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Apologies for the delay. Things have been weird recently.

Chapter 4 should be coming soon.

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It was Monday and I was walking and into my office at McAllen, very reluctantly. Just that I wished that I had more time off during Christmas. More time to drink, be merry and fuck two sexy cock-hungry blonde sluts. Between work and flying back home for Christmas, I hadn’t had time to do any of that. I had annual leave booked in a couple of weeks, but it felt like it was months away, so I had no choice but to focus on predicting the financial markets in 2019.

As I switched on my computer, I heard a knock and I saw Alicia walk in. She looked especially sexy this morning, tight gray skirt and a sheer blouse. In the last couple of months, I have gotten used to how Alicia sexy dresses, which is a good thing for me and my career. Remembering when she first started, I would accidentally leer at her with my mouth wide open and my dick semi-hard. Now, Alicia could be topless and I could easily discuss Brexit with her without losing my mind. It helps when you have an incestuous mother and daughter, who eagerly release your sexual tension.

“Morning, Alicia,” I smiled. “Happy New Year. How was your Christmas?”

“Happy New Year,” she replied. “The holidays were awesome. I went home to Wisconsin. My family has a cabin in the hills. There was my parents, my brother and his wife and my grandparents. For New Years, me and some of the girls flew to Miami.” Alicia grinned. “How about you?”

“Not as good as yours.” I said, taking a sip of coffee before continuing, “I had to finish some things up here, so I flew home on the 23rd. Had Christmas lunch with my dad and his family. Went to Wembley on Boxing Day. Came back here for New Year’s Eve.”

“And what about Natalie?” Alicia asked, raising an eyebrow.

I took another sip, trying to hide my smirk from my personal assistant. She usually isn’t this playful with me.

After Thanksgiving weekend, I became baptized in non-stop incestuous fucking. My beautiful companions quickly showed me that there were no taboos between them, they would eagerly share my cum, eat each other out and fuck each other with dildos. As soon as we were alone together, our clothes would be off and I’d be driving my dick in either Trish or Natalie’s cunt while one tongue-fucks the other. Local parks, my car and even the desk I was now sitting at were arenas for intense fucking.

But there was more.

My relationship with Natalie quickly involved into something more than just sex. It was amazing how quick two people can instantly click. I swiftly became charmed by her personality, laid-back, calm with an offbeat sense of humor. We soon became a typical couple, going on dates, texting each other all the time and eventually using the term girlfriend and boyfriend. I felt so comfortable around her, which I believe is the best compliment I can give a girl.

That Monday after Thanksgiving, Natalie actually came to work. I immediately separated her from the rest of the team, sent Alicia away for a pointless task and we defiled my executive washroom. And just like I told her on Black Friday, I took Natalie to a romantic restaurant, got to know her better and then took her back to my condo for more sex. I just didn’t expect Natalie to FaceTime Trish while we fucked, her mother hearing every cry and moan. Shit, I even heard Trish climax as she watched us.

It was a shame that we didn’t have that many opportunities to fuck in my office. As this was definitely not a casual fuck party, so we had to talk about work sooner or later. McAllen and their code of conduct made it impossible for us to be public. I couldn’t be seen playing favorites within the team and it was causing problems. Like whenever I was allocating projects, I would be second-guessing myself if the project I assigned to Natalie was too interesting, too easy or too hard. Also if she and I had plans, Natalie would have to make up a reason why she couldn’t meet up for after-work drinks.

Then one night after dinner and getting caught having sex in the Italian restaurant’s bathroom, we had a long talk and decided what we should do going forward. We both wanted to be public with our relationship, but Natalie didn’t want the stigma of sleeping with her boss to affect her career, so she decided to resign. I would have offered, but apparently, my visa is tied to me working at McAllen. She got a job at Lockwood Capital, but they’re only a couple of blocks away so we can still see each other whenever we want.

It was at the McAllen Holiday party that we went public with our relationship.

I remember being really nervous as I walked into the lift. I’ve been to office Christmas parties before, but that was before I was a manager and had to be slightly professional. No posing with a pool of my own sick or trying to climb the Christmas tree at Trafalgar. Then there was the whole thing about dating your former subordinate. I overheard people gossiping about us; wondering Şişli Escort how long we’ve been doing it, if her work was that great and was I covering for her. Also, I heard some of the girls and a guy thinking out loud if they should try to sit on my lap for a promotion.

Walking in the empty reception area, I could hear the Christmas classics like Mariah booming from the other side of the glass doors. It was weird having a Christmas party in your actual office, back home we’d pick a restaurant, go on a pub crawl then a club, either ending up punching someone or fucking them.

Opening the door, I was shocked to see how the office floor had been transformed into a winter wonderland. Desks were changed into fake chimneys and gingerbread houses, a fake cabin that housed the buffet, some creepy-looking snowmen, and a dozen or so Christmas trees. There was also a Santa, he was handing out McAllen swag; it was mainly coffee mugs, pens, and t-shirts with the company logo.

I smiled at the pretty brunette dressed as an elf as she handed me a drink, a Christmas- themed cocktail and then went looking for Natalie. I looked around, seeing that my coworkers and bosses were really enjoying the party. Everyone was so drunk; if they weren’t spilling their drinks, they were groping each other on the makeshift dancefloor. I guess the company code of conduct is being relaxed for today.

While I enjoyed watching everyone make an arse of themselves, I wished I had a sexy blonde next to me. I was running late so Natalie said that she’d find me. The floor was dimly lit, so it made it difficult to spot her. I tried texting her, but I didn’t get a reply, which is odd since she compulsively checks her phone. I ordered another cocktail, I figured the alcohol and sugar will give me enough energy to conduct an epic search for her. As I downed my mistletoe martini, I felt two round tits pressed against my back. “Have you been good this year? Because I know I haven’t.” A voice whispered in my ear.

I turned and saw Natalie grinning at me while looking unstoppable. She had on this green party dress with a deep cut on the front and that stopped around her thighs. Our lips instantly met and we were quickly making a scene with our grinding. Actually, I don’t think anyone cared; they were doing the same.

I pulled away from her and I just stared. Natalie looked overwhelmed by our kiss. Her lips were trembling and her cheeks flushed. “Why don’t we go back to my flat?” I asked, smirking at her.

She pushed me away, laughing. “We just got here.”

“Callum! Natalie!” A voice called out.

I turned to see Simon Hawkins, tattoo girl and Alicia approach us. Simon has the same job as me, he, however, is focused on the African markets. Tattoo girl used to work on my floor but then moved to a different department. Just like before with Natalie, I can never remember the tattoo girl’s real name, only that she has a butterfly tattoo on the back of her neck.

Simon and I had a quick chat about work, the status on our projects and what our overlords were thinking. I could see that the girls were getting bored with this topic, they didn’t want to think about work. Thankfully, Simon offered to get us a round of drinks.

“So,” Tattoo grinned, “When did you too… you know?” she asked, pointing at both of us.

With my arm around Natalie’s waist and her breasts grinding against my side, it was evident that she and I were more than friends. I could see that there was a change in Alicia, it was like her entire body language had become stiffer. Was she jealous? If so, that will be interesting for the future.

“Err…” I nervously looked at Natalie.

“It was after my leaving party,” she replied, smiling back at them. “It was just us two in the end and things escalated.”

“Really?” Alicia asked, sounding unconvinced. Her tone was also very different from before, I really think that she might be jealous of Natalie.

“Yeah,” Natalie said, “Come on let’s dance.”

She then dragged me to the dancefloor and pushed her ass against my crotch. If anyone missed our kiss from earlier, they could now easily tell that we were together just in the way we were dancing. I had my hands all over her, squeezing her whenever I could. Natalie responded by either sucking on my earlobe or fondling my growing erection. Getting some weird looks from the other people on the dancefloor, we decided to tone down the public affection.

“So Alicia?” Natalie said, her hands around my neck as we gently swayed along with the music.

“Yeah?” I replied, smirking at her.

“Nothing happened between you two… before us?” Natalie asked, her eyes squinting at me.

“No,” I firmly answered.

“Sorry. I’m not doing the jealous girlfriend thing. But I swear that there is something up with her.” Natalie paused before grinning. “Maybe she likes you or is thinking about fucking you as a stepping-stone to the top.”

“You sound like you wouldn’t Taksim Escort mind,” I replied.

“Mmm…” Natalie then moved us, so we were facing the bar where Alicia was standing with Tattoo girl. My assistant was wearing a skimpy black dress, tight around her big ass and with a long cut in front. “With those tits? I wouldn’t mind watching. Hell, I’d probably join in.” she smirked.

“Whatever she wants, I am thrilled with what I have now,” I then pulled her in and we kissed again.

“You always know what to say,” Natalie smirked, “Now, I have something planned for upstairs,” she said as she pulled my hands down from her hips to her ass. “It’s something that I wanted to do for a while.”

“Oh yeah?” I smirked back at her.

“Yeah,” Natalie ran her hands down my chest before slipping her fingers into my blazer pocket. She lifted out my employee keycard. “Get some champagne and meet me upstairs,” she said softly before kissing me on the cheek.

I watched her ass sway as she walked away from me. Fucking hell, I’m already hard. I dashed to the bar, but it was mobbed. I think she knew that and needed the time to get ready. Grabbing two glasses, I ran upstairs. I knew that there was some crazy shit going upstairs like people fucking or doing lines, but that was just background noise to me as I ran to my office.

Walking into my office; my mouth became instantly dry while my dick literally grew another inch as I saw what Natalie had planned.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Natalie softly spoke as she laid on the sofa. She had changed her outfit, now wearing a bright red, Christmas baby doll with a front opening. Natalie climbed off the couch and spun around, giving me a full view. I could feel my eyes actually bulge out as I saw the matching crotchless thong she wore underneath it.

“You like?” Natalie smirked. She walked towards me, playing with her hair and shaking her hips as she took each deliberate step. With one hand she took the champagne glass, the other cupped her left tit and asked, “Do you think I look good in it?” Her fingers now running through the white fur trim that just concealed her nipples. “Or maybe you should ask Alicia,” she said with a wink before taking a sip of champagne.

I tried to think of something witty to say, but my brain just told me to keep on staring at her. Natalie smiled at me again then tilted her head, her eyes focused on my growing erection. “That’s the reaction I’m looking for,” she smirked as she leaned in and gave me a long, tongue-filled kiss. Her body pressed against mine, grinding her tits into my chest. I felt her hand slither down and my girlfriend began vigorously stroking my cock.

