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Paris had been great, seeing old friends, hanging out on the rive gauche, re-visiting favourite restaurants and delights of delights going to English language movies. But I was glad to be leaving, the meeting that was the excuse for the trip had gone well, I’d won the contract I was after and had six months work to tide me over the summer, but I missed the South. The smell of the garrigue, the sense of space, the light, most of all the heat. Paris wet, polluted, crowded had worn me down and stressed me up- I needed a long walk along the beach, a swim in the sea and a good dose of heat to clean the pores. The morning rush hour crush of the Metro to the Gare de Lyon, and the tired, impatient crowds of the station brought back all the reasons I had turned my back on city life.

The Montpellier TGV looked like it was half empty, my wonderful, flirty, travel agent had managed to get me a seat for four people around a table in the smoking coach- bliss. With a bag of supplies, water, OJ, super strong coffee, Benson and Hedges and a bag full of books from Waterstones on the rue du Rivoli the next four hours were going to be a reading fest fuelled by caffeine, nicotine and the knowledge that at the end I’d be but a short car journey from by beautiful home and idiotic, sloppy, devoted dog.

The departure whistle blew and the doors pulled closed, at the last second a flurry of activity caught my attention. A bag packer had pushed herself onto the train at he last minute- the automatic doors snapped shut behind her almost catching here sack. Storing her rucksack in the overhead rack she sat across from me, immediately lighting a cigarette and starred intently back along the platform. It would seem that I had a companion after all, such is life, the whole public transport system wasn’t run just for my benefit after all. The train pulled out and with a sigh she stubbed out her half smoked cig only to pull a fresh one from the packet. She was younger than my 35, probably late twenties, short black hair, spiky at the front, shortish, about 5ft 4in, large boned but not fat, signs of small breast could just be seen. She was dressed in dark jeans, a large light brown shirt with a fleece jacket, typical travellers style, with large interesting Indian style silver ear-rings and the sparkle of a small diamond nose stud. Her skin was a brilliant white, sign of a life spent in a Northern climate.

“You were lucky to make the train.” I ventured in French, she looked at me coldly and replied in accented English “Was I?”, her dull tone indicated that she wasn’t replying to my question but to a conversation already well advanced in her own thoughts. With that I retreated behind the pages of my book, submerging myself in the suicidal politics of Republican Spain. For an hour we sat in silence, me, face in my book, her, staring out of the window with unseeing eyes smoking constantly with sharp sudden movements.

The clatter of the door opening heralded the arrival of the buffet trolley, the waiter slowly moved down the carriage serving our fellow travellers strong, bitter coffee, bottles of Evian and baguettes. My companion I could see was watching his every move, she opened and looked inside the purse she had round her neck, with a exasperated snort she closed it and returned to looking out the window. “Monsieur?” the waiter loomed over me, “Two coffees, a cheese baguette, and a Mars”, I ordered. Her head jerked sharply but continued to stare out he window. “I don’t need charity”, she said to the glass once the waiter had moved off, “Maybe not”, I replied, “But you look like you could do with breakfast”, Karabağlar Escort pushing across the baguette to her side of the table along with the coffee and the chocolate. I took the OJ out of my bag and poured out two into plastic glasses and placed one in front of her along with the rest. After a long minute she reached out to the juice and took a sip. “Thanks” she almost whispered. Returning to my book I left her to eat in silence. Finishing the Mars bar she lit another cigarette, “Are you English? I replied I was, “On holiday?”, I explained briefly my situation, how I had left Paris after 14 frenetic and pointless years in the European media world, how I was trying to re-build a slower and more satisfying life as a writer and website designer in the Languedoc, and what I loved about my new life. She listened intently.

“You are happy?”

“I’m getting there”

“You are alone?”

“When I like myself then I’ll be someone that others can like”

She gave this some thought, “When will you know?”

“What?”

“When you like yourself”’

“When I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and smile”

“You’re a nice man”

“No, I’m just someone who can afford to buy a sandwich”

She smiled, a gentle, warm smile than changed here whole face, the tense muscles on here forehead and jaws relaxed for a fraction and I glimpsed a snapshot of the person.

“I think someone would like you just as you are” she said softly, embarrassed by her words she returned to looking out the window.

“What about you?” I asked,

“What about me?”

“Are you on holiday?”

“I was, but now I’m not too sure”

Continuing to look out of the window and not at me she explained that she had expected to meet someone at the station, they were going to travel down to the coast and then work their way along the French Med and into Spain. The idea was to do small jobs in the tourist resorts to fund the trip and then find somewhere, probably in the Canaries to work through winter. She had got the late train down from Brussels, slept in the station and arrived in good time for the TGV but..but her friend wasn’t at the station, not only that but her friend had their money, and here she was on a train to the South her plans in ruins and with no idea what to do. There was breaks, silences, too careful choosing of words that went beyond just speaking in a foreign language, this wasn’t the whole story, not by half, I guessed but it was all she felt safe to tell to a stranger. Just from her accent I could tell she wasn’t from Belgium, Amsterdam or somewhere in the Randstadt I would say, there was a harshness to her vowels that was very different from the sing song flow of French/Spanish influenced Flemish spoke by Belgian Dutch speakers.

“This isn’t a proposition but a suggestions, I said carefully, but I have a spare room and some friends who runs bars and clubs along the coast, why don’t you stay at my place? -At least until you have decided what to do”

She said nothing.

“Have a think about it,” I added before returning to my book, maybe I’d overstepped the mark, anyway what was I doing inviting a complete stranger into my house. The person I was 6 months ago wouldn’t have done such a rash thing, was I getting more foolish instead of more relaxed? For God sake I didn’t even know her name!

We travelled the rest of the journey in silence, eventually pulling into Montpellier station. Gathering my bags I lifted down her rucksack as she collected up our rubbish and threw it in the Karşıyaka Escort bin. Leaving the train we walked across the platform towards the exit. “Katya, Katya .. van Haenen” she said, “Peter, Peter Durritti” I replied and we shook hands in an awkward formality, “I thought you better know my name if I’m staying in your house”, she said. I smiled and lead us towards the car park.

The drive to Meze took only 20 minutes, with an extra 10 to pick up the hound from a friend. The dog, disloyal beast that he is, took to Katya straight away and perched himself on her lap for the short trip back to the house. I could tell she loved the house, I did too. Set on the outskirts of the village it is an old stone pile with a garden that runs down to the etang, salt-water lake divided from the sea by a long beach that stretches from the island heights of Sete to Agde. The garden was full of fruit and olive trees with a stone paved swimming pool. The house itself was large and I’d covered it with flowering climbing plants.

“You live here?” She said with awe in her voice

“Yeah, lucky aren’t I?”

“Its marvellous”

“I know” I grinned, and taking her bag showed her up to the spare bedroom.

“Dinner at eight, make yourself comfortable, have a look around and I’ll see you later”

I left her and took the beast out for a long walk through the vineyards that surround the house and push right up to the shore, I needed to sweat out Paris and the trip from my body. Two hours of walking in the afternoon heat left me hot and dusty. Returning to the garden I stripped off and plunged in the pool, pushing myself I splashed through lap after lap as I felt my body and mind unwind from the city and the enforced immobility of the trip. Pulling myself out of the pool I showered off the chlorine in the garden, looking up I saw a flash of movement on the terrace as Katya darted out of view. I was so use to living by myself that I’d forgotten about having guests- time to pull out those old swimming trunks from bottom draw.

Dressed in my usual shorts and t-shirt I pottered around the kitchen preparing dinner, a light salad, Thai chicken and aromatic wild rice with freshly picked cherries from the garden lightly doused in Marc du Languedoc.

“Your singing is terrible”, her voice behind me made me jump.

“Ahh, urm sorry but I’m use to living alone” I explained.

“I noticed, she smiled, do you always swim in the nude or was that for me?”

Blushing I once again apologised, and explained that one of the reasons I’d moved here was because Agde was the nudist centre of the South of France. After over a decade of living in suits I had developed a real passion for the freedom of letting things hang. Afraid for the first four months a regime of walking, cycling and swimming had rid me off the effects of too many business lunches, too liquid a based diet and airplane food. At 70 kilos I wasn’t exactly skin and bones but in what I considered good shape, the effects of the sun had given me a healthy golden tan and, all things being equal, I thought I looked just fine. Well fine enough to forego the swimming costumes on the beaches anyway.

Dinner was pleasant, sitting on the terrace, watching the sun set behind the Montagne Noir and the lights of Sete and Agde flicker on over the water. We talked about France, the politics and economy, enough for me to discover that she was well informed, perceptive and coming from the same part of the political spectrum as me, we talked about my life before and now, the one thing we didn’t Kemalpaşa Escort talk about was her, gentle probing questions were met with evasion and shifts in subject, after a while I gave up and we moved onto safer ground.

After clearing up and making coffee I returned to the terrace with a tray of cups and a bottle of Armagnac, Katya had drifted off to sleep in her chair. Gently waking her I lead her to her room and wished her goodnight. As I turned to go she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, “Thank you” she said when she pulled back. “Thank you and sleep well” I smiled and walked over to my room.

Paris, travel, and the wine sent me quickly into a deep sleep. I didn’t notice the door opening and only it was only the changing weight on the bed that caused me to stir, my brave defender merely raised his head waged his tail and moved over to let the cool, naked body of Katya slip in beside me.

“Peter, is this alright, I need someone to hold me”, turning towards her I brushed her hair with my hand and pulled her close to me with the other. We lay like that for sometime, me slowly stroking her head which was pressed hard into my chest, her legs wrapped around mine, her hands firm against my back.

I felt her head move slightly then her lips started kissing my chest and moving over to my nipple, her tongue feather like teased it until it was rock hard. Our hands, started to explore each other, a light sweat broke out on her back and both our breathing deepened. Reaching round I cupped her breast, the nipple firm and rubbery to the touch. She sighed and rolling away from me I felt her legs splay: Her hand reached down and lightly ran over my hardness nestling against my balls. Leaning over her our lips met and hers were firm under mine, her tongue thrust into my mouth,. Reaching down and I ran my fingers through the hair of her sex. Her hand enveloped mine, her finger pushing mine inside her warm enveloping wetness. Guiding my fingers to her slippery clit her other hand moved up from my balls to the tip of my cock, grasping it between finger and thumb she slowly, with the smallest of movement played with the tip, sending sensations like jolts of electricity through my body. Thrusting against each other hands, our insistent mouth and tongues glued together,r we wanked each other for what seemed an age, I felt her hand leave mine and slip lower, I moved my free hand beneath her body and under her now heaving bum, reaching up to slip inside of her sex from behind I felt her fingers already deep inside of herself. I moved my hand back and pushed my finger firmly against her tight arse, she opened to let me in. The effect was spectacular, pushing back against my hand she tore her mouth from mine and cried out into the night, I could feel the intensity of her contractions through her anal wall, her hand flew from my cock to my back as she held on as she rode the orgasm. As the shaking subsided I ever so gently withdrew my finger and held her close, my other hand resting in the curls of her sex. Almost like waking from dream state she kissed me and lowered her head to my nipple once more, her hands returned to my cock, with one holding my balls and pushing against the skin beneath them and before my arse and the other back on the tip it was seconds before I exploded, spraying my stomach with cum, she kept the pressure up until I felt completely drained. The finger on my prostate carried my orgasm up my spine and into the back of my head. Kissing me once more she lowered her head and licked the sperm from my stomach, it had to be the most erotica thing that had ever happened to me in my life: Returning to meet my lips I could taste my own sperm on her tongue.

“You are a very nice man” she whispered in my ear, “And you deserve a fabulous holiday” I whispered back

Pulling her close I held tight as I drifted off to sleep, I didn’t want to let Katya, or what ever her name was, go… ever.

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As we talked about, you got the hotel room ready for my arrival. After a 12 hour drive, all I want to do is pass out as I spill into the room, the suitcase, laptop camera and camcorder in tow. Most if it winds up on the floor next to the door as I collapse on the bed. It’s hard as nails, but having sat in a car for the past 1000 miles, it’s pretty comfy.

I wake to the phone ringing. My 10 am wake up call. I roll off the bed and head to the shower. 30 minutes later, I begin unloading the hardware. The laptop goes on the table, camcorder tripod off to the side, digital camera next to the bed along with the camcorder. The iPod and speakers go on the other side of the bed. After a bit, it’s all set.

I give you the call. The exact time that we planned. 3 rings on the phone before I hang up.

You’re on your way.

When you arrive, knock once, as we planned. I stand at the door, my heart pounding, my hand shaking with excitement. Digital camera in hand, I stand with the door between us, so that when I open it you cant see me, it looks to you as the door is opening on its own. You step in. From behind I envelop you, my arms wrapping around your body pulling you close to me as the door softly closes behind us. I hold you tightly in my arms, softly laying a few kisses on your cheek and neck while I begin clicking pictures of you. After a moment I release you. Seeming to ignore the camera – as we talked about – you turn to face me – our first look at each other in person. Your hair, soft luscious lips, perfect figure… I’m so glad I came. I take a moment and thank you for agreeing to let me take your pictures before I lean toward you and give you a brief soft kiss on your lips.

I turn back to the door as I ask if you have selected the movie you want to see. You name a couple of titles, and we’re off. I click a few more pictures as we walk to the car. As we drive to the theater you ask how visiting my family went, I ask you about yours. It’s been so long since I’ve heard your voice on the phone that here, in person, I feel almost overwhelmed. Just being in your presence makes my nerves hyper sensitive. My whole body tingles.

Arriving at the theater, my camera comes alive again, clicking pictures of you when ever it can. We go to take our seats just before the film starts. As you turn to sit, your magnificent body in that tight tank your wearing provides the most wonderful image, which my camera gladly records. I put the camera away for the time being and sit next to you.

Through out the movie, we’re holding hands. I honestly cant focus on the movie at all, my eyes glued on you. My fingers begging to touch you, my eyes devouring every inch of you.

As the lights come on and the credits roll, we stand and scuttle out. As we head to the car, you ask where I have decided to take you to dinner. I tell you it’s a surprise as I pull a blind fold out of my pocket. Leading you to the passenger door, I stand behind you and cover your eyes. The blindfold nice and secure, I open the door and help you in, making sure your peasant skirt doesn’t get caught in the door.

As I begin driving, I can feel your excitement. Having studied the directions to the restaurant in detail before coming here, I’m spot on in my turns, barely aware of the street names. When we pull up, I quickly move to open your door and help you out. I lead you into the restaurant and to our table. Having spent so long talking online and the few times on the phone, I’m fairly confident in what you like and don’t like to eat. I place our orders with the waiter at the front of the restaurant, where you can’t hear. After a few minutes they bring the food. Still completely unaware of where we are, I can tell your excitement as the aroma reaches your nose. I get your food ready and feed you some on your fork. A smile spreads across your face as you taste the best chicken parmesan the state has to offer. My camera makes a reappearance as I feed you, taking full advantage of your helplessness.

When we are done eating, I lead you back to the car, still blindfolded. You ask what else I have planned for the evening as I help you back into the Ödemiş Escort car. It’s a surprise I tell you as I close the door.

When we finally arrive at our next destination, I again help you out of the car. After leading you around a bit, you hear a door open. We step in. I lead you to a spot in the room and then stand behind you. I take you into my arms again, holding you tightly, pulling your body close to mine. I pull your hair to one side, exposing your neck, and I begin to softly peck a line of kisses from your ear to your collar, my breath heavy on your skin.

