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Dear Daddy,

You said it would be ok for Rachel and Rebecca to come with me on our annual spring shopping trip into the city. You remember the trip that Mom and I used to take when you were still married. A trip to eat at fancy restaurants, shop at nice stores, see the movies that hadn’t yet come to our town.

Ever since Mom started her own company, she hasn’t had time for our trip. Last year was the first year you and I went alone, and frankly, Dad, it was boring. I was 17 then, and I thought I should be able to buy the skirts and jeans and tops and bikinis that I wanted, that Mom would’ve let me buy. But nooooooo, you denied me every item I wanted, and so I came back to school for the final quarter wearing baggy jeans and stupid-looking plain tops that everyone laughed at. At the first pool party in the summer, all the other teenagers were trying to show off their developing bodies in bikinis too small for them. After all, that’s what the boys like. I wore a boring one-piece that made me look like a guy with long hair.

I begged and begged for you to let me take a friend on this year’s trip. Finally, you consented, and so I brought it up with Rachel and Rebecca. Being that they are sisters and don’t do anything without each other, you said it was OK that they both go.

I was 18 now, and while I was old enough to be on my own in the city, it still frightened me not to have a parent with me.

Into the city we went, and the first thing we had to do was find a hotel with a pool. Had Mom been in charge, we would’ve had one reserved long ago, but you blew it off so we went into the city without a reservation. And since there was a conference in town that included every cigar-smoking, horny old guy who sells insurance, we couldn’t find a hotel with a pool. Thanks Daddy.

We finally found a condo for a weekend rent, and it turned out to be pretty nice. There was a pool, and it was small, but at least it was a pool.

The shopping trip was a blast. You let Rachel and Rebecca and I do our own thing for the most part, didn’t review every single item I tried on and actually stayed out of our faces for most of the day.

Back czech streets porno at the condo, you wanted to see what we bought. I was afraid of that, but I thought simply holding up the items would suffice. It didn’t. You wanted to see what every item looked like on me. And you quickly grabbed all the receipts in case you had to take something back.

And so the fashion show began. Not going to model by myself, I thought I’d enlist Rachel and Rebecca to model with me. I thought if your attention was turned to a pair of gorgeous girls with gorgeous bodies, you might overlook some of the things I bought.

We started by modeling our low-riders, the jeans that keep getting lower and lower each year. It helped that Rebecca has a tattoo on the small of her back. That got your attention and drew a smile as you cracked open a beer. As Rebecca danced in front of you, she grabbed the beer, took a drink and passed it around. You just laughed.

The show continued. Skirts (too short, you said), tops (too low cut, you said) and T-shirts (way too tight, you said, while smiling) followed. It definitely helped that Rachel and Rebecca were modeling, too, I thought, as you opened your third beer and passed it around without any encouragement.

It came time for the swimwear show. Rebecca had bought a stunning patriotic bikini, white with red and blue stars and stripes all over. Her tan breasts — that were barely held in by the cups — and legs looked great. You knew that we went tanning a lot together in an effort to keep our skin golden brown during the winter.

Rachel’s bikini was black and white with cute ties at the sides of the bikini bottoms.

Mine was Navy blue with gold anchors located in all of the strategic places.

“Those are fine for private pool parties at the house, Michelle,” you said, “but not in public. Did you girls buy any one-piece suits for your school and summer parties?”

We all put on our pouty little faces and said we had run out of money, and that these particular suits were on sale and were not exchangeable.

“We’ll see about that,” you said, “when we go back to czech taxi porno the store tomorrow to exchange them — and I’m there with you.”

With that, Rachel opened the refrigerator, grabbed the remaining beer and suggested we all go to the pool. Her thinking was that if the suits were used, the store certainly wouldn’t take them back.

This slipped past you, Daddy, I believe. Either that, or the thought of seeing three young teen-agers in wet bikinis made you forget about what you were thinking.

“Joining us?” Rachel said to you, smiling, as she wiggled her cute little ass toward the door.

“I’ll probably be down in a while,” you said, putting the newspaper over your crotch area.

In the pool, we played, frolicked, splashed and had a good time, drinking the beer you bought for yourself.

Before long, our games turned into more touching and caressing and fondling than splashing. We continually cast glances upward at the window of our condo, wondering if you were watching.

“Let’s give him a show,” Rebecca said. “I know he’s probably watching.”

With that, she untied her top and let it float away. She moved close to Rachel and helped her with her top. Without any prompting, I took mine off, too. We huddled close together, water up to our necks, but our tops were on the concrete next to the pool. We saw the curtain move, and then the sliding glass door of the condo opened and you came out, Daddy, in black swim trunks holding a beer.

You leaned over the deck railing and asked how the water was. We smiled and asked you to join us. You said you’d sit there and watch us while you finished your beer.

“I need to pee,” Rebecca said, and walked up the stairs out of the pool, the water rushing off her breasts. She smiled up at you as she walked across the concrete to the changing room.

When she came back, Rachel did the same thing. We could see you admiring their bodies. Even though I didn’t have to pee, I went next, thinking you’d yell at me and instruct me to get back in the pool. You just smiled, and looking up, our eyes met as I walked toward the changing room. I could digitalplayground porno feel your eyes on my ass as I disappeared into the room.

When I came back, I found Rachel and Rebecca kissing in the pool. And it wasn’t a friendly sister kiss either. Their mouths were open, and I could see their tongues swirling about.

When I walked back down the steps and into the pool, they broke the kiss but then came toward me and began kissing me, my mouth, my neck, all over.

After a few minutes of this, all three of us broke the kiss and looked up at the balcony. You were nowhere to be found.

“Must’ve had to finish himself off in the bathroom,” Rebecca said, and she French kissed me again. By this time, Daddy, I was getting into it with both Rachel and Rebecca and the three of us were enjoying making out with each other.

Shortly thereafter, I felt hands on my shoulders. Not Rebecca’s hands, not Rachel’s hands, not female hands. Strong, male hands. I broke the kiss with Rebecca and found it to be you. Without saying a word, your mouth replaced Rebecca’s, and so did your tongue.

After a long French kiss, we looked to see Rebecca and Rachel holding hands, walking back up to the room.

We gathered the suit tops, towels and beer and followed them. By the time we got up there, Rachel was lying back on one of the beds, her bikini bottoms pulled to the side. Rebecca was tasting her pussy, driving Rachel wild.

We adjourned into another room and continued our French kissing while you took off my Navy bikini bottoms and I got you out of your trunks.

While you sat on the bed, I kneeled down on the floor and expertly began sucking your cock. It tasted so good, Daddy, I wanted to do it all night, and I would’ve had not Rachel and Rebecca been there.

They joined us, got naked with us, took turns sucking your gorgeous cock and tasting each other’s pussies. The orgy lasted all night. We only stopped so you could get us some more beer — “and some wine,” Rebecca demanded. While you were gone, the three of us showered together, made love some more and waited for your return.

Your cock filled our pussies all night long, and you came I don’t know how many times.

We tasted you, sucked you and shared your love juice with each other. You ate our pussies, French kissed us and loved us all in every way imaginable.

Did you enjoy the annual shopping trip this year, Daddy?

Love,

Michelle

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May 1990

I was 29 years old and my wife had just left me. I started hanging out with Steve. We worked together at a publishing company as graphic artists. After work we would sometimes go out for a beer or smoke a joint or both. He was married so he couldn’t stay out late.

“Man, why don’t you come to my place after work. The beer is cheaper than at a bar and Laura would prefer I was home earlier.” he said.

“Sure, I need to save money, now that I’m paying child support.” I said.

“Let me call her and see if it’s ok.”

This became our new routine, after work I would follow Steve to his house. Sometimes I would stay for dinner, usually it was just the three of us drinking and getting high. Everyone said Steve looked like Kenny Loggins. (this was the 90’s) Laura was a petite blonde. She was very cute and friendly to the point of being flirtatious. I loved the attention from Laura; she would sometimes touch my arm or leg when she was making a point. There were times when she would catch me getting a beer in their kitchen and get extremely close to me. The sexual tension was building and driving me crazy. Sometimes Steve would walk in and see us talking, so close to each other, I would look realitykings porno at him and he just smiled.

Steve landed a new job so hanging out with the two of them became less frequent. Late one June night I got a call from Steve. He and Laura had been at a BBQ. There were multiple kegs of beer and he was able to take one home.

“Hey guy, you want to drink some beer? We’re near your apartment. I need some help knocking out a keg.”

“I’m up for it” I said.

The keg was in the back of his Jeep. We took it into my apartment. I got cups for the three of us. It was summer and hot that day. Laura was dressed for the heat. She wore a tight top and a short denim skirt. She looked great and was obviously drunk.

“Do you want to get high?” I asked.

“I do!” Laura said. We smoked a small joint. Laura set her beer down and closed her eyes. The hot day, the beer and the weed were too much for her and she was out. Steve and I smiled at each other, and then laughed. We both knew then that getting high after drinking was not the best idea.

Steve and I continued drinking. The conversation turned to sex. He talked about a woman he worked with. They had started to rip her up porno go out to lunch. “I love Laura but I want some variety.” he said softly. “She gives me blowjobs and Laura hasn’t lately.”

We talked about sex. We got another beer. We talked about blowjobs. “I wish I could get one now.” He said and put his hand on his crotch.

Getting my dick sucked has never done much for me. I liked licking pussy and fucking. I had never thought about sucking a cock but I was now. Actually that’s not true, I hadn’t thought about sucking someone else’s dick. When I was a teen I read that you could lie on your back, throw your legs over your head and suck your own cock. I was able to do this and I liked having my dick in my mouth, too bad I’m not as limber as I was as a teen.

“I’ll do it.” I said. “Let’s go to another room”.

But Steve said, “No, let’s do it here.” In front of his sleeping wife? It didn’t matter; I now wanted to suck his cock. I was ready. He took off his pants and was already hard. Laura was passed out on the couch next to Steve. I knew what to do and knelt in front of him.

He wasn’t that big maybe 4 or 5 inches erect and not thick. I took his cock in rus porno my hand. Even though he was smaller than me, his cock in my hand felt familiar. I opened my mouth and took him in. The feeling of the head moving across my tongue was so new and exciting. When I sucked my own cock I was only able to get the head in my mouth. Of course his dick went all the way in. I didn’t have to deep throat him, he fit perfectly in my mouth. I went up and down on his cock, enjoying sucking my old coworker.

I opened another door to my sexuality. I loved sucking his cock. He was so hard. I knew I was good at this but I could get better. It was so taboo but also felt so natural. The feel of his erection in my mouth was fantastic. I should have worried about his wife waking up but I didn’t care, I was too into sucking a cock for the first time. It only took about ten minutes and he was close to cumming. I felt him pulse three times. For the first time another man’s cum was in my mouth. It is a taste I love. I swallowed, licked his head as I backed away and smiled. I had no desire for him to return the favor.