Completely lost in our make-out session, I failed to notice that Natalie spun us around and pulled us next to the sofa. We broke our embrace and I watched my girlfriend adopt a now familiar position, getting down on her knees. With a flick of her wrists, she unbuckled my belt and yanked my trousers down. Before the cold air could hit my naked cock, Natalie had wrapped her lips around my tip and then instantly swallowed the rest of my shaft, someone’s been getting lessons from her mother.

“Fuck,” I grunted, picturing the two of them practicing on dildos.

“Hmm…” Natalie moaned as she released my dick, flashing me a wide grin. “I’d love to see Alicia’s face if she saw us like this?” Her tongue darted out and she lapped up all the trailing spit from my dick. “Also how she’d react seeing this huge monster.”

“Something you planned?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“No. But…,” Natalie trailed off, circling her tongue over my cockhead.

“I’d enjoy it but only if you were taking part and also enjoying it,” I replied, “For me, there’s only you,”

“Good answer,” she lowered her lips down to my balls and took one of them into her mouth. Sucking on my sack for a couple of seconds, she then raised her head back up and said, “There’s also my mother. But I REALLY enjoy that,” Natalie grinned. She reached out and I helped her up, “Strip,” she ordered. “Also can you do the thing with the sofa? I tried earlier, but I still can’t get it to work.”

I playfully rolled my eyes as I stripped. I have this sofa bed futon thing in my office so if I need to work late, I can take a nap. But since Thanksgiving, Natalie and I have been using it as a vital prop for our late night office fun. My boss actually praised me for all the late shifts I been doing recently. Still, it’s a shame that Natalie doesn’t work here anymore, I have a fantasy of walking into my office and finding her naked, writhing in ecstasy as she begs for my cock.

I pushed the sofa back down and got into position, lying on my back. Natalie stood in front of me, her thong had disappeared and she fingered her herself while her eyes focused on my meaty pole. She crawled onto the bed and quickly straddled me, her achingly beautiful pussy just inches away from my throbbing cock.

“I love fucking in Mecidiyeköy Escort this office. Your big cock rampaging my pussy while million dollar deals are going on the background!” She yelled, turning herself on. Placing her hips on either side of my groin, I watched my girlfriend grab my meaty tool and slap my swollen head against the puffy openings of her cunt. With a now recognizable groan, Natalie pushed my tip past her throbbing lips and slid down on my shaft. “Ohhhhhhh…yesssss,” she hissed and shuddered as my dick slowly became buried deep inside.

“Oh…god…Natalie,” I grunted, mumbling my words as the moist muscles of her pussy enveloped my pulsating tool and squeezed it tightly. I wrapped my arms around her firm ass. Caressing my girlfriend’s pert cheeks, my mind instantly thought about plunging my dick deep in her arse and fucking her relentlessly. It was something we had talked about, but Natalie was a little reluctant; she had a bad experience with some douchebag once.

“Oh…oh…oh…fuck…” We both moaned simultaneously as Natalie worked her hips, grinding on my dick as I fucked her back. “Yesssss,” she cried, throwing her head back. She grabbed my head and pushed my face in her jiggling cleavage. I pulled on the straps of her baby-doll and I was soon face-to-face with some familiar friends. I’ve nuzzled on them, sucked on her nipples, I’ve even licked maples syrup off her tits. Natalie knows how much I love playing with breasts, lucky for me she just as eager.

Empowered by being in titty heaven, I clenched my girlfriend’s arse and slammed my member in and out of her. Ferociously thrusting my dick over and over, I kissed and licked every square inch of her breasts. “Yeah Callum…play with my tits. OH FUCK YES!” She screamed as she began to tremble, “SHIT!” I could feel her cunt tighten around my pounding cockhead, she was getting close. “Oh fuck yes! Callum! SHIT!” Natalie screamed. Thinking back, how the hell we were not caught by someone. She then shuddered as her pussy exploded, her searing juices coated my dick and dripped down on my thighs.

I held onto Natalie as her snug cunt was still clamped around me while she rocked back and forth, I remember how gorgeous she looked post-orgasm, her hair a mess, a sheen of sweat laying her body and a big, satisfied smirk. Grunting loudly, I tried to stay calm and bring myself back from my own orgasm. Natalie had recovered from her brief rest, she lifted her head up and sighed, “Oh Callum, you got me really excited. Oh, if those girls’ downstairs could see us.” She then grabbed my face and passionately kissed me, “Now let’s make you cum!”

Using my chest as leverage, Natalie carefully slid off my bulging dick and got on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass. Without any need for more encouragement, I quickly got in position behind her. Deftly lifting up my cock, I felt so sore down there I could cum any second. I then pressed the head against her dripping pussy. “I can’t wait to take you back to my condo,” I said slowly while plunging my tool back inside her, “I got you an early Christmas present, I can’t wait to test it.”

“YOU GOT ME THE DOOR SWING!” Natalie cried, overwhelmed with excitement. She turned her head and saw me nodding, “Oh fuck yes.” She then leaned in and our lips met again. “Shit,” she muttered in between kisses as I thrust my cock deeper. “Oh shit… Callum, fuck me!” I reached up and grabbed her full tits, roughly squeezing her creamy orbs. Natalie cried in my ear while I pinched and pulled her nipples, begging for more. Acquiescing her request, I hammered my cock in and out of her cunt, giving her no chance to catch her breath or relax. My own compulsion and ego drove me to make sure that she cums again.

Natalie lowered her hand down between her legs and furiously fingered her clit as she whimpered after each hard stroke. Grasping her hips, I pulled my cock out of her slick pussy until the tip was just pressing her lips and waited for a reaction. As Natalie moaned and begged for my dick, I slammed my cock back in as deep as I could, making her shake in bliss. I repeated this move a couple of time before switching tactics, holding onto her flat stomach and rapidly stabbing her with my rock hard tool.

Natalie started to cry and shake, reaching closer to another roaring orgasm. I actually wanted to be caught now, just for my own ego. I slowed down, casually thrusting my cock in and out of her. “Fuck…please…I need to cum,” she moaned. Chuckling to myself, I went back to slamming my prick, roughly grinding my head against her g-spot at each stroke. “Oh fuck…yes! Fuck me, Callum!” Natalie howled over the sound of my balls slapping against her as I pounded her dripping pussy.

“Oh shit,” I grunted, feeling my cock painfully throb under the folds of her pussy. “Cum for me Nat!” I yelled, knowing that I was one or two strokes from blowing my load.

I let out another guttural groan as I felt Natalie’s cunt clamped down on my shaft, tightly gripping it. Suddenly I could hear my girlfriend scream again and begin to convulse. Wrapping my arms around her trembling body, I continued fucking her as her uncontrollable pussy spasmed and drenched my member in her hot juices. “Shit…more,” Natalie demanded, her fingers digging into the sofa mattress.

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I awoke with a hard on. It lay aslant on the left side of my belly, in Listral’s gentle grasp. Her head rested on my left shoulder. My numb left arm was behind her back, my hand lying in the shallow valley of her waist. I wondered how long we’d been this way. I also wondered if Listral’s hand had made me hard, while I slept, or if it was a sleep-erection and Listral had merely discovered it. It was dawn, the heavily curtained first light turning the hotel room grey. Greyish.

My numb hand patted Listral’s hip roll.

“You awake?”

“Mm?”

“I have to get up, sweetheart. I have to go pee.”

Listral’s head rose, a little. “I’ll go with you.”

With me? Did she need to pee too? Would we take turns? I was dying. Who’d go first?

Listral’s naked body rose up as did mine behind her. I gave my arm a reviving shake. She preceded me into the bathroom.

“I’ll hold it for you,” Listral said. “I used to hold dad’s. I like it.”

I was confused. I laughed anyway, sort of. “If you hold it I won’t be able to pee.”

“No, I’ll point it down,” Listral said, gripping the whole of her long silky hair and tossing it over a shoulder. I wondered at that moment if the young woman understood exactly how the male sex organ functioned.

I stood over the toilet, seat up, with the front of Listral’s body pressed against my backside. I could feel her hard nipples in my ribs. She held my cock with her left hand and, sure enough, bent the unruly thing downwards.

It worked. I peed a heavy, clearish stream. Listral said:

“I love the feel of it. It’s very intimate. It makes me feel like my body’s connected to yours. Or like I’m inside you or something. Plus, it’s good to pee before sex. It prevents infections.”

Listral was half my age, at best, but she’d just informed me about something no other woman in my experience had ever told me before.

After my stream lost its arc and I finished Listral gave my penis an expert shake. I now believed that she’d done this before—with her dad. I turned. Listral, holding her long brown hair back with one hand, bent. “I love the taste of pee, too.” She wrapped her lips around my head, just behind it, and sucked out the last of it, the final salient drops. She rose.

I followed her back to bed thinking, What a curious young woman. Her dad had gone loopy toward the end but it was assumed that was because of his war experiences, PTSD. But what if, instead, his mental instability, to put it mildly, had been inherited? And had been passed on to his daughter? I felt guilty.

Listral lay down on the bed on her back and spread her slender legs. I climbed between them. As before she insisted on guiding me in, while wrapping her legs behind my back and crossing her ankles. Birds were chirping outside the windows. Sparrows I guessed, or chickadees. I was deep inside Listral. It was not too late to stop all this, to pull out. She clawed my back:

“Fuck me Uncle Bill! Fuck me!”

And I did, for the second time. Though I was not her real uncle and my name was not Bill.

Though only a couple of years older, I had been Bill’s CO in the war. He’d been a good soldier, good not great. The kind you need to make up the numbers, in other words. We’d kept in touch over the years; besides, I now lived less than two hours away. It seemed only right, then, that I accept the invitation to attend his funeral. Especially under the tragic circumstances.

After the sparsely attended church service his daughter Listral stood below the raised pulpit in front of the closed, flower-bedecked coffin accepting peoples’ condolences. I was struck by her beauty. How old was Listral now, 20? I’d lost track. Unlike her dad she was tall and slender—an almost boyish build—with long brown hair that hung straight down her back. Küçükyalı Escort Her face was oval, a long oval, a sad one. She wore a white dress, her breasts hanging low inside it. I assumed the contrary white among all the dark suits of mourning had symbolic value, I wasn’t sure. Her translucent beauty, however…that I was certain of.

I tarried. Waited until the line diminished. I joined it at the end.