You hear the clicking of my camera as I hold you. I loosen my grip on you as I start to move around, clicking picture after picture. You feel my fingers tug and pull at your clothing, finding a better look, moving your chin slightly left or right, up and down, moving your hands and arms, finding a better pose. You hear the camera go silent for a moment as I shuffle around. Then back to clicking. You feel me pull the bottom of your tank up… inch by inch exposing your midriff, taking pictures along the way. I pull your peasant skirt lower, an inch at a time. You feel my fingertips trace across your skin as I continue taking pictures.

You hear the camera go silent. Your nervousness is apparent as goose bumps cover your arms and belly. I tug your shirt further up, the bottom now just below your breasts. I click a few more pictures before the camera goes silent again. You feel me stand behind you, my arms engulf you again. My hands slide across your soft flat belly as I pull you close. I pull you tight as my hands slide up your body. My fingers slip just under the lip of your tank top, my arms force your arms up. I hear you catch your breath as you realize that I’m pulling your shirt off. You give me no resistance though. Your blind fold stays on as I slip your shirt over your head. I continue holding you for a moment before I start clicking pictures again. You feel the camera aimed directly at your now bare breasts. I release you and you hear me step in front of you. After admiring your incredible body for a moment, then continue taking pictures.

I continue to whisper how beautiful you are as I take your pictures. After a few minutes you hear me curse under my breath. The battery is dead on the camera. But that’s not to bad a thing, the memory card was getting full after taking pictures all afternoon anyway. After disposing of the camera, you feel me stand behind you again. I tug your skirt just a bit lower, well below your hips, but not low enough to risk exposing anything. I pull the hair from your neck. Taking you into my arms, I nuzzle into your collar, peppering your skin with kisses. I trace a trail from your neck to your shoulder, then back, as my arms move from your midriff slowly upwards. You wrap your arms around mine.

Very slowly, very gently, I cup your radiant breasts in my hands. Pulling you tight against my chest I bury my lips into your neck.

I release one of your breasts and reach up. Slowly, I remove your blind fold and you realize for the first time that we are in the hotel room. We have been standing in front of the large mirror at the back of the room next to the bathroom. All the vanity lights are on, illuminating you. Perfect lighting for picture taking. I thank you for the blessing of seeing your exquisite body, even more so for letting me see it almost completely in the nude. You look at us in the mirror, my arms around you, my head resting on your shoulder, your magnificent bare breasts in my hands. I give you a soft kiss on the back of your cheek, just in front of your ear as your eyes meet mine in the mirror. You twist in my arms, turning around. Pressing your breasts flat against my chest, you wrap one arm under mine and behind my back, your other arm reaches up. Your hand cups behind my neck and you pull me forward, our lips meeting. One of my hands finds your cheek as my other wraps to your back.

You break our embrace and push me back a bit. Your eyes dart back and forth across my shirt before you start unbuttoning it quickly, pulling it open and then off. My arms Seferihisar Escort pull your chest to mine as we kiss. My skin trembles against the touch of your breasts. You step closer to me, almost making me off balance, forcing me to step back or fall over. You finally push me onto the bed, straddling me as we continue to kiss. I feel you grind yourself against my jeans. I pull you down on top of me, pressing your chest flat against mine. You feel my cock growing hard under you. You break our kiss and push yourself up on your hands, giving me a wonderful view of your breasts hanging in front of you. I sit up slightly, reaching with my lips until they engulf one of your nipples. I look up at your face as my mouth makes love to your breast. You look down at me and grasp my head, pushing it deeper into your breast as my hand massages your other breast.

You break free of my grasp and stand in front of me. You slowly begin removing my pants as I watch. As soon as my jeans are past my cock, my boxers stand straight up. You immediately start sucking my cock, right through my silk boxers. My body is trembling so much from everything that I cum within seconds.

Good, I think to myself. We got a quick one out of the way… now I can REALLY enjoy the rest of the evening with you.

You stand back up as I sit up. I pull you close to me as I sit on the edge of the bed. Your breasts right in my face, I start sucking them again, moving back and forth between them. You simply wrap your arms around my head as I relish your bosom.

I stand, my cock still poking out and hard, bouncing up and down as it throbs. I kneel before you, my hands tracing their way down your frame, and coming to a rest at the hem of your skirt. My fingers wrap over the lip of it and I slowly start to slide it down. I take in every inch of your flesh with my eyes as I expose it. Your puss comes into view and I bury my face into your thighs, my nose just touching your outer lips. I can smell your wetness building. My hands slide around the lip of your skirt to your well defined ass. Taking hold of your cheeks, your skirt now falls to the floor.

You are now completely nude in front of me.

I waste no time letting you step back to the bed or lie down. I simply start pushing my face between your legs, my nose and tongue reaching for your warm wetness, inhaling your scent. You fall back to the bed as I pull your lips apart, my tongue burying itself into your flesh. I swirl my tongue around your puss, touching every inch until I find just the right spots, the ones that take your breath away. My lips pucker around your clit, drawing it out from under its hood, sucking it deep into my mouth. I swirl my moist tongue around it, flicking it, pinching it with my lips before I let it pop back out of my mouth. You feel my fingers push against your flesh, spreading you open before they pop into you. The tips of my fingers rub inside you, looking for that one sensitive spot as I continue to taunt your torrid clit. Rubbing the pads of my fingers upwards inside your warmth, I find it. With a steady pace, I begin to rub it, my mouth attacking your clit, my fingers attacking your pussy. And you are absolutely soaking wet.

After a few moments, you ask me, Do you want to be inside me?

Continuing to eat you out, you hear a muffled *fuck yeah*.

You make no move to stop me.

I make no move to stop.

I am so enthralled, tasting you, smelling you, making your clit swell, loving every moan chirp, squeal, …. every sound that you make, that I just keep licking and sucking your clit and fingering your spot. Your thighs start to tighten and your hips bend forward as your pressure builds. Suddenly you let out a deep, quick moan as your puss explodes to my touch. Its as if a water balloon has exploded. I keep licking and sucking you feverishly as you cum, prolonging your orgasm. Even after you’ve stopped my tongue darts across your clit.

Your voice sporadic and panting, you call me.

I stop eating you as you sit up. Pulling off my soaked silk boxers as I stand, my cock springing forth Selçuk Escort just inches from your face. You lean forward, your lips sucking the head of my cock straight into your mouth. You finally taste the cum from the prior time you sucked on my cock. Quickly, I pull out of your mouth. I lean forward and start kissing you deeply on the lips, taking one of your breasts in my hand as the other braces on the bed, letting us down gently. You lift your legs, wrapping them around my waist as you lie on the edge of the bed. My cock presses flat against your puss as I kiss you. I roll my hips back and forth a bit, sliding my cock over your clit.

I whisper a question, do you want me to wear a condom?

You say if I pull out, then you don’t care.

I rear back and plunge deep into you. It’s just a few pumps before I have my rhythm… a constant steady plunge in and out of your tight, hot, and very wet pussy. I lie down flat on your breasts as we kiss. My cock hammers its way into you as I massage your breasts in my hand and nuzzle your neck, gently biting from time to time.

In no time, you feel yourself building again, you legs tighten around my hips as slip in and out of you. Then I reach under you, lacing my arms under your back. In one quick move, I lift you off the bed. My cock still inside you, I turn us, and take a few steps, planting you against the wall. With your legs tightly around me, your arms around my neck, I press my chest against your lovely breasts and wrap my hands around your ass as we lock our lips, and with a quick, unrelenting pace, I start fucking you against the wall.

Again, your body just seems to pop, your limbs going limp, your legs shuddering as you cum with my cock buried inside you. I keep pounding myself into you as you convulse, your nails digging into my back. You let out a sharp yelp as you feel wave after wave flow through your body. As you simmer down, I press flat against you, holding you up against the wall kissing you, as your legs and arms hang limp. I loosen my grip on you, letting you slide a bit down the wall so you can try to stand on your own legs… and you almost collapse. I stand to the side and you kind of slump onto the bed rather than walk over to it and sit.

You sit on the edge of the bed for a minute, catching your breath. I sit beside you, caressing your neck, sliding my hand up and down your back, nibbling on your ear. In an instant, your energy is back. You push me down on the bed as you swing your leg over me. You take my hard cock in your hand and position it before plunging down on it.

With your gorgeous body filling my view, you bob a few times up and down my shaft before you start whipping your hips forward. The head of my cock slams against your spot as your clit rubs across my pelvis. Your pussy is blazing hot as it tightens around my cock. You keep thrusting your hips forward as I moan beneath you.

Your incredible body…

My cock in your pussy…

The sounds you make as you ride me….

I cant take any more…

I’m about to cum, I warn.

You keep riding me, but you slow, a slow methodical thrust forward with your hips as I build …

If you don’t want me to cum inside you, you need to get off now, I tell you.

A warm but mischievous smile forms on your lips as you continue to slowly thrust my cock around inside your pussy.

My whole body tenses … and I explode. Tremors run through my body as I begin to cum inside you. Your mischievous grin turns into a broad smile as you continue to pound me around your puss. Its as if my whole body is a cannon launching my sperm into you.

Without warning, my hands launch up, one grabbing you by the back of the head, the other wrapping around your back. Your hips stop moving as I tug you down onto me. Immediately our lips lock in a furious, passionate kiss. Not missing a beat I move my hips up and down rapidly, pumping my cock inside you, cum still flowing from me. In mere moments, we’re both almost screaming in pleasure as we erupt together, cumming one final time.

After we catch our breath, I reach for the night stand. On it is a remote control. I point the remote over to the corner where the tripod is. You look and see the camcorder. I push a button, the red light goes out. I give you my own mischievous grin as I reach for the top of the bed. I shuffle us more on the bed as I pull the sheets over us, my cock still buried in your dripping pussy.

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John Taylor was a contented man this Friday morning. The weekend was fast approaching, the weather was warm and sunny and a trip to the coast to sail his boat was a definite possibility.

He was also contented because his architectural business was doing well. He had several projects in the pipeline, a new factory for a thriving local business, an office block with shops below was just starting and he and his partner both had three new individual private houses in course of construction. In addition to all of these he and Frank had only this week signed a contract to oversee their design for a new sports complex in the town. The complex was to include an indoor swimming pool, gymnasium, basketball, squash and badminton courts together with all ancillary amenities, including a fast food restaurant.

The plans and specification for this latter project were spread out on his desk, as was his project manager for the job, Josie McFarlane. She was the third reason for his state of contentment this morning. He had appointed Josie against the wishes of his advisors, who had wanted a man who had more experience. John thought that they had enough hard working traditional architects and assistants in the practice and wanted to take a chance.

There were not many female architects around and certainly none like Josie, as far as he was aware. Apart from being young and feisty, she was clearly well qualified and soon got along with everybody in the building. She could have her pick of all the men but so far no one had ensnared her into even a date. His chance appointment of Josie had more than paid off already because it was she who was largely responsible for landing the sports complex contract.

Josie was not exactly spread out across his desk. She was standing in front of the large mahogany desk with the plans spread out before her. She was leaning forward, studying the detail before her. John had entered his office to find her thus so absorbed in her study.

She seemed to be so engrossed in her work that she hadn’t heard him enter the room. John, again contentedly, admired the sight from the rear. Josie had on, from the floor, high heeled black court shoes with dark, fine fishnet stockings or tights; above she had on a tight pin striped black skirt with a white blouse or shirt above that. It was her rump that made John catch his breath. Her skirt fitted so tightly he could see her thighs outlined and what he couldn’t see was a panty line! For the first time since Josie joined the firm he felt a little twitch in his pants as his cock received a message from his eyes.

“I could get arrested for what I’m thinking right now,” he said by way of breaking the silence. Josie started, stood tall, turned and smiled at him.

She was a tall girl, standing about five ten in her heels. She was what some would describe as statuesque, with broad shoulders, a nicely defined waist and good ‘child bearing’ hips. Her breasts were magnificent, thrusting at her blouse (not a shirt), accentuated by a lacy black bra clearly visible through the sheer white almost see through silk of her blouse. Josie’s smile grew broader as she sensed the admiration in John’s demeanour. Her pearly white teeth shone from her brown, almost black face as he joined her at his desk. That had been another reason for the resistance to his hiring of Josie. No one had hardly even heard of a female architect, let alone a black one!

“I would never report you boss,” she answered his initial remark with a giggle. “I was just studying my baby and wondering what you wanted to see me about.”

John indicated that she should sit. He looked across his desk at his lovely assistant and wondered where he should start.

“We’ll look at some detail in a minute Josie,” he began. “First of all I wanted to say how much I appreciate all that you have done to bring this contract to this firm. I know I said it at the official announcement ceremony but that was for public consumption. Now I just want you to know that I’m behind you all the way and will support your efforts totally. I know that I’m the partner responsible for overseeing the contract work but you will be the one out there in the firing line solving day-to-day crises. Just call on me for anything, anything at all that bothers you. I won’t interfere but I’ll want full reports from you every Monday morning from now on. Is that clearly understood?”

“Yes boss,” she grinned happily, this was a big vote of confidence for her. “I know I can do it. I’m just inexperienced, that’s all.”

“I know,” said John. “That’s why I want to go over a few things with you now before you get stuck into the job on Monday and stop speaking to us all. Let’s start with the spec for the foundations.”

John was tall too so he didn’t have to lean forward very far to talk about the drawings, especially the part nearest to him. Josie had to lean much further. In fact, she stood and leaned across the desk.

John raised his eyes at one point to look at Josie but didn’t get as far as her Urla Escort face. His eyes became riveted down her cleavage at the wonders he could see.

Due no doubt to the strain that her breasts had put on her blouse one of the blouse buttons was unfastened. As she wore the blouse with the two top buttons unfastened anyway there was now a panoramic view of the upper slopes of her breasts. As her bra had a lacy gauzy top and was virtually see through part of each nipple was peeping out.

“Josie my dear, I don’t wish to spoil my enjoyment of the view but I think I should do my duty and advise you that you are revealing a wonderful sight to me.”

Josie looked down her front and then looked John in the eyes without flinching or even moving.

“You said you were enjoying the view?” she asked.

John nodded silently.

“You were saying about the timetable for this part of the work,” she smiled and leaned even further forward. She looked at John looking again. “Is it just me or is it getting very warm in here?” she asked quietly.

“Josie, you’re making me very horny,” said John, gazing at Josie’s abundant charms.

Josie peeped right over the edge of the desk on his side and grinned at the tented mound above his cock. She stood and walked over to John’s office door and turned the key.

“There,” she said. “That will make sure that we’re not disturbed. Now, you were saying John? Come around to this side of the desk and show me from here.”

John moved as invited and together they made a show of studying the plans and documents. After a few moments he tentatively put his hand on Josie’s tightly covered bottom. Her voice faltered slightly as she continued to talk about reinforced concrete. John began to caress the tightly stretched area, pressing a little harder where he could feel the cleft of her bottom.

Josie stopped speaking. Without turning she reached out and touched John’s erection in his trousers. She moaned quietly and he did likewise. Josie now stood and turned to him and they kissed deeply, mouths opening and saliva beginning to mix. John pulled Josie to him and began to grind his cock into her crotch. Josie had moved her hand and she also grabbed at John’s backside and pulled herself on to him. After what seemed like a five-minute kiss they paused for breath.

“I’m sorry John, I’m so horny. It’s all this excitement. I need to get fucked and soon. Is that all right?”

“You locked the door, you gorgeous horny sexy creature you,” said John as he started to undo the rest of the buttons of her blouse. He finished the job and pulled it open, revealing her big melons. He lowered his lips to Josie’s chest.

“The catch is round the back,” she gasped. “I’ll do it!”

Within seconds she was topless and John was sucking hard on a big hard round nipple while pulling on its twin. Josie unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it. As John had suspected earlier, she wore no panties.