I was now a cocksucker. A name that was a slur when I was growing up in the seventies, like being called a fag or a queer. I felt no shame, no guilt, just enjoyment. This is how I must be wired. Just as I love eating pussy, feeling the hot wet flesh on my lips, satisfying my partner, I love sucking cock. I think an erect cock is sexy and I knew given the opportunity, I would do this again, and I have.

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Jean and Denica decided to take the day off. Work had been grueling for the last few weeks and they decided to take some much deserved time off. Besides, their friend Veronica was on vacation and told them they were free to use her pool while she was gone. So they went over to her house and let themselves in with a key she had left them.

Once there, they slipped into their bathing suits and jumped into the pool to cool off. It was almost 90 degrees today and the water felt great. They played around in the water for a while before deciding to get out for a while. After they had dried off, they went inside for something cool to drink. Spotting some wine coolers in the fridge, they quickly drank one each before grabbing another each to take back to the pool.

Back at the pool, they started rubbing suntan lotion on their exposed skin. They were both wearing rather revealing bikinis today, figuring that no one else would see them. Jean’s was a little tight and her breasts seemed ready to pop out at any moment. Settling back in their lounge chairs, they chatted for a while before dozing off for a little bit.

Jean’s slumber was interrupted by the sounds of something banging together. Opening her eyes, she spotted a young man walking into the yard carrying what looked like pool cleaning equipment. Realizing that he would see her as she was dressed, she reached for a towel to cover herself up with. But she only succeeded in having one of her breasts pop out of their confinement. Looking up in embarrassment, she saw the pool man looking hungrily at her exposed breast.

Now she was really flustered and reached once again for the towel. This action caused her other breast to free itself from its prison. But this time, she did manage to grab the towel. She immediately covered herself up, but not before accidentally giving him a good look at her breasts.

She immediately used the cover of the towel to put her top back on. Then she looked once again at the pool man. He was still looking at her but seemed disappointed. She wondered at that. Was he disappointed with her looks or with the fact that she covered herself back up? She decided it was the former, she was no spring chicken and even though she kept herself in pretty czech streets porno good shape, he was a young man.

He might have been all of 20 and was of mixed race with dark, liquid eyes that would be so easy to fall into. Of course, he was in great shape with six pack abs and broad shoulders. His hair was dark but cut really short. He waved to her and she tentatively waved back. Then he turned to begin his work.

Jean settled back into her chair, uncomfortably aware of how wet her bikini was between her legs. She couldn’t even say it was from the pool as she had been out for almost an hour now. She decided to put more suntan lotion on and began lathering up her legs. Her hands felt so good as she massaged the lotion into her inner thighs and she almost forgot he was there.

Suddenly she became aware that he was standing in front of her. As her gaze swept up his body from his feet to his face, she realized that his shorts were tented in what looked like a massive erection. She stammered, “He,hello.” He just gazed at her as though he was memorizing her every curve. Surely this young man can’t be interested in her. He could have his pick of women. What did he want with her? “Can I help you??

“Actually, I was wondering if I could help you? It is hard to get the lotion all over and you don’t want to burn in a sensitive spot.” He held out his hand expectantly and she just handed it over.

He squeezed some lotion onto his palm as he settled down beside her on the chair. There wasn’t much room on the chair and where his body touched her, she seemed to catch fire. The heat spreading over her to settle in her already wet pussy. But then, he began to rub lotion on her starting with her inner thighs. She was shocked by how he seemed to expect her to accept his rubbing such an intimate part of her body. But her shock was overwhelmed with the sensations his touch brought to her. He did not merely rub lotion over her, he massaged it into the skin. He took his time, first rubbing it into the skin on the left thigh. When he got to the top of her thigh, the side of his hand pressed against her bikini covered pussy as he rubbed the lotion in. She was so aroused that her clit was swollen and poked out from czech taxi porno her luscious pussy lips. The side of his hand rubbed up and down over her clit, sending wave after wave of pleasurable sensations over her.

“Your suit is wet here, perhaps you need to dry off some. I will help you once I have finished oiling you up.”

Not daring to speak, nay, not being able to speak, Jean just sat there mutely as this young Adonis touched her more intimately than a man had in way too long. Then he started on the other thigh. The whole thing seemed surreal. She felt like she was in a dream and definitely did not want to wake up.

He repeated the process on her right thigh. But this time she came when he got to the top of her thigh and the side of his hand brushed her pussy. He did not stop rubbing as she lay there writhing and moaning. He stopped rubbing as her moans subsided some and said “Roll over. I want to do your back.”

He helped her roll over and then he started putting lotion on her feet, giving her an incredible sensuous foot massage before working his way up her legs. He repeated the same inner thigh massage he had performed on her front, bringing her to two more shuddering climaxes. It was amazing that her moans didn’t wake Denica up, but she continued to sleep. Although the sounds must have been penetrating her dreams as she was now rubbing her pussy in her sleep and moaning quietly.

He left off massaging Jeans thighs and started on her shoulders. The feeling of his hands combined with the orgasms she had just experienced to leave her in a languid state, limp and open for anything he wanted. He then unfastened the top of her bikini and rubbed lotion over her back. His hands sliding under her bikini bottom to caress her globes.

Then he slipped his hands under her and rolled her onto her back once again, her bikini top falling off to reveal her breasts. But she did not care, she was in heaven. She laid there, her eyes only partially open as he had his way with her. He squeezed lotion over her stomach and breasts before beginning to massage it in. He paid particular attention to her breasts, murmuring “Can’t have these lovelies getting burned, can we?” He pulled on her nipples and digitalplayground porno twisted them slightly, eliciting a moan from her lips. Next, she felt his mouth close over her left nipple which he began to suck, nibble and bite until she was once again writhing in sexual ecstasy. He repeated the process with her right nipple while his hands continued to play with her left nipple, pulling and twisting it again and again as he sucked on the right nipple.

The next thing she was aware of, he was pulling her bikini bottom down. She lifted her hips to ease his task and then allowed him to spread her legs. Suddenly she was aware of his head between her legs and the feeling of his tongue on her clit as he lapped at her pussy like a dog dying of thirst. He slurped and sucked until she came once again. By now she was so lost in a sexual haze that she was aware of nothing but the feelings of pleasure sweeping over her as she came again and again.

She sensed him rise up and then settle down between her legs. Then the feeling of his cock as it touched the lips of hot, moist pussy. He thrust it in suddenly and was buried to the hilt so quickly she wasn’t even conscious of its passage. But then he began to fuck her pussy hard and fast, leaving her gasping for breath as a continuous series of orgasm left her breathless. Suddenly, he slowed down and began to fuck her with long, slow movements, giving her time to catch her breath. She felt him grow even larger as he prepared to launch his seed in to her womb. The increased size of his cock did something she did not think possible, it gave her a more intense orgasm than she had ever had and she passed out. The last thing she was aware of was the feeling of his seed as it filled her womb.

It was a while before she awoke. She looked around but did not see him. Then she became aware of Denica sitting there staring at her with a look of bemusement on her face. “Someone had quite a dream. You even took your clothes off. You have got to share that dream with me.”

Jean looked down to realize she was completely nude. She quickly grabbed a towel and draped in over her naked body. But that took the last of her energy and she dropped back onto the lounge chair to doze once again as she dreamed of getting her own pool so the pool man could come to her house.

She never shared her experience, or was it a dream, with Denica. Jean just smiled slyly when she was asked about that day. Whatever that day had been, it was a magical experience, one that she would never forget.

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My wife is from France. We met when I was visiting the country on, of all things, a bird-watching tour. We got married when I was 33 and she was 28. We have been married for over ten years, and we now live in Atlanta. She was always complaining about never visiting her family and friends, so last summer, we did just that.

Her older brother has a comfortable home, and he would not hear of us staying in a hotel. So, we stayed with him, his wife, and their 18-year-old daughter who has yet to “find herself”. The daughters name is Raven, and from all I can tell, she shops, talks forever on her cell phone, and tans in the backyard as a profession. Anyway, this niece of mine is stunning. She stands 5 foot 6 and weighs, I would guess, around 125 pounds. Her hair is long and brunette, and she has the most beautiful and piercing green eyes you have ever seen. In other words, she is a knockout.

While sitting at the dinner table the first evening of our arrival, I noticed that there was a bell hanging over the front door and the back door which I thought slightly odd, so I asked why they were there. Apparently, Raven has a tendency to sleepwalk for reasons unknown. The parents did not feel it presented too much of an issue. The bells are there to alert them if Raven gets too deep into her sleep and wants to go out into the neighborhood. The worst that has ever happened was when she walked to the neighbor’s house and woke up on their couch. The family has decided to just accept it.

On about the forth night of our stay, at around 3:00 in the morning, I got up to take a piss. The house was as still as a cemetery. As I turned around to leave the bathroom, I let out a little shriek as right before me was Raven. Her eyes were glassed over. She was looking right through me. Then, she turned and started for the front door. I followed her and called her name loud enough for her to hear, but no one else. She did not even break her slow stride. As she turned to reach for the door-knob, vivid porno I touched her shoulder to stop her. She turned, but gave no other reaction. It was like following a mummy. I am ashamed as to where my mind went next. I looked around to see if there was anyone moving from either her parent’s room or my wife’s. I know my wife can sleep through a nuclear attack. I decided I would chance it with her parents.

I waved my hand in front of Ravens face to ensure no response. When I saw no pupil reaction, I reached into my shorts and pulled out my dick. At first I started to pull on it while simply staring at Ravens young body. She was wearing a thin t-shirt and cotton panties. I began to rub the outside of her panties and felt the course hair of pussy while still pulling on my dick. I was staring in her eyes. Nothing!

I reached up to pull at her right nipple. It started to get hard in my hand. Then, I reached under her t-shirt and started to alternate between rubbing my open palm against her nipple and pulling the entire perfectly shaped titty. My dick was in full bloom now, and I was stroking it for all it was worth. Raven, standing there just staring, made me feel even more daring. So, I stopped the wank-yank for a minute so I could pull her panties down. I only pulled them down mid-way. I suppose I was telling myself I could react quicker this way in case someone woke up.

The house was dark, but the little light from the kitchen was all I needed to stare at what is possibly the most exquisite pussy that man has ever seen. Picasso could not paint a better penis pit. I leaned over to sniff that delectable diamond. As I figured, it smelled like a slice of heaven. I got on my knees and did a knee walk up to her box. I grabbed her around the waist and then playfully poked my nose at her opening. She just stood there, hands to the side. Motionless. I pulled her panties all the way to the floor now. Her only remaining covering was the t-shirt.

