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It was almost a year since Arnold’s wife and son died in a freak car accident. He loved both very much, and the memories hurt to much for him to stay in Ireland any longer. Arnold was 35, still attractive looking, 6’3″, dark hair blue eyes, well built, 180 lbs, but the emptiness in his face showed, and he felt twice his age. So in a desperate attempt, Arnold packed up and left for the country where so many of his forefathers went in desperate times, America.

Arnold was well educated, had his degree in Software Engineering, so he had no problem getting into the States. Even though, he like almost everyone else in Ireland, had relations in the States, he wanted to forget his old life and try to start anew. He had plenty of money after his wife died, the insurance of both his wife and child, plus the money he made selling his house, left his financially secure.

Florida was the place he picked. The sun and sea were what he loved. He spent many a long evening looking across the Atlantic from the west coast of Ireland, feeling its freedom, dreaming, thinking of what he would do now. Arnold got to Florida, and spent a few nights in an hotel near the sea. He searched the adds for a job and an apartment. Within a week he had gotten himself a job at an all girls college, teaching computer science. He had a number of years work experience, knew several computer languages, and had several references which secured him the job.

It was an exclusive college, for ‘rich kids’. It was the sort of college that girls were sent to, to teach them ‘proper’ behavior and give them a broad background in the field they were most interested in. Arnold only thought colleges like this existed in England for the upper class. Class discrimination also existed in the States. There were very few male lecturers in the college, but they had a hard time getting someone of sufficient standard for the college, and Arnold’s background was everything they were looking for, they couldn’t refuse him.

He was introduced to his class Monday by the head Mistress.

“This is Mr. Arnold ladies. He is your new instructor for computer science.”

It was a class of 25 girls. They were about 18 to 20 years old. And everyone looked beautiful. It was apparent they were from rich backgrounds, and all well dressed. The college had no uniform as such, but ‘encouraged’ the girls to dress well, as ‘proper’ ladies.

“I’ll leave it to you Mr. Arnold then.” she told Arnold.

“Hi. I’m Arnold More, and as you may have noticed from my accent, I’m from Ireland. I’m going to teach you about computers, how they work and how we can make them do what every we want. The bulk of the material will be based around computer languages …. “

Arnold continued on. The nervousness was apparent in his voice, but after the hour was up, he had settled into it. Afterwards he realized how much he enjoyed it, and how much it helped him take his mind of his troubles for the first time.

He finished up early, and continued to look for a suitable apartment near the college. But he had no luck.

After a week in college, and getting to know most of the other lectures, a teacher named Heidi offered Arnold an apartment. Heidi was 5’8″, blonde, blue eyes and a beautiful body. 36C 24 36. She thought the girls stance.

“It’s fairly big, two bedrooms, with a large living room, bathroom and kitchen.” Heidi replied. “Are you interested?”

“Yes, great!” Arnold replied. “I’ve been looking for a place for weeks now. Anything will do.”

That weekend Arnold moved in.

“Hi Arnold.” Heidi greeted him. “This is Francess, she shares my room.”

“Hi Francess. Nice to meet you.” Arnold said.

“Hi.” was all Francess said, in a cold voice. Francess was Italian decent. Dark brown wavy hair, that went down just past her shoulders. She was also 5’8″, with dark brown eyes. She had a fabulous body, 37D 24 36. Arnold was a bit puzzled by the cold reception he got from Francess.

Heidi showed Arnold around. His room was small, but not too small, there was a double bed, and it was nicely decorated. But the main attraction for Arnold was the view of the sea. There were big glass sliding doors that led out to an open balcony of the 8th floor apartment. And the sea was only about 600 yards away. The sound and smell of the sea was beautiful.

“Interested?” Heidi asked Arnold.

“Yes, definitely!” Arnold replied.

“Francess was here first. It’s really her apartment I guess, but the rent is just that bit too much, and we decided to get someone else. Francess works at a near by electronics company. Excuse her attitude, but she isn’t that interested in men. We have had a few girls, but they left, or it was too expensive for them.”

Suddenly it clicked in Arnold head. Not having experienced any thing like this back home, it came as a bit of a shock, but it didn’t matter to him.

“Are you two … well are you both … ‘intimate’?” Arnold asked.

“Yes we are lesbians.” xhamster porno Heidi replied. “Is that a problem?”

“No no!” Arnold replied blushing, “I just didn’t realize. It really make no difference to me.”

“Good!”Heidi replied. “That’s the reason other women left. But if you want to bring other girls back her, or what ever your preference is, that’s OK with us.”

“Oh I don’t think there will be much of that.” Arnold said, as his past came gushing back in his mind.

After a few weeks Arnold settled into his new life. He began to enjoy himself as the smile came back to his face. The college offered him a new responsibility as he did his best to educate the girls, realizing he was part of forming their future. Heidi and Francess were also a new realization for him, and opened his eyes. At first he couldn’t figure out how Heidi could be teaching girls to act proper, when she led a lesbian life herself. But soon he found out she was as normal as anyone.

Heidi was always full of life. And every morning she came into the kitchen usually with a sort dressing grown, sometimes with only her panties and bra on. Heidi and Francess got used to Arnold, and soon didn’t think anything about walking around half naked in front of him. Arnold didn’t think anything much about it himself at first. Gradually he began to notice just how beautiful they were.

Heidi’s breasts were fairly big and firm. She had nice sized pink nipples, he could see them through some of her bras. Some were see through. Her breasts didn’t wobble or giggle about much when she walked. She had a beautiful round ass, which Arnold soon got to adore. Francess had a fabulous body also. Her darker skin was very attractive to him. Her larger breasts were fabulous, truly her best assets. She had very full round breasts, with dark brown nipples, surrounded by large aureole. Her breasts tended to wobble a bit more in her skimpy bras as she walked. She had a firm body, firm tight ass, she worked out often, and spent a lot of time at the local gym.

Soon the life returned to Arnold’s penis also. The hormones began to ebb and flow again. He looked forward to seeing them walk around the apartment in their underwear. The bulge in his pants also showed the women just how much he liked them. The two girls just teased him more. Arnold of course realized this but dare not ever make a move. Sometimes he got a glimpse of Heidi naked as she walked from her room to the bathroom.

The summer came, and the heat rose to the 100s. Arnold still went to college in his crisp shirt and tie and dark colored pants, just what was required. But it was too hot for any underwear. The girls themselves, dressed well, mostly in short skirts, and white blouses. It was always required for them to remain decent at all times.

At Arnold sat at his computer, in front of the girls during their two hour tutorial, he found himself looking at them, admiring their young firm bodies. Looking at their tanned long legs underneath their desks, Arnold stared at them, one girl in particular. She was in the front, and had a very short skirt. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to solve the problems Arnold had set for them, her skirt rode higher and higher. Arnold could only stare as her panties came into view each time she crossed her legs. Other girls in the class saw him stare.

Suddenly he was wakened from his trance as the girl whose legs he was staring at called him:

“Mr. More!” She called.

Arnold blinked and looked at her.

“Yes Jessica.” he replied.

“Can you help me a minute, please sir?” Jessica asked with a big smile.

Arnold rose from his seat immediately and waked towards Jessica, it was only as he started to walk did he feel his erection causing a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Unfortunately, almost half the class noticed his bulge also. Arnold was blushing as he walked around the desk towards Jessica, unable to hide his erection. He could hear some giggles echoing around the room.

He stood by Jessica, with one hand on her terminal screen, the other on the back of her chair, looking at the screen, trying to brush off his ‘unfortunate’ situation. Jessica just stared at his bulge.

“Yes Jessica?” he asked.

Jessica snapped out of her little trance and explained her problem to Arnold. Every now and then she took small glances at his crotch while talking, looking at his still hard cock.

Arnold, even though he was concentrating on the problem, looked at Jessica now and then, and at her legs. Her long legs, and firm thighs, were clearly on show for him. Jessica had pulled back to give Arnold better access to the terminal. As he explained to Jessica the solution, he looked down, and couldn’t avoid her spread legs. Jessica realized this and spread her legs a little more. Her skirt was displaying almost her entire legs.

Arnold became more and more distracted, and stuttered his way through the explanation. yaşlı porno His cock hadn’t felt this hard in a long time. Then he saw Jessica raise her right leg and rest her ankle on her left leg, like a man usually would, with legs spread. She stared in Arnold’s eyes, looking very interested in his explanation. She glanced at his bulge now and then. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, exposing all her legs and silk white lacy panties. Arnold couldn’t take his eyes off her. For the first time in years Arnold realized how horny he felt. Pictures went through his mind. Wondering how it would feel to touch her .. to bury his face between her soft thighs .. to taste her pussy ..

The bell went.

Everyone got up and left. Jessica rose, and Arnold watched her skirt fall back into place, covering her panties and the tops of her thighs. Arnold came back to reality, and felt Jessica press into him as she got up to leave. She brushed his cock with her hand as she passed.

“Bye Mr. More.” Jessica smiled.

“Err … yes, bye Jessica, we’ll continue this the next time.” He replied.

Jessica left giving him a wink and a smile.

Arnold was confused. He had mixed feelings and thoughts. He had flash backs of his wife and child, but the pain was less. He was also confused about the girls. He hadn’t felt that horny in such a long time. But he knew he would have to keep his hormones at bay at work. He would surly loose his job if he ever had any sexual relationship with any of the girls.

He walked the beach as he had done so many times since he got here, thinking, sorting his mind and mixed feelings. As he strolled the beach he saw all the beautiful bodies sprawled out in the sun. The heat sun, sea, sand, tits and pussy was getting too much for Arnold so he went home.

As he entered the apartment, he could hear Heidi and Francess in the bedroom. They didn’t hear him come in.

“Oh yes fuck me, stick it in deep Francess baby. You fuck so good … yes Ohhh fuck … YES!”

Francess and Heidi were at it again. It was like so many other times. He would hear them often through the thin walls at night. The buzzing of the vibrators, the moaning, screaming. They seemed to be at it all the time lately.

Arnold walked towards his room, and noticed they left their door half opened. He stopped and stared. Francess had a huge 10 inch strap on dildo, and was fucking Heidi. He could only see them from behind. Heidi was lying on her back, legs spread. While Francess was between her legs pumping away at Heidi. Her firm ass looked beautiful as it pumped up and down between Heidi’s wide spread legs. The sweat was rolling down her back, dripping down between the cheeks of her ass, down towards her pussy. What a beautiful sight Arnold thought.

“Bet you wish this was Arnold’s cock pounding into that tight pussy of yours, don’t you bitch!” Francess said as she fucked Heidi.

Arnold nearly dropped when he heard this. He opened his pants and pulled out his already stiff cock. It was a long time since he felt it like this. It felt so good as he ran his fingers up and down the length of his 8 inch cock. As he stroked his cock, looking at the two women fucking, Francess slowed down, and stopped. She flopped back on the king size bed, and Heidi sat up. She instantly saw Arnold. Arnold froze, with this fist clenching his rock hard cock. She only smiled and said nothing. Francess was flat out, eyes closed. Heidi was so beautiful.

Heidi then laid back and picked up the nearby vibrator. She spread her legs and switched it on. She inserted it into her pussy. Every now and then she’d take it to her lips, sucking her own cum off it. She stared at Arnold as she did it. Arnold resumed his masturbation. Even lying back on the bed, her tits stood proudly up. There was only a slight sag to the side. Her nipples, although not long like Francess’, were much thicker when erect. Her labia were red and swollen, and as she slipped the vibrator in and out, her pussy lips clung to the side of the vibrator, kissing it. Arnold could only stare at her bare pussy, how he wished it was his cock and not the vibrator that was sliding in and out of her sweet pussy. He wasn’t able to see Francess’ pussy, the strap on dildo was covering it. But he guessed it was also shaved because he couldn’t see any hair at all. After a few minutes Heidi started bucking off the bed, moaning, and Cuming. She clenched her eyes shut.

When she came back down, and opened her eyes, Arnold was gone. Arnold was in his room, lying back on the bed naked, cock in hand. Pulling furiously on his big fat cock. It felt so good as he pumped his fist up and down his cock. Soon he felt the cum boiling deep in his balls. The pre-cum was already running down the sides of his cock, he rubbed it into the big bulbous purple head of his shiny cock.

“Ohhhhh! Fuuuuuck!” he roared.

His whole body tensed up, he raised his hips off the bed, suddenly his aldatma porno cum burst up his cock, spewing it a few feet into the air. He came for a long time sending spunk flying every where, most of it landed in a large pool on his chest and stomach.

Then just as he was stopping coming, the door burst open and Heidi stood there naked.

“Are you all right Arnold….. oh sorry!” Heidi said. “I thought something was wrong when I heard you roar, but it looks like everything is fine.”

Heidi stared at arnold’s cock. It was still rock hard, still twitching in arnold’s cum covered hand. Arnold jumped off the bed, startled.

“Oh….I’m fine…I was just …. well I guess you see. Sorry I didn’t mean to shout ….” Arnold said.

“It’s OK Arnold, I understand.” Heidi cut in. “I guess we make a bit of noise much the same now and then too.”

Heidi stared at Arnold’s now still stiff cock. Cum was dripping down his chest and stomach, off his hand and cock also, it was every where. She stared at his shiny cock knob for a minute as it glistened with cum. Arnold stared at her for a minute also. trying to take in all of her beautiful naked body. His eyes were switching from her big firm tits, that stood so proudly out from her chest, to her glistening wet, bare pussy lips. Her nipples were a beautiful sight. He felt his cock remain as hard as ever, as he studied her.

“Well … I’ll leave you to clean up, bye!” Heidi finally said as she disappeared out the door, with a wide smile.

Arnold flopped back on the bed, exhausted, cock still hard.

“Oh boy, did I need that.” he said to himself. Arnold felt a bit guilty of what he did. Both from masturbating, and from spying on Heidi and Francess making love, for which he apologized the next morning to Heidi. To get his mind of things, that weekend he bought himself a car, and spent the weekend driving around in his convertible, sight seeing. He drove up the coast on Sunday, and found a secluded stretch of beach. He parked the car and went for a swim.

Arnold loved to swim naked, especial in hot weather like this. He striped and ran in to the water, loving the feeling of the water caressing his body. The water felt so relaxing, and he floated on his back letting his cares and worries drift away.

Monday morning he felt fresh, and better than he did in a long time. The girls also seemed to look more beautiful than ever. Jessica looked as sexy as ever, as did they all. Today was a normal lecture class, no PCs. Arnold was at the board explaining more principles and concepts to them. Finally he gave them a problem to think about. Arnold walked down through the class, checking on them, helping them through the problem.

Jessica like most of the other girls, thought Arnold was good looking, and after his performance the week before with Jessica, they were out to impress Arnold with their bodies. Some of them were dressed more provocatively than usual. Jessica for one, was dressed in a short loose mini skirt. She had a halter top on, and it was obvious she was wearing no bra. Her smallish breasts, and hard nipples were clearly outlined by the top for Arnold to see.

Vivian was wearing colored leggings and a tight tee shirt. Vivian was tall with long legs, and very large breasts. Vivian measured 38DD 26 37, about 5′ 10″. A very attractive blonde.

” Mr. More!” Vivian called.

“Yes Vivian.” Arnold replied.

Arnold approached Vivian, admiring her body, taking in those huge globes bursting through her shirt. As Vivian asked the question, Arnold’s cock stiffened as he admired her body. She turned to face Arnold as he explained. Her long legs were spread as she sat, and the leggings were riding up the crack of her pussy, clearly outlining her already swollen labia. Arnold stared at her body, fumbling and stuttering as he answered. Vivian’s nipples began to swell and harden, as they became more and more apparent.