When I reached Listral, hand extended, she smiled at me, knowingly. “Hi Listral,” I said. “I’m—”

“I know who you are, Uncle Bill. Thanks for coming.”

She rose up in her open-toed heels to give me a kiss, on my left cheek. I was left speechless, looking down. I decided to let the mistaken name go. I’d correct it at a later date, if there was one. Christ, I thought. Even this girl’s toes are beautiful…

“I’m sorry about your dad,” I said. “He was a good man.”

Listral shrugged. Her dress had thick straps, baring her shoulders. It was a summer dress. A summer dress in early spring. A white summer dress at a funeral. She glanced over a shoulder. “I kind of wish now I’d invited people to the burial.”

“Who’s coming?”

Another shrug. “Me.” Her pouting lower lip only served to redouble her sadness at the moment.

“What about your mom?” Bill and his wife had divorced years ago. It would be easy to claim that the divorce started him on his downward spiral; but in fact his downward spiral had precipitated the divorce.

“Couldn’t make it,” Listral said coldly.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t know what else to say. By now we were the only two left in the small church. The pastor had hurried off with his check and the last of the mourners had exited through the pair of double doors at either aisle’s end. Or should I say their beginning? Outside, I presumed, the funeral home director, the hearse and the attending limo waited.

I looked at Listral. Even in half-heels she was nearly a head shorter than me. She was shorter up close. Up close. “Well if you like I’ll go with you.”

Listral looked up at me, hopefully. “Would you?”

“Sure. Afterwards…” I cleared my throat. I was in my mid-forties, an experienced man. But do you ever get too old to lose your composure in the presence of a beautiful young woman? “If you like, afterwards, we could go, I don’t know, grab some lunch?”

Listral smiled. “That would be nice. Thank you.” She insisted on hugging, there in front of her dad’s casket. I didn’t know quite what to do with my arms. I kissed the top of her head, the center part in her brown hair. She smelled of shampoo. Of youth. Beauty. I thought of Keats for some reason.

“Or at least a bourbon or two,” I added, trying to lighten the moment. I had a hard-on beneath my dark trousers, which I hoped—prayed—Listral had not felt in our impromptu embrace. “Or…I forget. Are you old enough to drink?”

“Technically…not quite. But I’ll take a sip of yours.”

As we crossed the cemetery, after the ceremonial lowering of the casket, a burial attended by two—not counting the pastor, the funeral director and two cemetery employees—Listral asked: “Where are you staying?”

We were holding hands. Listral’s was slender, almost lost in my moist, meaty grip. The grassed ground was irregular, oak tree roots and shallow depressions disrupting the path to my car. It was as if the ground was sinking in. Rodents? We kept bumping shoulders. Listral stopped at one point. Said: “These shoes hurt my feet.”

Adroitly, one foot at a time, using me as her stout steadying post, as if the trunk of one of the nearby oaks, she removed them. She was barefoot now. We walked, we held hands again, the shoes dangling from Listral’s free hand by their skinny heel straps.

“Where are you staying tonight?”

“Oh. Escort Küçükyalı Well I wasn’t planning to. I was just going to drive back. But…” I forced a smile: “If we’re going to have lunch, and a bourbon or two…”

“If it’s inconvenient…”

“No, not at all darling.”

Listral looked up at me. I looked off, evasively—through the oaks at the curving drive and my grey 911 parked at the curb, behind the vacancy left by the hearse and the unneeded limousine. I went on:

“We passed a big Marriott on the way here, I noticed. I’ll get a room there.”

Listral squeezed my hand. “If I’d known you were staying over I would’ve offered you a room at dad’s house, my house now I guess.”

“The Marriott’ll be fine.” I desperately wanted to change the subject: “Aren’t your feet cold?”

“No. The ground’s cold, not my feet. I’m not good with heels. Always been something,” her smile blossoming like the snowdrop flowers in our uneven path, “of a tomboy.”

“Oh. Well…”

“That Marriott’s nice. I went to a party there once. A girlfriend’s wedding. They have a restaurant, a really nice bar in the atrium. Palm trees, light…You feel like you’re in the tropics.”

“Fine. We’ll kill two birds with one stone then.” There were birds overhead in the oaks but they were grackles, commonly mistaken for crows, which are larger, even nastier. Both species are highly intelligent, however. They’re said to use tools. Sticks and such. Their reputed intelligence camouflaged by the rawness of their voices: “Caw! Caw!” It was as if the birds, these grackles, were following our progress, hopping from tree to tree. When I told my therapist at the VA about my interest in birds, she said this was something I should pursue. “There are all kinds of bird-watching groups,” she told me, as if I didn’t know. “I’m not much of a joiner,” I replied. “You joined the army all those years ago. And spent all those years serving our nation in its time of need,” she told me, she told me, as if I didn’t know. As if I didn’t know. “That’s why I’m not much a joiner anymore,” I explained.

I wondered if Listral’s bare feet, their soles, were turning green from the damp spring grass covering the graveyard. I wondered if they would taste sweet like grass if I kissed them, or even kissed the fleshy tips of her perfect toes. I wondered—

“These birds…”

“Nice car!” Listral proclaimed, upon our arrival. At the stone curb.

“Well, you know…”

“Dad drove an old Pontiac at the end. They don’t even make ’em anymore.”

I clicked the alarm off and opened the door for Listral, who slid in deftly tossing her heels in the footwell. I was a foolish 46-year-old ex-Army major who’d just fallen in love with the daughter of one of my former non-coms on the day of his funeral. I glanced up into the overhanging branches—at the black, hulking birds clawing the cool spring air with their discordant “song.” I climbed into the low driver’s seat. Listral reached over after I started the engine and I took her hand, again. I felt the full weight of mortality descend on me at that moment, like the funereal cries of so many overhead black birds.

“After lunch,” I declared, “I’ll, you know darling, take you home.”

Listral remained silent; looked straight ahead through windshield’s distorting curve.

“Put your sweetheart on, darling,” I said, improbably. She didn’t say a word. We roared off. We humans, we hear what we want to hear.

The bartender in the Marriott’s towering atrium didn’t card. He was a young guy, tall, handsome, and I guess he assumed Listral was my daughter. Or someone. Something respectable. We drank Woodford Reserve on the rocks, doubles.

We faced each other on our cushioned stools, all that tropical flora behind Küçükyalı Escort Bayan us (no birds). Listral’s bare knees, below white dress’s hem, met mine. I was hard—beyond hard. Bill’s daughter reminded me of Mary. Mary Beth. A girl I’d fallen in love with way back when, before the Army. She sang in the church choir. Soloed in fact. A lovely soprano voice. She too wore virginal white dresses. She too had long straight brown hair down her back. Her breasts too hung low. For whatever reason I’d never gotten anywhere with her; made headway. We never dated. Not once. Then I joined the Army. Fuck it.

“So how does a man get to own a Porsche?”

Listral pronounced it “Porsch”. No German “uh” at the end. So what? They had Pappy’s behind the atrium bar. But screw it. There was no way I was paying $45 an ounce. I put my hand on Listal’s half-bare thigh.

“Luck,” I explained. “Still in the military, sort of. Connected. Armaments. Lucrative. Your dad?”

Empty stomach, I was drunk. Getting there. Listral replied: “At the end he was selling health insurance policies. He was…it wasn’t going well.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It was a whole…slew of things.”

“Sure. I’m sure. I’m—”

“They have mini bars up in the room,” Listral suggested. “And room service.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I could eat. But…”

“Yeah,” I replied, finishing off my latest high-proof Woodford. “We could—”

Mary had leaned in. The bartender was far away. We were alone, except for the birdless palm trees. “You could fuck me, Uncle Bill, then…,” looking over her white-strapped shoulder, “we could eat in the room.”

I stood up, abruptly. I swayed. “Darling…”

She giggled. “Don’t forget to play the tab…”

We kissed in the elevator. We necked, our tongues sliding past each other. Floor 11.

Listral was still in her white dress, minus her matching white panties, when I fucked her, on the made bed. We didn’t care. I didn’t ask if she was on the pill. I should have but I didn’t. I came in her, at any rate, and afterwards, breaking the stunned silence, she confessed…

She confessed that this was how it had been with her dad toward the end.

“What do you mean ‘how it had been’,” I asked, standing by the bed, sobered up.

“You and me.”

“No I mean…you and your dad. What do you mean at the end?”

Listral’s slender legs were spread around the wetspot I’d left, created just now on the Marriott’s generic quilted comforter. What if she wasn’t on the pill? What if…?

“Like you and me,” Listral repeated. “Dad and me were having sex at the end. It was wonderful! But then he kinda freaked out about it I think and…”

“You and your dad?”

Listral had scooted up from the bed’s center wetspot and was now leaning against the pillowed headboard. Her sweet body so lean, so slender, it was hard to tell her hips from her waist. Tomboy. Slender legs raised. Grass stains on the bottoms of her feet. I was in love. Love! I could’ve died at that moment and been happy. Shoot me!

Listral nodded. “But then he kind of…”

“Yeah.” I had been around countless soldiers in combat, under enormous stress. I was desperate, in this down time, to change the subject. And that’s exactly why I’d quit seeing my VA-appointed therapist. She always wanted to stick to the subject at hand. While I—

“Let’s order room service, baby.”

“OK,” Listral smiled. I’d never noticed her dimples before. Or had I? Mary had dimples. I wondered where she was, who she’d married. How many kids? Raising them as good Christians? Home-schooling the fucks?

Listral, by contrast, was skinnier. Prettier. Sweeter. Willing to fuck. And fuck. She leaned against the headboard, smiling. My cum inside her—what hadn’t leaked out. I looked at the menu. Decided to order a Marriott Burger with aged cheddar and bacon. And curly fries. Bad for the heart.

“What do you want, dear?”

“Just a salad, Uncle Bill,” Mary said.

“That’s it?”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

“I thought you were hungry.

“I am.”

“Christ. You eat like a bird…”

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There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each of the characters declare his or her age in the dialogue. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it. I also want to thank barefootgirl69 for her careful edit of this chapter.

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Back at work the next day, Magda and I toured my finished paint job in the basement.

“This is amazing work, Rick, far beyond my expectations.” Magda said.

“I know we’ve talked a little about your plans for this room, but while I was working on it, a few ideas came to mind. Would you like to hear them?” I asked.

“Actually, I don’t have time right now but, yes, I’d love to hear your suggestions. One thing I am sure of, though, you’re not going to haul everything back again yourself. Get a friend to help you, I’ll pay him extra. I won’t have you hurting yourself again.”