“I diddled myself so much at lunchtime that my panties were soaked,” laughed Josie. “I had to take then off. Oh John, keep sucking my tits please! I’ll get your cock out for you.”

John’s zip opened like a dream and Josie thrust her hands into his pants. She pulled out his prick and felt its girth and length; it was weeping already.

“Oh God John, let me see,” Josie gasped as she pulled John’s head from her tits and peered down. She saw what she had uncovered. “That’s a great cock John. I gotta have that in me! Now!”

John quickly finished stripping off. He had never fucked anyone in the office before but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He didn’t believe that Josie was in love with him or anything like that but he was now in full lust for her pussy. He kissed her again and crushed her magnificent breasts to his chest. As they broke apart again Josie put her fingers to his lips.

“John, I’m going to fold up the plans and specifications and put them somewhere safe. We don’t want our cream all over them, do we”?

He helped her quickly move all the paperwork off his desk. She grabbed his cock again and started rubbing.

“God, I forgot you are a bachelor,” she grinned. “You don’t need a regular girlfriend with this hampton, do you? There’ll always be girls queuing up for a share of this, you’re huge!” Josie became serious. “I want a fuck John but I’m not looking for a regular guy at the moment, especially in the office, even the boss. Let’s just fuck one another when the other fancies a quick poke now and again. How about it boss?”

“I fuckin’ agree,” growled John. “Now bend over my desk and show me your pussy. I’m gonna fuck it and fuck it hard!”

“Yes fuckin’ please,” mewled Josie. “Stick it in me and give it to me, all the way.”

She spread herself face down over his desk, thighs wide-open and wet pussy winking at him. John grasped her arse cheeks and pulled them wide apart, revealing both holes. Josie thought for a moment that John was going to fuck her arse. She actually didn’t Menderes Escort mind that but she wasn’t wet enough there yet. Then she felt his hot tip touch her pussy and push. John rammed his cock home hard and Josie grabbed hold of the edges of the desk in a bid to keep in position.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” she hollered, “that’s fuckin’ fantastic.”

John smacked her arse cheeks hard. “Keep it quiet,” he snarled, “or else the whole fucking office will hear. Maybe even the whole fucking building.”

Josie gritted her teeth and kept as quiet as she could. Her previous arousal now flooded back and she knew she would soon come all over her boss’s cock. What a lovely thought! He was ramming in and out of her just as she liked it. It won’t be long now she thought!

John was just thinking he ought to try to slow down a bit or he might come before Josie was ready. His whole cock was swelling up to a previously unknown size and he was in ecstasy. Could he hold on long enough?

Josie was in agony and ecstasy too. She really must come then she could finish John off with a flourish. She knew a few tricks to make men shoot gallons of spunk. Right then she thought, I’ll just relax into a lovely long orgasm.

The phone on the corner of the desk started ringing!

John rammed his cock to the top of Josie’s cunt and stopped. Who the fuck was ringing him now, he thought?

Josie squeezed her cunt muscles around John’s huge engine. Fuck! She was just about to come too! She groped for the ringing instrument.

“Taylor and Armstrong,” she gasped, “can I help you?”

She handed the phone to John, her hand covering the mouthpiece. “Lady for you. Shoot your fuckin’ load! Says she’s your sister.”

John’s cock throbbed in Josie’s cunt as he took the phone from her. He pulled back and rammed back in again. Josie squealed.

“Hello. Oh hello sis, how are you? To what do I owe this pleasure? What? No, Josie’s my assistant. We are discussing a big contract we’ve won. What? What did you say? Mum’s in hospital! Where? Is it bad? How is she? Yes, I’ll come straight away. Are you at the hospital now? Wait there, I’ll see you in about two hours. OK?”

John was still hard and still buried deep inside Josie’s cunt. As he reached forward to replace the receiver he felt his balls clench and his spunk start its journey. He thrust into Josie and smacked her hard.

Josie released his cock from her cunny’s vice like grip and pushed hard up his shaft. Her juices flowed and she howled into a climax such as she had never felt before. Simultaneously she felt John’s hot sticky seed gush from his cock to fill her love passage. She couldn’t believe her erotic emotions.

“Ohhhh fuckin’ hell,” she gasped, “I can feel your cum all the way inside of me. I can’t stop coming all over your fantastic tool. Ohhh, I feel like I’m pissing I’m making so much juice!”

Gradually they regained control of their feelings. John slowly pulled out of Josie and she lifted herself from his desk, turning to look at the object that had just given her so much pleasure. It was very juicy, dripping on to the carpet. Josie dropped to her knees and swallowed John’s shrinking tool, removing their mixed juices into her mouth. She swallowed the lot and then stood again.

“That was fantastic John. I really needed that. You have a great cock, in every sense of the word.”

John stared at Josie’s magnificent body. “You have a fantastic body Josie. I would consider it an honour to repeat this event a few times.”

“You’re on boss. Just say the word. I gather from the phone call that you’ve got to go. Don’t worry about the office. I’ll clean up in here before I go.”

“Yeah,” said John as he reached for his pants and trousers. “My mother’s been rushed into hospital. That was my sister on the phone. She sounded worried and upset. I’ll have to go to her straight away. It’s about a two hour run. Shame, I was going to go sailing this weekend. I was thinking while my cock was deep inside you that I would invite you along. Just think of me shagging your arse with a yacht rolling on the sea!”

“I’ll come when you call John,” laughed Josie. “I’ll probably come on deck, against the mast and tied to the tiller too! Off you go now, I’ll finish off here. It’s a good job it’s Friday, gives you the whole weekend to sort your family problems out.”

ooooOOOoooo

John was trying to think of all sorts of problems and solutions as he drove through the busy Friday afternoon traffic. He called Frank from his mobile and brought him up to date with current happenings, including his meeting with Josie, minus the sex, concerning the sports complex project. He said he would check in with him but that he expected to be back in the office by Tuesday at the latest.

He called Josie too. She was still in his office.

“I’ve cleaned everything up boss,” she said in her usual bubbly voice. “I’m back on the job too with the specs and plans all over your desk again. Narlıdere Escort If Frank comes in he’ll find everything in order even if there is a faint smell of cum still in the air!”

John laughed. “I’ll tan your hide for you if you don’t stick to the plan, you gorgeous hussy!”

“I’ll look forward to it,” she giggled and disconnected.

John’s cock had recovered by now and was keen to react to their juicy conversation. His excitement receded as he thought of his mother and his sister.

June, his sister, was thirty now, two years older than him. He hadn’t seen her for a while. She was a teacher and taught at a school about an hour away by road from the old family home where they had both been brought up. Their father had died of a heart attack five years ago and their mother lived alone, June having bought a flat as soon as she had left college.

June had always been a pretty girl who had not made the best of herself. She wore unfashionable clothes and let her hair just grow until it needed a cut. Consequently she had few boyfriends and few girlfriends too. Her main interests seemed to be her work and reading heavy classical novels. Thinking hard, John realised it was two years since he had seen June.

At last he pulled into the General Hospital car park. He managed to find a space fairly close to the buildings and paid for a couple of hours. At reception he received directions to his mother’s ward and the ward sister was soon pointing out to him a space surrounded by a curtain.

“Your sister is still with your mother,” she said. “The curtain is just so that she can have some privacy as we are still doing tests and need to disturb her from time to time. You will have to leave in about an hour as it will be time for doctor’s rounds and then she should try to get a full night’s rest. Your mum’s in no danger as far as we can tell but we will be keeping her over the weekend to see how she reacts and for the test results.

John moved down the ward and quietly pulled open the curtain. The sight that greeted him was pretty much as he expected as far as his mother was concerned. She looked older somehow, lying in a hospital bed. Her eyes were closed but her eyelids were fluttering occasionally.

No, it was the other figure there that he didn’t recognise. He thought for a moment that his sister must have stepped out for a moment and that another friend was deputising. Then the figure turned to greet him and he saw that it was indeed his sister.

June stood to kiss and greet him. She was a revelation. Instead of the dowdy figure he had come to expect she was beautifully dressed in a smart tight fitting light blue woolly vee necked jumper and a pair of biscuit coloured slacks that fitted snugly on her hips. A pair of high-heeled black sandals completed her outfit. Her golden blonde hair was stylishly cut short, swept over her left side and glowed with health and vitality.

“Oh John, I’m so relieved that you’re here. I’ve been so worried sitting here all on my own. They keep coming in and taking blood and tissue for tests but they don’t tell you anything. Mum is so quiet. It’s unnerving.”

“Sister says that Mum’s not in any danger and barring any adverse test results they expect that she can leave here on Tuesday at the latest. So stop worrying and smile for her next time she opens her eyes.”

John held his sister’s hands and gently kissed her lips. June started in surprise but she did not pull away. They sat down beside the bed and June reached out and took one of their mother’s hands in hers.

“Mum,” she whispered, “John’s here. I told you he was coming and here he is.”

The older lady’s eyes opened and she smiled at her son.

“It’s good to see you son,” she whispered. “I’ve been worried about your sister. Take care of her for me. I’ll be all right soon, just you wait and see!”

John kissed his mother softly. “Hi mum, we’ll get you better first. June looks fine to me. Doesn’t she look beautiful? I hardly recognised her at first. Here you are with a handsome son and a beautiful daughter who are all ready to look after you.”

June squeezed John’s hand and smiled at him gratefully. Despite her transformation she still seemed to be a little low on confidence. John surprised himself by mentally resolving to build up her self-esteem.

Their mother drifted in and out of sleep. Twice a nurse coming to take samples disturbed her. After an hour they were asked to leave for the night and after leaving contact phone numbers they found themselves in the car park.

“Where are you parked sis?” asked John.

“Just over there,” said June, pointing to a five year old Ford Focus.

“Okay, follow me home. Still got your key? We’ll stay there tonight at least.”

“I bet there’s not much in by way of food,” said June as she unlocked her car.

“Yeah, we’d better just leave your car at home and then go out for some dinner. Come on. Let’s get going.”

Funny how they still thought of the old house as home, he thought as they wended their way through the once familiar streets.

The house felt cold and a little damp. John felt a twinge of guilt as he realised that he should be helping his mother more with her living expenses. The gas boiler worked fine though and he switched on the central heating.

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Chapter One:

I am RV’ing in Big Sur, California with my lady friend Karen. We met on a train trip going back east. We spent the night together enjoying each other’s company and vowed to meet up again. I mentioned it would be fun to spend time together in Big Sur. The RV Park is owned by a lovely lady named Ginger. She is a child of the 60s and keeps company with another flower child named Audrey. Karen is currently taking a shower after our morning coupling on the sandy beach.

I have been resting comfortably on my queen size bed for the past forty-five minutes. I shed my cargo shorts and lay naked on top waiting for Karen’s return. I woke up five minutes ago and am now leisurely stroking my cock as I relive this morning’s activity at the beach. I keep the trailer door open to allow the sunshine and warmth of the day to filter in.

Karen steps inside, returning from her shower with only a towel on her head and one wrapped around her body. It struggles to keep her lovely boobs contained as she comes over to check on me. She sees my hand clutching my semi-erect shaft and smiles. Karen releases her grip on the towel around her torso and lets it fall to the floor. Her huge tits sway back and forth as she joins me on the bed. She replaces my hand with hers and gently strokes my shaft. I lengthen to my full seven inches within her grasp.

“Mm, I love to feel your cock harden while I hold you. It’s a feeling I’ll never get tired of.”

I inquire about her shower and ask her about the facility. Karen describes the group shower and how Ginger’s parents built the showers to accommodate families living in the commune. She then pauses for several minutes trying to collect her thoughts. Finally, she continues with her story.

“Rob, I need to tell you about the past hour. When I got to the shower building, Audrey was leaving Ginger’s office and met me there. She showed me the showers and asked if she could join me.”

“Did you agree?”

“I was caught off guard by her question and didn’t know how to respond at first. I’ve never been in that position before. She wanted to know if I had ever been with another woman.”

I can feel Karen’s hesitation as she explains her whereabouts. I wrap my arm around her to let her know that all is good and that I have no reservation about her actions. Her boobs feel nice pressed into my side, so firm, yet so soft. Feeling her lithe form along my body and her hand around my shaft has my cock erect. I flex my cock to grab her attention and give her time to continue.

“Karen don’t fret about anything, we are tight, and I accept you as you are. I think I know where this conversation is headed, and if I’m right, I can’t wait to hear the details. Do you feel my cock? It is rock hard for you.”

“Thanks Rob, that makes me feel much better. I know I don’t need to justify my actions, but you did invite me to join you for the week and we just had the conversation about this week being for us.”

“So, tell me Karen, have you been with another woman before?”

“Are you sure you want me to tell you everything?”

Do you feel my hard cock? Of course, I do. I think I may want you on top of me while I listen to your escapades.”

“Well yes, as I explained to Audrey, I did have some sexual contact with girls in college. We experimented a lot in the dorms and I remember those times being a lot of fun. Our sexuality was just beginning to emerge. But I haven’t been with a woman since then, until today. I hope you don’t judge me too harshly.”

I roll to my side and press my lips against hers. I slither my tongue into her mouth and run my hands all around her full breasts. I graze her nipples with the back of my hand and they harden instantly. As I roll back, I pull her body over me so that she is lying on top. We continue to kiss and nuzzle each other. I lick her cheeks, her neck and kiss her ear.

I whisper, “Karen, I want to be inside you. I want to feel your hot pussy surround my cock.”

She responds with several moans and pushes herself up to a sitting position. We stare into each other eyes.

“So tell me Karen, what happened in the shower?”

“Well Audrey was already topless, and I was admiring her tan boobs. As you know, my tits were on display too. She undressed all the way and I caught sight of the full bush covering her pussy. She stepped into the shower and turned on all the faucets. The shower was filled with hot steamy water and I just followed her in.”

Karen grinds her labia along my hard shaft and I feel her wet juice. I tell her to lift and guide my cock between her folds. She complies, and I feel her hot cunt swallow my thick shaft. Karen settles down on me and presses her hips against mine. Our hands meet, and our fingers intertwine as I hold her body in position.

“You feel so good Karen, please continue.”

“I was standing in the middle of the shower spray, letting the water wash over me and cleaning the sand off my body. Audrey stared at my Tire Escort body and said she loved my landing strip. She was staring right at my cunt. And then she remarked that she used to have a full Brazilian herself at one time and loved how smooth her lips were and that she was always masturbating.”

My cock responds to Karen’s story and I am now throbbing inside her. I push my hips up to drill deep into her core. Karen closes her eyes and moans again.

“Ginger talked her into letting her bush grow out and is always eating her pussy. She added that Ginger makes her cum every time.”

“Geez Karen, that’s so hot. Were you getting turned on?”

“I think so. Out of nowhere, I asked Audrey if she would like to wash my back. She started scrubbing my backside and then the next thing I know, Audrey has her big boobs squished against my back and her arms wrapped around me. She used the soapy washcloth to massage my breasts and nipples before moving down to my smooth pussy lips, washing the sand and grit away. She used soap to lather up my landing strip too.

I was really worked up by this time, so I spun around to face Audrey. I took over and washed her from head to toe. I played with her boobs for the longest time, lifting them and sucking her nipples. I was a possessed woman. My hands roamed freely, and she encouraged me. I created quite a lather in her bush and then fingered her to an orgasm.

“My gawd Karen, that is totally insane.”

I grab Karen’s tits and play with them as she tells me all about her shower with Audrey. I hold her right breast with both hands and massage the flesh. I pull her close and wrap my lips around her hard-red nipple. I suckle like a baby and press my cock deeper into her cunt. Karen bites her lower lip between her moans and I encourage her to continue her story.