Arnold managed to break free and went to the board. He called the classes attention as he wanted to explain Vivian’s point to everyone. He wrote, and then faced the class, his cock was still rock hard, and remained hard as he looked at the girls, both Vivian and Jessica were exchanging glances at each other giggling, as were most of the others. They set Arnold up, and he knew it, but didn’t care. If they wanted to see his cock, then so what. He didn’t care now, but started to relax and enjoy the attention. His pants were a bit tighter than usual, and he still wore no underwear, so his hard cock was clearly outlined by his pants for them all to see.

He could see the girls staring at his hard cock and swollen cock knob. They seemed to gasp and admire his cock, as he did their beautiful bodies. By the end of the class a small wet patch appeared at the top of his knob where the pre-cum was oozing out his flared piss hole. Finally the class ended, and Arnold waited behind before leaving, waiting for his erection to subside, but it didn’t drop much.

When he left the class Heidi was talking to Vivian and Jessica down the corridor and Arnold was walking their way.

“Mr. More!” Heidi called. “This sort of attire is not allowed in school. Are you aware of that?”

“Er .. no, no I wasn’t Miss Redwood.” Arnold replied looking bewildered.

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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange chain-letter through e-mail, discover that two mutual friends (Vivian and Rachel) are also engaged in a secret relationship. Both women agree to seduce the unknowing couple separately…

1.

Andrea sneaked into the kitchen, dropping her suitcase and smiling at Fey, sitting at the large dinner table.

“Afternoon, dear. Mmmmm…” Her kiss was deep and enthusiastic, her tongue dancing inside Fey’s eager mouth. She reached over from behind, snaking around Fey, who shifted in her seat to accommodate her. Andrea caught a glimpse of several balance sheets, interest reports and investment accounts covering the smooth, varnished surface of the table. “What are you doing? Keeping up with the paperwork?”

Fey smiled warmly, still flushed by the kiss. Every time Andrea came in from work, she could look forward to a delightful interlude. “Yeah, we have a charity auction in two weeks. I’m working on projections.”

“The work of the rich and beautiful fundraiser is never done, mmmh?” Andrea teased, pulling up a chair and sitting down right next to Fey. She took off the jacket that hung over her white blouse, dropping it on the backrest, and kicked off her shoes.

“Well, I *do* have to catch up. I was… a tad busy this afternoon.”

Andrea grinned, interested in the implication behind the slight pause. “Vivian?” she ventured.

Fey winked at her, with a wicked expression on her face.

“And just exactly what kind of activity caused that delay?” Andrea inquired eagerly.

Fey stood up slowly, clasping Andrea’s hand in her own and pulling her up from the chair she had just sat in. “How about we get you out of these clothes and I can tell you” she said softly.

2.

Office Hours were brisk and hectic at Wilsons and Wilsons. Fey arrived around one-thirty, not bothering to schedule an appointment. The secretary gave her the usual routine speech until Fey coerced her into calling Vivian, at which point the lawyer ran out of her private office to welcome Fey with open arms.

They sat in comfortable leather sofa-chairs, next to the large desk cluttered with files, papers and legal documents, and chatted for a while. Vivian complained about her heavy case load, but expressed a dire and genuine need to go out on a girl’s night one of these days, for old times’ sake. Fey filled her in on the small changes in her own life, somehow managing not to mention Andrea, as well as the rather drastic changes in her sexual preferences. She also dropped subtle hints to the effect that this was much more than a social call. Eventually, the usual banter between girlfriends gave way to the affair at hand. Vivian crossed her legs, right over left knee, and Fey did not fail to notice her long legs.

“What can I do for you?” she asked, sensing that Fey had come for a specific reason.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, really” Fey told her. “I’m here for your advice. Both as a lawyer and as a friend.”

“Certainly,” Vivian assured her, her hands coming together on her knee. “What can I do?” Fey recounted the details of the fictitious incident with perfect skill and timing. The slight tremor in her voice was reminiscent of latent nervousness, as was her subtle avoidance of Vivian’s soft, hazel eyes. It immediately triggered an alarm in Vivian’s head, since Fey was really *not* the kind of person to break down under any kind of pressure… a child born into a wealth, raised sensibly by loving parents who encouraged her talents and interests, a woman who studied and worked hard, became heir to a sizable family fortune-and had the skill to do it well… Fey was *never* upset about her work.

Vivian focused attentively on Fey’s words, trying to gleam some kind of understanding. A fellow chairperson, in charge of a mutual charity fund Fey supposedly administered in concert with a corporate partnership in the private sector, had made advances to her. This person also happened to be the key to the company’s ultimate approval of a very large and generous charity donation.

“Advances?” Vivian inquired worriedly. “What this man do?”

Fey breathed in deeply, managed an acutely embarrassed look. “Uh, actually… it was a… ‘she'”

She glimpsed Vivian’s reaction, a concerned frown followed by a gentle nod.

“What did this… person do?”

Fey did her best to look flustered. “She began massaging my shoulders following a late night meeting to go over Casibom some figures. We were both tired, I was pretty racked, maybe even a bit tense. Maybe she noticed I was a little stressed out, and wanted to help me get rid of it. It all seemed rather innocent at first.”

Vivian nodded, concentrating on Fey’s every word. “Go on.”

“I had a funny feeling. Her hands were caressing me at times. She lingered a bit much. I didn’t think much of it at first. Her perfume smelled nice… when I finally stood up… began stepping closer.”

Her pause went on for several heartbeats.

“She… walked into my arms. It was all very strange. I didn’t really fight it. I was… surprised. It only became uncomfortable when her cheek stroked mine. Her hands moved around my hips and brought me closer to her body. I felt her against me…”

Fey still observed Vivian from the corner of her eye, noting her friend’s impassible stare. Her thoughts briefly returned to that strange e-mail that had been sent by Andrea. Despite what she and her lover suspected, she knew she still had to tweak her story slightly, eliminating the notion of a coercive act and win the lawyer’s sympathy… and seduce her.

“I felt her lips against me. It was like a dream… like I was outside myself. I couldn’t quite believe what she was doing… I never thought I’d find myself in a situation like this…”

Vivian reached out from the adjacent sofa with her right hand, covering Fey’s in a gentle and supportive way as she began shaking like a leaf. “It’s OK… don’t worry, I’m listening… Did you get a chance to struggle? Did anyone see the both of you?”

“No…” Fey whispered, eyes glued to the carpeted floor, “I … I didn’t really *want* to fight it.”

Vivian shifted slightly on the sofa, her leg brushing momentarily and involuntarily against Fey’s. “Was she pressuring you in other ways?” she asked softly. “Did she tell you this was the only way her company would hand over the money to the charity?”

Fey shook her head. “I wasn’t thinking about that. I wasn’t thinking… about anything. Her breath was sweet… I don’t think I could have broken away… even if I had wanted to.”

Vivian frowned, and for an infinitesimal moment, seemed unsure of herself, unable to understand. Her hand, still covering Fey’s, squeezed gently. “Don’t take this the wrong way Fey… I just want to be absolutely sure… do you think it may have something to do with the fact that this person pressured you, and may have… confused you a little?”

She was hesitating, struggling with her words, unsure what to imply, unsure of what her words meant or insinuated. Fey remained silent for a time, and finally brought her other hand to cover Vivian’s. “I don’t think it was wrong for me to kiss her back… It didn’t feel wrong…” she murmured. Vivian’s visage betrayed conflicting emotions, but the trembling of her hand was all the indication Fey needed. She could feel Vivian’s pulse race as she cradled her right hand, and her fingers enlaced those of the beautiful, professional woman who was attempting to comfort her.

“I’m not saying it’s wrong…” Vivian finally said, “but… what I mean is…” her voice trailed off, her concentration broken by Fey’s gentle caress. Despite the delicate tan of her skin, she seemed to be blushing.

A moment later, she sighed, brushing long strands of black hair behind her ear with her left hand. Then, her words came out softly, diplomatically. “If she did something that was against your will, then what she did was wrong. Was it… unwanted? Is that why… you came…?”

Fey’s dark green eyes were filled with guilt, submissively kept downward. Her voice was becoming softer and softer with each response, as if she were sinking deeper and deeper into a dream “I’m not sure…”

“You’re not sure she forced herself on you,” Vivian whispered, “…or you’re not sure you didn’t want her…” Fey’s eyes suddenly rose to meet Vivian’s, and spoke tender words that send a current running through her spine. “Have you ever wondered how it would be?”

Vivian lost herself in Fey’s mesmerizing gaze. For a moment, she was caught between long, eternal seconds, caught in the soft beauty of the woman whose caressing fingers were sending shivers that warmed her entire body. Then, sharply, she looked away, pulling her hands to her, shattering the spell. She quickly stood up and reached for a tissue box behind her desk, as if to hand it to Fey. Her heart and mind fought for control as her body shook with growing passion, trying to reassert control.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, felt herself being turned slowly around. Felt arms sliding around her delicate hips. Her own arms remained at her sides, unwilling to fight the sudden embrace. Fey’s breath was hot on her lips. Her mouth opened, her body trembling momentarily as she immersed herself in the slow, languorous kiss. Seconds trickled by as Fey continued, her fingers rising in Vivian’s back, caressing the curve of her Casibom Giriş spine through the rich fabric of her executive garb, pulling her closer. Vivian relinquished all control, this new spell melting away any and all resistance. Halfway through the kiss, she opened her mouth, accepting Fey’s eager, probing tongue. Finally, she pulled back, catching her breath, her body warm, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, a wetness seeping between her legs.

Fey’s breath was sweet and intoxicating. “Please” she begged, “I… need you… want you…” Vivian’s body responded to the plea, her assertiveness reborn in an explosion of sudden, intense, undeniable lust. She lowered her mouth down upon Fey’s, brushing her lips teasingly against hers.

“Let me” she said simply. They turned together, like a waltzing couple, Vivian in the lead. She pushed Fey back against her desk, graciously guiding her up on it’s cold, wooden edge. Her hand caressed its way down Fey’s chest and hips, her fingertips brushing against the white cotton shirt, sliding under the long folds of her light peach skirt, searching out the thin fabric of her panties. Fey breathed in sharply at the sensation of the woman’s fingers on her pubis, only to relax moments later, an half-embarrassed, half-wanton smile on her lips. Vivian began to tease her, stroking her lightly, feeling her pussy heat and wetness through the cotton material.

“What did you want that woman to do?” Vivian breathed lustfully. Fey’s legs parted instantly, accommodating Vivian’s delicious ministrations.

“Oh…!” she cooed softly, before catching her breath. She gazed at Vivian’s wicked smile, at the mischief in her eyes… totally lost in the delicious song of her fingers on her cunt. “I… wanted…”

“You wanted her to lick your pussy, my dear” Vivian stated matter-of-factly, 1with the assurance of a woman in complete charge of the situation.

Fey moaned in approval, the burning inside her pussy becoming unbearable. Her knees parted even farther, while Vivian continued to masturbate her.

“Do you know how it feels?” whispered Vivian, in lustful rhetoric, “To have a woman making you come? … to have a woman’s tongue teasing, stroking… licking your pussy?”

Fey’s stifled a squeal as Vivian’s hand shamelessly slipped inside her panties, her fingers probing deep into her moist slit. She was lost in her part, becoming the enraptured, consumed neonate, driven to the edge by the lovely, experienced woman who was meticulously finger-fucking her in her own office, only a few feet away from her secretary and the rest of the service staff. All sense of control was slipping away, replaced by libidinous desire and impassioned wantonness.

“My… my… my” commented Vivian, her tone seemingly as indifferent as if she were reading court transcripts, “you’re completely wet down there…” Her eyes had lost none of their mischief, and delighted in seeing Fey reacting with such abandon to her attentions. “Surely you’ve been thinking nasty thoughts… I bet you’ve been thinking about her all the way to my office…” Vivian’s tone of voice was lewd, echoing Fey’s obvious enjoyment of her gentle touch. She pulled her hand out from Fey’s cunt, and brought her fingers to her mouth, savoring her juices, shamelessly and gingerly sucking on each digit as she stared directly in the woman’s eyes, obviously enjoying the taste. Fey shook and trembled, her legs parted immodestly, her skirt pulled back, her soaked panties laid bare.

Vivian slowly got on her knees, while Fey’s legs shifted, knees coming together accommodatingly while the lawyer pulled the panties off effortlessly, down the thighs, past the knees, the ankles and the pair of white high-heeled shoes. She threw them aside while Fey spread herself once again, her hands leaning back for support on the desk as she offered herself. Vivian’s knees rested on the soft carpet, eyes level with the beautiful sight of her friend’s hot, flushed, wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you are going to taste soooo good.”

Fey closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, feeling Vivian’s warm tongue licking her dripping cunt. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, the spasms of pleasure making it difficult for her to breathe. She began to shift up and down on the edge of the desk, following the rhythm of Vivian’s licks.

“Oh… OHHH… Ohhhh Viv!” she spat out, in short, breathless cries. Vivian smiled wickedly, her tongue delving deeper inside, parting Fey’s sweet little slit. She lapped up her sweet juices, which now coated her mouth and dripped down her chin. She nibbled at Fey’s clit, smiling as it produced half-stifled squeals.

Fey’s head and back arched as her fingers rigidly gripped the desk, knuckles becoming white under the effort. Her entire body was burning, begging for release, breaking under the strain of Vivian’s merciless, passionate assault. She was locked in heavenly torment, in a maelstrom of pleasure, seducing her friend with the sweet essence flowing freely from her cunt. Casibom Güncel Giriş Her awareness dimmed, centering on her hot slit, the feel of her labia being parted by her lover’s enchanting tongue… She squealed, calling out her name as she came, not caring if she was heard, only aware of her pussy opening up like a flower, drenching Vivian’s face with a torrent of her juices as she climaxed.

She shook, long and hard, legs wrapped around Vivian’s soft neck, her pussy riding her friend’s face… she felt her soft, dark curls caressing the inside of her tights as the orgasm continued to rage through her… and slowly leaned back on the desk, still quivering in the glowing aftermath of the incredible climax that had almost shaken her apart. She took a moment to catch her breath, sweat pooling between her breasts, her shirt clinging to her skin as she shifted her balance forward.

“Oh… Vivian… I can’t believe… that was amazing…” Though she struggled to reassert the part of the lesbian neonate, she most certainly did not hide her appreciation of Vivian’s loving skills. The lawyer stood up, lightly brushing the fingers of her left hand against her glistening lips, rubbing female juices into her skin, while she caressed Fey’s labia with the right, still very much in control of the situation.

“Is… that what you wanted from that woman?” she asked Fey softly.

“Not… all of it…” Fey answered, smiling blissfully. She slid off the desk like a siren returning to the sea, her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she leaned over and licked her juices off Vivian’s waiting tongue. They kissed once again, their tongues thrusting deeply in each other’s mouths, the eagerness of their first moments together giving way to a deeper, more consuming intimacy.

Fey’s hands quickly rose to fondle Vivian’s heavy bosom, restrained inside the tight and formal business shirt and jacket. She wore a navy blue striped suit that accommodated her feminine curves while giving her a commanding presence, and Fey’s nimble fingers briefly stopped caressing the heavy orbs through the dense material to delicately and quickly unfasten the buttons that held the treasure she sought. Instantly, effortlessly, the jacket fell to the floor behind, and Fey contemplated the low cut white blouse Vivian wore underneath. Her arousal grew as she noticed the firm outline of Vivian’s protruding nipples, which she caressed immediately. Her friend was not wearing a bra underneath, and moaned approvingly under Fey’s tender touch.

