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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday

Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

Revelation: 7 – Wednesday

Revelation: 8 – Thursday

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Preface: There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened. Please read the chapter entitled Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

The remaining 3 chapters; Revelation: 9a – Friday (Karen), Revelation: 9b – Friday (Ken), and Revelation: 9c – Friday (Jill) may be read in any order you choose.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

6:15 a.m.! Here I stand with coffee in hand watching Karen swim laps in the pool thinking that I have to find a way to make that woman learn the joys of sleeping in! I stood there drinking my coffee watching her and thinking how good her form was as she stroked up and down the pool.

I finished my coffee, put my coffee mug down, walked over to the pool and, taking a deep breath, dove in. What the hell, I needed the exercise and I also needed to earn some points with Karen because I knew that shortly we were going to have a ‘talk’ and while I wasn’t too worried about it I wasn’t looking forward to it either.

When I hit the water Karen stopped swimming and looked over in surprise. When I surfaced I grinned at her, winked and started to swim some laps. For the next 20 minutes or so we swam laps, she swimming up the pool while I swam down. My lack of exercise over the past week or two was having its effect and I found myself beginning to tire. I decided that I had had enough.

When Karen realized that I had quit she swam up next to me and said, “Okay, Pudgy, let’s go, three laps. Loser has to buy breakfast,” and without waiting she took off.

Three laps! My wife is devious! She knows that I can take her in one lap and two laps gives her a 50-50 chance of winning but three laps throws the race to her.

We sat quietly drying off and sipping coffee. Surprisingly Karen was not ragging on me about her three-body length win.

“Ken, I love you.”

Oh, oh, start of ‘the talk’!”

“I love you too, Babe.”

A long pause.

“I got jealous yesterday.”

“You? Jealous? Of what? Of me?”

Where was this going?

“I don’t know. For some reason I just felt jealous when you went back to the house and never called me like you were supposed to. I figured that you were playing games with Ann and maybe even Sarah and Kali and for some reason I got jealous.”

Not at all what I was expecting but never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I could be magnanimous.

“Babe, I’m sorry I didn’t call. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel jealous. As to playing games, yeah, Ann and I had a little fun. After everything that has happened over the past week or two it never entered my mind that you would have a problem with that.”

“That’s what’s bothering me. Up until yesterday I wouldn’t have minded. I don’t know why I felt like that. I mean I’ve been okay with you fucking other women until yesterday. Why did I feel like that?”

“I’m not sure. Do you feel that way now?”

“No, not really. Oh I mean I would have liked to be there with you but right now am I jealous of you having sex with Ann? No. Not really!”

“Good. I don’t want you to be jealous or to feel hurt or left out.” I sat and thought for a few minutes. “You know, maybe we are both kinda taking each other a bit too much for granted. I think we probably need to be a bit more considerate of each other and to have some time to ourselves. You know that I love you more than I ever have. I will never do anything that makes you doubt how much I love you. What do you want me to do?”

Karen didn’t answer me but slid over and put her arms around me and hugged me. I put my arms around her and hugged her back. We just sat there like that for a long time. Karen had her head nestled up against my chest and after a bit very softly said, “Would you be mad with me if I told you I wanted to have sex with another man?”

That question stopped me for a minute. I didn’t immediately respond because I didn’t know how to respond. Guys, there are questions and then there are questions! For some questions there are no right answers. Period! Give it up, say what your thinking and take the heat.

For other questions, usually the ones that seem to have a very obvious answer, you have to be very, very careful of your answer. While not a confirmed law these questions can usually be answered successfully be choosing the apparently WRONG answer.

However, the most insidious questions are those that require that you get inside of the mind of the woman asking them to figure out what answer she wants. In almost every case you will answer wrong! pendik escort This just could be one of the later.

While I was trying to figure out the answer Karen pulled her head off my shoulder and looked up at me. “Did you hear what I asked?”

No time to figure this one out, I was just going to have to go with my gut on this one! I looked down at her and smiled. “I heard. No, I won’t be mad with you. Is there some specific guy you want to have sex with?”

“No.”

“You just want some strange cock?”

“I guess I just want to know if other men find me sexy.”

“Oh!” I paused. “Well then, I guess we are just going to set your mind at ease and get you fucked.

Karen looked at me in surprise. “We are?”

“Yup!”

“When?”

“How about today.”

She smiled broadly. “Wow, that was easy. You really don’t mind?”

“If you had some specific guy in mind, I might be a little jealous. But, since you just need to be reassured that you are a very beautiful, very sexy lady who just happens to be the best lover a guy could have, I have no problem with you wanting some strange cock.”

“Oh, wow. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” She stood up and took my hand and tugged at me. I looked up and she nodded toward a lounger and said, “Wanna fuck?”

“Right here, right now?”

“Why not?”

“What about Julie?”

“So what, we’re married! Besides, I don’t get the impression that she is an early riser and she might just like watching.”

“That old exhibitionist gene is kicking in again, huh?”

She laughed, stood up and began taking off her suit. When she was naked she walked over and knelt down on a lounger. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “Come on Studley, I want your cock in me.”

I laughed, got up, dropped my suit and taking my cock in my hand walked over and stepped up to the lounger and slowly inserted my cock into Karen’s pussy.

“Oh, shit, that feels so good. Take it real slow and easy I want to be teased.”

I concentrated on doing just what she wanted. As slowly as I could I would pull back until my cock was completely out of her and then slowly reinsert it feeling how her pussy lips became more swollen as her passion built. She was definitely hot. Her pussy felt like a furnace and as she became more excited her pussy lips swelled up even more. Each time I pulled out she would sigh and when I reinserted my cock she would take a deep breath.

We fucked like that for a few minutes then she started to push her ass back to meet my thrusts. “Don’t take it out anymore, fuck me harder. I wanna cum.”

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“In me. I want to know that your cum is in me when I fuck this other guy.”

I started to move faster and harder. I was concentrating on Karen when suddenly; out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a movement by the patio doors. Without turning my head I tried to see who it was but the angle was just enough that I could not make it out clearly with my peripheral vision.

At that moment I didn’t much care, I could feel my climax approaching and I gave that all my attention. I slammed into Karen and began to unload into her. I was almost finished cummin when I felt her climax start and, as is always the case with her, her pussy contracted on me and squeezed as it pulsed with her orgasm.

Karen dropped her head down onto the lounger. With my cock still in her I slumped down over her back and kissed her neck. I remained in her as I felt the final contractions from her pussy. I casually turned my head toward the patio doors but now didn’t see anyone. I wondered if it was Julie watching us and she just stepped back where I could not see her. I hoped so!

As I began to shrink I pulled out and looked around for something to clean myself with. Karen raised her head and said, “Come here. I want to clean you off.”

Smiling I walked up and stood next to her. She moved off her knees and sat down with her legs folded under her and reached up and took hold of my soft cock and pulled me toward her while leaning down and taking me in her mouth.

I love the way she softly and lovingly cleans me. I closed my eyes and stood there thinking that I might just be able to get hard again and would she like to have some cum in her tummy and her pussy when I heard a sound at me side.

Startled I jumped and turned my head to find my mother standing there with her hands on her hips and a look on her face that I can only describe as irritated, if not angry.

“This is your definition of ‘discretion’? What in the hell are you two doing? Didn’t I tell you to be discrete? Here you two are standing out in the open fucking and sucking like two horny teenagers.”

“Mom, I…”

“Shut up! Get the hell in the house right now. And, in case you haven’t noticed I’m pissed.”

I noticed, I noticed and so did Karen. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry but…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’ll talk to you later. Now, go get dressed and out of here and do what you have been told to do. I escort pendik don’t want to see you two until much later tonight and then we WILL talk.” With that she turned and went back into the house.

Deciding that it would be in our best interests to follow her instructions we went back to the pool house, showered and dressed.

“I’ve never seen your mother when she was pissed and I don’t want to ever again.”

“Not something I want to deal with either. Why don’t we just get the hell out of here and let her cool down?”

We slipped out the side door of the pool house and down the path to the gate and then to the carriage house. We slipped into the ‘vette and headed out.

Since 7:30 a.m. was still too early to make our stops and since we were both hungry from the swim and the sex we decided to get some breakfast.

Over breakfast we went over our itinerary for the day. First, since it was still too early to expect the attorney’s office or architect’s office to be open we decided to stop by Karen’s office and then mine and submit our resignations. By that time Claire’s office should be open and we could see what our attorney says about our business plans. Next we would go to the architects to get the plans for the new additions. Last and by no means least, we were going to see that my wife finds some nice young man who will fuck her.

Karen was in complete agreement with everything on the agenda, especially the last point. I could not get over the fact that Karen was acting almost like a tennie bopper thinking about going out on a date – she was almost giddy!

We stopped by our offices and gave our notices. Karen was fortunate in that since she had no long term projects ongoing and her vacation replacement was already at work and looking for full-time, she could terminate her employment effective COB today.

Because of some existing projects I could only terminate my employment at the end of next week unless I could get my projects turned over earlier. At each of our offices we said our goodbyes, exchanged email addresses and phone numbers and made arrangements to get together with those people we truly liked and wanted to keep in contact with.

It was now about 10:30 so we headed over to the law offices of Pace and Pace Attorneys At Law.

What Kate didn’t tell us was that Pace and Pace Attorneys at Law consisted of only two attorneys, Claire and her mother Martha. When we arrived and were greeted by the receptionist we learned that while Claire was expecting us she had been delayed and would not be in until later in the day and that her mother was currently out of town.

The receptionist told us that if we agreed both Claire and Martha would come by Kate’s house on Saturday and sit down and discuss everything then. We had the receptionist call Kate and explained the situation directly to her. Kate was happy with the change in plans and suggested that we meet at 1:00 P.M.

Very conveniently the architects office was in the same building. We picked up a package that evidently contained all of the drawings and blueprints for Kate.

“Kenny, it’s coming up on lunch time. What say we get some lunch or maybe even takeout and head over to our house and eat lunch there? If Sarah hasn’t done so we can open it up and let it air out a bit. And we can begin making a list of what we want to move to Mom’s, what we want to put in storage and what we will leave in the house for the renter.”

“How about Correa’s? We could swing over and see what Joao has on the grill. It’s been a couple of weeks since we had had some good Portuguese home cooking and I think you might like to say hello to Maria Helena, eh?”

Both Karen and I have developed a love of good Portuguese food. We both have a passion for black bean soup and feijoada – especially since Joao makes his own linguica. Correa’s is one of those quiet little places that you almost never notice on your own until somebody tells you about it and then you wonder how you ever got along without it.

It was only a little over a year ago that we stumbled on Correa’s. Until that time neither of us had ever had Portuguese cooking. After that time Correa’s became our favorite restaurant and there were times when we either ate in or got takeout 3 or 4 times in a week!

“Olá Ken, Ola Karen, como são você?”

“Somos bem. Você é belo, como sempre Maria!

I looked at Karen, when did she learn to speak Portuguese?

Maria Helena grinned at us and smiling broadly at Karen, walked over and gave her a peck on each cheek and did they girly hug thingy but maybe with a bit more contact than is “normal.” Karen and Maria Helena had begun flirting with each other almost from the very first time we came in and each time we’ve come in since they continue subtly flirting with each other. I know that the two of them would love to get together sometime but the timing just never seemed quire right.

Maria Helena is the oldest daughter of Joao Correa. With the death of her mother several years ago, Maria Helena pendik escort bayan took her mother’s place in the restaurant. Joao is the heart of Correa’s Restaurante, Maria Helena is the soul.

An absolutely stunning lady, maybe in her mid 30’s, Maria Helena has the blackest hair and darkest eyes of any woman I know. Slim, with a body that even under a dirty apron will cause a man to catch his breath and dream about seeing naked. I guess the only way to accurately describe her is to say she is delicious looking. I knew that given the chance Karen would love to spend time finding out just how delicious Maria Helena is. Hell, I’d love to find out too!

She looked at me and winked. I winked back. We did the cheek kissy thing but without the close contact that she and Karen had shared and as I turned to walk down the counter to say hello to Joao I heard Karen say, “Maria, we are having a girls only pool party at my mother’s on Sunday to welcome home Ken’s aunt. I’d love for you to come. I think you would have a good time.”

Maria looked at Karen and smiled. The look that passed between the two told me that this was the opening gambit in a game that the two of them would soon be playing.

“I think that I can be free on Sunday. I’d love to come….to your pool party.”

While Karen gave Maria Kate’s address and some very sexy soft looks, I grinned and shook my head and walked down the aisle, picked up the wine and chatted with Joao while he cooked our food.

When our order was ready and we were leaving, the kissy hug they shared was a bit more intimate and the smiles of the two of them were a bit bigger.

When we had our food and were on our way home I looked at Karen and laughed. “Well, looks like you’ll have a good time on Sunday.”

“You know how much I love to eat Portuguese. I think I will have a very good time on Sunday.”

She will, I know she will!

We opened the house and took the food and wine out and ate on the patio. After we stuffed ourselves and were sipping the last of our Marquês de Marialva wine Karen looked over at me and said, “I have the solution to our problem.”

“What problem?”

“I know who we can rent the house to.”

“Who?”

“Sarah!”

Now why in the hell didn’t I think of that? Perfect! We would have somebody we knew and trusted and Sarah could begin to have a little freedom and since we didn’t need to worry about the money, we could make it easy on her and she could put some money in the bank. Perfect!

“You want to tell her, or shall I?

“You plan on seeing her on Sunday right?”

“Yeah, if your okay with that.”

“Sarah would hunt me down and cut off my tits if I objected. That girl is looking forward to getting fucked with you being the fucker and her being the fuckee. I have no problem with you being her first but, if you can get her to agree, I want you to tape it.”

“Okay, I’ll ask her. I think she might agree. But, look; before we offer the house to Sarah it might be a good idea if we clear it with Helen and Frank first. I know that she is 18 but if Frank and Helen object than we could be causing problems for all of us.

Karen started to stand up, “I’ll call Helen and tell her we’re coming down to talk to her.”

“No, it can wait until we come back.”

“Come back? From where?”

“Carter’s!”

“Carter’s. We are going to Carter’s? What a great idea! It’ll be like a smorgasbord of cocks! Wow! I’m ready, let’s go!”

Laughing at her exuberance we cleaned up our mess, closed and locked the house and were shortly on the road to Carter’s nude beach. Carter’s is normally a 2-hour trip from Kate’s and a 1½-hour trip from our house but if I push it a little I can shave 30 minutes off that.

I called ahead and let Georgia know we were on our way and also to see what trailers and cabins were open for rental. Since all the trailers were occupied I reserved a cabin.

Carter’s is a discreet nudist camp with a private beach. The camp is divided into two separate areas, one for families and one for adults only. They have a regular clientele that spends anywhere from one day to the whole summer at the camp. Even during the week the adults’ only side is usually pretty well occupied. Karen should have no problem finding what she is looking for.

Their accommodations include areas of pads for campers and motor homes and on-site rental trailers and cabins some of which are held open for the last-minute one-day, two-day and long weekend campers who show up without reservations. These cabins are known as the ‘love cabins’ for people who show up and make a connection and need a place to have a little fun away from the wife or hubby or kids.

The cabins run the gamut from some that are quite spacious having up to 4 bedrooms all the way to others that are nicely furnished single rooms with a sleeper sofa and a separate bathroom. These are the ones that are kept in reserve for last minute rentals.

“Why’d you rent a cabin?”

“When you find the guy or guys you want to have sex with I thought you might like to have some privacy and comfort. I mean you could fuck him right there on the beach or take him up on the hill and maybe find some privacy but I wanted you to have the option.”

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She took my hand in hers as we walked. “You are gonna love my mom. She is just like me, but twenty-two years older. She still has dirty blonde hair, nice melons, and can be sweet when she wants to be.”

“Really, are her hooters bigger?” I pondered, getting front of her.

“Yes, smartass,” she replied, taking my other hand and looking into my green eyes. “She is just the most important person in the world to me. I just really want both of you to like each other, that’s all. We’ve been seeing each other for over a year now and she doesn’t come out this way very often. I’m sure she’ll love your black hair and charming personality, but be on your toes.”

“I understand,” I mentioned before I kissed her. “I’ll give her the full charm, sound good?”

She nodded as she broke eye contact. “Sometimes she comes down hard on my boyfriends, that’s why I waited until we were serious. I love her to death, but she has been a pain in the ass in this department before.”

I took in a deep breath and hugged her. “I’ll be prepared, Rashida, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she added, letting go of me. “I’m just warning you: she is the sexiest, but sharpest shark you’ll ever set your eyes on. She’ll grill you a little bit, but remember: you are the second most important person to me.”

“That’s why I bought you the ring.”

“Tell you what, you make it through this dinner with her liking you,” she said, coming towards my right ear, “and I’ll give you a blow job on the way home, maybe I’ll even let you cum in my mouth,” she whispered.

I cheesed and shook a bit as she brought her head back. “The most important factor we just have to make her understand is: we love each other.”

I broke eye contact and took a deep breath.

“What?”

I glanced back at her. “Does she know that we’re living together and, you know?”

“Having sex, Ladon?”

“Yes.”

“I haven’t give her any details, but yes, she knows the deed has been done quite a few times. Don’t worry, she isn’t traditional like that, she is just my mom. I can’t say this will be easy, but let’s just get through it,” she explained before she felt my crotch. “Then I’ll take out my hard friend, and I’ll let him right into my mouth. I’ll even do it naked if you want me to.”

“Is that a promise?”

“What do you think?” she pondered before she smooched my cheek. “If you are really lucky, I may even take you into the women’s room and make you feel good in one of the stalls. She is just a character, but it is part of her personality. If I need to, I’ll insert myself into it if things get weird.”

“Okay.”

We walked into the seating area as we held hands and I cheesed the whole time.

‘Wow, I picked the right lady: willing to give me head on the way back and maybe even in the bathroom. I wonder if I might ask her tonight. I mean with her mom there, it might be perfect. Although, even though she isn’t traditional, it still might be a good idea to ask for her blessing to propose.’