I woodman casting porno did a snuggle up to her pussy with my nose just to part the opening, and then I started to slowly lick. At first, nothing was happening. Then…moisture. I think I sensed that Raven had sort of partially knelt allowing me deeper access to her hole. This excited me and frightened me as I thought she might be waking. But, in peering into her face, I could see that she was not. Back to work then. I pushed my tongue into her opening. As she was still standing, this was kind of awkward. So, I guided her over to the couch, sat her down, and then took her panties all the way off.

Moving her around was like positioning a mannequin. She was putty in my hands. I pushed her back on the couch in a sitting position. Then, I spread her legs wide open. I stared for a good minute at that perfectly young and inviting pussy. Her hair was silky smooth and a little moist from my tongue action. I knelt in front of her, still pulling my dick, and put one finger in her pussy. I couldn’t believe the amount of moisture that was hidden behind that hairy entrance. Once I got one finger in, it was easy to slip in two, then three. I was fingering her, jacking off, and watching her eyes. They were staring somewhere out into space. Like I give a shit.

Now, I moved in closer to her opening. Steadying myself with my left hand on her leg, I ran my dick up and down the length of her slit. Then, I pulled her in close to me by grabbing her hips just above her legs. This allowed her to slide lower on the couch and position that pussy higher for my throbbing dick. Slowly, I began to enter my niece. Deeper, in more, a little more, a little more. Now I was all the way in, and past the point of no return. I hesitated a second to look at my dick actually stuffed in Raven’s pussy, and at her beautiful face, her small and pointy nose, those wanting and inviting lips.

Then, I started to pump türkçe alt yazı porno in and out. At first slow …then a little faster. I was steadying myself by placing my hands on the couch on either side of Raven. I was looking deep into her eyes. Then, I leaned in to kiss her mouth. Her lips were wet, and I drove my tongue deep into her throat. I even licked behind her teeth and sucked out her spit. At one point, I took her arms and placed them around my neck. May as well continue the illusion that this young girl wants me and is willingly fucking my brains out. As I continued to fuck, I reached around Ravens outer thighs until I was touching her ass. I moved my right hand in lower and started to finger her asshole. I was imagining what this must look like to someone watching us. The visual and the actual made my dick began to heat up from deep inside me. I could feel my cum building.

I braced my hands against the back on the couch so I could really lengthen my stroke as I went deeper and deeper into Raven’s cunt. Over and over in my mind, in the rhythm of my stroke, I kept saying, fuck this young pussy, fuck this young pussy, fuck your young nieces pussy. Here it comes. Here it comes. Suddenly, the eruption! My cum was intense and continual. In a last second sick ass move, I pulled my dick out of Ravens pussy, and stood over her face jerking the last few drops of my cum onto her face and lips. I watched as the cum traced a slow trail from the base of her nose past the line of her lips and into her mouth. I was actually shaking when that last drop of semen hit her cheek.

I collapsed beside my tranced out niece to catch my breath. Afterwards, I snuck into the bathroom to grab a face towel. I wiped her face, and I dug deep into her pussy pushing the cloth in with my finger to not only retrieve the drops of cum that I could, but also because it just feels great to be able to dig deep into an 18 year old girl’s pussy. After I was satisfied that I had cleaned Raven up enough to give a convincing argument if there was some evidence left behind, I walked her to her room and placed her back in bed and under the covers. Then, I snuck back to my room and my sound asleep wife.

Tomorrow night, I think I’ll sneak Raven some sleeping pills.

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“Girl, you’re jumpier than a cat in a room full of rocking chairs! What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked laying her hand on my arm.

“This one isn’t starting right. It’s bugging me something wicked.” I sighed laying my hand over hers.

“‘Right’? Honey, your tales are just like you. Start when and wherever you want to and you usually end up right where you wanted to go anyway.” Jazz laughed, making me crack a grin. “Where is it starting for you, a dungeon?”

“No, I haven’t quite the courage to do a medieval story yet. Too much research. This one’s starting out with the wildest of sex against a foyer wall, just inside the hotel room door.”

“Oh my heart.” Jazz purred, her eyes half closed.’

“Oh my head. I don’t quite know these two yet. All that comes is the sex. The desperation. The almost pure feral fury of their mating.”

“What does he look like? No, wait let me get paper and something to write with.” Jazz said, rising to search her neater than neat desk. In less than a minute, she was back, a large notebook and an assortment of pens by her fingertips. Closing my eyes, I opened my eyes in my mind, calling the pesky scene to my mind. I let the words flow as I began to describe him.

“It’s her room. She opened the door for him. He surged through the doorway, enveloping her with his body, his heat, need. He’s huge, six-five, -six maybe. His hair is a golden mane, tawny and thick, shaggily brushing his collar. He’s tanned but still naturally darker than she is. His mouth smiled for a second before it fastened to hers, capturing hers easily. Tasting her sweetness, like an intoxicant, like the rum he’d drank to try to forget her.”

“Hang on a second…” Jazz asked in a rush, her hand flying over the page, filling its blankness with my words.

“His hands sped over her, around her, pulling her tight against him, molding her slim frame to his tougher, harder form. Her softness to his rough. He glories in her eager response to him. His body quivered wherever her hands roamed. Over his shoulders, down his back. When her fingertips traced his cheek, along his jaw, he knew he’d always remain her slave.”

“…’remain her slave.’ Well now, that’s exciting!” Jazz caught up with a grin. “So, what’s she like?”

“She’s a scrapper.”

“A what?” Jazz asked, her eyes confused.

“A scrapper. Someone who, no matter what Life throws at her, still stands true, still fights for what’s right, what’s true.”

“So what does she look like?”

“Long, mink brown hair, reality kings porno straight as a pin and smoother than the finest silk. Almond shaped eyes of a beautiful Kerry blue. Small, pert nose that’s got a slight up tilt at the tip that gives her a touch of haughtiness. A full, sensuously mobile mouth that can go from a bee stung pout to a sweet smile to a gasping snarl. She’s taller than average, probably around five ten-ish. Slim but with full boobs and a heart shaped ass made for grabbing and squeezing.”

“Why is she in a hotel room?”

“She’s on a business trip. She’s an executive in a hoity toitey mutual hedge fund or is it medical, a surgeon in a conference? Not certain, that’ll come later.”

“How does she know this stud muffin who’s mauling her delightfully?”

“She met him a few months ago at a friend’s house party. They talked about mutual enjoyments.”

“Like what?”

“Skiing in Aspen. Hockey games. Vacations in tropical climes. She was wistfully wishing for time to get back down to St. Croix and he invited her to Monaco for a weekend.”

“Monaco? For a weekend? What, is he like independently wealthy?”

“In a way. I think some of his bukoo bucks were hereditary but he created something and made a killing with it, kind of like the guy who invented the pool noodle.”

“Seriously?” Jazz asked, gazing over at me, watching as my eyes glazed over.

“Something like that. He saw her in his mind, sunset coloring her naked body as she stepped from the surf into the sun warmed towel he held, and wrapped around her. The night they met, they left the party at midnight, found an all-night restaurant and nibbled and chatted until the sun rose.”

“He’s not a stalker is he?”

“No. They want very much to have a ‘normal’ relationship. Go on dates. Go to the movies, dinner. Neither one has any time for ‘normal’. He’s been keeping an eye on his family’s businesses, settling stockholders worries and complaints, jetting from Cali to Brussels and all over the world. She’s managed to work this conference into her already overloaded schedule, hoping for a break before she decides the next course of her advancement. Management, administrative or continue with patients.”

“How did he know where to find her?”

“Totally by accident. His personal assistant booked him into the same hotel as the conference. He saw her walking to the elevator when he was checking in. He’d asked the pretty twentysomething if she knew her sexmex porno room number, flashed a twenty for incentive. He’d managed to put his things in his room before he went down to hers.”

“He’s pretty slick huh?”

“He’s been called the swiftest shark in the pool on many occasions but at the moment, he’s dull witted with want and lust. He thought he’d be fumbling once he got her in his arms but he’s faultless and confident. Savoring her as he’d savor a fine wine with dinner, as he’d savor the ocean’s breeze as he sailed his yacht out into the wide bay, as he savors his solitary time. Or did, until she curled up in that warm spot in his mind, in his body, in his soul.”

“This is good. Keep goin’ girl.” Jazz mumbled, her hand flying over the page, her breathing getting heavy.

“She’d looked out the cheater in her door, recognizing him instantly. Her body warmed at just the sight of him. ‘How did he know I’d be here?’ blinked through her mind as her hand fell on the handle. ‘How could he possibly know already?’ blinked through as her hand pushed down. ‘Did he have any-, no not possible. My, he looks incredible.’ As her hand pulled the door open. She’s totally unprepared for his surge through the doorway. Her thoughts scatter as he overtakes her, as his hands gently but quickly, slide around her drawing her into his embrace, into his heat, his passion. He took advantage of her gasp and thrust his tongue into her mouth, melded his lips to hers. She melted against him, her body becoming as pliant and relaxed as warmed putty.” I watched in my head and tried to find the words to follow this scene, give it the passion, the blistering heat, the mind blowing ecstasy that I could all but feel coursing through me.

“How…?” Jazz mumbled dreamily.

“His hands are everywhere, kneading, stroking, savoring her skin, for its silkiness. Her full, lush breasts, for their weight and rosy nipples. She felt his fingertips trailing down her spine in slow circles, felt him spread his hand wide, filling his palm with her plump, firm ass cheek. She felt her breasts crushed against his silk shirt, her nipples rubbing seductively against the smooth, erotic fabric. ‘Where had her clothes gone?’ she’d briefly thought before his mouth finished its journey from her collarbone to her mouth. Warm and damp, tantalizing her with the edge of madness until a small mewl of pleasure escaped from her.”

“Like that one?” Jazz asked softly.

“What?” I asked losing the scene, blinking sindrive porno my eyes clear and open.

“Like that noise you just made. Not quite a gasp, heavier than just breathing with a touch of ‘Oh my God!’ moan.”

“Did I?” I thought of the pictures that had flickered through my mind, caught the tail of that scene and bit in. “He’s strong, strong enough to pick her up, gentle as if he’s handling the finest Meissen vase, and move her around, wrap her around him. In seconds he slid the condom on, and slid against her molten cunt, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin latex. He felt her quiver, swallowed her soft moans and braced her gently against the wall, tilting her slim hips up for maximum depth. He gazed into her eyes as he positioned his dicktip at her entrance, seeing her blue eyes deepen, darken with want, lust, seeing them go blind a few moments later as he sank balls deep into her, feeling her button munching at his dicktip like another mouth with every thrust. She was like a ragdoll, overtaken with ecstasy, lost in an evergasm. He could feel her cunt muscles clamping on his cock with every stroke, could feel her cum freshening and squishing between them, drenching his balls. He drives her higher, beyond the limits she’d only dreamed of. Unknowing, he unleashed a primal female who’s eyes flashed with power, who’s body took over, breaking those last remaining restraints.” I sipped from my water automatically, without thought, freshening my voice.