“After Audrey recovered from her climax, she rinsed all of the soap from her body and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She said it was her turn to pleasure me. I was so wound up, I begged her to lick my pussy. I spread my legs and she grabbed my ass to pull me close. She then used her tongue in ways I have never felt before. Her tongue was deep inside and then she started to suck on my clit. That’s when I lost it. My legs got wobbly and I was almost sitting on her face. I think I told her to eat my wet pussy. Anyway, I came really, really hard and Audrey had to hold me tight to keep me from falling down on the tile floor.”

“Wow Karen, so you had an orgasm right there in the shower with Audrey’s face pressed into your pussy?”

“Yes. And then when I was able to stand on my own, she got up and told me she was so happy that I waxed because she’s wanted to lick a smooth cunt for a long, long time. She said she loves Ginger’s pussy, but there is just so much hair. She said my smooth lips are just wonderful and that you a very lucky man. She hopes you appreciate my sweet adorable pussy.”

“Oh Karen, I do appreciate your sweet adorable pussy and I totally appreciate you. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to tell me everything you did with Audrey, so thank you for your honesty. But, I do have one problem. My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I have this crazy urge to take you from behind. Can we move to the side of the bed and do that?”

“Yes Rob, we can. I’m so horny again and I can’t get enough of this big cock.”

Karen flexes her pussy before she rolls off me and stands by the bed. I jump off the bed and get behind her. I place my hand on her shoulder and gently nudge her to bend over the bed. She spreads her legs allowing me to take her completely. Her waxed outer lips are pink and puffy, flush with her arousal. Karen’s pink inner labia hang down from within her puffy folds. I love sucking them between my lips. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them. Her tight little starfish reveals itself and her inner labia opens like a flower.

My cock is incredibly hard from listening to Karen’s shower confession. My glans is purple with desire; my balls hang low. I stroke my length several times squeezing the hard shaft. I grab Karen’s ass cheeks again and spread them wide. With one step forward, I press the tip of my cock into her swollen hole. With a second step, I push my entire length deep into her pussy. My hips press into her fleshy, mature buns. Karen grunts.

“Geez, your cock is so big. You fill me up, my pussy is so full. Rob, pound my cunt, I want it hard.”

I plant my feet firmly on the floor, grab her wide hips and push deep into her folds. Her hot gash surrounds my throbbing cock. I push and pull back with fast movements. Each time I push hard, I grind my cock deep into her pussy and flatten Karen against the mattress. I hear her gasp each time.

Her juices coat my shaft as I pull out and slide my cock along her ass crease. I move my cock over her little O-ring several times and then push back into her wet inner labia which accepts my seven inches. I push into Karen as she pushes Torbalı Escort back into me, sliding all the way to the hilt. Her sweet ass cushions my hips; my balls slap against her puffy outer lips. I hold steady and enjoy the moment.

“Your cock feels so good Rob, I think I can cum again. Keep fucking me baby.”

I slowly slide in and out and then increase my thrusts, driving Karen closer to another orgasm. It’s been quite a day for my sweet lady. One hand grips her left hip while I slide my finger around her anal rim; I love feeling her tight muscle.

She turns her head to look at me, “Your finger feel so good on my rear. Push it in, I want your finger in my ass.”

I rub my digit back and forth over her starfish as I fuck her from behind. I push my index finger against the tight rim. My finger slides past her ring and I bury it deep in her backdoor. Karen flexes her ass and traps my finger. Her ass cheeks surround my hand. I resume pumping my cock in and out of her pink labia and can feel the shaft through the thin membrane separating her holes. I rotate my finger in her backside, twisting and pulling as my cock lunges in and out at a steady pace. Karen’s anal ring loosens as she gets used to the pressure.

She grunts over and over, “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes”

The double stimulation drives us both closer to orgasm. Her girl juices lubricate my cock and drip down her thighs. I easily slide within her tight folds. I keep my finger buried deep in her backdoor as I increase my thrusts. Karen grips the bed covers and buries her face in the mattress as her climax engulfs her body.

“Rob, I’m coming again. Oh, gawd so soon, I can feel your cock, I can feel your finger. Geez, fuck me baby. Fuck your little shower wench. I promise I’ll let you fuck me in the shower this week, maybe every day. I just need to cum now. Arrrgggghhhh. Feels so good.”

Karen’s legs shake as I hold her in place with one hand on her hip and my finger buried in her asshole. She rides out another orgasm as I plow her into the mattress. Her fourth one today. Karen lays on the bed, totally spent. Her legs are jelly. I rely on the firm mattress to keep her upright and her cunt lined up with my shaft. I pull my finger from her butt and grab her hips with both hands. It’s time for me to cum too. I hold her hips tight and pound her pussy. My cock throbs as my balls tighten; a sure sign I’m about to climax.

I thrust three more times as deep as I can go and then pull out. I grab my shaft and stroke my cock quickly, back and forth. I squeeze my shaft with a vice-like grip as I pump.

“Get ready Karen, I’m going to cum on your ass. You are so hot, my little shower minx.”

“Yes Rob, cum on my ass, cum on your nasty girl’s ass. I want your cum now baby.”

I explode and jettison several strands of jizz onto Karen’s rear. Rope after rope of semen travels the length of my shaft and splashes onto Karen’s wide ass. Some thick goo covers her crease and drips down onto her puckered hole. I feel my cock pulsate as the last of my cum dribbles out. My knees wobble and I nearly black out from the intense climax. Karen’s tale of her shower lust with Audrey fires me up and provides a most satisfying orgasm.

“Geez Rob, that’s a lot of cum, I can feel it dripping all over my ass. Rub it into my skin, it’s my after-shower moisturizer.”

I comply with Karen’s request and spread my cum around her fleshy cheeks. I massage them and squeeze them which makes Karen purr. I slide my hands deep into her crease and plunge one finger into her tight sphincter again. Karen tightens her bunghole and giggles. Her skin glows as I lean over and plant small kisses all over her backside. My cum provides a sweet-smelling fragrance.

“You’re all set my dear, hop on the bed. I think we deserve a long peaceful rest.”

I help Karen straighten up and we stretch out on top of the bed. I lay on my back and Karen cuddles up, throwing a leg over me. I stroke her back as I listen to her gentle breathing. I look at the clock by the refrigerator… 3:00. Lots of time to recharge before dinner. The trailer door remains open and a warm breeze circulates inside. I wonder if anyone outside heard our passionate love making. I doubt it as the park is mostly vacant.

Karen whispers, “Rob, I knew this would be a fun week, but I don’t know if I can last the whole time. I mean, wow, I just got here this morning at 8:30 and I’ve already had four orgasms. I thought we’d would have a lot of alone time, just you and me. But already, I’ve shared you with Audrey and she and I enjoyed our own shower time. And then just now with you. What’s next?”

“Well Karen, we can always have a swap with that old couple in the hot tub.”

“Oh you! Why I ought to…”

I don’t allow her to finish her sentence as I press my lips against hers for a long, sensuous kiss. She wraps her hand around my head to keep us locked in while her tongue invades my mouth. We spend Üçyol Escort several minutes kissing and hugging one another.

I finally get a chance to breathe, “Wow Karen, are you ready for a fifth orgasm right now.”

Karen laughs and tells me no, not right now. We both need some rest. But maybe after dinner, things might heat up again. With that we both drift off to a well-deserved afternoon siesta, naked of course with my hand clutching her perfect breast.

Chapter Two:

Karen and I sleep comfortably for several hours. I’m the first to wake around 5:30 PM and feel pressure on my cock. I look down and see Karen’s leg still on top of me with her knee pressing down directly on my erection. I flex my cock a few times and she begins to stir. She opens her eyes and smiles. She is amazingly beautiful, even with mussed-up hair and smudged makeup. Karen senses my thick cock against her knee and presses down on my shaft.

“Look whose ready for more loving. Doesn’t this ever go down? Not that I’m complaining.”

“Well Karen, I just had a two and a half-hour nap, so I guess he’s well rested and raring to go. I think a visit to the spa is in order. But, first we need some dinner to keep us energized. What do you say to barbecue chicken?”

Karen whispers, “Sounds yummy. What can I do for you?”

“Will you prepare the chicken and sauce while I get the charcoal started?”

“Of course, darling.”

Karen slides her leg down but replaces it with her hand. She grips my shaft and strokes my cock several times.

“You’re not making this any easier on me, you know. Do you want dinner or another orgasm?”

“I choose dinner for now. I know you’ll treat me to many more orgasms later. I was just wondering what kind of dreams you were having to get you this hard.”

“Well I don’t remember my dream, but having a naked sexy lady lying next to me will always affect me this way.”

“Is there one particular lady you have in mind?”

“No, just about any naked, sexy lady does it for me.”

“Oh, you!”

Karen jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I get up and stuff my latest erection into my cargo shorts. Hopefully, it will diminish while I get the charcoal lit. I head out the door to do just that. As I pass the bathroom, I knock on the door.

“Chicken and sauce are in the fridge.”

It takes about twenty minutes for the coals to burn bright, so I stroll around the RV Park while I wait. It looks like two other trailers have arrived today. I’m sure Ginger had a busy day. I wonder if we’ll see Ginger and Audrey at the hot tub later on.

I walk back to my trailer and look inside. Karen is at the sink peeling the skin off the chicken. She looks so sexy wearing bright Kelly-green shorts and flip-flops. She doesn’t notice me staring at her naked tits. They bounce around as she moves about. I step into the trailer and clear my throat.

“Ahem, hello sexy. I see you are sticking to Ginger’s rule.”

“Hey handsome, do you like what you see? A lady can get used to being topless all day. It feels so liberating.”

“Well that’s one word for it.”

I stop behind Karen and wrap my arms around her. I cup each breast in my hands and lift them up. I massage her massive globes and tweak her nipples. They stiffen to my touch. Karen’s hands are busy with the chicken, so she can’t swat me away.

“Hey mister, no fair. Keep that up and you might not get dinner tonight.”

Karen twists her head and we share a sweet kiss as she finishes her preparation. I take the platter of chicken and head outside. It’s cooking time. Five minutes later, Karen walks out the door and down the steps holding a couple of wine coolers. The lady is a natural hostess.

We sit in the camp chairs as the chicken cooks. They’ll be ready to turn in twenty minutes. We clink our bottles together and toast the week ahead. Karen’s boobs shine in the late-afternoon sun. I ask if she just applied sunscreen and she says yes. She has a matching Kelly-green hat and is wearing her shades. Her total look exudes sex.

We look around the park and see couples milling about the two new RVs that arrived today. I can see them looking in our direction. I wonder what they are thinking?

“Hey Karen, I think you may have an audience. I see people looking in our direction.”

“Well I hope Ginger alerted them to the park rules. I’m not covering up the girls, I want to work on my tan.”

“You do realize it’s after six o’clock and the sun isn’t exactly at full strength?”

“Would prefer that I get my sweatshirt and cover up?”

“No way!”

I attend to the chicken while Karen sips her wine cooler. She makes no effort to conceal her tits which suits me just fine. Dinner is just about ready, and I ask Karen if she would like to eat out here on the picnic table or take everything inside the trailer. She opts for inside as the temperature is starting to cool down as evidenced by her cherry red nipples. They are erect little berries just waiting to be sucked.

Karen hands me the platter for the chicken and we head inside. Our neighbors will just have to wait for another glimpse of this fair lady. I’m surprised to see a salad and bowls of strawberries already laid out on the dinner table.

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Brad drove the car through the parking lot of the apartment complex carefully, eyeing the temperature gauge on the car. He had replaced the water pump and thermostat after it had begun leaking and overheating.

It felt good to be a sort of hero, even if what he had done had been small. Marissa had called him, a hysteric sob in her voice, begging if he would help her. She was a single mother scraping a living out of their small town, just like the rest of them. Brad had been happy to help, smiling at the sound of relief in her voice when he agreed to come by in the morning, since neither of them worked.

The work had gone smoothly, with only a single busted knuckle from the wrench slipping. The chill in the air had made that extra painful, and he had sucked at it for a few moments to slow the blood flow. His wife wouldn’t approve, talking about how many germs were in the human mouth but he had done it anyways.

He found Marissa’s parking spot and slid the car into place, the temperature still reading perfectly. He allowed a bit of pride into his chest and pulled the hood latch to inspect for leaks.

As he got out of the car, a woman with long blonde hair looping in large curls bouncing around her shoulders started toward him from one of the back apartments. She wore a grey hoodie and tight jeans that clung to her legs. Small brown boots with a tall heel propped her up to chin height at best and large rimmed glasses rested on her nose. Pale skin and light pink lips were complimented by large white teeth that revealed themselves excitedly when she opened her mouth to speak. “Is it fixed?”

“I think so, I’m double checking for leaks now that it’s hot but, I’m willing to bet it’s all fixed.”

“Yay!” Marissa said, bouncing on her feet and clapping her hands together. Her blue eyes were bright in happiness, “Thank you so much!”

He closed the door and went around to give her the keys but she ignored his hand and wrapped him in a big hug.

Out of habit, his hand went to her ass. His wife and him were huggers and she had told him once, years ago, how she liked him to hold her like that. Five years later and he did it to any female who hugged him when he was caught off guard like Marissa did now. It took him a moment to realize they were both holding the embrace a little long.

His eyes snapped wide and he opened his hand, panic stabbing into his chest, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! It’s habit because of my wife-”

Marissa cut him off and over spoke him, the happy glint in her eye and smile never leaving the rose pink lips, “It’s fine, no big deal!” she brushed at his chest with a hand. She cocked her hip to one side and put a hand on one cheek of her jeans, “It is pretty nice, sometimes I have to grab it myself. Here, do you wanna grab it again?!”

There was a playful look on her face but he wasn’t sure if she was just joking l, or serious, or a little of both. “It is very nice, but I shouldn’t. Thank you and thank you for not being offended.”

She made a waving motion in the air as if to dismiss the event.

Brad once again offered her the keys and after she took them he went and opened her hood. “Do you have anywhere to be after this? Do you want to come inside for a moment? I’ve made some lunch for us, since you fixed my car and all.”

While inspecting for leaks, Brad said, “No, I’m not in a rush to be anywhere.” He looked at her over his shoulder, noticing her tense posture with one foot broke over to one side and her bottom lip clinched between her teeth. “I’ll never so no to free food, so sure, I’ll come in if you don’t mind me smelling like car.”

“Yay!” she said, her glasses riding up her nose slightly while she smiled and spoke.

He looked back at the engine of the car, his body supported on his arms. Not finding anything immediately, he pushed his hands into the engine bay, feeling around for tell tale signs of leakage, but he found nothing. Finally, he stood up straight and dropped the hood. “I declare your car officially fixed!”

Marissa threw her hands in the air, revealing the waistband of her jeans and the bare bottom side of her belly for a second and near screamed, “Whooo whoooo!” Her hands went back into the front pocket a second later.

Brad stood there awkwardly for a moment, trying not to ogle Marissa. She was an extremely cute and sexy woman. Was it weird that she wanted to feed him? Was it even weirder that he had touched her ass by a kind of accident? Their eyes met and locked, unblinking. He hoped he was smiling, at least in his eyes, instead of letting the normal scowl fall on his face. He had a resting scowl that more than one person had told him made him look angry.

Without breaking eye contact, Marissa shivered then sucked the corner of her lower lip into her mouth and popped her ankle back out. A stronger shiver overwhelmed her and she was forced tk close her eyes through it. When they burst open again, they were bluer, like the color of the sky just before dusk.

He gave her just bursa escort a moment to recover then spoke to break the silent stretch between them, “Would you mind if I used your bathroom?”