“Oh, there she is,” she pointed out before she hurried us both over.

‘Holy shit, she has her hooters off the leash,’ I thought, shaking a little bit. ‘And they are bigger.’

“Hello, Mom, this is Ladon, my serious boyfriend,” Rashida introduced me, sitting down next to her.

I stayed up and glanced at her. “Hello, Mrs. Chimstim, I’m Ladon,” I greeted her, putting my hand out over the table.

She sat there for a few seconds and peeked at my hand.

Then she looked at me. “With due respect, Ladon, fuck your handshake,” she said before she got up and came to me. “I’m a hugger,” she informed me before she wrapped her arms around me.

My eyes were widened for a moment as I peeked at Rashida. “What the hell?” I mouthed, hugging her mom back.

“She is my mom, dude,” she mouthed back, shrugging her shoulders and smiling.

‘Fuck, I have a major hard on now. Holy shit, this is gonna be a fucked up dinner, but her boobs are spectacular.’

We let go of each other and I sat down across from her. Rashida blindly found my hand and took it hers. Even as she did that, my eyes were glued to the giant pair of tits that were begging to pop our of her mom’s dress.

“I’m Roxanne by the way, Ladon. You must be the one that’s been living with my daughter for the past year.”

I bit my lip for a moment. ‘Fuck, it is cool in here, but I’m sweating bullets.’

“Anyone in there, Ladon?” Roxanne wondered waving her hand. “Are the lights just on with no one home?”

“Yes, that’s me, Roxanne.”

She nodded and smiled. “Good, it is nice to meet you finally, nervous, but kind man. I can certainly tell that you are tense, but don’t worry, I won’t grill you,” she laughed. “She told you I would, didn’t she? Don’t worry, you can tell me. Just blink once for ‘Yes.’.”

I glanced at Rashida and she grinned.

“Yes she did, Roxanne.”

“That wasn’t nice, sweetie,” she warned Rashida.

Everyone stayed quiet for a moment and looked over the menus. Soon after that, we ordered our food and then Rashida gave bursa escort me a kiss.

She came to my ear again. “Don’t worry, dude. I really will give you head if it’ll make you feel better. If you need to calm down a bit, just pull on my top a little bit under the table and we’ll go right to the bathroom. I just love you that much,” she confided.

I brought my lips to her cheek. “Thank you,” I muttered.

“You can do that by just talking to her for a couple minutes.”

“What are you two whispering about? You aren’t talking about me, are you?”

“No, Mom,” Rashida answered, pulling her head back. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom real quick, remember: no grilling,” she made clear before she took off.

‘Oh, son of a bitch,’ I thought, slanting my head down to the table.

“So, how did you meet her?” she pondered, leaning towards me.

I bowed my head down. “Just through friends, that’s all. No romantic story, somehow defying the odds or anything like that. We just hit it off, and that led us here,” I explained, vibrating a bit.

“You mean to where you are meeting me and you can’t just look into my eyes?”

I clenched my fists and calmly slanted my head up.

Although, my eyes just got stuck right on her glorious rack. ‘Stop staring, you moron. She might be your mother-in-law in the near future. Fuck, she could break us up,’ I thought, jiggling.

“Hello, Ladon, what, are you lost in my boobs?”

I instantly jerked backward. “What, no, I wasn’t looking at those. I was just…”

“It is nothing to be ashamed of, dear,” she assured me, putting her palms over my right hand. “You are a guy and I have my bosoms out like they are being auctioned off to the highest bidder. I won’t tell Rashida that you were eye fucking the shit out of them. I’m a mean bitch, but I’m not that mean. I can be sweet too, but you just have to meet me halfway, that’s all,” she explained, prior to getting up and sitting next to me.

“What does that mean?” I moaned through my teeth.

She smile lustfully and brought her lips to my ear. “Just tell me you want to fuck me.”

“What, no, Roxanne. I’m with your daughter, so I don’t want to have sex with you,” I protested, putting my hands up and shaking my head no.

She placed her hand onto her chin and stared off into space for a moment. “I gotta call bullshit,” she stated, prior to looking back at me. “You want me, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t, Roxanne.”

She instantly brought her right hand to my crotch. “Your dick agrees with me, Ladon,” she pointed out, rubbing it.

I jiggled around, bit my bottom lip and sweated rapidly.

I managed to keep my eyes open just in case Rashida came back. ‘Oh, that feels good.’

“Do you like this, Ladon?” she wondered, bringing her lips to my cheek. “You can be honest with me.”

I bit my bottom lip extra hard. “Roxanne, are you hitting on me?”

“Maybe, now admit that you want to fuck me.”

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a few seconds. “Okay, I want to fuck you, Roxanne.”

“I like that,” she giggled before she smooched my cheek. “If you ever want to see my naked breasts, just let me know. I’ll gladly show them to you. If you ask really nicely, I may let you lick my nipples too. Would you like that?”

“Maybe, now please stop this before she comes back. You are making me really uneasy.”

“Fine,” she said before kissed my cheek again and sat back in her chair. “And feel free to eyeball my breasts, but don’t let her catch you.”

I just tried to relax and get myself under control. I wiped my forehead and then my hands.

I didn’t peek back at her until Rashida came back. “I’m sorry, I just had to go,” she pointed out, sitting next to me. “So, what did you two talk about?” she pondered, glancing at me.

“Just how we met, but nothing else.”

“Good,” she said before she kissed me and took my hand in hers.

Then they began going back and forth, but I couldn’t follow the conversation at all.

I just glared at her tits on and off. ‘Son of a bitch, I only met her tonight, but she already got to me admit that I wanted to have sex with her. Just what kind of woman did Rashida come from? She certainly didn’t hit on me when I first met her. Hell, Roxanne even just encouraged me to stare at her melons. Is she just nuts? Damn, even as I’m holding Rashida’s hand, I’m just picturing Roxanne jerking me off.’

A few minutes later, Rashida brought her lips to my cheek. “Are you okay, you haven’t said anything for over five minutes?”

“I think you two have said enough for all three of us.”

“Is there anything you want to ask my mom?”

I just peeked at her tits again.

“Yes, these are real,” Roxanne let me know, lifting them up a bit.

“Mom!” Rashida roared, hitting the table. “He doesn’t need to know that. You told the last boyfriend you met that and you scared him off. Don’t pull that crap again.”

“I’m sorry, young lady!” Roxanne growled, leaning towards Rashida. “It is not like I have a man in bursa escort bayan my life appreciating them, and Ladon is a guy. It is just his nature to check them out, especially if you might have these years down the road.”

“Maybe, but neither of us needed to hear that, Mom. He is my boyfriend and he can enjoy my breasts whenever he wants to. He definitely doesn’t need you to make him feel uncomfortable. I’m sure he scanned them when he saw the big display you have them on.”

Roxanne sighed and viewed at me. “I apologize, Ladon. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable. I certainly support you being with my daughter, because you seem to make her happy. Another thing I’m sure she mentioned: she wanted us to like each other. I do like you, Ladon.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

A moment later, our food showed up and we started eating.

‘My cock is as hard as a diamond and I feel like I could just pop at any second now,’ I thought, eating my steak. ‘I think I just need to jack off, maybe that’ll get her off my mind.’

I did my best not to glimpse at her boobs, but it was just next impossible. I felt my entire figure shudder a bit and drops of sweat fall off my head too.

I took a deep swallow and peeked at Rashida. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom now.”

“Okay, but can we talk for a second?”

“Sure,” I replied, getting up.

We both headed towards the bathroom, but stopped at a small section by it.

She looked at me. “Are you sure you are okay? I just keep seeing you shiver and sweat like you are in court being prosecuted for murder. Is she making feel weird? I wanted to bite her head off about wearing that red dress, but she is my mom. Does she turn you on, so you want to have sex with her?”

“No, babe,” I objected, shaking my head no. “I swear I just want you.”

“I’m not saying you feel the need to cheat, but like she said, you are a guy,” she reminded me, taking my hands in hers. “We both know you love tits too, so it is nothing to be ashamed of if she turned you on. You didn’t ask her to, she just did it.”

“Okay, she did, Rashida. I’m so sorry,” I replied, wrapping my arms around her.

She hugged me back for a moment. “Don’t be sorry,” she said, leaning away. “Do you need a blow job right now?”

“No, I can wait until our drive home,” I answered before I kissed her.

“Are you sure? Thirty seconds after the stall door shuts, I could have you ready to shoot.”

“Is that an guarantee?”

“What do you think?” she inquired, wrapping her arms around my neck. “We didn’t start having sex until I heard the ‘L’ word. We kept doing it afterward because I knew it was true,” she explained before she kissed me. “Just don’t take too long, I do love pleasuring you,” she reminded me before she walked away.

I went into the bathroom and strolled to the furthest stall.

I ambled in there, shut the door and locked it. “So, like mother, like daughter, both of them are down to fuck,” I murmured before I undid my pants.

I pulled out my rod and immediately began stroking it. “Son of a bitch, Roxanne is a stone fox wrapped in a somewhat heartless bitch. She was actually hitting on me and got me hot for her. Fuck, now I’m jacking off because of her. Somehow, I just think it wouldn’t be right if Rashida blew me and made me cum right now. Her mom got my motor going into overdrive, but I can’t have Rashida finish the job. Oh, just shut up and do it,” I groaned, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. “Oh, Roxanne, of course I’ll take a peek at those melons.”

My mouth opened up widely and my hand already felt like it had an icepick shoved in there. I zoned everything else out and just focused on envisioning Roxanne naked. I didn’t have her do anything sexual, but I did just try to create the best image I could of her just dancing around.

‘I’m breathing rather heavily and I feel like I’m in the middle of volcano, but my cock is taking over all the physical and emotional bad feelings flowing through me. I’m bitting my both of my lips and I my whole figure is trembling. Shit, why must that chick do this to me?’

I had no idea, but I felt my load jetting through my system as if it was one huge tidal wave. With each passing stroke, I felt it getting stronger and more likely to burst out. I couldn’t actually smile, but I still felt pretty damn good.

Although, a minute later, a single tear formed on my left cheek and I put my right hand onto the wall. “I’m sorry, Rashida,” I moaned, prior to letting my seed out.

I came and let out four shots and one half stream as well. It all went hit the toilet and the wall and then I let out a giant exhale. I felt more drops of sweat forming on my forehead, but I felt ice cold on the inside.

“Son of a bitch, that was good, but damn I feel guilty now.”

“Oh, I would too, stud.”

My eyes instantly opened all the way. “Shit,” I whispered. “Roxanne?” I asked, peeking behind me.

“I’m sorry, did I catch you jacking off?” she inquired, peeking over the door.

I stayed escort bursa silent for a moment.

“How about you let me in?”

‘Crap, if I don’t she’ll probably blow the whistle,’ I thought before I hit the back wall.

“You don’t have to hit the wall, I just want to chat.”

“Fine,” I moaned through my teeth before I unlocked it.

She opened the door. “Having fun?” she questioned, coming into the stall with me and as I frantically tried to get my cock back into my pants.

“There is no need zip up, I’d love to see it, if you’ll let me,” she mentioned, leaning towards me.

“No, I’m not about to let you see my schlong,” I protested, putting it away.

“Why not? You just envisioned me naked.”

I put my hands on my face and rubbed it very slowly for a moment.

“I locked the door, so we are free to get naked if either of us has the desire to. So why don’t you look my way, and maybe I’ll flash you my knockers. We both know you want to see them. It was confirmed earlier when you couldn’t go for a full sixty seconds without peeking at them. So, I’m offering you the chance to see them right now. No strings attached, and I won’t tell her you were just masturbating thinking about me.”

“And why should I trust you?”

She chuckled for a moment and put her hand onto my shoulder. “Well, because you want my blessing to ask Rashida to marry you.”

“How did you know about that?” I questioned, turning to her.

“If you weren’t serious about her, you wouldn’t have fought so hard not to gawk at these melons,” she answered, boosting them up. “It is okay, nothing that goes on in here will leave. You can admit it, I already know you want to see them. If you let me see your pecker, I’ll show you my tits and I’ll give you my blessing.”

“Just like that?”

She nodded.

I hit my own hand a few times as I broke eye contact with her. “And Rashida never finds out about this?”

“Nope,” she answered, caressing her breasts. “Even if I got down on my knees and blew you, I wouldn’t let her find out.”

“Oh, fuck that,” I asserted, pushing her out of the way.

I got out of the stall and put my hands up. “You are one insane floozy, Roxanne,” I branded her, pointing at her.

“I know,” she agreed, pushing the sides of her dress off herself. “I just want my own piece of cake from you, man sized hunk,” she mentioned as it fell off her.

She strolled towards me and placed her hands onto her back.

“No, don’t you dare take that off.”

“Or what?” she wondered, taking her pink bra off.

My jaw immediately dropped as my eyes got view of her naked tits.

“I take it you like them?”

“Yes, cunt,” I replied, failing to part my eyes from them.

She slid her matching panties down. “That’s not nice,” she mentioned, stepping towards me. “All I want to do is pleasure you before you propose,” she said before she felt my pockets. “Holy shit, there is something else hard there. You were planning on proposing tonight, weren’t you?”

“Yes, if things went well, which they clearly aren’t now.”

Her hands came to the button on my pants. “Just let me send you off a happy man and then you’ll have my blessing. Is that fair enough? She is my only child and I’m not planning on having another one. I’m sure you’d love to do it with a MILF too.”

“Whatever, hussy.”

She calmly lowered herself to her knees as she failed to break eye contact. She got my pants undone and pulled them down.

My hard rod flung right out and she wrapped her right hand around it. “Wow, Rashida is one lucky woman,” she pointed out, caressing it and examining it.

“I know that, just do what you want to do so this can be over with.”

“Oh, aren’t you a reluctant dude?” she wondered before she lazily took my Johnson into her mouth.

I covered my face with both hands. “You fucking bitch,” I groaned, scrubbing my face.

She began thrusting her lips and her hand grabbed onto my shirt. She pulled on it, so I haltingly brought my hands off my face.

I looked right at her as she glanced right back at me. “You suck in more ways than one, bitch.”

She chuckled a bit and let me feel the goodness of her mushy lips on my pecker.

I just paced myself, but kept my eyes right on hers. ‘Whether I like it or not, she does bring intimacy into it,’ I thought, clenching my fists. ‘She is doing it slowly too, just making me feel so damn good. She is definitely one manipulative skank, that’s for sure. Just remember: I’m doing this to get her blessing, so then I can propose tonight. Yes, just look at me as I cheat on your daughter, you damn wench.’

“I think I hate you so much, that I love you a little bit.”

She failed to halt her pleasuring and just kept her speed and eye contact constant. Although, after a couple minutes, my head slanted back and the top half my of body began moving back and forth.

I heard her giggle a little bit more and then her tongue slid it’s way onto my rod as well. It first landed on the bottom, but it slithered it’s way all the way around my member. That was when she had twitch for the first time.

A moment later, I bit my lips again. “Shit, you suck, Roxanne. Don’t toy around with me, just make me cum so I can get your blessing, slut.”

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This Chapter is about a guy I see most mornings on my way to work. You don’t need to have read any of the other chapters to know what is going, because each chapter is about different guys. Some bits are fact and some are fantasy. The guys are real, but I’ve changed their names. Also the place where I work is a large department store in England. I’ve changed the name to York’s.

Sylvia

………………………………………….

I leave my house around 8.40 to go to work. My uniform is a white blouse, tight navy skirt, just off my knee, or sometimes a little shorter; depending on how sexy I’m feeling. I wear tights or hold up stockings, usually tan colours, and navy shoes with a 3 inch heel. My breast are a C cup, I have long brunette hair, which I usually clip up for work. My legs always have attracted attention, and I do like showing them off, I always have, and I guess I always will.

Mark drives a big white van, he’s a self employed painter and decorator. I see him most mornings, parked a little further down the road from my house. He waits there in his van to pick up one of the guys who works for him. I walk past his van while he sits there. He smiles and nods hello most mornings now, after the real event happened a couple of years ago.

I had been rushing around, and trying to get my son off to school, which isn’t easy sometimes. I was thinking about my sister’s upcoming birthday party, and a hundred and one other things. I slammed the door shut, and as soon as I did I knew I’d left my keys on the other side. I went through the usual silly bitch thoughts, and stood there for a few moments running through my options. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t phone my mum, and ask her to bring the spare key, or walk to school and get my son’s. I could even have gone to York’s and not worried about it until I had finished work for the day.

I walked over to Mark who as usual was sat in his van. I asked him if he could help get me back in my house, using his ladders on the roof of his van. He got out and looked back at my house. I always leave the little window in my bedroom open, and I was hoping he could somehow reach through, open the big one, and then let himself in.

“I’ll give it a go,” he said.

I prattled on about never locking myself out before, as he sorted his ladders out. I wasn’t thinking any sexual thoughts about him at that point, not like I had done in the past.

Anyway he got himself in through my bedroom window after a few minutes, and let me in. I thanked him several times, like you do, and the next day I bought him şişli rus escort a box of biscuits.

So this is my fantasy about Mark.

“Hello Mark, I’ve locked myself out, again.”

“Oh dear, not again, okay I’ll get my ladder.”

I watched his ass as he climbed through the window. I could feel butterflies dancing around in my stomach. He took a little longer than he did the first time this happened, and I knew why.

When he opened the door I could tell by the little sly grin on his face, he had noticed what I had purposely left so he could see it. I blushed and smiled a little.

“You’re not working today are you?” he asked, as his grinning eyes wandered to my legs.

My pink knee length coat was done up, but he could see my black fishnet stockings and black high heels, which he must have figured, went with my black PVC maid’s outfit, which I had deliberately left hanging on my bedroom door.

“Well, no, but I was just nipping down the corner shop, I’m out of milk. My boyfriend was coming round, but he cancelled just before I came to get you.”

“I liked the little dress hanging on your bedroom door.”

“Oh,” I squirmed, “I forgot it was there.”