“It was the accident that brought us together wasn’t it, not such a bad thing,” I said.

“Well… yes and no. To be completely honest, I’ve always had my eyes on you. You’re just so yummy,” she laughed as she pinched my cheeks.

“Wow! I wish I’d known that earlier. Imagine how good sex would be now, with a little more practice under my belt.”

“What you’ve got going on, under your belt, is just fine for me right now. I’m not sure I could deal with a lot more,” she said.

“OK, I’ll call a friend of mine and see if he’s available. I’ll probably need help with the back yard as well but that will be on my dime.” I said.

“Don’t be silly, you’re working for nothing already, it’s all on me,” Magda insisted.

“You might be right about the money I’m making, which is still fine with me, but wow, you can’t beat the tips and benefits,” I said.

“Is that so?” she approached and rubbed my cock through my pants. “I think you’re right, I can feel a big tip coming up now. How would you like a nice blowjob to start off your day?”

“I’d love it, thank you. We’ll call it a room christening.”

She knelt in front of me and pulled down my shorts and my cock sprang out and bounced up and down. She licked my shaft carefully before sucking me into her mouth. Her head bobbed quickly backwards and forwards, as the warm wet sensations shot through my body, as if my cock was a lightning rod. No one could get used to how well she sucked cock. She was so spontaneous, she always caught me off guard.

All too quickly I was coming, as Magda eagerly slurped up my seed. I pulled her to her feet and kissed her intensely.

“How did I ever come to deserve a goddess like you?”

“Oo careful, don’t want me to get a swollen head,” she said. “So what are your plans for today?”

“Well, I think I’ll cost out some alternatives to help you decide about the basement and garage.”

“Sounds great, I’ll look forward to your suggestions.” She turned toward the staircase, then left the basement, humming as she went.

I spent the next few hours taking inventory of all the furniture in the basement as well as working out designs for shelving and storage. When I was finished, I went to the local hardware store and got estimates for materials. Finally, I headed for home, I needed to reach a friend named Phil. He was the only person I knew who might be interested in helping me.

Phil and I had been friends since grade school. In high school, we took the same electives and were in the same study groups. We both loved biking and hiking and Phil was also an honor student. He worked incredibly hard for his grades, and sometimes, he seemed almost resentful of Jan and I for how easy we made it look. I could never convince him that it was just as hard for us, our only advantage was my parents and the environment they fostered.

Phil was almost my height at around 5’11”, with bright red hair and green eyes. With all the hiking and cycling, he had the same physical build as me, with perhaps a touch more body fat, he was a junk food addict, couldn’t get enough it. I’d seen him naked at school, in the showers, but he was quite shy. I never got a good look at his cock.

When I finally got through to him, he was ecstatic with my offer. Like me, he had done nothing all year about getting a job. Now, his parents were feeding him daily grief to find work. He agreed to come over to the house that afternoon. We would discuss the details of my plan and iron out a deal.

As I waited for Phil, Jan arrived home early.

“What’s up, bro, why aren’t you over at Magda’s working?”

“The first part of my job is done,” I said. “I’m waiting for Phil to come by and maybe help me with the next phases. Magda doesn’t want me finishing the work alone. How about you? Why are you home so early?

“Another forced afternoon off, while they reset equipment again. Assholes! So Phil’s coming over, I like him, he’s cute.”

“I didn’t know you liked him. Hey, maybe this is your opportunity for a little fun. Remember?”

“What do you Küçükçekmece Escort mean?” she asked.

“Well, we can be working in the living room and you can come running down the stairs in a bath towel and lose it maybe. From there, it’s your show.”

“Oh God, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that before. I mean, I love being naked and all, but I’m nervous about showing a stranger everything. Oh, God, my heart is pounding. I’ll do it, I think.”

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and Jan ran up the stairs while I answered to answer it.

I opened the door, and Phil stood there staring over at Magda’s.

“Hey, Phil, what are you looking at buddy.”

“Oh, nothing I guess. I was just thinking about when we used to ‘trick or treat’ over there. She always wore those sexy witch costumes.” He shook his head and looked back at me. “Memories, eh? I guess now I’ll get to see her up close. Is she as sexy as I remember?”

“No one’s ever as sexy as our childhood wet dreams, but she’ll do, trust me.”

“Nice! Hey, Rick, where are my manners, I’m so glad you called me about this job. Thank you, you’re a real life saver,” he said.

“Let’s go into the living room and talk things over. I have some plans and a few numbers we can look at.”

“Sure thing, say is Jan home? I haven’t seen her since school.”

“Sure, I think she’s upstairs taking a shower, she came home early today.”

“So you’ve been working for your neighbour all summer. Lucky bastard. I wish I could get opportunities like that. What’s it like over there. What does she do?”

“She’s a physiotherapist and trainer. She specializes in athletic development and sports performance training. She an amazing woman,” I said.

I was about to tell him more when Jan came running down the stairs in a bath towel calling my name. She was staring away from us, toward the kitchen, as the whole towel pulled away from her body, leaving her stark naked. Still staring away she twisted around giving us a great shot of her nice tight ass. She cursed, and fumbled around, trying to pick up the towel.

“Jan,” I called out, “we have company.”

She spun back around, delivering a beautiful full frontal to us. Then, with a shocked expression, she stared at us both for a second. She began to fumble over and over again for the towel, before she gave up and screamed, then she ran back up the stairs. I was so impressed at her planning and execution. She pulled it off so perfectly. Her movements on the stairs had exposed every luscious part of her beautiful body to us.

“Holy mackerel,” Phil said, “I hope she’s OK. That must have been very embarrassing for her. Don’t be angry with me, Rick, but I never thought I’d get to see your beautiful sister that way. Even if it was an accident, my fantasies about her will be clear as a bell tonight, let me tell you. Oh, geez, sorry Rick, I got carried away there.”

“That’s alright, Phil. Jan really is hot, I know, I see her naked all the time. And you’re right, she is beautiful.”

“You see her naked all the time? I’d go out of my mind, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. Can I tell you a big secret, Rick? I mean a big one. One that could get me in a lot of trouble, if it ever got out.”

“Yeah sure, Phil, you know you can trust me.”

“Well, about a year ago, Sharon, my sister, started teasing me by walking around the house in her underwear. She kept doing it all the time until finally, I challenged her on it. I told her, if she was going to parade around like that, she might as well take it all off. Well she did… she took everything off that is.”

“Wow, that’s hot,” I said, “Sharon is really nice looking. What happened then?”

“Well, she kept it up for a few more days, until one night, she crawled into my bed when my parents were asleep. We’ve been having regular sex ever since. It’s been killing me, and I’ve been dying to tell someone, and get it off my chest. I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of pervert?”

“No way, Phil, I completely understand. Jan and I did a lot of exploring each other when we were younger and even recently. We love being naked around each other.”

“That’s fantastic, you’re a lucky guy, Rick, she’s a real knock out.”

“Why don’t you tell her so some time,” I said. “Ask her out on a date. I know she likes you.”

“Really? I never knew. Thanks, I’ll give her a call her then. OK, maybe we need to get back to your plans, where were we?” He said.

We worked out a couple of strategies to deal with Magda’s project and agreed to meet at her place the next morning. After Phil left, I went up to speak with Jan.

“So how was it?” I asked her, “Did you enjoy showing off for Phil?”

“Oh, my God, I can’t tell you, I’m still shaking. That was so fucking exciting. Now I really understand why you like this so much. I’m so pumped, I feel like walking down the street naked.”

“Gee, I enjoy it all right, but not that much. You, my girl, Escort Küçükçekmece are a born exhibitionist.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but now I need some release, big time. Can ya help a girl out, sailor?”

“Of course, hon, get on your bed, I’ll give you my fullest attention,” as I began to disrobe.

I slid up in between her legs and gave her the slowest most thorough head ever. I took my sweet time, savouring every square inch of her feminine treasures. I must have pleasured her for over an hour, as I drained every drop of sexual energy from her body. I lost count of how many little orgasms she had, but I finished her with a powerful double that had her kicking and writhing all over her bed.

I snuggled up to her, and we spooned. I was proud of my work, as I ran my hand all along her soft, supple, nakedness. She was spent, and ready for a nap.

“You know Phil is really crazy about you,” I whispered in her ear. “He told me so. He thinks you’re an absolute knockout.”

“mm,” she moaned sweetly.

“He’s going to call and ask you out on a date.”

“mm, I’d like that,” she mumbled before drifting off to sleep.

Later, during that evening, I got a surprise visit from Mona. She just showed up at my door. After introducing her to my parents and Jan, we went up to my room to talk.

“Boy, you really have a good looking family, Rick, I’m pretty sure I’d make a pass at your mother and sister myself, they’re beautiful.”

“I know, I love them both incredibly. I never dreamed I’d be having sex with them, it just kind of happened.”

“Does your dad know?

“Yeah. Believe it or not, he just joined the party yesterday. By the way, I’m not a virgin any more. You were right, my first taste of cock was wonderful. You know, now that I think of it, I apologize for being so frank with you. This is my reality, not yours. I’m guessing this must all be pretty weird, if not actually disgusting for you. I mean, I remember how put off you were when you found out about all this at Magda’s.”

“Really, I’m fine. When Magda first mentioned it, I’ll admit I was pretty shocked. But I’ve met them now and they’re lovely, I’m fine with it. I wish I had one quarter of the family connection you do. I’m just barely on speaking terms with mine.”

“Have you got any brothers or sisters?” I asked.

“Yes, two older sisters and a younger brother. My sisters are both studying to become lawyers and my brother thinks being a DJ would be the ultimate. I’m the only athlete and frankly, the rest of the family thinks my brother has better prospects.”

“Wow, that must be hard. I mean, to deal with the demands of being a top athlete, without any family support, that’s tough.”

Mona stood and began to undress. “Can we get in your bed and cuddle while we talk? I want to feel you next to me.”

“Of course, I’d love that,” I said, as I got up and peeled back the covers. I stripped off my clothes as well and slid in beside her. We continued talking as our hands idly roamed over each other’s body.

“You know, this is the most I’ve learned about you all summer. I wish I’d known earlier, you deserve so much more loving and attention. As fickle as this may sound, despite my feelings for Magda, I’ve been falling for you for a while now. I can’t help it.”

“I know what you mean, Rick. I’ve loved Magda for more than a year, but I feel so drawn to you as well. There’s something about how you feel things and try so hard to understand. At the same time, you have this strength that’s very compelling. I’ve been falling for you, as well.”