“Her nails dig furrows down the tanned expanse of his back, drawing blood in thin trails. Her hips bucked and ground madly against his as she rode him roughly where he stood. Her mouth lured his tongue inside where her teeth took hold and she sucked it like a cock. His hand thrust into her hair, trying for some control, she shrugged it through into a tangle, trapping it effectively behind her head. She used his pinned hand for leverage for her hips to rise and plunge even faster, more frantically. She drove her fingers ruthlessly through his hair as she kissed and bit a trail down the solid column of his neck. Her eyes raked over his face as she felt her pleasure rising higher, saw the naked need woven through with passion and an unknown love, saw herself reflected wild and feral, driven by an untamed lust. His hand tightened around her hip, as he drove her up and up and tossed her mindless through another tsunami wave of pleasure, as he followed her through with a harsh groan.” I gazed absently into my lap, seeing my hands but not really seeing them, seeing instead my two lovers slowly sliding down the wall to curl together on the floor.

“Wow.” Jazz breathed, shaking her hand free of cramps. “I think I need a cold shower after that one.”

“I think I need one too.” I answered, wishing I had a guy who’d fuck me like that.

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Melinda Briggs was always a little flustered around Christmas time, but this year was proving worse than normal. She was still single…by choice…and that made her lonely. She was still seeing Courtney and Erin…by choice…and that made her question her own sexuality.

The twenty five year old grade school librarian was proving to be a hit at school among the children and staff. Her ever-present smile and natural good looks resulted in anyone spending time with her leaving with a warm feeling.

Needless to say, she had been a popular guest at the Halloween party Courtney and Erin took her to. Most people would have been happy just to watch her walk around in her sexy schoolgirl costume. But when word got around the party that she was involved in light bondage having sex with the “lifeguard” every woman in the house wanted…well, it drew quite a crowd.

Luckily, Courtney and Erin were the only parents of kids at her school that Melinda had to worry about seeing after that episode. And see them she did! At least once a week, and usually more often than that, the women were together in bed. Sometimes only two of the three could show up—the “odd man out” usually being the married one, Erin—but oftentimes it was a threesome. They met during the day mostly, when Melinda could get away. Courtney, a 34 year old widow, was between jobs and Erin, 31, was married to a middle aged executive who considered her nothing more than a trophy.

A month ago Melinda never would have imagined herself living such a lifestyle. But the Halloween party changed everything. She was beginning to consider herself bisexual, and loving it.

But Christmas would continue to haunt her. And it was fast approaching.

It was two weeks before the big day and Melinda’s condo was brightly decorated, just the way her mother used to decorate their house when Melinda was a child. Perhaps her mother wouldn’t have dreamed of putting up a fake tree, but this was the twenty first century, Melinda reasoned. Up in fifteen minutes, down in ten. That’s all she cared about.

She was on the couch watching TV an hour after dinner when the doorbell rang unexpectedly. Dressed in a long football jersey and panties, she hesitated at first. But at this time of evening the only visitors she ever had were Courtney or Erin. So, she walked to the window and inched the curtain open to peek out. It was a man, but his back was to her.

She cracked open the door, keeping the chain lock in place.

“Dad!” Her tone was half statement and half question.

“Hi, Melinda,” Don Briggs said sheepishly.

The woman quickly undid the chain lock and swung open the door. She stepped back, allowing the man to enter.

“What are YOU doing here?” she asked.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Don replied. “I didn’t think I’d be here until tomorrow. I was able to get out of a meeting and get a flight. I hope it’s not too inconvenient.”

Melinda closed the door, still a little shaken. She stood next to her father, pulling down on her jersey self-consciously before taking his coat and hanging it in the closet.

“Sit down.” She moved back to the couch and let him settle into the only large chair in the room. She hit the mute button on the TV remote and pulled her legs tightly underneath her, once again tugging on the jersey.

“So, how have you been?” her father asked.

“Fine.” She wasn’t sure how else to answer when you haven’t seen your father in years and he shows up at your door.

“Michael told me you had a job,” he said, referring to Melinda’s brother. “A school librarian?”

“Yeah. I like my job. I’ve met a lot of nice people…made some friends.” If he only knew, she thought.

“I knew you’d be alright. You were always very independent.”

“Well, I guess I had to be, didn’t I?” The implication was obvious. Don looked at her and didn’t need to decipher the look on her face.

“Melinda, one of the reasons I wanted to see you was…to say I’m…I’m sorry. When your mother was sick…”

“She was dying,” Melinda interrupted.

Her father continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “When Beth was sick I needed to be around you more. I wasn’t. I’m sorry. I was busy, and…”

Melinda chuckled. “You’ve always been busy. Too busy for me, apparently. My mother was dying before my eyes and you didn’t care.”

“That’s not true,” the man shot back. “The doctor didn’t know how bad the cancer was and I couldn’t quit work…no knowing anything.”

“It was very obvious what was happening,” Melinda said firmly. “You didn’t want to listen to the doctor, even if you HAD talked to him. It would have taken you away from your precious job.”

Neither of them spoke for a few agonizing seconds.

Melinda wanted to make her point, but for some reason she didn’t want her father to leave. Despite the tension between them she felt a little relieved saying some of the things she’d felt for so long.

“I can’t change what happened, Melinda. I can’t bring back your mother. But I want you to know I czech pool porno care about you and Michael and I don’t want us to hate each other.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Besides, she would never hate her father; simply blame him for everything concerning the agonizing death of her mom.

“Do you miss her AT ALL?” Melinda tilted her head to one side as she asked the question.

Her father looked incredulous. “Of course I do. I loved her. I’ve been lonely ever since we lost her.”

Melinda stared across the dimly lit room as if she was hypnotized. He was lonely? She refused to let herself believe him. But for the remainder of the evening she remembered his words and repeated them back to herself, because it gave her hope that she wasn’t alone.

They talked for two hours—no so much as father and daughter but rather as two acquaintances who weren’t quite best friends. Melinda’s father was forty five and she didn’t view him now as an “old man.” In fact, she had seen him so little in her adult life that he was practically a stranger.

He was tall and thin and just as good looking as she remembered him from her childhood. He had never mistreated her. All she’d ever wanted was for him to acknowledge her existence.

Don accepted his daughter’s invitation to stay at her condo for the duration of his visit. When they were done chatting he brought in his bags from the rental car. She took him to the second bedroom just down the hall from her own and showed him where the bathroom was. They agreed on meeting in the morning for breakfast. There were no goodnight kisses. But at least they were together in the same house again…for a change.

Melinda retreated to her bedroom and closed the door. She flopped down on the bed and stared at the roof, rehashing many of the things that had been said during the evening. She truly did not hate the man, she kept saying to herself. Is that what he thinks? That she hates him after all these years? She closed her eyes.

She woke up suddenly, unsure of what caused it. She glanced at the clock. Just past midnight.

Melinda was thinking of her father, as if she’d never fallen asleep. But she was almost emotionless in her feelings now. She imagined the large bedroom she used to have at home, her parents just down the hall protecting her and Michael. But her father was alone now. It was just him and her. Alone.

A bedroom door opened. Bare feet quietly walked down the hall. A second bedroom door was nudged open and the visitor listened closely. The visitor entered the room and left the door slightly ajar. The carpet accepted each step without a sound. At the side of the bed, a shirt was lifted off and dropped to the floor. The visitor could now make out the form in the bed.

She lifted the sheet and climbed into the bed, her father’s bare back facing her. Melinda felt a shiver go through her body as her breasts touched his skin. Then her stomach brushed against him. She pulled the sheet up.

Just as her arm fell over his body, Don awoke. He realized something was behind him and he began to turn over.

“No,” Melinda whispered. “It’s just me.”

The man lay frozen in place. His daughter’s arm wrapped around him while her skin pressed against his. He had little doubt she was topless, but was afraid to look or touch. Don felt her legs rub against his, below his boxers.

When he finally moved, it was to hold the hand that she placed on his chest. It was warm and soft. Don put his fingers between those of his daughter.

Melinda kissed his neck. Now he was certain it was her bare skin resting on his back. He had to say something, but what? Did he dare roll onto his back?

The young woman took her hand out of his and ran her fingers over his chest. She traced around his nipples and moved her hand lower. She felt the firmness of her father’s stomach. Then Melinda touched the top of his boxers.

Don sensed her hesitation. He wasn’t wishing her to either stop or continue and he decided not to influence her one way or the other. Melinda’s hand moved down and her father felt strangely contented.

It only took a second for Melinda to find the tip of Don’s cock under the thin material of his boxers. She stretched out her fingers and felt for the rest of the shaft. Melinda placed the palm of her hand over it.

She was pleased to feel it twitch and begin to grow. The woman rubbed it gently, pressing it against her father’s skin. She rubbed it in a circular motion before running her palm up and down the shaft.

Don was getting over the shock of waking up to his daughter in bed with him, and his body was responding. Her touch was magical. It was light, yet applied just the right pressure in just the right places. The cock grew involuntarily.

When it was almost fully erect, Melinda found the opening in the front of her father’s boxers and slid her hand inside. She wrapped her fingers around the cock and held it firmly. She hoped her father didn’t feel her nervousness.

The czech sharking porno cock became rock hard within seconds after Melinda gripped it. She stroked it slowly, with long, even movements of her hand. She could feel the blood flowing through it and knew at that point that she would make him cum, one way or another.

Melinda pulled on the cock until her hand, with cock in tow, rose out of the boxers. She looked down on the throbbing dick with admiration. The tip was red and swollen, ready for whatever Melinda had in store for it.

She took a moment to gently caress it. Her nipples hardened at the thought of having the huge cock inside her pussy. Then she couldn’t wait any longer.

Melinda let go of the cock and pushed on her father’s boxers until they began to slide down his legs. She moved until she could remove them entirely, Don still on his side but gradually rolling towards her. She was glad it was as dark as it was, at least partially hiding her semi-nudity.

Once the boxers were off, Don found himself settling onto his back, looking up at the form of his daughter in the darkness. She let the covers slide off her body. Still reluctant to let her father see her bare breasts, Melinda bent over and forced his legs slightly farther apart. She took his penis in her hand, then kissed it.

Don felt the softness of her lips. They were everywhere on his cock. Then her tongue touched him and he stifled a moan. His legs were stiff from anxiety and he had to force himself to relax.

A moment later his cock was inside his daughter’s mouth. His body froze in place. He looked down and watched her hair flow up and down as she worked her lips on his shaft. Melinda’s hand gripped the base of the cock, sometimes forcing it up to her face.