“I tell you what, I’ll go and get some milk, and you can make me a coffee. I’ll phone the guy on my next job and tell him I’m going to be late.”

I licked my lips and felt the butterflies thrashing the hell out of my stomach.

“Okay, I’d like that.”

“Oh, and maybe you could put that dress on?”

“Is that could, or should?” I asked feeling my face reddening even more.

“Should, and I think you should start cleaning up…..have you got that?”

I nodded, feeling my hands tremble at the way he almost spat the words out.

He went off to get the milk as I raced up the stairs, as fast as my 5 inch heels would let me. Shaking fingers fumbled awkwardly with the buttons on my coat and, I took my maid’s dress off the hanger and put it on.

When he came back he found me bent on the stairs with a dustpan and brush. The front door shut behind me, and I waited nervously hoping he would like the view. My very short dress wouldn’t hide my stocking tops, it wouldn’t hide my creamy white thighs with the two black suspender straps, and it wouldn’t hide my little lacy white panties, which never had a chance of keeping the globes of my backside from his grey eyes.

“Stay like that,” he commanded.

“Yes Sir,” I squeaked submissively.

I waited for a hand or something better to make contact with me. I jumped and squealed, şişli türbanlı escort as he ran the cold plastic milk container slowly over one ass cheek, and then the other. He dragged it down a little and in between my thighs. I felt the plastic cap run along the crotch of my panties, leaving little cold trails along my hot wet pussy. He rubbed it back and forth for a while, as I held my position with quaking legs.

Finally he took the bottle away.

“Stand up straight,” he commanded firmly.

I did as he instructed and tuned round.

“Your tits have fallen out of your uniform.”

I looked down, already knowing they had jumped out.

“Sorry Sir,” I said as I started tucking them away.

I jumped again as he swatted my hand away. I held onto the banister as he gave me a deliciously sexy grin.

“Bloody hell,” I yelled,” as my left nipple felt the cold plastic milk bottle running up it.

He repeated the journey of the whole length of the milk bottle over my right nipple. I stood there watching his eyes as they focused on my jiggling breasts.

“Now, get my coffee, wench.”

He moved aside and I gathered myself, and came down the last two stairs. As I walked, or rather stumbled to the kitchen, I could feel a cool dampness between my legs, and I could feel and see two cold, slightly red, jiggling tits, bouncing free with every step.

Mark pulled out a kitchen chair as I made his coffee. I had to use two hands to place the mug on the table next to him, as I let go of the mug his hands came up and gripped my tits.

“Keep still,” he snapped.

He lifted my tits and squeezed, pulled, and then and twisted them. I just stood there willing him not to stop. He pulled me towards him and buried his face into breasts, kissing and sucking flesh and nipple, as my poor brain tried to understand it all.

I had my arms round his shoulders pulling him to me, cuddling him tight, and hoping he wasn’t suffocating in my cleavage.

I started rocking back and forth, trying to coax the lump in his trousers against my hot wet pussy.

We played like that for a few minutes, turning each other on with the movement and little grunts, which were becoming louder and more desperate.

It was me who snapped first. I slipped back on his lap, and my fingers started searching frantically for a way into his cock. It didn’t help that he had now wormed his way between my legs, pulled my sodden panties to one side, and was peeling my pussy lips apart, and inserting two wriggling fingers şişli ucuz escort in me.

Finally there it was sticking right up hard, and throbbing. I forced his arms out of the way and slipped forward. I impaled my all too eager pussy, on his all too willing cock.

Whether or not he wanted to drown in my tits again I didn’t know, but I had hold of his head and wasn’t letting go. I bounced and wailed, and screamed at him to use me, which I think at that point it was more the other way around.

The fucking was frantic from the very start. I just hoped the chair would take the shock of me bouncing up and down on Mark’s spear. I could hear somewhere in the depths of my breasts Mark groaning, and getting ready to unload. I let him up for air, and as my thighs slapped down on his lap, I smothered his face again, this time with mine. The kiss was just as passionate as anything else going on. I was groaning on his tongue, and hearing his own little excited squeals.

I let off the kiss after a few minutes, yes minutes.

“Not yet you bastard, wait…..don’t you dare come before me…….fucking hold it.”

He did, he held it as my pussy went to heaven and back. I had my hands on his shoulders now, and I was leaning back away from him, pushing my pussy forward. I could feel every single spasm my impaled pussy went through, like it was magnified in my head 100 times.

“Bloody wonderful……….amazing……..oh baby…………fuck your little maid,” I pleaded.

He did, he started thrusting up and grunting heavier. Something crashed to the floor, which turned out to be the now warm mug of coffee, and as it splashed up my leg, Mark’s cock splashed deep in pussy.

I got off his cock and knelt on the floor. I started sweeping the broken mug into the dustpan.

Mark stood in front of me, still with his cock hanging out of his trousers. I smiled up at him, and then kissed his cock right on the tip.

“Thank you Sir,” I said, slipping back into maid mode.

He grinned down at me with a look on his face, which suggested I was in for a surprise. My eyes opened wide as I felt my sticky panties being peeled to one side. A hard cock slipped easily in my sloppy pussy.

“Oh, this is Dan my workmate. I’ve cancelled our work for the day.”

Dan grabbed my hips and started fucking me, as Mark stood watching, and jerking his cock back to life. He could have asked first if I minded his mate joining in, but I guess it was too late now. My tits swung free with every shove of Dan’s cock. Mark crouched down and pushed his cock in my mouth. For the next 10 minutes I knelt there, being fucked from behind, sucking Mark’s cock, until all three of us came.

I’ve had other fantasies about Mark, but the above was always my favourite. Certain guys seem to have a special fantasy which I associate with them, and this was Mark’s.

Oh I do have a maid’s outfit too.

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I sat on the loveseat with Mom’s blanket beside me. Johnny and Jojo (that was Joanne’s nickname) were sprawled out on the sleeping bag spread out on the living room floor antsy in anticipation. Dad was already in his recliner opening his second beer. Mom and Aunt Jessica were in the kitchen making the popcorn.

We had sort of a family ritual on Friday nights; we watched movies together as it was really the only time the whole family could spend with each other. We ate dinner together first, again the only night of the week we knew we were all expected to be home, then we’d sit around and watch a few movies. My parents had bought a 60 inch flat-screen for this purpose (they claimed anyway, I think Dad got it for his Sunday games). Aunt Jessica, my Mom’s younger sister who lived nearby and was divorced, would usually come over and have dinner and watch movies with us. First, we’d watch a kiddy movie for my little brother and sister who were only 11 and 8, then after they fell asleep in their sleeping bag (pretending to be camping out!); we would watch more adult fare. It didn’t need to be one of the current movies, we watched classics, comedies, dramas, pretty much anything (even sometimes chick flicks to make Mom and Aunt Jess happy). I am happy to say that this ritual led me to an appreciation of film; so much so that I even contemplated studying it at college next year.

Now normally we would be situated thusly: Johnny and Jojo and a bowl of popcorn curled up in the sleeping bag on the floor dressed in their pajamas. Dad would be leaned back in ‘his’ recliner, his because no one was allowed to sit in it under penalty of death (or so he said anyway), drinking his beer until he would fall asleep halfway through the second movie, Aunt Jessica would have the whole couch to herself so she would normally lay out with her feet up drinking her glass of wine and her own bowl of popcorn, and Mom would sit beside me on the loveseat also with a glass of wine and we would share our own popcorn. Now Mom got chilled easily and our living room was a little drafty sometimes from the sliding glass doors to the back yard, so she would curl up beside me covered with a blanket. I wasn’t cold so I would get warm under the blanket and took to just wearing shorts and a tee shirt. I could’ve sat on the couch with Aunt Jess, but Mom liked to lay her head on the shoulder of her ‘baby boy’. I would groan when she would say this but it was a little thing to make Mom happy so I let her.

On this Friday night we were re-watching the animated hit of last year for the third time by request of my brother and sister, not that it mattered much as the adults (I was 18 now, I was an adult!) would chat about the week and catch up with our lives. I was usually a hot topic as to which school I would be attending next year and what I would be studying. Dad didn’t agree much with my wanting to study film and seeing as he would be sleeping through anything but the kid flicks he didn’t see it as a real career. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I wanted to take it as my major but just Dad’s negativity reinforced my desire. Mom and Aunt Jess would try to change the topic when this came up and fortunately this week the topic never came up, Dad was complaining about some new practices they were implementing at work to ‘improve productivity and increase quality’. I shut him out as he rambled on and tried to focus on the movie. It really wasn’t that bad. During the second viewing I picked up on some subtle nods at more adult humor that little ones wouldn’t get, so I was now watching for things that might be going on in the background of scenes that I hadn’t caught the first two times. Dad started a new topic, Aunt Jess and Mom would chime in and I just sat there zoning out as I had spent a lot of time this week studying for the big mid-term coming up.

Soon the movie ended, my brother and sister out cold on the floor. Mom rose and covered them with the sleeping bag. Dad stood, went to the bathroom and returned with a normally unprecedented third beer. This guaranteed he would be out within an hour. The rest of us also took our turn ankara escort in the restroom, Mom and Aunt Jess refilling their wine glasses and I grabbed another sports drink, though I normally refrained from drinking as I hated having to get up to pee during a movie, and everyone would complain if I made them pause it while I was gone. But tonight the second movie was a teen flick that was supposed to be hilarious, so I wasn’t really worried about watching for the director’s subtle use of fart jokes or titty flashes. I don’t think any of use particularly cared one way or another about the movie, but after the week of studying I needed a mindless comedy and I knew Mom and Aunt Jess liked the male lead, a hot up and coming actor. So we all settled in to watch when Dad pressed play on the remote. Mom pulled the blanket higher up around us and laid her head on my shoulder with a content sigh as the opening credits rolled.

I have to admit the movie was better than I thought it would be and I followed along with the highly improbable plotline. Unfortunately for me there was more female nudity than usual. Now that may sound strange coming from an eighteen year old male, but the unfortunate thing was I was getting excited and my rising cock was jammed in my briefs and causing me some discomfort. And when I say discomfort, I mean it damn hurt!

Mom was still resting comfortably on my shoulder, her right arm tucked between us and her left on her lap beneath the blanket and her feet curled up next to her on the loveseat. I tried to will my cock to shrink, but that never works. I shifted my legs a little to give my cock more room, and that didn’t work either. I didn’t want to stand up to adjust myself and let Mom and Aunt Jess witness my condition. Another flash of titties by the lead actress that I was starting to get a crush on, and my cock tried to grow more!

I was starting to panic a little. My squeezed cock hurt like hell! Could you actually break your cock? I didn’t want to find out. I shifted again. Mom lifted her head and looked at me, then resumed her attention on the screen. The last flash of female flesh had led to a scene with the actress making out with another girl. I had fantasies of two girls together and seeing the actress I was falling in lust with making out with another girl was the final straw. My cock was going to get completely hard, unforgiving cotton fabric be damned!

I was wincing now. I looked over at Aunt Jessica then down at Mom and neither seemed bothered by the movie, watching intently. Dad was passed out. I couldn’t avoid it any longer. I didn’t want to risk any damage to my favorite appendage whether it was possible to break it or not! I just had to get up and rearrange my cock without fully standing and revealing my dilemma to my Mom and her sister. I leaned back against loveseat and lifted my ass up and reached down and pulled my cock up to lay against my abdomen. Then sat back down trying to be nonchalant the whole time.

‘Jeremy, what are you doing?’ She exclaimed as she slipped off of my shoulder. And then it happened! As she reached out to catch herself from falling to loveseat with her right hand, rather than landing on the cushion, rather than landing on my thigh, Mom’s hand landed on top of my rock hard cock!

My eyes bugged out!

My heart possibly stopped!

My body froze!

I couldn’t look at Mom to see her reaction. I was petrified with fear and embarrassment. I had a thousand thoughts race through my addled brain. What would she think? Would she stand up and slap me? Would she send me to my room? Forcing me to walk past my Aunt in this condition? Would she laugh? Would my Aunt laugh? Would they wake Dad and tell him of my predicament?

All this happened in a fraction of a second.

In a blink of an eye.

A hummingbird’s wing beat.

And then a new thought hit me.

Mom hadn’t moved her hand!

Surely she could tell immediately where her hand was resting!

Why wasn’t her hand moving?

I gulped air. My eyes locked ahead but was seeing nothing. Inside I shook, but my body was escort ankara stone. And Mom’s hand was still resting on my cock! I was sure it would shrivel up now and never get hard again. But it never budged. Maybe I would be stuck with a hard-on forever. What was that commercial about an erection lasting more than four hours… see a doctor? After two dozen or two hundred heartbeats (I don’t know, my heart had jumped to light-speed!) I looked out of the corner of my eye as far as I could strain without moving my head to look at Mom. She didn’t move. Her head was back against my shoulder, her soft hair tickling my boiling skin. She gave no indication she knew where her hand rested or what had happened. She had to know what a cock felt like! She had three kids! And a husband! Who was sitting right there, albeit asleep!

A minute passed. Maybe two, I couldn’t tell time. Still her hand rested on my cock. I could feel the warmth of her hand now. Added to the inferno boiling in my dick. Then her hand stirred. Finally! She had been in shock and not realized and now would pull her dainty fingers away. But no! They didn’t move away! Those fingers curled around my hard flesh! What?! Mom was grabbing my cock! She gave it a squeeze. Yep, I was never going to get soft ever again. They were going to do medical studies about me. I would tour the country at medical conventions and be shown to gasping young doctors. ‘The Everhard Cock’ they would call me.

Mom continued to squeeze until it became almost uncomfortable (Wait, how comfortable was it to have your mother grabbing your hard dick?) Then she eased up her grip. Okay, now she was going to move her hand, now that she had confirmed that it wasn’t my thigh she was holding. She eased her grip but she didn’t release. She squeezed again. Not as hard but it was healthy enough. She did this a half dozen times. I was still frozen. The house could be on fire and I wasn’t moving. The firemen would have to rescue me with my mom’s hand holding my hard penis! Mom hadn’t given any outward indication of what she was doing either; her face and her eyes were locked on the TV screen. Just as her right hand was locked around my fabric-covered cock! Then she stopped squeezing! But instead of moving away she began to shift her fingers back and forth. Barely perceptible at first, but then grew into an actual rubbing motion.

Oh.

My.

God!

My Mom was now stroking my cock!

The strokes were only a couple inches at first, but every up and down motion moved onto new territory. She was holding onto me through my shorts and briefs and the fabric was rubbing on my tender skin and after a minute or so, I winced. I don’t know if she heard me or just realized that it was hurting me, but she eased the pressure she grabbed me with and was now rubbing her fingers along my shorts. I don’t know if she had been aware of how big my cock was when she grabbed it, but she had to be aware now as she caressed up and down almost the whole shaft. The head of my cock had sprung from my waistbands when I had adjusted it, so now as Mom’s hand reached the waistband of my shorts without finding my cock’s head I almost thought I heard a breathy gasp from her lips. I finally took a soothing breath as I had shocked Mom as she had stunned me. I could feel I was getting light-headed and tried to breathe deeply. I still didn’t look at mom, and she didn’t look at me. Mom’s strokes continued up and down the shaft of my cock, now from the base to my shorts elastic waistband. She did this twice, and then moved up over the elastic and onto my uncovered skin finally finding the flare of the head of my cock.

Mom was touching my cock!

She ran her fingers over the velvety skin of my cock head before resuming her stroke down to my balls. She moved back up to the head but this time on the downward stroke she worked her fingers under my shorts and briefs and pushed them down as she fully stroked my bare cock. My dick sprang outward as it was released from the cotton containment and as Mom continued to move her hand up and down its length, evidence of her activity was now visible ankara escort bayan to anyone that looked as the blanket was now tented up by my dick. I don’t mean to sound like I’m bragging, but I am eight and a half inches long and my fingers can’t reach around it. So I was making quite a noticeable hill in the blanket. And besides the gasp I thought I heard Mom make, I saw the first sign that she knew what was happening. I saw her eyes quickly look down at the hump in the blanket. Her hand was still travelling the length of my cock, but the way the fabric of the blanket spread around the mound, it hid her motion. I felt her shift her movement to stroke up and down closer to my body and not straight up and down to help conceal what was happening. I turned my head the smallest degree to look over at the couch to my aunt. She was watching the movie and paying Mom and me no attention. Dad was softly snoring, and my brother and sister were sound asleep.

Mom continued a nice gentle stroke up and down my shaft and as the friction of our flesh began to make me flinch, Mom would run her fingers around the head and collect the pre-cum oozing from me and coat my cock. I must admit, my mother definitely knew how to give a hand job! Yes! My Mom was giving me a genuine All-American hand job! Her strokes became less of an up and down motion; she gave her wrist a bit of a stuttering motion even as she began the normal half-twist of her hand around my now-slick covered cock. I finally couldn’t contain myself. I let out a moan as Mom worked my cock like a pro (as if I would know!). I was sure I saw a small smile on her lips as she stared ahead. I knew she was watching the movie as little as I, the activity under the blanket taking up both of our full attentions.

I was getting close!

I mean with nubile teen girls making out on the screen getting me hard, and being a teen guy, I was always close. Mom grabbing my dick didn’t help either! She was able to get me ready to shoot, but then slowed and changed rhythm to keep me from cumming, and then increase her speed and intensity. My body was quivering! I don’t know how I hadn’t shot my load already! Every muscle in me was clenched. I actually looked over at Mom, she ignored my glance, but her movement took on a new rhythm and I knew I had crossed a line. I was going to cum by my mother’s hand and there was nothing on earth that would prevent that.

‘Oh, hi Grandma. Mom is giving me an orgasm now if you don’t mind?’

‘Sorry, Your Holiness, I can’t stand right now, Mom’s going to make me shoot my load.’

‘Go ahead and shoot me Mr. Burglar sir, but I have to cum now.’

And Mom did make me cum then!

