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Going to bed early on Tuesday night was the best thing I could have done. I slept soundly and woke up refreshed and my dick was hard as a rock. And with my eyes wide open I got to watch Rhonda and Dawn as they slept peacefully in the bed beside me. I admired Rhonda’s firm thighs and her solid buttocks. Her tan legs were parted slightly as she lay there on her tummy, and I could see the puckered skin around her asshole. Next to her Dawn was lying on her back with her legs apart. Her breasts were flat, save for her hard brown nipples, which rose softly as she breathed.

I felt Trish as she cuddled closely in our bed. I placed my arm around her and held her as I watched our girl friends sleeping. With my free hand I gripped my cock and held it tightly, contemplating masturbation. I resisted though, knowing that I would soon have my choice of morning sex partners. I could be patient and wait. I thought about Tracy and Teri back in Sedona, and wondered how they were getting along. Then I thought of Tom and Joe, and how they were probably enjoying the presence of their daughters and Teri and Tracy, in light of the new clothing optional policies in their homes. I grinned and laughed to myself, thinking that they might be handling their genitals in the same way that I was right now, but I was in the presence of their wives.

I felt the urge to pee, so I carefully removed my arm from Trish’s shoulder and slipped out of bed. I closed the bathroom door so as not to wake the women. I wondered how late they might have stayed up last night after I went to bed. They were talking and laughing while I drifted into dreamland, recalling the day, my new golf clubs, and the wild shopping spree at Ally’s lingerie store. And Patty the limo driver had provided more fun for us all. Thinking of the girls modeling all those sexy things made me realize that I was still pissing through my hard on. I flushed the toilet when I finished and then rinsed my hands at the sink. I splashed some water on my face and looked in the mirror. Beyond my image in the reflection were two luscious sets of vaginal lips. Rhonda’s were visible beneath her asshole and those firm tan cheeks. And Dawn’s puffy hairless lips lay open at the top of her long slender legs. I was thinking about how nice it would be to wake her with a kiss on her clitoris. I could almost taste her sweetness in my mouth.

My fantasy was interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. I dried my hands and face and walked to the doorway. Peeking through the eyeglass, I saw our morning maid standing outside, smiling, with a breakfast tray on a rolling table. I grinned to myself as I remembered her promise from yesterday. Trish must have placed a breakfast order last night to be delivered in the morning.

I opened the door and welcomed our young waitress. I glanced at her name badge as she walked in past me.

‘Good morning sir!’ she smiled brightly as she stared at my raging cock.

‘Good morning Lucinda.’ I smiled back.

She looked around the empty living room. ‘Where are your ladies?’ she asked. Then looking beyond me into the bedroom she realized that they were still sleeping. Quietly she went on, ‘You ready for breakfast, sir?’

She was pouring my black coffee, not really needing an answer. But as she stepped across the room to hand it to me, she looked down at my cock again.

‘You ready for morning treatment!’ she smiled seductively. She took my pole in her hand and held it gently as I sipped the hot brew. She released me and took the cup and saucer from my hand and set it on the table. Then she reached for the zipper at the top of her uniform dress and slowly pulled it down. She shrugged it off of her shoulders and stepped out of it, tossing it on the sofa behind me. She was wearing a lacy white bra and matching white lace thong panties. Her dark skin contrasted with the crisp white cotton and I could clearly see her nipples through the lace. They were about the size of a quarter and I guessed her breasts to be about a 34C. She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp and the bra fell forward exposing her full, firm young mammaries. She held them in her hands, offering them to me. Then she dropped them and slipped her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She pushed them down and stepped out of them and stood naked before me. The hair above her pussy was neatly cropped in a perfect triangle with short black hair over her full vaginal lips.

Lucinda stepped close to me and leaned her face into my chest. She kissed and sucked on my nipple as she once again grabbed my cock. She pulled it to her pubic region and rubbed the tip between her lips.

‘Ooh,’ she purred as she pressed it hard against her clit. ‘You are so hard! You want to fuck me? I want you to fuck me from behind. And you fuck my ass too!’

She moved over to the sofa and got on her knees. She pulled me over and dragged me behind her. Then she let go of me and put her hands bostancı escort on the back of the couch while I took hold of my dick and placed it between the cheeks of her ass. She pushed back into me and my cock slipped into her warm wet cunt. I held her hips as she moaned softly and took me deep inside her cavern. I began to pump her and together we settled into a slow, deep, doggy style fuck. We didn’t talk. The silence of the room was disturbed only by the sound of my groin slapping against her butt and our heavy breathing as we slowly built towards our climax. She was so wet and slushy I could feel her juices running down over my balls. I wiped some of it with my finger and then ran my digit in the crack of her ass. I pressed at against her anus and it slipped in easily to the first knuckle. I withdrew it and continued to pound her cunt with my raging hard on.

I reached around and pinched her nipple and tugged on it. Lucinda removed one of her hands from the sofa and placed it between her legs. I could feel her playing with her clit as I kept on fucking her. She started to cry softly and I knew she was going to cum. I wiped my finger with her juice again and stuffed it in her mouth. She sucked on my fingers like a wild animal. I couldn’t hold back any more.

I let loose a huge gob of cum in her cunt and sighed loudly as I did. My cock was so full, and so hard, it felt invincible as Lucinda thrust herself back into me. I felt her vaginal walls throb and a rush of her cum flooding over my tool. I kept up the pumping as she cried her muffled cries of ecstasy and I filled her with my seed. As her orgasm began to wane, she spit out my fingers and said, ‘Fuck my ass! I want it in my ass!’

I was glad to oblige. I pulled my dick out of her sopping cunt and held it at the entrance to her rear. I was still rock solid and as I pressed myself into her anal hole, she opened right up. My cock slid in and her anus closed around it, squeezing it tightly, in contrast to the smooth loose opening of her pussy. Our pumping and fucking pace continued to build. The feeling of her tight anus pulling on my cock was incredible! I had never felt anything quite like it before and I was totally turned on. We were both breathing heavily and I heard her crying softly as I felt myself cumming again. She pressed herself back firmly against my groin when she felt my dick throbbing inside her butt. She used her anal walls to milk the last drops of my morning cum into her ass. We kept up the motion until I finally collapsed against her back and buried my face in her hair. I kissed her ear and she sighed with pleasure. I fondled her breast again and she pushed herself back into me. As my dick finally slipped out of her ass, I held both of her tits in my hands and she reached over her head to hug me in an awkward way. I backed my hips away and she turned around to face me.

‘Mmm, you are very good sir! I like the way you fuck!’

‘You’re not so bad yourself!’ I told Lucinda.

She got off the sofa and walked over to the breakfast table. She held up a bottle of champagne. ‘You like a mimosa cocktail?’

‘No thanks,’ I said, ‘but I will have some orange juice.’

She put down the bottle and poured a glass of juice from a carafe. She brought it over to me and stood very close. I could feel the warmth of her body as she handed me the glass.

‘You like to fuck some more?’ she asked.

‘Let’s wait a few minutes.’

‘Maybe we should wake up your ladies.’

Now that idea appealed to me. The thought of waking them with soft kisses came back across my mind. I wanted to see Lucinda between their legs doing it too.

I put down my juice and took Lucinda’s hand. I lead her into the bedroom. I could tell that she wanted some pussy too by the way she stared at Dawn’s open legs. All three girls were still quietly sleeping. I let go of Lucinda and knelt on my bed between Trish’s legs. I leaned forward and placed my mouth over her pussy. Then I did what I love to do. I licked and sucked her. I spread her labia with my tongue and exposed her clit and her gold ring. As I worked it I felt her hand on my head, guiding me. I wasn’t sure if she was fully awake yet, but I knew she was loving it.

I turned my head just enough to see Lucinda on the next bed doing the same thing to Dawn. Dawn was sighing and already on the verge of cumming as she wakened. Lucinda held her and licked her mercilessly and as I heard Dawn start to speak, Trish began to buck beneath me. I tasted her cum as it flooded in my mouth. I focused on my dear sweet Trish as she rode my face in her drowsy morning haze. When she stopped bouncing up and down I looked up into her eyes and saw her warm sweet smile. Then I glanced over at Lucinda again and Trish’s eyes followed mine. Lucinda had moved over between Rhonda’s legs and was eating her ass and pussy from behind. Rhonda was pushing her ass back into Lucinda’s face and Dawn had turned on her side to watch the whole show. She saw us and smiled ümraniye escort bayan a happy good morning our way. Lucinda was pushing her hand into Rhonda’s cunt while she forced her tongue into her anus. Rhonda was making muffled sounds of joyful sex into the pillow. It was clear that she was cumming in our breakfast maid’s face. When she finally turned her head enough to see us watching, she woke up enough to wonder who was eating her and strained to see Lucinda as she looked up from between the cheeks of Rhonda’s ass to smile her morning greeting. Her face was slick with cum. She was a picture of sex!

‘So I guess breakfast is here’ Trish said sarcastically.

We all laughed but Lucinda stopped and asked, ‘You want breakfast? I’ll go get it!’

‘No, no no!’ said Rhonda. ‘I like you right where you are!’

‘This hotel has the best room service I’ve ever seen!’ said Dawn. ‘I don’t want to have to leave here! And how can I possibly tell Tom about all this?’

‘You don’t have to tell him everything at once.’ Trish told her. ‘If he likes hearing stories like this, you have enough material to last for a long time! Milk it for all you can! I can just imagine how many times you’ll be able to enjoy that foot long tool of his!’

Lucinda’s ears perked up when she heard ‘foot long’. ‘How big you say?’ She looked at Dawn. ‘Your husband have one a foot long? Oh, you are very lucky lady!’ She moved over and kissed Dawn’s crack again, as if out of respect for what she could handle. We all laughed.

‘You know,’ said Rhonda, ‘we haven’t even bothered to call our husbands to see how they’re doing. Do you think they miss us?’

‘Well I know that Tom probably misses me,’ Dawn replied, ‘but he’s got two teenagers in the house who both showed him that they can take his whole dick in their mouths. What do you suppose he’s been doing?’

Trish giggled. ‘Do you think that he’s been taking advantage of my daughter like that?’

‘Well I know for a fact that Joe loves watching Tammi walk around the house without any clothes,’ Rhonda said, ‘so I bet that she and Tracy are giving him a real show! If they aren’t in his bed with him, then he’s probably jacking off and wishing that they were!’

Dawn agreed, ‘Well at the very least, I guess they’ll have some stories for us too, when we get back home.’

Lucinda was laying there, listening to us all. She understood everything that we were saying, but I think she was finding it hard to believe that the girls were talking about their own teenage daughters having sex with their husbands. She looked at me and asked, ‘So you are married to this lady?’ and she nodded at Trish.

‘Not yet,’ I answered, ‘but we will be soon.’

‘And you ladies are married but you left your men at home to have sex with your daughters?’ she asked incredulously.

They nodded as Trish told her, ‘Yes and my daughters are there too. Do you think we’re all crazy?’

‘No no,’ said Lucinda, ‘not crazy. But lots of fun! Do you think your husbands would like to have sex with me too?’

We all laughed. ‘Would you like to come visit us in Sedona some day and see?’ Trish asked.

‘Sedona? Oh my sister, she lives in Sedona. We are twins. She not married. I go there many times. I can come see you next time I visit her. You would like her too. She just like me!’

The thought of Lucinda and her twin sister made my dick twitch. ‘You can definitely call us the next time you come to Sedona!’ I told her. ‘We’ll have a big party!’

Trish grinned and added, ‘We’d love to have you come and stay with us. Can you bring breakfast?’

That got us all laughing. ‘Oh! I get your breakfast now!’ she said, as if she’d forgotten that she brought it.

‘Oh no. Not yet.’ Said Rhonda. ‘I have a little something I want to taste for breakfast first.’ She crawled around on the bed and pushed Lucinda backwards. Then she got between Lucinda’s legs and put her mouth on her pussy. As she began to lick it and tasted my cum oozing out, she exclaimed, ‘Why Rob, it tastes like you’ve already been here! What did I miss while I was sleeping?’

I looked at Trish and feigned embarrassment at having been found out. ‘Well somebody had to answer the door! You were all sleeping!’

Again we all laughed. Rhonda kept on lapping at Lucinda’s puss and Lucinda laid back to enjoy it. Dawn leaned over and started to suck on Lucinda’s nipple. Trish and I got out of our bed and Trish began to kiss Lucinda while she played with her other breast. I stood beside her and massaged her neck and head. She loved the way she was being pampered and within just a couple of minutes, she began to cry out and buck her hips as the waves of her orgasm flowed through her body.

When it was finally over, we all just sat there enjoying the afterglow of Lucinda’s moment. As we began to stir and move about, I offered to get coffee or mimosas for the ladies. Lucinda remembered that it was her job and quickly jumped out of bed to help me. The others kartal escort followed and we all sat naked in the living room enjoying fruit and pastries. Trish, Dawn and Rhonda all sipped their champagne cocktails and it was decided that rather than shower this morning, we should all go to the pool and soak in one of the poolside hot tubs. We took turns in the bathrooms, brushing our teeth and doing a minimal bit of morning grooming. As the girls put on their Wicked Weasel bikinis, Lucinda marveled at the scanty nature of their swimwear. I was reminded of how sexy they all are when they’re dressed in next to nothing, and the thought of appearing in public with them all this way, was getting me excited.

Lucinda finally got dressed and thanked us all for a fun time. She had been in the room for over an hour. I wondered if she might be questioned about her whereabouts, but she assured us, she had herself covered. Trish gave her all of our contact information and made her promise that she would call us, the next time she was coming to Sedona. I felt confident that she would.

We said goodbye and as soon as Lucinda was gone the girls and I headed for the pool.

There were a few other couples lounging by the pool when we got there. The waiter was busy serving bloody marys and mimosas. I saw several people watching as we walked across the deck to the hot tub. Even I couldn’t resist watching the girls strip off their cover-ups before they stepped down into the spa. Their tan bodies were concealed only by the tiny patches of lycra that barely passed as swimsuits. And of course, the fabric became transparent once it got wet.

We sat together in the bubbling water talking and giggling about our special wake up service. We all agreed that it would be a lot of fun to see her and her sister at our home in Sedona. As we talked, I felt Trish’s hand on my left thigh and Rhonda’s on my right. I pretended not to notice as they both moved upward towards my crotch. But when their hands met on my dick, there was no more pretending. They turned and faced each other and began to laugh. I smiled sheepishly and Dawn looked at us questioningly. But then when Trish started to push down my trunks, Dawn understood what was happening and smiled at me. Rhonda wasted no time and grabbed my cock as it floated in the swirling water. Trish got a hold on it too, and together they started pumping it. Dawn got off of her seat and moved over between my legs. I felt her hand cup my balls and wondered what to do as the three of them worked me over.

‘Rob honey, you seem to have something here that we all want.’ Trish said into my ear.

‘Mmm, I know. But you have to all share. There’s only so much of me to go around!’

‘You know,’ said Rhonda, ‘I think I’d like to feel this hot cock inside of me right now!’

‘Rhonda! There are people all around us! We can’t do it here!’

Rhonda was already moving around and trading places with Dawn. She straddled my legs and pulled her thong to the side as she sat in my lap. Trish made no effort to stop her. In fact, she helped guide my dick into Rhonda’s waiting pussy. I tried to act nonchalant. Rhonda sunk herself down and I slipped deep inside of her. She leaned back and I realized that from a distance it probably just looked like she was sitting in front of me. It was hard for me not to notice though, the way she was thrusting her hips and fucking me under the water. There were hardly any extra splashes that I could see.