The buttoned folds of the blouse were soon parted, revealing Vivian’s beautiful, shapely breasts. Fey was mesmerized by the spectacle, her lover smiling a secret smile, her hand still massaging Fey’s drenched pussy, indulging her to continue caressing her tits. The woman sighed as she felt Fey’s warm fingers slide against her skin, wrapping around her breasts and kneading the heavy, firm flesh. Her pink nipples hardened almost painfully, the unearthly sensation of Fey’s graceful caress sending her mind reeling.

Fey’s head leaned down. She paused for a moment, as if to hesitate. “Yes… Fey… please… don’t be afraid…” urged Vivian, just as Fey had hoped. Her lips pursed into an ‘o’, and she slid them over the areola of Vivian’s left breast. She ran her tongue roughly against the nipple, before sucking on it gently. Vivian’s left hand continue to caress the folds of Fey’s pussy, but the right rose and lost itself in the rich mane of her lover’s soft hair, pressing down urgently on the back of Fey’s head, guiding her mouth to her bosom like a mother would a suckling child’s.

“Yes… don’t be afraid… don’t be afraid…” she soothed in a dreamlike voice. Fey increased her sucking, biting down on the large nipple before lazily teasing it with the very tip of her tongue. Then, using her pink tongue, she began tracing lazy circles down the slope of the breast and up the other, tasting the salty sweat off Vivian’s moist skin. Slowly but surely, she was assuming control of the situation, Vivian loosing herself in an ocean of yearnings. She continued to lick and suck, her face buried in the heat of Vivian’s flesh. She reached down with her hand, snaking underneath the lawyer’s tight, business skirt, feeling for the softness of panties. As the tip of her fingers encountered warmth and wetness, Fey smiled at the delightful surprised-Vivian was not wearing any. She deftly brushed past her pussy lips, and slowly, into the dampness of her vagina.

Vivian breathed in sharply, and Fey felt her chest rise up and down as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.. She felt the lawyer’s sweet and abundant juices running down her knuckles and palm, and felt the yearning to sample of Vivian’s elixir. She continued to finger fuck her friend until the latter couldn’t stand anymore, trembling and moaning, desperate for release.

“Fey… please… oh… don’t!”

She let out a frustrated moan as Fey stopped. When their eyes met, Fey nodded to the nearby couch.

“Your turn…”

Vivian’s skirt dropped to the floor after a quick motion, and the white blouse, damp with her sweat, quickly followed. Fey slid over to the couch, reclining in the soft leather, her head gently resting on one of the armrests.

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Aunt Ellie Ch. 2

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I got a few responses of wanting to hear more stories with Aunt Ellie in them, this is what I picture, would happen if we ever did get together. Hope you like.

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It’d been almost a week since I’d been with Aunt Ellie, I was often woke from a dream, and I’d realize I’d been dreaming of Aunt Ellie. I couldn’t get the woman out of my mind. I came in from work and saw the new message light flashing on my phone. As I listened to the hang ups, and recordings of sales pitches, I almost just scrapped them all, then I heard a familiar voice, “Jerry, this is your Aunt Ellie, I can’t stop thinking about your visit, and was hoping I could get you to come for a visit this weekend. If you can’t I’ll understand, but if you can, please call me.”

I was in shock, Ellie wanted me again too, I flipped through the address book, and dialed Ellie’s number. The phone rang several times, then I heard her soft sexy voice answer, “Hello?” I wasn’t sure what I should say, so I said the first thing that popped into my mind. “I want to lick your inner thighs up to your sweet, hot, wet, pussy.”

“Oh My God! Jerry, you called!” She exclaimed. I’m packing a change of clothes and on my way.” I told her. “I’ve got the guest condo reserved, so people won’t think anything wrong.” she said. “I’ll be there in about two hours.” I told her, she tells me to be careful and she’d see me soon. I hung up the phone, threw some clothes in a bag, grabbed the ky, and headed out the door.

The drive was uneventful, I pulled up in front of Ellie’s condo in exactly two hours, ten minutes. I pressed the buzzer, “Yes?”

“It’s Jerry.” I called. The door buzzed open, I entered, and up to her floor I went. As the door opened to the elevator, she was standing there, dressed in a robe, when she saw I was alone as I got off the elevator, she let the robe fall open, showing her naked body underneath. Aunt Ellie was a wild woman, I thought to myself, I dropped my bag, my hands going inside her robe, caressing her skin. She moaned into my mouth as we kissed deeply, I broke the kiss, grabbed my bag, and walked her backwards into her condo. Closing the door, I pushed her robe altyazılı seks to the floor, I picked her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her on the bed I spread her legs, and without any formalities, went straight for her clit. I sucked her and licked her till she came hard on my face.

I stood, removing my clothes, my cock hard, I leaned down and picked her back up, my cock going between her legs, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked into the bathroom as we kissed, her licking her juices off my face. I turned the water on in the shower, and when I felt it was the right temperature, I stepped us into the warm stream of water. After we’d gotten totally wet, we took turns soaping the other up. I turned her towards the front of the shower, bending her at the waist, the water cascading down her back, I bent at the knees slightly, rubbed my cock on her pussy lips, then pushed the fat head into her tight hole.

The water running around my cock as it slid in and out of her hot, tight, wet hole, she started moaning, I’d pull out till just the tip of my dick was in her, then slam it back in hard and deep. Bracing against the wall, Aunt Ellie, grunted back at me, “Yes, Jerry, Fuck your old Aunt Ellie, I love the way you make my breasts bounce when you slam into me, I love the way the water feels as it goes around us.” I reached around and grabbed a nipple, pinching and twisting it, I received the response I wanted, a long moan of lust, I reached down and started to finger her clit, “Yesssss” she hissed.

Pulling my cock out leaving just the head in, I stopped, not moving, she whimpered in frustration, she tried to push back onto my cock, I backed up not allowing it. “Please Jerry, don’t be mean, don’t tease me, fuck me, fuck me hard.” I grabbed her hips and started to piston in and out of her hard and fast, my balls swinging up and slapping her pubic area. “Yes, Jerry, that’s it baby, fuck me, fuck your nasty old auntie.” she hissed through clenched teeth. I felt her start to shudder, her pussy started to squeeze me, milk me, I slammed in as hard and deep as I could, I started pumping anal porno my cum deep into her cunt. She mewed out her orgasm, so intense, she could hardly breath. I pulled out of her and leaned up against the back wall of the shower, Ellie turned and dropped to her knees, and took me deep into her throat, licking, sucking me clean.

She managed to keep me hard, and continued to suck me, the water hitting her in the head, a couple of times she got chocked on the water going up her nose when she breathed in. I started to pump into her mouth, my balls slapping her on the chin, I grabbed her hair with my hands and started to fuck her face. It took less than 15 minutes for her to make me cum in her mouth. Exhausted, we got out of the shower, dried off and went to her king sized bed and laid down. My head was on her thigh, hers on mine, I watched as my cum started to trickle out of her hole, down the crack of her ass. I spread her legs, and started to lick and suck her clean, paying close attention to her asshole. I rolled her over onto her stomach on top of two of the king sized pillows, her ass was sticking up perfectly. I managed to get my bag over close to the bed and retrieve the ky without missing a lick on her tight virgin asshole.

Once she’d relaxed enough for my tongue to penetrate fairly easily and deeply, I lubed a finger, and started to tickle her hole with it. I started sucking her inner lips, as I stretched them almost to a painful point, I allowed my finger to press into her tight asshole. After several minutes of sucking her pussy and fingering her ass with my finger, I inserted a second finger, she only moaned louder. Soon I had a third finger inserted deep into her tight ass, she was moaning loudly, enjoying the feeling of fullness. With my free hand I lubed my cock generously with KY, I knelt behind her, and told her to push when she felt me pushing into her, if it started to hurt, for her to squeeze my hand and then squeeze my cock hard, like she was trying to pinch it into. She grasp my hand tightly, I told her to rub her clit with her other hand, I could feel her nails graze my cock, I started to anime porno push slowly, I love watching as my cock stretches her ass hole and slowly disappears into her.

The head slowly disappears into her, then an inch, she squeezes my hand tightly, and her ass snaps down hard on my cock. As she squeezes, I pull about half an inch out, she relaxes, push I tell her, when I feel her pushing, I push inward with my cock, another inch slips in, I can feel the resistance of her tight rectal ring, I push a little more, she squeezes my hand and dick simultaneously, I stop, pull out a bit, she moans, she pushes, I push, another inch, squeeze, pull, push, another inch, this continues until I’ve got my cock buried to the hilt in her ass.

“Oh my God, I feel so full, Jerry, it feels sooo good.” She moaned. Now Ellie, when you feel me pull my dick out of you, you squeeze, when you feel me pushing, you push, when we start to get into it and you want it hard and fast, just push, don’t squeeze or you’ll hurt us both. She shook her head in acknowledgment, I started to pull out, she squeezed, I was so close to cumming, but wanted this to be good for her too.

I pulled till just the head was in her ass, then pushed back in to the hilt. Out, in, out, in, she loosened up nicely and was wanting it harder, soon my balls were slapping on her pussy, her pussy juices were flowing so much, it was running down my balls. She spread her pussy open so that each time my balls hit, they smacked her clit.

I fucked her ass for over 30 minutes, then she stopped, rolled over onto her back, my cock still buried deep in her ass, “I want to look in your eyes when you cum in my ass Jerry.” She said. I leaned down and kissed her deeply as I pushed in deeper, her pussy wetting my pubic area and stomach. I pulled out and slammed it back in, soon we had our rhythm again, “Cum in me, Jerry, Cum in me now.” she said, biting her bottom lip. I shoved in deep, my cock swelling, she moans, I start shooting deep into her ass. Our eyes locked together, I start to jerk and spasm with each shot of cum.

I collapse on top of her, she kisses my forehead, stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings. And to think we still had two more days to play, before I had to go home. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, cuddled against her, suckling like a baby, I drift off to sleep, my cock buried in my Aunts ass, cum running out from around it. Weekends were taking on a new meaning for me.

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Happy Birthday Jessica Ch. 03

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Something was definitely up, thought Nikki, as she sat at her desk the next day. Her and Jessica had been sitting discussing the night before, the music, the crowd, how wasted everyone had been, just as they did after every night out, only a few glances hinting at what they might not be discussing. Nikki was mid-story of how Dale had cajoled her into blowing him in the toilets, when Kellie swept into the branch. Normally the first to bound over and loudly chip into the banter, she walked straight past while staring straight ahead, and headed down the stairs toward the staff room. Nikki met Jessica’s eyes, and nodded. Something definitely was up. Was it because of what had happened between her and Dale? Dale had given Nikki the abridged version of the story, in which Kellie had been drunk and thrown herself at him, and he, ever the gentleman, had let her down nicely and explained he wasn’t good enough for her.

She prepared her sympathetic expression, ready for the latest story of a guy treating Kellie badly and how she can never find a decent one.

‘You fucking slut.’ Nikki stopped dead, sure she must have misheard. Kellie was sitting at the comfy chairs, giving her a look of venom she’d never seen.

‘What?’ she said, smiling and turning to see if there was anyone else there Kellie was speaking to.

‘You heard me. You’re a fucking slut who cant keep her legs shut. We all knew you were hardly mother-fucking-teresa but do you need to have EVERYONE?’ Kellie spat, leaning forward to throw more force behind her hysterical words. Nikki moved forwards, arms outstretched gesturing to get her to lower her voice, as Kellie shook visibly with anger.

‘Is this about Dale? Im sorry, I was drunk and he IS hot, I thought you’d already had him’

‘No its not about fucking Dale, its about you and little miss fucking perfect up there!’ and with that Kellie held up her phone, clearly showing a dripping pussy that was clearly Jessica’s and Nikki’s face right underneath it, her tongue buried inside the glistening pink folds.

Nikki was clearly shocked, her face blanched as she realized not only what this could do to her own reputation, but to Jessica’s. Jessica was the golden girl, this would ruin her.

‘you…saw us? You were watching us??’ Nikki stuttered ‘it was just a one-off, we were both drunk, we just kissed and it sort of continued…’

Kellie cut her off ‘It didn’t look like a one-off. And its not as if you were just having a quick snog’ She smiled evilly as she pushed the scroll button, showing not just one but a full eleven pictures, each one clearly showing Nikki and Jessica in the most intimate of positions.

‘Why did you…’

‘take the pictures? I didn’t mean to, just like I didn’t mean to find my two best friends licking each other out. I came to find you after that pig Dale called me easy’ Kellie screwed up her face at the memory, once near cherished and now poisonous ‘and that Jessica had told him to dance with me’.

Lynsey reached out for the phone, as Kellie whipped it into her pocket. ‘Now everyone is going to know what the two of you are really like. Maybe Jessica does this every year on her birthday, her own celebration. How would anyone know?’

‘But why would you do that? Were mates!’ Nikki said with anguish. She’d always liked Kellie, she couldn’t believe masaj porno she’d ever do something like this.

‘Because’ said Kellie, her voice low with menace, ‘its about fucking time someone else got the spotlight around here’.

With that she stood up, and walked out the room without a word, a triumphant smile creeping across her lips, knowing full well that Nikki would rush to catch her up. She did. And with a sinking feeling Nikki auto piloted her way to her desk behind a now broadly smiling Kellie, wondering how far this was going to go…

‘what?!’ Jessica said, for the fourth time in the conversation. She was shaking nervously at her desk as Nikki quietly brought her up to speed, and she glanced over to Kellie merrily tapping at her keyboard, as if expecting her to announce what she’d seen to the whole branch any second.

‘…and she said she wouldn’t tell anyone, so long as we do it’ Nikki said, looking intently at Jessica.

‘do what?’ Jessica said, tearing her eyes away from Kellies desk and turning back to a pale and frantic Nikki.

‘for fuck’s sake, are you even listening?!’ Nikki nearly shouted, her frustration boiling over. She’d always found Jessica’s ditziness attractive, but there was a time and a place to be Miss Dreamy and this really wasn’t it.

‘She said we have to meet her at lunchtime in the office upstairs, not tell anyone, and were to do everything she says.’

‘Why the hell would she say that?’

‘I havent a fucking clue but if we don’t do it she’s going to show everyone, and I don’t know about you but id rather not be called Finger-Lickin-Nikki for the rest of my career!’ Nikki hissed, before she noted the tears forming in Jessica’s eyes as she contemplated her own reputation in ruins. Her parents would disown her.

‘ok…’ Jessica said quietly, before Nikki reached across and gently squeezed her hand, smiling briefly before getting back to her work. It would be ok. Kellie had been their friend, theres no way she’d do anything bad to them. She was probably just having a laugh. Trying to put the wind up them as an after-birthday trick. She’d probably just saved the photos for Nikki, and had deleted them. Yeah, it’ll all be fine she decided, with as much conviction as she could muster, and she went back to her own work, feeling a surge of nerves as the clock ticked by toward lunchtime.

‘Right, now were all here’ Kellie smiled, as Jessica entered the room. Nikki was already sitting on one of the chairs, while Kellie said on the other side of the desk. Nobody used the upstairs offices anymore, but Kellie had kept the lights off just in case, contributing to the already tense atmosphere. Jessica sat meekly beside Nikki, as Kellie held up her phone.

‘Just in case you thought I was kidding’

‘Kellie, why are you…’ Jessica began, but was cut off as Kellie broke in, smiling all the way ‘Jessica, you’ve always been number one, you still are for everyone. And I’ve had to watch you go home with guys IVE wanted, and now you’ve taken my best friend away. Is it not a bit karmic that now you might have to pay for it?’

Jessica looked sullenly at the floor, knowing from her tone and the look on her face that pleading with Kellie was useless. Nikki stared defiantly ahead. She wasn’t going to be made to öğretmen porno apologise by Kellie or anyone.

‘Right’ said Kellie, looking at her watch ‘should we get started’

‘With what?’ said Jessica

She felt the bottom drop out of her stomach as she watched Kellie take off her cardigan, and start to unbutton the first four buttons on her shirt.