My ass lifted up, I gave a very audible grunt, and I shot stream after stream of jism into Mom’s hand. She continued to stroke me with her right hand, but had moved her left to catch my cum. I groaned again as she milked the last of my juice from my balls. I sank back onto my seat still shaking. Mom had sat up a little as I came to allow use of both hands and now she pulled back the blanket and rose to her feet, cupping her left hand holding my milky ejaculate. I assumed she was going to go wash her hands. Her actions had left me weak and satisfied. She announced that she couldn’t watch the rest of the movie and she was going to bed. I barely watched her walk across the dimly-lit room, but I thought I saw her bring her hand, her left I was sure, to her face and her tongue reach out and lick her palm! And she was standing before the couch and looking at her sister. Aunt Jess looked up at her, seeing what she was doing, but she had no way of knowing what was in Mom’s hand. And she gave another lick before moving down the hallway towards her bedroom. I glanced at my aunt who barely noticed my look.

I couldn’t believe that that had happened!

My Mom had jerked me off!

She had made me cum in her hand!

And she licked it up!

I managed to look at the television screen and watched blankly at the final scenes of the movie before the credits started to roll. I looked again at Aunt Jess and saw the wine had had an effect on her as her eyelids were now drooping. I stood shakily, grabbed Mom’s blanket and covered my aunt, collected the glasses, used the remote to turn of the video and TV, took the glasses to the kitchen and headed off to bed myself.

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Hearing my daughter telling us that her boyfriend had been paid money by his friends so that they could fuck her and Hope telling us that she would let Albert fuck her for lingerie. Had me thinking about the first time that I met Lisa, she was working as a stripper and prostitute at my local hotel and offered to suck me and a work colleague’s cock for a discount price. Of course, we both took up her offer to both face fucked her.

A week later, I fucked Lisa in the hotel’s carpark bent over my car, to say Lisa was a slut would be underestimating her. Lisa had a very high sex drive and her love of exhibition and letting others see her naked and having sex. Was one of the reasons that I married her and early on in our marriage we often fucked outdoors at dogging parks. Lisa loved bringing men home to fuck in front of me she knew how much I enjoyed watching her with other men.

Our son Jacob and daughter Hope had grown up with nudity around the home and often saw their mother being fucked by strangers and I think this was where their love and interest in sex came from. They were both had a high sex drive like their mother and I wasn’t surprised at Hope letting her brother fuck her. I often saw my son stroking his cock looking at porn on the computer using his mother’s and sister’s panties to cum in.

Finding out that my son Jacob was bisexual and loved wearing his sister’s clothes wasn’t surprising, I had always thought of Jacob being effeminate and loved him sucking my cock when he was dressed as his sister. Hope was like her mother in every way she was never satisfied with having only one boyfriend, she had a lot of boyfriends that she fucked, sometimes in front of each other and sometimes in front of Lisa and me.

I had been desperately wanting to fuck my daughter Hope for ages but had promised Lisa that I would wait until Hope turned eighteen-years-old. Now that she was old enough, I was going to be fucking her as often as I bostancı escort could. Hope had a very sexy body and knew how to excite and make men hard. Her breasts and shaven cunt were a delight to look at and touch, I loved sucking on her cunt just as much as her brother does,

Now here, I was driving her to Albert’s lingerie shop for her to pick out some sexy lingerie in exchange for sex. Lisa and Jacob stayed at home and the last sight Hope and I saw of them was Jacob wearing Hope’s bra and panties as he fucked his mothers face. Any other time Hope would have been mad at him for going thro her underwear drawer, but today she was going to be picking out some new sexy underwear.

When we arrived and walked inside Albert’s lingerie shop, after exchanging greetings, Albert locked the front door of the shop and led us through to the back of the shop. I was surprised to see two men sitting back in a lounge chair when Albert introduced us to Tom and Ben, they stood up and shook my hand and gave Hope a kiss and ran their hands under the bottom of her dress and groped her ass-cheeks.

Albert showed Hope the lingerie racks and told her to choose anything she liked, he then handed Hope the smallest and sheerest matching thong and bra that I’ve ever seen and said, “Try these on and let us see how you look.”

Hope giggled as she started to undress in front of the two men and Albert and me. The four of us had our eyes glued to Hope’s naked body as she put on the thong and bra. She stood there letting us all look at her wearing a thong and bra that hid nothing, her pink nipples were easily seen through the sheer material and the sheer thong barely covered her bald cunt and when she moved the thong worked it’s way between her cunt lips and looked like a piece of floss.

Albert stood up and moved over to Hope and started kissing her as he removed her bra, Ben stood up and moved behind Hope and pulled her thong down to her ümraniye escort bayan ankles, Hope stepped out of the thong as Albert sucked on each of her breasts pulling on each nipple with his mouth. When Ben ran his fingers between her legs and over her bald cunt, Hope moved her feet further apart letting Ben have better access to her cunt.

Hope gasped and let out a loud moan when Ben’s finger penetrated her cunt as Ben began finger fucking her cunt, Hope started undoing the buttons on Albert’s shirt. Tom had undressed and was now naked and his cock hard as he moved behind Hope and reached around her to cup her breasts in his hands and pulled her back against his naked body letting her feel his hard cock pressing against her bare ass.

Albert had now removed his pants and underwear and was naked and was stroking his hard cock. Ben had also undressed and was also stroking his hard cock as he ran his free hand over Hope’s body. Albert led Hope over to an armchair and sat her down leaning back in the chair, he lifted her legs up onto his shoulders and drove his cock into her cunt and then started pumping his cock in and out of her cunt.

Tom moved to the side of the armchair and turned Hope’s head to face him and wiped his cock over her mouth. Hope opened her mouth letting Tom push his hard cock deep into her mouth, he took hold of Hope’s head and started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, face fucking her at a rapid pace.

Albert grunted as his cock exploded inside Hope’s cunt, his body jerked with each load he shot into her cunt. When Albert had finished he pulled his limp cock out of her cunt and stepped back to let Ben drive his hard cock into her cum filled cunt, Ben wasn’t wasting any time and began thrusting his cock in and out of Hope’s cum filled cunt at a furious pace.

With my own cock starting to be let out of my pants, I undressed and became naked and stroked my cock as I watched my daughter kartal escort being fucked at both ends. When I saw Tom pull Hope’s mouth all the way onto his cock and keep her mouth pressed against the base of his cock, I heard my daughter gag as Tom filled her mouth with his hot cum, Hope swallowed as fast as she could but she couldn’t keep up with all of Toms cum he was shooting into her mouth, his cum started escaping out of the edges of Hope’s mouth.

As soon as Tom had finished cumming in my daughter’s mouth, he removed his soft cock out of her mouth. Hope had just finished swallowing all of Tom’s cum when Albert shoved his cock into her mouth and started fucking her face like a man possessed, when I saw Ben removing his spent cock out of my daughter’s cunt I stood up and moved over to her and after lifting her legs up onto my shoulders, I slammed my cock into my daughter’s cum filled cunt.

As I slammed my cock into my daughter’s cunt, again and again, I thought about how many times I had fucked Lisa’s cum filled cunt, Hope was becoming just like her mother and I wanted to share my daughter just like I shared her mother. With Albert having finished fucking Hope’s mouth and having removed his chick from her mouth, Hope looked at me as I slammed my cock into her cunt. When I rubbed my fingers over the top of her slit and slammed my cock into her.

Hope screamed, “I’m cumming, I’m going to have an orgasm.”

I pulled my hard cock out of her cunt and watched her cunt erupt and start squirting her juices as if she was having a piss, Hope was just like her mother, she was a squirter. I thrust my cock back into her soaking wet cunt and began fucking her with a fast pace. It wasn’t long before my cock was squirting my Daddy sperm into my daughter’s cunt.

The three of us, each fucked Hope’s cunt and mouth one more time before we all needed to rest and recover. After Hope had given her cunt and face a wash with a washcloth, she started picking out what lingerie she wanted to have. Tom and Ben dressed and left the shop leaving Albert and me alone with Hope. We grinned at each other knowing that we weren’t finished with fucking Hope just yet, and as soon as our cocks were hard we would go again.

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I was home alone last summer for a week, my wife and kids had gone to her mom and dads for the week. Friday evening I got a call from my Sister in Law asking me if I wanted to come to her and her husbands house for a small party. I was glad to get out of the house for awhile and a free drunk never hurt either.

I got cleaned up and drove the 45 minutes to their house, a nice home in a really nice neighborhood. I knocked and Sarah answered the door, dressed to kill. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the lips, something she had never done before. Sweet, I thought to myself as she put her arm around me and pulled me into the house.

A small party was right, there was one couple there, a black couple. The wife, Cherie, and her husband Lionel. Nice people, well mannered, unlike me, an uncouth white boy. I asked where Ray was at,

“He’s around, probably still getting dressed!” Sarah answered. And I saw a slight smile come to her guests faces when she said that.

Sarah and Ray had been married around 12 years, and Ray is a pretty quiet guy, Sarah on the other hand is a fun loving person, loud and a bit bossy, but still a sweet lady.

“You need a drink Dave?”

“Sure, Bourbon and Coke will do just fine!”

Sarah went and fixed me a stiff drink and handing it to me she sat beside me.

“Dave, I have something to ask you, and regardless of your answer I am trusting you to keep this here, in this house, what you hear must never leave these walls. Can I trust you to keep this between us?”

“Well, I guess so Sarah!”

“No, it has to be an honest yes or no, if it’s no then I understand.”

“Well it sounds pretty serious, so, OK. If that’s what you want then sure. It will stay here no matter what it is. I give you my word!”

“OK, Ray and I have been swingers for several years, along with Cherie and Lionel. And we were wondering it you would like to join us tonight. We will never tell Brenda (my wife) of this, if you say yes or no. So would you? Like to join us?”

My mind was going at 150 MPH in a 35 MPH zone, shit I have wanted to fuck Sarah every since I met her, and this black woman Cherie was one hot full bodied lady. But I have been faithful for the 8 years I’ve been married to Brenda. What a dilemma, “Sure!” I said, so much for over thinking a situation!

A big smile came across all of our faces. Now I was wondering what would happen next, but not for long. Sarah leaned over and french kissed me, I thought what the fuck, and grabbed her tit to let her know I was serious too. After seeing this Lionel said,

“Perhaps we should all get naked now then!”

I was all for that, I had wanted to see Sarah nude forever and Cherie had a fine body herself. I stood up and started taking my clothes off as did everyone else. In only a minute we were all standing there naked as the day we were born. I was right, Sarah had one fucking hot body, her long brown hair hung to her nipples and curled around just under them, her breasts were medium sized with large dark nipples and her waist flared into a wide set of hips that worked right down her long legs.

And Cherie, Mother Fucker she has the finest looking body I’ve ever seen on a black woman, Large breasts at least a 42DD and her black nipples were as big around as a cigar, sticking out an inch or more. And her wide hips melted into her legs, this woman was made for fucking, and she had the hairiest pussy I ever saw.

Lionel shocked the absolute shot out of me, his dick was at least 9″s long and it was fucking soft and thick as a coke can. How the fuck a woman could ever get even half of that in her I could not comprehend. But would soon see for myself it could and would be done.

I felt kind of insignificant with my 7 ½” dick, fully hard! But it didn’t seem to bother the ladies so it didn’t bother me, It had served it’s purpose well for me during all these years. Sarah didn’t wait a second before she got on her knees and tool Lionel’s cock in her mouth. She had both hands wrapped around it as she fed it to her hungry mouth. I watched her sucking it as it got hard in her hands and mouth. Amazed that she even got the 4″s in that she did. Cherie cleared her throat and looked at me, I looked over at her.

“Do you like dark meat Dave?”

“I don’t know Cherie, I’ve ever had any!” I smiled at her.

“Well. The buffet is free tonight, eat up!”

And she sat on the edge of the couch, her dark skinned legs opened showing me her pink inner pussy as she held it open with her fingers. I got on my knees and dove in for my first taste of black pussy. I liked it, a lot, the sweet musky smell had me hard before I got my tongue inside her. She put her legs over my shoulders and her hands on my head and shoved my face to her hairy pussy while I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go.

Cherie most definitely loved having her pussy eaten, because it was only a couple of minutes before she stuck her fingers in my hair and was forcing my face deeper in her hot box. Her clit was rubbing kartal escort my nose when she pushed my face further down and she was wiggling her hips.

“Oh Yeah, eat that black pussy white boy. Fuck yeah, lick it good for me. Oh Fuck yeah!”

I was not needing instructions because I wanted to lick this pussy all night. I felt her legs start to shake as she started to cum on my face, I had never had a woman cum so fast in my life. I put my mouth on her clit when she took her hands and pulled on her nipples, I sucked it in my mouth and pulled it with my lips she cried out she was cumming. And when she came, she came in gushers! Cherie flooded my face when she shot out her creamy cum, I licked all of it up I could and still could not catch it all.

When her body fell back and she relaxed some I took my face out of her thighs and looked at Sarah. Lionel had her on her back, her legs wide open and his huge cock shoving the head in her slit. Sarah’s eyes were closed and her red lipped mouth was open wide as she felt the monster pushing past her outer pussy lips.

“Oh God Lionel, Yes baby give me that big fucker. Fuck me Lionel. I want all that cock in me, NOW!”

Lionel slowly pushed more of it in her gash, I watched as inch after inch slid into her. The black cock merging with the white pussy and her pussy clinging to it when he pulled out to give it another shove in. Sarah gasped at every inch and asked for more. What a cock hound, and a fucking sexy one too.

My dick was throbbing while I watched them, it took Lionel a couple of minutes before he started to really fuck her. But when he did, he didn’t cut her any slack. I could not believe she could take it all, but she had her legs wrapped around his back pulling him to her with every stroke he made. Sarah’s head was rolling side to side and a smile was on her face when he was fully in her slick pussy.

I felt Cherie’s hand on my arm, and I looked at her, she had a come fuck me look on her face. As exciting as it was to see Sarah taking that monster black cock, Cherie was even more exciting to me. I lay on the floor and Cherie climbed on me. I watched as she held her pussy open and her hand guiding my cock into her slick slit. A thought crossed my mind, “How in the Fuck can I satisfy this woman after having that huge cock in her?”

I needn’t have bothered thinking, because when she sat on my cock, you would swear this was the first time she ever had sex, Cherie had the tightest, hottest, pussy I have ever had. Or at least it sure felt like it now. She started moving her hips in circles rubbing her clit on my crotch, and her fingers went to her clit, pinching and pulling it. I put my hands on those huge tits and squeezed them roughly. Cherie moaned loudly enough that Sarah glanced over and smiled at me while she was fucking her black buck!

I was holding on the Cherie as she fucked me like a woman that hadn’t had a cock in her in years, this woman was fucking wild! Lionel was one lucky man, and to think that they didn’t mind sharing, Shit! My wife didn’t even want to me look at porn on the internet.

I saw Cherie’s leg muscles working as she moved her body up and down on mine and her large tits shaking every time she bottomed out on me. I was going to cum soon just from watching her, and that’s not to say I wasn’t feeling every squeeze she made with her hot pussy. She was not going to be long either, I saw sweat building up on her dark body, causing her to shine in the light. I heard Sarah cry out.

“OH FUCK! Now Lionel, Now! Oh shit yes, fuck me Lionel Oh My God!!! Ahhh, ohhhh, fuck me Lionel, give me that hot black cock, Oh Fuck I’m Cummingggg!”

She had her arms pulling him to her as close as she could get him, and his hips pumped her full of his thick black cock. You could hear her pussy sloshing as he slammed his cock in her harder and harder.

“That’s right bitch, take that black cock, You want that big black cock don’t cha bitch! You love that big fucker stretching your cunt don’t you bitch! Come on bitch, take my cum, take it all baby!”

“Oh God Yes, Give it all to me baby, Fuck me hard baby. Oh Fuck Yeah!”

Hearing that I let Cherie know I was cumming too. She started fucking me harder, Raising her hips high, her pussy was to the end of my cock and then she was slamming back down on me as hard as she could. She was cumming now again.

“Fuck it Dave, give me that hot cum baby. Fill my pussy with it, come on Dave, do it now baby!”

I was, It felt as if my balls had followed the hot stream of cum into her slick pussy I shot so hard. I felt our cum running down my balls as she kept pumping her hot hairy pussy on me. After Cherie had her orgasm, she fell on me, crushing her large black tits on my sweaty chest and kissed me.

“That was great Dave, My God that was great!”

I just lay there gasping, trying to catch my breath and smiling like a school boy getting his first piece of pussy. Well I was, my first piece of black pussy, and if it was all this maltepe escort bayan good, I married the wrong woman! The funny thing is, I had totally forgotten about Ray all this time.

As we all lay on the floor catching our breath and resting, I heard Sarah call to him.

“Ray, You may now come in, and bring the wash cloths!” The tone in her voice was harsh. And I wondered what was going on, until I saw Ray come in with a silver tray with wash cloths on it. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw him. He was dressed in a maids outfit, a WOMAN’S outfit! Complete with tits and no panties, but he did have hose on with garter belts!

If Cherie had not kissed me I would have laughed out loud at the sight! And his cock was hard as a rock sticking out under the apron of the outfit. I had always known he was pussy whipped, but never had any idea that he a was such a submissive man. Or that Sarah had him trained to serve her and her guests this way.

Cherie got up and sat on the couch and I followed her sitting beside her. Lionel also sat beside Cherie while Sarah stood by him.

“You may wash us now Ray!” Sarah told him.

I watched in total shock as he went to Lionel and held his sticky cock, covered in Sarah’s cum and began to wash it tenderly. When he had finished cleaning it, he gave it a light kiss on the head, then moved to Cherie, and using a clean rag, washed our cum off of her, taking extra care to get what had dripped down the crack of her fine black ass. He then gave her pussy a kiss, Now it was my turn, I wasn’t sure if I could do this, not in front of everyone. But what the fuck, he took my cock in his hand and held it up tenderly and washed me off, when he was done he didn’t hesitate to kiss my dick too.

Sarah told him, “Very good, you’re a very good little cunt aren’t you!”

“Yes Mistress, thank you. May I now wash you?”