I rolled over on top of her and we kissed passionately. I felt such deep feelings it was confusing. They weren’t like those I felt with Magda or my mother or my sister, for that matter. I felt a deep ache from the pit of my stomach up through my chest that seemed to fizzle out in my brain.

She began to make little pleading moans as she wriggled beneath me. She was so wet I slid my body forward and easily entered her with only a few thrusts. We began to make love, slow and easy. I could sense every inch of her under me. Her soft, sweat covered skin, the tightness and curves of her immaculate swimmer’s body. Every slow push into her was met with a tightening of her vaginal walls as I slipped back outward. It felt like a small hand in her was holding on to me.

“This is what I wanted Rick. I wanted to finally be alone with you and to make real love. You’re making me feel so wonderful and cared for right now. I’ve never felt anything quite like it. I guess I really am in love with you after all.”

“I’m feeling something very different and wonderful as well. I’m not afraid to call it love, but I don’t quite know how to deal with it. Can we just enjoy this moment and pretend there’s no one else in the world, just us and these wonderful feelings?”

“Oh, yeah, I can do that. I love you, Rick, there I’ve said it.”

“And I love you too, Mona, so very much.”

We continued Küçükçekmece Escort Bayan on with our lovemaking late into the evening. For the first time ever, I came twice without stopping. My mom knocked on the door as we were cleaning up and announced that everyone was going to bed.

“OK, Mom,” I called out, “I’ll be taking Mona home in a minute.”

We reluctantly finished dressing and I borrowed my dad’s car to drive her home. As I drove, we continued to talk about her family and mine.

“I’d really love to know your family better, especially Jan. She seems so sweet.”

“She is,” I said, “she hasn’t got a nasty bone in her body. I can’t believe the change in her since she discovered sex. I think she has an even stronger drive than mine.”

“Holy cow!” Mona blurted out. “Damn, I’d love to take that for a spin. Is she into girl/girl sex?”

“Oh, yeah, my mom and her go at it now and then. It’s such a turn on to watch them.”

“Gosh, you know I’m beginning to really envy you now. Maybe it is incest and all, but you all love and care so much for each other. It must be wonderful to be involved that way. I guess anything would beat what I’ve got.”

“Well, we have each other now and I know you and Jan will love each other in every way possible,” I snickered.

“Oh, you really can be a bit of a shit, can’t you.”

We arrived at her home and shared more tender and passionate kisses before saying good night. On the way back home, I couldn’t help but wonder what would come next. I was overjoyed at how much Mona and I were in love, but at the same time, I dreaded the possible impact on my relationship with Magda.

The next day I arrived at Magda’s and went in to say good morning. I was surprised to see Jim already there and working out.

“Wow, you’re in early today.” I said

“Yeah, I’ve got business to attend to today and I didn’t want to cut back on my workout,” he replied. “Say, when are we going to meet for that coffee?”

“Well, I’m in between projects right now, so any time would be good.”

“Terrific, I’ll be downtown at Mario’s around three, how about then?”

“Sure, that’ll work for me, see you then,” I agreed.

I continued on to Magda’s office and kissed her on the back of her neck as she sat working. She scrunched up her shoulders and turned to smile at me.

“I’ve lined up a friend to help me and he’ll be here shortly to review our options,” I said. “His name is Phil.”

“Good,” Magda responded. “When will you be ready to show me your options?”

“I figure we’ll have everything ready for tomorrow morning. Will you be available?”

She checked he agenda. “Yes, I will, no problem.”

I saw Phil enter through the front door and I went to meet him.

“Hey, Phil, you’re right on time,” I said. “Come back and meet Magda our boss.”

I made the introductions as Magda eyed Phil up and down like so much fresh meat. Then I showed him around the basement, the back yard and the garage and we began to finalize our plans. We finished just before noon and we went back to my place for lunch. As we entered, I called out to Mom that I was home and she came out of the den naked to greet me.

She took one look at Phil and screamed as she covered her tits and pussy with her arms and hands. She turned and ran up the stairs to her room yelling something I couldn’t quite make out. I didn’t know how to explain it to Phil who was smiling from ear to ear.

“There’s something going on here, Rick,” He said. “Your mom knew you were home and yet she came out to meet you with no clothes on. Yesterday, you said you see Jan naked all the time, as well. Are you all nudists or something?” He asked.

“Something like that, Phil, I just can’t get into it now. Remember,” I said. “I agreed to keep the secret about your sister? Well, I need you to keep this to yourself the same way. I think you can guess how important it is to me.”

“No problem, you have my word. Wow, your mom sure is hot. I had no idea she was so gorgeous. Now I’ve got two fantasies to jerk off to. Excuse me, but, boy, I hope I can see that again one day.”

“Well, play your cards right with Jan, and don’t come on like some macho jerk. I’m pretty sure you’ll be happy you did.”

“What do mean by that?” He asked.

“Nothing, she likes you and she’s a big girl now,” I said. “I think I need to talk to my mom now. Let’s call it a day and I’ll see you at Magda’s again in the morning.”

Phil agreed and left for home and I went straight upstairs to find mom. She was in her room brushing her hair franticly in front of her vanity. She was wearing her bathrobe and I took the brush from her hand and continued grooming her hair. The stark expression on her face softened a bit, as I bent down and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled of fresh shampoo and I continued to I brush it with care.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Mom. It’s all my fault for not warning you in advance. Phil thinks we’re all secret nudists, nothing worse. He also had no idea how gorgeous you were. His words. He’ll probably rub himself raw tonight just thinking about you.”

“Please, don’t worry about him talking, he won’t. As it happens, he confided in me yesterday about how he’s been having sex with his own sister. I reminded him of that when I told him to keep quiet.”

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The cup jerked, spilling coffee over my jeans as I jumped with shock when a loud knock came from the front door.

Damn! I stood and pulled my jeans away from my legs. The wet patches cooled quickly. Grabbing a damp sponge from the sink, I dabbed it against the denim.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. Hold ya horses. I’m coming. I growled under my breath. Throwing the sponge back into the sink, I walked to the front door being careful not to walk into any new cobwebs. I’d tried to get them all with the vacuum cleaner earlier, but each time I’d spotted a spider it had seen me first and sprinted for the nearest crack in the rotting timbers.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. I grabbed the loose doorknob, wrenched it and angrily opened the door. “Gee, have some patience will y…” Open-mouthed, I stared at black eyes. Black?

“Hello, I’m Kevin. I’m here to ask you if you’d like to pur…”

A loud crash from within the house stopped him.

“Oh no!” I ran back through the house. In the centre of the lounge was a pile of chandelier pieces, the ladder and a grey and white striped furry object that twitched.

“Tabitha! You wretched cat! Now look what you’ve gone and done!”

At a chuckle from behind, I spun around on one foot, “How dare y… Oh!” Having turned so fast, I found myself gravitating towards the floor. I would have hit the newly cleaned wooden floorboards hard if my intruder’s quick reactions had not stopped me. Instead, I found myself cradled in his arms as he leaned forward and scooped me up.

They are black! I looked into his eyes realising that I had not been mistaken. He looked down at me; his arms held me in a steady grip. When he smiled, I saw his front left tooth had a tiny chip. I was mesmerised, wondering how it had broken.

“Are you okay now?” His warm velvet voice slipped through my thoughts as he placed my feet back on the ground with infinite care.

“I’m fine,” I stood, brushing my clothes straight with my hands, determined not to look into his eyes again. “The wretched cat has ruined the chandelier. I’ll never be able to afford to have it repaired or replaced.”

“Never mind, it’s only a materialistic object. At least you weren’t broken irreparably.” I couldn’t help a sideways glance, then instantly regretted it as he caught me looking and winked.

“What did you want me for… What was your name again?”

He straightened himself, then held his hand out towards her. “My name is Kevin Saunders. I was here to ask if you’d like a demonstration of our latest vacuuming system.”

I shook his hand. “Julie. No, thanks. My vacuum cleaner works just fine.”

“Yes, I can see.” From the look he cast around the lounge, I knew he wasn’t impressed.

“It’s an old house. I’ve only just bought it and moved in. The last owners died and nobody has been living here or caring for the property in the last 12 years or so.” I felt an odd need to explain to him. “I bought it for a bargain and that was probably because nobody else wants to live so far away from civilisation when winter snows hit.”

“Ah. I understand. That’s why the outside looks as if it could fall over in the next gust of wind. And why the inside looks like something from The Addams Family. I fully expect to see Morticia and Gomez walk in through those swing doors.” He nodded his head at my pride and joy. The perfectly matched swing doors leading to the dining room were made of natural wood. I had polished the rich wood and cleaned the glass only this morning. Restoring the house to its original condition was my one aim in life. It was damn hard work and I realised to my vexation, the doors were covered in cobwebs again.

My sigh must have been clearly audible as Kevin patted me gently on the shoulder. “Don’t worry dear, I have just the answer for you.” I watched as he left the room and strode up the hallway. Then I listened to his grunt of effort as he struggled to open the front door. Within seconds he was standing in front of me again, a look of confusion etched across his brow. His eyebrows almost drew together as he asked, “Is there Akbatı Escort another way out, the door handle appears to have come away from the door.” He proved it to me by holding the whole handle out for my inspection.

“Oh no. Not again.” This time, I heard my own sigh. “That’s the third time this week the door handle has come off.”

“Do you have a toolbox, I can put it back on in a jiffy,” he smiled.

“No. Sorry, I don’t have a toolbox.”

“A loose screwdriver somewhere perhaps?” The brows rose a little.

“No. Sorry, I don’t have a loose screwdriver either.”

“Hmm. Oh well, never mind. Can you direct me to another exit and I’ll bring my vacuum system inside and demonstrate its abilities for you?”

“No. There is no other exit.”

“No other exit? No back door?”

“No back door.”

“Okay. Don’t worry, I’ll simply climb out a window.” He turned and looked at the windows running along the length of the lounge. “Don’t tell me,” I heard him muttering.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but the windows are double glazed.”

His look of curiosity changed to dawning astonishment. He was trapped inside the house. “There’s no way out?”

“That’s right.”

“We’re stuck inside?”

“Yes.”

“But I have to leave.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s no way out of the house until somebody lets us out through the front door.”

“Okay. Well that’s not such a big problem. We can phone somebody,” his smile was back in place and relief eased the creases on his forehead.

“There’s one problem with that.” I really didn’t want to tell him.