Trish and Dawn had leaned into my ears and together they were kissing me and whispering words of encouragement.

‘Oh yeah baby. Fuck Rhonda with your stiff dick!’

‘Mmm, I want to be next. You’re the best at satisfying us all!’

I closed my eyes and felt Rhonda rocking on my pelvis. Trish was pinching my nipple and her tongue was licking my ear. Dawn kept whispering sexy things to me and I felt my orgasm approaching. Trish knew it. She senses everything about me. So she reached over and pinched Rhonda’s clit. She knew just how to roll it and pull on it, and in a matter of seconds, Rhonda was sighing and cumming. That set me off and I let loose a load of cum that shot deep inside her cunt. I pumped upward and she was bouncing up and down in the small pool. We weren’t talking but I heard noise all around me. The sound of the water, Dawn’s whispers, Rhonda’s moans, the motors that powered the jets, and then as I opened my eyes and saw Patty standing above us…

‘My Rob! It looks like you’ve got more than you can handle here! Shall I just wait in the car?’

I was startled to see our limo driver, and shocked for a moment about getting caught having sex in the hot tub, but relieved that it was only Patty. Then I remembered that we had told Patty to be here at 10:30. It wasn’t that we had forgotten, it was just that we weren’t paying attention to the time.

Rhonda was still impaled on my shaft as she looked up at Patty.

‘Oh Patty! Can you join us here in the spa?’

Patty looked back and giggled saying, ‘It looks like you’ve already taken the best seat! Besides, I don’t have my swimsuit on.’

Rhonda laughed. ‘Yeah this seat does offer a little something special. But I’ve got to get out of here before I start dripping cum in the pool!’

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This story, told by Elaine, a 35 year old single woman, who had to come to grips with her sister dying, and her own sexual frustrations, while trying not to show either. Although attractive, her melancholy brought self-loathing and resentment.

Tommy was 18, when he graduated High School. My older sister had died young, and he lived with my parents.

I had won a raffle at a charity event of a week’s use of a Timeshare in St Maarten, and had no one to go with, having just ended a long relationship. At 35, I wasn’t going alone, so I offered it to Tommy as a graduation gift, to use with a girl or male friend. I know it was like re-gifting but I hated to see it go to waste. And I had gotten him other gifts, too.

At dinner with Mom and Dad, I had given him the envelope, which included air fare. When he read it, his eyes widened.

“Aunt E!” waving the papers, “I always wanted to go there! This is great! And it’s next week!”

I was pleased to see him psyched. “I know, not much time to pick some lucky girl to take. Or you can take Brian.”

He looked confused. “You’re not coming with me?”

Actually, the thought had crossed my mind. I could stand getting away, but an 18 year old doesn’t need a 35 year old aunt cramping his style.

My parents were watching the exchange as I said, “Oh, no, T, take someone your own age. It’s your graduation present, enjoy it.”

I drove us all to their house and Mom and Dad got out. Tom said, “I’ll be right in.” After they left, I said, “What’s up?”

“Well, I haven’t told anybody, but I think I may join the service.”

“Really? What brought that on?”

“Since Mom died, I have no focus. I think that may help me. I have no plans for the future.”

“What did Beth say?”

“We broke up last week. I didn’t want to say it in front of Nana and Gramps. They think I’m going into a shell.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And are you?”

He smiled that old smile. “No, just taking things more seriously. I’m telling you this because I want you to come to St. Maarten.”

“But, Tommy, you would have more fun with someone your age.”

“There’s no one on the planet who knows me like you do. Things have been rough all over lately. I know about you and Keith breaking up.”

I was embarrassed. “People change.”

“You don’t, and you’ve been here for me every day of my life, thank you.” He reached over and gave me a huge hug, holding me so tight, I could barely breathe. (He’s over six feet and 200 lbs, while I’m 5’6 and 130.) Then I heard him sniffle. The poor kid had been through so much!

“Okay… but don’t call me ‘Aunt E’ it’s just E or Elaine, I don’t want people thinking I’m baby sitting again!”

He released me, clearly happy with my choice. “They’ll probably think we are dating anyway! I can’t wait!”

A week later, we touched down, located our bags and got the rental car. Funny, they drive on the right side, just like Americans, so it wasn’t too bad, except smaller roads and cars. We found our hotel easily, and checked in. That’s where we had a problem.

Although the document clearly showed a two-bedroom suite, there had been a flood in the above unit, and our ceiling had collapsed. The only available unit was one-bedroom, with a pull-out couch. We argued, and they apologized, but it was out of their control. They wound up throwing in dinner for two at the hotel restaurant, so we accepted and moved in.

Tommy insisted on taking the couch. We dropped our escort bostancı bags and went down to the bar. They don’t proof in St Maarten, so Tommy had a few beers with appetizers at the bar, while I had Martinis.

There were many couples there, assorted ages and mixes of age. Older men, with younger women, clearly older women with guys Tommy’s age, so we barely drew a notice.

The warm night air and the cocktails were zeroing in on me, and I said I’d call it a night if he wanted to keep going. The long trip and drinks had taken their toll on him, too, and we propped each other up in the elevator up to the room.

Once inside, the blast of warm air almost knocked us over. The A/C in the bedroom was fine, but the living room was unbearable. We called the front desk but they couldn’t have someone there until the morning.

“Look, Tom, we’ll just share the bedroom.”

“I guess so, I’ll take the floor.”

“Don’t be silly. Unless you started sleeping in the nude, we’ll just sleep back to back.”

He looked, warily. “I can bring the mattress in from the couch.”

“Tommy! Stop! I’m going to change. I advise you do the same!” I went into the bathroom. This was gonna be tricky. The only nighties I brought were sheer, not to be sexy, but to be cool. I washed up and looked at myself, and thought, He’d just be frightened off by an old bag like me anyway, right?

I opened the door and the lights were out. Through the balcony glass, enough moon light shone that I could see him in bed. I crept around, wondering if he had passed out already. His voice made me jump when he said, “Goodnight.”

I reached over and patted his hand, and said, “I’m sure tomorrow will be better,”, not realizing where his hand was. The way he tensed up, I concluded he was touching his privates.

“Oh! I’m sorry, honey! I wasn’t thinking!”

He sat upright. “I’ll sleep in the chair!”

“No, no! I promise, no more touching, really!”

I rolled on my side, but sleep wouldn’t come. I could feel my heart pounding, and I listened for the heavy sound of his sleep, but it never came.

I knew I was aroused now, not for my nephew so much as a man in bed with me. My hand slid under my nightie and felt my wetness. I couldn’t help but bring my hand to my nostrils and inhale.

It had to be 20 minutes later, and still sleep wouldn’t come. I was thinking of Tommy now, wondering if he thought of me. Oh, that’s silly! Right? Besides, it’s just tonight anyway.

I felt him roll and now he was facing my back. My pussy ached knowing his manlihood was so close to me. I wondered about his experience, his size, how much testosterone was built up behind me, inches away.

My mind raced. I was thinking inappropriately about my nephew, who I practically raised! I had to get up!

I slid open the balcony glass and felt the air, warm and thick, sliding it quietly behind me, staring out at the sailboats and yachts. It was so peaceful this late, and I felt the warm air rise under my nightie. I spread my feet apart and let the breeze dry my wetness, and hopefully ease my mind from the thoughts.

I heard the whoosh of the door sliding, and Tom came out, concerned. “Are you okay?”

It was brighter out here. I gave him my best smile. “Yes, Honey, just thinking.”

He came up beside me and put a fatherly arm around me. “About Keith, I guess.”

Just in a non-sexual reaction to my nephew, I slid my arm around his waist. “Not even ümraniye escort close! Just enjoying the view, it’s not that bad out here with the breeze.”

He smiled, sniffed the air. “It’s beautiful, thanks for coming, E. We’ll have fun, you’ll see.”

I squeezed him tighter. “It’s been an adventure already, huh?”

He turned me to face him. This was so awkward, we were so close, I had to look up at him. This caused my pelvis to arch, coming into contact with his hips.

His big sad eyes peered down. “My favorite times have always been just you and me. Ballgames, movies, museums, even! Thanks for always being there.” Then he bent and totally engulfed me in those big powerful arms, his face warm on my neck, and after a moment, I felt him softly kiss the soft flesh below my ear.

I was suddenly aware that his hips had taken on an added feature, and it was moving.

“You’re welcome, Honey, but we should go back to bed now.”

I heard him grunt, and he pressed harder into me, and he was definitely growing!

“Tommy! Okay! That’s enough!” and I pushed him away.

He stumbled back, seemingly in shock. “Oh God! Oh, Jeez, I don’t know what happened! Oh, Elaine, I really am sorry! I just… You’ve always been that girl for me, the one I had dreams about, and I just got caught up, god, I’m sorry!”

Dreams, I thought? Kids like older women these days, but not me! I’m not the flashy type. But he said it.

Catching my breath, I said, “Forget it, T. It was my fault, making you share my bed, and then being out here like this. Make like it never happened and get on with vacation.”

“I can’t,” he replied.

“Huh?”

“I love you, I’ve always loved you. Beth and I broke up because I couldn’t perform with her. Because of you.”

Standing three feet away from me, in Paradise, stood the only man who ever said he loved me. In the moonlight, I could see the proof of his arousal, with his boxers aimed right at me. I was wet again, with evil thoughts.

“I’m sure you will be fine, honey. Just a phase you’re going through.” I held my hand out and he took it. “You’re still grieving about Mom.”

His hand squeezed mine. He moved forward, entranced, looking deeply at me as he said, “Just feel it.” And my hand was held to his cock.

“No, baby, no, don’t do this.” I tried to yank my hand away, but he was close again, and his other arm held my waist.

“Please… just for a minute.”

He had my wrist now, turned it to force himself into my palm. I didn’t want to touch it, but didn’t want my wrist broken. Slowly as he held it, moving it up and down his shaft, I felt my fingers tighten, and saw his eyes roll back in his head.

“Baby,” I whispered, “Please don’t.” My hand felt him throb, and I knew I was gooey by then. He grunted in the night air, and moved his hips and my hand.

I looked up at him, and he bent to kiss me, his tongue shooting straight passed my lips, searching my mouth.

The juices began to run down my inner thighs, and my head was swirling, and he no longer held my hand. I was doing it on my own, feeling him prepare to lose it all. I worked faster, knowing there was no stopping now. “Cum, baby, Cum!”

I barely got that out, when he let loose with an “arghhh!” sounding like a pirate. The head had slipped out and he shot load after load right onto my nightie! I had forgotten how much sperm a young man produced. I wiped it around, mesmerized, blending it in.

I still kartal escort bayan held it as he began breathing, almost gasping. “Oh, Elaine,” and he kissed me again. I don’t know why but I didn’t release him, just returned his kiss as he held me close, his semi-hard cock pressed between us. His hands clutched my rear, and this caused more juices to run down,and I moaned in frustration. So young and firm, but my sister’s son!

I felt cooler air in my pussy, and knew he must be raising the nightie, letting fresh air in. I knew it was wrong, but didn’t have the strength or desire to stop him. now, his fingers were kneading my cheeks, pulling them up and apart, and I realized he had grown in my hand, now almost fully! He was erect again, that quickly! Oh, Youth!

I began tugging at it, but he whispered, “Not yet.” He raised the nightie over my head, and I stood before him, his eyes taking me in. I must say though a little over-weight, my breasts remain firm and men have always complimented my pointy pink nipples. Tommy’s mouth went right for one, and I groaned on contact.

I had to slide a hand down to feel myself, and my fingers sloshed within me! I can’t remember ever being so primed and lubricated. What now? What now??

Tommy seemed to sense my need. There was a small table and lounge chair on the balcony. He guided me over there, pushing me back on the lounger.

I watched as he climbed between my legs. I spread wide to provide best access, and he wasted n o time, holding his cock, stabbing in the moonlight. I gripped it, now sure it was his first time, and brought him to me, moistened the big head by running him up my slit.

He groaned so loudly as he entered, and I lost myself in it, too, letting out a sharp, “Yes!”

He kissed me again, then began moving. It felt wonderful, his piston plunging deeply, then backing out. Since he had shot so recently, he was able to make this last, going in quick bursts, bringing me to the edge, then backing off. If it was intentional, he had great form.

He finally thrust twenty flashes at me, and I felt my body shake, my first orgasm in ten years! I clung to him, holding him, then relaxed again.

I whispered, “Let me roll over, baby.” He did and I knelt on the lounger. He must have seen all the porn movies, because he approached as soon as he saw the target. With my bare ass high in the air, he found my gash easily, and I knew I could be tighter on him this way, and I could feel him deeper.

He seemed to like this, more friction, with his long cock and my legs almost together. He was thrusting and grunting with each push, and I pressed back each time, feeling myself building again.

The pounding got faster and I buried my head in the pillow to muffle my shouts of encouragement, and just as I was ready, Tommy roared, “I’m Cummingggg!” One last push and he held it deep and released.

My body let loose at the same instant, and I fell limp across the lounge as he rose triumphant over me, sending his sperm rushing through me.

As I caught my breath, I heard a sound, like a clap, then another. Cheers and laughter!.

Tommy stood, and looked to the right. Another wing of the hotel, another balcony, just up from us. A couple, younger than me, naked also.

“Great show, Man! You really went at it!” the male said, while the girl whistled, pumping her fist.

I was shocked, but amused. They weren’t derisive. It was like doing a live porn show. I looked back at Tommy who was standing now. He seemed shocked, too. I stood next to him, facing them, and waved, did a little bow.

The couple roared with pleasure. Even Tommy smiled. And he waved to them, too.

The girl yelled down, “Encore!”

I yelled, “We’ll be here all week!”

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The invitation had come in the mail – a little old school she thought — but the envelope was unusual, so it got her attention. It was black with a border that alternated between red devils and gray witches. She opened the envelope to find a single card with an invitation printed on the front and full body images of the devil and the witch from the border of the envelope — but the generic look from the envelope was transformed — the costumes had come to life with color and were now highlighting them in all the best places.

Saturday, October 17 you are invited to “special” adult tour of the Grim Haunted House in West Haven Connecticut. The tour will begin precisely at midnight — costume and invitation required. There was nothing else on the invitation.

It seemed a little odd and maybe a little scary and reckless — but it was the kind of mischievous adventure she loved so she decided she would go. She figured the worst thing that would happen is she would get there and assess the situation and turn around if necessary. Besides it was a regular haunted house attraction that was well-known in the area. She was uncertain of the “adult” part of the invitation, but being that she ran her own version of a grown-up website it was exactly the kind of thing she was intrigued by.

Over the next few days she went through a number of potential costumes and finally selected one that she posted for the approval of her website fans — telling them she was going to a costume party — but not sharing any details on location — despite the many eager requests to escort her.

The shiny silver black top with black pattern through it had solid black straps and a neckline that always got a good stare and some deep breaths. It didn’t hurt that it also was cutoff just slightly before her waist and had larger than normal openings at the arm. It was a top you could wear in public with a pair of jeans and get some looks but get away with. Of course she was not wearing jeans — she paired it with a short leather mini skirt and a pair of black stockings that pulled up to her mid-thigh — leaving that provocative space between them and the skirt. Short leather boots with a modest heel rounded it out.

The night of the party as she put the outfit on and looked in the mirror, she felt a tingle of excitement wondering what the night might have in-store. She anxiously made her way to her car and headed to the location. She arrived slightly before midnight and was both surprised and relieved to still see some activity. As she scanned the crowd from her vehicle, she saw some teenagers, a few families and a few people she assumed, based on their costumes, that might be there for the adult tour the same as her. The tingle of excitement that went through her now was one she recognized and relished — it was the feathery tingle that comes with that sexual edge. She felt her nipples harden against her top and a slight tension between her legs. She closed her eyes and paused, just momentarily, to enjoy it, before opening the door and exiting the car.