“Very well, take care to do it well cunt!”

She sat in a chair and he got on his knees and kissed her pussy, I thought he was going to wash her like he did us, but he cleaned her pussy with his tongue. Sucking out Lionel’s cum with his mouth. Sarah shoved his face in her sloppy fresh fucked pussy.

“Get it all out, Make sure I am clean, You know I want to be fresh for them don’t you Ray!”

“Yes Mistress!”

He did a good job of washing her I have to admit, by the time he had her clean enough to suit her, she had at least two orgasm’s.

“Now cunt, go take care of our guests!”

I thought she meant get us drinks or something, but he knew what she meant. He turned on his knees and moved his face to Lionel’s cock. He kissed it then took his hand and put it in his mouth. Licking all over it then sucking it down. This was one strange evening, first I come over to a swingers party with my sister in law fucking a black man and me fucking his wife, Now my brother in law was sucking a thick black cock! Once Lionel got hard Lionel took Cherie to the bedroom. Soon after I heard her crying out as he fucked her.

Ray came over to me and looked at me, I looked at Sarah and she shook her head yes. Ray then took my cock and sucked it down, and this boy could suck a cock. I was still in shock watching his head bouncing on my dick, when Sarah came over to me and kissed me. She put her hand on Ray’s head and pushed it down on my dick, I felt his throat as my cock forced its way past it. Ray never gagged he just sucked it harder as his Mistress forced him to deep throat my cock.

She let him suck it a few minutes, then had him stop. She stood up and moving in front of me she sat back on my cock, only waiting for Ray to hold my dick so it went in her pussy. I was thinking how could she even feel me in her after Lionel’s cock had just fucked her, but she wasn’t as loose as I thought, but you could tell she had just been fucked and fucked hard.

Sarah began to move her hips on me, and Ray was sitting front of her.

“You may now please me cunt!”

And I felt him move between her legs and he began to lick her pussy while I fucked her. Occasionally he would lick my balls to catch any pussy juice that may have dripped down on them. I have to say, it felt pretty good when he did. Sarah was one hot fuck also, she knew what she wanted and how to get it out of a man. I was lucky, she just wanted me to sit there and let them do everything. I can do that!

It wasn’t long before Sarah was moaning from Ray licking her clit and my cock sticking in her. Sarah stopped moving suddenly.

“Now cunt, make me cum! And I want it to be good!”

Ray began to lick her pussy, I felt his tongue when he licked from the bottom of my dick to the top of her clit then back again. Sarah had his head in her hands moving him where she wanted his face at. She was breathing harder and I knew she would cum soon, I could feel her pussy pulsating as her orgasm came closer. When she came I heard Ray moan as he gulped up her fluids when they dripped out of her full pussy.

When she had enough escort pendik she moved off my cock and leaned back to me, I had her tits in my hands playing with her hard nipples and I felt Ray take my cock in his mouth again. He sucked it and played with my hairy balls while his wife sat on my lap encouraging him to do a good job. He did a splendid job bringing me to my orgasm in just a few minutes, swallowing all my cum down his mouth while Sarah twisted around and kissed me.

Sarah got up and took me by the hand leading me to the bedroom where Lionel and Cherie were. Ray followed like a cum drunk puppy with his tray of dirty wash cloths. Sarah got on the bed as Lionel was still giving Cherie a ride for her money, then she took one of Cherie’s tits in her mouth and sucked the thick black nipple in her hot mouth. Cherie put her hand on Sarah’s head pulling her closer to her breast while Lionel pounded her hot pussy. Cherie was already in the midst of her orgasm and when Lionel shot his thick load in her. Telling her she was the best fuck ever.

I had to agree with him, she had been the best I ever had. When Lionel rolled off Cherie, Sarah got between her legs and began to eat the hairy black cum filled pussy. Ray came over and started sucking Lionel’s cock clean again then finished with a fresh washcloth. I was just watching, still in shock at all I had witnessed and participated in this evening. My cock was getting hard as I watched Sarah eat that sexy black pussy. Lionel had a big grin on his face while he watched too, Ray just sat in a chair across the room waiting further instructions from his Mistress.

My dick was hard again so I started to jack off slowly while I watched. Sarah looked up and saw me.

“Do you need some relief Dave?”

“I wouldn’t mind some help!”

She looked at Ray, “You know what you need to do cunt, now do it!”

Ray got up and left the room, he came back in a minute and he had some anal lube in his hand.

“Wait a minute Sarah, I didn’t mean that kind of help!”

“Come on, we did what you wanted to do, do this for us! Ray needs a good ass fucking don’t you Ray!”

“Yes Mistress I do!”

“And Lionel is just to large for Ray’s tiny little ass hole!”

I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t really want to fuck Ray. Shit I had done that when I was a teenager with a friend, experimenting with sex, but this was way different! Ray didn’t seem to notice my hesitation or didn’t care because he was on knees and smearing the anal lube on his ass hole. Well, what the fuck, he did suck my cock and I let him. Ray put some of the lube on my dick, jacking me off slowly looking at it like it was a thing of beauty, not something that was fixing to fill his ass up.

Then Ray got up on the bed on his hands and knees, the maids uniform still on, his ass showing. Someone had shaved his ass, cock and balls, speaking of his cock I don’t ever remember seeing it go soft this evening, nor did I ever see him touch it to keep it hard. Lionel was laying on the bed with his legs wide open, his huge black snake hanging between his legs. Ray crawled between them and inhaled the thick black cock. I looked at Sarah then Cherie then at Lionel, Cherie told me.

“Oh go on, he wants it, and we want to see it. Lionel can’t do it. Come on don’t be such a fucking prude, It’s only sex!”

So I got behind Ray and looked at everyone once more the stuck the head of my hard cock at Ray’s puckered asshole I heard Ray moan, I don’t know if it was from feeling my dick at his ass or Lionel’s cock in his mouth, but I could tell he did indeed want this to happen. I pushed my cock towards his ass and with the anal lube I slid right in his hot and ready asshole.

I heard the girls Ohh and Ahh when they saw my cock slide in to Ray’s hot tight asshole. I could not believe how fucking good his ass felt, I’m not gay and I may now be Bi-Sexual, but fuck his ass felt fucking great as it took my cock in it with him not showing any discomfort just another moan. I began to fuck him slowly his ass gripping my cock firmly when I slid it all in.

I never mentioned what Ray looks like, He is a handsome man and at 33 he is still firm not fat, he works out regularly and is fairly well built. He is 5’9″s about 185 pounds. I watched as his back muscles flexed and his ass was firm. Women always stared at him with his blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I had my hands on his hips while I shoved my thick cock in him and Lionel held his head pushing his cock deep in Ray’s mouth.

“You know, men always want to see two women having sex together and think that’s really sexy, But they don’t think that women want to see men together. Shit I think it’s fucking hot to watch men fuck or suck each other.” Cherie said to Sarah.

“I know, if they only knew then I bet more of them would do it.”

I had no comment and Lionel was too busy fucking Rays face to care. I was still amazed that Ray could take as much of that monster Lionel called his dick down his mouth. Ray was holding himself up on one hand and jacking Lionel off with the other, all while moving his ass to get all my cock inside his tight asshole. I still wanted to laugh at the Maids outfit with tits, but didn’t care while I held his hips and rammed my hard cock in his tight ass.

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This is a true story, although some parts may not be completely accurate as I am relying on the memory of something which happened some ten years ago. I must confess, though, that whilst 95% of it is true, Tina did not dance with anyone in the bar – that part is pure fiction, although she did go into the bar dressed like that. Everything else in the story is based on absolute truth.

*

As a bookseller of specialist books, mainly educational and special needs, I had occasion more than once to go into a primary school to see the Head Teacher. It happened that the school I am going to tell a story about had a headmistress, a Mrs. Fletcher. I duly knocked on the door of her study, whereupon a voice called out for me to enter. I walked in to find a quite attractive woman in her thirties squatting down on her heels, knees widely apart, and facing me as she was gathering together some papers. She must not have been expecting me, for in this position it was obvious that she not only was wearing black nylon stockings and suspenders, but she was also not averse to lacy black french knickers, as her loose gusset was distinctly on show.

She blushed momentarily, saying she thought it was one of the infants coming to see her, and stood upright. Her black skirt was fairly short, though, but long enough to cover the tops of her stockings, so that it was not as apparent whether she wore stockings or tights, although I already knew. Her top was a white blouse, though, and, as befitted her profession, quite opaque. Nevertheless I could not help noticing quite firm breasts beneath it. My mind was already looking at her in this way after my initial stroke of luck!

She was quite attractive, as I said, and her manner was quite apologetic, considering that it was me who ought to have apologised for having deliberately stared at her display.

But besides being charming to look at, she also had a charming manner, especially when she laughed, although still a little embarrassed, and said, “But I don’t suppose you saw anything you’ve never seen before, have you?”

There was something about her manner which made me a little flippant, and I answered that I had seen similar before, but not exactly the view she had just shown me. Her embarrassment disappeared quickly, though, and we talked business for a few minutes. Then a remark of hers set me off being flippant again. “You have one or two things here which I have never seen before,” she said, but there was something about her voice which made me risk replying, “Like I have seen some things I had never seen before!”

She looked me fully in the eyes, her eyes doing all the smiling, as she mischievously replied, “Touché. You’d better warn me in advance next time you call in case I don’t have as much on as I did this time!”

The banter seemed to have been leading up to this, although it took some time to reach this stage, but I could sense that she was actually flirting, or even being more daring with her words, as if to see how far I would go/

I risked being thrown out, though, as I decided that she was actually giving me the “come-on”. If I were wrong I would have to leave the entire area quickly, before she reported me to higher authorities. So I risked my next reply.

“You mean you would actually not mind if I saw you like that again?” I ventured, ready to run if necessary.

She smiled, though, as she said, “It all depends. I would not want you running round telling all and sundry. It would not do my reputation much good.”

I felt I was on surer ground from now on.

“I think the answer to that is that I can keep my mouth shut, and in return I’d like to invite you out to my hotel for dinner. May I?”

She hesitated for a moment, and then said, “Are you staying close by?”

I told her that I was actually in a nearby town, and gave her the name of my hotel.

“All right.” she agreed. “I doubt if anyone knows me there, so I’ll come round to the hotel at about seven o’clock, after I have given my husband a meal. I’ll tell him that I have to go to a Head Teacher meeting, and that there will be a finger buffet so that I do not need to eat before leaving home. Where shall I meet you?”

“In the bar,” I answered, inwardly screaming with joy.

“By the way, my name is Christina – Tina for short. Unlike the girl who was called Virginia, and she was called Virgin for short – but not for long!” I know that was an old joke, but that is exactly what she said to me, and so I repeat it now.

I gave her my name, Jeff, and she smiled. “I’ve never been out with a ‘Jeff’: before,” she smiled. “There is always a first time for everything!”

As I made to leave she said, “Shall I come in what I am wearing now, or shall I change first?”

“Entirely up to you,” I replied, and then left her.

But I was now also apprehensive. Had she just been leading me on, or was she being genuine? I would only find out when she either came to the hotel or she didn’t.

I booked a table for two, though, to be on the safe side, and ataşehir escort went into the bar to wait for her, after having a shower, a shave, and applying quite an amount of lotion so as to smell sweet.

I was facing the bar, though, with my back to the door when I heard her voice behind me.

“I’ll have a large gin and tonic,” I heard her say, and I turned to see a real vision. She had been quite professionally dressed when I had met her in school, but now she was more provocatively attired. She had on a one-piece dress, the top of which plunged deeply to below her breasts, giving a view of the swellings at each side of her cleavage. I doubted whether she could have been wearing a bra or it would have shown. The rest of her dress was short but substantial.

We sat down and made small talk as my eyes drank in her attractiveness, and I soon became aware that her skirt was actually much shorter than the one she had worn in school. No stockings were apparent this time – the skirt would have been too short for stockings, or the tops would have been on show. She leaned towards me to whisper, causing her loose top to hang a little forward so that I was looking straight down between her lovely breasts.

“I did decide that I ought to change,” she whispered, leaning even close to me, so as not to be overheard. “And I thought that as you had already seen my sexy panties once you would not be quite as interested in them a second time – so I have left them off! And I’ve left off my stockings and suspenders for the same reason. In fact, apart from my shoes, this mini-dress is all that I am wearing!”

I could scarcely maintain any composure, until she said, huskily, “So shall we eat first, and then I think you should show me your room. I have never been in the bedrooms in this hotel before and I would like to see one in case I have to recommend this hotel to anyone in the future.”

I’ve forgotten what we had to eat, but we got through a whole bottle of wine, then I led the way, as each of us carried a glass – hers with gin, mine with whisky, so that we would have glasses in the bedroom, where I already had two bottles, which I had bought on my way back to the hotel “just in case”.

I was about to take the lift, but she told me that she preferred the staircase so that she could go in front. She was forward! It meant that by following close behind her I had a glorious view right up the rear of her flimsy skirt which swung at each step, although not quite enough to show what she had told me was a bare bottom.

It was enough, though, to make me even hornier, and as I stood aside to let her enter the room ahead of me she calmly walked forwards and shrugged the whole thing off! Apart from her shoes she was completely naked, and she hastily kicked those off, too. She turned to face me, brazenly displaying her well-formed breasts with delightfully hardened tips of her nipples, and an openly displayed pussy as smooth as the day she had been born. “I shaved it especially for you,” she explained. “My husband couldn’t care less. He is only interested about once a month, and that is when he has had a few, just to relieve himself. As soon as he has cum he goes to sleep. Please, Jeff, hug me tenderly. Don’t just fuck me – make love to me. Please.”

For the next couple of hours we cuddled, kissed, stroked, and managed to fuck at least three times, but all part of the loving session we had together. Eventually, though, she had to go home. She gave me her school telephone number so that I could call her whenever I was in the area, and I made sure that I was so for the next three months, about twice a week, when she would come out to my hotel for us to make love.

On one occasion when I called her she said she wanted to see some more books, and would I call with my case. I did so, expecting it to be a genuine request, but I called at the reception office and spoke to her secretary, as was the correct course to take. But the secretary, Sheila, who (I suspected) knew a lot more about my visit than she was letting on, said mysteriously, “Tina is expecting you. But she wants you to knock first and say who you are through the door before she opens it. She says she wants to be sure who it is before she will answer!” She gave me a sly wink, as if to say that she knew what was waiting for me. I did wonder about that, but on my next visit I was actually sure that she knew everything, was also a “confidential” secretary!!!

Anyway, to continue.

I knocked on the door, but there was no reply. I knocked again, then remembered what Sheila had told me, and said quietly, “It is Extra Books Ltd. Are you available, please, Mrs. Fletcher?

I hard a slight shuffle inside the room, and Tina’s voice came back, “Who? I am quite busy at present. What name is it?”

“Jeff,” I called softly, whereupon I heard the key turn in the lock, and Tina’s voice saying, “The door is unlocked now. Please come in.”

I turned the handle and went inside, but she was nowhere to be seen, until she suddenly appeared kadıköy escort bayan from inside a small store-room.

I could now see the reason for her reluctance to open the door to anyone else. She was completely naked! Quickly she crossed to me and we met in a passionate kiss, cupping my balls with one hand as we did so. Next second she had my hard penis in her hand, and was examining it closely, as she said, “If only Sheila could see this now! I have told her how magnificent it is, but a description is not the same as seeing it in the flesh, is it! I would call her in to look, but it would mean she would be out of reception, and someone else could come in without our knowledge. Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, but I have brought my Polaroid camera. Will you please pose for me so that I can give her a print?”

I was a little dubious at first, but then gave in on condition she allowed me to take some of her, too. This we did, and I was so pleased, although I had to keep them in my business brief-case for safety.

After that we fucked on her desk, then again on the floor, until she suddenly jumped up at the sound of the school bell, announcing break period. Quickly we made ourselves respectable, although I was thrilled when she made no move to put on any panties.

She then led me into the staff-room, where she introduced me to the staff as a book representative, and we all drank tea. She then left me for a few minutes, as she had work to do, and called on Sheila to give her a hand.

At the end of the break, though, Sheila returned with Mrs. Fletcher’s apologies, but she had to teach next lesson. She then asked me to pick up an order from her on my way out.

I finished my tea, then picked up my case, and called at the office to ask about the order.

Sheila just grinned and handed me an A4 envelope, and told me to open it when I was in the car!

When I did so, fully expecting the prints that Tina had made, I saw that they were all there, plus another one which I then recognized as Sheila! She was sitting gazing at the easily discernable photograph of my engorged penis in one hand, whilst the other one was noticeably busy. I say busy, as she was sitting with both her feet on the edge of her desk, knees parted, with her hand actually underneath her knickers gusset, obviously playing with herself!

I almost decided to turn back and go in the school again to see her, but if I had been seen someone would have wondered why I had returned. No, I decided. I should leave what I wanted to say to Sheila next time I came to the school.

I did call, in fact, a week later, making the excuse that I was delivering the order, but a stranger was sitting in Sheila’s place. I enquired, and was told that the usual secretary (as I described her) was away with a dreadful cold, and that the one to whom I was speaking (a bit of an ogre, she looked) was temporarily in her place. When I enquired if I could see Mrs. Fletcher I was curtly told that she (the temporary secretary) was perfectly capable of receiving and signing for an order!

So I had to be content with that, but I was also unable to contact Tina as this dragon would have intercepted the call, which had to be made through her.

Anyway, a week later, by turning up outside the school gates early in the morning I noticed that Sheila was back again, and so I waited for school to get started and around 10.00am I telephoned through.

Sheila answered, and I gave my name and asked to be put through to the headmistress (being careful in case anyone else could overhear.) Immediately Tina came through and the first thing she asked me was why I had delivered the order via the secretary and not directly to her. I explained about the ogre, and she laughed.

“She’s not like that, really,” she said. “She was trying to protect me. There are some funny people try to get into schools these days. So if I accept your apology tell me how you are going to apologise.”

“Can I take you out to dinner?” I asked.