Don felt the pressure build in his balls. He was about to give in to the need to cum when Melinda backed away. In the darkness, he saw her removing her panties. Now, just an outline of a beautiful naked young woman rose above him.

Melinda repositioned herself so her legs straddled her father’s waist. Slowly she lowered her body to his. When her damp pussy first touched his cock she thought she couldn’t go on. However, her desire to please him and have him accept her made her continue.

She took the stiff cock in her hand and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Certain, now, that he was about to have sex with his daughter, Don put his hands on Melinda’s hips. Together, they maneuvered until Don’s erect penis was deep inside Melinda’s pussy.

He took a second to take pleasure in the tightness of her youthful body. She welcomed the size and stiffness of the cock below her. Then they began to make love.

It was awkward at first until their rhythms matched and the anxiety wore off. Melinda leaned forward a little and Don raised his knees a few inches to cradle her ass. The next couple minutes were sheer ecstasy for both of them.

When Melinda took her father’s hands and placed them on her breasts, she knew it would only be a matter of seconds before she came. He squeezed her nipples and cupper her breasts in his palms, sending waves of her pleasure to her pussy she could not ignore.

It was impossible to tell who started to cum first. They each called out in the shadows for the other and then were lost in their individual orgasms. The bed rocked as Don forced his cock up into his daughter. Melinda squeezed her pussy around her father’s penis and shifted her hips up and down with each thrust.

Don’s hands found her breasts once more and seized onto them. Melinda sighed her approval. She played with her clit as stream after stream of cum filled her pussy and groans filled the bedroom.

Melinda thought she would cum forever. She was pretty sure her father was done before she finally took her hand away from her clit and collapsed onto his chest. Don wrapped his arms around his daughter and they rolled on the bed, kissing tenderly. They ended up on their sides, looking closely into each other’s eyes for the first time since Melinda entered the room.

“I love you, Melinda. I always have,” Don whispered.

“Oh, Daddy.”

Tears flowed freely from Melinda’s eyes. Her father hoped the darkness hid his own.

“Merry Christmas,” Melinda said softly.

The next morning, Don entered the kitchen to find Melinda in a nightgown cooking breakfast. They talked completely around the subject of the previous night and were both much more comfortable around the other than when Don first arrived. They sat and ate together, agreeing on plans for Don to stay a couple of days.

“A friend of mine is coming over tonight. Can you be here to meet her?” Melinda asked, referring to Erin.

“Of course. I’d love to meet your friends.”

“I think you’ll like her,” Melinda smiled. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And really nice. She has two kids at my school.”

“Are you setting me up?” Don asked between bites.

Melinda laughed. “No. I wouldn’t do that. Erin’s czech streets porno married to some rich, old guy anyway. But that doesn’t mean…”

She hesitated. “Doesn’t mean what?” Don asked.

“Oh. Nothing. Please say you’ll be here.”

“I will,” he assured her.

Melinda was anxious for Erin and her father to meet each other. She had the condo spotless when it was time for Erin to arrive. The two women had talked during the day and Erin had promised to wear something “appropriate.” Melinda giggled at the time, but now she was seriously interested in seeing what her friend would show up in. Don had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt while Melinda wore her normal jeans and oversized sweater.

Father and daughter were watching TV when the doorbell rang. Melinda jumped off the couch and rushed to the door, pulled it open and warmly welcomed Erin inside. The guest pulled off her coat and Melinda gazed at Erin’s 1980s style sweater dress. It clung to every curve of the woman’s body, stopping half way down her thigh.

“Erin. It’s fabulous. Where did you find it?” Melinda asked while hanging up Erin’s coat.

“I had to go online to get this one. They don’t sell them much in the stores.”

“It’s beautiful. Now, come in and sit down,” Melinda said, taking her friend’s hand.

They walked to the couch. “Dad, I want you to meet my friend Erin. Erin, this is my Dad.”

Don was already standing and they shook hands politely. The man’s eyes were unable to keep from scanning the blonde. After exchanging greetings, Melinda urged everyone to sit down while she got drinks.

Erin sat in a chair, folding her legs and gracefully giving her short dress a slight tug toward her knees. It seemed apparent to Don that no bra separated Erin’s breasts from the fluffy material as their full roundness and prominent nipples could easily be discerned.

Despite the distraction, they managed to talk for the short time it took Melinda to arrive with the snacks. The young librarian was happy to see that her father and Erin seemed to get along and found enough things in common to hold a conversation. It was uncomfortable enough for her to have her girlfriend/lover in the same room as her father/lover without having to entertain them, too.

In fact, as the evening progressed Melinda found herself on the outside of much of the dialogue. This didn’t necessarily upset her, but she felt a twinge of jealousy as Erin became more and more relaxed around Don.

During the second round of drinks, Erin rose from her chair to take a short tour around the living area of the condo. She stopped at the various wreaths and nick-knacks that brightened the walls and shelves, commenting on several of them. Don was more intent on watching the shapely woman move than on what she had to say. Erin’s ass seemed to float around the room under the tight fitting dress.

Melinda went to the kitchen during the tour and Erin eventually made her way into the same room, leaving Don alone on the couch.

Erin walked up behind Melinda and put her arms around the hostess. “I think your Dad is very nice.”

Melinda tilted her head back. “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“But you’re still mine.” Erin kissed Melinda on the side of the neck.

“Hmm. I hope so.”

“Have you told him about us?” Erin asked.

“No. Not really.”

Erin kissed her again. “Do you want to?”

Melinda felt the familiar tingle between her legs that she always got around Erin and Courtney. “I was more concerned with…well, I wanted you…I wondered if you wanted to be with my father?”

Now it was Erin’s turn to feel the tingle. “Are you serious? I mean…I don’t mean I wouldn’t. I mean would that bother you?”

“Can I watch?” Melinda said innocently.

Erin laughed out loud, then covered her mouth. “Melinda. You are SUCH a brat.”

“Well, can I?”

Erin put her hands on the librarian’s breasts. “Why don’t you join us?”

“I just might.”

The women kissed and moved back into the living room without any further discussion. Melinda knew from being at parties with Erin and Courtney that Erin would know what to do next. The only question was: What would her father do?

Erin walked ahead of Melinda and nonchalantly took a seat next to Don. Melinda headed for the chair Erin occupied earlier.

“What was so funny?” Don asked.

The women looked at each other and laughed nervously. “Just woman stuff,” Erin answered. She glanced at Don and blinked her long lashes at him a couple times.

“Actually, Erin had a question for you, Dad,” Melinda interjected. At this, Erin shot a confused look at her friend. “She’d like to know if she could stay with us tonight.”

The inference was immediately clear to Don—she meant the three of them. Erin, of course, not knowing of the previous night’s activities wasn’t sure how to take it. She still didn’t know how much Don knew about the women’s relationship.

“I think that would be wonderful,” Don said cheerfully. He reached out and put his hand on the exposed portion of Erin’s thigh.

Now it didn’t matter to Erin what the hell Melinda meant. She was going to have this man and anything else that happened was just icing on the cake. She moved her leg a few inches closer to Don, who slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.

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I saw her as the tour group came past. She was at the end, almost detached from it, wandering without really looking at anything. It was a hot day, still, a typical summer Rome day where everything is hot and you feel breathless just sitting down. Which was what I was doing, just next to the Temple of Vesta in the Forum. I’d done the Colosseum in the morning, had pizza for lunch, and had promised myself a gelato once I had ticked off the Forum in the afternoon. I rather fancied melone and limone, two of my favourites, cool and fresh, just perfect for the midday heat.

I was perched on a large boulder to the side of a little piazza. There was an old olive tree above me, offering the shade of its large outspread branches. The Forum was very busy, it was peak tourist season and there were groups everywhere being led by their flag waving leaders. Most had microphones fixed around their heads, which fed into earphones worn by their customers, so the place was fairly quiet despite the multitudes.

The group slowly made its way up the flight of steps which lead to the temple. Their leader was talking to them through their headphones so most had the glazed look of the information-overloaded. Their eyes darted back and forward, but their shoulders were slumped. It was too hot to be doing this. They were probably off a cruise ship so had a strict itinerary they had to stick to.

The woman drifted off the back of the group and sauntered over to the piazza where I was sitting. I was taking a swig from a bottle of iced water I had bought from a street vendor, but I got a good look at her. She was gorgeous. Very pretty face, long dark hair, slim but shapely body, and she was wearing a lovely summer dress which hugged her figure and billowed out around her knees. She was the sort of woman who skipped rather than walked, which gave the impression she didn’t weigh anything, that she was floating.

She floated over to a wooden bench and sat down. I watched her through my sunglasses. She raised one hand and wiped the back of it across her forehead.

“Hot,” I said.

She slowly turned her head and looked at me.

“How’s the tour going?” I said.

She remained for some moments just looking at me. I felt I was being examined.

Then she sat up straight.

“I’d rather be fucking,” she said. And still staring me in the eyes, she produced a small and well controlled smile.

I didn’t say anything. I just stared back at her.

“It’s the heat,” she said. “And all these columns.” She gesticulated with her arm at the surroundings. “It has an effect on a girl.”

Still I said nothing. I wasn’t quite sure how this conversation was supposed to go.

“Oh well,” she said, with a sigh. “Another time perhaps?” And she stood up.

I watched her as she turned and took a step away from me.

“Wait,” I heard my voice saying. She stopped and turned to face me again. We stood and stared at each other. The breeze blew her dress around her legs, and her hair across her face.

I took off my sunglasses.

She raised a hand and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Kolbe Hotel,” she said. “Room 315.”

“Where’s that?” I said.

She raised her arm and pointed. “Over there. You can see the roof. Via di San Teodoro. There’s a path over there.”

She came over to me and took my hand. “Thank you,” she said. And with that, she walked away, dropping the tourist headset on the ground. “10 minutes,” she called back at me over her shoulder. I watched her skip away.

Kolbe Hotel was impressive. The sign indicated it was four star, and the notice at reception said ‘Charming luxury hotel just steps from the Roman Forum.’ I took the lift to the third floor, the luxury suites, and walked along the red carpeted corridor to Room 315. My heart was racing, it was either nerves or excitement, or both. I knocked gently.

The door opened slowly. The woman was standing behind it, holding it half open. She was leaning on the door with a smile on her face.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” she said. She was still wearing the same dress, and she saw me look her up and down.

“I haven’t showered twitter porno yet,” she said. I put my hand on the door and pushed it open. She stood back, and I walked in.

“Don’t,” I said. I took the door in my hand and pushed it shut behind me. It closed with a sigh and a click.

“I need to freshen up,” she said.

I took her hand in mine, and lifted it up to my face. I kissed the back of it very gently.