As expected she immediately drew the gazes of people, teenage boys who still did not understand subtle, a few wives who gave that disapproving scowl and of course the mature men in the group who you never caught looking -even though you knew that they had. She had passed the stage of being impacted by any escort kartal of it long ago — she was confident in who she was and how she looked and how she owned her own decisions in that regard.

As she approached the entrance, she had her invitation in hand and paused slightly when she realized there were still teenagers entering but approached and showed her invitation. The young man at the gate motioned her off to the right where she saw, back under a small canopy, another entrance. As she approached there was a man and a woman — dressed like the witch and devil from the invitation — who asked to see her invitation — front and back. She complied and as they looked at it she looked at them — the woman wore a black bodysuit — and a witch’s hat — and based on the how tightly it clung to her — obviously nothing else. The man had a red bodysuit that outlined him as well — the bulge between his legs certainly something that got her attention. The woman told her to step inside and that her guide would be assigned.

As Amanda stepped inside there was darkness – not pitch black — but dark enough that mostly you saw shadows. As she stepped forward she felt two gloved hands placed on her shoulders and a voice softly in her ear telling her he was her guide for the tour and would take her all the way through. He also told her that at anytime she could tell him the safe word — “red light” and the tour would end. He asked her if she understood and she said she did.

The sexual tension that had started to build was now enhanced by both the uncertainty and the anticipation of what was to come. As the hands on her shoulders moved slightly against her bare skin she shifted and tried to lean back — wanting to feel the body of the person behind her — but he tightened his grip and kept her from doing so. He guided her to a doorway with a sign overhead that said, “Hallway of Hands.” He asked her if she was prepared to enter and she body answered yes — letting her excitement overcome her anxiety.

As they stepped inside the hallway was dark — except for a light shining down on the floor about 15 feet away. She felt her guide push her gently toward the spot. Once in the light he told her to wait there until he came back for her. As he moved away the light went out and she was in darkness.

Now she heard rustling and then sensed that there were bodies around her — getting ever closer. The first touch sent a bolt of excitement racing through her. Both of her hands had been gently grabbed and lifted so they were straight out at first and then draped over the two people who had lifted them as they moved closer. The first hand was on the right and the back of it slightly touched her face with the back of it and then slid down along the side of her neck and across the strap of her top- stopping at about her elbow. As she started to lean into that soft touch another hand came in — this one firmly cupping behind her head on her neck and gently — but firmly caressing it. As that hand stopped the hand on the right started to work its’ gentle touch again, still the back of the hand, back up her arm to her shoulder, across the front of her neck, down across her breasts and seemed to settle and stop about midway down the leather skirt. As it stopped the hand on the back of her neck now went into motion — it slid up just slightly maltepe escort to get a small handful of her long hair and tugged her head backwards before it moved strongly down across her back coming to rest firmly cupping her ass through the skirt and squeezing it then stopping.

As she now thought she understood the rhythm she felt herself waiting to see what the hand on the right might do next and was not disappointed as it slid down across the skirt onto the open skin between skirt and stockings before it slipped between her legs, just below her pussy, and ran up and down the inside of her leg slowly and gently, but deliberately, coming to rest at the top. A hand on the other side abruptly left her ass and came quickly to her breasts — squeezing them through the fabric of her top- alternating between them. She felt the strap slip down on that side and felt herself hoping the hand would pull it down and continue to massage them directly. Realizing her nipples were now rock hard, she felt herself begin to lean into the hand massaging her. As she did so the hand slid down across her stomach, across her thigh and pressed between her legs settling against the other hand. As it pulled her legs slightly apart — both hands went to work — one lightly sliding up and down against her left leg — the other up and down on the left — pulsating and grabbing from one spot to the next.

Amanda felt herself squirm as she waited for hands to go in motion — and realized in that moment of quiet and stillness that her breathing had quickened with excitement as the hands had explored her body — and that her nipples were straining against her top and that she was wet and aching for the fingers to move up her leg to her aching pussy.

A light suddenly came on in the darkness about 15 feet in front of her — like the original one – and while it did the hands suddenly disappeared and the hands of the guide were on her shoulder again in the darkness. This time, however, the body behind her pulled her back slightly and she felt herself pressed against it and could feel his hardness pressing against her skirt and ass. She resisted the instinct to reach behind her and feel it — expecting that would not be allowed. He nudged her forward toward the light and, as she anticipated quickly retreated as the light clicked off bringing darkness.

She felt her breath quickening in anticipation of what would happen next — and felt two firm hands — seemingly like the same ones that had explored her body before — placed on her shoulders from the front. This time the straps were lowered and she felt her breast, nipples immediately hardening at the feel of the cold air and anticipation of what might be coming. Her breasts were in his hands – and her body was responding quickly to his touch and when he pinched her nipples and rolled them between his fingers ,she felt the first hint of a small orgasm beginning to build as if he in anticipated this he slowed his motions and returned his hands to her shoulders. She moaned in protest but quickly felt a body press against her from behind and felt two smaller hands on her shoulders form behind. She had assumed the smaller softer hands from before had belonged to a woman — but now she was sure as she felt the breasts press against her back. The hands in the front reached down and pulled up her skirt pendik escort bayan and the hands in the back slipped around from the rear tracing around the waistline of her panties before sliding down to the inside of her thighs on both sides- massaging slightly.

Amanda felt like her body was catching fire now and she could feel the heat rising from her body as she tried to press her now dripping pussy against the hands between her legs and moaned in protest as they remained just inches away from touching her there. The hands in the front now moved and pulled her panties down and off of her. Both sets of hands now returned to action — two roughly squeezing her breasts while the other two gently slipped back to the inside of her thighs lightly caressing. Amanda felt her breaths quicken and could feel her pussy getting so wet and her nipples so hard that she thought she might orgasm even without being touched — and on que the hands stopped and disappeared as a light came on 15 feet in front of her.

She stood silently in the dark waiting and as two figures moved into the light her guide slid in behind her — lifting her skirt and pressing his hard, covered, bulge against her ass and cupping her breasts in her hands — she moaned and pressed back against his cock arching her back in pleasure . In the light the man and the woman were naked in the same position. She realized quickly that now the guide was mirroring what the man in the light did.

Although she wanted to close her eyes and get lost in the roaming hands and hard cock against her ass she wanted to watch -almost like looking in a mirror with just a slight delay . The right hand of the man in the light slid off the hardened nipple and dropped between the legs of the women — the middle finger ever so lightly pressing across her clit for just a second before sliding away and then back across again. Amanda tensed as she felt the hands now controlling her do the same and she felt her body beginning to tense and wind with sexual tension. She looked across into the light and the man was now spreading his fingers across the top of the woman’s pussy and pressing his middle finger easily inside her dripping wetness. Amanda moaned in excitement as she saw the woman thrusting her hips to try to take the finger as deeply as possible and then watched her tremble in orgasm, legs buckling. Amanda’s orgasm started before the finger ever plunged into her dripping pussy — but it when it did the orgasm started exploding across her body and she struggled to keep her own balance when the finger- soaked with her wetness flicked finally across her swelling clit as she shudder and moaned to orgasm.

The guide was simply holding her up now — still pressing against her when the light went off. This time he did not leave — he simply began moving her forward to a small light above a door. As she moved inside the door – breasts exposed, nipples hard and swollen from her orgasm the door closed behind her leaving her alone. There was a small couch with a table and some refreshments there and she collapsed on the couch catching her breath. She considered her drink options and passed on her first thought — a glass of wine and decided on a shot of jack Daniels and then a bottle of cold water. She took stock of where she was and saw a big terry cloth robe hanging in the corner and then saw two additional doors. One said thank you hope you enjoyed the tour. The other had slight tint of a red light shining through it and had a sign that said Devils Door — price of entry is to leave your costume behind and enter only in the robe.

Which door will you choose?

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When I was nineteen my cousin called me one day and wanted to talk about finding an apartment together. The option of having my own place had occurred to me but I hadn’t put too much effort into doing anything about it really. Living with my cousin could be fun since we shared a lot of similar interest and similar social circles. I told her it sounded like fun and we started looking at what options we had.

Of course we found really nice apartments that we couldn’t afford and them some ones we could afford but didn’t want to even chance being in the neighborhoods they were located in. We found kind of a middle ground with some lower income apartments that were income based and they had just built a new set of buildings in an okay part of town. We put in our application and were welcomed in and given an apartment.

Our place was pretty basic. It had one bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen and a living area and a hall closet. We really didn’t need much more than that though. We had off the street parking, a central area in middle of all the apartments with laundry and we were on the bottom floor so no stairs and we didn’t have to worry about being too loud walking around our place.

So came the time to ask our families about old furniture that they no longer needed and then we went and bought what we could. I believe we got a couch, recliner, a couple of beds, and then we went and bought desk for our rooms and an entertainment center. We stocked the rest with stuff we already had and some more help from our families.

The first week was pretty low key as our families came over to visit and we met our neighbors and got used to having our own place. I think my father drove by at least once every night to make sure we hadn’t burned the place down.

After that is when we got to truly celebrate. Amanda was a waitress and knew some people that were good at hosting parties and our apartment became the place to go. Most of our neighbors were around the same age so we basically had an open door policy in our section of the building during the weekends. We kept the noise contained and didn’t do anything too stupid and we had a good time.

This is the point where I’ll take a moment to explain a little about my cousin. Amanda fell in love with sex and all the parts of it from the first time a guy undid her pants. At the same time, she rarely turned down someone asking to have sex with her even if she was with someone else. She would say you have to try a little of everything. I was used to meeting her current boyfriend once and then never again.

This is where James comes in. A month into us having our own place one of Amanda’s coworkers brings over this tall, well-built guy with a military cut and glasses. Mandy had known him for all of five minutes before she tells me she is going to fuck him. She stayed true to her word too as that I went to sleep to the sounds of her screaming fuck as they humped like rabbits.

The odd thing though was James continued to stay around and for the most part Amanda flirted but at night it was those two going off into her bedroom. After a month James was practically a roommate to us. Talking with Amanda she said he was better in bed than anyone she had been with yet and she was going to make sure she got all she could before it was over. James and I became friends but never did we really discuss the finer points of sex with my cousin.

I enjoyed sex a lot too but I was far from as outgoing as my cousin was. Three months in I think my cousin found her bed shared more than it had not been. I had had sex twice in my bedroom but both were just fun one night events. My sexual appetite found itself filled by my fingers and vibrator most nights.

Fast forward one month and my cousin Amanda is out of town for a weekend to visit her grandfather who is sick. James is living with us now so it is not uncommon when I come home and he is watching TV or out in the kitchen. One Saturday I worked an early shift at the college and was done by noon so I went home to kind of be lazy for the rest of the afternoon anyways. I pull up and see James car in the lot and don’t think much of it. I park and go inside and the TV is on but he is not in the living room or the kitchen. I kind of hear something coming from the bedrooms though so I go down the hallway slowly to check.

As I come into view of the bedrooms I see James, naked, sitting on the end of Amanda’s bed with a pair pendik escort of her underwear wrapped around his penis as he is stroking away with his head back and his eyes closed. Besides seeing something I know I shouldn’t be seeing it immediately comes to my attention that James is very gifted in his penis size. He is long and thick compared to the people I had been with. It clicks in my head as to why my cousin is taking this for all that it is worth.

It didn’t occur to me that I was staring till James’ hand stopped moving. I looked up to find him staring right back at me. In a flash I apologized and turned around and heard Amanda’s door close. I wasn’t sure if I should leave, stay, or what so I choose to go to my room and close the door.

Once in my room I changed my clothes and then looked around my room for something to do. I looked at the books I was reading, my computer, my schoolwork and none of them seemed right as I knew none of them would suddenly make me forget what I had just seen. I gave up and went over to my wall to see if I could hear anything coming from Amanda’s room. I couldn’t tell if James had decided to finish or was sitting in there just as concerned as I was. In the end I decided anything done at this moment would be far too awkward and grabbed my keys and left.

I spent the rest of the day hanging out with my brother and a few of his friends. On the way home I didn’t feel as nervous if I did run into James. He had been masturbating and hey I did the same thing so what was the big deal. I used a vibrator and he used his girlfriend’s underwear. My plan was to laugh it off and just move beyond it.

As I pulled in the lot James’ car was still in the same place so I was pretty sure he had not gone anywhere. My nervousness did pick up when I realized I was actually going to have to talk to him beyond just going over it in my head.

I went into the apartment and James was fully dressed watching TV. We both said hello and I went and sat in the recliner. We exchanged some small talk about what he was watching and how the day went before I swallowed hard and apologized for walking in on him. He shook his head and began apologizing for having the door open. Then we both kind of laughed it off and I said I was going to call it an early night since I was tired. Honestly I still felt a little awkward and decided to play the coward and go to my bedroom.

Before going in though I went to use the bathroom and as I was washing my face I looked over to my laundry hamper and saw a pair of my underwear on the very top of everything. Now this is unusual for me most times as I try to put all my underwear on the bottom and cover it all with my jeans so not everyone using the bathroom is looking at them. I went over to my hamper to shove them to the bottom and when I grabbed them there was something dried on the inside of them.

Suddenly the image clicks in my head of James with Amanda’s underwear wrapped around the shaft of his penis as he was jacking off. Had James grabbed my underwear and done the same? Had he thought they had been a pair of Amanda’s? No, he would have had to reach down and pull them out. This pair I had worn just a few days ago and I had not had sex in that time so it was not from someone I had been with. Maybe it wasn’t the person and he just liked jacking off with women’s underwear. Either way I was back to full nervousness but with a hint of excitement. I started thinking of the image I had seen that day but my underwear wrapped around his penis. James thinking of using his large member on me. The idea hit the sweet spot of my mind.

I quickly took my underwear and crossed between the bathroom and my bedroom without even looking down the hall. Once inside I turned on the small lamp by my bed but left the room light off. I took off my jeans and underwear kicking them to the side and slid the underwear from the bathroom on. The simple black thong conformed well to my body as I caught a glimpse of myself in them and my blue tee shirt. I laid down in my bed and began rubbing my clit through them continuing my thought of James with my underwear going to town. I began to rub with more pressure and along the total length of my slit as the thought filled my mind. I guess I didn’t hear the knock but I realized my door was opening. I quickly tried to pull up my covers to hide what I had been doing.

James came in and was beginning to say something when he stopped maltepe escort and was staring down at me. I figured I was caught due to the fact I was breathing hard and I’m sure my scramble for covers hadn’t been unnoticed. When I looked down to where James was looking though I saw that in pulling my covers up in a rush I had covered one leg and the other leg only from the thigh down. You could clearly see the underwear.

I went to say something and James came further into my bedroom and sat on the edge of my bed. He reached over and pulled the covers back reveling the entire sight of me in the underwear I was pretty sure had him semen dried on them. On pulling his hand back he ran his finger across the fabric by my waist.

My mind ripped into two pieces at this point. The first piece saying stop this, he just walked in on you masturbating and by the way he is dating or at least fucking your cousin on a standard basis. The second side was ready to find out if what Amanda had said about James being a great lay was true. Guess which side won?

James again ran his finger across the fabric of the underwear but this time down to between my legs. I found myself spreading them open as he pushed the fabric against my opening and then running his finger up to my clit. At the same time, he bent over and his mouth met mine as our tongues connected. His hand continued to rub me in the same manner I had been doing before as we began to make out. He repositioned himself so he was lying next to me on my bed. I was flat on my back and he was on his side.