“If you want me to do that you can come here in person and ask,” she laughed.

I replaced the phone and drove to the school. As I entered Sheila saw me, grinned, and motioned me to wait a minute. She then picked up the phone, and, presumably, called through to Tina. No-one else was around, and I was amused when she rummaged in her desk, and help up to me the picture of my penis which Tina had taken a couple of weeks ago.

She then put down the phone, and said, enigmatically, “She is getting ready to see you now, so give her a minute, please. And, while you are waiting, can I say that should she ever be too busy any evening, I would not be averse to showing you a few of the sights of this neighbourhood!” And she gave me a broad wink.

But just then the phone went again, and she answered, at the same time pointing me towards Tina’s room.

As was now becoming the norm, as I entered her room the first things I saw were her delicate panties carefully arranged on her desk, indicating the obvious escort maltepe fact that she had already taken them off for me. Tina was sitting back in her chair, her skirt drawn up revealing her stockinged and suspendered thighs but still hiding the object of my immediate passion.

Then, ever so slowly, she peeled back the skirt hem until her puffy lips appeared, glistening and swollen. She remained like this for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped up, snatching the fastening to her skirt and flinging it to one side, before tumbling onto the floor, where she lay back with legs parted, begging for my cock. I was almost as quick, and within a couple of seconds I was inserted right inside, with no attempt at foreplay, which would have been unnecessary as she was already so hot and expectant.

It was while we were so absorbed in each other, though, that we had an annoying interruption. The telephone rang. Now it could only have been Sheila who had put the call through, and (I assumed) she knew that we would be so annoyed at being disturbed, so it must have been urgent for her to have done this.

With a curse Tina grabbed the phone, and almost barked, “Yes?”

She listened momentarily, and then put the phone down with a curse.

“It is the Education Officer to see me.” She said angrily. “What the hell does he think he is doing – interrupting a moment like this?”

As she was speaking she was dressing quickly, and so was I.

In a few seconds we were both respectably dressed, and she was pressing a perfumed spray to hide any smell of sex which might be in the air.

I gave her a quick kiss, then opened the door to thank her audibly for seeing me, and moved towards the office, where a man was talking to Sheila. She looked at me with no sign of knowing me, and I thanked her for allowing me to see Mrs. Fletcher, whereupon she said quite formally, “That’s all right. Shall we see you again next year?”

After these formalities I was able to leave and drove away.

Later that day I telephoned through, but Tina was busy, so Sheila told me, but that she sent her apologies, and Sheila herself sent her own thanks for helping cover up the situation. “And don’t forget,”! she added seductively,” that my invitation is still there for a tour of the neighbourhood should you ever be at a loose end in this area.” And with that the phone went dead.

Next day was Friday, and I called again to apologise if I had compromised Tina in any way, and Sheila put me straight through.

“Oh, I am glad you called,” said Tina. “I must apologise for the interruption yesterday,” she began, but I interrupted her. “That doesn’t matter,” I said. “It is only to be expected from time to time when we are sailing so close to the wind by meeting in school. But I am ringing about another matter. I shall not be going home this weekend. My wife is away on a course, and so I would be on my own. Is there any chance of meeting during the next two days?”

“More a chance than you would imagine,” she almost shouted. “I am going on a course for teachers this weekend, leaving this evening until Sunday evening. I have a friend who would cover for me, if necessary, and I can ask her to do so and to give my apologies, saying that I have a domestic problem to be resolved. Are you staying in the same hotel?”

I told her that I was, and she promised to meet me there. “What is your room number?” she asked. “I can then come straight up to your room.”

I told her, and she then apologised as she had arrangements to make fairly quickly, after promising to come to my hotel as soon as she possibly could, and rang off.

So, at around six o’clock I was sitting in my room, waiting expectantly, when a knock came on the door. I opened it to find Tina, of course, who flung her arms round me as we kissed ardently in the open doorway. When we finally broke away for her to come inside I saw that she was wearing what she would normally wear in school, although she had a small overnight case in her hand.

“I had to pretend, at least,” she laughed. “My husband would have been suspicious had I changed into something sexy to go to a teacher’s conference. But I hope what I have in this case will be more pleasing.”

With that she went to the bed and opened her case, taking out various garments one by one and holding them up as she described them.

“I presume we will be going to dinner together,” she began, as she took out a black silk mini-dress, which seemed sheer enough to be almost transparent.

“Yes,” she giggled. “It is rather see-through, but I intend wearing a bra and panties under it, although it does mean that everyone else would also be able to see them. I’m sure you won’t mind, and I doubt if the waiters will, although there may be some prudes amongst the diners who might. You will have to make sure we are in a more or less secluded corner, won’t you?”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” I told her, as she continued to bring out items.

“So – underneath that dress I shall not wear stockings or tights, but just this bra”, and she held up a black lacy bra which appeared to have quite tiny cups, “and these!” Here she held up a tiny scrap of black chiffon attached to which were two black strings. I doubted whether it would even cover her essentials, but who was I to object?

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The Trial.

Chapter 1. (Francis contemplates her family’s social viability.)

It came to Megan’s attention that sweet, innocent, Francis may be guilty.

The crime—naughtiness in the first degree!

Francis; a sweet tender and loving girl she is, just turning 19. Brought up in a caring supportive family-unit, with contemporary values and run-of-the-mill double-standards; superficial contradictory mores, and hypocritical religious beliefs, from all accounts, a normal, ordinary household, by all current social markers.

Chapter 2. (Francis rates her parent’s psychological relationship.)

The house is alternately dominated by an hysterical mother, and a blasé, cold, affectionless father, who has let-himself-go, and torments his wife by masturbating into his glossy magazine–that he thinks no one knows about–in the bathroom, whilst taking a shit: The dog-eared mag, the one with half the pages stuck together, that he tucks away in the back of the laundry closet, under the folded curtains; a wedding present from his mother, that will never see the light of day again, as long as mommy lives. It’s the safest place, for dad’s rotten sexual displacement material, which keeps the two together, locked in a downward spiraling malaise, into their approaching old age. It’s not pleasant, but more importantly, it is highly predictable, and reliable, and that beats pleasant, or unpleasant, hands down every time.

Chapter 3. (Francis recognizes a pattern.)

Francis, or Fran, as she is affectionately referred to in the house, noticed that her daddy has developed a certain pattern of behavior over the last few months. She has noticed that about ten minutes, or so, after her mommy leaves to do the daily food shopping, daddy rises from the living room couch, in front of the blaring telly, and goes up into the hallway bathroom, the one with the laundry closet in it; the one where his mother’s curtains are laid to rest. He has started to do this almost every day now when mommy is out food shopping. No, not-almost-every day now; but, definitely every day lately.

Chapter 4. (Francis moves to investigate strange noises.)

Wondering what daddy was up to in there: Fran’s curiosity piqued by the odd noises echoing down the hallway; the grunting, the howling and all the panting…? She took it upon herself to investigate, and when she was alone in the house, she climbed up on a chair, and scrapped the paint from the corner of the glass fan-light above the bathroom door one afternoon, when nobody was about.

Chapter 5. (Francis put a stop to Richie, her brother, sniffing her farts, and cunt. It wasn’t proper anymore.)

Fran has a younger brother, he is some 7 years her younger. She finally had to put her foot down with him in the last year though. Up until then, he was very affectionate with her and loved to cuddle up into her budding breasts, and as she sat on the couch watching telly with the rest of the family, he loved to fall asleep with his head snuggled deep into her lap. Even when she farted silently, he wouldn’t move, but sometimes it was very ripe, and he did stir slightly. Fran would giggle, and fart silently all night long, her little brother gasping for air, in her lap. It was rather sexy, she thought. It bonded them together. And it gave her a feeling of power. One night after a huge Sunday dinner, Fran pushed the limit a little too far, and followed through with a fairly large log, that slithered into the gusset of her panties. Richie, her brother woke up with as start, and Fran had to rush off to the bathroom, and throw the turd down the lavatory, and wash her ass. She just folded her panties into the laundry basket for Megan, her mother to do, on wash day.

Chapter 6. (Richie gets a gob full, and sulks when cut off sniffing farts and cunt.))

They had the most enormous skid mark in them, but who would be looking, so she just threw them in there, dried her crotch on the towel, and went back down to watch the telly with the family. Richie snuggled back into her crotch and as the night progressed, her legs got more and more relaxed, and fell open, wider and wider, until Richie’s little face was snug up, and tucked tight into her damp vulva: She wasn’t wearing any panties at the time, considering the accident with the log earlier on.

He would fall fast asleep, sometimes, and when mom and dad finally went to bed, Fran would hold Richie’s, head still between her hands, and rub herself off on him. Using his nose to excite her stiff clitoris. She would come hard on the couch, her legs flying wild apart, up in the air, holding her brothers head steady, using it for her own ends. As she came, she would squirt into his face, and rub it into her pubic hairs to dry him off. Sometimes she would revolve her pelvic region around, until her bung-hole was located on his unconscious lips, and over the tip of his nose. The stimulation of her pooh-pooh hole by the nose, would carry on until it made her open up and let out a very hot silent fart. She would hold him there, and notice the change in his breathing pattern, as he breathed in the thick, methane gas out of her ring. It took a lot of control to meter out pendik escort the gas evenly, and silently, so that the optimal quantity would be breathed in by her lovely brother. Fran felt it was good for him, so she always let him have it, hot and stinky. Lately though, Fran felt that her brother, was sniffing her pussy with intent, and the last time she came in his sleeping face, she thought she felt his tongue darting in and out of her dripping cunt hole. She wasn’t sure if he was totally asleep anymore. And that would be absolutely unacceptable! Why, it would be–perverted! So Fran stopped her brother from sleeping in her lap. He sulked for a whole month.

Fran, though, used her younger brother’s toy periscope to watch her daddy with: Peeping through the scratched paint of the bathroom sky-light window; in the corner.

Chapter 7. (Francis discovers her daddy sniffing her panties.)

Fran was shocked, but also flattered, to find daddy was at the laundry in there. Daddy was sniffing. When she saw it she wet her clean panties–the ones he will be sniffing in two more days, no doubt: A self-serving sexual feedback loop of sorts. Fran ran into her bedroom, and locked the door. After she calmed down, she rubbed herself, and came.

Chapter 8. (Francis’ curiosity kills the cat.)

The very next day, mommy went shopping again, and a few minutes later, daddy went up into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. Fran stole up the stairs, missing-out the ones that creaked, and silently entered her bedroom. She pulled her the periscope out from under the bed that she had pinched from her brother’s toy box, and made her way quietly to the bathroom door. She could hear the strange noises again coming from inside, out through the door. She raised the periscope up into the corner of the sky-light, and brought its lens to peer through the scratched paint, in the corner of the fan-light window. Francis reluctantly stuck her eye into the into the eyepiece, and ogled the view–she shivered, as what she saw registered upon her sensibilities.

Chapter 9. (Francis equates love making with the internal combustion engine.)

Fran saw that daddy rubs himself-off into her dirty panties, whilst sniffing a second pair too. His bulging purple helmet battering into the sticky goo deposit at the center of her discarded knickers, her vaginal cream spreading over his knob-end, and being forced down into the eye of his cock on the down-stroke, as he bottoms-out on the slack of his foreskin. A further downward stretch opens his urethra’s eyelet, like a little goldfish’s mouth feeding at the meniscus of its bowl. If the panties are positioned just right, and just enough space is allowed to accommodate the downward travel, then the creamy gusset will be stretched tight over the top of his red knob; just as his little eye blinks open, gobbling minute quantities of Fran’s love-tunnel deposit. Exactly as it would if he were having intercourse with her: When, on the in-stroke, as her vaginal muscles clamp tight around his throbbing shaft, and he runs out of foreskin, his little gold-fish mouth opens just as it batters into her weeping cervix. The juice from inside her womb, having been sucked out through the cervix, by the pumping, and piston action of his massive thrusting cock, fills up the top of her vaginal tunnel, whereby on his next deep thrust, the thick, viscous, pungent womb syrup, laced with estrogen, is forced deep down his urethra, by the combined events of his rock-hard plunger, thrusting forward, compressing the fluid high up in her tunnel, whilst simultaneously running out of foreskin, as she grips his shaft tight with her vulva muscles, pulling the eye open, injecting her brew, all the way down its center shaft’s tube, basically force-feeding him directly from the womb with hot a potent estrogen brew, via the urethra tube of his gulping proboscis. Bathing his balls, in her peaceful elixir, nullifying the inherent violence of his own testosterone poisoning. Putty in her hands he becomes, as calm as a little lamb, as faithful as a puppy-dog, as she feeds him more of her concoction, holding him by the ears, as he obediently laps and ingests more and more of her chemicals and hormones directly from her driveling cunt.

Chapter 10. (Francis is awed by the size of her daddy’s cock.)

Fran could hardly believe how big daddy is between the legs. No wonder she used to hear mommy screaming and moaning late into the night, something about her ass-hole was going to split into two, and her constant pleading that he not take it out just yet, or she would follow through and shit all over him. Then she would hear daddy moaning and complaining and calling her a bitch, and for her to get some paper towels. And mommy fighting back telling him that that thing is too big for anyone’s ass-hole, and that if he can’t handle her shit, then he should stay out of her ass altogether!

Now, finally Fran understood! She saw daddy, sitting there on the pan, with that fearful, wonderful–thing–arcing out from between his hairy center. A strident 14 measures long, to the inch, at least, and the head—a wonton, bulbous, 4 sexual parsecs in diameter at the maltepe escort hood! It looked like a baby’s arm holding a large hothouse tomato in its tiny grip.

Chapter 11.

Apparently, daddy was seen to be frantically polishing the rigid shaft of his manhood, by his devoted daughter, Francis, and the polishing rag used; that of her panties, draped over it, like a veil over a coffin of a stiff dignitary, with a second pair of her stinky knickers pulled over his head, sniffing at her creamy gusset that she laid-down specifically with him in mind–Fran always wears her panties for three days, just for her daddy–and looking through the leg-holes, down at the open magazine on the floor, between his legs, he starts to writhe around on the toilet seat. Fran knows then that he is about to come. Her panties are being blown out, then alternately sucked in, as her daddy gasps for air, then he groans, and stiffens rigid; shudders and shakes, and fills the gusset of her panties to the brim with his cream. On a few occasions, he has burst clean through the fabric of her knickers with his rod, and Fran is amazed to see spurt after spurt of thick, white, cream shoot high up into the air, in a perfect arc, that lands halfway across the bathroom. The first two or three shots go the furthest, usually hitting the shower curtain, and the subsequent loads diminishing in both height and distance. After the last few puny loads of cream spill out of her daddy, driveling down his softening shaft, over Fran’s wrecked panties, and dripping off his clenched hand, he slumps back on the pan, blowing and grunting the panties inflating and deflating slower and slower, as the orgasmic rush leaves him. When this happens Fran tip-toes back to her bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her, hiding the periscope under her bed, and lays on the bed, pretending to read. She can hear her daddy trying to clean up the semen with what sounds like handfuls of toilet tissue. When he has finished Fran creeps into the bathroom. She always finds at least one load that her daddy missed, and scoops it up with her fingers for him, and sucks them clean. Fran has never seen such a huge long cock, and her daddy’s balls are enormous. She usually keeps count of how many loads he shoots out. Twelve is the record, but that was because mommy didn’t go shopping for three days last month, his little ball-sack must have been bursting with come. If Fran looks in the trash later, she invariably will find her torn panties stuffed in the bottom of a tin can, with a ball of toilet tissue rammed on top for camouflage, and the lid folded back down over it. Fran’s daddy is very crafty and careful, but he can’t fool Fran. Fran’s mother is always puzzled and perplexed on laundry days, when one of Fran’s panties goes missing, and she questions Fran about it, but what can she say? She just shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head, and Megan, her mother, looks at her with squinted eyes and says,

“I just hope you are not doing anything that you shouldn’t be doing down there at the college! I don’t like this new crowd you’re hanging out with lately.”

I say, “Oh…mom, don’t be silly. They’re just friends, that’s all.”

Daddy hides behind his paper.

Daddy is still quite limber, and lately, if he happens to break through my gusset with his over zealous pumping, he has taken to tearing the panties off his head, and grabbing his head at the back and pulling it down hard. Daddy is so long that her can get the entire head of his purple, magenta helmet all the way in his mouth, and I can see his balls dancing up and down in their sack, as he unloads into his mouth, rubbing his pulsating shaft furiously, and pulling his head up and down in a bobbing motion. I can hear him swallowing his hot, creamy loads, one after another, and see his Adam’s apple, going up and down in unison with his balls. Sometimes he can’t swallow fast enough and the thick, creamy syrup squirts out of the corners of his mouth, and sometimes he’s not fast enough, getting his cock-head into his mouth, and the first shot, goes straight up his nose, or into his eye, or right over his head altogether and lands in his hair or down his back.

Most times though, daddy , is more careful, and just fills my panties with his loads, then wipes his knob end and throws the panties back in the laundry bin, covering them over with a handful of clothes, and he’s done for the day, and saunters off back to the coach to watch the telly.

I sneak into the bathroom and rummage through the laundry until I find the panties that daddy used to unload into, and I run back to my room and lock the door.

I open them up slowly, and find a huge load of Thick, white creamy goo filling my knickers. If I am quick enough, the sperm hasn’t liquefied yet, and is still the consistency of whipped cream, or cold custard.

I pull my panties off, and get my vibrator out from my locked trinket box under my bed, and dive onto the bed. I build up the pillows behind me, and pull my legs up over my shoulders, threading my arms and upper body through my open legs. I push my feet through the rungs of the headboard behing me, and lock my ankles there. kartal escort Then I dip my vibrator into daddy’s cream and do both my holes using daddy’s thick white treacle as lube. Some times I push the loaded gusset all the way into my love-tunnel, and some of it into my bung-hole with the pointy end of my vibrator, then I buzz my clitoris, licking the end of my vibrator, every few seconds until I come.