“I prefer the smell and taste of you, not soap,” I said. I pulled her towards me and kissed her on the mouth, a long, deep, wet passionate kiss. She pushed her hips into mine, and found my erection. She moaned.

When we both ran out of air she pulled away and immediately her hands went to my belt and started to undo it. She was breathing heavily and she had an urgency about her. She looked me in the eyes.

“I need you in my mouth,” she said. Then she lowered herself to her knees, at the same time opening my trousers and pulling them to the ground. She stopped for a moment to inspect the bulge in my underwear, she put her hand on my cock and squeezed it, then she pulled my boxers down and watched as my cock sprung forward. She gasped, and smiled up at me, then without any hesitation she opened her mouth and took my cock in, slowly and in one movement, until I was as far in as I could get. I heard her moan, a deep, accepting, wanting moan which told me she was a woman who needed cock and found great pleasure in it. She remained still for a few seconds, just feeling my hardness in her mouth, then she moved her head backwards and started to suck me gently as I went in and out of her. The feeling was sensational, wet and hot, and soon she started to use her tongue to lick around the head of my cock as she sucked.

I looked down. She was squatting on her haunches, with her dress pulled up over her knees, which afforded me a glimpse between her legs. She was wearing white lacy knickers, and because of her position they were pulled tight into her pussy. I could see no hair which meant she was probably shaved down there. I closed my eyes as her sucking motion caused an intensity of feeling in my cock, god it was good, so good, my cock was really throbbing now.

Then suddenly the feeling stopped. She let my cock slip out of her mouth and she sat back to look at it closely. She was smiling, and she ran her finger along the shaft and over the head and around the underside. She took my balls in her hand and squeezed. She squeezed hard. And harder still. My cock responded by throbbing even more, and standing more upright.

She looked up at me. “Right now,” she said, “my pussy is wet and needs a fucking. Will you oblige?” I smiled and nodded.

She stood up and wrapped her hand around my cock.

“God that feels good. Hard and thick. Over here.” I tried to move with her as she made for the bedroom, but I almost tripped. My trousers were still tangled around my feet. “Oops!” she said, laughing. “Let’s get you undressed.” And she stood there, undoing all my clothes and taking them off. She was still fully dressed. I tried to undo her dress at the back but she pushed my hand away. “All in good time,” she said.

She finally pulled my shirt off, and she stood back and looked me up and down. She smiled, and kissed me on the mouth. Then she kissed me on my nipples, biting each one just a little too hard, then she kissed me right down my stomach and ran her tongue down onto my cock. She took me in her mouth again, had a quick suck, and then stood up. She licked her lips.

“You’ll do!” she said. “Now come and fuck me.”

She was still holding my cock, and she made to lead me off like a dog on a lead when she stopped again.

“But before we do…” she said. She dropped my cock, leant down, put her hands under her skirt, and unceremoniously pulled her knickers off. She stood up and held up her knickers like a trophy. They were wonderful. White, mostly lacy see-through material, with a full white cotton gusset that I knew had been snuggled into her pussy all day in the heat of a Rome summer. I really wanted to smell those knickers.

“You said you liked the smell of me, not soap. xhamster porno Is that right?” she asked, almost in a whisper.

“Yes,” I said, “that’s right.”

“So you’d like to smell these then? Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I said.

“They’ll smell of me, won’t they?” she said, looking inside the knickers.

“Yes,” I said.

“Especially this part?” she said, holding the knickers open so I could see the crotch. She had it stretched between the fingers on one hand. Her other hand she returned to my cock, which she squeezed hard.

“In a minute or two you’re going to have this cock inside my pussy, aren’t you?” she said.

“Hopefully,” I said. She smiled.

“Are you sure my pussy is ready for your cock?”

She was looking at me, smiling. “You said it was,” I said.

“Did I? And you’re going to believe me are you?” she said. I nodded. “Shouldn’t you check for yourself? You’re the man after all.”

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think, she was giving my cock little squeezes as she spoke and my mind was completely distracted by this.

“I tell you what,” she said, “why don’t you do a double check? See if you like how I smell, and see if my pussy is ready for your cock. All at the same time. What do you think?”

As I opened my mouth to reply to her, she moved forward towards me. She dropped my cock, took my hand, then she leant me down and pushed my hand underneath the hem of her dress. The she stood up, bringing my hand with me. Then all in one movement she pushed my hand between her legs with one hand and covered my face with her knickers with the other hand.

Oh my god, what heaven! My left hand immediately felt the hot wet stickiness of her pussy as my nose buried itself in the strong, delicious musty smell contained in her knickers. I breathed in deeply, my cock hardened, I pushed a finger up into her pussy, it slid in easily and was enveloped in her wet engorged lips, she was soaked, and her smell was divine and strong and made my cock throb and throb. She pushed my hand up into herself, and smothered my face with her knickers. It seemed to go on for ages, but it was probably only seconds, then without any warning she suddenly pulled away and dashed across the room into the bedroom.

“Come on, lovely man, come and fuck me,” she said, laughing.

I needed no further encouragement. By the time I was at the door of the bedroom she had her dress off, and she was lying on the bed with her legs wide apart. She still had her bra on, it was a matching twin of her knickers, white and lacy and see-through. It could stay on as far as I was concerned.

She had her arms wrapped around her knees, which had the effect of pulling her legs far apart. Her pussy was on full display, its lips were open and wet and glistening.

“Get that cock in there,” she said, with huge grin on her face. “Fuck me, oh fuck me!”

Just below her pussy I could see the beautiful round bud of her ass. For a moment I wondered how many times that opening had known cock, but I put that out of my mind and positioned myself. She was again breathing fast and heavily, and her eyes had become sparkly and alive. Almost a challenge in them.

I moved forward. My cock was throbbing in that way you only get once in a while, it is so full and erect it is almost painful. It desperately needs relief. You can feel it throbbing, you can feel the blood pumping. The heart must be working overtime for this.

I placed the head of my cock just at the opening of her pussy. She was watching intently, she watched me approach, she watched my cock find its way to her opening, and just as I was about to enter, she put her hand on my chest and stopped me.

“I want it hard and fast. You go in hard, fuck me hard, you understand?” She peered intently into my eyes. “You understand?”

I didn’t reply to her. I raised myself onto my legs and it one long, hard thrust, I buried my cock in her, I went on and on until I could go no further. My cock disappeared inch by inch, deeper and deeper it went. I watched it open her up, her pussy lips open to receive me, she was so wet and ready xnnx porno there was no resistance at all. Her pussy took my cock and swallowed it up.

She screamed. She screamed the moment my cock entered her, she screamed as I slid further and further into her, she screamed as my cock opened her pussy lips and rammed into her. She screamed ‘yes’ over and over again, ‘yes’, she screamed, ‘yes’ and she continued to scream and growl ‘yes’ as I began to pump, in and out, in and out, hard, fast thrusts, in and out, in and out. She pulled her legs back as hard as she could so her pussy was pushed forward even more, she wanted her pussy fucked and now she was getting it.

I pumped at her. She tried to push back but she didn’t have any traction so she gave up and lay there, receiving my cock over and over and over again. At times I managed to almost pull my cock out of her, but always I didn’t and I fell forward, the whole weight of my body thrusting my cock back into her pussy. I went in hard and she loved it.

So we fucked. This woman who I had met only a little while ago was taking my cock again and again. We fucked. In and out I went, in and out, and she screamed along loving every thrust of it.

Then I could sense a change coming. Her breathing became faster, she became quieter, her screams were not as intense as before. It felt that she was withdrawing into herself. I knew what that meant. It meant she was building towards an orgasm, a climax. I decided to give her a hand, or more precisely, a finger.

I continued to fuck her, keeping my thrusts regular but little by little increasing the tempo. My thrusts became faster. At the same time I worked my hand round her bottom and ran my fingers along between her legs. It didn’t take long to find what I wanted – her ass hole. She clenched her muscles the moment my finger touched her there, but she soon relaxed and I started to play my fingers around her button. She was very wet there from all the juices coming from her pussy, so as I circled her there I slowly applied a little pressure and pushed in. My finger went in a tiny bit, barely noticable with everything else going on. But I was now prepared.

The fucking went on. She was moaning and groaning, it was just a long unending sound coming from somewhere inside. She had her eyes closed, and I could see one tear in the corner of one of her eyes. Then her breathing suddenly quickened, and the noise from her throat grew in sound and in pitch. I was fucking her now at a regular speed, long deep thrusts that rubbed against her clitoris as they went in. I sensed her time was near. I decided my time was near too, so as I pulled away and went down on her for another thrust I pushed my finger into her ass, right up to the first knuckle, all in one movement. She jerked violently, her eyes opened and she stared at me, she clasped her knees even more tightly, and then with one long scream of release she exploded in orgasm. She was uncontrollable, her whole body spasmed and shook, she groaned and rocked and cried out and in the midst of one of her waves of climax, I took my orgasm and emptied myself into her, pumping, pumping, pumping my seed into her. I kept my finger in her ass until her orgasm died down when I quietly slipped it out.

We slowly came down from our orgasms, untangled each other, then lay down together on the bed. We had no words, there are no words for moments like that, a good fucking is well beyond words in its ability to communicate something deep between two people. She had turned her back on me and was snuggled up, foetus-like, into me. I had my arms wrapped around her. She was wet and hot and shaky, but she was able to turn her head and kiss me on the forehead. Then she fell asleep.

I lay there for a while watching the window curtains blowing in the afternoon breeze. I could hear the sounds coming from the streets outside – cars, motorbikes, police sirens, voices chattering, birds, the ebb and flow of traffic, street vendors, buses, trams. It was still hot outside. It was hot inside too, but it was a different heat, an animal heat generated by two people fucking, fucking, fucking. I looked down at the woman in my arms, fast asleep and breathing gently. She was beautiful in her nakedness, and I smiled at the memory of what we had just done. I wondered for a moment who she was. I bent down to kiss her on the shoulder, and realised, with a shake of my head, that I didn’t even know her name.

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xMost of the shoppers in the ladies’ dress department are women, but there are a few men. They see the beautiful young blonde girl with the big breasts jiggling sexily as she walks, narrow waist, long legs and the striking green eyes, wearing a very short filmy silk dress, seamed stockings and unbelievably high heels, choosing several different items from the racks to try on. They watch her. She knows they are watching. She knows what they are thinking.

She chooses five dresses. She goes into the changing room to try on the things she has chosen. As she enters, she notices a pretty girl in a cute dress coming out, with a flushed look, but smiling. She glances under the doors of the other cubicles to see if there is anyone in them. One is occupied. The door to each cubicle starts just above her eye level and ends down to two feet from the floor. She notices the occupant is wearing royal blue pumps with very high heels, and appears to be bending over and adjusting them, she can see the hands with long red fingernails down close to the floor.