‘You two are going to fuck each other, and Im going to watch’

‘w-what?’

‘Look, its pretty simple’ Kellie said, looking at Jessica with utter disdain, ‘If you don’t do what I say, this text goes to your mum. So I suggest you both start undressing. You’ve got fifty-five minutes left’

Jessica looked to Nikki and took off her purple cardigan, lifting up her t-shirt til she was sitting in her bra. Nikki began undoing her shirt, while Kellie reclined in her chair and lazily played her fingers inside her open shirt, rubbing over her bra and her rapidly-hardening nipples. She was absurdly wet, having been planning this moment all morning in her mind, ignoring the anxious looks from her two erstwhile best friends and enjoying the power she now had over them. She slid a hand down to her trousers, and undid the zip, smelling the scent of her wet pussy coming from her wet thong. A quick rub was enough to make her shudder in antipation.

Nikki and Jessica sat in their underwear, unsure of the next move. Last night they’d both been fuelled with alcohol and lust, but this was wrong, all wrong. Kellie sighed heavily. ‘Come on, you didn’t need direction last night. Jessica, just start fucking sucking her nipples. And Nikki, I think its time you had some fingers up you don’t you?’. She smirked as Nikki undid her bra, her 38E tits tumbling out into Jessica’s waiting shaking hands. Jessica fastened her lips to the nipple, taking deep sucks of one and then the other, while Nikki reached down inside her pants to find herself already sickeningly wet. She closed her eyes as she slowly pushed one finger inside her, before she found her hand grabbed, her eyes bolting open as Kellie unfolded three of her fingers, before rudely pushing them back down to her underwear. Nikki gritted her teeth as she pushed the three in, feeling her pussy stretch against the sudden intrustion. Kellie sat back down as she took in the sight, rubbing her own soaking crotch and putting her free hand inside her bra to tweak her sweet pink nipples. She closed her eyes as she felt the excitement building within her, bringing her close to coming for the fourth time that day. She squeezed her thighs together to suppress it, opening her eyes just in time to see Jessica reach across the table to the phone.

‘Uh uh uh!’ she said, standing up and letting her trousers fall to the floor in her haste, before she slapped Jessica full in the face. ‘don’t you get it? I’ve got you. Now try that again and I’m hitting ‘send’. Jessica nodded as she moved back toward Nikki, before she felt Kellie’s restraining hand on her shoulder. She turned to face her tormentor, face still glowing from the unexpected slap. ‘See, I don’t think you do get it’ Kellie said, as she moved her hand to the back of Jessica’s head, and began to guide it toward her own crotch. Jessica shook her head to move away, but Kellies grip had become iron and she found her face pressed hard against oral porno Kellie’s soaking thong. Kellie began to grind her hips against Jessica’s face, rubbing herself against it, covering it in her juice. Jessica tentatively stuck her tongue out to brush against Kellie’s lips, to give her what she thought she wanted, and was rewarded with another fierce slap.

‘You fucking lezzer bitch, you just cant help yourself can you?’ Kellie laughed, looking down at the beautiful face stained with her pussy juice ‘As if Id want your girlfriends sloppy seconds!’

Kellie beckoned to Nikki, still sat legs akimbo in the chair, still playing with her pussy while she watched Jessica being humiliated, to come closer. As she did Kellie reached down and ripped down Nikki’s thong, leaving her completely exposed. ‘Now bend over. I think your girlfriend fancies a taste of some arsehole’. Nikki knelt on the floor and bent over as instructed, splaying herself open while Kellie urged Jessica toward her.

‘Please Kellie! Please!’ Jessica pleaded, while Kellie grabbed her jaw and thrust her toward Nikki’s arse, forcing her lips to it and telling her that unless her tongue was wedged inside in the next ten seconds, mummy would find out what her precious girl did on her birthday. Tears streaking her face, Jessica did as commanded, and Nikki began to squirm as she felt Jessica’s tongue entering her. She couldn’t help it. Nikki reached behind herself, and began to frig her clit hard. Ass-play was always something that got her off, and now she found herself bucking her hips back, to ride the tongue that had been forced inside her puckered hole.

Kellie sat down again to watch the scene, golden-girl Jessica forced to eat out Nikki’s arse while her own juice was smeared down her face. She glanced down at her watch. Only ten minutes left. Time really did fly when you were having fun. She slid four fingers easily inside her soaking cunt, frigging and wanking herself furiously while she watched Nikki romping toward climax too. She felt her pussy tighten, and her juice gushed out in short gasps as her orgasm ripped through her, noting with pleasure as Nikki came at the same time, her cum splashing onto Jessica’s face, as Jessica shut her eyes and kept licking. Kellie leaned back and moaned, her breaths shallow and sharp as the climax she’s been nursing all day pulsed through her. She licked her fingers clean with satisfaction, and began to get dressed. Neither Nikki or Jessica dared stop for fear of what she would do, and Nikki felt herself embarrassingly close to her second orgasm. Jessica’s own underwear was soaking wet, while her body shook from what she had been forced to do. She felt sickened at the thought of getting wet over her own distress, but carried on licking and probing Nikki with her tongue.

‘Right that’s enough’ Kellie said suddenly. She was standing fully-dressed in the doorway, looking immaculate and showing no sign of what she had spent her lunchtime doing.

Jessica withdrew her tongue, feeling Nikki shudder as she did so, and in a croaky voice asked Kellie ‘so you’ll delete the pictures?’

Kellie burst out laughing. ‘Why the fuck would I do that? I’ve just made everyones little favourite lick out another girls arsehole. Think I’m giving that up?’

Jessica slumped on the floor, tears beading from her eyes as she realized it wasn’t over. Nikki stared at Kellie with hate, being replied to with a smirk as Kellie walked out the office and down the stairs. She looked over to a frail, crying Jessica, and went to hug her. Jessica collapsed into her arms, sobbing quietly, as Nikki swore they’d get even…

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And Your Aunt, Too Ch. 02

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The next morning we woke up next to each other in my parents’ king size bed. Neither of us had an, “Oh shit, what have I done,” feeling when we looked over and found we were lying in bed next to our aunt/nephew. In fact I was glad to see it wasn’t just a hot dream I had in the night. I had actually jacked off on, and later fucked, my aunt. Oddly enough, it felt completely natural waking up beside her. We gave each other a good morning kiss and both commented on how much we had enjoyed the night before.

I told Aunt Kim about the videotape I had found in my parents’ TV cabinet while she was gone the day before and she said, “Really? How kinky. I didn’t know your mom had it in her, so to speak.”

“I must say it was kind of weird watching the video. Previously, the thought of my parents screwing was not one I really liked to consider. But after seeing them going at it in their homemade porn, I was majorly turned on by it. I was actually watching the tape when mom called yesterday. There I was talking with her on the phone while I watched her and my dad going at it on the TV. I was about to cum when I heard you come home.”

“Sorry,” she responded.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know. But I’ll tell you, after getting so worked up watching that, and then later with the DVD we watched, I was about to cum without even TOUCHING myself.”

“I’ll bet,” she added.

I told Aunt Kim about the role playing aspect of the scene I saw, and what was in the porn that was on the tape before the homemade stuff. She came to the same conclusion I did as to what turned them on.

“You know I’ve GOT to see it now. I’m sure you’re dying to watch the rest, too.”

“You have no idea…” I replied, and went to retrieve the tape from my bedroom. When I returned I put the tape in the VCR and turned the TV on. I then grabbed the remote and got back in bed with Aunt Kim. We sat up against the headboard and when the picture came onto the TV screen my dad was fucking my mom, right where I had left off when Aunt Kim came home. As we watched the scene my erection grew and made a tent out of the bed sheet I had pulled up to my waist.

“This is hot, Tony, I see your dad passed at least one of his gifts on to you,” she joked as she watched him he shove his big cock into her older sister’s pussy.

Aunt Kim noticed my hard-on and moved her hand under the sheet. She reached over and wrapped her fingers around my erection as we watched and I reciprocated by moving my hand to her pussy. We masturbated each other as that scene finished and the next one came on. In this one it appeared my parents had been at some kind of family get-together before they filmed it. Mom was talking about my cousin Julie, saying how skimpy her outfit was as she stroked his dick, and dad was saying how much her outfit had turned him on. Julie is his sister Amy’s daughter and she’s the spitting image of her mom.

Mom said, “I swear her butt was practically hanging out the bottom of those short shorts she was wearing. They were WAY too small for her. I saw you staring at her, I bet your cock was as hard then as it is now.”

“Oh, yeah,” he responded, “her boyfriend must have fun with that tight little body. She looks just like Amy did at that age. Sometimes she would walk around the house naked, or wearing only a bra and panties.”

“I bet you fantasized about your sister when you stroked your hard cock, just like I am,” goaded mom.

“I’ve wanted to fuck my sister for as long as I can remember,” he replied.

“What about MY sister? Would you like to stick your big cock in my sister Kim?”

My dad moaned, “You KNOW I’ve always had a hard-on for Kim.”

“Holy shit,” blurted out Aunt Kim, “they’re talking about ME in this one.”

As my mom asked what he would do to her sister if she was right there he said, “I would shove my hard cock in her mouth and have her suck it.” With that my mom slid down and took his dick in her mouth. “That’s it Kim, suck my dick.”

Aunt Kim was obviously turned on by the scene that was playing out in front of our eyes because her eyes were glued to the screen and her grip on my pole tightened.

“Just like that, oooh yeah. Suck my cock, Kim, I won’t tell Lisa.” he added as mom took all of him inside her mouth.

Mom gave dad’s cock a good sucking and he then had her get on all fours on the bed. He moved behind her and entered her from behind. I began rubbing Aunt Kim’s clit faster as we watched my dad fuck “Kim” doggie-style. Her grip got even tighter on my cock and I knew she was close to cumming.

I furiously worked her clit and she cried out, “Oh…oh…,” as she had reached her peak. As her orgasm subsided Aunt Kim jerked the sheet off of her and said, “I want you to fuck me like your dad’s fucking me on the TV.”

Aunt Kim got on all fours facing the television and I got on my knees behind her. I eased the swollen head of my engorged dick into her wet pussy and pushed all the way in. I watched my dad fuck my mom on the TV as I fucked her sister doeda on their bed. Before long I was slamming into her pussy just like dad was doing in the video.

“Do you like that, Kim?” asked, playing along with the chatter on the tape.

“Oh yeah, Kevin,” she replied, calling me by my dad’s name. “I won’t tell my sister that you fucked me on your bed.”

I grabbed onto her hips and rammed deep inside Aunt Kim’s pussy as I could feel my passion rise. I pulled out and shot my wad onto Aunt Kim’s back as my dad filled “her” pussy with his load on TV. As I milked my dick the scene ended and switched to another one. Aunt Kim and I fell down onto the bed next to each other and watched the remaining scenes lying on our stomachs facing the TV.

Aunt Kim said, “That was hot,” as the tape ended and I hit the rewind button.

“What, the tape or what we did?”

“Both,” she replied.

We talked about the tape and Aunt Kim came up with an idea for an anniversary gift we could give my parents. They had given the “second honeymoon trip to each other as their anniversary gift but since they were gone we really hadn’t gotten them anything for the occasion.

“What if we were to give them the gift of fulfilling their fantasies,” she asked.

“I get the part about you with my dad, but who would we set my mom up with?”

“You,” answered Aunt Kim.

Prior to my finding the videotape, I don’t believe that I ever fantasized about having sex with my mom. I certainly never would have even considered it before seeing the video she had dad made, but now that I had seen it, the idea seemed quite appealing. In my mind it wasn’t a completely selfish desire because I saw how much she got off on it when dad played the part of younger guys on the video. Within seconds of Aunt Kim bringing up the anniversary present proposal, I began getting excited about the idea of fucking my mom.

“The only question now is, how to set it up,” she said.

“Well, we both enjoyed it when I put oil on your back by the pool. Maybe that can be the icebreaker,” I suggested, “and my mom’s a lightweight when it comes to drinking so maybe you can loosen her up a bit with some alcohol.”

“Perfect! That’s a start,” she said and we began to formulate a plan to make my mom’s fantasy come true without her knowing what we were doing. We were both really excited about it and couldn’t wait for my folks to get home and set the plan in motion.

Even though they thoroughly enjoyed their trip, when mom and dad arrived they were happy to finally be home. The drive left them achy and they couldn’t wait to unwind in the hot tub. Over the next few hours they told us all about their trip, we had a nice dinner, and relaxed in the pool and Jacuzzi out back.

As we sat in the bubbling water, Aunt Kim commented on their nice tans and they said they spent quite a bit of time by the pool on the ship, and mom added that they even went to a nude beach when they went ashore.

“T.M.I., mom, T.M.I.,” I falsely protested as I covered my ears. I may have been SAYING that when she mentioned her and dad going to the nude beach, but in my mind I pictured my mom lying naked on the beach, exposing herself to all those people, and an erection began to rise in my trunks. Aunt Kim and I couldn’t begin our plan too soon for my liking. I couldn’t wait to get my hands, and mouth, on my mom’s nude body.

My dad’s birthday fell shortly after my parents got back from their trip and his business partners surprised him with a golfing trip to Las Vegas the following weekend. He had just returned from a trip and had to once again pack and leave town in a couple days. His partners were supposed to pick him up early Saturday morning and Aunt Kim and I figured that would be the day to set our plan in motion.

I told my mom I had plans to go to the lake for the day with some friends and left in the morning after dad went on his trip. Aunt Kim’s role was to make mom feel like she was still on her tropical vacation and she whipped up some frozen rum drinks in the blender for the two of them before noon. They ate a light brunch of fruit and washed it down with the drinks Aunt Kim had made. She would then suggest that they lay by the pool and work on their tans.

As my mom headed out to the pool, Aunt Kim called me on my cell phone and advised it was time for me to come back(I hadn’t gone too far and was awaiting my cue to return). She added that the plan seemed to be going well so far. Mom had downed a couple drinks and already seemed a little buzzed. When I got home I quietly entered the house and went to my room to peek through the blinds into the back yard and see how the plan was developing. The two of them were just laying out their towels and getting ready to settle down on their lounge chairs.

This was the part where Aunt Kim was supposed to suggest they sunbathe in the nude, just like mom had done on her trip. I saw her talking to mom as she pushed her bikini bottoms down and then eş değiştirmeli porno untied her top. She tossed them beside the chair and laid down on her stomach on the lounge chair. I could see my mom was hesitant, but after Aunt Kim reminded her that no one was around, as was the plan, I saw my mom peel her suit off too. That was my cue. I got on my trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed for the back door.

When I got to the door I saw that mom was also lying on her stomach on her lounge chair. When I opened the door and walked outside my mom’s head jerked up and she exclaimed, “Tony, what are you doing home?”

“The trip to the lake fell through. What happened to your suits?”

“We’re trying to keep your mom’s vacation going, recreating her visit to the nude beach on her trip. Come join us,” said Aunt Kim.

“KIM,” my mom protested.

“Relax Lisa, we’re all family. I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”

“Yeah, it’s cool with me, mom. No need to get dressed on my account,” I added nonchalantly, “it’s not like I haven’t seen hot chicks naked before.”

I swear my mom blushed when I said that. Given our attitudes toward it, mom just shrugged her shoulders and said, “What the hell,” and laid her head back down.

As I walked over to their side of the pool Aunt Kim said, “Hey Tony, would you toss me my suntan oil, I need to put some on. Hey sis, you should put some on too, it’ll help that tan you started on your trip.”