“What’s the problem?” Wariness was back.

“There’s no phone.”

“No phone!” He yelled. The cat hissed, scratched a deep gash on my shin, ran off out the lounge door, down the hallway, then scrambled up the back staircase.

“Ouch!” I shouted in pain.

“No phone! You have got to be joking!”

“Stop shouting. We can’t do anything about it. There’s no way out until tomorrow. The postman will deliver the mail to the door. We’ll get him to help open the door from the outside. It’s not the first time.”

Kevin walked to the old moth-eaten armchair and promptly dropped his tall body into it. “I can’t believe there’s no way out. I’ve never in my life been in a house with no way of getting out before. I’m trapped.”

I didn’t think it wise to speak for a little while. I concentrated on clearing up the chandelier and ladder. The ladder for the most part looked all right. The bottom two rungs looked a little loose. I made a mental addition to the list in my head, get ladder fixed. It seemed never ending, the amount of chores I needed to do to get this house back in order.

“It’s gone dark outside.” He spoke from the chair.

“Yes it usually does at this time of night.” I watched as he looked at his wristwatch.

“Good grief! It’s after 9!” He bounced up from the chair, looked around, realised he wasn’t going anywhere then plonked himself back down into the chair. “Oh well. I guess we’d best make the most of it. I’m starving, what’s for dinner?”

“I haven’t given dinner a thought. Have a look in the kitchen and see if there’s anything that takes your fancy.”

He looked relieved he had something to do. When I joined him quarter of an hour later, he had a green salad sitting on the bench top and was busy making omelettes.

“Mm that smells delicious,” I closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of sage and eggs wafting around the kitchen. “I’ll go and wash up.”

I was lucky, the plumbing and the kitchen were the first things I’d had fixed. I shuddered when I thought what would have happened if Kevin had become locked in last week when I didn’t even have running hot water.

When I returned to the kitchen, I was surprised. Kevin had set the table and found a couple of candles. He’d stuck them in the old tarnished silver candleholder from the lounge. Their flame lent a warm comfortable glow to the kitchen. I smiled and sat on the chair he pulled out for me.

We ate Akbatı Escort Bayan and chatted. “I’ve been thinking about which room to give you for the night. I’ve only managed to clean out my room upstairs. The rest are covered in dust and cobwebs.”

“That’s okay, I’ll share yours,” his eyes twinkled.

“Like heck you will,” I retorted. “You can sleep on the couch in the lounge. I’ll make it up for you after dinner.”

“God, that old thing? It’ll fall apart if I touch it.”

“No, it won’t fall apart. It’s solid as rock. I slept on it last week.” I didn’t bother to tell him I still carried the bruises on my hip from the hard wooden board under the cushions. I figured he’d find out about that soon enough.

It was late by the time we had cleaned up the kitchen and made up the couch into his makeshift bed. The rain that had held off all day had begun pelting down. It hit the windows with such force I was thankful they were double-glazed.

I sank into my four-poster, grateful at last to rest. My body ached from spending so much time on my hands and knees scrubbing and cleaning the wooden floor. Kevin hadn’t mentioned it, but I knew the lounge floor looked wonderful. It had been worth the effort. I didn’t want to think about removing the cobwebs, yet again, from the lounge. I’d begun to think that I’d have to get a bug exterminator in to spray the entire house. It was an expense I couldn’t really afford.

I turned over, cleared my mind of thoughts of the house and listened to the rain. Within minutes I was sound asleep.

An hour later a loud ear-piercing shriek woke me. It took me a few minutes to recall Kevin was downstairs. I climbed wearily from the bed, slipped my feet into my comfortable worn fluffy slippers and trudged down the staircase, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

He stood at the lounge doorway, anger ricocheting from his body to mine.

“What’s the matter?”

“Your cat just jumped from the ceiling onto the centre of my stomach while I was sleeping!”

“It’s not my cat. It’s a stray. And it can’t get up onto the ceiling. There’s no way up there. You must have had a bad dream or something.” I turned to go back up the stairs.

“Don’t leave me down here with the cat! It’s got a really nasty streak I tell you.”

“Look the cat won’t hurt you. It’s just a cat for goodness sake. Go back to bed and sleep. I’m tired. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to bed.” I was halfway up the stairway before he caught me, his hand gripping my arm.

“You’re not leaving me here with that monster. Either you stay with me, or I stay with you. Which is it to be?” His eyes glittered.

There must have been an answer in my eyes. Without warning, he scooped me in his arms, kissed me hard, and took the stairs two at a time.

“Where is your room?” His foot kicked open door after door in his haste. “Never mind, I’ll find it,” his voice gruffly echoed in the hall. I was breathing heavily by the time we reached my room and his heart beat fast under my hand.

When he dropped me onto the bed, I landed in a tumbled pile unable to utter a single word as his body followed me down and his mouth closed over mine. I should have pushed him away, but my back was already arching off the bed pushing against him. My hands were pulling his shirt from his trousers, my fingertips itching to touch him. As my palms reached his skin, I stroked his back gently, lightly scraping it with my fingernails.

His kiss gentled and his tongue traced my lips. I moaned aloud, my hips pressing against his hardened body. He lingered, pleasuring me until I was insane with need. When he slid into my body, it was as perfect as nature intended. Slick and slow. I begged him not to stop.

His tongue slipped inside, moving back and forth in time with his hard cock. He pushed in deeply then stopped. I gasped as his warm mouth left mine and covered my nipple. A tiny bite sent shards of excitement directly to my pussy. My muscles clamped against his cock as one sensation after another rippled Escort Akbatı through my body.

When he lifted my arms above my head and held them with one strong hand, frustration angered me as it quickly dawned I could no longer touch his body.

“Let me go. Please let me go. I want to touch you,” I begged him.

“I’ll let you go soon,” his answer whispered against my chest as his tongue licked the nipple he had bitten.

“It’s not fair, I want to feel your skin under my hands. I need to touch you.”

“You will, soon enough.”

I growled under my breath, my body squirmed as he pressed himself deeper.

“Oh Kevin, please let me go.” It wasn’t beneath me to beg. I didn’t bother trying to hide the fact that I wanted to touch him, needed to touch him badly.

“No. Now be quiet.” His tone demanded my attention. I didn’t disappoint him. I quietened, whimpering only when he pulled away from my body.

“Keep your arms on the pillow. Do not move them unless I give you permission.”

It was hell keeping them on the pillow. Pure hell. His tongue slid over every inch of my body, right down to my instep. Pleasure swelled from my foot up the inside of my leg, ending where he had been deep inside me only moments before. I moaned with need. I wanted to feel him inside me again.

His tongue slid upwards… behind my knee at that oh so sensitive spot. He stayed there interminably, teasing me, listening to me beg him to stop.

When he moved higher, I closed my eyes and opened my legs. His warm breath moved upwards, my whimpering grew louder. Gently he parted my nether lips with his fingers, my hand moved and my fingers found and held his head.

“No hands.” I expected him to growl, he didn’t. He brushed my hand away. It was then that I felt his warm slippery tongue lightly stroking my clit. I called out as sheer pleasure heated my body. Very slowly, he licked up one side of my dripping slit and down the other side. I was trembling so much that he bent my knees upward, holding them in place with his broad shoulders. He circled my clit with his tongue, driving me wild. My head thrashed from side to side on the pillow.

“Please… Please don’t stop,” the suddenly deep voice was my own.

As his tongue slid inside, I cried out “Oh yes! Oh Kevin, don’t stop! Fuck me. Fuck me, please!”

His tongue moved faster and faster, in and out of my body. My pussy clamped on his tongue as hard contractions wracked my body. My chest heaved with the effort of breathing as he licked and sucked the nectar dripping from my body.

Finally, he moved up the bed and looked down at me grinning. “You can move your hands now dear.”

I could have kept them on the pillow just to tease him, but I didn’t. As my hands slid down the length of his back and came to rest on his buttocks, he slid his cock into me once again. There was no hesitation and no holding back. This time he thrust hard and fast and his body shook with spasms as he came. He collapsed on the bed beside me, our bodies still touching, still joined. He cradled my head on his shoulder, and kissed my forehead softly. I drifted to sleep, exhausted to awaken in the early hours of the morning with a gentle tugging on my breast. I looked down, straight into twinkling black eyes.

“So,” he said as my aroused nipple plopped from his mouth. “Would you like to buy a vacuum cleaner?”

In answer, I moved down the bed, tugging the white cotton sheet with me. I held his semi-erect cock in my hand. I looked up into his eyes, the blackness appeared to deepen and I watched as my tongue licked his tip. He grew hard as if chiselled from rock with that one lick. Surprised, I licked him again. His eyes narrowed and his cock trembled in my hand. When I softly placed my lips over him, he moaned. When I suckled him gently, his hips rose off the bed, his hands grabbed the back of my head and he thrust deep into my mouth. Almost choking, I moved my head faster and faster, suckling hard. He shuddered and his warm cum spurted into my mouth. I had no option but to swallow it, some dribbled down my chin. I ignored it as I sucked every last drop from him.

He kissed me deeply, his juices mixing with our kiss. “God you’re beautiful, and that was amazing. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned then mischievously added, “But I don’t think I have a need for a hoover.”

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When she walked into the Laundromat, my cock immediately was hard. She was petite, with long silky blond hair and a slender, mouth-watering figure. She was wearing extremely short cutoff denims and a clinging white halter top that showcased a pair of beautiful tits.

I watched her bend over and sort her whites from her colors in her wicker laundry basket, and my cock got harder than I thought possible. With that perfect ass sticking up in the air, I wanted to stick it up into her right then and there!

I was trying to figure out the best way to talk to her, when she let out a gasp. I looked over at her and asked her what was wrong.

“I get all the way here, and I left my change at home,” she replied in a sweet, melodious voice.

“I have a roll of quarters,” I replied, and pulled it out Feyzullah Escort of my pocket for her. She smiled, looking at the lump in my jeans, caused by my rigid dick.

We chatted as our clothes went through their cycles. Her name was Lucinda and she was an account executive. I told her my name and that I was a loan officer.

My cock hadn’t lost its stiffness, and was throbbing for release as I watched her fold up her panties and bras.

“Do you need a ride?” she asked me.

“No, thanks, I live a few blocks over. Why don’t you come with me for coffee?”

We got in her car and drove to my apartment. We had barely gotten in the door when she kissed me, pushing her twat into my aching groin.

“Thank you for your help, Ryder. Now I’d like to help Escort Feyzullah you out.”