She enters her own cubicle. From outside, her legs can be seen from mid-calf down. She is wearing black strappy patent-leather sandals with high heels. The rustle of silk slipping over silk can be heard, and above the door she can be seen as she slips her flimsy dress off over her head. Then below the door she can be seen again as she eases her short black silk and lace slip down, and steps out of it.

What cannot be seen is that she is wearing a matching black see-through lace underwear set, consisting of a tiny open-cup brassière, garter belt and thong. The brassière exposes her big breasts completely and pushes them up and out to provocative points. The tiny thong disappears in between the soft perfect curves of her rounded ass, and rides high on her hips. The garter belt is attached to sheer black seamed stockings.

She tries on the first dress. It is a pretty dark blue with white designs on it. The material is light and silky and semi-see-through, and it is very short. Her arms are visible above the door as she slips it on over her head.

Under the door her lower legs and her shoes can still be seen as she poses in front of the mirror. She turns round and settles the dress on her slim waist, smoothing out the skirt, pulling it down since it only just covers her stocking tops, and buckling the matching belt. She notices that her brassière, garter belt and thong, as well as her wide aureoles and nipples are slightly visible through marks head bobbers porno the filmy fabric. She likes that. The fabric is quite tight over her breasts, and her erect nipples make two lumps that cannot fail to be noticed. She likes that too. It is for that reason that she wears an open-cup brassière. She pulls at her nipples through the fabric to make them even larger.

Just then, she senses someone behind her. Impossible! She smiles and half laughs. The brightly-lit cubicle is fully visible in the mirror. There is a chair directly behind her, and the dresses hanging on the hook to her right, nothing else. She slips the flimsy dress off over her head again and puts it back on its hanger. Then for a reason she cannot quite understand, she slips her thong down to her knees and slips the straps of her brassière down off her shoulders, then pulls it down to her waist leaving her heavy breasts to swing free, completely naked. She turns round with her back to the mirror.

There is someone there! She sees the male figure as though the room is dark, even though the lights are bright. She turns again to the mirror. He is invisible. From outside, the only legs that can be seen are hers. He is invisible to everyone but her. He is naked, and his penis is incredibly large and erect.

She wonders why she is not surprised to see him there, and why she does not cry out. She knows what he is there for, and she is ready to let him do what he wants to her. She bends down with her hands on the seat of the chair, her legs slightly apart. He reaches for her swinging breasts. She stays still and lets him enjoy squeezing them for a while.

She realizes that the girl who was adjusting her shoes – the royal blue pumps – as she came in, is just leaving. She catches a glimpse of her shoes as she walks out of the dressing room. Adjusting her shoes? And the other cute girl who was leaving, so flushed in the face, when she came in? She bends lower to see more of the girl. Enough to see that she is carrying her panties and brassière in her hand!

The shadowy figure grabs her in this completely bent-over position, holds her firmly by the hips and thrusts himself into her. She gasps as he plunges deep and hard, and begins to pump. She feels the length of his thrust, realizing that almost the full length of his huge cock is inside her. His hands reach down once more for her huge swinging breasts, find the erect nipples and squeeze them. She senses how much he massage porno enjoys the softness of her luscious big breasts as he revels in the hot wetness of her sex. Her cries and moans as her enjoys her are the only indication of what is happening in the little cubicle. Still the only part of her that is visible from outside the cubicle is her lower legs and her 5-inch high patent leather high-heeled sandals.

A careful observer would notice that her feet are set slightly further apart than normal, and that her ankles are flexing rhythmically, but even her thong so far stays obediently around her knees. To a casual observer, she might easily be trying the next dress and adjusting the skirt or smoothing the sleeves. The reality is that she is moaning quietly and panting as an unknown male with a supernaturally large sex-organ enjoys the ripe fruits of her almost naked body, thrusting his huge penis into her freely offered sex and squeezing her big nipples mercilessly.

She bends over double, holding on to her ankles, as he thrusts hard and deep. Her breasts hang down and her hair reaches the floor. Now finally the flimsy thong slips down to her ankles. She looks down at her feet and realizes that if anyone were to look under the door now, they would see her long golden hair swinging backwards and forwards, both her hands gripped firmly around her ankles, as well as the tiny little black lace thong dangling between her shoes. Maybe they will notice the more active movement of her lower legs as she absorbs the hard thrusts of this invisible man.

Would they wonder what she was doing? Was that what the girl with the blue pumps and the one she saw when she came in were doing? Was that why she was ‘adjusting’ her shoes? Was he in there, fucking those other two girls just like this, before coming in here?

She struggles hard to stay upright, wanting not to interrupt his enjoyment of her perfect body by overbalancing. Once more he reaches down for her breasts, swinging wildly. She looks out under the door and sees the bright red high heeled pumps of another girl going by, pausing for a moment outside her cubicle, and then going into the adjacent one. She wonders if he will go in there after he has finished with her. She wonders if the girl next door is as big-breasted as she is, and is wearing the same kind of sexy frillies that she is. He pulls hard at her nipples as he fucks lustily.

She still only partly believes that this is happening to her as she waits for meet-suck and fuck porno him to release himself into her. She feels the hard thrusts as he climaxes, feels the liquid spurt inside her body, and smiles. He withdraws immediately.

He is gone. She remains bent double for a while. Was it her imagination? She feels liquid run from her sex, running slowly down her inside leg, and dripping on the floor. Perhaps others will see the semen dripping on the floor between her legs. Finally she stands up, then sits on the chair with her legs spread wide, but with her feet together. With her eager fingers at work on her clitoris and one nipple, it only takes her a short while to stimulate herself to orgasm. She tries to be quiet as she climaxes, but she doesn’t really care if someone overhears.

She sneaks a glance under the door of the adjacent cubicle. She can see the red 4″ high-heeled pumps, set close together, the black seamed stockings, and a pair of red silk and lace panties draped between them. Two hands with long red fingernails exactly matching the shoe colour are holding on to the heels. Once more there is a matching red silk and lace brassiere, rashly dropped on the floor by a girl hurriedly making herself ready for the same treatment. The floral silk dress has fallen from the chair onto the floor. A long mane of glossy blonde hair reaches almost to the floor, swinging rhythmically backwards and forwards. And the ankles are flexing. She hears a stifled moan and some girlish panting coming from inside the cubicle. He is still there, enjoying his fourth girl in ten minutes!

She rearranges her underwear. Her thong is restored to its proper place, caressing a pink, well-stimulated sex with liquid still oozing from the soft crevices. Her flimsy brassière once again cups her big beautiful breasts, pushing up and forward the flushed nipples that were so recently squeezed and pulled. She smiles and wonders if it really happened to her. She looks down. The moaning from the adjacent cubicle and the wet drips falling on the frilly panties tell her it did.

She tries on the other dresses. There is one she likes. A skimpy black one with a low-cut front that shamelessly exposes most of her breasts, and a deep split at the back of the skirt. Short. Easily pulled up to give access to her sex. A dress to be fucked in. She decides to buy it, as well as the blue one she tried on first.

She leaves quickly, smiling, somewhat flushed in the face. The girl with the red shoes comes out at the same time, she is young, pretty, looking a little embarrassed as she stuffs her panties into her purse, but they only glance at each other and smile, and go their separate ways.

She plans to come again to that same cubicle, soon. Maybe he will come, and maybe he will fuck her again. Who knows?

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– an addendum to Show Me How. Thanks for the love (an criticism) – S.S.

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I laid back and closed my eyes. Mom snuggled up to me, her head on my chest, my arm around her. She placed her outside leg across my upper thighs. Her knee nudged my semi-erect member. Her arm rested lightly on my chest. She hummed a deep contented sigh. The wetness that had issued so hotly from her and soaked her crotch had already cooled. I felt it dampen my hip as she pressed her pelvis to me.

Light post-orgasmic tremors shook her body. She purred like a content kitten. At the height of masturbating my mother, I had strongly considered mounting her so we might climax together. Now I was glad I didn’t. This was a gift a love, purely for her. If I had taken her while she was in the throes of passion, she could have seen all of this as an elaborate set up. She might have seen it as a betrayal of her trust. Of course I was painfully in need now. My balls ached from hovering at such an intense state of sexual excitement, only to descend from that peak without sweet release.

I held my mother in the dimly lit room. The air was warm and heavy with a narcotic mix of scented candles and her arousal. Before I knew it, I fell asleep. At some point in the middle of the night, mom got up to use the bathroom. The sound of water running in the sink woke me up. The door was open and the bathroom light was on. I took in the sight of her naked form as she washed her hands and face. My unmercifully teased cock once again swelled as I watched the reflection of her breasts swaying and bumping into each other. I fought the urge to crawl out of bed and bury my face between her dimpled ass cheeks.

She turned off the light when she was finished. Only the glow from her alarm clock’s display illuminated dvd porno our forms. The candles had burnt themselves out. She slid into the bed next to me.

‘Baby? Are you awake?’ she whispered.

I turned to face her. I placed my hand on her bare shoulder and brought my face to hers. Her lips were slightly parted as I lightly pressed mine to hers. We held the kiss like that for several seconds; feeling the warmth of each other’s mouth, barely touching, our lips still swollen from the unconstrained biting and sucking during her passionate masturbation session. Now our breath intermingled in a kiss that expressed pure open-hearted intimacy.

She withdrew but a few millimeters and breathed, ‘Are you ok, baby? What are you thinking?’

‘Being with you like this is bliss.’ I whispered back, ‘I was waiting for a red light to pop into my head. Some impulse that told me this was wrong. It never came, mom. Every step of this has felt right. Being your guide, sharing this ecstasy, this closeness — it feels exactly where I ought to be.’

She kissed me. The emotion it expressed told me she felt the same.

‘Baby, the orgasm you gave me was… just unbelievable.’ She reached between our bodies and took my upturned erection in her hand. ‘But you have wakened a deeper desire inside me. Please, please make love to me.’

I gasped at her touch. Her grip was light. She only moved her hand an inch one way, then an inch the other. Yet the feel of this woman’s hand surpassed any pleasure my previous lovers had ever given me. I placed my forehead to hers and groaned,

‘I love you so much. Yes, let me love you. Let me satisfy your every need. ‘

She let go of my manhood and wrapped her arms around me. We kissed with a heat born of equal ensest porno parts raw lust and pure love. I ran my hand down the side of her naked body. When I reached her knee, I drew her leg over my hip. She hooked her leg behind me and drew our bodies together. My erection snaked its way between her legs. I felt the damp heat of her enflamed need on the top-side of my shaft. As we sucked, bit and licked each other’s mouth, her hips instinctively rocked back and forth on my organ. Her clit bumped and glided on the vainy shaft.