I tossed the bottle to her and she moved to the other side of mom’s lounge chair. My mom turned her head to talk to Aunt Kim and said she thought it was a good idea. Aunt Kim squirted oil out onto mom’s back and she jumped. The cool oil hitting her back had startled her but it warmed up quickly as Aunt Kim spread it over her skin. As she smeared the oil around, Aunt Kim said she could still feel the knots in my mom’s back the car trip back and called out to me, “Hey Tony, why don’t you come over here and put those strong hands of yours to some good use? Your mom’s muscles need some attention.”

I went over to the opposite side of my mom’s lounge chair and, as quickly and quietly as possible, pushed my trunks off as I sat down next to her. Aunt Kim squirted oil onto my hands and I said, “Unlike your thoughtless sister, I’ll warm the oil up first,” I said I rubbed my hands together.

“My always thoughtful son,” mom said as I began running my hands over her back. I could feel the knots and worked on them while Aunt Kim squirted oil down mom’s butt and legs. As I tended to the stiff muscles, I watched Aunt Kim’s hands gliding over my mom’s naked butt and down her legs. My cock stiffened to its full length as we went.

At that point what was happening was fairly harmless, but also quite erotic. My mother was lying there naked, with her sister and her son massaging her nude body. Part of the eroticism was obviously my anticipation of what was possibly to come. I couldn’t take my eyes off Aunt Kim’s hands as they moved over my mom’s lower half. After spreading the oil out fairly quickly, she slowed down and began to massage mom’s legs. Her hand would come dangerously close to mom’s pussy as it reached her upper thighs, then glide up over mom’s butt, then back down her legs.

Mom purred, “This feels heavenly. I’m so relaxed I may doze off,” as I worked out the last knot. I then began lightly massaging all over her back. Aunt Kim’s hand kept getting teasingly close to my mom’s pussy. Each time Aunt Kim moved her hands up mom’s legs, she got more deliberate in her actions, grazing mom’s pussy with the side of her hand at first, then letting her slick fingers venture between mom’s legs, and finally letting them linger there as she rubbed her fingers up mom’s slit, then up her butt. I was getting so turned on by what I was seeing my cock was throbbing.

As Aunt Kim massaged her way back down mom’s legs she asked, “Do you like that?”

“Mmm hmmmm…” she answered, in a tone that made it sound as if she were half-asleep.

I kept slowly working my hands down, going lower with each pass, then back up to my mom’s shoulders, until I finally reached her bare butt. I slid my slick hands over her butt and lightly kneaded her cheeks. When she didn’t protest I got bolder and focused my attention solely on her butt, massaging and kneading her beautiful ass. I then slid my hand down her leg, massaging as I went, and then brought it back up between mom’s legs. There was no turning back now.

I slowly moved my hand up her thigh until it reached her pussy. I continued my upward motion, sliding my fingers up her wet slit, and up past her butt. When I got to the top of her crack I immediately slid back down. My fingers slid down between her lips, rubbing up and down her hot pussy, then again back up past her ass. She began moving her hips with my hand’s movement and moaned softly as I lingered longer with each pass. She was lost in the passion of the moment and as my eyes met Aunt genç porno Kim’s we smiled. We both knew we had her right where we wanted her and it was time to take the next step.

Aunt Kim said, “Roll over, Lisa,” and without hesitation, probably without even thinking, mom did. We pulled the back of the chair up a couple notches and mom’s hand came to rest on my bare leg, mere inches away from my exposed hard-on, as she settled back on the chair.

There she was, lying naked before me, and I had to fight the urge to take my mom’s beautiful nipples in my mouth and suck them. She didn’t have the striking tan lines Aunt Kim did because she had been sunbathing nude on her trip, but being so close to her beautiful nude body made me want her more than I ever had. Her pussy had a little more hair than Aunt Kim’s too, but it was still neatly trimmed.

Mom’s eyes remained closed as Aunt Kim and I began applying oil over her breasts. They’re larger than her sister’s and my erection twitched as I massaged the wonderful mound on my side while Aunt Kim worked on the other. We smeared the oil over her upper body and began working our way down. As our hands slid down my mom’s stomach she lazily opened her eyes. It was at that she noticed that like the two of them, I was also naked.

Here eyes immediately fixed on my swollen member, and they grew wider at the sight of it standing at full attention. Kim saw mom looking at it and leaned down to sexily whisper in her ear, just like she and dad did in their homemade porn tape.

“Look at that Lisa, it’s so big and hard…don’t you want to touch it?

“Kim, he’s my son…” she said weakly as Kim moved her hand between mom’s legs. Mom closed her eyes again as Aunt Kim began to rub her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Aunt Kim had mom’s pussy in one hand and a breast in the other, while I played with the nipple of my mom’s other tit and slid my other down her leg.

“Go on, Lisa, touch it. You know you want to,” coaxed Aunt Kim.

I added, “It’s ok, mom. I want you to.”

“You do?”

“Sure. Massaging your beautiful body made it like this.” Her gaze was fixed on my stiff rod and there was a longing look in her eyes. “Go ahead,” I added. I took her hand and moved it from my leg to my cock. Mom gently wrapped her fingers around it and slowly moved her hand up and down the shaft.

“Mmmmm….” I moaned my approval as she stroked my rock-hard dick.

“Do you like that Scott,” asked Aunt Kim.

“Oh yeah, it feels soooo good, Aunt Kim,” I replied.

As mom stroked me I moved my hand to her pussy and began running my fingers up and down her slit. Aunt Kim then began to focus on her breasts, tugging on her sister’s nipples.

“Doesn’t his young cock feel wonderful, Lisa?”

“Mm-hmm, it’s so big and hard,” answered my mom.

“If you think THAT feels good, you should see how good it feels INSIDE you.”

“Kim, you didn’t…” she gasped.

“I did. And it felt SO good when your son was shoving his hot cock inside me.”

I could tell Aunt Kim’s words were having an effect on my mom because her grip on my cock tightened.

“You want to feel that big cock inside you, don’t you Lisa…” she added as I worked mom’s clit.

Any reservations my mom may have had were now gone. She looked up at me with complete lust in her eyes and said, “I want you to fuck me, Scott. Stick your hard cock inside me.”

I couldn’t believe it was really happening. Our plan worked to perfection. I was living out the fantasy I had been having ever since I watched my dad fucking my mom on the tape. And I was fulfilling her fantasy as well.

I got up and moved onto the lounge chair between my mom’s legs as she spread them to allow entrance. I pushed her legs back towards her as I guided the swollen head of my cock up to her opening. She was so wet by that point that I slid inside her pussy with ease. I leaned down to kiss her as I thrust my dick into my mom’s pussy. Her hungry mouth opened to welcome my tongue and we kissed passionately as I slowly fucked my mom.

“How does his young cock feel going inside you” Aunt Kim inquired.

“It’s so hot…it feels so good…” mom moaned in response.

“You feel SO good,” I added.

I gazed down and watched my cock disappearing inside my mom’s pussy with each thrust. Every pass inside the heavenly warmth of the womb I had sprung from was pure ecstasy. I kept a smooth, steady rhythm going as Aunt Kim moved her hand to mom’s pussy and began stimulating her clit. Aunt Kim’s other hand went between her own legs and she did the same to herself.

It was a hot day in temperature, as well as the sexual heat we had built up. Sweat dripped down my face and fell on my mom’s body. It beaded up and rolled off her oil-slickened skin as I continued at a smooth, steady rhythm. Aunt Kim began furiously rubbing mom’s clit and I took the cue to pick up my pace. My mom reached up and put her hand on the side of my butt, pulling me to her with each thrust, as I began ramming inside her sopping wet pussy.

Before long she began moaning, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, don’t stop, ooooooooooohhhhhh….” as she was brought to orgasm. Her hot, wet pussy felt so good as it welcomed my engorged cock with each thrust that I knew I wasn’t far behind her.

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Faith and Fate Ch. 01

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We were supposed to meet at her house for one o’clock for my Reiki session. Looking at my watch I knew it was a little earlier then planned but figured since I’d done all the running around I needed to do I would go anyway. What is a half an hour early anyway I thought, Faith won’t mind, she never has before. I am one of those people who is perpetually early or bang on time, usually on the early side and people have pretty much come to expect it.

I walked up the steps and knocked on the door and waited, trying to be patient but it was cold outside and I am not one who enjoys the cold at all. Wiggling from one foot to another in an attempt to keep warm, the snow swirling around me on the exposed front porch, I peaked in a window to see if anyone was coming to the door…nothing.

Knowing the doorbell didn’t work and figuring Faith was in the rear of the house, probably doing laundry and didn’t hear the knock, I opened the door and let myself in. This was not unusual either; we had both done it at each others homes many times over the years.

Calling out the usual hello, hearing my voice echo back at me, I expected a reply but got a simple silence, not even the dogs came to greet me which actually made me uneasy. Where on earth could everyone be, she was expecting me soon anyway and the dogs were always running around yipping about whenever anyone came in the house.

Calling again and receiving the same non-reply I began to grow worried, just a little really but still concerned. I was thinking maybe she had just taken the dogs for a walk and would be back anytime now or perhaps they were out in the yard and that would explain why she had not heard the door. I made my way through the kitchen and looked out the side sliding door, where the deck and part of the side yard and driveway were visible.

Seeing nothing I continued my journey through the house, down the four stairs to the lower level and to the back sliding door. This one had a view of the entire back yard, covered with a light dusting of snow, but not even a faded footprint from one of the dogs. This was getting really weird now.

I really shouldn’t have been wandering about I guess, but I had been here many times and it felt more like my own house then a friends. Starting back to the stairs, with the intention of just going to plop myself on the couch and wait for her return, I heard a “bump” that sounded like it had come from the back bedroom. Knowing that room belonged to her son, the border had moved out last year, I went down the all and knocked on the door. He should be in school right now and if he was bagging he was going to catch hell for it.

“Mitch?” I called through the door. No answer, no more bumps, nothing. Opening Casibom the door I looked in and called his name again, saw only his unmade bed and a few clothes on the floor as is typical of a teenager. Maybe the cat was locked in his room or something and had made the noise.

Leaving the door open for the skittish Whiskey, I went back to the stairs. “Bump, ooof!” There it was again, in the laundry room. Ok, so my initial thought was right, she was down doing laundry.

Opening the door and walking into the room her name died on my lips as the dogs came rushing over to me and began to jump at me in their happiness to see me. Ok I was now wondering what the hell was going on. Why were the dogs locked up in the laundry room?

Pushing Cody down before he did the same to me I walked away telling them to stay but leaving the door open. Cobalt gave me his sad eyed stare almost as if to say “but you just got here!”

I ascended the stairs, back into the kitchen and stood still, listening. Finally I heard some of the soft music Faith used in her Reiki sessions coming from the top of the stairs, and what sounded like water running. On my way up I noticed it was a little dim in the overcast of the day but that didn’t bother me so I didn’t even turn on a light.

Heading in the direction of the “Reiki” room and the music I said to the walls “Faith, It’s Katy, I am a bit early but…” I stopped speaking as I realized the shower was running and she wouldn’t hear me anyway. With a chuckle to myself for being so silly and worrying I opened the bathroom door, once again intending to call out and let her know I was here.

The sight that I saw at that moment will forever be burned in my memory…it was absolutely breathtaking. I had been in this bathroom only a couple of times as mostly we just used the lower one for it’s convenience so I had completely forgotten it had the clear glass shower door. Seeing Faith totally naked was not new to me, but seeing her masturbating in the shower was.

Now I had known for quite some time that I was bi-curious but had done very little about it. Faith held always had an attraction for me with her large breasts and hips yet a tiny waist. Shoulder length hair, usually a honey brown shade, had change little over the years and its softness always intrigued me.

Faith leaned up against the shower wall, one leg propped on the side of the tub displaying her pussy to the door I had just walked through. She didn’t even notice that I had come in she was so lost in her moment of passion.

It was hot in the room, steamy from the shower that had obviously been going on for a bit and the mirror above the sink was fogged but the shower doors remained completely Casibom Giriş clear, as was their design to do.

I could see the soap still on her nipples and sides of her full breasts, tracing a path down her slim belly and down the leg that stood on the floor of the tub. I could see her head thrown back under the spray of water that was gliding it’s way down that slim sexy body. And I could see her belly button ring, the little diamond swaying back and forth with the motion of her hips as she fucked herself with two fingers of one hand and the other flicked at her clit.

I knew I should leave, wanted to really, but I couldn’t. The sight before me was just so fucking hot. My pussy was getting wet just looking at her, watching her pleasure herself.

The heat of the shower had made her skin a pale shade of pink where the faded tan did not reach in her bathing suit, on her mouth watering tits and her succulent looking pussy, now receiving 3 fingers in her frustrated attempt to reach orgasm. She looked almost like she was on the very edge and it still kept eluding her.

I’d had the same issue from time to time and knew just how it felt to be so close but unable to cum, to fall over that edge from suspended bliss to complete sensation.

I watched Faith’s face as she struggled to cum, wanting it so bad she could just about get to the edge but then for unknown reasons was drawn back.

I had worn a simple tracksuit for our Reiki session, since I found it the easiest to relax in, and in a split second I had it off along with my underwear. With a deep breath, and a little hesitation I opened the glass door.

Faith had known of my curiosity for years, but not of my interest in her. She was an admitted bisexual and had been with women before, as I had not. Maybe it was for this reason she seemed a little shocked at my entrance to her shower at first, and then as I touched her breasts she relaxed. Leaning into me she placed a kiss on my mouth and in her honey like voice said a simple, “Hi Katy.”

I smiled at her and said nothing. I don’t know if my voice would have worked at the time over the pounding of my heart, I was scared but so exhilarated at the same time. I wanted this, I wanted her, I always had and now was my chance.

Even in my inexperience I knew instinctively what to do. I began to run my hands over her gloriously tight tummy, up on to both her tits at the same time. Pinching her nipples lightly to make them stand hard I bent my head to one and began to suck.

I was in heaven. The feel of her tit in my mouth was something I had been missing, I knew it now, I liked it…a lot. Flicking my tongue around and over her nipple as I sucked, listening to her Casibom Güncel Giriş moans of pleasure, I could feel the wetness of my own pussy already and it had nothing at all to do with the water from the shower.

Faith held my head to her breast, loving the feel of my mouth on her as much as I did I think. Taking my hand she placed it on the little nub of her clit within the folds of her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her at my touch; her breathing grew faster as I moved my finger to the opening of her wet pussy.

Feeling bolder now, as she had definitely accepted my being there, seemed quite pleased about it in fact, I went to my knees and kissed first her belly, twirled my tongue around that sparkly diamond and then placed my mouth to her clit. I wanted to taste her, to know her intimately, to know what it was like to be with the woman I had secretly lusted after for years.

I can’t really explain the actual taste of her other then to say ambrosia. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy mixed with the body wash she had used and together they tasted so good I felt like I could do this for hours. I don’t really know if this was just my desire for her over the years or if this was the way it would be with any woman, she has only ever been the one.

I flicked my tongue over her clit, sucked it gently at first then a little harder. Noticing her wincing I thought at first it was too much and backed off until she whispered “Harder…”

I knew I liked it myself when my partner was quite insistent in his tongue action and the harder he sucked the better I felt so I applied this knowledge now to Faith. She reacted violently, only in pleasure rather then pain. I could see my mouth around her clit was just what she needed…it was what I had needed.

My tongue traveled down to her hole and darted inside, tasting the faintest hint of her juices as they began to build. Fucking her pussy with my tongue, faster and faster until she was moving her hips in a motion opposite of mine and grinding her pussy into my face. I almost instinctively knew she was ready to cum as her pussy started contracting around my tongue and I could feel her clit swell in my mouth.