“Of course not! Come on in, we have lunch to eat anyway.”

Brad gestured with a hand for her to lead the way and she started back towards her apartment. He followed and his eyes immediately fell on her round behind, the waistband of her sweatshirt riding on top of her jeans. Her hips swayed with every step.

He felt the tension in himself build as his cock twitched and surged. It filled his left pant leg, swelling to a pulsating hardness.

The swish of her blonde curls was all of the warning Brad had as she looked over her shoulder at him. He looked up in a panic but she held her lip between her teeth and wore a sultry, knowing smile.

She knew he had been staring. She had wanted him to stare, and now she had caught him.

In a split second he had a choice to make. He could either own up to it, boldly and unashamedly and make a comment to that affect to show that confidence; or he could be ashamed and apologize and make the entire situation awkward.

Decision made, Brad said, “You really do have a nice ass, I couldn’t help myself after you offered to let me touch it to at least actually look.”

Marissa blushed and looked forward and said, “Thank you, I was hoping you would enjoy the view.”

Brad decide not to comment further. Instead he went back to looking at her from behind.

Shadows fell across them both when they walked under the stairs that lead to the second story apartments. An ominous feeling slid over him. Like being led into a lion’s den and he realized he may very well be going into a lioness’s den.

He shrugged. Surely he could extricate himself if necessary. It would be fine. Besides, there was food.

Marissa paused, twisted her door knob and had to throw her hip into her door in order to open it. It was a cute, ‘tiny but mighty’, kind of move. The open door revealed a clean apartment that smelled of flowers but he couldn’t place the exact smell. Not that he knew flowers. White carpet leapt up to greet his eyes and Marissa held the door open for him.

Entering, he tried not to stare around the apartment like an inspector but some things were instantly noticed. To his left was the living room with a white vinyl couch on the wall in front of him. Immediately to his left, opposite the couch was a black entertainment stand with a flat TV. Between them was a brass coffee table with a glass top, clean of any smudges or clutter.

Directly in front of him was a dark hallway and at the end was a bathroom, bathed in light blue. Sunlight filtered through, a blue shower curtain with leaping dolphins along the sides.

To the right of the hallway was the kitchen. A light was on in there, overflowing the three quarter wall that held back the counters. The back wall of the kitchen held the cabinets and refrigerator, all sitting on linoleum floor of white. Immediately to the right of him was a dining area with a round glass tabletop and three chairs. In contrast to all of the light colors, the table was black, but it too was clean and smudge free.

He started down the hallway towards the bathroom and hoped he hadn’t stared too long at things. In truth he was extremely impressed. Marissa kept a clean house. Of the single mothers he had met, that had not been the case, most were overwhelmed with their children and their jobs and the chaos of life. Her place was nearly pristine.

There were two doors on each side of the hallway and he glanced at them as he walked, the floor squeaking under him despite the carpet. The first one to the left and both to the right were closed. The last one on the left was open and more light flowed through this room than any other. Looking in, just before he went into the bathroom, he saw a purple bedspread and a window nearly as wide as the whole wall.

After doing his business, Brad came back out to the main area and found the table set for two and a casserole dish with steaming pasta and cheese. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about making lunch were you?”

Marissa had been in the kitchen and came out with two glasses, each with a brown liquid that he guessed was sweet tea.

“Nope, it’s the least I can do since you saved me like, five hundred dollars, maybe more.” She sat the drinks down with a clink and took a seat for herself. He took one opposite her and within a few minutes they both had a plate full of food and were chewing. It was delicious with Marinara sauce layered with Mozzarella and cheese. He enjoyed every bite, eating slowly and enjoying the moment to look at her.

He let his mind study her face and hair, noticing the different tones of her blonde curls. She must dye it because when he looked closely he could see darker roots. It didn’t detract from her beauty, it actually added a layer of character in his opinion, but maybe he was being biased because he was attracted to her.

She escort bursa finished her small plate a minute later and looked up at him. He still had half of his plate to eat and suddenly felt awkward staring at her while he chewed.

“Thank you again for being so sweet and basically being my hero. I don’t know what I would have done. Seriously.” Her voice sounded almost dreamy. Her eyes softened, looking at him and he saw how genuine she was trying to be.

He wanted to hold her, to tell her that it was alright and that he would always be there for her. So many people in the world were terrible human beings to each other and he suspected that she had suffered in some way, never having anyone be there for her. Now, she had him, just for a moment.

Brad smiled at her. “I’m glad I could help. People suck but I’m glad to make it a little better for some.”

“Is there any other way I can show you how appreciative I am?” She asked, her voice going low. “Really,” her eyes softened to a sultry look, “I’ll do anything in my power.”

“Uh, I… I don’t-” He laughed without warning. A small, single chuckle before looking down, trying not to blush at his thoughts of her.

“What? Really, I mean it. Anything you want,” her voice was almost desperate or hurt, he couldn’t tell.

He recovered himself enough to speak and looked up at her. He paused and took a breath then smiled at her in a big grin, trying to turn on a goofy face to let her know he was being funny, then said, “I can’t think of anything appropriate right, but you have done more than enough to show your appreciation. I really am glad to help. I didn’t come hoping to get something from you, I just want to be a good person.

She laughed inwardly and half of her face quirked up. He wondered if she were hiding a disappointment of some kind. Then, she lowered her face to look in her lap. A second later she looked up from under her eyebrows and asked, “Will you tell me the inappropriate things?”

Brad became bewildered. Did she just ask for him to say the things he was thinking? That was bold. “Uh, I guess. I mean, I don’t know many women who enjoy knowing what men think about them, but I’ll tell you.”

She turned up again, hopeful, “I don’t like what just any and every man thinks about me. Most men are disgusting pigs, no matter how cute. But I do want to know what you think, what a good man thinks, even if it’s the same things.”

Marissa stood, leaving her plate, and came to him. With both hands she tilted the table and pushed it away from him with a grunt, that tiny but mighty attitude coming out. Turning, she sat down in his lap, both legs to one side with wrists crossed behind his neck.

His heart pounded in his chest, raging against his ribs. What was she doing? Was she actually coming onto him? Was he misinterpreting this somehow? Fuck, what would his wife think?

Brad had to suppress a laugh because he somehow knew that if she were there right now, she would just watch, probably trying not to laugh at him and the awkward situation he now found himself. They were secure in their relationship and he wasn’t worried about her and he knew she wasn’t worried about him. That still didn’t make what was happening right. He didn’t actually have his wife’s blessing, he just had the security in knowing that she wouldn’t absolutely kill him on the spot. She would probably laugh at him of all things, and they would talk and then possibly have great make up sex.

With the assumption that his wife would just laugh at him, instead of being outrageously angry or hurt, he decided he would see where Marissa would take the situation. She had sprung her trap, time to see how it played out.

Brad put his hands on his hips as a way to keep them from wrapping around her against his will. When he spoke he let his voice turn soft, just above a whisper, “I probably do think similar things as most everyone else; how I want to touch you, like running my fingers across your cheeks or putting my hands on your ass.” Her eyes widened slightly, and when her lips parted, he looked pointedly at them. “I wonder how your lips taste and what texture your tongue would have against mine. I imagine running the back of my fingers down the skin of your breasts while your bra holds desperately at keeping them contained.”

He paused, noticing the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She was looking at his lips then her eyes walked back up to his face, meeting his again. She had sprung a trap on him but he didn’t think she realized the kind of person he was.

“I am curious as to the texture your long beautiful hair when I entwined it in my fingers.” Brad paused for a moment, and with a deliberate motion, moved his right hand behind her, his forearm grazing her side l, and let his fingertips dabble in the ends of her blonde locks, “I also want to know what sounds you’ll make when I have a whole fist of it, pulling it and craning your neck back; how fast your pulse will race with my teeth pressed to your neck.”

Marissa’s bursa escort bayan eyes were burning with brightness. Every word he spoke seemed to wash over her and while he waited, giving the images he had invoked in her time to play out in her mind.

He enjoyed this moment. The moment where he had her. For that small section of time, he owned her. He could have, and take whatever he wanted from her, and she would gladly give him all of the pleasure her body was capable. It was empowering to hold her like he did with just a few words, twisting her desire to him.

Brad knew that the only reason he could do that was because she wanted him to own her. She wanted him to take from her. She needed that as much as he did. If she didn’t want it, he wouldn’t be able to hold her as he did. It would also rob him of the pleasure it brought him to do so.

He took a group of curls and pulled, barely applying tension to her scalp. Her eyelids slid closed and she moaned in her throat. Marissa’s bottom lip was sucked into her mouth. He let go and she savored the moment. Another shiver passed over her and her eyes burst open.

He locked his eyes on hers, holding her gaze. When he spoke next, his voice was like a growl from deep in his chest. “I want to know what your wet lips and massaging tongue will feel like sliding down my cock; how deep into your throat you can push me and if you’ll enjoy looking up at me from your knees.” Brad brought his hand up from his side and slipped the first two fingers along her jawline until the pad of his thumb Marissa’s lips.

She opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to it.

Tilting her head, she attempted to suck his thumb into her mouth. He twisted his wrist and stopped her with a thumb pressed to her upper lip. His whole hand grabbed her face by the cheek and brought her eyes back up. They were bright and open, a touch of fear blanketed the lust and tension went into her shoulders.

He asked her a simple question. “Are you sure you want this? Do you want me?”

Marissa nodded, her cheek rubbing against his palm. The tension and fear left her as she did so, and he could feel her relax against him. She took his thumb in her mouth, sucking softly, her lips just touching his skin. She back up into his eyes, her cheeks hollowed with the inside flesh against him.

He indulged her a moment, her tongue cupping his thumb, “Say it,” he commanded.

She released his digit, “Yes. I want you.” her lips closed around him.

He thought of his wife and how she would have enjoyed the show as he took her. He knew to be ashamed, of the betrayal he was committing but he also knew of the trust and love. Somehow, but he wasn’t sure how, he knew it would be alright. Brad also knew, he was doing this. He couldn’t stop himself. As badly as Marissa wanted him, he wanted her.

Marissa stopped sucking on his thumb and stood up from his lap. Brad watched for signs of regret or shame or something that would indicate a change of desire, but that’s not what he saw.

Her mouth was open, her gaze fastened to his lap. Positioning herself in front of him, she knelt. Running her hands up his thighs, she turned her eyes up to him. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid her fingers behind his belt and waist band at his hips.

The backs of her fingers were cool against his hips. It tickled when she slipped them inwards, her fingers extending into the hot depths of his jeans. On his left side where his cock surged and pulsated, her nails greeted the base of his manhood.

She moved her hands to the center and pulled his belt apart, then unfastened his jeans. Her hand snaked inside once his zipper was undone two fingers wrapped around his foundation, his short pubic hair rustling against the bottom of her wrist. She stroked with those two fingers a few little stroke, still holding his eyes with her bright. Excited blue ones.

Brad pushed his hands into her hair at the sides, his fingers burrowing into the golden curls. He stared at her as her eyes closed in a rush of her own ecstacy. He pulled a small amount, exposing her neck as her chin turned up. She stopped stroking when he moved his fingers, one set gathering a grip while the other assisted. Squeezing, her hair was pulled taught and she gasped, moaning and a small smile played on her lips. Marissa breathed through that smile.

He stood up, holding her with one hand. Her own fingers slipped back out easily and her eyes popped open, rolling until they found his. Then her vision dropped to stare at his crotch where his aching, pulsing cock throbbed to be released. Her lower lip was sucked back between her teeth in excitement.

He let his free hand go to his side. “Come closer,” he said.

She walked her knees closer to his legs, eager to follow orders. Her hands went to his calves, cupping them to brace herself.

His next order was pitched lower, his voice a rumbling growl, “Take off your shirts.”

Marissa immediately obeyed, not saying a word. Her arms crossed, grabbed the bottom of her grey hoodie and pulled. Her hair transitioned into his other hand while a white blouse with lace across her cleavage and also her shoulders was exposed. He had thought to appreciate it a moment but didn’t stop her from continuing to obey.

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Negar and I chatted a little about school as she drove me to pick up my car. She asked what I was studying and was interested in what I thought of the math department. Since she was in grad school I didn’t know most of her professors but we commiserated about the statistics classes which we agreed were poorly taught. She was hoping to get a job offer before graduation but completion was stiff and she wanted something here in the city which limited her choices. I asked if she had a boyfriend and she laughed and said no and that like me she was too busy to worry about it at the moment.

“You are lucky you found Anna at your work.”

“Yes, sometimes chance brings what we weren’t expecting. Or maybe fate.”

“Yes, maybe fate. I will come tomorrow at 9:30 Jake.”

We said goodbye and I drove home to prepare for class wondering where fate was leading me.

I arrived a little early to find Negar already waiting. She greeted me with a warm smile.

“Good morning Jake. Did you sleep well?”

“I had a lot of studying to do. I need to be sure I keep up with all my classes.”

“You need to keep your strength up too. Good rest is important.”

She was looking at me and smiling as she offered this advice. I returned the smile. “Seeing Anna always makes me forget how much sleep I’ve had.” I grinned and she laughed.

“Yes, love has its own energy.”

“How long have you been in this country Negar?”

“Five years now, sometimes it seems like I’ve always lived here and sometimes like I just arrived yesterday. Anna came two years ago with her family. I was so happy when she came. I was very lonely before that.”

“What does Anna’s husband do?”

“His work is about trade – importing and exporting I think. I really don’t know much about it. He is always traveling for business and I used to worry about Anna. It’s hard to be married to a man like that. I could never do it. He is much older than her too. The marriage was arranged by our parents.”

I had many more questions, especially as I had not been reprimanded for asking, but we had arrived at the apartment.

Negar let us in and ushering me to the kitchen said she would make tea. Anna had not arrived yet as we were a little early. I sat at the counter and watched as Negar worked. The sisters were so similar in looks and manner that if it hadn’t been for their difference in figure it might have been hard to tell them apart.

“Did you have an Iranian girlfriend before Jake?”

She set our cups on the counter and sat down with me.

I laughed “No.”

“So what do you think?”

The question caused me to flush and stutter for an answer and thankfully Anna arrived as I was still trying to formulate my answer. Negar went to answer the door and the two women returned with Negar holding Hassan. Anna came over and put her arms around me, kissing my face.

“Good morning dear Jake. I see my sister has made you welcome.”

She poured herself some tea and sat down close by me, kissing me again and pressing her thigh against mine.

“I dreamed about you last night.” she said between kisses.

“Tell me.”

“I think I must show you.” she laughed. “Come.”

She pulled me to my feet and led me down the hall to the bedroom. “Wait for me dear.”

She disappeared for a few minutes and returned wearing only a sheer nightie and panties. Her breasts, visible through the thin fabric, swayed as she moved, the erect nipples pressed out making little mounds. It was a vision out of an erotic dream.

“Sit bursa escort Jake, I will do all.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and then knelt in front of me and unbuckled my pants and worked first them and then my shorts down to my ankles. Taking my semi-erect cock into her mouth she began to suck it and massage my balls. Her hair draped over my lap as she sucked in a perfumed cascade and in a couple of minutes I was rock hard. Removing her mouth she pressed her breasts against the shaft and massaged it between them. The silky fabric and soft warm flesh of her breasts soon had me so horny I could hardly stand it.

Pushing me back on the bed she sat astride me again, and pulling the crotch of her panties aside she placed the head of my dick against her pussy opening and sat down against me. She was very wet and slippery and my cock slid all the way in to the root in one smooth motion.

I groaned with pleasure at the sensation. “Oh Anna, you are so wet!”

My hands were on her breasts, kneading and playing with the nipples which had begun to leak milk.