James hand soon made its way up to under my shirt as he began massaging my breast. I reached down and pulled the front of my shirt up exposing them. I then pulled down my bra. He leaned in and took one of my nipples into his mouth as he began sucking on it. I ran my hand across the back of his head as he began sucking on the other nipple. He went back and forth between them sucking on them and gently biting them before he stopped and stood up. He looked down at them as they stood hard. He asked me to take off my shirt and bra.

As I pulled my shirt over my head and spun my bra around undoing the fastener James took off his pants and boxers. Tossing my clothes to the side I once again got to see just how well hung James was and this time it was for me. I laid back down on my bed as James straddled my stomach placing himself between my breast. Given I had bigger breast that most women I knew I was not uncommon what men wanted to do with them. I placed my hands on the outside of them and pushed them together around James penis. He was long enough to where I could lean my head down and lick the head of him. He began thrusting between my breast. I watched as he came close to my face before pulling back. I decided to lean forward and stick out my tongue so every time he thrust forward I would lick the head of his penis. He grabbed a pillow and propped it behind my head so I would stay that way. After getting the pillow into position he resumed his hip motion but leaned back. I felt his hand again begin to rub between my leg. I propped them open and my knees up so he could have full access. Being teased with his taste and having him rubbing my now swollen clit and wet lips felt amazing.

After a few minutes he must have had enough of my teasing as he stopped rubbing between my legs and halted his thrusting between my breast. He rolled off to the side of me and leaned back. Once again I was pretty good at reading the signs. I rolled over and lowered my head and kissed the head of penis a few times before opening my mouth and taking the head in. Wrapping my lips around the base of his head and going down a little he filled my mouth. I immediately loved the taste of him on my tongue. He almost had a sweetness that I had not tasted with another man. I tried taking in as much of him as I could and sucking as tight as I could to try and grab as much flavor. Every time I pushed a little deeper till I felt my gag reflex begin and then I would release. I wondered just how much I could take in and began challenging myself pushing deeper and trying to hold longer.

By accident I went a little too hard and went past my gag reflex. I started to gag but then it stopped and held. My throat felt stuffed but James’ entire body tensed as I did so. On the way up my gag finished as my reflex was once again passed. I looked up to see James smiling and breathing heavily I felt kartal escort him put firm pressure on the back of my head. I guess I was doing a good job. This time I went fast and deep on purpose once again hitting my reflex but pushing past it. My throat resisted but if I pushed it gave way and deeper he went. On the way out I would gag and my throat would be sore but I wanted to see how far it could be pushed. A few more practice pushes and I pushed hard. My throat screamed but more and more went in. James must have felt this was the moment as he pushed hard on the back of my head but all of him went down my throat till I felt my lips at the base of his penis. On coming out I almost felt like I was going to throat up and I struggled to catch my breath and wipe away the strings of saliva.

I was considering trying again but James grabbed my shoulders and pushed them down on the bed. He moved so that he was between my legs. Then he grabbed the sides on my underwear and pulled them down. I put my legs together and off to the side of his as he took them off then once again spread them with him between them. I must have woken a beast with my attempts to deep throat because there was no patience in James anymore. He put the head of his penis at my opening and once it began to spread he drove deep quickly. I gasped and arched as all of him went in till he was against me. He grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs up and out as he started thrusting. Normally I try to control my noises during sex due to thin walls but there was no controlling this. I moaned and gasped for air as he gave me everything whether I was ready or not. He pushed my legs further and further up till my knees were beside me practically and my ankles next to my head.

It seemed like only a minute in and I began having my first orgasm. I grabbed and pulled at the bed under me. All my muscles tightened on anything they could. The feelings or warmth and satisfaction flooded me in waves like never before. James was not even slowing down though. His eyes were focused and determined. Soon my body began building again as the second one had started. I had never had multiple orgasms during sex before.

James pinned me down hard thrusting harder and faster. I gave up any attempt at composure moaning, cussing, praying to God whatever jumped to my lips. A second orgasm rocked my body again as everything clamped down, flooded, and then was told to continue. I was a good way to a third one when James’ thrust became slowed but hard and as deep as possible. With one final thrust he did everything to pin me down and I could actually feel him cuming inside of me. I had had sex lots of times and unprotected a few of those and never felt them actually cuming. Here it was though as I felt his penis pulsing between my legs and the squirts of semen going into me. I sat there just loving the feeling of everything as we stayed pinned together.

The pulsing began to fade and I could no longer feel the squirting and James began to release his pin on me. As my legs were allowed to go down all the muscles in them screamed in protest. You could still see the hand marks around my ankles as he let go. He pulled out and I tried to sit up as even my abs were objecting to movement. His penis had gone semi-soft and glistened covered with fluids. Both of us were breathing hard as we looked at each other and just laughed. James said he should go as he stood up and grabbed his clothes and left my bedroom closing the door behind him.

After he left I gave up on doing anything else and collapsed on my bed. I was too tired to dream and before I even knew it my eyes opened to sun coming in through the window. Everything hurt as I moved to get up. Putting on some sweats and a shirt felt like I had just been beaten around the block for a week. I looked down at my sheets and saw a large stain that I imagine was fluids leaking out of me during the night. I opened my door and headed out into the living room.

James didn’t seem to be there and I was somewhat happy for that as I didn’t want to seem as in bad of shape as I felt. I went over to the cupboard and took out some pain killers and took them with a glass of water. They burned the entire way down and it felt like I was trying to swallow a baseball with each pill. I started thinking about things that had gone one. First I had had unprotected sex but I should be getting my period soon so I felt pretty safe in that. Second I had slept, no scratch that, I had been fucked by my cousin’s for all purposes boyfriend. I was pretty sure that was something that should never come up between us. The final thought was one that kind of caught me off guard, it was how was I going to get to do it again.

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Disclaimers: This story is not appropriate for people under the age of 18. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Any resemblance to other people, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. This story contains women of fantastic heights, gigantic curves, and a massively endowed gentleman. If any of this isn’t your cup of tea, please turn around now.

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Nick walked into the hotel elevator, following two other gentlemen. He couldn’t help but admire the swankiness of the hotel, even from inside the elevator. The company he was interviewing for had really spared no expense for him, it had seemed. After a brutal day of interrogation, the 21-year-old was looking forward to getting back to his room and crashing.

Nick waited for the elderly gentleman to get off the elevator. But as the doors began to close, something caught his eye. He rushed to the panel and hit the button to hold the door open. Looking back out into the hallway, he saw four of the largest breasts he had ever seen! They bounced and juggled as they came toward him, seemingly stretching their cloth prisons to their limits. He was sure that their shirts had words on them, but whatever it was they said was completely unintelligible.

As the breasts bounced closer to him, however, he noticed something was off. They seemed to be… rising higher? No, that couldn’t be it.

He watched in awe as one of the girls doubled over, her shirt audibly straining to hold the massive weight for her chest, and entered the elevator. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched her magnificent breasts get compressed by the elevator door frame, followed by her incredible hips. After what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, she made it all the way into the elevator and scooted off to the far side as best she could. The gigantic girl was still bent over, her gargantuan breasts mere inches from completely engulfing his head.

Turning away so as not to be staring at them, he was immediately faced with the exact same view from the other side. Duh, there were two of them! But this meant that there was almost nowhere he could look that wasn’t directly at their chests. The door closed and the elevator started moving upward, albeit reluctantly. Every so often, the elevator would wobble ever so slightly, causing the mountain range surrounding him to jiggle for a few seconds.

After what seemed like hours, the elevator slowed down again and opened its doors. Nick turned to leave, but realized that he was blocked in by the same breasts he had been staring at. Short of awkwardly crawling underneath them, there was no way out. He slowly looked up at the two girls towering above him and said, “Um, this is my floor.”

The two giant girls immediately looked down at him, their faces even more gorgeous than he had thought (to be fair, he had been a little occupied staring at… other things). “Sorry, little guy. Getting in and out of these things is really tough for big girls like us. Would you mind keeping us company until we get to our floor instead?” The girl in front of him smiled. Nick thought about saying no, but what could he do? Plus, two gorgeous, gigantic girls wanted him to stick around. He’d be a complete idiot to say no to that, right?

“Sure, I guess that’s okay.” He said as the doors closed and the elevator resumed its upward journey. “I can’t imagine people your size have an easy time getting around…” He mused, trying to strike up a tiny bit of conversation.

“No, but you get used to it. You don’t get to be almost nine feet tall without learning a few tricks.” The girl behind him giggled. He could actually see her breasts bouncing, despite her being behind him.

“Nine feet tall?! That can’t be…” Nick couldn’t help but exclaim despite the fact that they were obviously a few feet taller than him.

“You’re right, it’s probably a little bit over nine feet now. Who can keep track anymore…” The girl in front of him shrugged, winking down at him. Was she… flirting with him? No… that couldn’t be. However, all of a sudden, he felt something massive and soft behind his head. He naively turned around to see what it was and was greeted by the same gigantic breasts that were in front of him.

“Oh, sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bump…” He turned around and stopped when he had realized bursa escort that the other pair of breasts had moved closer too. “…you…” He said, his voice rather muffled. The two girls moved slightly forward again, completely engulfing his head and part of his upper body with their chests.

This was completely unfair. Normally he had amazing self control, mostly out of necessity, but he didn’t stand a chance! His pants tightened as his enormous member slithered down his pant leg. Feeling his cock head slide past his knee, he tried to think of something, anything else besides the overwhelmingly massive girls that surrounded him, but nothing was working. Luckily, his two “captors” didn’t seem to be able to see his big problem thanks to their enormous chests. He knew that if he wasn’t able to do anything soon, walking would be incredibly difficult.

Just at that moment, the elevator dinged again. One of the girls looked over. “Oh! This is our stop.” She smiled, looking down at him. “You’ll have to excuse us for a moment while we squeeze out of here.” As the girl behind him began to turn around, he could feel her massive breast squishing into him, engulfing his torso. Once she had turned around, he took the opportunity to turn himself, hoping that with the mountainous mammaries out of his way, he’d be able to get himself back down to normal. He was wrong. He was very wrong.

As he turned around, he could literally feel his member lurch downward. Directly in front of him was a massive, round, denim-clad ass. And it was coming toward him! He tried to step back, but he immediately bumped into the other girl’s chest. The butt made contact right afterward, pressing its firm yet surprisingly soft flesh against him. It was massive! In addition to pressing against most of his torso, it even pressed against the top portion of his cock!

Nick closed his eyes, trying to avoid making a fool of himself. Baseball. Moldy bread. World hunger. Nothing was working! The problem was, as the first girl’s ass was pressing into him, his head and upper body were getting pressed into the cleavage of the girl behind him. At this point, he was rock hard. There were no two ways around it. Just as he thought this couldn’t get any more embarrassing, the girl behind him stood up a little bit, taking his body which had now been sandwiched in between her breasts with him.

As his feet left the ground, he could feel his massive member slide against the round flesh in front of him. The girl in front of him paused for a moment. “Oh crap, she definitely noticed…” Nick thought to himself. The girl in front of him pressed back into him for a second before she squeezed her way out of the elevator. As soon as she did, he figured the other girl would let him down and he could be on his embarrassed way. But the other girl just started walking toward the door as if he weren’t wedged between her breasts.

Standing back up, it was their turn to be wide-eyed. The first girl just stared for a while at the massive length running down the leg of his poor suit pant. His erection forced his right leg to remain unbent, reaching down almost all of the way to his ankle. He blushed as the girl behind him realized what the other girl was staring at and gasped.

“I know, I know… I’m a freak.” He sighed. “Just put me down and we can all just forget this ever happened.”

The girl in front of him shook her head. “That… is… the absolute… sexiest thing… I’ve ever seen!” She grinned.

Nick cocked his head. That definitely wasn’t the response he was used to getting when girls found out about his cock. Usually girls were too scared to even try it, which meant a lot of awkward nights spent on a girl’s couch, waiting for his erection to go down before he could walk out of there looking like a normal human being. On occasion, a girl would be brave enough to try playing with it, but without exception they all decided it was way too big.

“Trust me, I’ve seen my fair share of guys, and you’re… at least twice as big as all of them!” The girl behind him said with awe.

“So… have you ever seen a penthouse suite before?” The girl in front of him winked.

Nick was completely confused. A little bit of flirting in the elevator was one thing. But they knew how big his cock got! It only took a second for him to realize how stupid he bursa escort bayan was being. A pair of gorgeous, gigantic girls had taken an interest in him. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?

“You know, I’ve always wanted to see one…” He replied.

Both of the girls grinned and they started walking down the hallway. When they got to the end of it, Nick couldn’t help but be impressed. Instead of the normal, single door that all of the other rooms seemed to have, the penthouse suite had a set of double doors. Judging by the fact that the girls didn’t have to duck to get through it, he guessed that the doors had to be at least ten feet tall!

The place was enormous! The ceiling in the suite was at least double height. The girls walked toward what seemed like the living room and the girl behind him sat down on the couch, letting his body sit on top of her thighs. The other girl stood in front of him, towering over him like a curvy monolith. She bent over, her bra once again audibly creaking from the sheer weight of her massive breasts.

“I don’t think we were ever properly introduced.” The girl in front of him said. “I’m Abby. And the girl whose chest you’re, umm… stuck in is my sister Amy.”

Nick couldn’t help but stare at the canyon of cleavage in front of him. It took him a minute until he was able to get sound coming out of his mouth, and then another few moments before those sounds became words. “I-I-I’m Nick.” He said, still unsure as to whether this was real or just the best dream he had ever had.

“Nice to meet you, Nick!” They said one after another. As they did, Abby’s chest began to move forward, getting dangerously close to his foot. The size of her massive breasts could not be understated. He could actually feel in his foot the warmth that they radiated. Yet she kept moving closer, her cleavage perfectly positioned to basically swallow his leg, and with it his monster member. Finally, they touched. His eyes rolled back as he felt her cleavage envelop the very tip of his cock.

But just as soon as it had started, it ended. Abby quickly pulled back. “Silly me. Where are my manners? Would you like a drink?” She asked. Nick nodded, blushing heavily from their brief but intense interaction. “Coming right up!” She said as she stood back up, her chest rubbing against his body as she did so. He bit his lip hard. Control had never been an issue for him, but he just couldn’t help himself around these girls! But he knew that he couldn’t get ahead of himself. One wrong move and he could kiss the opportunity of a lifetime goodbye.

Nick sat there wedged in Amy’s cleavage while Abby walked toward the kitchen, her hips swaying with each step. Her massive ass strained against her jeans as she bent down to reach into the fridge, a sight which did not go unnoticed. Moments later, she came back with three bottles, handing one to Amy, one to Nick and keeping one for herself. Nick thanked her for the bottle and looked up at her face. Suddenly, his excitement turned into panic. She looked so young! He’d spent the entire time staring at her chest and ass, so he didn’t really notice that she couldn’t have looked older than 15 years old.

“Wait wait wait…” He said, obviously flustered. “This… can’t be happening. You’re what, like 15? I can’t take advantage of you like that…”

The two of them laughed, Amy’s breasts jiggling around Nick’s body. “No need to worry, Nick. We’re both 18.” Amy said from behind. Abby sat down on the ground in front of the two of them, her chest resting in her lap.

“But if you’re 18, how did you… where did these beers come from?” Nick asked, still confused but significantly less panicked.

“Money.” Abby shrugged. “Plus, who turns down a pair of giant girls?”

Now it was Nick’s turn to shrug. “Fair enough.”