In an instant I had two fingers inside her, fucking her, making her juices cover my hand as she began to cum freely, finally. Continuing to suck her clit with a pleasure all my own I looked up at her. Watching her face as she came, her head thrown back under the spray of the shower again, knowing it was my touch that gave her so much pleasure was absolutely incredible, an experience I will never forget.

I had been able to do what she had not alone. The amount of satisfaction I actually got from this was amazing. The reaction of her cumming on my hand, feeling her pussy squeeze my fingers, her facial expression as she was able to go over that edge to bliss and the knowledge of what it was like to finally be with her was too much for me, I actually came myself.

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Cumming of Age

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I moved into my first flat the summer before I started Uni and by sheer luck I was the only one there for about a month. My other flatmates, whose rich parents were footing their bills, were still away with families for summer holidays leaving me a whole house to jack off in. Because honestly, that’s really all I wanted to do. I mean I was 19 and horny as hell, not to mention I shared a room with my little brother right up to moving out and masturbating was always a frustrating affair that often left me unsatisfied as I quickly tried to stuff my dick back into my pants before someone came in without knocking.

I had been fucking my girlfriend at her house which helped let off some steam, but she’d broken up with me as summer started to find herself to find someone more serious. She wanted someone more mature, she said, someone who had a future. It didn’t really bother me. I liked Jen, but I could live just as easily without her. I’d spent the summer at the gym instead of fucking her and was starting to really fill out. It was probably a good thing she’d left me, I thought as I watched myself in the mirror. I was starting to look really good.

I compared myself against the other guys I saw in there. There was a core group of us who attended almost daily. We never spoke, but we exchanged nods and watched carefully to see who could improve the most. I definitely stepped up my game seeing how weak my bench press was to theirs. I played rugby and never skipped leg day so my quads were decent but I always thought I lacked a bit of upper body strength. I would watch, fascinated, as the other guys would perform lifts. I liked to watch their muscles contract and their veins pop out. I even started to sport a semi sometimes. I thought it was just the adrenaline. No one could tell, or if they could no one minded. We were all just here to work out.

Yeah I know. He wairangi ahau. I’m kind of a dumbass.

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It’s kinda gross but I’ll be honest. I couldn’t keep my fucking hands of myself in the flat. I was just horny all the time, and there was nothing stopping me from watching porn while I made myself dinner or did the laundry. I started with pretty average porn. Maybe I found myself searching for more muscled men, but I just liked the aesthetic.

I noticed when I had hit upon a particularly hot muscled stud I wasn’t even watching the woman anymore, just the huge guy plowing her. I blushed as I came, watching his abs clench as he lost control. I looked in the mirror. It had never really occurred to me that I liked men. I mean, I dated women. We did all the things couples did. I’d always checked out guys but I thought I just did it in a checking out the competition kind of way. But maybe I was wrong.

After I worked out the next day I lubed up and tried something different. I couldn’t see any reason not to try gay porn, no one was around to make fun of me and if it worked it worked. I clicked on pretty much the first link I saw that made my dick twitch- muscled stud takes twink, I dunno, something like that. The video was 30mins or so but to my surprise I blew my load about ten minutes in.

Fuck me.

I’d never been a quick shoot, kinda the opposite actually. I lasted hours with Jen. It used to annoy her that I could make her cum a few times and sometimes wouldn’t even finish myself. At the time I just thought I was that good, but it was starting to become obvious it wasn’t my natural prowess.

As I lay there panting covered in my own cum I gently teased my nipples. Huh. Ok. Well I wasn’t quite ready to call myself gay but even I could admit I was into men.

This immediately made the gym trickier to navigate. I had always stared absentmindedly at the other guys but now I knew I wanted to fuck them I felt weird about it. I tried to focus on music instead, and count the tiles on the wall, I even tried watching Parliament TV as I worked out- I thought maybe the dull content would quell my raging desire. Inevitably though my eyes would start to drift and I would find myself watching someone, admiring them, and starting to grow hard. It was a nightmare.

My stamina wasn’t improving either. I thought masturbating a lot was meant to make you last longer but I was finding the opposite. Since I’d discovered I liked dick I’d been cumming faster and faster. It made me nervous, I wasn’t sure if I could last in real life. I usually came within five minutes now, but I had shot even faster. Luckily I was ready to go again pretty quick, and I could keep doing that for a couple of hours if I felt like it. It was kind of fascinating how much watching men plough each other turned me on. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t realised it earlier.

—-

Eventually I noticed a guy watching me at the gym. It wasn’t the aimless staring I had been doing, he was intensely watching, eyebrows raised. He grinned as I caught his eyes and sauntered over to me.

“Hey kid.” He said. I was in the middle of a deadlift and I grunted as I lowered the bar.

“What’s up?” I bakire porno wiped the sweat off my face and tried to seem nonchalant.

“Seen you in here a bit.” He said.

“Yeah I’m in most days.” I avoided his eyes as I shook my arms out and reached for the bar again. He stopped me, touching me gently at the hips.

“You want to turn your hips in a bit.” He said, directing me.

“Uh. Thanks.” I stuttered. He slowly moved his hand down my thigh and squeezed it.

“You’re causing a bit of unnecessary stress here.” He looked up at me and I blinked uneasily. He smirked. “I’ve seen you watching me.” He said. I felt my face grow red and my throat go dry.

“I … I … uh…”

“It’s ok.” He patted my thigh gently. “No harm in looking.” I swallowed. “Some of the guys will mind though. You should think about being a bit more discreet. Maybe try Grindr.” I cleared my throat, still blushing.

“Is it that obvious?” I said quietly. He shrugged.

“To me, yeah.” I tried to shake the tension out of my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it kid. It’s flattering. A young thing like you checking out men twice his age. I just thought you might not know there’s a whole scene out there. You don’t have to get your kicks at the gym.” I nodded.

“I guess I should uhhh… be a bit more careful..” He shrugged.

“Unless you want old guys like me perving on you as you get changed.” He muttered, rubbing my shoulders and easing some of the tension. I could feel myself growing hard, and I wished I’d worn something other than sweatpants. They were hiding nothing. He noticed and smiled. “Maybe that is what you want?” We made eye contact in the mirror and he raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Maybe.” I said eventually. He smiled and patted me on the back.

“What’s your name kid?”

“Jack.”

“Mitch.” He said. “I’m a personal trainer here. I’ll give you my card.” He disappeared and found a business card which he gave to me with a squeeze of my shoulders.

The rest of my workout was fucked- I was too worked up. I didn’t even bother showering, just biked home and threw myself on my bed with my hand down my pants. I imagined Mitch, and the other guys at the gym watching me shower, admiring my physique and the semi that I almost always sported now. My dick was pretty decent. It hung down roughly four inches totally soft and grew to 6-7ish hard. It was girthy and veiny. I’d always been pretty proud of myself. I squeezed my balls as I imagined Mitch kneeling before me, getting me really hard with his mouth before turning around and presenting me with his- shit. I grunted as I came. I was even cumming prematurely in my fantasies now.

I lay in bed, gently touching my body and waiting for my dick to wake up again. I wanted to imagine diving into Mitch’s arse, fucking him with a hand on his back to keep him steady for me. I took a shower, playing with myself until I became erect again. I started the fantasy later this time. I was already deep inside him and he was moaning my name. He was my bitch. He looked over his shoulder at the young stud with his cock seven inches deep and bit his lip. I smacked his arse on his muscled cheek.

“Arch your fucking back, karihika.” I ordered. He obeyed me with a moan. He loved being told what to do by a cocky young stud-

Albeit a cocky young stud who couldn’t control himself. I whined as my dick started shooting again. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I finished my shower, still horny, and changed into a t- shirt and jeans. The friction on my dick was annoying, but I had to stop wanking at some point. I tried to ignore my aching balls and get on with housework, I wanted to make sure the place wasn’t a total mess when the guys arrived again. As soon as the house looked ok I sat in the living room and downloaded Grindr, playing with myself through my pants.

I set myself up with a fairly honest profile. I did think about hiding my face, or lying about who I was but I figured the worst that could happen was someone who knew me found me. Which just meant that they were also on Grindr thirsting, so really who gave a shit. Besides, if I was gay I’d have to come out eventually. Wellington is a pretty liberal city, no one I knew would care- although they might be a bit surprised. I shuffled my pants down a bit as I started chatting to people. Mostly the conversations were inane. Hi. U horny? I want to fuck ur ass. I rolled my eyes, but it was the most stimulation I had from anything other than my own hand and imagination recently so I kept at it.

Eventually a profile I was into messaged me. Kieran was twice my age, and toned like a swimmer, slim and hairless. He was taller than me and his dick was bigger, which for some reason I really liked. I wondered if I might be into getting fucked after all but I closed my eyes and all I wanted to do was rip his arse in two. His profile said bottom. Mine said top. Match made in heaven right?

We started chatting brazzers about music- he’d spotted my flatmates guitar in the background and asked if I played. Not well, I admitted, but I can serenade you with Santeria if I’m drunk enough. He joked about getting me drunk and retracted it, saying I was so young he would drink me into a coma without realising it. I felt a little affronted, but I admitted it sort of turned me on that he was older. I didn’t even know why. He told me it was because I was a cocky young stud trying to prove I was on top of the world. I paused.

Maybe.

I said.

Although, I feel like I gotta be honest here dude.

??

I only worked out that I’m into men a couple of weeks ago- and my dick kind of went crazy.

You’re young dude, it’s natural to masturbate a lot.

Na it’s not that- although, yeah, that… I uh. I don’t really last long these days.

I grew really hot as I typed the words. Fuck, I was blowing my chance with this hot piece of meat before we had even got started. No one wants a fucking premature ejaculator. Especially not one who claims to be a top. Kieran didn’t reply for a minute and I tried to walk away from my phone, make a cup of tea or some real food even- but my eyes were glued to the screen. I needed to know.

Lol.

He said

You’re young, you can work on your stamina. Besides… It’s kind of hot when a guy can’t control himself.

Ha ha. Is it?

Yeah dude. The biggest compliment I ever got was when a guy blew his load before he was inside me.

My dick grew rock hard.

Can I come over?

I sent it before I could think about it. What was the worst that could happen? He said no? Or he said yes and I get murdered and my dumb face was plastered across the news, and my parents had to be told by the police I was a fucking idiot who went out to fuck a man I didn’t know because I was horny and bored with my hand. He didn’t say no. He sent me his phone number.

Call me

I dialled immediately. He picked up after a couple of rings.

“Kieran here.”

“Hey it’s uh- Jack- from-“

“Oh hey kid.” I blushed. I guess being 19 you get a lot of ‘kid’ but I wasn’t used to it. His voice was gentle, a little lilting. He sounded gay I guess, in a way I didn’t. “So I want you to fuck me.” He started. I touched my dick and quickly pulled away, I didn’t want to cum while on the phone to this stud. “But you know, as the one with his brain functioning, I think maybe you should meet up with me in public yeah?”

“I did think that.” I said. “Sometimes I let my dick do the talking.” Kieran laughed.

“Jack off tonight Jack, let’s grab a coffee tomorrow, Cuba St Deli. 4pm. If you decide I’m not a creep or a murderer we can go back to mine.”

“I mean- a creep or a murderer probably wouldn’t be talking me through this.” I reasoned. “And I kind of want to bury my dick in your arse tonight.”

“It’s one night kid. What would your mum say?”

“She’d ask me what the hell I was having coffee with a man twice my age for when the only thing I really know about him is that he’s a drummer.” Keiran laughed again. I liked that I could make him laugh.

“She sounds like a smart woman.” He said. “Smarter than her dumbass son.”

“That’s true.”

We talked for a bit, he was a teacher although we didn’t dive into what. I told him I was starting my first year of Uni and had no idea what I was doing. We talked about my hobbies- a pretty short list at the time of gym and thrash metal. He had a little more to offer, but I loved that. I loved being a fucking big dumb jock around him. He made me feel so young, so inexperienced, and so fucking hot for him. I think he could hear my breathing growing shallower as we talked.

“You jacking off kid?” He asked.

“Uh… sort of…” I muttered.

“Alright. Hold on.” He murmured. I heard him groan. “Give me a head start.” he muttered. “If you’re such a quick shoot.” I moaned and took my hand off my dick.

“Ok, thats fair,” I said, embarrassed.

“Alright stud. I’m thinking about you. You’re at the gym, lifting weights, Bicep curls. I’m on the other side of the room. I’m watching you. Fuck, you’re so young but you can lift so much more than me. Your biceps must be three times the size of mine.”

His breathing hitched and I grinned. I knew if I so much as looked at my dick I’d blow my load, so I held my breath, with my eyes closed, listening to him talk. “You glance over at me with a cocky fucking smirk. I look away. Shit. You knew I was watching you. I feel like such a pervert, but I can’t help it. I’m hard. I glance at you. You’re hard too.” Kieran moaned and I moaned in response, lifting my hips as though I could hump the air. “You barely acknowledge me, you’re used to being watched. I can’t help it though, you’re gleaming with sweat, and I reach for my dick. I can’t believe I’m jerking myself off in the gym. I’m trying to be discreet. I close dede porno my eyes…” He moaned again. “And I feel you brush my hips with your big hands…”

“Fuck you’re so hard,” I muttered. “I can’t believe how fucking hard you are for me. And I’m not even doing anything. I guess guys like you just get really hard for my young muscled body.” Kieran started moaning on the other end, assenting. “Such a big fucking dick too. It’s bigger than mine. Such a fucking waste when all you want to do is take me up the arse.”

“Oh yes, fuck me.”

“Fuck you? Fuck the guy who’s jacking off in the corner watching me? You think you deserve my hard young dick up your arse?” I was getting really into it. I had to clench my fists not to touch myself. Even my nipples were a no go at this stage. I gritted my teeth.

“I think you’ll enjoy yourself, stud.” Kieran breathed. “I think you’re gonna like an older man like me down on his knees in front of you, spreading his cheeks…”

“Ok, dude you’re gonna have to stop.” I panted heavily. I didn’t know then it was possible to cum hands free, but if Keiran had kept going I would have. I heard him chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“You close stud?”

“Yeah I’m way too close.”

“Cum for me.” He said. “Pretend it’s my arse and you’re unloading a huge-” I grunted as I gripped my dick and wanked myself to a climax in seconds.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok” Keiran panted. “I’m not far. Just keep moaning.” I could certainly comply with that as I felt myself up, twisting my nipples and pumping the last of my cum out of my dick. He groaned on the other end of the phone as he released and we panted in synchronicity.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked eventually.

“Can’t wait. And apparently neither can you.” I could hear him smirking.

“Fuck you.” I laughed.

I arrived late, and I am well aware of the irony. I saw him from across the room and felt my mouth grow dry. I think that was the moment I truly knew I was gay. He was fully clothed, kind of twinky I guess, and holy shit he was hot. I couldn’t believe I’d never realised I liked men before, I was so hot for him and his sandy hair and beard.

He looked up and our eyes met. He smiled widely, and his eyes involuntarily swept over my body. I’d hit the gym- I wanted to have as much as a pump as possible. I was wearing a Slayer t-shirt that Jen had bought me- slightly too small now, which I knew. I liked the way my muscles looked underneath. I strode over to him and sat down, brushing my hair off my face.

“Jack.” He said. “Hi.”

“Hey dude.” I smiled nervously. A waiter showed up with water for us and took our coffee order. Keiran shook his head as they disappeared.

“Fucking hell, Jack. I could be your father.” I grinned at him and allowed my eyes to wander over his body. He was dressed in a white mandarin collar shirt and a cardigan. His jeans were exceptionally tight, showing off his calves. I shrugged.

“Well. Apart from the fact you’re not Maori. You know I think that might be my type.” Kieran raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. “An older guy thirsty for a dumb kid like me.” I clarified. Kieran laughed and leant back.