“Yes love, I am ready for you.”

She began to move, slowly at first, rising up and settling back down, and the sensation was exquisite. I could feel my cock reaching the very depths of her pussy and the entrance to her womb each time she settled down against me.

I reached beneath her nightie taking a breast in each hand and she leaned forward so I could suck on first one and then the other.

She increased her pace and moaned as milk began to flow from her breasts and I started to thrust against her with increasing urgency.

Her eyes were fixed on my face as my orgasm approached and I was drawn to return her gaze. Our eyes locked together as my cock began to jerk deep within her and she moaned, her voice full of desire “Oh Jake! Oh my love. Oh YES!!”

I began to cum with great force and she moaned and cried as I filled her, flooded her, until semen was leaking out between us and our motion was making wet exclamations with each thrust.

Anna collapsed on top of me, kissing my lips and hugging me to her breasts and then rolled, pulling me on top of her, her pussy still squeezing my swollen shaft.

“Don’t pull out love, stay inside me, lie with me here.”

I pulled her close, kissing her, and then rose up on my arms to gaze at her. She was so beautiful I thought, long dark hair framing her face, her eyes, large, dark, and bright gazing back at me.

There was a slight rustle from the direction of the door which I realized had been left open. Negar must have been watching us I thought. I was too full of the afterglow of sex to dwell on this though, and laid back down against Anna’s breasts and nuzzled her neck and ears before kissing her again and she sighed in complete contentment.

We must have laid there for fifteen minutes or longer with neither of us speaking, basking in the feel of our bodies pressed against each other. She played with my hair and kissed my eyes and face and I nearly dozed off.

Finally Negar appeared at the doorway holding Hassan in her arms.

“I think you are hungry now Jake. You may take a shower if you wish and come to the kitchen when you are dressed. Anna will feed her son who is also very hungry.”

She withdrew to give us privacy and I let my now slack organ slide from Anna’s warm embrace and her panties to slip back in place. I kissed her once more and, gathering my clothes, headed across the hall to the shower.

When I emerged Anna was still on the bed with the baby nestled in her arms and sucking hungrily away. Her eyes bursa escort bayan were closed and she was humming softly to him. I stood watching quietly for a minute before heading to the kitchen.

Negar had a plate of sandwiches set out on the table along with a middle eastern salad and fresh cups of tea. She was right, as I felt famished and took a seat while she served me before sitting herself.

The food was delicious and I ate hungrily, oblivious until Negar spoke.

“You like Iranian food?”

I smiled and nodded, my mouth full.

She laughed. “It’s good!”

I nodded again and then realized she was approving my taste in cuisine.

“You like to cook? Prepare food I mean?”

“Yes, of course, but Anna is a much better cook than I. When she will be able to prepare food for you you will see. I don’t have guests so often and am out of practice. Anna always cooks for us when she is here.”

“Perhaps I should take her some food now?”

Negar smiled. “Yes, I will prepare a plate for her.”

I headed to the bedroom to find Anna dozing, the baby asleep at her breast. I sat down on the bed and kissed her. “Anna, are you hungry?”

She opened her eyes and smiled and pulled my face to her lips.

“Thank you Jake. I must go soon.”

She took the plate and ate while I sat next to her. When she had finished I took the plate and she leaned her head against me.

“You will come tomorrow?”

I nodded and kissed her before heading back to the kitchen.

Negar already had everything put away. “I will help Anna with the baby and then take you to your car Jake.”

I waited in the living room while Anna showered quickly and dressed and Negar settled Hassan in the tote, still asleep.

We left together, Negar and I heading to her car. We chatted about school some more as she drove and agreed that she would pick me up again at the same time. I gave her my cell number and suggested we meet on campus sometime when our schedules allowed. She smiled and flushed slightly I thought as I handed her my number.

As I drove to campus for afternoon classes I wondered how long she had been watching Anna and I. Oh well, I didn’t mind I thought, and Anna clearly didn’t.

Negar picked me up the next morning and we drove quietly to her apartment this time. We were a little later and Anna was already there waiting for us. We sat in the kitchen and had tea, the women chatting about the baby and how quickly he was growing and how Anna would need to go shopping for new clothes for him soon. It all felt very relaxed and domestic.

We finished our tea and Anna led me to the bedroom where I consciously noted that she left the door ajar as we undressed and laid down on the bed. We made love with me on top this time and again laid there locked together when we finished till Negar brought Hassan for his meal.

It felt so comfortable lying there with Anna that I stayed while she nursed him until Negar returned and scolded me that my food was waiting and I should hurry up or she would put it away.

I quickly showered and hurried to the kitchen where Negar scolded me again as she served me. The food was delicious and I ate two helpings which seemed to mollify and please the cook who smiled brightly at my complements.

Anna finished nursing and came out to sit with us before I had finished. We set up a loose schedule for my visits, a few times a week and always in the morning when Anna could come.

Negar’s apartment began to seem like a second home, actually more of a home than my shared apartment. It always felt escort bursa clean and wholesome and I found myself enjoying the domestic feel more with each visit. Anna and I didn’t always make love now, sometimes we would just visit with Negar and they would play with the baby and cook something for us to eat before I returned to my world.

While I often had tried to find out more details about Anna’s family situation she always dismissed my queries with an admonition not to worry and that she didn’t want this house troubled by the problems of another. It was during one of these mornings spent in the kitchen that the conversation drifted to these matters. Both women were interested my background and in what I thought of Iran and Iranian people.

I had grown up in the fairly conservative community of a small town outside of Springfield, one in which everyone knew everyone else’s business. I had felt stifled as a teenager and took attending university as my ticket out. I enjoyed the social freedom and anonymity of the city. Negar instinctively understood this and sympathized overtly. While I understood that Anna felt similarly she did not say so out loud.

“What about your parents?” was her question. “Do they approve?”

“They are pleased I am attending University Anna. Is that what you were asking?”

“Do they approve of you Jake?”

“They were relieved when I moved out I think. I don’t get along with my father and it was difficult at home when I was in high school. My mother always asks if I am attending church. I tell her I have to work and study on weekends. It is different than for your people I think Anna.”

“Family is very important for our people. Children cannot go against the wishes of their parents without causing much trouble. Because our parents are dead I could come to America on my own, but Anna became part of her husband’s family when she married. It was happy fate that his business brought them here also.”

“Our great grandparents were Zoroastrians, the ancient religion of Persia, but life for them became very difficult and our grandparents joined the Muslim faith. We are very happy to be here in America where women have more power outside of the house and religion is considered a personal matter, but Anna still must be very careful neither her family nor their friends suspect she is seeing you Jake. If they found out she could lose everything. I think she is very brave.”

Negar was gazing at her sister who was following the conversation with the help of interspersed explanations from Negar.

This statement brought a slight flush to Anna’s cheeks as well as to mine. “Every day I thank God for my sister Jake. Without her I would be alone with my son in this world. Her home is our haven here.”

I agreed that Negar’s apartment was a special place and that I always felt at peace here. “But do you miss your home country?”

“Yes, of course, we miss our beautiful city and the mountains and the sea. Mostly we miss our parents home that was often full of guests and conversation. Here I do not entertain and the house is empty when Anna and Hassan are not here, and now we have your visits as well.” she smiled at me.

“Why did your parents choose Anna’s husband?”

“They wanted security for her and our household Jake, and our mother thought it a good match. At first it was OK, but when our parents were killed things changed. I will speak no more about it. Here we should speak of the future, not the past.”

I let the subject go and Negar steered the conversation toward my studies, what kinds of food I liked, and where my favorite places in the city were. We drank more tea and ate before it was time for Negar to take me back to my car.

As the days went by both work and School were going well and I felt at peace with the world, but of course there are inevitably complications.

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As I stretched out under the sun in the lounge chair next to the pool, I kept my mind busy reading some erotica, yet somehow managed to eye him every time he walked by. He was busy working around the yard and I was just getting some rays before I left my island. Claiming heat and needing to cool off from the Caribbean sun, I got into the pool. The coolness of the water was inviting, my nipples responded quickly, and obviously. Toward the back of the pool there were some water jets. They felt so good against my nipples and around my back. Before I knew it, I was slowly lifting myself up on the edge as the water barely gushed against my clit. Already feeling aroused, the pressure and vibration against my pussy was exactly what I needed — not to relieve the situation, but rather to keep it from fading. I’m not usually shy when I’m horny so I openly enjoyed its massage and felt myself falling under a spell of sensations. Inviting him into the pool with me, was not a problem, as he could clearly see what I was doing. As he walked down the steps, his erection became obvious, the wetness of his baggy trunks clung mercilessly across his hips, outlining his big cock.

I playfully swam around, slow deliberate moves, my long legs spreading ever so far then diving under right in front of him. My ass playfully close to his face, my pussy’s lips pressing obviously hard against my bikini. He took a playful dive himself, stripping his trunks and setting his cock free. Diving up towards me he ended naturally between my legs. As I lifted my legs to encircle his waist, I began caressing his nipples which were extremely perky and responsive. A dull hollow groan was bursa escort extracted from somewhere deep within him. As he held me up against his hardness, he cupped my ass roughly, forcing me to press even harder against him. My moans of need and pleasure an obvious indication of my consent. We kissed deeply, hungrily. Another dive from him and there went the bottom of my bikini. Playfully he came up behind me and showed me the treasure he found as he undid my top with his teeth. Bending me over slightly, actually dipping my head into the pool, he stroked and caressed my pussy from the back with his hand and with the big head of his cock.

My pussy lips were full and swollen, my insides were pulsating and wet, ready for entry. As he turned me around to straddle him, he began making an entry. Water is not a friend of intimacy. No matter how ready both persons are, it just counteracts with the smoothness of intercourse. But, through our kissing, feeling and playing we continued. It was a challenge. As his head made entry, I felt my insides slowly giving in to him. I wanted him inside me so bad that I believe this too, was causing tension between us and preventing us from achieving any swift motion. But, we continued playfully, playing with each other’s nipples, tongues and asses. My pussy is naturally very tight, so just being there is a challenge in itself; once you’re inside, however, you are welcomed by it’s moistness, heat and hug. My gasp at one of his thrusts was a clear indication that he made it inside me all the way; his grunts acknowledging his victory. We fucked real slow. We fucked real hard. We fucked real fast. Our bodies were under bursa escort bayan the beautiful Caribbean summer sun and we could feel its heat on our bare skin.

There were no houses close by and those that were, stood unoccupied. Mounting in desire, as we continued our savagery we progressively got louder, and louder. As I usually find myself lost somewhere during my ecstasy, I usually don’t realize it, but I can get pretty loud and just not give a fuck. I could hear him calling my name, saying “Oh God, Rosa, yes, yes” and praising me for having such a warm, wet pussy that clung on to him like no other. Once in a while, he shoved me by the chest and dunk me into the depths of the pool while he still fucked me. I could practically bend over backwards and touch the pool’s floor. With his hard cock ramming into me and my legs wrapped around his calves and thighs, I sometimes felt like I might drown. Devilishly, he would hold me down a bit longer when he saw I was trying to come up for air or to make a sound, and would drill me even harder, causing me to want to moan and take in a breath underneath. Eventually he would let me up and just as the water passed my face I would take in a breath that would send me back into the depths of the pool and my pleasure.

There were times I thought I would pass out from lack of air and the thought was extremely erotic. Yet he always seemed to save me at the right moment. He took me to the stairs and bent me over, allowing me to hold on to the rail. My moans, screams and sexy instructions could be heard clearly by anyone within a half mile, but we didn’t care. We continued our animalistic behavior escort bursa and enjoyed so much what we were experiencing, that we had nothing to hid from, nothing to be ashamed of, just pure lust, sex and pleasure. Come as many times as I may, somehow I never run out of moisture and that’s what he likes best about me. He likes to look down when he is behind me and see his cock covered in my wetness. The smell of me engulfing his senses and begging for his climax. We had often talked about me drinking his come, but I never had because he took such pleasure in coming inside of me.

But this time, as his climax approached, he asked if he could come in my mouth and I hungrily took him in. His cock was wet and slick from my come and smelling that, tasting on him, was one of the most erotic things that I have yet experienced. As I licked him clean, and hungrily took him into my mouth, he held on to the curls cascading around my shoulders. Loudly he screamed for release, his balls, tight and small now and his head ever-growing in my mouth, confirming his threat. As he spilled in my mouth I felt a flood of new emotions. My senses took in the flavor, the texture, the saltiness, the sweetness, the sticky, warm fluid that filled my mouth and confused my taste buds. Just as I thought my mouth couldn’t hold any more I felt the come pumping down his shaft again, making me swallow and open up for more. I drank him down completely and as I did, he stood there, straight and tall, his head back a bit, eyes closed, mouth open, praising me and just enjoying the experience. He said no one had ever done that to him before, and I hadn’t done it for anyone else either, so it was an extremely gratifying experience for both of us. Every time I licked my lips that afternoon, I thought about what we’d done. As if that was not enough, occasionally warm pool water would drip out of my pussy and caused me to smile mischievously.

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Hey all! The final chapter of the Richard series at long last, I hope you enjoy. All comments and criticism welcome via my profile page.

*****

Valerie

I was glad I had received the call.

Richard had come home from his first day of school, mussed and ruffled, smug and satisfied. What were these bitches doing to my darling son? The phone call had gone something like this:

“Hello, I’m trying to reach Valerie Ross, Richard’s mother?”

“This is she.”

“I’m the Counselor from Bellmont High School. We need to talk.”

“Yes, I think we do. You took my big strong boy this morning and sent me home a tired, empty-balled, stud.”

“Yes, that’s what I’m here to talk about. I’d like to meet with you and your son and two of our teachers tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there. And you better stand the hell back. I’m bringing a huge pair of J cup tits with me, so don’t think you’ll be able to hold my boy’s attention.”

“Yes, well, thank you Ms. Ross. We both just want what’s best for Richard.”

“Good. And what was your name again?”

***

Pearl

“Pearl. Pearl Parsons.”

“Well I look forward to meeting with you, Pearl.” She hung up.

I Was sorry I had made the call.

Richard’s mother was probably nice enough, but when I spoke to her she seemed downright confrontational. Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have boned her son, but well, she started it. How angry could she be at me? She was the incestuous one! I was a lusty conquest at best.

Oh well, I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, feeling inferior for the third time since I’d met my two colleagues and Valerie Ross. All through school, college, and my first job I had been the bustiest most bra-busting woman I’d ever known of. Then these three whores with their preposterously large knobs had to come along and make me feel like my FF cups belonged in a training bra.

Though none of the three were as short or slight as I, none of them were even fat!

I shook these thoughts from my head and reached for the phone. This wasn’t about me and my self-esteem; it was about Richard.

I dialed, and it barely had time to ring before…

***

Terra

“Terra here. Go!” I said as I picked up the phone.

“Hiya coach, it’s Pearl. I’m putting together a parent-teacher conference with Richard tomorrow, I’d like it if you could join us.”

“Hell yes, I’ve got a score to settle with that little bastard. He humiliated me!” I pounded a fist on the table, massive tits jiggling from the impact.”

“Uh, that’s not really the point of-.”

“I’m gonna make him suck my cunt till he fucking drowns!”

“Terra, calm down, this is-“

“Thinks he can just waltz into my office and make me suck those gigantic balls of his just because they’re so ripe and delicious and… DAMNIT! I’m doing it again!”

“Terra, please listen there’s no need to-“

“I’ll be there bitch! Count on it. Mr. Big Balls is going to fucking pay for making me come on his humongous cock and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.”

I slammed down the phone went to my favorite heavy bag, punching it until my anger and lust had subsided. Oh yeah. Richard was going to get his.