“And anyway, with our size we could drink an entire six pack and still be sober.” Amy said behind him, picking up her bottle and taking a huge sip. In front of him, Abby quickly downed her bottle, playing with it for a moment before placing it right in between her breasts. She slowly pushed it down, engulfing the ten-inch bottle in her massive cleavage, winking at him as she finished.

Nick felt his pants strain as his massive member spasmed inside of it. This was getting to be too much! He noticed her staring at his leg, trying escort bursa to figure out why until he realized. She could see his cock head through the leg of his pants! By that point, his massive cock head was nearly sticking out of the bottom!

“That can’t be comfortable, can it?” Abby asked him, pointing at his pants.

“Here, let me help you out there.” Amy said, reaching from behind to undo his belt. Nick felt like he should be objecting, but he honestly didn’t know how much choice he had in the matter, exactly. And even more to the point, he wasn’t sure he actually wanted it to stop. Amy unzipped his fly and began gently pulling his pants down, first revealing his boxers, then revealing over a foot of rock-hard cock sticking out of the bottom of those boxers.

“Oh my god… that thing would make a horse cry!” Abby exclaimed as his pants came off. Amy dropped his pants on the floor but kept her hands around him, laying them down at the base of his cock. Even this simple action caused his incredibly sensitive member to spasm, making Amy flinch a little bit.

Without asking, Amy decided to quickly slide his boxers off of his body. Well, as quickly as one could when trying to get them over a massive cock. As she tossed them onto the ground, however, she quickly realized she made a mistake as his cock sprung to life and bopped her on the head. “Ouch!” She exclaimed. “That monster attacked me!”

Abby laughed at her sister’s misfortune. “See? That’s what you get for being greedy…”

“Like you could have done any better.” Amy stuck her tongue out.

“Oh I know I could have. That’s why I’m the big sister.”

“Now you’re just lying. I’ve always been the bigger twin.”

“That was before my little growth spurt.” Abby said, quickly winking down at Nick.

“I don’t believe you.” Amy said defiantly.

Abby shrugged. “Well, then it’s a good thing we have someone here that can set everything straight.” She grinned down at Nick. “He even comes with a built-in yard stick!”

“Fine.” Amy said as she gently removed Nick from her cleavage and placed him on the couch next to her. She stood up above her seated sister on her tip toes, towering over her. “If you want to lose yet again, be my guest.”

“Okay, turn around then.” Abby giggled. Her sister complied and the girl began to rise from her seated position. Nick couldn’t help but marvel at just how much time it took her to stand fully up. The girl seemed to be standing up at a comparatively normal pace, but since there was so much more of her, it seemed like it took her forever until she was fully upright.

“Okay, Nick. Which one of us is taller?” Amy asked. Nick stared up at them. From this angle, they both looked equally gigantic. But he knew he needed to get a better view. He scooted over on the couch so that he could stand up, his cock sticking outward yet still drooping under its massive weight. Standing up only reminded him of how much taller than him they were, however, as it seemed to make no difference with regard to being able to tell who was taller.

“Hmmm… hold on just a second.” Nick said as he looked around the room. He quickly found a chair and brought it over, Abby giggling the entire time. He wasn’t sure if she was giggling because he had to use a chair, because moving the chair was very awkward with multiple feet of flesh sticking out of him, or both.

“Needed a better angle, shorty?” Abby chuckled as he set up the chair right in between them. Nick stepped onto the chair, very careful to place his still very hard cock in front of the back of the seat so that it wouldn’t cause any issues. However, once he got himself situated, he realized there was another problem. He still wasn’t tall enough! At 6 feet tall, he wasn’t exactly short, but even with the extra 18 or so inches from the chair, he was still at least a foot and a half from being level with the two curvy amazons in front of him.

Nick tried standing on his tip toes, but it was no use. Amy turned to him and smirked. “Aww, maybe he needs a little bit of help.” She said as she picked him up off of the chair, his massive cock accidentally rubbing up against Abby’s gigantic ass, causing his cock to spasm powerfully. His member swung wildly as she lifted him high above her head. But as she brought him back down closer to their level, everything seemed to be in slow motion. He could see with where his cock was and the way it was falling that it was making a beeline right for Amy’s cleavage! It seemed like there wasn’t anything he could do but watch and brace for impact.

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After a full day of running around after our kids, you walk in with a “Honey, I’m home” to find me cooking dinner for the two of us. From the hair escaping from my up-do and the dejected posture, you can immediately tell that my day was hectic. Quietly, you place the items you are carrying in an out of the way spot then come up behind me to wrap me in your arms. Burying your head in my neck and kissing me there gently.

As I sink into your embrace, moaning softly, I say “Dinner will be about 10 minutes. I need to finish up the rice and take the enchiladas out of the oven.”

“Perfect!” you say, “I’m going to hop in the shower and wash up quickly.” You kiss me again and head to the bathroom where I hear the water come on. I want to come with you but know the food will burn as we’ll get distracted. When you come back to the kitchen you are clean and bare chested – just a pair of shorts on. The sight makes me smile and lick my lips.

Carrying our now loaded plates to the table, I set yours in front of you as you join me. We both dig tuzla escort into our meal and discuss menial things. Just nice to have someone listen for a change.

Going to take the plates you shake your head. “Leave those for now, I’ll do them”.

We get to the bedroom and you push open the door. You instead reach for me and begin to gently remove my clothing. Kissing me as you work blind. You running your hands along my body. I sink in to you. Pulling back I retie my bun making sure no strands have escaped.

Walking up behind me until I can feel the heat of your body just before you kiss my shoulder and when I try to sneak a kiss at the same time, you grin, knowing I am ready for more. Pulling me into your arms you softly kiss my lips, onto the bedroom. Laying me on the bed lowering yourself between my legs, you softly blow air across my pelvis then slide your hands up to frame my pussy between them. Sliding your thumbs up and down, you stroke me, making me very aware of where you are as I also feel your breath move across me.

As tuzla escort bayan you stroke, you start pulling my pussy lips apart, the evidence of my arousal is right there for you to see. Seeing the wetness, you move your thumbs to the inside of my lips and hold me open before bending your head to drag your tongue from the entrance to my depths to the top of my clit. More juices flow from this stimulation and you dip your tongue down to catch it. Repeating the movement over and over, swirling your tongue and dragging it through my folds, I begin to moan and gasp. As you start to move your tongue faster over me and pausing to suck and nibble at my clit, more fluid flows and I begin to squirm. Holding me down, you begin to lash at my clit firmly, sucking it into your mouth hard causing it to swell and become more sensitive. Releasing it you flick it with your tongue again then set your teeth on it and nibble gently. I scream softly and fluids spill from my body as my back arches off the bed and I orgasm hard.

Quickly getting to your knees, escort tuzla you slide your cock into me, gliding deep while feeling my pussy walls clenching at you. Bringing your face to mine, you kiss me, letting me taste myself on your tongue. Thrusting in and out slowly but firmly, you extend my orgasm letting it squeeze you as you move, as if trying to keep you inside me. One hand comes up to cup my face as you kiss me, my arms around your neck with one hand running through your hair. You continue your thrusts, speeding up as you feel my contractions slowing down. Kissing me with more passion, you move faster, my hips rising to meet yours, my fingers clenching in your hair as I try to pull you further into me. Our movements become more rapid and almost desperate as we both tumble towards orgasm. You swallow my scream seconds before giving me yours as we climax together.

Briefly letting me go, you reach down for the blankets and pull them up over us, then reach to turn out the bedside light. Taking me back into your arms, you roll to your side, keeping your cock in me and entwining our legs and arms around each other. You kiss me softly, whispering of your love and lay your head against mine. We drift to sleep still in that position, satisfied and exhausted.

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Ma had just retired to her room when Rudra and I came to ours. The moment we were out of sight Rudra put his arm around my waist crushing me to him. He slipped his hand between my legs roughly pushing his finger into my wetness.

“Umhh,” I bit into my lip. I turned in his arms to kiss him. Our lips sucked hungrily at each other’s tongues.

“I want you,” I heard myself say before biting into his lip.

He groaned, then half lifted me to his room, discarding my clothes on the way in. He lifted me against him then bit into one of my nipples.

“Aahhh,” I groaned loudly being instantly aroused beyond repair. I found my hand pushing his head to my breast as he pulled hard on the nipple. He pushed me against the door, thrusting his hard on against my wet pussy.

He cupped my breast in both hands, pushing it up to suck hard on my flesh. Then he squeezed it again repeating the process over and over.

I bit into my lip moaning hard. My head falling back in sweet agony.

“Riya?” Mother called just before she entered into the nursery and my breath caught in my throat.

“What…” but she did not finish.

My moan turned into a whimper and Rudra froze, my nipple still in his mouth.

My heart pounded in my chest as blood rushed into my face and my cheeks began to burn. A startled expression paralyzed my face.

“My breasts were hurting,” I breathed by way of explanation before mother turned on her heels and left.

Every movement I made thereafter was under ma’s radar. She would make surprise visits to the nursery. I felt so ashamed of almost being caught it made me tremble every time I thought about it, so I took all precautionary measures, even at the cost of aggravating Rudra. But into the third week Rudra was running low on patience.

“You’re being paranoid, you know.” He stared into my eyes, miffed. “She’s not going to come up in the middle of the night just to see what you’re doing with me in bed.” He tried to kiss me again.

“Ummh, please Rudra,” I tried to break from his kiss. “Listen, ummh…, ummh, please honey,” I coaxed, to appeal to his better senses.”

“I want you,” he growled.

“I want you too Rudra, but I’m too scared.” I pleaded again.

“Are you really, or have you had your fill of this,” he gestured at us and the nursery.

“Now you’re being paranoid,” I squinted at him annoyed myself, for him even thinking of something as absurd as this.

“Fine, have it your way,” he turned his back to me in a huff.

“Please Rudra, I’m really scared. If she catches us this time, I don’t know what she’s going to do.” No matter how much I wanted to reassure him and allay his fears, I couldn’t hug him or come close to him in bed of fear that ma would catch me in the act.

He didn’t turn around in bed after that and went to sleep, while I counted sheep in my head till morning.

The next day he was distant and no matter how much I tried to act normally before my mother, my eyes kept traveling to him. Every time our gaze met, I could feel ma making mental notes.

And then it happened.

On the weekend when ma and I were home alone she asked me to move a bed into the nursery with the babies. She did not want me and Rudra to share a room anymore. Instinctively, even before she had let on I knew something drastic was eventually going to happen but I still wasn’t ready for the way it made me feel.

The moment I heard him walk into the house it was like all the flood gates had released. I knew it wasn’t a big thing I was still next door to him but no matter what I told myself, I felt like ma had severed me from Rudra and I couldn’t bear it. Even though he was standing a few paces from me, I felt like a deep trench had been dug between us and I couldn’t cross it to get to him. The first moment we were alone I ran into his arms.

“Shhhhh,” he rocked me against his warm chest. “Stop crying, its only temporary, I promise.

I shook my head violently against his chest too overcome with emotion to trust my voice. I sobbed against his chest, my knees giving way.

“Come on Riya, its not a big deal. I’m next door to you, aren’t I?” He pulled me up to peer into my face. “Its going to be alright darling, hush now and stop crying.” I felt his kiss put warmth into my cold bones again.

But words still failed me. Instead fresh warm tears welled and flowed from my eyes.

“Riya, please honey stop doing this, you’re breaking my heart,” he exhaled crushing me in his embrace again.

Nothing would be the same again. Ma would keep a close watch on us now, I knew it in my bones and a dread settled over my heart. I no longer had it in me to survive without him. I knew I had to do everything in my power to let that from happening. Every time he tried to touch me even if it was in the middle of the night or even when I knew ma was away for the day I would flinch and shrink from his touch and soon he stopped making an effort altogether. He began to spend long hours at work, coming home late. I wondered sometimes if he had bursa escort begun to see someone. I trembled in my bed thinking about it, my life seeping out of my limbs at the very thought.

At night I would dream of him and then wake sweating.

“I needed to shop for a few things for the babies,” I asked tentatively, when I found him in the nursery one morning petting the babies. “Can you take me shopping in the evening?”

“No, I’m busy today. Go with ma.” He said simply then left the room.

On the way to work I tried to start a conversation with him again.

“You’re very busy these days.”

“Yes,” was all the answer he gave.

“With what?” I let my curiosity get the better of him. But a call came through and he began to talk over the phone.

“Yes, tell her to wait. I’m going to be there in,” he checked his watch. “ten minutes tops. Yes, i’m sure, just tell her and show her to my office. Don’t let her leave at any cost. Keep her busy somehow.” He called off.

“Can you take a cab to the university today Riya, I’ve got this client waiting for me and am already late.” He asked absently dialing another number.

“Yes, yes of course,” I answered, my heart falling. I looked out of the window, biting into my lip, suddenly feeling overwhelmed over the lack of control I had over the events unfolding before me.

“Will you be alright?” He asked looking at me when he dropped me at my intersection.

“Yes, of course,” I said again in a false voice.

He gazed at me, before his phone began ringing again, then exhaled, answered his phone and started the ignition to take care of more pressing matters.

I stood there a while staring behind his car, too weak to move and unable to make sense of where the life I called my own went in that moment.

Somehow every time I tried to talk to him again something would always come in the way. Over time the silences began to distance us even more than the setbacks of life. He began to travel for work and spend days away from home, something he had never done before. Something he had only begun to do lately. I thought of the call he had answered when he had left me on the side of the road that day. ‘Don’t let her leave at any cost’

“What are you thinking?”

My gaze travelled to ma, unsuspecting. I found it strange to find her staring at me.

I looked down at my plate, at the untouched food, my mind already beginning to pick up its trail again into the maze in my head.

“I asked you something?” Ma raised her voice.

“What? I’m sorry, what?” I cleared my throat.

“Where’s your mind these days Riya? Are you even here?” She asked with a slight sting in her voice. “I find you staring into the oblivion all the time. What is the matter with you?”

I cleared my throat again. “I’m just tired.” I answered, my fork absently, toying with the food on my plate.

“Are you feeling alright?” She sounded a tad worried.

“Yes, I’m alright,” I answered without much thought. I had stopped letting questions affect me any more.

“Are you still having the same problem?” She asked hesitantly.

My eyes stared blankly into hers. I did not answer before finding out what she was talking about.

“Your breasts still hurt?”

Oh, so that’s what she meant. My neurons began to fire at once.

“Yes.”

“So, aren’t you doing anything about it?” She asked like handling something unpalatable.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve learned to live with the pain.” I lifted my eyes to hers, rage simmering deep within them.

She looked away.

“Ask him to help you.”

It wasn’t a plea nor was it a command. It was her way of saying she cared. I felt a pall lift over me.

That night when I had put my babies to sleep in their crib, I went in to take a shower and wore my black negligee. Then I began to wait for him to return. My heart thudded against my chest in anticipation. It was only nine and I knew if he returned he usually did around midnight. I ordered my mind not to dwell on what kept him away.

“Riya? Wake up honey,” he was waking me softly when I stirred from my stupor. I closed my eyes again, my heart blossoming with the boundless love I felt for him. He was beautiful. His dark eyes glowed in the lamplight under thick winged eyebrows. “Riya, wake up darling, what’s the matter? Ma said something was wrong with you?” He asked worriedly.

Ma had told him. I bit into my lip, then lifted myself into a sitting position while he knelt before me, his enquiring eyes still fixed on my face. I pulled him against my breasts holding him against my heart. I felt starved for his touch. I kissed his head, sobs tearing from my lungs.

“What’s wrong Riya?” He asked anxiously.

“I can’t live without you.” I choked.