I reached between us and pawed one of her sweat-slick breasts. She roughly turned my head so she could bite my earlobe. She then begged, ‘Please baby. I need you so bad. Fill me, please.’ Still lying on our sides, I tilted my hips so the head of my hard on nestled between her labia. It felt like a soaking wet kiss on my prick’s head. I pulled back and ran my length through those petals, lubricating myself well in the process. I turned my mom on her back. I held myself above her at arm’s length, poised between her open legs, the underside of my cock teasing her clit as I slowly gyrated. I gazed down at this lust-drunk beauty. Her large breasts were spilling off to each side. I leaned down a captured one fat nipple in my mouth and lovingly sucked. She moaned and reached for my rod with both hands. I kissed my way up her neck while she jerked me. When my mouth met hers, our kiss was more controlled. It was about to happen and the moment was overwhelming for both of us.

I broke the lip lock and whispered, ‘Put me inside you.’

She was sopping wet and I was hard as iron. Still, her neglected womanhood was tight. When my swollen head gained entrance, my mother’s nails raked across my back. She had a look of fearful determination czech amateurs porno on her face. She wordlessly nodded her head when I asked if she was alright. I started gently rocking my girth in and out. Slowly, a half inch of probing became an inch.. then an inch became three. Eventually her body accepted me. Her pussy felt searing hot.

Once the trauma of entering her passed, she began to cry silently. I asked her if she wanted me to stop but she emphatically shook her head ‘no’. She grabbed my head with both hands and assaulted my mouth and face with kisses as my 8 inches began to slid in and out of her. I could taste the salt and feel the wetness from her tears on my face. The rhythm of our coupling was slow, steady and loving.

My mother’s words were interspersed with sobs. ‘I need you like this forever. I could never live without this now. I feel complete for the first time in my life. Oh baby.. Baby! I’m coming again! Oh my God! Baby?! Oh my God!’

I didn’t think we had sufficiently built up to an orgasm. It seemed to hit her out of nowhere, fast and hard. The walls of her pussy convulsed around my cock. In turn, the control I normally possessed disappeared. I had an instant to decide whether to pull out or cum inside her. I abandoned myself to instinct and buried myself as deep as I could penetrate. Jet after jet shot out of me. We locked eyes for a moment once it began then came together in an urgent kiss that completed out union. Both of our bodies convulsing in mutual ecstasy.

I shuddered as my prick continued to jerk and buck within her. Our kisses evolved into soft assurances of love. I could feel my arms begin to tremble so I had to withdraw and lay on my back. My mom moaned in disappointment when I slipped out of her. She cuddled up to my side and breathed in my ear.

‘That was the greatest moment of my life, baby. I love you so, so much.’

‘Nothing could ever approach what we’ve just unlocked. Let me love you like that forever, mom.’

‘No need to ask. You own me now baby, body and soul.’

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I’m sitting on the couch reading when she sits down next to me. The smell of her perfume igniting a stream of images in my head. The story I’m reading gets lost in the flood of information. My eyes continue to scan the lines of text trying to find the beat of the story again but I can’t help but think of her.

Next to me she swings her legs onto the couch. Her bottom of her white-stocking covered feet rest against my thigh.

I try to focus on the words in front of me again and the curiosity gets the better of me. I close the book, sit it aside, and turn to look.

She smiles and bites her lip as my eyes take her in. She is wearing a black chocker, black panties, and white opaque knee high stockings. Her hands rest in her lap. She gives me a slight smirk and a don’t-mind-me shrug.

My body starts to come alive. My pulse quickens, my pants start to tighten, and my stomach does an anxious flip. I place a hand on her calf. I love the feel of her stockings. My fingers glide over the material and I suddenly want to more.

She pulls her leg away. “No touching,” she says and then pulls her knees up and spreads her legs. One of her hands traces a slow path from the top her knee, slowly down her thigh to her panties. I can’t help but follow its progress. She spreads her hand blocking my view of her center.

Peaking from under her panties I see a hint of skin and feel like I just caught a glimpse up the skirt of a girl in school. The thrill causes the butterflies in my stomach to take flight.

She closes her eyes letting her hand explore between her legs. Her fingers teasing the skin beneath the cloth. She lets out a soft moan.

When she opens her eyes she catches me watching and smiles. She lifts the edge of her panties giving me a quick view before hiding it again. I think my face is neutral but she must see some frustration because she laughs. Her fingers hook under the edge of her panties and push down as she brings her knees together. The panties slid over knees and to her ankles. She leans forward and hold the cloth to my face.

I can smell her arousal and it is fuel to my own fire burning within. It calls to me like a siren’s call. My body screams for me to do something. To reach and touch. My mouth aches to taste her.

She drops the panties on my lap and leans back. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth until it turns spreads into something wicked sert porno and sexy.

One hand slides between her legs to play with herself. She holds my gaze as a finger slips inside. Her mouth appears to be about to unleash sound but I hear nothing but an escape of breath. She slides it free and leans forward placing the wet finger under my nose letting me get the scent before returning it to its place.

It is joined any another. Her fingers glisten from her arousal. Slowly the sounds of pleasure build from a whispered breath to groans. Her body starts to tighten and her heels dig into the couch as the intensity increases.

I break from her gaze to watch her fingers slide in and out the heel of her hand sliding against her clit. Her fingers work in a steady rhythm. When my eyes find her face her smile is gone replaced with the furrowed brow of concentration. I can see from her face the pleasure is climbing the dam holding it back. Then her eyes rollback as she shutters. Her ragged breath starts to slow. Her gaze catches mine and I can see she is not sated.

When she finally relaxes she shifts to her knees and leans to me. Her wet fingers rub against my lips. I part them allowing them access to my tongue. My mouth fills with the salty sweet taste of her. When she pulls away, her mouth is on mine. Her tongue sliding on mine. Our mouths tangled in a rough dance full of heat. A hand finds the hair at the back of my head and takes hold. Her body presses into me. Kissing her is my favorite thing. To feel her want of me in her kiss and the taste of her tongue.

My hand works it way up her sides taking time to enjoy the feel of her skin. It is soft and smooth. I take hold of her neck holding her against me. She rubs the hardness in my pants and I need to have her. I feel her smile at my lips, and when she pulls away there is mischief in her eyes.

She straddles me and I feel her heat hovering above my cock as she grinds against me. She pulls my head to her breasts. Her skin smells of soap and perfume. Her fingers scratch lightly at the back of my neck and her teeth tug at the top of my ear sending shivers down my back and causing my cock to solidify into stone.

How can this woman ignite this animalistic lust inside me? I want to run my tongue all over her body. To taste every inch from her feet to her neck. To cover my face in her scent so that sex mex porno I am constantly reminded of her. I run my tongue along her collarbone and then pull her head back to lick her neck to her ear lobe.

She slides down to the floor and pulls down my zipper. Her hand disappears into my pants. Her hand wraps around my cock. Her touch is cold against heat of my member and then she pulls it free.

She looks up at me, and smiles. Her tongue is rough as it slides up the back from the base to the tip. The anticipation is heavy as she pauses with the tip of my cock near her lips. She slowly takes me in letting me watch as her lips push over the head and down. My cock disappears as the pressure slides down and then she slide back up.

I pull her hair out of the way to give myself a better view. The sensation of pressure and warmth and the cool air in a battler as she works up and down. Her tongue presses against the back of my cock. The view and the feeling threaten to call my orgasm to the surface, but I fight to get it back. I’m not ready for this to be over.

She stops and moves over to the couch spreading her legs again. She doesn’t say anything, but curls her finger beckoning me to her. I take her ankle in my hand and raise it to my mouth. I start at her stocking-covered foot kissing a path along her instep. Then lick along her calf to her knee. Then along the inside of her thigh to her wet center. I run my tongue over her lips slowly trying to give just the barest of touch. I let my breath caress her skin. I split her seam with my tongue feeling the smooth wet ecstasy waiting for me. She tastes amazing.

This is my church. The alter at which I worship. My tongue finds her clitoris and circles it. She lets out a moan and her hands grab at my hair. That those moans are mine makes me almost giddy. I lick, suck, and kiss until my face is covered with her scent and my tongue is covered with her arousal. I don’t want to stop. but there are other parts that need my attention.

I leave my fingers to explore as I continue licking a path to her breasts. I greet each breast with my tongue before taking my time to get to know each nipple. Pulling each one into my mouth and grazing them with my teeth.

She tilts her head back as I lick the top of her breasts. I bite at her neck loving how primal it is. She pushes me back and catches my eyes with hers. “I stranded teens porno want you to fuck me,” she says.

I lean back and take her in. “You’re a dirty girl aren’t you?”

She spreads her legs. I’m drawn to the hint of pink waiting for me. Then her tone turns coy, “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

Fuck yes I do. I want to hold her down and fuck her. To bend her over, press her head into the couch and bury my shaft to the hilt inside her. To cover her in my cum. To mark her as mine.

I grab her ankle and hold her leg as I move between her legs.

The blunt head of my cock rests just outside her entrance and take a moment to enjoy the view. All it would take is a small push and I would be inside her. She arches her back.

I slide the tip of my erection from the bottom to the top pressing it against her clitoris. Holding the base of my cock and I slowly split her open and watch as my erection disappears inside. She is eager and she accepts my length easily.

I push inside then take hold of her hips and pull out with with deliberate force. I enjoy the feel as skin slides past skin and enjoy watching my cock slide out. The way it shimmers from her wetness.

I take hold of her hips and pull her to me and then push away sliding her on and then off my cock. Each time I thrust gets harder. We grunt and moan together as I push deeper.

Her hands find her bouncing breasts and wrap around them as fuck. Our bodies moving in harmony. We lock eyes and her legs wrap around my waist. The friction changes and I push even deeper.

“Yes,” she calls out. “Fuck me. Harder.”

I obliged concentrating on trying to push my cock through her. I try to impale her to the couch. Her fingernails scratched lines down my back and I hiss at the bright pain.

“Yes. Oh yes,” She shouts and then her body shutters and she clenches my shaft as her dam breaks and her release rolls over her.

“Fuck,” I say as I start to feel the familiar tingle start to climb my legs. “I’m gonna cum.” The sensation causes my legs to shudder and I try to ignore it. I try to hold back as long as possible.

“I want to you to cum in me,” she says between breaths. “I want to you to fill my pussy.”

The fuse burns faster with the tone of her words. I feel my cock tighten and her moans get louder. I take hold of her hips and thrust one more time then stop. “Oh fuck,” I call out as my cock explodes with my orgasm. She tightens around my cock with each spasm. I try to hold each spasm of pleasure back trying to prolong it.

My body starts to relax and I slide my cock free. Her finger slides over her stomach to pussy and inside. She smiles.

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