Sometimes I leave my panties stuffed into my holes for hours, and almost come at the dinner table just knowing that daddy’s come is being eaten by my vagina and ass-hole, right there in front of mommy. I love that.

After dinner, I excuse my self to the bathroom, and pull the panties out of my holes. They are very smelly and wet, but most of daddy’s come is now inside me. I hide my panties deep down in the laundry basket, to dry out before mommy does the wash.

My period came very late last month. I thought I was pregnant. Daddy would have to divorce mommy, of course, if I was, and marry me. I would make him do it! I know he secretly wants to. I would be a loving wife to my daddy. And he wouldn’t need that magazine any longer, and he wouldn’t have to sneak into the bathroom and rub his cock on my panties like that while mommy is out shopping everyday, and he wouldn’t have to suck his own rod, and swallow his own come. I would do all of that for daddy. I would love to do that for him.

Chapter 12.(Francis is suspected by her fastidious mother, Megan, of shamelessly gallivanting with men, and carousing with those floozies of hers that she calls–friends.)

Megan first became suspicious of her daughter’s possible goings’-on when she noticed something out of the ordinary whilst doing the weekly wash. Francis had started hanging out with a new crowd at college, and Megan sensed something in her demeanor of late that piqued her motherly sense of alarm. It was difficult to put one’s finger on it exactly, but Francis seemed to exude a suppression of–guilt, hidden beneath a happy-go-lucky outer facade.

Chapter 13.

Megan turned her daughter’s skimpy little soiled panties inside-out for the washing: She noticed two heavy stains in the gusset. They were dried beige-colored crystalline deposits encrusting a softer gooey middle. One was centered about where her daughter’s love-tunnel rests throughout the day, and the other sat a few inches back toward the rear of there; where her pooh-hole resides.

Chapter 14.

Megan sniffed and tasted the gummy, crusted, deposits. Alarm bells went off in her head! She knew the taste of dried come from old a mile away. She sniffed deeply of the panties, and to be sure she rubbed the gooey center over the taste-buds at the back of her tongue, swilling the sample around her pallet like a wine taster, and sniffing and snorting the scent from her daughter’s reconstituted drippings.

During the swallowing, Megan confidently detected a concentrated admixture of men’s semen mixed in with Francis’ love-cave-cream, and bung-hole-mud. Megan had blown enough cock, and licked more gash than anyone she knew during her college days, and just for old-times-sake, she adroitly turned the washer-dial-knob around to the spin-cycle setting, whilst reaching under her short skirt at the same time.

Megan is expert at raking her panty-gusset over her Mount-of-Venus, at a moment’s notice, latching it down into the cleft between her vulva and thigh: Securing it–out of the way–readying her vent for-action, and it got plenty of action in her time, believe me: Tucking the damp, sticky, fabric safely into her pungent groin.

Megan, lost in olfactory nostalgia, lifted her open vulva up onto the corner of the cool, oscillating, machine–and came hard sucking the remnant stains out of the tiny panties: She needed to be absolutely sure of her findings before taking action…!

Chapter 15.

Megan sucked her daughter’s gusset clean before she slithered off the corner of the washer, falling back against the wall of the laundry room, panting and groaning and sucking hard on her rigid, red, hot nipples, as she tore her blouse open yanking her bra up around her neck, and roughly hiking two overflowing handfuls of ample breast high-up off her chest, and inserting their teats into her mouth. She sucked and bit on the stiff deep-brown nipples, and lurched forward once again locating her clitoris back up onto the violently wobbling machine: The corner of it–pushed as far as she could manage into her gaping, dripping, love-hole. She came again, almost instantly, and this time her feet actually left the ground, and with perfect balance, an gripping the sides of the vibrating washer with her powerful thighs, she pivoted, humping wildly, with the corner of the machine fucking her hole relentlessly. This time she came long and intense, and pissed everywhere. Megan’s husband, called down the stairs into the basement wondering what all the noise was about? Megan gathered enough composure to answer back that she was just singing as she did the laundry, her hubby grunted and told her to keep it down, her couldn’t here the T.V. with all the racket! Megan slid off the corner of the washer, and fell backward into the pile of dirty laundry, biting her nipples hard, and squirting golden piss up into the air, as wave after wave of thundering orgasm rocketed through her quaking body: Megan composed herself once more and hollered in a calm, and convivial voice:

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Amrita, my brother’s wife always held a charm in her face as though nothing under the sky could ever snatch her smile. It was during her marriage with Kirti, my elder brother that I saw her for the first time and could not help feeling somewhat jealous about my brother. She stood around 5’5″ with a body that would inspire any woman around her. Did I mention about her breasts which looked fabulously at a 34D. Her medium sized areolas were crowned with somewhat long and hard nipples. She seemed to be keen in trimming her pussy which just had a thin hair cover. (She was lying naked on the bed next to me and hence I can vouch for all those descriptions.)

Amrita was sleeping leaving gentle breaths, making her splendid naked boobs rise up and down as she heaved. Although the doors and windows were closed, I could still hear the noise of heavy downpour outside, typical in this part of the country during this time of the year. I got off the bed, moving to the balcony and started rewinding the sequence of events that took place.

Kirti, my elder brother is not the kind of person to deserve any betrayal from his own brother or wife. Being the big brother, he had always held the family in his command and all of us have always been more than willing to obey him. It would be a futile exercise to search for any excuse to have slept with his wife while he was away. But, that exactly had happened today although I wouldn’t have refused even if it had come earlier.

I reached here in the morning, without even the slightest clue about how events were waiting to unfold for me. Immediately after I pressed the doorbell, Amrita opened the door within seconds with her typical magic smile flashing at me.

“Hey Munna!” She exclaimed. “I was thinking who in the world would come when it is raining like hell outside.”

She released the chain guard as she opened the door wide enough to let me in. Even as I was getting in, heavy drops of rain began blowing sending a few drizzles inside the room.

“Get inside fast,” Amrita wasted no time in shutting the door in a hurry once I entered. “It is raining like hell.”

I settled on the chair, pulled out my hanky and began wiping my face. Amrita said, “Wait, I will get you a warm towel.” She rushed inside even before I could say anything and came back almost running with a nice towel. I hesitantly took the towel and began drying my hair, neck and face while she kept watching me sitting right opposite to me. I walked towards the washing machine as I was conversant with the topography of the house, left the towel in it and returned to the drawing room where she was sitting.

“Where is Kirti?” I asked as I sat down.

“He has gone to Lucknow,” Amrita replied in a surprised tone. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No,” I replied shaking my head. “It has been since long that he spoke to me.”

Amrita looked surprised as she said, “For that reason, he doesn’t talk to me very often either.”

We both laughed for a while before I spoke again, “I guess his new job might be quite hectic.”

“You can say that,” Amrita heaved as she replied. “He has to travel a lot nowadays.”

“I wish I called over phone before coming,” I said in somewhat a regretful tone.

“Why?” Amrita queried. “Who says that you can come here only when your brother is around?”

“I never meant that,” I quipped, “I was just thinking that the long travel in this heavy rain has gone for nothing.”

“Don’t say that,” she placed a finger on her lips. “You are going to get a nice cup of coffee.”

I smiled in agreement as I badly needed a hot cup of coffee after being slogged like a bullock in the rains. She stood up immediately and walked towards the kitchen as I began browsing the newspapers kept on the tray. I had enough time to take off my monsoon shoes and got rid of my jersey which weighed like an elephant on me before Amrita returned with two cups of coffee. We didn’t speak much till we had the last sip after which I thought for a while if it was time for me to leave.

“You must be thinking about leaving,” She spoke with a smile while I was almost stunned.

“How did you know?” I was really amazed.

“I think you are a bit scared of your sister in law,” She laughed as though she had cracked some joke.

“Not really,” I retorted. “I like being here.”

“That is when your brother is at home,” she was cutting me short.

I smiled and admitted, “I meant I like you.”

“That must be a lie?” Amrita clapped her hands. “Then why should you think of leaving?”

“Ok,” I replied politely. bursa escort “I am not leaving till you want me to leave.”

“That sounds wonderful,” She smiled. “You are a nice boy.”

“You are a beautiful woman,” I uttered these words and soon realized that I had gone overboard. She laughed again as though she didn’t realize that those words came out from the bottom of my heart.

“You are trying to flatter me.”

“No,” I gathered some more courage and said. “I have been missing you ever since I started living alone.”

For a while the room remained silent to the hilt with the only exception of the noise of the heavy downpour getting in through the ventilators.

“I think I must stop calling you bhabhi; I want to call you Amrita,” I continued to move further.

“I would love that too,” Amrita spoke in a soft voice. “After all, you are of my age”

“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you Amrita.”

She blushed instantly hearing me call her by name. Her eyes were glowing brighter than what they looked like when I had arrived.

“I like you Munna,” said Amrita. “You are such a nice guy.”

“I am crazy about you,” I reciprocated. “You are just out of this world.”

We were now glancing at each other, smiling occasionally before as she stood up, gathered the empty coffee cups and started walking towards the sink. My eyes were now pinned on her swaying butt cheeks. I thought for a while before following her to the kitchen as she deposited the cups in the sink and turned around slowly obviously knowing that I was right behind her. I couldn’t recall when I had entered her kitchen during those few months I stayed there. I could see the heavy rains lashing outside through the kitchen window, nothing compared to my desires which were pouring through my eyes.

“So, what brings the crazy man inside the kitchen?” She smirked although her eyes descended from my face unable to cope up with the glowing lust in my eyes. My hands stretched forward to hold her lips and gave it a gentle press. Her face grew red instantly feeling my fingers on her soft pinky lips.

“Hi Crazy! You shouldn’t touch your brother’s wife,” She hushed while my fingers stayed on her lips for a while. My eyes soon trailed downwards to stare at her blouse clad left breast which was partly visible under her saree which had gone ajar. She was about to slide her saree enough to cover her peeping breast before I placed my hands on it.

“My busy brother seems like working overtime with these,” I winked and smiled. “They seem to get softer all the time.” My palm closed on her left breast to gently squeeze her breasts making her rise on her heels a couple of inches from the floor.

“Seems like you have been watching them for sometime,” She spoke while her eyes remained closed. I gripped the breast harder as she hurled her head backwards. I saw no reason to prolong this teasing game any further as I relieved her for a moment and took a step back. I waited till she opened her eyes fully and once she did, I began unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes widened for a split second before she blushed and took her hands to cover her face. I acquitted my pant and underwear and stood showing my hard boner raring to go at my brother’s wife.

“Open your eyes and tell me,” I spoke excitedly. “Are we going to the bedroom or get on with it right here?”

Amrita freed her face, looked at me standing naked to the hilt in front of her, heaved a sigh and muttered, “Should we go this far, Munna?”

I held her by her shoulders and pulled her on my bare chest while she trembled for a while.” We need to shed off these inhibitions Amrita.” I whispered into her ears.” I know you are struggling to overcome your craving to get fucked by your husband’s brother. I don’t stand a chance of getting another day to fuck you in the near future. Why don’t we walk to the bedroom and do it for good?”

“But,” She stammered. “They say bhabhi is just like one’s mother.”

“Shut up,” I told her calmly. “If you were my mother, I would have still fucked you.”

I hardened my hug and felt that her nipples had gone hard as they pressed against my chest. Once I was convinced that she was aroused, I began hugging her even harder as my growing dick brushing up against her. Suddenly a loud thunder was heard and immediately Amrita wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As I looked down, our lips were just a couple of inches from each other’s. I had no hesitation whatsoever in planting my lips on hers as she grew stiff in my hands. For a moment, I thought those lips might have been kissed a hundred bursa escort bayan times by my own brother but soon brushed it off. After a momentary hesitation, she got involved in the kiss and began fondling me like a passionate lover. I began walking towards the bedroom and once we reached there, it was she who jumped on it as if she was desperate to get fucked by me.

“You are not yet ready,” I reminded her sitting on the edge of the bed. She smiled, stood up, got off the bed and began disrobing her saree. Within seconds, she got rid of whatever she was wearing and stood like a naked angel in front of my eyes. Her eyes struggled to see mine as I felt aflame with arousal to see her without even an inch of cloth on her. Once again, I faintly remembered my brother might have seen her naked countless times. She took her position on the cot although I could still sense a flicker of fear and hesitation in her eyes. I moved close to her and pressed my face against her naval.

“Kirti,” She hissed immediately after feeling my lips on her flat silky stomach.

“I am not Kirti; I am Munna,” I looked up and said. She sat up once and pushed my face away.

“No Munna,” She shook her head in disbelief. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Your brother is too nice to be cheated.”

I watched her as she jumped off the bed and started gathering the clothes she had stripped off a few moments ago. I felt disappointed for a moment to have come so close to enjoy my brother’s wife whom I have fantasized for more than five years. But, it seemed like she had managed to overcome her sexual impulse and there is no way I could force her.

“We should better forget whatever happened today,” Amrita said as she got inside her petticoat. “We should keep our relationship untainted as before.”

I looked down to see that my dick which stood high and hard a few moments ago, had begun to sag gradually. I wrapped it with my left hand and helplessly began stroking it desperately as I needed some outlet for all the sexual arousal I have had during the past few minutes.

“Munna! What are you doing?” Amrita looked shocked. “Are you shagging?”

I was in the mood to reply after all my feelings have fizzled out because of her reluctance. I was about to close my eyes to enjoy myself before Amrita started talking again.

“I know you are disappointed,” Amrita spoke with obvious regret in her tone. “I just can’t do it; I don’t know how did I let so many things happen today?”

“It’s ok,” I said with frustration. “I need to do something to get back to normalcy. You have taken me to a height from where I cannot roll myself down.”

“I am sorry.”

Much to my delight, she started loosening her petticoat with a smile and began walking towards the bed again. She slowly got on the bed, came close to me and started stroking my cheeks with her hands.

“I think it must be ok if we did once,” She smiled again. I felt myself back in the oven again as my dick sprung back to its vigorous best. I kissed her on her neck, moved my head further down before it settled right in between her wonderful naked breasts. Amrita took my right hand and guided it to her wet pussy.

“This belongs to my husband,” she whispered. “But I have to oblige today; for the sake of my husband’s beloved brother.” I gasped in excitement before running my fingers up and down her wet slit.

“Use your fingers first I,” Amrita sounded as though she was begging. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

I cupped her right breast with one hand to squeeze her tit, the other hand attempted to make its entry inside her waiting pussy. Although I was feeling impatient with my dick raring to go, I still was getting aroused even more to see how she was reacting to my fingers doing the job. She motioned her hips to let me have the vantage position to get along nicely while her right palm settled on the big head of my ever hardening dick to wrap it gently.

“I can’t imagine that I am soon going to have it inside me,” Amrita whispered and kissed on the tip of dick, sending me wild with the feel of her tongue on the cone. She looked at me for a second after I couldn’t resist a gentle groan before my rigid dick began getting a series of kisses. She as though not content with mere kissing, began licking right from the base to the head covering the entire meat from all sides. She cupped my balls once before she took my entire dick in her wet mouth bathing my meat with her saliva.

I preferred to lie back on the bed while Amrita continued with the blow job of my life. My fingers reached over her pussy escort bursa and began stroking all around her moist slit. I immediately feel a tender shiver going through her body once my fingers touched her soft fleshed pussy. I decided to give her some more excitement and let two fingers inside her clit and began moving in and out somewhat gently. She immediately released my dick from her mouth and swung back to bang on the pillows letting a loud moan.

“Ohhh Yes!” She muttered with a smile. “Your brother too does that to me.”

I was slightly angry as she unnecessarily reminded my brother while I was all set to fuck his wife on his very own bed. I decided to vent my anger in her pussy as I began driving my fingers faster and faster in and out of her pussy as her body shook feverishly.

“Did my brother did like that?” I grinned and kept my fingers move faster inside her clit. “Tell me, will you speak about him again?”

“Noooooo!” she screamed with mixed feelings of both joy and agony. “I won’t talk about him.”

“That’s better,” I smiled, stopped fingering her pussy but not before she experienced a mini orgasm throwing drops of her juices on to my fingers.

“Now let me eat your pussy,” I leaned without waiting for her consent and began lashing my rough tongue on her oozing pussy. She began grinding her hips as I gathered gradual speed with my tongue and lips working in tantrum to lick and suck her sexy clit. Her hands clutched my hair in a cluster and pulled it hard against her slit while I drove my tongue deep inside her. She screamed in joy unable to bear the feel of my tongue brushing all over her womanhood with hunger. Her orgasm was complete this time around as her juices flowed like a spring from her expanded pussy while she gasped deep in pleasure. I looked up after gulping her feminine syrup and saw her lying with spread legs; boobs swelling in and out as she gasped; her nipples standing hard and erect as if it could drill inside wood. I plunged onto her boobs and began licking and sucking her boobs with a hunger that I have had for five years. My hands reached to each one of her boobs, squeezed them while my thumbs pressed hard on the top of her nipples, tweaking them and kneading them.

“Oh, Why so much?” she kept murmuring as I jumped from one boob to another giving equal attention to both her sexy globes.

“Munna!” She yelled. “You are the horse I was looking for; let me ride you.”

Saying this, with unbelievable strength she rolled me over, and positioned herself above me with her pussy tantalizingly close to my erect long dick. She closed her eyes and hissed before kneeling over my manhood and began sliding her wet pussy lips up and down on my shaft. I hadn’t finished with her boobs yet as I kept massaging and sucking them. Amrita elevated her ass to let my dick to the wide opening of her ready pussy by holding by her hand.

“That’s it,” I laughed in joy as Amrita settled down on my dick with her body weight slowly getting on my dick. As if she wanted to have the entire length of my dick in her, she began rocking and grinding her hips. I could see a broad smile on her face once my long dick smoothly slid into her pussy. Amrita winked at me once before starting to fuck me at a hectic speed. I initially felt difficult to breathe although I soon recovered to cope up with her frantic fucking pace.

“Hi! My bhabhi is fucking me,” I smirked as she kept jumping on my cock.