She reached down and stroked the rampant rod through my jeans and both of us made quick work of stripping off our clothes.

We fell onto the couch, kissing, pushing our tongues into each other’s mouths like two teenagers in heat.

I spread her legs, looking at her furry cunt, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in it.

I lowered my head between her legs and tasted her dripping slit. I found her clit with my tongue and sucked and bit it. She screamed, “Oh, GOD, YES!!” and exploded into an orgasm, gushing her sweet, fresh pussy juice onto my tongue.

She pushed me back and took my hard cock in her perfect mouth. She sucked just the head at first, then Feyzullah Escort Bayan took my entire nine inches into her mouth.

I could feel the cum swelling up in my balls and knew I was going to cum, so I tried to move her head.

“I’m gonna shoot, I’m gonna cum,” I warned, but she just kept swirling her tongue around my cock while she fingered her cunt.

I shot my cum down her eager throat and she smiled as she pulled her mouth off my cock.

We kissed again as I got on top of her and teased the head of my cock around her cunt.

She begged, “Please, put it in, now!”

I felt no need to rush, but she took hold of my cock and put it at the entrance to her cunt. One thrust of her hips and I was up to my nuts in pussy paradise.

The way she massaged my iron pecker with her sweet tight little pussy, I knew I would give her the next cum blast within seconds.

“Come on, baby,” she whispered. “Give me your hot jizz. Shoot it all up in my cunt.”

That was enough to send me over the edge. I rammed into her like a steam engine as she came, spurting my seed at the same time!

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Chapter One

My name is Laura Fellatio and I really need to talk to someone about something that happened to me last Sunday. Well, that’s not really my name, of course. I’ve changed one or two details so that no one I know would recognise me for reasons that will soon become all too clear.

My thirty nine years on God’s green Earth have blessed me with two wonderful teenaged children, a can-do attitude and the sort of curvaceous, full, hour-glass figure that I know turns a lot of men’s heads.

Sunday means church for me and, like most of the ladies in our congregation, I like to put on my Sunday Best to make the occasion something special. Last Sunday this meant having my long, red hair done on Saturday, full make up, a pretty summer frock and high, strappy shoes. And, underneath it all I wore an expensive, matching ivory silk and lace bra, garter belt and panties and, of course, dark tan fully fashioned stockings.

As you might have guessed by now, I’m one of the stalwarts of our little flock, always ready to pitch in. Mostly this involves prayer and pastoral visits so it was no surprise to me when the minister came up to me after the morning family service and asked if I could pay a pastoral visit to a new member. And it was no surprise to my husband when I told him that he should get lunch for him and the kids and expect to see me when he saw me.

So, twenty minutes later I was parking my car at the address the minister had given me: 69 Rodeo Drive. A nice looking house in a nice looking area, with a new European sports car parked on the drive. I took just a minute to check my make-up and finger-comb my lustrous red hair in the vanity mirror behind the sun visor. I dabbed a dash of scent on my pulse points, opened the car door and swung my shapely legs out onto the street. Steeling myself to deal with whatever might come, I smoothed down my dress, marched up to the front door and rang the bell.

The door was opened by a tall young man of about twenty five. He wasn’t exactly dressed for church, but I couldn’t really complain: his tight jeans and crisp white T-shirt did show off his fine physique to excellent effect. I strongly believe that it doesn’t hurt to dress pleasingly, and he did look very pleasant to me. His smiling blue eyes ran appraisingly from my head to my feet and back again, causing my cheeks to redden just a touch.

“Yes?” He asked in a friendly tone. “What can I do for such a beautiful woman on this fine morning?” His sexy English accent nearly had my knees buckling.

“Dick Rockhardt?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and my door-stepping smile plastered in place. “I’m Mrs Laura Fellatio,” I held out my hand. He frowned, my name obviously meaning nothing to him. “From the First Avenue church?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, recognition dawning. “Great! I thought I recognised you!” he reached out and shook my hand in a strong, dry masculine handshake. “I wasn’t expecting…. I mean, thanks for coming round so quickly. You’d better come in.”

He led me inside and through to the lounge. Although everything was immaculate, it was clear from the décor that no woman lived here.

“Take a seat, Mrs…” he began gesturing to a pair of large, leather couches.

“Call me Laura,” I interrupted with a laugh. He nodded and smiled as I settled myself on the nearest couch and began to straighten the hem of my dress, pulling it towards my knees. It was a bit short for sitting on such a low couch and had ridden up quite a lot on my thighs when I had sat down.

“Laura… Fine,” he smiled, watching me intently as I settled myself. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Maybe later,” I replied, setting my clutch bag down beside my feet. “Unless you want…?”

“No, no, that’s fine,” he responded, although the fact that he was still standing suggested he was a bit nervous about something. I decided I needed to put him at his ease.

“Suppose you sit down and tell me why you asked for a pastoral visit?” I smiled, patting the couch beside me. Getting someone to sit next to you always creates a more intimate atmosphere, helps them to open up. And people, especially men, always respond to my smile. He nodded and sat down, his hip and knee brushing casually and tantalisingly against my own. “You’re new to the church, aren’t you? The area, too?”

“That I am,” he nodded. He was close enough for me to smell his uniquely masculine musk, and it was starting to make me feel a little heady, like I could cast caution to the wind.

“So, Dick, what can I do for you?” I repeated.

“Well,” he equivocated. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I’m not sure if I should…”

“Don’t worry. I’m not exactly inexperienced, I’m used to all sorts…” I gave him a gentle, reassuring pat on the knee.

“OK, if you’re sure?” I nodded and smiled broadly. “I’ve been coming to your church for the last few weeks…. I’m really enjoying it. Really, really enjoying it.”

“Good,” I reassured him.

“And I love the special effort that you and some of the other ladies make…”

“Thank you, we try,” I replied, thinking he meant the flowers, the coffee bar, the singing group.

“But bursa escort that’s really my problem. I mean, you ladies, you. And a few of the other ladies. You always look so….

“Yes?” I frowned, unsure where this was going.

“So hot….” I couldn’t conceal my surprise. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. “Sexy,” he qualified, in case I had been in any doubt. A hot flush blew over me. I was suddenly aware that a hint of the reinforced band at the top of one my stockings was showing and also aware of how close together we were sitting.

“And that’s the problem, really, Laura. I want to keep coming, but for the last few Sundays I’ve had a raging hard-on all through the service and all afternoon, and the only way I can get it to go away is to…”

“Masturbation is a sin!” I chided him. I blushed at my own words and dropped my eyes to his lap. Heavens! He wasn’t kidding about the hard-on! His jeans were bulging preposterously – I imagined it must have been quite painful.

“Yeah. But I can’t exactly keep spending my Sundays with an erection like the Eifel Tower either.”

“Want we need to do, Dick,” I declared, taking charge in the way that the whole congregation always valued so much. “Is find a way to solve your little… umm… quite big problem. We’ll start, as we always should, with prayer.” I paused and licked my lips. The next words were out before I even realised I was saying them. “So if you could drop your pants?”

“You what?” Dick laughed openly. I was a bit taken aback.

“Oh… um… Round these parts we always lay on hands when we pray,” I explained, recovering quickly, but still blushing. The words had come out on autopilot. We did indeed always pray in that way, but in this instance, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea?

“Well, if that’s the way it’s done round her…?”

“Well, at my age, it isn’t anything I haven’t already seen.” I tried to laugh it off and rally my self-confidence.

“OK,” he shrugged and stood. I could scarcely believe my eyes as his fingers quickly sped through his fly buttons and then dropped jeans and shorts in one smooth action.

Dick’s member sprung up, instantly at attention now it was freed of its constraints. He was well named. It was long, broad and velvety, with just the shortest thatch of well-trimmed hair where it merged into his balls and abdomen.

Dick sat once again beside me, the impact of him landing on the sofa causing my hemline to bounce up yet further, a suspender strap and a tiny patch of bare thigh now coming into view. I elected to ignore them for now as clearly I had bigger things to deal with.

“It’s like this for hours, every Sunday,” Dick explained once again, indicating his twitching manhood. If true, I could understand how that could be a problem.

I blew on the tips of my fingers, turned slightly towards him in order to use both hands in my ministry and, trying to still my racing heart, reached out towards his magnificent cock.

“Dear Lord,” I began, curling my left hand around his shaft, and cupping my right around his balls. His organs twitched and trembled excitedly beneath my palms and he his breaths had begun to come in pants. Sweat beaded on his brow. Maybe the Spirit was moving in him already?

“We thank you for the gift of sexuality, and for the pleasures and passions it blesses us with.” Dick was watching me intently, his attention torn, his eyes darting between my hands on his crotch, my stocking-clad thighs and the words spilling from my ruby-red lips. “Show mercy on our brother, Dick. Ease his affliction, bring him relief from his discomfort and sew the seed…”

“Oh!” I exclaimed, interrupting my prayer. Dick’s gasps had suddenly turned to groans as I had been speaking, and without any other warning thick ropes of white cum were spurting forth from his member, landing on my dress. I just froze. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there, my hands still clamped to his equipment, until his climax passed.

“I’m, umm, sorry about that….” Dick broke the ice. “But thanks… I needed that!”

“Umm, that’s alright. God moves in mysterious ways,” I let go of my grip on his softening member and began to check where his cum had landed. “Your erection is going down, after all, just as we prayed it might.”

“I think it’s just on your dress,” he pointed out where he could see it had fallen. He seemed to be right.

“It should be easy enough to rinse out,” I agreed. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Sure, down the hall, first on the right,” he gestured which way to go. I stood. “Hey, Laura, as it’s lunch time and your dress’ll take a while to dry off, do you want me to get you something to eat? It’s the least I can do.”

“That sounds like a plan,” I agreed as I began to make for the bathroom. He was so considerate.

“Tuna salad on rye?” He called after me.

“Perfect. And a glass of wine if you have any.” I’d decided that I needed a drink after that experience.

Chapter 2

It wasn’t every pastoral visit that led to me sitting eating a tuna sandwich at a handsome stranger’s breakfast bar, dressed only in just my very bursa escort bayan finest lingerie and a pair of four inch strappy stilettos, but I must confess that it was quite an enjoyable experience nonetheless.

I helped myself to another sip of wine to wash down the last bite of my sandwich.