***

Sophia

I Heard Terra Working the heavy bag again, and knew I should probably poke my head in.

“Hey bitch.” I smirked. Our sisterhood was a strange one.

“Oh, if it isn’t the school ball-baster here to pay a visit.” She responded. “How are you, Sophia?”

“Better than you from the sound of it. And I don’t think you get to call me a ball-baster, I’m pretty sure you’re hitting that bag because you’re the one Richard turned into a nut-slut!”

She scowled.

“Whatever. You get the call from Pearl?”

“Sure did. I’ll be there with bells on.”

“Good. I’ll look forward to seeing you there.”

***

Pearl

They arrived two at a time. Sophia and Terra came together, each decked out to reflect her profession. Sophia was dressed in a flowing skirt and a black long-sleeved shirt that clung to her absurdly huge K cup tits in just the right way to show she’d come to this meeting braless. That was a gutsy move considering she was the bustiest one here. Probably the bustiest on the planet really, I’d only seen one bigger pair of breasts on a woman.

Terra was wearing gym shorts, sneakers, and a specially crafted sports bra. Nearly Sophia’s match in being stacked. I could never understand her athleticism, I’d essentially lost the ability to run when I’d sprouted my own generous tits, and mine were still just half the size of hers. Terra’s short face-framing cut looked a little wet, like she’d gotten out of the shower, which was in contrast to the long wavy style favored by Sophia.

Then it was Richard and his mother. He was gorgeous as always, bulging young muscles clearly visible through the white dress shirt she’d made him wear. His biceps fought to rip from the sleeves, his leg muscles were prominent in his slacks, and one’s eyes could Gebze escort bayan not help but dwell on that ass which all three women in this room knew was the powerful engine behind 23-inch cock thrusts that could veritably sunder our bodies from our consciousnesses

Valerie’s outfit was far from modest. The lucky mother had scooped her breasts together in a wrap-around shirt, molding them into perfect big spheres, lolling on her chest like a pair of basketballs. Her medium-length hair was straight and dangled back between her shoulder-blades, her short straight skirt and platform shoes a nice way of completing the look.

I felt quite small indeed next to these six mounds of titflesh, and I felt almost embarrassed that I’d bothered to try wearing something a little low-cut, as if Richard would want anything to do with my sad little F-cups. I also had the shortest hair of the group and my legs were not much better. I swallowed hard as I started, trying to keep my mind on my business.

***

Terra

“I’ll get this ball rolling.” I said, leaning forward so that Richard could bask in the resplendence of my cleavage. For some reason Sophie put a hand over mouth to suppress a giggle as I began to speak and Pearl put her face in her hands. Valeria seemed confused and Richard snickered.

“What the fuck’s so funny?” I asked, scowling. Sophie leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“You just said ‘I’ll get these balls rolling’, and you were staring at Richard’s crotch while you said it.”

I growled. Not two minutes into the conference and Richard had already made a bitch of me AGAIN.

“Whatever. Listen up Richard, we’re here today because you need to stop fucking the faculty. Seriously.”

“Why?” Richard asked innocently, leaning back so that his unreal package dangled over the edge of his chair like a fruit-basket in a sack. “You all seem to enjoy it, especially you, Coach.”

***

Sophia

“Of course we enjoy it, deary, you’re masterful at it. But that’s sort of the problem. We aren’t keeping our mind on our work at all. I didn’t hear a thing any of my other students said to me yesterday after you had my way with me. Terra here is getting laughed at by all the boys in her classes for being your personal sex-toy,.. and I’d wager pearl hasn’t made any counseling appointments with anyone after you took her.”

***

Valerie

“You can’t blame my son for being the most masterful lay any of you will ever get. Maybe you whores should stop spilling your pussies into my baby’s lap. Did that ever occur to you? My son is a stud. He will always be a stud. Accept it and move on.”

I couldn’t believe the way these slags were talking about my baby, as if each of them wasn’t absolutely dripping for him already. I could almost smell it on them. And that’s to say nothing about all the tits in the room! Nipples poked through clothes like so many buds on a bush.

But I was proud of my boy, he seemed to take all this in stride.

“So what do you want me to do?” He asked, smiling.

***

Pearl

“I want you to fuck me.” I shook my head. “I mean I want you to fuck US. All of us.”

“How will that help?” Richard and his mother asked in unison, Richard perhaps a bit more hopefully than Valerie.

“Think of it like the sexual equivalent of smoking a whole box of cigarettes to make someone sick of the whole thing. I want you to fuck the three of us so long, deep and hard that we can’t take any more… won’t want any more.”

Richard smirked. “I can do that.” He said.

There was a long silence.

Richard’s mother finally broke it. “Can I help?” She asked. “I need to… get tired of Richard too.”

“I was hoping you’d start us off, actually.” I said, smiling as I gestured towards her studly son.

***

Terra

I sucked in a breath as Valerie stood and walked over to her boy, smiling as she knelt before him and deftly worked his fly and belt open with an experienced hand. Richard surveyed the scene with the austere self-assured smile of a Roman Emperor, ogling each of us in turn, mentally filing away the ways he was going to take each of as hands reached inside his pants to fish his junk out.

We all gasped as she flopped it into view, each of us still impressed with his immense length. Her hands gently stroked him at first, just enjoying the floppy soft flesh-whip, angling this way and that to let it curl over her wrists and palms, his thighs and making sure to reach in pulling out that amazingly long scrotum, letting the grotesque orbs just dangle over the chair like the pendulum of a grandfather clock whose hands were always on sex O’clock.

Sophia stood up and crouched down behind Valerie, reaching around her to cup and maul at the massive breasts beneath her wrap-around top, then she pulled the wrapping apart and let the garment scoop those tits together from beneath, nipples poking forward like a pair of cock-detecting divining rods. Needless to say, her own tits were mashed into Valerie’s back, so that the two of them had essentially become a fused mass of jiggling bust-flesh.

As if that weren’t enough, Pearl put her clipboard down and walked her super-slim petite ass over to Richard’s ear, mouthing off into it for all to hear as Valerie began to take her first tentative licks of his now semi-hard shaft.

“Mmm yeah, you like that? You like that you’ve got all us bitches on our knees for your huge long nasty fat cock? Does it make your big old dick happy to get serviced by your mom? I bet it does…looks like she enjoys the taste… and look at those TITS! Can you believe you used to get to drink out of there? Looks like she’s returning the favor with your cock…just don’t let her chug it all now, big boy…”

I was stunned! Who knew that Pearl had such a nasty mouth, let alone such a nasty mind! She’d always struck me as such an innocent little thing, wild-eyed and pixie-like. I folded my arms beneath my tits, perhaps a little huffy.

***

Sophia

“I wanted to Punish him!” Terra said.

“Well then quit sulking like the big titted bitch you are and come dish out some punishment!” I retorted, using my directorial talents to their fullest. “But let me guess, you’re too fucking scared, because you know your cunt is already sopping wet and that the sheer gravity a member this size gives off is going to be enough to draw you in like a slutty comet to Earth’s surface?”

“Fuck you.” Terra said, standing up as she peeled off her sports bra and boy-shorts, the first of us to get entirely naked. And yes, there was a visible waterfall of her own cream spilling down her toned thighs. Richard just has that effect on a girl, I can’t really blame her.

Grudgingly she stalked up to us, leaning first around Richard’s mom’s torso.

“Give me those fucking tits, bitch!” She growled at me, compelling me to stuff as much of Valerie’s massive tits into Terra’s mouth as she could take.

“Oooo, yeah, suck ’em bra-sister” I giggled as she got each massive orb wet and hot with her sultry slurps and sucks. She pulled back from Valerie and shrugged, her mountainous tits rolling on her chest.

“If you want me to suck ’em, then I am going to fucking SUCK THEM!” She shot back, abandoning the huge luscious globes to join Valerie’s efforts on Richards cock, dipping low to tongue-swat the enormous gonads that dangled dangerously in their sack. They looked even bigger than usual today… perhaps our efforts yesterday had convinced Richard’s balls that they needed to be pumping out even more cum to satisfy all comers, and they did look tasty, I sank to my knees to join them.

Valerie

I was amazed by what complete sluts Richard’s busty teachers and foul-mouthed counselor were. My slobber-moistened tits gently slapped around the back of his Coach’s neck as she lustily ate my big boy’s big balls. The drama teacher joined her, the two of them crowded together in front of my big rack, their own bra bombs mashed together as they each worked their own ball.

It was interesting to contrast their styles. Terra was especially aggressive, grunting as she slapped her tongue hard all over the huge fat ball, lips working hard to suck in as much ball as possible, head tugging back to really take advantage of the saggy scrotum, taxing its limits as she pulled harder and farther, occasionally let the ball pop free with a nasty wet noise only to duck her head and start the rough nut sucking all over.

Sophie was much more of a tease, poking at my son’s big seed-sack with teasing little licks, pulling her head around this way and that to tease him from different angles, pursing her lips in skillful little sucks that made good use of all of her mouth’s muscles to properly lavish affection. But what really made my pussy gush was when she cleverly helped to force feed one of Richard’s mega-nuts into Terra’s mouth, then leaned in and French kissed her, playing tonsil hockey with the gym teacher and my boy’s ball-broth-bladder was the puck.

Moaning she mauled and slapped Terra’s tits around as the two played this game, their combine drool pouring from their mouths, mingling, and pouring down their faces, dripping wetly onto their gargantuan juggs. My pussy was getting wet too… In some ways I was right to feel so threatened by these sexual virtuosos, but at the same time, I had to admit their work affected even me. They were good.

Greedily I pulling my son’s cock deep into my mouth, hand over hand feeding hard cock deeper and deeper into my maw, thick beef-log stretching my lips and throat as he started to plow in. Pearl has stripped off her shirt while I watched the ball-sucking show and was now pulling Richard’s head to one side so he could suck her perky little canteloupes as she continued to use that dirty mouth of hers to narrate all she saw.

Pearl

“Oh yeah, suck those fucking titties… show me how much you like my little fucking appetizers before moving onto the main course of those bitch’s big udders. You like how those two are worshiping your fucking balls? You like getting those big fucking nuts sucked? You like your teachers fighting for whose mouth can give your cock a fucking ‘A plus’ while your mother deepthroats that thing? Ooo poor thing! Listen to her choke and gag on it! You’re too big for her, aren’t you…your too big for all of us put together, but you don’t fucking care, do you? You’re just here to shamelessly pleasure that huge fucking cock and enormous nasty nuts with us four fuckdolls aren’tcha? Oh you’re really making her turn red now! Look at her face! Those big slutty lips of hers are turning blue, and she doesn’t even fucking care, does she? Wow, Your mom is a fucking cocksucker, isn’t she?! Look at her go!”

I stared amazed as Richard’s mom’s throat overflowed, his rivulets of precum spilling from her jaw, liberally smearing the faces and tits of Terra and Sophia where they still fought over Richard’s massive man-yams. The two only reveled in it, rubbing their pasted cheeks together until long gooey tendrils hung between their faces like telephone lines of white, silvery cream.

Taking more command than I knew I was capable of, I leaned over Richard’s back, stepping up on the seat of his chair to grab his mother’s head, first shoving her down the cock a little further than she had been, making her eyes water and her already gagging choking breath catch a little, holding her like that for just a second, then letting her up to rasp for air, her eyes wide at me, a little threatened yet shining with arousal too. I tilted her chin up to make her listen.

“Listen up you son-sucking slut, you’re gonna go please the parts of Richard’s shaft that you couldn’t reach with your throat while I get a taste of that presperm. Clear?”

She nodded, gingerly licking down his prodigious pillar of pork to eat the underside of it like a big ear of corn, slurping and lapping, smearing the precum in her mouth all over it. As I sunk down to get a piece of the head, slapping my tongue around the inside of his huge cum-slit, I stifled a giggle at the sight of Terra and Sophia.

They were playing a game of tether-ball with his sack, Terra almost angrily lobbing both his big nuts in their ropey scrotum to smack soundly into Sophia’s cheek. Sophia retaliated by throwing them straight back, his nuts hitting Terra in the nose, the impact making the billowy ball sack splay out all over her face, hanging there a moment then slowly smearing down. She looked a little dazed when her eyes and mouth emerged, partly from being smothered, but probably also from the sheer impact of a pair of doorknob-weight cum cannonballs hitting home.

***

Terra

I blinked and shook my head around, trying to restore my self.

“You fucking bitch! Those are heavy!” I screeched at Sophia.

“You started it. You’re just a sore loser. Now I get to eat some cum!”

She stuck her tongue out at me and stood up to properly take in Richard’s masterpiece. She first pulled Pearl’s head off of it, the poor little pixie of a girl barely able to get his head into her mouth. She stood wide, her shaved wet pussy in my face. Admitting my defeat I leaned in to delicately nibble her clit as I continued to pump and tug Richard’s massive wet balls.

She purred with pleasure as she sank the head into her mouth, instantly opening her well-practiced throat to Richard’s meaty invader, a single long gargle the only noise we could her as she bent down to swallow 5, 10, 15 inches of cock, thighs giving my head a frustrated squeeze as she found her limit, unable to bob any more of the remaining cock into her mouth no matter how fast she rocketed her head back and forth. Pearl licked her ear and whispered into it.

“Be careful what you wish for, because now you’re choking on more man than any woman can handle. How about it Terra? Is it making her all wet? Is she giving you a good fucking drink of her slutsauce down there?”

I only nodded as my tongue raked her pussy-lips over and over, slurping hungrily as she indeed flowed into my mouth like a spigot Sweet and juicy. My own quivering quim was flowing freely as well, and the sight of Sophia’s throat bulging with Richard’s girthy cock didn’t help matters any; you could have lubricated a HEMI with what was pouring from between my thighs.

I watched her try to bend at the waste, her heavy tits dropping onto my head like a pair of bombs as she struggled to fit it in, finally pulling off with a frustrated gasp, the speed of her retching withdrawal so abrupt that the great prick swung and struck her across the face, sprawling her onto her shapely ass, depriving me of her tasty snatch. At the sight of my laid out colleague, a strange sort of anger built in me.

***

Sophia

Terra stood up with that look in her eye, something having set off that temper of hers. I caressed my cock-bruised cheek, I had never felt so much power to a prick before. Terra rose from her knees so quickly her breasts slapped together with an audible clap and she whirled on Richard.

“That’s IT! I am SICK and TIRED of your HUGE FUCKING COCK going so SHAMELESSLY UNDEFEATED.”

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I screamed at the top of my lungs, I sat up looking around. “Thank god it was just a dream.” I mumbled to myself. I sat there for a good while thinking of the dream I just had, it was the same one I had been having for nearly a week.

I was standing on a cliff somewhere hot and dry, a desert I think, I looked around and saw a couple of men trying to force a woman to have sex with them. I hated men that did those kind of things. I ran over and knocked them away, I swooped her up in my arms and looked around and spotted a car, it must have been the guys, I put her in the passenger seat and got in the drivers side and floored the car, we flew across the desert for what like seemed like hours, until we came upon a stretch of road, the road was smoother than the desert I must say.

I sighed and relaxed, I turned to look at the woman, I realized than that she still had no clothes on except a scarf to hide most of her face except her eyes, god what eyes she had, and long dark hair that ended just below. I couldn’t help it, but my eyes traveled down her body

and my eyes locked on her breasts, god what breasts, they were firm with hard pink nipples, did without thinking my eyes traveled down the remainder of her body to her dark bush of hair. I stared at her pussy for a good minute or two, that’s when I noticed that she had become very wet, I was embarrassed, what if she caught me looking at her, I looked up and I was looking her right in the eyes. “Stop the car.” She said.