“Oh! honey,” he exhaled resting his forehead in my cleavage. “I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” He said slowly.

Another sob tore through my chest.

He lifted his head to look at me again. “Ma said you weren’t well? What’s bursa escort bayan wrong? Are you alright?” His brows still gathered on his forehead.

“Yes.” I held his face between my palms.

“I missed you,” I said breathlessly.

His features mellowed.

“I missed you too.”

We stared at each other for an electrifying moment.

“Suckle my breasts,” I said with longing.

I slid the straps off my shoulders to bare my breasts to him. I cupped a breast lifting my nipple to his mouth.

“Will you, Rudra?” I asked, my voice laced with lust.

He looked at me, then pushed a hand behind my back, pulling my nipple roughly into his mouth. Every time he sucked pulling me to him, I felt my pussy flood. He bit into the soft flesh of my breast, etching his teeth all over them. Then he began to suck and bite on my raw nipple. I smiled down at his ministrations wondering how engorged he was with all this. My hand slipped into his hair holding him to my breast and he pulled and tugged at my inflamed breast. I kissed his head.

“I want you Rudra.” I salaciously whispered into his ear, my breath chafing against my lungs. Hearing that he pulled me into a rough kiss. His mouth dug into mine and began to suck on my tongue. He bit into my lower lip and tore my negligee into shreds.

“I don’t want you to ever say no to me again, you hear me,” he spewed in suppressed rage.

“I won’t.” And in that moment I felt fear depart from me forever.

He was back at my lips again. Chewing and sucking on them.

He loosened his tie with one hand and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. But then instead he went back and attacked my other breast. He pulled the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it until I whimpered.

“I’ll teach you never to say no to me again.” He fumed again then began to suck and bite and swallow my breast into his mouth.

A puddle had created beneath me. I wanted him to want me like this forever. Just the thought that he could live without me was unthinkable. I wanted him to ravage me for the rest of my life. To hell with what the rest of the world thought. I would give him what he wanted, if someone found it unpalatable, well then too bad.

“Take me,” my voice startled even me. It wasn’t a whisper anymore. “Take me now.” The moment I said it my eyes flicked towards the ajar door and I saw my mother standing in the doorway. Her hand clasping her throat.

I wasn’t scared of her anymore. I could scream now that I loved Rudra from rooftops. I could scream that I was his wife and the mother of his children and I did not care what my mother thought about it or did to me over it.

He pulled me beneath him then. He was lying naked over me.

“Open your legs.”

I acceded at once and felt his engorged cock encroach the empty space in my cunt. He placed one hand on the edge of the bed for support and began to bang me against it. He wasn’t in the mood to make love. He was ravaging my cunt, exactly the way I wanted him to.

“Harder Rudra,” I urged into his ear. “Fuck Me Hard.” “Ahhhhhhhhh,” I moaned louder than I ever had.

“You are mine.” He roared thrusting hard into me. “You hear that, you are mine. Say no to me again and I will kill you cunt.”

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I groaned with pain. He had never fucked me in anger. This was new for my body and I shattered into a tiny million pieces in his embrace.

“Punish me for not letting you touch me, ravage me, destroy me.” I cried giving into rage myself.

He pummeled into my pussy in fury, calling me his whore, his cunt, his baby breeding machine.

“Ahhhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” we moaned loudly giving into our orgasms. And even now minutes later I could still feel his penis twitching and jerking inside me. I was full of his cum. I lifted my legs around his waist, holding him harder against my boobs in my embrace, before slowly drifting into a stupor.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear when I descended from my cloud.

“I love you too,” he said pecking me on my neck.

“Did you eat anything when you got home?” I asked him.

“Yes…you.” He replied.

I chuckled softly. “In addition to me?” I enquired.

“Nah, am not hungry.” He answered hoarsely.

“I didn’t ask you whether you were or not. You’re going to have dinner. You work all day. Don’t think I haven’t been noticing you. You’ve been nothing but a pain in the neck, skipping meals, coming home late and avoiding me like the bubonic plague.

“What did you expect then, that I would flourish and ripen under the circumstances?” He answered embittered.

“Wait here I’ll get something for you to eat.” I slipped underneath him and put on a robe to go down to the kitchen.

I was worried about ma seeing us. Worried, not scared. I knew she had seen us and I wanted to know how she was dealing with the shock. I didn’t want to involve Rudra, so I didn’t tell him I’d seen Ma in the hallway outside my door.

I climbed downstairs but didn’t find Ma in the kitchen so escort bursa I went into her room. I was surprised how fearless I felt.

“Ma,” I called when I saw her and she looked at me. “I love him, ma,” I said softly to bring her out of her shock.

“You call that love?” She snarled with abhorrence.

“Yes, ma I call that love?” I looked straight at her.

I felt my face sting when she slapped me right across the face.

“Get out of my house, you whore.” She said through gritted teeth. “You are no daughter of mine.”

“I’ll happily be a whore and worse, to be with him, mother. I love him and nothing in this world will change that. I will have him whichever way I can. I will have him at any cost mother.” I said going a little loony myself.

My mother gawked at me in shock at my brazen acceptance of the sexual nature of my relationship with my brother. “Then I’m going to leave this house. I will not be party to this sin.”

“You are not going anywhere, mother.” I fixed her with my stare. I knew this would not sit well with Rudra. Ma leaving us forever with no one to take care of her in her old age.

“And who’s going to stop me?” her brows gathered.

“If you leave, I will tell everyone that Rudra is the father of my children. Think what that will do to your family name ma.” I blackmailed her.

Her lips turned into a thin line while her dark eyes burned holes in my soul.

“You will not.” She tried to call my bluff.

“Indeed I will, do remember, I am a whore, mother.” I threw at her.

“I’ll kill myself than live in your presence.” She spat in fury.

I wasn’t expecting her to say that. Was it this big a deal for her. Was I really so screwed that I couldn’t understand how wrong what Rudra and I were doing was? But this was no time to delve into my own confusions. I couldn’t let mother leave. I loved her and I wanted her so much to accept us, except that I loved Rudra like a wife does a husband and not how a sister loves a brother. I was willing to do anything, so she would accept us.

“Do you really think mother, killing yourself would absolve our family name of my misdeed. It will last for generations and if you hurt Rudra in this manner, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to see that your family name never recovers from this blemish. The choice is yours.”

Ma flew into a rage over this and slapped me again calling me names.

“This will be our secret mother as long as you want it to. I promise no one will ever know it outside the three of us.” I looked at her through tears one last time then hurried into the kitchen, washed my face and took dinner upstairs, for Rudra.

“What took you so long? I was about to come down.”

Rudra had taken a shower and had changed into his night clothes.

“I was just talking to mother.” I gestured him to sit and handed him the plate.

“What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to sound clueless.

“Nothing, you just look strange.”

“Hmmm, eat your dinner, maybe with something in your belly, I’ll look better.” I tried to joke. I went into the nursery pretending to check on the babies. My nerves were in knots.

“Have you eaten something?” He asked from his room.

“Yes,” I answered back.

“You’ll sleep with me tonight,” he said. It wasn’t a request, it was a command.

“Yes, I will,” I answered but I couldn’t completely cherish the feeling, for only tomorrow would tell how my mother had taken all that had transpired today. Until then I would be on tenterhooks. I had made a dangerous move and if things headed south and mother did something stupid, my brother would never forgive me for it. I placed my head in my hands, exhaling hard. I closed my eyes and looked up praying for a miracle.

“What are you doing there? Come here.” Rudra called from his room.

“Nothing, I’m just checking on the babies. Yukti needs to be changed.” I replied.

“Come back then.” There was a pause. “I’ve missed you enough to last me two lifetimes.”

My lips twitched into a smile and I wished I could have enjoyed this moment the way I wanted to, but … I exhaled again.

Why did mother have to walk in on us? I cursed. I would’ve jumped into bed with Rudra and now I could not and all because of her. I felt angry and close on the heels I felt guilty and ashamed. I wish my happiness did not come at this price for my mother. But it wasn’t something I had chosen. It had chosen me.

“Riya?” He bellowed from the other room and just the sound of his voice melted my very bones.

“I’m coming.” I walked in to see him sitting on the edge of his bed watching me.

I looked away.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

He pulled me to himself. “You’ve never lied to me in your entire life Riya. What are you hiding?” He asked suspiciously.

“You’re being silly. I’m not hiding,” I laughed trying to throw him off the scent.

He was silent for a bit, while he stared at the pattern in the carpet below. “Have you found someone?”

“What?”

“Have you started seeing someone?” He asked still not looking at me.

“Yes, I have. You fool. I’m seeing the father of my children, that is when he finds time from his busy schedule and his important clients.”

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After my conversation with Sam, I was obviously flabbergasted and a little mad. I am very mild-mannered but the conversation at the end of the call drove me crazy: what did he do to make her say what she did? Did he show her what I think he did? Why wasn’t she answering my calls? All kinds of questions went through my head.

I tried to reach her later that morning and afternoon but she would not answer her phone. The first two times it rang until it went to voice-mail. The next couple times it went to voice-mail after two rings. I didn’t leave any voice-mails because I was worried what I might say. I didn’t want to screw things up with her, because she is my world. I’m actually a little glad she didn’t pick up because I probably would have said something brash.

I finally got in touch with her that evening.

She immediately apologized to me “Sorry, Hon! I’m sorry for not picking up! I don’t want to be known as the girl with a boyfriend,” She corrected herself, “I mean the one that is always talking to her boyfriend on the phone”

Like the nice person I am, I accepted her apology, “That’s okay, I guess. I don’t want to be a distraction in your social life. ankara escort So what did you have for breakfast? How is the dining hall?”

“This is hilarious, but we ended up not actually going to breakfast! I guess we kindof got distracted hanging out, and we missed the time-window for breakfast.”

That was strange, because when I talked to her before, she seemed like she was in a hurry to get off the phone to get something in her mouth, “That is funny!” I humored her, “So what did you end up doing, instead?”

“Oh you know how it is? Sometimes you get so into it, you completely lose track of time. -I mean with our conversation” She corrected.

“Oh, I see. So what did you end up discussing?” I asked.

“Well we didn’t really discuss much. We kindof just got really intimate.” She said innocently, “We discovered each other’s family lives and growing up and other stuff.”

I took a risk and decided to change the subject to the morning conversation, “So Sam…after we said ‘bye’ I accidentally heard a little of your conversation and it has been playing tricks on my head.” I wondered, “What was ‘tasty’? And what were you calling ‘so big’?”

“Oh escort ankara my god! You heard that?” She asked credulously, “Well that is just his sense of humor…you know, very low-brow, immature.”

She did not continue, so I prodded her, “How so?”

She bashfully continued, “He showed me a part of his body. AND, If I recall correctly, I actually said ‘he’s so much bigger’, because I’m used to your body, so he just kinda surprised me.”

She was dodging the question, I wasn’t certain if intentionally, “And what part of his body did he show you?”

“You know, I don’t want to embarrass you because it was bigger,” She hesitated; “He’s kindof a jock though, so, you know? His muscle, I guess, is bigger”

I guess she was really worried about offending me, I wasn’t very athletic.

She quickly pivoted to the offensive: “You really shouldn’t be prying into my private conversations! It was between me and my new roommate, so you have no right to be offended.”

“I’m sorry, dear.” I feared I went too far, “I didn’t mean to pry, it was an accident.”

“I guess I’ll forgive you.” She relinquished.

“Great!” A sigh of relief. Curiously, ankara escort bayan I asked, “What are your plans for tonight, then? Meeting up with some new friends?”

“No, I actually really haven’t met many new people. I’ve just been enjoying my new roomie!” She then interrupted herself, “Oh Hon! We are actually going to grab some food now. We have been lounging around all day and haven’t gotten around to eating. We are so drained.”

“Okay?” I was a little confused; if they have been lounging all day, how are they drained?

She continued, “First we are going to refuel. So, afterwards -You know what is funny?” she interjected, “The only way I could convince him to stay with me in my bed- I mean our room, instead of some floozy’s, is if I would watch some of his favorite date-movies with him. He claims that he can get into any girls’ pants using these movies!” She scoffed, “Ha! I’d like to see that happen!”

“Ok I trust you will behave yourself.” I confided.

“Uh huh,” She said distractedly, “You won’t believe what he is wearing. He does NOT know how to dress himself. He is wearing overalls, but I’m pretty sure he is wearing nothing underneath. -Oops! I am right! He is definitely not wearing anything under them. Gotta go, honey!”

I responded, “I love you!”

I don’t think she heard me, but I did accidentally hear her say, “Let’s be quick.” to him before she could hang up.

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It was already getting hot, the sun was in a clear sky, and the humidity not quite oppressive. I was getting the grass cut early in the day to avoid the promised sauna-like afternoon. We had moved into our brand new home a couple of years ago – nice neighborhood of mixed young and middle-aged working families, some with children, along with a few older retired couples like ourselves. Our neighbors on one side were a retired couple older than we – pleasant and helpful but with few outside interests. On the other side was a family of forty-something school teachers with two sons – maybe 14 and 17. They were an athletic-prone family. The husband was a phys-ed teacher/coach, the oldest son was into little league baseball, and the other son was a scratch golfer on the junior high team. I think the wife’s father had been a golf club pro. She was an Art teacher but she obviously had been athletically active for most of her life. She had a strong, compact body which now was probably twenty-five pounds overweight – mostly in her tummy, bottom, and high-hipped love handles. I judged her to be about 45.

I was halfway through the lawn-mowing chore when Dana (the athletically inclined wife next door) came out to get her yard chores done early too. I had noticed that she did almost all the yard and garden work around their house. The husband pruned a tree once and one of the sons sometimes mowed the lawn – otherwise Dana did it all. Their yard was nicely landscaped and well cared for.

When she came out we waved and shouted friendly “Hi’s”. On the occasions when we both were working outside I sensed a mutual respect for one another’s industry. Sometimes we’d stop and chat for a minute or two. This morning I went on cutting the grass. She seemed to be weeding, pruning, transplanting.

Just before I had finished the front yard and was ready to move to the back, Dana was struggling with a large container of lily plants. I shut down the mower and went to help. I offered in my friendly neighbor tone, “Wait a minute! Let me give you a lift. What do you want to do with this thing?”

“Oh! Thanks, Matt. I need to take it around back so I can clean it and replant it.”

“It seems too heavy to just carry back there.”

“Well, yeah, I thought I’d try to drag it back.”

“I’ll get my wheel barrow thing.” I left and returned with my yard cart. We slid-lifted the container onto the cart and took it around back.

“Oh! Thanks. That was really heavy.” As usual I studied her intently – hoping I was being discrete, but attracted by her pleasant charm and womanly features. Her facial skin had aged into premature wrinkles – probably from lots of sun exposure. Otherwise her face was average-attractive but totally absent of make-up. Her hair was thick, heavy, and mixed blond-gray. She always wore it the same – in a straight, long page boy to her shoulders with heavy bangs – sometimes held back with a ribbon. She went on, “You look really warm, would you like a cold beer or something?”

“Well, a glass of ice water would be good.”

She went inside and came out a few moments later with two glasses of ice water. We sat down in a couple of lawn chairs in the shade of some pine trees. “Thanks very much – this really hits the spot.” After a few sips, “I’ve seen you do some pretty heavy duty work in the yard but when you started moving that tub of lilies it just looked like too much to me.”

“I guess it was. I didn’t think it would be that heavy but we’ve had a lot of rain lately and the soil is saturated. Thanks for the help.” After a few more sips, “You two have landscaped beautifully; I love your patio arrangement. I was kind of sorry to lose the vacant lot but you’ve more than made up for the loss.”