“You’re very sure of yourself.” He said.

“Not really.” I admitted. “But I know what I’m working with. You gotta play to your strengths.”

“Well your strengths are pretty obvious.” He grinned. “What are your weaknesses?” I felt my face grow red.

“I uh… think you got a sneak peak of that last night.” I mumbled. Keiran chuckled.

“That’s right.” He said.

Our coffee arrived and I avoided his eye as I sipped on it and burnt my tongue. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He said. I looked up at him.

“You’re cute and you don’t even need to be embarrassed.” I replied. He rolled his eyes. “Too saccharine?”

“Big word.”

“I’m not a total moron.” I grinned at him. “So I think I’ve decided you aren’t going to murder me.”

“You didn’t take a lot of convincing.”

“I never do.” I sipped on my coffee again and rubbed his calf with my foot. He closed his eyes briefly in pleasure. I sighed as I looked at him. If he didn’t mind my dumb dick he might be ok with anything.

“Hey Keiran.’ I said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “I just think you should know, I don’t want to fuck this up but… I’m a virgin.” Kieran blinked and looked me up and down again. “I mean, I’ve had sex with women- but you- this…” I trailed off. “I feel like I’m a fucking virgin again man, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I admitted. He smiled slowly.

“You have no idea how hot that is, do you?” I blushed again and laughed.

“I feel so embarrassed. But I wanna do this.” I looked at him. He put down his coffee. We held eye contact for a second before we both began to stand up to leave together. I reached for my wallet but he placed a firm arm on mine.

“It’s ok kid. I’m on salary.” I felt my ears grew a little pink but I kind of liked him taking control. He smirked as I nodded and let him pick up the coffee. The cashier’s eyes flickered between us. I mean, we didn’t look anything alike with my dark, stocky build and Kieran’s sandy hair and lithe body. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

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She might have heard the weak sputtering cries for help if she hadn’t been crying out herself. Lydia was fighting for her breath. She wanted to move, to get out from underneath him, to gain the ascendance, but Pepe was just too young, virile, heavily muscled, powerful, and determined for her. Idiotically, Lydia thought about the bed of ferns that was being crushed in the small grove of trees surrounding the walking path beyond the pool patio. She worried what the gardeners would think when they came the next day to groom the grounds and found the ferns trampled and bruised and torn.

But then she had something else to think about, as Pepe thrust his hips and entered her deeply with a hard, throbbing cock that stretched her and filled her nearly to the limit. His pelvis was insinuated between her thighs as he fucked her missionary style. She was trying desperately to get out from underneath him, to turn him unto his back, but he would have none of it. He was Caribbean. He would have what he wanted his way. Just like his father had done.

Lydia thrust her hips up, trying to turn their sweaty, thrashing bodies, but Pepe had both of her hands trapped above her head, holding them together at the wrists in the firm grip of one hand. The other hand had her by the throat and he was squeezing, taking the air and the fight out of her.

And then he began to ride her with his cock, using the technique he must have acquired by heredity, as she remembered it so well from years past—when his father fucked her. Bringing the head of his cock out and sliding it across her clit, putting pressure on her there until he felt her jerk, and then the long slide back inside her to the hilt. Listening for the deep moan escaping her lips, her fighting for breath as he gripped her neck. Pumping her deeply, and then shallowly, rotating his cock inside her with a languid twist of his slim hips. And then the thick bulb of his jet-black cock rising out of her, dragging up to her navel and then descending again through her platinum blonde pubic hair and finding her clit. Loving her clit with circular motions, lubricating it with his precum. Waiting for the jerk and shudder of her, as she reached a higher level of passionate sensitivity. And then the slow, long dive inside her.

Lydia arched her back and cried out as Pepe let loose his grip on both her neck and her wrists and dove for her breasts with his teeth. Her long fingernails raked down Pepe’s heavily muscled back and dug into his meaty butt cheeks, moving around to his hips and trying to force his pelvis up. She continued crying out—her throaty gasps and groans drowning out the faint sounds coming from the swimming pool as Pepe began plowing her strongly and deeply and she writhed and shudder under him.

He lifted his face from his assault on the nipples of her ponderous breasts and gave her a smile and a laugh.

“Now?” he whispered in a deep-throated voice.

“Oh, god, yes, now,” Lydia cried out.

Pepe laughed again and then encased her arms between his, rose up on his knees, on either side of her hips, but only a couple of inches. Allowing the head of his dick to come out and rub across Lydia’s clit again as she gathered up her strength. His lips went to hers and she opened to him.

Then, digging the heels of her feet into the moist soil of the fern bed, Lydia wrapped her hands around Pepe’s young, slim waist and thrust her pelvis up into his, impaling herself and taking him deep inside and beginning to pump, fucking herself on his now rock-steady pole. Using him to reach all of the nooks and crannies inside her that impassioned her in ever more thunderous, closely timed waves of flow and electricity and going . . . over . . . the edge. Good. No, very good. Just . . . not . . . the same.

And as she felt her explosion coming on, reaching between Pepe’s legs and listening to his bellows of passion as she worked his balls with probing, searching fingers to bring them to an almost simultaneous climax.

Murmuring to each other, cooling down in the moist embrace of the fern bed, as Pepe caught his breath and quickly recovered his vitality and control. His lips on her nipples and the fingers of one hand prodding between her labia for her clit as his still-half-hard cock twitched inside her.

“It’s too quiet. I think we need to go back now,” Lydia whispered. “He’ll wonder why we’ve been gone so long. I just said I had something to show you in the garden.”

“And so you did,” Pepe said. And then he laughed again. His father’s easygoing, guttural laugh. Lydia had found that so disarming. It had helped coax her to open her legs to him. She had been young and naïve. And he had been Caribbean and beautiful and full of life . . . and hung.

“You’re sarışın porno supposed to be helping him in and out of the pool. He’ll be angry he’s had to get out on his own. And that no one is there to take him right inside.”

“You didn’t bring me here to play nursemaid to your old man,” Pepe said.

“No, I didn’t,” Lydia admitted.

“You brought me here for this,” Pepe said and he reached down and encircled the root of his reengorging cock and rotated it inside Lydia, causing her to shudder.

“Yes,” she sighed. “But now we’d better . . .”

“No.”

“Don’t argue, Pepe,” Lydia said, and she started to push him off her. If he knew, he’d obey her. But of course he didn’t know. No one but Lydia knew now—well, no one who mattered.

“No,” he declared again. “This is the way you want it. You’re a tease. You invited me because you are ripe for fucking. Your Stan can’t do you right anymore. I know what you need and want. I’ve got ten inches of what you want.”

“No,” Lydia moaned and she started to struggle, but to no avail. He was just too young and strong and virile . . . and enticing to her.

Pepe came up on his knees, straddling Lydia’s hips, and he put an arm under her and turned her and brought her up on her hands and knees underneath him. Cupping a breast in one hand and wrapping the other one around her neck, once more making her fight for her breath, he arched her shoulders up into his chest, rose up on the balls of his feet, encased her hips between his knees and fucked her hard and fast, the power of his hard-muscled thighs in each thrust. As her cries of rough taking and passion rose, his hand moved from her neck to cover her mouth and nose to muffle the sounds of sex, and she was on the border of an exhausted faint when he ejaculated deep inside her and she met his spouting cum with fireworks and flow of her own.

Lydia’s millionaire, older husband, Stanley, whose daily swims were therapy for fully regaining the movement of his right arm and leg following a series of small strokes, was floating face down at the shallow end of the pool when Lydia and Stanley’s new physical therapist, Pepe returned from the fern bed in the forest walk beyond the pool patio. It was later determined that he’d had a massive stroke and probably would have died even if he hadn’t drowned in the pool.

“Oh god, oh god, what are we going to do?” Pepe said, for once not in full control.

“Call the police and his lawyer, of course,” Lydia said, fully composed, belying the many years—nearly twenty-seven now—that she and Stan had been married. More than twenty-six very long years by Lydia’s reckoning. “It’s not like this was unexpected,” she continued. “He was a walking time bomb. I’m sure he’s had a stroke.”

“But I was supposed to be here with him. But, my god, I can’t let them know I was here professionally. I don’t have my license yet. I told you . . . but you were too hot for my dick to hear me.”

“Calm down,” Lydia murmured. She walked up real close to Pepe and ran her fingernails down his arm, causing him to chill. “Of course you don’t need to be here. Go on, take off. No one but me now knows you were asked to come give Stanley therapy. Go on now. I’ll call you when all of this blows over.”

But Lydia wasn’t sure she would call him again after all. She had thought he might be the substitute she was seeking. But he was just too male-dominating Caribbean. She had done everything she could to signal to him what she really wanted. But it just had not been the same.

Lydia watched Pepe stride around to the side of the mansion, where his motorcycle was parked. She enjoyed the way his tight butt cheeks grabbed as he walked while he pulled the black muscle shirt over his milk-chocolate skin. A luscious mix of his father’s Jamaican darkness and good solid Norwegian stock. Lydia had no intention of revealing that Pepe had been here, and it had nothing to do with him not having a license to work as a physical therapist yet. She didn’t want any nosey investigators looking into Pepe’s past, as they surely would considering the fortune Stanley was leaving. It would certainly complicate matters and look at least a little suspicious, if they discovered that the son Lydia had born out of wedlock in college and given away was present at her husband’s demise.

* * * *

“I don’t know what we’re waiting for,” Lydia said, trying to feign patience but not doing a very good job of it. She was sitting in the family lawyer’s office, waiting for the formal reading of Stanley’s will. It was inevitable. She was aware that Stanley had a prenuptial agreement leaving her well fixed but not in total control of his fortune . . . unless he died sex hikayeleri heirless. It seemed a little ridiculous after more than twenty-five years of marriage to even have a prenup, but neither she nor Stanley had given a thought to changing it. However, she didn’t see that there possibly would be a problem. All of Stanley’s relatives were gone. They had had a son, Brian, but he had died while on an Everest mountain-climbing expedition two years ago, his body still in a deep crevice on the unforgiving snow-clad mountainside.

No one had mourned Brian as Lydia had. No one could even appreciate the depth of the relationship she’d had with her son. He had been so devil may care and adventuresome, though. A beautiful youth, but throwing himself into any opportunity to risk his life and limb. And in the end, it had caught up with him. Lydia lifted her handkerchief to her eyes and blotted her tears. It was fine for her—very fine indeed—if the family lawyer believed the tears were for her husband, Stanley. But she, and she alone, knew they were for her beloved son, Brian.

“Just a few more moments, Mrs. Morton,” the family lawyer said. He was sweating and mopping his face with his handkerchief. Lydia had never seen him like this. He’d always been so calm and collected when she and Stan had dealt with him.

“I don’t . . . ,” she began.

“Just a few more moments. There apparently has been a glitch. A phone call from India last week. And . . . and . . . I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about this before. But I didn’t know how . . . ah, well, here he is now.”

The lawyer was standing, his face flashing between expressions of concern and relief, his eyes looking beyond where Lydia was sitting in front of his desk.

Lydia stood and turned. And gasped.

“Hello, Mother.” The voice was halting, the speech a bit slurred.

“No!” Lydia cried out. It wasn’t really the shock at the greeting and what it might portend. It rather was that she didn’t recognize this man who was moving through the door, leaning on a cane and favoring a stiff leg. And she wasn’t slow of mind. She had instantly caught on to why the lawyer was holding off on the reading of the will and what the appearance of this man meant.

“I know it’s a shock, Mother. That’s one reason I didn’t contact you before now. I was badly broken—and, for months wasn’t even conscious. My climbing team had assumed I was dead, but another one found me and took me down to Katmandu, and then, when it was clear I might survive, I was sent on to New Delhi. I . . . I’ve been convalescing. And deciding whether I even should . . . well, you know. I’ve been thinking about this self-destructive streak I’ve had, and I . . .”

Lydia turned to the family lawyer and declared in a steady, steely voice. “I’ll not make any declarations at the moment. This young man is a good ten years older than my son. . . . I just don’t know. I don’t want to see a court fight, and I suppose it’s slightly possible that recovering from such an accident could have aged him. But I just don’t know. Perhaps we should wait on a reading of the will. I just don’t . . .”

“Yes, I think you are right, Mrs. Morton. Yes, I think that would be best.” The relief in the lawyer’s voice was palpable. He’d never had this happen to him before in thirty years of law practice. And she was taking the possibilities, the ramifications of the situation very well. He had always admired Lydia Morton. And, yes, he’d wanted to get in her panties too. She was a beautiful, ageless blonde. Much younger than Stanley, of course, and the lawyer knew that they had rushed to the alter because their son, Brian, was on the way. And Lydia Morton obviously married Stanley for his money, not his looks. But she was one sexy, smart broad. And she’d stuck with Stanley for over twenty-five years. Her reaction to this turn of events showed her to perfection as unflappable. He felt himself going hard. He wanted to fuck her more now than ever before. Perhaps after all of this unpleasant uncertainty was over . . .

“I know it’s been a shock, Mrs. Morton . . . Lydia. Perhaps we should call it a day. I will see Brian . . . this young man . . . settled in a hotel, and we’ll set up appointments for the two of you . . .”

“No, I think he should come home with me.”

“Come home with you?” The lawyer was flabbergasted.

“Yes, I think if we have time to discuss this alone, we can come to some accommodation.”

“Oh, yes, I understand,” the lawyer said. And at the moment, he thought he did understand. Although he knew Lydia had stood by her marriage, he also knew that she’d had affairs here and about. In fact, a rumor was going around now that she was sleeping with şişman porno a Caribbean half breed muscle man. He could see it now. Presented with a complication between her and her husband’s full estate, Lydia was going to see if she could fuck her way out of the problem, ensnare this young man and convince him to sell his somewhat shaky birthright—at least until or unless he let them do DNA sampling—just to get his cock inside her. And, as the lawyer took another look at Lydia, he thought the chances were good she could carry it off.

The lawyer only had it partially right, though. Lydia Morton indeed wanted to get this Brian pretender home and alone. But it was more because she wanted to be sure herself that he wasn’t her son. She knew exactly how she could do that, but she couldn’t do it here in this office and she couldn’t do it during arranged meetings with witnesses.

“Is that arrangement satisfactory with you?” the lawyer asked the Brian claimant.

“Yes, quite,” the young man answered. “I would not have come back at all, if I wasn’t prepared to face this.”

That night, after having set the scene—having all of the servants cleared from the house after a gourmet dinner and after-dinner drinks before a roaring fire, letting the flames in the fireplace set the diamonds encircling her neck and descending to her carefully uplifted cleavage in an alluring gown sparkling, and showing the young man not only where his bedroom was but where hers was as well—Lydia prepared her bedroom. She slipped on a diaphanous gown that revealed all of her charms to perfection and lit the lamps on either side of the bed to their lowest setting.

She wanted the atmosphere to be alluring and her charms to have the right lighting, but she needed light. She would know if it was Brian or not if he came to her as she had implicitly invited him to—and she would know what she wanted to assure herself of if he came to her in the light.

She then posed herself on the silken sheets of her bed and dozed until the darkest hour of the night.

Lydia awoke to her mattress yielding to the weight of him, and she opened her eyes just as he was leaning over to turn off the light by the bed. He had already clicked the other one off. She only got a glimpse of him, but she could see that that his body was hard and well-muscled and that he, indeed, was a somewhat aged version of her son.

“No. The lights. Please leave them . . .”

“I don’t know if I could in the light,” he mumbled. “I almost didn’t come back. I had so much time to think. To think about this . . . us. I don’t know if I could . . . if I could see you. But I couldn’t stay away.”

“The light. I want the light . . .” She was flustered and thwarted. She had to see to be sure. This was all set up so that she could see—and know beyond a shadow of doubt.