Strange I thought, her voice sounded familiar. I pulled over to the side of the road, I shut off the car.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but look miss.” I said.

“It’s ok, I think you for saving my life.” She said.

“No problem, I couldn’t just stand there and let them rape you.” I said.

“I’m very thankful and for saving my life I want to give you something.” She said.

“What.” I said as I turned to look at her. She got out of the car and motioned for me to do the same. I got out and went around to the other side where she was standing. “What now.” I asked.

“Strip.” She said.

“What, out here.” I said.

“Strip now.” She said. I started to get a hardon. I did as she instructed Gebze escort and began to strip, when I pulled my boxers down my erection sprang out like a steel rod, she gasped, I couldn’t blame her 11 inches was pretty big. So there we were standing next to the car on the side of the highway. I started to say something when she pushed me down to the ground. She stood over me and lowered her waiting cunt to my mouth, god what juices, I explored every bit of her delicious pussy as my hands played with her breasts. I made her cum after cum for nearly twenty minutes, I sucked up most of her juices that I could. She stood and moved down to stand over my waist with my cock pointing strait up at her pussy like a arrow, slowly she lowered herself onto my waiting cock.

I felt the head of my cock penetrate her, she stopped than slid the rest of me in to her, not all at first but with steady strokes she eventually got all of me in her, before long I brought her to another orgasm. She started to go faster and I moved my hips in timing with hers, I felt my climax approaching , As it neared I told her that I was about to cum, she told me to cum in her, fill her with my man juice. That turned me on and I started to pound upward into her as I meet her downward thrusts. I felt myself cumming, I hollered out. That’s when I got a big suprise, She screamed out. “Thas it little brother, cum in me, cumm in your big sister.”She said. I stopped and reached up to remove the scarf, oh god it was Janet, my big sister…

I would always wake up at that point with the smiling image of her on my thoughts, I had never thought about my sister sexually until I started having those dreams.

My name is Danny, I just turned 18 about a month earlier, my sister Janet is 20, but we still live with our parents. I started to feel guilt for the dreams of my sister. I got up and headed down to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I had walked by the kitchen table without noticing my sister there. I froze in place when I heard her voice. “Evening Danny.” She said.

I turned. “Oh, Hi sis, you scared me there for a sec.” I said.

“So, when did you get home.” I said.

“A couple of hours ago.” She said. I started to turn back to the counter when she spoke up again.

“Ya know Danny, I heard something interesting when I came home.” She said.

“What.” I said. I wasn’t really paying attention to her, but what she next said shocked me and made me feel ashamed of myself.

“I was going to my room when I heard you talking in your room.” She said staring at me. I held my breath waiting for her to finish. ” I entered your room and I gasped at the sight of you naked on the bed, I started to turn and leave when I heard you call my name.” She said. I stood waiting for her to finish. “

I turned back to you and went over to your side and that’s when I realized that you were dreaming, I thought it was kind of funny at first then you starting telling me, “no, I can’t sis, and how could you let me fuck you sis, and you also hollered out , “you want me to fuck you harder, well you got it sis,” it was very interesting little brother, but tell me why you would think about fucking me, I’m your sister. ” She said.

“It was just a dream, we all have them.” I said. She stood up, and came to stand in front off me, she looked up into my eyes. ” If you wanted me all you had to do was ask. ” She said. I gasped out load and stumbled backwards and hit the counter. “What are you saying sis?” I said. I had started to get a erection, I can’t believe my sister is making me aroused. She came over and pressed her body against me. I shut my eyes and tried to think of something else. She grabbed my cock and began to stroke through my boxers, I gasped and moaned without thinking.

” Oh my, does little love big sister stroking his cock.” She said. I opened my eyes. Sis, I, we.” Was all I could say. She grabbed my boxers and tugged them down. She looked up at me and stuck my huge cock into her mouth….

This can’t be happening I gasped in between pleasures, It has to be a dream, but no matter how many times I willed myself to wake up, every time I looked down, I saw my sister giving me the blowjob of a life time. I couldn’t take it anymore I grabbed her hair and stated to pump into her mouth, she moved faster and I felt myself start to cum, I tried to pull away but, she grabbed me started to suck faster and faster, I moaned and shot my load into her mouth, she continued sucking to make sure that she had got every drop. She stood up and removed her robe.

I gasped at her body, It was just like my dream. She hoped onto the table and spread her legs,. “Come and eat my pussy Danny boy.” She said. I didn’t need a second invitation, I went over to her and dropped to my knees and began to eat her pussy, god what pleasure, It was the most incredible thing I had ever experienced, and from the moans my sister was making I think she was thinking the same thing. I moaned loud when she cum on my face, I did the best to lick it up. She moaned with pleasure. I was so into it, when she grabbed my head and pulled me up. “Lets go finish this somewhere more private little brother. ” She said. She grabbed my hand and led me to my room, once we were in she turned and locked the door. She pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.

She grabbed my cock and held it still as she lowered herself onto it, at first she couldn’t take me all in, but each time she pushed down, she took more of me into her. I started to pump into her to meet her thrusts, My hands found her breasts and started to pinch her nipples, she moaned with pleasure. I was pumping into her when she jerked and I felt her cum pool on my cock. I felt my own climax approach, I started to pump her faster, “Oh god I’m going to cum again Danny, make your big sister cum.” I pumped her faster, I was going crazy fucking the hell out of her and she loved it, I thrust upward and pushed us both upwards and I felt my cum flood into her as hers pored onto me. I feel back against the bed and collapsed onto me. She climbed off me and slid under the covers, I did the same. We drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning with her head on my chest, stroked her hair. She awoke and looked up at me and smiled. ” I thought it was a dream Janet.” I said. “Oh no Danny, it was very real.” She said. And with that she started to suck my cock again.

You know I never had that dream anymore, I had the real thing now!

* * * * *

Dear Readers,

This is my first story involving Incest, I plan to write at least one story for every category. If you enjoyed the story or would like to drop me a line, let me know.

Sincerely Yours,

East_KaioShin.

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After taking a long, soothing, relaxing bath, you step out of the tub, and dry your sexy, wet, nude body off… Then, wrapped in nothing but a thick, soft terry cloth robe, you walk into the bedroom, to find even more candles lit, filling the air with a hint of vanilla… soothing music floats from the stereo as you walk over to the bed… on the pillow is a rose with a note attached. You pick up the flower, inhale its perfume, and open the note… “Take off your clothes… and lay down on your back… I will join you… ”

You place the flower and note on the nightstand, and let your robe drop to the floor… You look around, expecting to see me, and then climb onto the bed as instructed. The satin sheets feel cool against your bare skin… you lay your head on top of 2 pillows, and close your eyes, letting your hands gently run on top of your body. Your eyes close as your body relaxes from your own touch…

Suddenly you hear my voice… “Enjoying yourself??” I inquire… You open your eyes to find me standing next to the bed, totally nude… you simply smile, nod, and let out a quiet “Mmm-Hmm.. “… I sit down on the bed next to your body, the side of my hip touching yours… in my hand is a bottle of heated body oil, lightly flavored… I put one hand on yours, stopping you from caressing your torso… “It’s my turn to touch your body,” I say coyly… you giggle, and say “ok”… As I position myself to start your massage, you eye my cock lying soft and content on my thigh… you run a hand over it, enjoying it’s feel… it stirs slightly, becoming a bit fuller and thicker at your touch… A smile forms on your lips as you continue playing with my cock, feeling it harden beneath your hand.

As you play with me, I take the bottle of body oil, and turn it upside down over your breasts… I squeeze the bottle, letting a small stream of hot oil run from the spout and onto one of your nipples… You inhale deeply at the intensity of the heat on your bare nipple… I then move the bottle to your other exposed nipple, leaving a trail of warm oil between them… After covering your breasts and nipples with oil, I place the bottle on the bed, and start to massage and caress your warm, slippery breasts… my hands glide easily over your skin, my palms gently rubbing and squeezing your tits… I let your nipples slide in between my oily fingers, pulling and tweaking them as I do… you smile appreciatively, and arch your back, pushing your aroused nipples into my hands.

“You know,” I whisper, “this oil is flavored… “… and with that, I lean down, and let my tongue draw circles around your erect nipples… your hand leaves my cock, and falls on the back of my head, lovingly running your fingers thru my hair… My lips suck and pull on your nipples, bringing them into my warm, wet mouth… my tongue flickers lightly over them while I suck them between my lips, sending sweet currents of arousal ataköy escort to your clit… your hips wiggle slowly as I do, a sign that you’re becoming aroused… “I think your clit is getting jealous…” I say… and you smile at me, and nod your head silently…

As I sit back up, I take the bottle of warm oil, and again start dripping the stream onto your body… over your chest and tummy… and down to your neatly shaved mound. I massage the slippery oil into your skin, letting my hands follow the path of oil I left behind… Your nipples harden once again as my fingers grow closer to your pussy…

“Open your legs…” I request, and you easily oblige, bending one leg and placing it on my lap, and letting the other fall off the side of the bed. I then take your hands, and bring them down to your pussy… “Hold yourself open for me… show me how wet you are…” and once again you obey, pulling your wet pussy lips open, letting me see how wet you are inside… I then take the bottle of oil, and let the warm drops fall directly onto your aroused, exposed clit… the feel of your tingling clit being drenched in warm oil makes you coo and sigh, your hips tensing up from the sensation…

I take a finger, and begin touching and fondling your swollen nub, rubbing it in circles… your hips move sensuously with each stroke of my slick fingertip on your quivering clit… you spread your legs wider as I do, your fingers opening your pussy for me completely while I caress your little pink button… “Do you like how I touch your pussy, sweetie??” I ask… You nod ‘yes’, closing your eyes tighter… “Tell me…” I say, wanting to hear your voice… You open your eyes and smile, then bring your ankle up to my face, touching my cheek lovingly with your foot, and say “Play with my pussy, baby… make my clit wet… “… I smile, and begin stroking your clit harder with my fingers… you moan loudly, and tilt your head back, closing your eyes… my fingers run over your clit, one by one, each one giving it a long stroke… I then take one finger, and slide it slowly inside your pussy… then two… then three fingers… I start sliding them in and out of you, fucking you with my three oily fingers… you start to play with your clit, and tell me to fuck you harder, which I do… in and out, I slide my fingers faster and faster, screwing your wet slit with my hand…

As you grow more and more excited, I pull my fingers out of you, and lick and suck one of them, delighting in the taste of your wetness… I then put my other cum-soaked fingers to your lips, and you suck and lick your juices from them… As I remove my fingers from your mouth, I look down at your pussy, seeing your fingers probing and fondling it, tweaking and pulling your clit, making it quiver even more…

“Keep playing… ” I tell you, and you do… I then kneel beside you on the bed, lifting one leg up to straddle your şişli escort body, my hips hovering over your tits… my cock, now hard and thick, stands erect just inches from your face… You watch as I take the bottle of warm lotion, and pour drips of oil onto it’s swollen head… the oil drips down the sides of my shaft, my cock glistening in the candlelight… As I put the bottle down again, my right hand starts to slowly stroke my cock… With my legs straddling your chest and my cock so close to your face and lips, your eyes widen with pleasure as you watch me stroke and pleasure myself, covering my hard shaft with oil…

“Mmmmmmm, ” I moan… “I want to make myself cum… “… and with that, I begin playing with my cock faster, my right hand going up and down in long, firm strokes… my left hand touching and playing with my balls as I do… you watch from up close as I begin masturbating for you, letting you see every detail of my cock as I begin to make it cum… your fingers continue probing and caressing your clit with even more fervor… and the sight of my cock, so thick and full of cum, being stroked up close just for you arouses you even more… I look down at you, your beautiful face right below my cock, and imagine the sight of my cock cumming all over, filling your mouth, covering your lips…

As I continue stroking myself, a few drops of precum appear on the head of my cock… “Do you want to taste me??..” I ask… and you eagerly nod ‘yes’… As I keep jerking up and down on my cock, I take my other hand and put it behind your head, lifting your mouth close to my cock… I stop stroking myself, and press the head of my cock to your lips… your tongue lashes out, lapping up the drops of warm cum that I’ve caused to appear… then you put your lips on the tip of my cock, and give it 3 or 4 quick sucks, wanting to taste more…

Feeling myself about to climax, I pull away… you reach out once more with your tongue, and then lay your head back down on the pillow… I take my hand away from my cock, and put them on the side of your hips… “Turn over…” I say… and push gently on your hips… you oblige, and roll onto your stomach, knowing what I want to do to you… With your shoulders and face pressed against the bed, you then lift your hips high in the air, spreading your legs as you do, exposing yourself fully to me… Your fingers find their way back to your clit, pulling and tweaking it still, keeping it wet and tingly… I watch from behind as your fingers slip in and out of your tight, wet pussy…

I grab the bottle of oil once more, and let the stream of warm oil pour between your ass and pussy, the drops flowing over your fingers as you continue to fuck yourself for me… I then position myself behind you, placing my hands on your hips… I spread your buttocks apart, and run a finger in between, spreading the oil all over… I take my cock, and run fatih escort my hard shaft between your cheeks, stroking you up and down… keeping your cheeks spread, I press the swollen head of my cock onto your other opening… it puckers and tingles for me as the tip of my cock presses into it, your fingers feverishly fucking your clit as I do… You wiggle your ass against my cock, wanting me to push it in…

I pull back, and say “No… “… then, I slide the head of my cock from your puckering hole to your wet pussy… you pull your fingers from inside your slit, and I press my cock inside your soft pussy lips… I lean forward, and place my hands on your shoulders, gently pinning them to the bed… and with one full stroke, I thrust my cock deep inside your quivering pussy from behind… you moan loudly as I do, and close your eyes tight… every long, thick stroke of my cock inside your tight slit makes you moan louder and louder… you push your hips higher into the air, and reach back with your hand and grab your thigh, spreading yourself further for me so that my cock slides in deeper… I reach around with one hand, and find your throbbing clit… my fingers, wet and slippery from the oil, massages your clit back and forth, flicking over it, making it twitch… You rock your hips back and forth, fucking and riding my cock as my finger plays with your clit…

My cock, feeling so good inside your tight pussy, begins to swell with cum… I fuck your pussy harder, faster… my fingers slide and play over your aching clit, wanting to make it quiver and cum… You raise your shoulders off of the bed, and rest on your elbows… I reach up, and grab your shoulders, and pull myself even deeper inside your pussy… You grind and buck your pussy on my cock, fucking it with all your might… I tell you to look back over your shoulder at me, so that I can watch you cum… you oblige, and turn your head back towards me… our eyes meet, and we focus on each other’s faces as our orgasms grow closer and more intense… The expression on your face tells me you want to cum, that you’re about to cum… seeing that, I begin fucking you even harder, each thrust of my cock making your hair sway over your face…

As I feel myself about to cum, I urge you to cum with me, to cum all over my cock… And with my fingers tweaking and tickling your wet clit, and my cock buried deep inside your pussy from behind, you start to cum on me… Your juices drip all over me, and I feel the walls of your pussy tighten as you do, squeezing my cock, pulling it in further… No longer able to hold myself back, I push myself as far inside as I can, and let my cock explode inside you… I watch you as your pussy cums on my cock, loving the sight of your beautiful face in pure ecstasy… you look back over your shoulder at me, wanting to watch as I pump load after load of warm, creamy cum inside your dripping pussy…

And as we finish, you fall forward, collapsing onto the bed… I lay gently on top of your back, my cock still buried deep inside your pussy… I lean in, and kiss you on the neck and cheek… you smile warmly as I do, your eyes closed and content…

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