“Thanks, but I’m just the grass cutter and dirt digger, Connie is the planter and nurturer. Are you the one who kept the grass on the vacant lot cut and the weeds subdued?”

“Mmmm hhmmm, well, the boys and I. Whenever they’re not playing in a game or practicing, I have them do the grass mowing.”

We chatted for ten or fifteen minutes. She talked mostly about the boys but very little about her husband. When he came up in the conversation she seemed to briefly “cloud over” and arranged for him to be dropped out. When we ranged into other subjects she again perked up and became more animated. I saw him around very little – he always seemed to be inside when she was out or off with one of the boys or just “off”. A mystery. Oh, well. None of our lives are perfect.

Dana wanted to know where we’d come from and what we had done before retiring and what we did now. While we talked I appraised like the veteran girl-watcher that I am. Her facial complection was out of sync with the rest of her visible body. Her visible body was limited to arms, hands, and legs from ankle to mid-thigh, and they looked her age. She was wearing the type of workout garb she always seemed to wear. Perhaps once, I vaguely remembered, I had seen her leave the house in a long, ankle length shapeless gathered skirt and some kind of shapeless top.

Her bostancı escort work garb consisted of sport socks and boots; latex, mid-thigh work-out/warm-up tights; and a baggy matching t-shirt or baggy short-sleeved sweatshirt – depending on the weather. I didn’t have to be a psych PhD to know that either Dana’s hormones were heavily laced with tom-boy stuff OR she was hiding a body that wasn’t up to her self-image standard. Probably both.

While I appraised I sensed that she too was appraising in a fashion. I was sensing an unusual, personal chemical reaction to Dana. I recognized the symptoms: I wanted to touch her, my throat felt a little tingly, and my groin felt faintly snuggly. What was the attraction? Well – her legs were well shaped and well toned although a little heavy, and the thighs looked strong, “comfortable” and full. Her hips and “love-handles” were fuller and higher than she probably would like and her breasts appeared to be very generous. As best I could tell they were the size of large grapefruits and moderately pendulant – they definitely were occupying a lot of space in her bulky t-shirt. Her tummy was pronounced – no flat abs here. In short, she wasn’t a sexual object I would seek out, but her body was firm and well toned – not flabby. Even though her legs, thighs, and breasts were very appealing in an earthy sense, it was that other “certain something” to which I was really reacting. That certain something?

These strong, inexplicable, sexual reactions had been rare for me. I could remember only three of four in my lifetime. I’ve never known for sure if they are entirely self-generated or whether they were triggered by an exchange of chemistry or aura with the other person. However, in those I could remember, it later turned out the other person had felt similar, unexplainable attractions. Not all these women were notably beautiful, but all the attractions were notably sexual. Chemistry? Pherimones?

Well. I had work to do. And I knew this “reaction” wasn’t likely to go anywhere so I would be wise to suppress it. “Dana, thanks for the life-saving water. I’d better get back to my grass.” For a moment I had a feeling Dana had sensed my overlong appraisal of her thighs and breasts. I hoped I hadn’t offended her.

Dana had a questioning look in her eyes, as though she wasn’t quite ready to end our little interlude. But then, “Right! Me too.” So off we went – back to our chores.

The next time we were working at the same time outside was just a few days later. In the hottest part of the summer I have to cut my Florida grass every four days. This time Dana was also cutting grass. In a fit of neighborly sociability I went inside and made some Gatorade. Connie was grocery shopping. I took the decanter and a couple of glasses out to our patio table and hailed Dana. She came around into our back yard and we sat down for a refreshing respite.

“Oh! This hits the spot. What is it?” She seemed to be in a good mood and more at ease than when we last had sat down together. We had chatted “over the fence” frequently and developed a relatively warm friendship since the tub-moving and ice water episode.

“Powdered Gatorade. You mix as much as you need. I put it in my water bottle when I play tennis in the summer time. Otherwise I’d run out of electrolytes.” I sensed that I felt nicely comfortable being with her.

Dana was wearing her usual garb except her t-shirt seemed a little tighter and thinner today. I tried not to pay attention to the compelling volume and shape of her breasts or the slight bulging under the T-shirt at the top of her bra where her breasts were trying to pour out of its snugness. We talked about our athletic prowess and laughed at my confessions of tennis booboo’s and total lack of golf skill. Once when we laughed, Dana put her hand on my arm and squeezed briefly. That certainly got my attention. I was getting those tinglings in my throat again – and the hint of cuddliness in the groin area. I was definitely attracted to her breasts and thought her upper thighs might be softly magnificent if I could ever see them without the mid-thigh warm-up tights; but, although physical attractions usually got my attention, I had never had these tingly feelings unless something else was in the air. Even though few people would call Dana “attractive”, she was pleasant looking. And she was very well endowed with the ancient personifications of fertility, of “sexual mother/female” characteristics.

A few moments later I made a humorous comment about a local politician who lived on our street and touched Dana’s arm as I laughed at my own joke. Before I could withdraw my hand she covered it lightly with hers – and we made eye contact. The eye contact seemed to have nothing to do with our laughing – it was something to do with the touch.

We both sensed an increase in the element of tension when Dana lightly squeezed my hand. Finally she broke the spell when she removed her hand and said, “I think I’d better get back to work.” Our eyes were still locked. She almost looked like she was ümraniye escort bayan trying to send a message – or maybe she was looking for a sign or reaction from me. I wondered if I was sensing more complication than actually existed. Perhaps.

I took my hand away, “Me too, but I was enjoying our… little time together.” Oh, oh! That slipped out. I hoped I hadn’t been too forward.

“I was too… but… It’s just that…” Our eyes were exchanging questioning messages again.

I interrupted, “You’re right…, we need to get our chores done.” Our real feelings weren’t being articulated – probably just as well.

We returned to our chores. I didn’t know whether she was offended or flattered by my attention, but the hand-touching and strange parting dialogue would suggest the latter.

A week or so went by without occasion for me to tease myself with little “Dana moments”. Dana and Connie both liked gardening and exchanged plants and advice from time to time, and the two of us would stop and chat for a while whenever we each were working outside; but it wasn’t until Dana and her husband bought their oldest son his first car that the next “Dana Moment” occurred. I joined the two of them in their driveway to “appraise and marvel”. Dana’s husband was cleaning up the car while Dana watched and I kidded around with the two of them. I was standing beside Dana and, in reaction to a humorous comment, put an arm around her shoulder and briefly hugged her to my side. She offered no resistance and covered my hand on her shoulder with hers for a moment. We exchanged eye contact. I knew I had used the “moment” as an excuse to hug her, but afterwards wondered if I’d been a bit too familiar under the circumstances. After all, I still had seen no clear sign that Dana shared my mysterious sense of chemistry. On the other hand… she had touched my hand and held it in place for a few moments.

A few days later Connie had gone to a luncheon meeting in Orlando to be followed by shopping and dinner with a friend. I spotted Dana working outside again. For a while I simply stood at the window and watched – mostly her breasts and legs and thighs – because today her work garb was very out of the ordinary. She was wearing a white jersey tank top and a pair of white short shorts. The shorts looked like they had fit her comfortably at a younger, slimmer time in her life – so now they were snug and shorter! They didn’t quite cover the bottom crease of her tush. Her thighs were strong and full and swelled to meet the generous bum and hips. Her breasts were well defined and decidedly generous in their pendulance. For some reason the bra wasn’t keeping them from swaying when she moved about and they didn’t seem to be bulging out at the top. I was in awe.

I concluded it must be time to cut my grass again so I put on some work clothes. I selected a pair of very short (and now too small) jersey knit shorts left over from racquetball days because ‘I thought they would be cooler’ to work in. Keeping cool was probably also why I decided not to wear undershorts. Oh my! I was fantasizing.

I had barely moved the lawn mower out of the garage when Dana waved and called out, “Can’t neglect the landscaping!” Had she been watching for me? Then she seemed to invite me over with, “Am I doing this right?” I wondered if she was simply being friendly because I knew she needed no gardening advice about pruning shrubbery, at least not from me.

I replied with a light-hearted, “Hey! I’m not the gardening expert in this house.” I walked over to her, “I saw you out here working and knew I shouldn’t let the grass get too long – so your diligence shook me loose and here I am.” Her smile was engaging and her eyes seemed to be looking for an answer to a question that hadn’t been asked.

“I need to trim these shrubs. If Connie is coming out to work a little maybe she can give me some guidance.”

“Connie’s not home.” At this disclosure Dana’s eyes and facial expression seemed to brighten, to be more interested.

“Oh. I guess I’ll just do it the way I always have then.” Spoken almost as though the subject hadn’t been important in the first place, as though other things were on her mind.

“I’m always surprised at how warm it is when I come out to work,” a general comment to move our conversation forward. What was on my mind hadn’t changed at all, and my eyes were busy roving from legs to breasts to thighs and back to her eyes. As my eyes roved I tried to be discrete but the newly exposed thighs and promising bit of cleavage above the neckline of the tank top were inspiring.

She looked down at her outfit in self-appraisal and said, “Whew, yeah. I just couldn’t bear putting on my regular work clothes today.” She obviously had been watching my eyes.

I felt like the kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Though a little distracted I managed to come up with, “You look much cooler than you usually do.”

“Well, I’m no bathing beauty… I feel more comfortable covered up, but today just seemed so warm.” Her voice lowered kartal escort then and became a little more intimate when she asked, “Do you think these shorts are… you know, too short?” She tugged in a token effort to cover more of her thighs and derriere – without success. The sudden intimacy reminded me of the little moment of hugging a few days ago. She had felt so good being so close.

My voice lowered as well when I answered, “Gosh no… you look good – and everything is… properly covered. Actually, you look very terrific. These clothes are more flattering than your usual work things.”

“You’re just being nice.” She looked almost shy for a moment.

“Well, no, uh, yeah! Well,… you know, but maybe I’m being a little too bold.” I thought I’d better relieve the building tension – give her a little space if she wanted it.

“Mm, maybe a little bold… but nice.” She smirked a little and her eyes flirted, “Like I said, I’m definitely no bathing beauty.”

“Dana, you… you’re attractive.” I was in uncharted territory, “You look so…” I hoped she wouldn’t be offended, my open mouth was doing it again.

“So… what?” Almost a whisper.

“So… feminine.”

“Maaattt… I…”

“I’ve said too much… I think I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

Dana squeezed my arm, “No… Thank you… that was very nice. I don’t often hear things like that.”

Our lowered, more intimate voice level seemed to change the way we were relating to one another. When peoples’ voices are at normal or higher pitch and the attitude or facade displayed is upbeat, the effect is to keep one another at a social “arms length”. Candor and intimacy are thus avoided. On the other hand, it seemed that her introduction of the lowered voice and a subject of relative candor created an intimacy between us.

Continuing with the softened, intimate voice I said, “Well, standing here flirting with my attractively feminine neighbor isn’t getting the grass cut. I guess I can’t avoid it indefinitely.” I touched her arm, “But… if you need help with anything,… you know, anything at all, call out.” I was slow to move away, hoping she’d stop me I suppose.

“Thanks…. Uhh,” she took a half-step closer to me and caught my hand as I was withdrawing it, “… do you have to get started… right away? I have some iced tea made – how about a glass before we go back to work?” She sounded as though she weren’t quite ready to return to her chore either… and she had moved so close. Pheromones?

I hesitated demurely. I liked Dana very much and preferred ogling and flirting, which I had really come out for, to cutting grass – and this new intimacy felt nice, really nice! “Sure, I’d like some.” I was getting that warm, cuddly feeling toward her. The soft voices, the closeness, and bit of touching made me feel huggy-feely – feeding my little fantasy that Dana might have similar urges. I squeezed her hand. She was so close it seemed like our bodies were exchanging sexual energy… and the tips of her breasts were just inches away… I imagined tiny bolts of electricity shooting into me from her nipples, going through my body and shooting back at her through the growing member in my cuddly groin. I was ignoring the inner voice of caution.

“Why don’t we go in out of the sun?” She squeezed back and tugged lightly to start us toward the back of her house. Our touchings and squeezings added a rich dimension of unspoken, intimate meaning to the closeness and lowered voices. I followed – watching her significant derriere shift back and forth, and peeking at the creases and curves of her exposed bottom cheeks as they shifted below the edge of the short shorts. Surprisingly, she had only a little cellulite in those generous upper thighs. When we were around at the side of the house she took my hand again – kind of playfully leading me to the back entrance for a moment before she reached for the door handle. My feeling of connection was growing quickly.

No one seemed to be home. Dana guided us into the family room and answered my unexpressed question, “Jay and the boys are in Jacksonville at a baseball playoff. They’ll be eating supper up there.” She put her hand on my shoulder and kind of stroked it momentarily suggesting, “Why don’t you relax on the sofa while I get the tea.”

“Um hmm.” As we began to part her hand slid from my shoulder and down my arm. I caught her hand at the end of the slide to give it a little squeeze commenting, “So you’ve got the day to yourself. Do you enjoy a quiet day alone once in a while? I know I do – Connie too. She’s in Orlando for the day so I’m also having a day to myself.”

She looked at me with a warm smile when I squeezed and then she raised an eyebrow when I mentioned that Connie was in Orlando. She turned toward the kitchen as she replied, “I always try to enjoy personal time… I get so little of it.” I took a seat in the middle of the sofa.

She got the things from the kitchen, set the glasses on the coffee table and poured the tea before sitting down. When she leaned over to pour, her considerable breasts hung down to test her bra and tank top – the bra seemed more loosely fastened today and just barely handled its job. The view of pendulant cleavage was breathtaking. She caught me looking. With a mischievous smirk, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! Men” was all she said.

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“Conner! Come on! Move that ass!”

Angelique adjusted her jean jacket over the orange sweater she was wearing.

“I’m coming. Calm down. I promise there will still be pumpkins left when we get there!” Conner jumped down the last three steps and landed by the front door.

“You’re a smart ass. I love Halloween, and I want this party to be perfect. You know that. Now, cooperate please!”

Angelique was a little stressed. Halloween was only a few days away, and so was her party. Each year her family hosted a huge bonfire. Friends, family, and acquaintances all would attend. This year, it was her turn to be the hostess, and she wasn’t sure she could handle the responsibility. Conner was her boyfriend of three years, and he knew how big of a deal this was.

“Yes Ma’am! Damn you’re bossy!” Conner grinned.

“Don’t you forget it.” Angel adopted a mock glare.

“Come here.” Conner opened his arms at the same time Angel stepped into his embrace.

“I just don’t want this party to be a flop.” She nuzzled his neck and buried her arms beneath his jacket.

“It won’t be. You’re a fun girl. You just need to relax. It’ll all work out.”

“You’re right. I’ll try.” She gave him an impish grin. “How about a kiss, just for good luck?”

“You’re so lucky I love you.” Conner tipped his head down and gave her a gentle kiss.

“I know I am.”

“Let’s go. Where to first, your highness?”

“The pumpkin patch. Then to the Halloween store. I need props, decorations, and a costume.”

“Let’s go then. Quit draggin’ your ass!” Connor bolted out the door, running to the car.

“You’re a shmuck!”

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Conner laughed as he stepped in front of the car.

“First one there’s an asshole!” Angel giggled as she slammed the front door shut behind her.

~*~*~

“THAT ONE! I need that one!” Angel jumped up and down as she pointed at a huge pumpkin.

“What? I’ll get a hernia lifting that fucker!”

“Come on! Conner, I need it. Please!?”

Conner huffed in frustration, then obediently bent to hoist the pumpkin. He swore it weighed three hundred pounds as he loaded it into the back of his pick up.