The young man cut off her objection by covering her mouth with his and taking her into a deep kiss. He had her pinned to the bed, one of her arms under his body and his good leg straddling one of hers, holding her to the bed, while he slowly unbuttoned her gown and revealed her trembling flesh. Her head was cradled in his arm and the hand of that arm found one of her breasts and was pinching at a nipple and causing her to shudder and writhe and moan softly under his touch. His other hand glided down her belly and through her pubic hair, and he parted her clitoris lips with his fingers and began the process of giving her hot flashes and flowings and bringing up moans and groans from deep inside her.

He was moving on top of her and parting her moist labia with his strong fingers and inserting the bulb of his cock there. She struggled under him, still intent on seeing, on knowing. But she began to yield to him almost immediately. Yes. He was monstrously long and thick. Yes, yes. He was curved upward, the bulb dragging along the undulating muscles of her passage walls as he moved into her. Yes, yes, yes, his fingers going to her clit. Y-e-s-s. As he slowly stretched and entered and entered and entered, reaching farther up into her than any other man had ever done before.

Not pumping but relentlessly sliding up into her, reaching for her heart.

And then, her heart pounding, her passion reaching for the heavens, as he turned onto his back and brought her up straddling his lap, impaled to the quick on his cock . . . and let her take over the fuck. Yes, yes, yes, she exulted as she rose and fell and rotated at her own pace, creating her own waves of passion, using his gigantic, skyward pointing pole to fuck herself wildly and totally, bringing herself—and him—to and over the edge as their juices mingled and then beginning at the beginning and bringing them to a shared climax again and then again.

Yes, she no longer had to look for the birthmark at the root of his cock. This was what she tried to find in substitute from Pepe and could not achieve. This was how she had taught Brian to fuck her. There was not a doubt in the world. The son Stanley had given her was home and very much alive.

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Becoming Bree Ch. 04

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Chapter 4: Interlude

The drive to her Aunt Tera’s home was mostly in silence, as if Sabrina thought she’d burst or explode with all the emotions running through her. She continued to be overwhelmed by her mother, everything that the beautiful woman did astonished her, surprised her and made her horny as hell.

The ride was smooth inside her mom’s sporty little convertible. The two pretty women let their hair blow in the wind, enjoying the beauty of the day.

Sabrina had already begun to liberate herself, sexually. She wore no bra under her sheer spring dress and the panties were barely-there as well. If her mother hadn’t been with her, she’d have fingered her pussy all the way to her aunt’s home.

The drive was long, but Sabrina didn’t mind. She was lost in her thoughts, losing herself in her newfound sexuality. All of her thoughts seemed to center around sex, about fucking, about being licked and nibbled, about being a total sex-toy.

Cock. She thought about it all the time now. She loved the primal sound of the word. Cock. She couldn’t wait to feel one fucking deep into her pussy. To have one in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing with lust. Her pussy was aching now, she wanted to fuck. Ohhh Mom, hurry up and get to Aunt Tera’s, I wanna play with my pussy, she thought inwardly.

Caroline glanced over at her daughter, noting her obvious distress. She thought it was wonderful that Bree’s long-suppressed desires were coming to the surface and she hoped her horny little daughter would yield wonderful, loving passions.

This was the kind of day that inspired Caroline’s lusts. She and Tera would often go on picnics, either wearing frilly spring frocks with little underneath. Once at their destination, they’d find some secluded spot, strip each other slowly and make wild, passionate, lesbian love. On occasion, they’d bring a 3rd partner, like Tera’s sensual mom, but usually it was the two of them.

Caroline couldn’t wait to see her lover again and, throwing caution to the wind, put her foot to the floor and accelerated the car.

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At the same time Caroline was winding her way down the road to Tera’s home, Tera was exceptionally arap porno busy.

She smacked, hard and quickly, at the rounded buttocks that were in front of her. The sweet cheeks glowed red and the woman face-down on the bed moaned with intense passion.

“You’ve been a miserable, fucking bitch, haven’t you?” Tera said as she slapped the ass again.

“Yesssss!” Michelle hissed in passionate response.

A few months into their lesbian / incestuous affair some years back, Michelle had confessed to her daughter – while eating cunt with love and affection for Tera, the daughter who’d released her inner kink – that she liked to be spanked when having sex.

“Daddy won’t do it for me anymore hunnycunt!” Michelle said between lavish slurps at the font of her daughter’s pussy. “He says we’re getting too old for those kinds of games – hmmphh, I am only in my 30’s – so we should just fuck and get it over with!”

Tera ran her fingers through her mother’s thick hair, which still shone brightly, despite a few flecks of grey. “Do you still have that Tortoise-Shell brush mother?” Tera asked.

Michelle’s eyes grew bright and round, and she ran from the room, returning a few seconds later with the brush. “This one, you mean?” she purred suggestively.

“Yessss, you nasty fucking bitch!” Tera squealed with delight. She grabbed the brush from her horny mother and swatted her on the ass with it. “You nasty slut, eating your own daughter’s pussy!”

The depravity of her daughter spanking her rounded ass and fingering her pussy at the same time made Michelle’s cunt flow like a river. She orgasmed within minutes.

Since then, Tera had always administered spankings to her mother. Michelle really got off on them. Sometimes, she’d practically beg her sexy offspring to spank her. She bought Tera a naughty black riding crop for her birthday, which Tera used on her unmercifully, swatting her mother’s round ass until it glowed red, even striking her engorged clit a few times, which caused Michelle to practically pass out from orgasm.

Michelle loved to tease her daughter now. She made every one of their sessons special for Tera. She’d bedava porno buy the nicest clothes, designer stuff – over her husband’s objections – and wear them for her daughter / lover.

Michelle had come to their lovemaking session today dressed-to-kill. She wore the “Power Suit” that Tera adored, her mother looked trim and stylish in it. And what was underneath always made Tera’s pussy drip with desire.

Today she’d worn the pinstripe blackish / grey suit that was Tera’s favorite. Her heels were stilettos, one of Tera’s turn-ons, and now Michelle’s. She’d mastered the art of walking in them, adding a gentle sway to her walk that ignited a heat in her lover / daughter.

She had stood in front of Tera, undressing slowly, teasingly, one button at a time, until Tera was almost mad with desire to rip the outfit from her mother’s lush, mature body.

But she didn’t. And the end result was always worth it.

Today, Michelle had worn an outfit underneath to entice. The bra she wore held her round, gorgeous tits, but just barely. As she removed her top, she wiggled out of the pants next. The shimmy she used was overtly sexual.

Once she was out of the top and pants, she stood before her lusty offspring clad in a bra, sheer lace panties, black stockings and garter. Her daughter reached for her, but Michelle pulled away, just out of her reach.

“Uh, uh, uh baby – be patient!” she giggled at Tera. Patient, Tera thought, Fuck!, I am dying to lick that hot pussy of hers! But she knew her mother well enough to know that Michelle would make it worth the wait.

Michelle walked around the bedroom, pirouetting in front of Tera, cupping her large tits and playing with her nipples, running her fingers over the stockings, sliding a finger into her wet, soft pussy and fingering herself. She offered one pussy-slicked finger to her daughter, who sucked at it eagerly.

She slid onto the bed and was amazed, yet delighted, when Tera’s hand smacked at her gorgeous, rounded ass. “Bad Mommy!” Tera yelled at her. “You made me wait to get at that luscious cunt of yours! Bad Mommy!” Tera swatted at her mother / lover unmercifully, making her ass cüce porno cheeks glow a delicious red.

She used the riding crop too, and Michelle was on the verge of pain – yet it was still pleasurable. Tera knew this, and buried her face in her mother’s pussy, licking at it, slurping up all the juices as she now gently caressed her mother’s buttocks.

They were in a “69” now, mother licking daughter, daughter licking mother, soft moans coming from both women.

They wiggled on the bed, their bodies similar in height, so the lovemaking was fierce, passionate and skilled. In the years they had been lovers, Michelle’s lesbian skills had developed to the point she was nearly as good as her daughter.

She drilled her tongue into Tera’s cunt, swirling it around, up and down, licking at the clit and stroking her soft thighs.

They adjusted positions, Michelle lying on top of her daughter, their breasts squashed together, rubbing pussies together, the wetness from both women lubricating their heated fucking.

Michelle’s brain drifted back to how all of this had started, her daughter and Caroline seducing her into this new, deviant – yet happy – lifestyle – and she smiled as she continued to dry-hump her horny daughter. Her husband didn’t spend a lot of time with her in bed nowadays, but she didn’t care – she had Tera and in the years since, had found a few other female playmates. She didn’t crave cock much anymore, but the gentle caress of a woman’s hand, her soft lips, her gentle touch, the subtle aroma of pussy and perfume – those made her ache with lust now.

Tera’s fingers pumped in and out of her mother’s cunt now, bringing her to mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, Michelle was nearly out of her mind with lust and passion. Over and over she came, her juices slicking her daughter’s fingers, until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and came, an explosion that nearly knocked her off the bed.

She snuggled with Tera, toying with her daughter’s nipples, cradled in her arms. “When are you expecting the girls?” she asked.

“In a few hours, so you need to get your shapely ass home to Daddy!” Tera giggled, swatting her mother’s ass as she got up from the bed.

Michelle pouted a bit, as if wanting to stay. She did want to see Caroline again – and she wondered if her daughter would be as wild as the mother. But those were thoughts for another day. She dressed and left, blowing a kiss to her daughter, knowing there would be more pleasures yet to come.

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Anita’s Sexual Adventures Ch. 10

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Chapter 10: Billy Foursome.

After that night things were not the same at our house with Ma being gone. I had become the fuck toy of my Pa and brothers. The three of them would take turns with me from one day to the next. The oddest time was when I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Pa came up from behind me at the sink and cupped my breasts while he poked his erect dick at my ass. He then moved me over to the kitchen table where he bent me over and undid the snap on my pants. My pants were quickly at my ankles while Pa fucked me from behind. No sooner was Pa done when Steven jumped in and fucked me, and then Billy played caboose. I got trained by my own family and did it feel good too.

When Ma came back, things quieted down and my pussy got a bit of a rest, ‘ceptin’ for my Silver Surfer friend. In spite of Ma having fucked my brothers once, I don’t think she would cotton to that again. Nor could I ever imagine her approving of Pa fucking me, let alone my brothers. The family fuck-fest had come to an end. We would have to go back to sneaking around, with Pa being odd man out as Ma would know my scent instantly on Pa’s dick.

I had gone a few weeks without a good fucking, nor so much as a brother grabbing my tits when no one was looking. Was my pussy getting boring to them already?

I decided one night to put on a good show for Billy through the peep hole. In spite of things cooling down, he would still watch from time to time as I could tell by the closet thumps. Well this one night he was extra loud, so I did a slow strip in front of the hole and gave him close-up looks of my tits and pussy. I was hopin’ to arouse his Biggerstaff for a good fucking. It was Wednesday night. Ma and Pa would be at the church all night. It was good therapy for Ma for them to spend some time together and exercise her demon. I had a little demon of my own which Casibom needed some attention.

I heard some clumsy movement in Billy’s peep closet. I knew he was watching my up close and personal show for his eyes only. I even did a little Silver Surfer action standing at the peep hole. I wanted to get fucked and get fucked badly. I needed cock. I was hot wet and ready. I decided to pop butt naked into Billy’s room to get some cock. In opened the door and burst in on Billy….and his friends. There were two of them there, I knew from school. One was Chester, who I had dated once and gave him a hand job. The juvenile bragged about it, so I never went out with him again. The other guy was Daryl. He was a smart, slightly overweight fellow with blonde hair like Chester’s hair. My heart sank. I knew these boys had been watching me through Billy’s peephole. I couldn’t believe it had happened to me twice, that my own brother would invite guests over to watch his sister’s snatch.

I was a little angry. I stomped my foot and gave the boys an unintentional breast wiggle. “Billy! How could you bring your friends over here to watch me?”

Billy replied, “Well Sunny I didn’t. They are here to buy some pot. Then Daryl said he would give $20.00 to see you naked, so when you started your routine, I couldn’t help myself. It was easy money.”

I felt a little better knowing it wasn’t a grand design, but an impromptu voyeurism. But still, a brother should look after his sister, not exploit her. I suddenly realized I was naked in a room with boys. I turned to walk out, when Billy held my arm and said, “Don’t go. We know you came over here for a reason being naked and all.”

Billy had me there. I guess they would have never believed I got lost going to the bathroom. I didn’t say anything. Billy pulled me toward the center of the room where all three of them gathered Casibom Giriş around my naked body. I was trapped. My folks were out and if I yelled only Steven would come to my rescue and that wouldn’t help me at all. That would be just one more hungry cock to satisfy.

The boys’ hands covered my body. I had hands jockeying for position on my breasts, ass, and pussy. Billy held me and kissed me on the lips and then passed me to Chester who did the same. From Chester I went to Daryl. They all took turns kissing me and feeling me up. I was already wet when I came in the room and now I was becoming super horny. I was slowly forgiving Billy. My legs spread a little as fingers entered my pussy from what seemed like four different directions. My knees were getting weaker. The guys were undressing. With their shirts off I could feel the heat coming from their skin as it comforted me when they held me. After a few more feely-kissy spins around with the boys, their pants were gone. I now had cocks to touch and play with as I kissed the boys. In fact I hand both hands full of cock. I was going to get some dick tonight.

The big pass around, breast, and genital touching session ended when Billy placed me on his bed. I laid there spread leg and naked as Billy’s tongue lapped my pussy. Chester and Daryl gave me a breast massage.

Chester asked Billy, “Can I eat some of that too?” And with that the three boys took turns sampling my love juices. I would grab and stroke their cocks as they fondled my breasts. Soon I was sucking dick to no objection.

The eating of my pussy felt good. Billy did the alphabet song, Chester did side strokes and Daryl could curl his tongue and fuck me like a dick-now that was weird, but I didn’t complain. Finally I said sweetly, “Would one of you boys mind fucking me?”

There seemed to be no problem finding a volunteer. Casibom Güncel Giriş Chester who was doing as side stroke stopped and mounted me. The dick sucking essentially stopped at this point, but I was still able to massage the boys and keep them hard while they found ways to touch my boobs. The boys took turns climbing on me. Once I had been dicked by all of them, we moved to a new position. Chester lay on the floor while I mounted him. This allowed my mouth, which seemed to be another orifice of interest, to attend to neglected business. I could easily take turns sucking two cocks while being poled. Being gang-banged was as much fun as that 69 stuff.

I was just getting used to this when the music stopped and the guys had to all swap positions. Daryl fucked me again and then my brother. I lost track of my orgasms at 2 raised to the infinity minus one power. I had all their dicks soppin’ wet and full of pussy stink.

Billy’s cock gave out first as he came in my mouth. The other two guys were “social cummers” as they both soon came after Billy. Chester shot a load into my mouth which dribbled out to my tits and Daryl was nice enough to fill my pussy with hot cum. I held my finger to my lips and said, “Not a word of this to anyone.” They all nodded in agreement. I kissed the boys goodnight on the cheek as they didn’t seem to want to tongue me at this point. I got some friendly pats on the ass as I heard my folk’s car pull in the drive way. We got done just in time.

My pussy felt satisfied, but I felt a little let down. The deep feeling of Billy’s betrayal was gone, but I had lost something that night. The deep love and respect I had for Billy had come down to Earth. I realized his feelings were not as strong as mine. I still loved the guy, but didn’t worship him as before. This evening damaged what little reputation I had left as word of this night leaked out. The gang-bang wasn’t so bad, but the constant denial of having sex with my own brother grew tiresome, as I would hear the snickers as I walked past the lockers at school. After graduation I decided it would be best to leave town for a while.

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