“Don’t…..hhhhuh…say…..that…..word….ohhh….bhabhi,” She pleaded as she moaned.

“Bhabhi..Bhabhi,” I began thrusting my hips upwards to bang my thighs against her thighs while she kept humping on me. ” I will say a thousand times…my sexy bhabhi…oh my brother’s slut wife.”

Soon her pace went beyond my control as after a few minutes, my dick went rigid for a split second before sending splashing loads of my thick cum inside my brother’s wife. Amrita didn’t seem to realize that I had climaxed as she kept jumping before she lost her balance once my dick began to shrink. After feeling me jerk beneath she went still. Amrita soon fell on me pressing her naked chill breasts on my chest. I felt a few drops of tears falling from her eyes on my chest and I reached out to lift her face.

“Why are you crying?” I asked.

“We did the wrong thing; we cheated your brother,” she broke down.

I kissed her on her forehead and said, “Don’t worry! From now onwards let him remain your husband while I will be your lover.”

Amrita got down from the bed and, “Munna, you better leave at once.”

I did leave that day knowing very well that there will be another day when my brother might be on another tour; knowing that Amrita would let me in to the house again; knowing that she would let me do all that I have done on that wonderful rainy day.

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I’m not out to make a distinction here. I enjoyed what I did and that’s enough.

Of course, titillating circumstances contributed much to my sexual development. It punctuated my life with honest pride, in which later, I found myself absorbed. Yet, five fabulous years of reckless wallowing in the mud can make even a pig like me feel bloated, full.

What else can a number of men offer but his cock? Whether rigid, stout, massive or long, it remains their first instrument of choice for instant pleasures. But when it becomes limp, everything else vanishes with it. So that eventually, I sought once more what I cherished before—the warmth, sincerity, and comfort of my father’s love—true, honest, and real no matter how we endured.

You see, I had an intimate relationship with my dad, which turned complicated. I was not expecting others to understand it, corrupting our situation with their malicious minds, waggling their dirty fingers at our brief, wonderful love affair. I guess I was either too naïve or just dumb, or simply stupid at the time…

“Honey, will you drive Tia to school? I’m late for my appointment!” shrieked Rona, my mother, already on her way to the garage, adding kindling to the tempest in my flesh. It was only 5:30 in the morning when I heard her called my dad. I had a restless sleep, rolling anxious in bed, aroused and dreamy, half-naked in a sheer chemise. My hands kept sliding between the inner smoothness of my thighs, my fingers inserted deep in my pussy hoping to calm the wet excitement oozing so hot and sticky inside.

My breasts shook proud, engorged with the heat of my lust this early in the morning as I rubbed myself vigorously. My nipples popped out, indecent and puffy while my fingers traced and squeezed the pointed succulence of my tits—ooh, so silky and warm!—yearning for a lover’s greedy mouth. Cradling the roundness of both, I crushed the velvety softness hard against my arms, gasping at the tingling pleasures at the hardened tips.

I stood up, feverish, catching my breath. I inhaled deep. I can’t wait any longer—my wetness raged, smouldering in my pussy. My luscious tits bobbed, felt wicked and vulgar in my flimsy dress, waiting for someone’s lips to slurp and gobble up each mouthful, to suck and nibble its ample globes. In a rush, as I made sure I heard Mom starting her car—and without bothering to change my clothes or check how I looked—I went downstairs.

I found my dad sitting at breakfast in the kitchen nook and yelled also, “I’m late, too, Dad!” surprising him. I mimicked Mom, shouting for her benefit so she will not suspect. I kissed my father, unmindful of my nakedness bared in the sheer night dress falling off one shoulder, and allowed him to see my sexual cravings already bursting in the yielding warmth of my flesh.

My father laughed, and kissed me also on the cheeks. But without hesitation, pulled me closer and embraced me tight as our lips met—our tongues ravenous—entwining, licking the heat of our lusts within. I sat astride on his lap at once and felt little prodding eruptions tickling my whole body, his hands groping free all over me—pulling, squeezing, stroking further under my chemise the fire already ablaze within me before I went downstairs. Our warm breaths merged in every excited exhalation, eager and wanting as always for the touch of each other’s skin.

Oh, how I love my father! His natural scent mixed with the aroma of fresh ground coffee, blended with the earthy scent of raw clay and glaze paints he used in his studio—his muscles, strong, firm, and tireless after long hours of moulding, shaping earthenware—excited me anytime I’m with him. Long-haired in casual dreads and often in baggy clothes—a loose rock t-shirt and faded shorts with his bright orange crocks, his favourites—he’s an artist so open and candid with me, treating me more like a bestfriend without any pretentions, excuses, or show of parental authority—especially, when we’re together alone.

“Hey, baby, what’s up…,” he muttered in my ears, while I pushed myself down on his lap in a circular rhythm, testing his arousal, teasing his cock, glancing in a hurry where Rona could be. I felt Dad’s cock hardened. Elongated more, as I moaned delighted, kissing his neck. “You’re so hot and wet like your pussy, Tia,” he whispered, and fingered me slow and deliberate. His strong large fingers wriggled gently between the lips, seeking deeper the slippery warmth raging inside, opening my thighs wide as I quivered involuntarily in ecstatic pleasures.

A tremor so sweet and exciting jolted and seized me, permitting my father to fondle and feel with abandon the simmering lust in my wet pussy. His fingers stroked the fat lips, while his large thumb pressed and tickled lightly the uncontrollable excitement wrapping my moist clit. His mouth, like a suction cup, gripped my breasts one at a time—alternating, swallowing, igniting the purest pleasures provoking my indecent moans.

“Oohmm, Dad—Daad, bursa escort oohh!” He sucked my tits, my nipples; his lips and tongue tasting, tickling, teasing the luscious plumpness of each. I gasped, giggled loud, and squirmed. My hips trembled and I let go, gyrating, mashing my naked pussy on his cock, digging it free from his shorts as soon as we heard Mom’s car zoomed out of the driveway.

I was no longer a virgin, to my dad’s consternations, shock, and regret when we first fucked. I was eighteen when it happened and became his captured and obedient beloved pet, although he did not expect it to be so, even if he wanted me that much. I guess I was in love with him all this time, and our feelings were mutual.

We kept a discreet agreement between us, unspoken and erotic, yet clear and certain as my alluring sexuality betrayed its raging peak. Often, I would find him staring at me, eyeing my body where I sat in my skimpiest shorts and shredded tank top. My choice of clothes around him whenever we’re left alone in the house, allowing him a peek at the lips of my pussy, the bountiful swells of my breasts, the luscious bounce of my butt. He knew I don’t wear any undies, especially when Mom was out.

It’s my costume of seduction, enjoying the torrid temptation no matter what small opportunity found us alone anywhere in the house. Blossoming at eighteen, I was a sexually active woman-child, a nymph cavorting with my dirty desires glimpsed in my passionate, innocent eyes—my full lips wild and pouting, begging for his attention and love.

I was confident Rona will not catch or notice us, either with Dad stroking my pussy in the car or sucking and mashing my tits behind the door. Or me, giving him a blowjob under the table or when we both hide, fucking, bent in the laundry room, wherever and whenever a chance came up.

“Am I beautiful, Dad?” I asked him often, flirting with him, fingers caressing his face, loving every moment we shared, demanding his devotion reserved only to me—wanting him, watching him, wooing him—often jealous of my Mom.

I tore off my night dress and shoved the softness of my aching tits in his face again, the delectable mounds brushing, melting against his greedy lapping lips. His cock enlarged some more, elongated further, then glided its full length and rigid mass inside my hot slippery pussy. I felt his massive cock tore open my hole, entered and pounded my pussy without hesitation or regard for my youth or delicate beauty, sending torrents of prickly shivers in my flesh—a thrilling sensation I only felt with him, always.

“I want you, Dad…,” I whispered, bucking on his lap, licking his ears; my pussy pushed down in slow pumping motion on his cock with all my weight. “You’re on my mind all night, Dad—you know, caressing me, loving me—oohh, oohh!!” I said, moaning with the electrifying heat of pleasures coursing through my flesh, nibbling his face as his initial hesitation with Mom catching us doused off quickly.

Dad was aware I was already immersed in my wanton eagerness even before he ate me for breakfast. To secretly fuck during breakfast before he drives me off to school was a shared habit— knocking me out of my mind with wicked ecstasy—if Mom was out, like today. We did it right beside the breakfast table, amidst the clutter of plates, glasses, cups, fruits and food. Dad devoured me, eating me in a lazy deliberate way, pouring honey on the jutting cones of my breasts—laughing and smirking as my body shuddered, tickled—massaging and stroking my fiery desires with his mouth and lips.

We kissed, long and languorous while he quickly lifted and fondled my breasts, squeezing both. He milked the pointed nipples with his large strong hands, moulding and kneading hard the globes in circular motions along its tips—my pussy wobbled, folded and dripped in uninhibited wetness, rubbing in anxious rhythm against his hairy crotch—his cock thumping inside me up to the hilt in a deliberate, naughty tickle.

He grabbed my hands with a sudden forceful jerk, steadying my body. My arms stretched on my sides, my shoulders straight—bobbing out my breasts, bared obscenely in his face. He burrowed greedily again, his face squashing my tits, harsh and wild with savage abandon. Like an obedient servant, I obliged my master—a strict, demanding teacher to an adoring pupil—his rigid cock pumping upwards, relentless, ravaging my youth, fucking my innocence to shreds with brutal pleasures of carnal madness.

I felt his cock sliding in and out inside me, hard and massive in length and girt, pushing deeper in each eager stroke, separating wide my quivering hole…The tickling sensation growing stronger and powerful, the mounting pleasures trembling in my flesh—my body quivered from the top of my head to my toes. I can no longer delay the swelling delirious thrills.

My legs kicked out. I wriggled—a captive, simmering animal unable to escape the excitement of lascivious delights. My head bounced bursa escort bayan back, my body tipped away from him, my whole being shuddering in shameless spasms. His massive erection pumped continuous and jabbed upwards deep inside the soft, warm hole of my pussy—the smacking, sloshing, slushy rhythm of our union our lusty music in the kitchen nook—as I squeezed his cock, too, his face contorting in a smirk of pleasures surging within him.

It was a trick I probably inherited from Mom. Thrilled to hone it later in school—cutting bananas and breaking raw eggs with my sorority pals—then practiced it alone with my sex toys and wanton experiences with strangers, boyfriends, and a handful of lucky profs. But I still have to try opening a beer bottle, though I think, it would be much later.

Dad treated me as his whore whenever we fucked, his forbidden bitch in the house, his lovable toy and pet, excited to rape me each time. The cruel, almost violent manner with which he fucked me chilled my flesh, terrified my senses, humiliated my being, tore my values and discarded my morality, reducing me to an unspeakable creature of carnal delights—and yet, I glowed with it—I loved it!

I enjoyed fucking my father too much. After all, I am a dirty slut as I rode his cock while he bucked like a horse, counter pounding his heavy upward thrusts each time. I started to slobber, whimpering—a moaning, quivering slave of his pleasures on the verge of losing my sanity. The bursts of delicious ripples gushed out spreading wild in my trembling body, coming one after the other in successive, explosive force.

“Dad…Oh, Daddy—oohh, oohmm!!” I cooed, and showered his face and neck with lewd wet kisses. My fingers gripped him tight, clawing his arms as I wilted at the onset of my squirting series of eruptions. I felt my body convulsed, arching wild backwards while he held my arms—the heat of youthful, reckless arousals overwhelmed me early—spraying his body with my juice.

My orgasms came in copious sprays—splashing his belly and thighs with cum, if not his face. I screamed, bounced hard, trembled and exploded again, and again—a playful sprinkler showering both of us with the warmth of our love.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby…Oh, you’re so beautiful!” my dad whispered. “Lucky is the man who’ll pluck your heart away from me, Tia,” he continued, trying to hush the tremor in my still quivering flesh, my pussy gripping hard his cock, forcing ejaculation. He exploded outside my body as we both laughed and giggled hard like kids under the stairs. His cock jerked on its own, shooting his hot fluids on my breasts, belly, and thighs.

I know I cannot control my seductive provocations any more than I can hide my love for my father. It wasn’t animal lust or immoral desires but more of an innocent passion, an admiration where I find my dad not only attractive but also possessing the physical good looks and sensuous, tender behaviours I wanted and adored in a man. Add to this his sexual expertise, his sincerity and honesty—caring, loving attitudes expressed before, during, and after violent sex—which I enjoyed very much with intense pleasures, that I extended and hid from everyone our secret unions.

My mother, unfortunately, was deeply inhibited, if not conservative. The fact that I was the only child attested to her cold, weary interest in sex. Although ironic and truth of the matter is, my father met her when she worked as massage attendant in one of the prostitution dens posing as spas. For whatever reason unknown to me and not privy to, Rona lost her appetite for sex, and made life open and exciting for me and my father, allowing us to enjoy our forbidden relationship.

Suffice it to say my dad and I communicated on an emotional and physical level, understanding one another by mere hints and glances—where no words or explanations were necessary or required. We plunged into the depths of our desires without fear, hesitation or inhibitions or doubtful disgust. We enjoyed ourselves and did what we most liked—proud, open, naked and childlike—without guilt and thrilled beyond ourselves no matter how trivial or brutal our wishes and demands. Dad made me feel always young and fragile, even innocent at my naughty age, yet at par with him—tireless, energetic, and full of enthusiasm, loving every moment we shared.

Still, I knew he approached and avoided our delicate familial relationship with extreme care and a father’s cautious control. Later, both through safe sex and moral accounting of my selfish behaviour, he kept me responsible and obedient at arm’s distance.

I kept bugging him though, not contented with just his fingers, lips, and tongue, which did the enviable duties of satisfying my wants from boobs to cunt in some small portions. He’s there for me, always at my command, services, and lascivious pleas—seducing him for long vigorous fucks at the most suitable time.

Thus, he went about his obligations and chores as father escort bursa and house husband, and managed to pursue his craft. He creates arty ceramic wares, and sells them online. This kept him indoors most of the time—and since I was a precious only child—gave me more intimate hours with him than with Mom.

Now don’t think I encouraged this, as any illicit affair in erotic stories and porn flicks tend to happen and unfold. No, though my secret indulgences with my father were stoked by circumstances brought by some free time we enjoyed together, in and outside the house…

“Oh, Dad…We should do this often,” I whispered hot in his ear once, breathing hard, still crumpled in the seat of the car, half-naked with my school uniform strewn on the seats and floor. We were parked in the shades a few meters from my school—a strict coeducation Christian college where I was enrolled in Mass Communication.

I gave him a long wonderful blowjob as we drove from house to school, passing through deserted side streets and vacant back lots, and then I fucked him, as we parked. I got dressed as best as I could, and with a wet kiss, winked at him and mooned, my twin cheeks naked under the long skirt of my school uniform, both of us laughing and lolling our tongues out with malicious promises of doing it again.

This arrangement between us felt too good to last, as I was always anxious to find any free time we can have together anywhere. I had no qualm at all doing it in public. In fact, it seems the presence of people and the danger it posed for us to be discovered excited me more. There was not an instance we did it in a public place that I wasn’t dripping wet or ablaze with the heat of my arousals, teasing and prodding my father to fuck me hard.

“My god, baby—take it easy…There are—ooh, people—uuhh!” he whispered one time, nervous as he tried to warn me, terrified we might get caught. I pulled his pants down as soon as we got inside the old service lift at the back of the school museum on our way to a ceramics exhibit, pushed the buttons for the top floor and flicked the express switch on. I masturbated him, prepared him for a blowjob inside the slow-moving elevator while it climbed to the gallery on the top floor.

The door opened and we heard voices along the corridors. Dad’s reaction was quick as he jammed his hands on the elevator buttons sending us back down. His cock slipped in the ‘O’ of my wet lips, sliding in and out as I savoured and felt all the curls and knots of the veins livid in the long, massive stem. His eyes rolled in nervous anticipation.

I teased his cock, licked the edges of the crown. My lips played along its smooth bald head, and tongued the slit with rapid flicks, squeezing it open at the tip. “What if the elevator—oohh, opened suddenly—ahh, shit!” he said, grabbing my head, unable to stop me as his legs folded and jerked. I was already on my knees and his cock inside my slurping, sucking mouth—the obscene familiar sounds soaking the emptiness of the descending lift.

I giggled, wiping his cum off my face and mouth. His explosions sprayed my face and hair with hot thick semen as he held my shoulders trying to free his cock from the tight grip of my mouth. “Relax, Daddy…,” I said, “We can always go up if we ran out of floors.” I climbed on top of him standing up, edging his cock inside me without any assistance from my hands. I sensed the elevator moving up again.

My pussy opened and gobbled the head of his cock still swollen and rigid after his furious ejaculations, and slid the length all the way through with my weight pressing down on him. We fucked fast, humped with eagerness as if it was our first time.

Dad braced me against the wall of the moving elevator, and crushed my pussy and tits like a rapist so overjoyed at the opportunity of finding a lovely teen like me alone in the lift. His cock banged hard inside me, pounding, squashing the wetness in my hole with every jerk and jab as he pulled and squeezed my tits. And true to my estimates, my delirious screams died down before we reached the basement parking lot. We missed the exhibit, attempting for the fourth time.

In these delicious short spurts of sexual amusements, my mother, Rona, never once suspected why I would sometimes insist on staying home rather than go with her shopping, even if the promise was a new dress or a pair of shoes. Maybe it was because my dad tried to indulge my mom also, doing his duties when she required or whenever time allowed.

Rona’s business schedules as salesperson in a kitchenware company sometimes kept her busy, coming home late, spent and tired, which did not allow Dad to perform his obligations for her in bed—or maybe, consummate his own sexual needs, too, each night. But my mother was a beautiful woman, conscious of her body and sexual appeal, though she abruptly stopped thinking of having another child as soon as I was born.

Still I believe even to this day there were other unforeseen factors—call it coincidences or divine providence or preordainments that contributed, if not facilitated, my clandestine affair with my father—and therefore, felt it was really meant to happen anyway.

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