“I get a back rub when we get home.”

“You’ll get more than a back rub if you get that one too!” Angel giggled and clapped in excitement at the huge pumpkins she’d spotted. So early in the day there weren’t many people there, and they pretty much had the run of the place.

“Damn right I will.” Conner bent and scooped the second gigantic pumpkin she pointed at.

“Oh, just think how fun it’ll be to get your beer out of that. You can say you picked it!”

“My beer out of it?”

“Yeah! Didn’t I tell you? I saw an ad in a magazine where they had a pumpkin hollowed out, filled with ice, with beverages in it.” Angel grinned, and it lit up her whole face.

“These people better drink every last goddamn beer out of these bastard pumpkins.” Conner groaned as he hoisted the second monstrosity into his truck.

“Such language. OH! That one too!” Angel ran forward, pointing and laughing.

“Holy god.” Conner rolled his eyes, and followed in Angel’s wake.

~*~*~

“Honey, will you grab a cart?” Angel grinned at an exhausted Conner.

“I’d love to.” He replied sarcastically.

“I figured you would.”

Angel stripped off her jean jacket and laid it in the cart Conner brought forward, and headed off to shop.

“What about these cauldrons? They’ll be good to hold the over flow of beer. I figure we can line the sides of the patio and alternate pumpkins and cauldrons. That’ll be too cute!”

Angel placed six big plastic cauldrons in the cart, then moved ahead. She added window clings of ghosts, skulls, and bats. Next came wall clings of sewers and rats, dungeon bars, and bat border. Signs that read ‘Morgue’, ‘Dungeon’, and ‘Haunted House’ followed next.

A headless man holding a knife and it’s own head followed next. When you bumped it, it moved. Angel added a cat that was voice activated next. It meowed, it’s back arched, and its tail puffed out. Several other decorations were thrown haphazardly into the already overloaded cart.

“Okay! I need a costume.” Angel rounded the corner, and picked out a few to try on.

“You’re not going to try on all of them, are you?” Conner sighed, leaning onto the handle of the cart.

“Nope. Only half.” Angel grinned as she headed off to the dressing rooms.

Conner rolled the cart forward, leaning against the wall for support as he waited.

Six costumes followed, some were a definite no, others were a possible maybe.

Conner was gazing off into no where, when a sharp thud brought his attention back to the dressing room. In the doorway stood Angel, in a thigh length plastic dress that zipped up. A police badge was on one side of the chest, a hat sat on her head, and an obscene amount of cleavage showed. As Conner’s eyes drifted down, an obscene amount of leg and ass showed as well.

In one of her hands, a pair of handcuffs dangled, and in the other, a night stick rested, kartal escort poised for a beating.

“Holy shit.” Conner’s eyes widened.

“Do you like this one?” Angel turned in a circle, then stopped at the side, sticking her ass out and wiggling it in an oh-so-tempting way.

“I… I.. Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Angel turned and disappeared behind the curtain.

Conner gulped and reached to adjust his hardening cock within the confines of his pants.

After a few more naughty costumes, Angel switched to normal, appropriate ones. She finally decided on the ‘beauty pirate.’

“What about this? I like this one the best. Modest enough for the oldies that’ll be there, but racy enough to be sexy.” Angel stepped through the curtain, and Conner’s jaw slackened.

“That one is perfect. You’re absolutely right.”

Conner’s eyes slid the length of Angel’s frame. One side of the black skirt ended at mid thigh, the other ended at her ankle. The edge was ragged and looked torn. Her shoulders were bare, with big white loose sleeves encompassing her arms. The main part of the shirt was black, and the front laced up over red and white striped material. A red and white striped sarong hung around her waist, and a matching strip of material was wrapped around her forehead.

“That is awesome. I love that.”

“Good! I love it too!” Angel leapt out of the dressing room and landed at his side, snuggling up against him to kiss him on the cheek.

“See? Wasn’t today worthwhile?” She batted her eyelashes.

“Definitely.” Conner bent slightly and kissed the tip of her nose.

~*~*~

The crisp fall air snapped around the couple as they headed up the sidewalk to their house. Angel and Conner both had their arms full, carting in the goodies. They agreed that the pumpkins could stay in the truck, and he’d get them out later. Once he’d ‘rested’ his back.

“I forgot a few things. Dammit to hell. I’ll go get it later though. I am beat.”

Conner’s head swiveled around in disbelief. Angel had a devilish grin on her face. Her sentence was meant to get his goat. And she succeeded.

“You’re vicious lady. All the help I give you, and you’re a mean ass.” Conner shook his head sadly.

“Oh you big baby. I am not. Wait ’til later, and I’ll show you some appreciation.” Angel’s smile promised a fun evening.

“Yay! I love helping you get ready for your Halloween party!” Conner turned obnoxious in his enthusiasm, and Angel rolled her eyes as she went to put things where they needed to go.

A couple hours later, Angel screamed. Conner tore down the stairs, frantically rushing to her side.

“What is it? Baby, what’s wrong?” He panted, catching hold of her arms.

The newspaper slipped from her fingertips.

“Trick or Treat is tonight.”

Conner’s mouth dropped open, and his hands fell from Angel’s arms.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“NO! We have no candy! No nothing! The trickery is about to begin, and we’re totally unprepared! This is ridiculous!” Angel huffed, arms crossing over her chest.

“You screamed bloody murder. I thought there was an intruder or something! You scared the shit out of me! So I’m sorry if I’m not totally concerned with the lack of sugar for the mongrel children.” Conner was angry- he had really thought there was something wrong. His heart was still thudding wildly in his chest.

“Okay, so the scream was a bit overdone, but still. I’m running to the store. I’ll be back.” Angel left a quick kiss on Conner’s cheek and took off out the door.

An hour later, the couple was seated on the front porch. Pumpkins lined each side of the cement stairs leading up to it, and the black-light bulbs that Angel had placed in the light fixtures above them glowed an eerie blue. It wasn’t completely dark yet, but it would be soon.

Conner leaned back against one of the giant pumpkins, and sipped beer from a plastic cup in the shape of a pumpkin. Angel leaned forward in anticipation, glancing down the street, watching for the first Trick Or Treater’s. Her own plastic cup held a wine cooler. She took a few swigs, then put the cup back down. She was almost too excited to sit still.

“You act like a child, ya know that?” Conner laughed as he watched her wriggle around.

Her only reply was the sticking out of her tongue.

“Don’t get it out unless you intend to use it.”

“Pervert.” Angel turned her head to hide the grin.

“You love it. I’m your favorite.” Conner scooted closer to her, grabbing the blanket they’d brought out with them.

“You’re right.” Angel caught one end of the blanket and draped it across her lap. Conner did the same.

So they sat and drank, and waited for the children to arrive. And they soon did. There was a burst of activity right at the beginning, but it dwindled off pretty quickly.

“That was cheap. Look at all this candy!” Angel spoke once the last child in the group ran down the steps.

“Yeah, but we’ve also got another hour and fifteen minutes of this shit.”

“Poor you.” Angel leaned maltepe escort bayan closer, snuggling against his shoulder. She wrapped her oversized sweater tighter around her frame, and sighed happily.

Conner lifted his arm and put it around Angel’s shoulders, giving her a squeeze. And he got an idea. He moved his free arm, bringing it under the blanket, letting his hand rest on Angel’s thigh. She smiled at him then glanced back to the street.

Another round of kids came up, and the next half hour was a flurry of movement as what seemed like every child for 50 miles came to their doorstep. Finally, there was another break.

Conner started moving his hand across Angel’s thigh, in a seemingly sweet, warm gesture. She again smiled at him, and leaned back against his chest. Her eyes fell shut, and she relaxed into Conner’s warmth.

He glanced down the street, making sure no children were coming, and he slowly inched his hand higher, stroking her thigh all the while. Angel squirmed slightly, and her legs parted somewhat. He kept his hand a little above mid-thigh, so not to alert her to his plans.

Angel sighed, snuggling back against him more, and his free arm came to wrap around her. Unbeknownst to her, he was trying to figure out how to get his hand inside her sweater. Conner again glanced around, looking for ghosts and goblins. Seeing none, he inched his hand higher on her thigh. She squirmed again, but said nothing. Finally, he worked his hand inside her sweater, then up her shirt, his fingers playing lightly across her stomach. Still Angel made no attempt to protest. Conner smiled against her hair.

“I’d have to say that Halloween is my favorite holiday. It’s all about fun. Yeah, Christmas is fun, but its all about Santa and presents. Halloween has no icon, and you don’t get gifts. You just dress up, pig out on candy, and scare the shit out of people.” If possible, she got even closer as she spoke.

“Yeah, you’re right. That makes sense.” As Conner spoke, he inched his hand towards her breasts.

“I was always sad we lived in the country. All I ever wanted to do was dress up and hand out candy.” Angel sighed.

“You’re not dressed up tonight.” Conner pointed out, at the same moment his fingers came in contact with the bottom of her bra.

“Well no. Dressing up wasn’t a prerequisite. Had I had more..” Angel’s breath caught as she felt Conner’s finger slip beneath her bra, brushing back and forth across a rapidly hardening nipple. But she managed to finish her thought. “Had I more time, I would have dressed up. But… this is… nice… too.”

Conner grinned at her halting speech. He cheerfully added, “Well, I could have gone to get the candy while you got into costume. Ya didn’t think that far ahead didja?”

“Well, no I didn’t. But just sitting out here with you is a treat. Regardless what I’m…. wearing…” Angel trailed off. Conner’s hand had pushed the cup of her bra completely off her breast, and his hand cradled it, squeezing gently.

Conner rested his lips at her ear. “Or what you’re about to not be wearing, right?”

“Right.” Angel licked her lips.

In the dim light, Conner moved quickly, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. It was a team effort, and they managed to get it off in record time. Conner tucked the offending garment behind them on the step, and his hand went back to her chest.

“Conner, just what do you think you’re doing?” Angel asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Nothing. Just being…. friendly.” He grinned.

“I’d say so.”

His fingers and hand went back to their explorations, and Angel wiggled slightly. Her back arched a little, loving the feel of his work-roughened hands on her. She’d gotten so caught up in the gentle pinch and pull of his fingers, that she almost didn’t realize he was unbuttoning and unzipping her pants.

“Conner, we’re on the front porch.” Angel started to wriggle away, but his hands stopped her.

“Yes, but you’re under the blanket, there isn’t anyone around, so…”

“The other people passing out candy.” She spoke, her voice protesting hesitantly.

“They’ll never know. Just relax. I’ll stop when more trick or treater’s are headed this way.” He dipped his hand quickly inside her jeans and panties, and she shrieked at the coldness of his fingers.

“Wow, your hand is cold!”

“All the more reason for me to warm it up.” Conner grinned as his fingers slipped between her lips, feeling the moisture that had already gathered there. “Ha, and you wanted me to stop.”

“Just because… of… the people.” Angel smiled as she tipped her head back, leaning it on his shoulder once more. Her legs parted a little wider, and his fingers delved deeper.

“Don’t worry. Like I said, I’ll stop.” Conner’s lips found the pulse in her neck, and his tongue darted out to taste her skin. He kissed and nibbled gently, all the while his fingers probed and stroked her most sensitive flesh.

“Conner…” Angel turned her head to him, and his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue lapped at her lips, and she escort pendik opened them hungrily. Angel’s tongue met his as it thrust into her mouth, mimicking what he’d rather be doing. She moaned, and he met it with one of his own. His fingers slid easily upward, zeroing in on her clit. She jerked as his fingers found it then began circling it, molding the swollen nub.

He tore his mouth from hers, sensing she was about to cum, and he wanted to hear her whimpers without his lips muffling it.

“Come on baby, cum for me… that’s it, just a little more…” His fingers moved quicker, and she pushed against him as her hips lifted up from the step.

“Oh, god, Conner, please…”

“I know, almost there baby… cum-” A movement out of the corner of his eye made him jerk his hand out of her pants and reach for the candy bowl.

“What the f-” Angel was cut off as she saw their neighbors heading their way.

“Easy baby. Just a little longer.” Conner shifted uncomfortably. His cock was straining against the fly of his jeans, and he was grateful for the cover of the blanket.

The couple headed up the sidewalk. They were around the same age as Conner and Angel, but they had never really spent much time getting to know each other. Why they felt the need to do that now… Conner glanced over at Angel and noticed the telltale flush of her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. Her blonde hair was slightly rumpled, and not from the wind. All in all, she looked like a woman that was in the middle of a romp and got interrupted. The thought made him smile.

“Hi you guys.” The woman spoke as they came to a stop in front of Angel and Conner.

“Hey Becky, Hi Dave. Are you guys enjoying the evening?” Angel shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh yeah. I forgot what night it was so I had to send Dave out for candy. We’re fresh out though.”

“Same here. Except I tend to over do things, so we aren’t out. Yet anyway.”

The men started talking football while the women talked Halloween.

“Hey, I’m having a party Saturday, I’d love it if you guys would come. There probably wont be much time to get to know each other, but it would be a start.”

“That would be great. This neighborhood is full of old people, isn’t it?” Becky laughed.

“It sure is. It’s nice to have some people our own age wandering around. Sorry we haven’t done much to be neighborly.” Angel really felt bad, but their new friends could have timed it better.

“Same here. Well, we just wanted to come say hi while there was a break in the kids. Enjoy your evening. We’ll see you guys Saturday!”

Becky and Dave headed back home, turning to wave as they entered their house.

“Nice people.” Conner spoke.

Unfortunately, Angel wasn’t in such a happy mood. She happened to catch his smile as he turned away, attempting to hide it.

“Get that goddamn smile of your face.” She snapped.

It only served to make his face break into a full fledged grin.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He smiled some more.

Meanwhile, across the street, Becky spoke to her husband.

“Do you think he was doing what I think he was doing?”

“I think he was. I think we chose a bad time to do a meet and greet.” Dave laughed.

“No such thing. Do you think they would be interested..?”

“We shall see, my darling, we shall see.”

The rest of the trickery time went quickly, even thought it felt like hours. At last it was done, and there was only a handful of candy left. The couple stood to head back inside, and Angel realized that, number one, her pants were undone, and two, her bra was on the step behind her. Her eyes flew open and she turned and ran into the house, slamming the door behind her, inadvertently slamming it in Conner’s face. She heard his laughter as he opened the door.

“Forget something, my love?” He leaned back against the doorjamb and held out one hand. Her black lacy bra dangled from his fingertip.

She stepped forward and snatched it from him. “Very cute.” She turned on her heel to stomp away, and felt her arm in a viselike grip. “What th-”

Conner spun her around and her back thudded against the door. Angel gasped as he shoved her jeans roughly down her legs, tossing her bra to the side.

“What are you-” Her question was muffled by his lips crushing her own, and she forgot what she was trying to say.

Conner slipped his hand between them and found her clit again. She bucked up against his hand, and moaned into his mouth.

“Come on.” Conner stepped away and half carried, half dragged her with her pants around her ankles to the couch. He bent her over the back of it, and Angel spread her legs and got up onto her toes. Conner made quick work of his jeans, shucking them down just far enough to get his cock free.

With one hand on her hip and the other guiding him, he shoved into Angel quickly. She jerked forward even as she whimpered, leaning her upper body even further over the couch. Conner grabbed her hips and steadied her as he thrust. Her pussy was more than wet, and he groaned as his cock slipped in and out of her hot sheath. Angel lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, and Conner sighed as the angle changed. He moved one hand under her leg and rested the heel of his hand on her clit. Each thrust rocked her against him, and she was squirming in no time.

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