“You know, you look amazing in that get up, Laura,” Dick remarked. He’d hardly taken his eyes off me for the last thirty minutes, ever since I’d walked back into the lounge in just my jewellery, my lingerie and stockings and my high heels. I hadn’t anything else to wear until my dress finished drying, and I wasn’t showing any more flesh than I would in a bikini, so it had seemed a perfectly reasonable thing to do. He’d put his boxer shorts back on to make lunch but had left it at that in order, he said, not to make me feel underdressed. These English guys could be such gentlemen.

“Thank you.” I responded graciously and with a slight blush. I tried to keep in shape, even if that shape was hour glass rather than stick insect.

“But I have to say, it looks like my little problem’s coming back,” he confessed, looking rather bashful. I peered round the counter top. He was right. The bulge seemed to be returning to his shorts. “What do you want to try next?”

“Next? I’m a married woman,” I replied. “This morning was just an unfortunate… Sexual relations are out of the question….” But still, I was already rather entranced both by the thought that I could have such an obvious effect on him and by fantasies about what we might do about it.

“Fair enough,” he nodded. Then he smiled, as though he’d just had an idea. “Hey, do you remember Bill and Monica?” How could I not? I nodded. “Well, apparently blowjobs don’t come under ‘sexual relations’. And I can’t go around all afternoon like this….”

He had a point. What was good enough for the POTUS was surely good enough for me? And Dick’s problem wasn’t getting any smaller. Even as I watched his cock was starting to emerge from his boxer shorts. It was my pastoral duty to minister to his needs as best I could. I’d taken on this task, I couldn’t back out now. Best not to overthink these things – just get on with it. It was the maxim that had got me through a hundred church bake sales.

I took another mouthful of wine to fortify my resolve, slipped from my stool and knelt on the floor beside him. He spun on his stool to face me and stood. His bulge was at eye level now, so, without further ado I pulled his shorts down and then set to work.

His cock seemed even bigger close up than it had in my hands, but still just as perfect. I started by teasing the end of it with my tongue, giving little nips with my lips between lips as I worked around the tip, cleaning off any traces of precum. Then I began to lick up and down its length. While my hand stole up to cup his balls, his began to massage my scalp. I looked up at him, as best I could manage without abandoning my task, and he smiled down at me.

“Oh, Laura, that’s just fantastic,” he encouraged me. I kissed the base of his shaft as reward, my hand leaving his balls just long enough to wrap around his shaft and give three slow, languorous strokes. He groaned in ecstasy. That was when I chose to close my lips around him and suck.

“Holy moley…!” Dick exclaimed. “You suck like a Hoover!”

But that wasn’t the only trick in my arsenal. I’ve been married for nearly twenty years, after all.

Up and down I went, sucking, licking, and rolling and fluttering my tongue against his shaft as I went. After a minute or three of ministering to him I could tell he was getting close by the salty taste of precum starting to overwhelm my taste buds.

“Laura… Laura….” He began to chant my name in slow heavy breaths and I knew it was time to back off if I didn’t want it to be all over in seconds. I pulled away. He groaned in disappointment.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I reassured him, before sucking down hard on him again. I had my reasons for doing so. I believe that spilling a man’s seed is wasteful and wrong. I didn’t want a repeat of this morning, when his cum had just spurted willy nilly about the place. And I also wanted to suck him dry, to make sure that this time his cock would stay flaccid when I was done, to fulfil my self-appointed pastoral mission to relieve his priapism.

I sucked hard once again, fluttering my tongue against him. That did the job – he cried out in pleasure, and at the same time my mouth filled with his warm, salty seed. But I didn’t stop sucking – I really was determined to ensure he was totally emptied this time. I knew I was getting there a minute or so later when he tried to pull away, his knees buckling as he begged for release from my mouth.

I decided that that was probably enough. I took mercy on him and let him slither out through my lips. I swallowed hard and stood, my huge grin matching his. Except, of course, for the fact that he had no trace of cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth.

“Wow, that was…. Incredible,” he complimented me, running his hands up and down my sides. When his fingers diverted to cup my escort bursa pussy I opened my mouth to object that we’d be having none of that. But he spoke first.

“Oh, Laura, you’re so wet!” I blushed. I didn’t like to think about how sexually excited I had got by parading about in my underwear and then sucking him off. I was on church business, after all, never mind the fact that I’m a happily married mother. “I know how expensive this sort of silk kit is – you ought to rinse your panties out straight away.”

I nodded. Not only did he have a point, it got me away from his wandering hands, hopefully long enough for his lust, and mine, to subside. As I turned and wiggled towards the door on my high heels he wolf whistled after me. “Don’t take too long, sexy,” he called as, heading through the door, I coquettishly flicked a glance back at him over my shoulder. What can I say? The wine had gone a bit to my head, bringing down a few of my barriers towards flirting like that with a strange man.

Chapter Three

“Dick!” I called out, trying to work out where he had gotten to while I was rinsing out my panties. I hadn’t taken too long over it – to be honest, a little, naughty part of me wanted to rush back into his presence, to see what might happen next.

“I’m in here,” he called from the next door down. I followed his voice and found myself in a well-appointed but clearly masculine bedroom, dominated by a black-sheeted king-sized bed. The drapes were drawn but numerous side lights provided ample illumination. He turned to face me as I walked in, his eyes clearly revelling in the fact that I was still dressed in just my jewellery, underwear and high heels, sans panties now, of course.

“I was looking for, umm, something for you to put on…” he explained. Not that he’d put anything on himself. Indeed, somewhere along the line he’d lost his T-shirt. His body was in amazing shape, like a male model.

But I had no time to dwell on that small detail: His old problem had also returned with a vengeance – his cock was pointing straight at me, as full and erect as it had been when I had first seen it, maybe an hour before.

“Again?” I asked, my voice betraying disbelief. Although in reality I must say I was more than a little excited. My husband had never been so turned on by me that he’d had three erections on the same day, far less three raging hard-ons in about an hour. I was pretty sure my juices were starting to flow again, my body desperately wanting this, even if my head said ‘no.’

“Sorry. Looks like we’ll have to try something else,” he replied sheepishly.

“Such as?” I had no idea what to do now. “I thought I’d drained you dry just five minutes ago! I’m married, remember? No way am I…”

“Well, you know the Pledge girls?” He asked, as though he had an idea as to what might work next.

“Hmm?” I confirmed my awareness of the girls who pledged not to have premarital sex.

“Well, apparently a lot of them reckon anal is OK. What about you…?”

“I… I dunno.” I was genuinely at my wits end, way beyond my comfort zone, and a little befuddled on the wine I’d drunk with lunch and ever so slight swept away in the eroticism of the situation. “I’ve never done it before. I guess if it doesn’t count as sexual relations with the Pledge people…?”

“Oh man…” He bounced about with excitement. “Your first time! All the better. You’ll love it. Come over here and kneel on the bed.”

In something of a haze, born of lust, alcohol and just plain being out of my depth, I followed Dick’s instructions, walking up to the edge of the bed and crawling onto it on my hands and knees. I looked up to find myself gazing into a nearby mirror. There was a slightly concerned look on my face and I could see my ample boobs dangling outrageously but still cupped in my silk bra. Further back I could see Dick kneeling behind my obviously stocking clad legs, fiddling with a bottle of something.

I felt a cold wetness on my ass and gasped in shock and surprise.

“Lube, we’ll need it,” Dick explained and I gasped again as what I assumed was his finger, began to slip slowly in and out of my ass.

“I’m just spreading the lube about a bit and opening you up,” he explained in a deeply reassuring voice. “Best not to rush these things.”

Just then a small light, blinking on the table in front of me, suddenly caught my attention.

“What’s that little light?” I asked, instantly curious.

“Video camera. Don’t worry about it and keep looking into the mirror. I want to see your expression when I enter you. You’ll enjoy it too.”

“Don’t worry!?” I exclaimed, suddenly wondering why he was recording this. But I had no time to pursue my line of questioning because at that moment an explosion of sensations gripped my virgin ass. It felt like something enormous had just pushed past my sphincter and, lube or not, a jolt of pain shot through me at the unfamiliar sensations. In the mirror I could see my eyes widening, my mouth opening to an O to exhale my long, loud gasp. I also caught sight of my stocking and stiletto clad feet lifting involuntarily from the bed as my body responded, arching and tensing to and try to accommodate his cock. My hand briefly went back to the source of the pain, but the discomfort was already fading, to be replaced by a strange, exquisite pleasure like nothing else I had ever felt before.

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All characters in this story are over 18. Thanks to the lovely SimplySilver for her inspiration and assistance with this and other stories.

*****

I want to tell you a story, and it’s all true except for the parts I made up.

My phone rings just as I sit down in the lunch room. And I see Lucy’s name and I know, know with absolute clarity, that she’s going to torment me mercilessly. And I pretend to consider not answering, and as I pretend to consider my fingers are acting for me, unlocking your phone, tapping the answer button.

“Hell-OOOOO, sweetness!” Lucy says, sounding entirely too cheerful. “How are you today?”

“Would it matter if I said this was a bad time to tease me?” I ask.

“Of course!” Lucy says. “Those are the best times to tease you, why? Is now a terrible time? Are you all pent-up and horny? Would teasing you now make it so much worse?”

“Oh, god,” I whisper through gritted teeth, “you have no idea.”

“Oh, good,” Lucy says, “because I want to tell you a story about me getting really…thoroughly…gloriously…fucked. Hard. Fast. Repeatedly. That wouldn’t…bother you, would it?”

“No,” I say, meaning ‘yes’, and then I add “Yes. No. Yes. Oh just tell me you fucking tease.”

“Such language,” Lucy gasps, affecting an outrageously fake tone of shock and horror. “Someone needs a spanking. But we’ll get to that later. First I want to tell you about this boy. This was long before I met my sweet little sub, back in my college days. And it’s almost excruciatingly vanilla, but it’s, um, really enthusiastically vanilla, so I think that helps. You see, I’d been dating this boy. Who was kind. And sweet. And polite. And nice. And gentle. Really gentle. ANNOYINGLY GENTLE. Especially in bed. Every time. I really liked that he was nice, but do you know how fucking frustrating it is to have a boy who treats you like a china doll in bed? He’d be making slow, sweet love and I’d want to fucking fuck!”

“Oh,” I say, crossing my legs, glancing around to make sure nobody is near enough to overhear your words or pick up on your body language.

“I’d try to encourage him to be more…vigorous,” Lucy says, “and he’d just say he wanted to be sure I knew he respected me and didn’t want to hurt me. And there’s only so many ways I can say I’d respect you more if you’d bang me like a screen door in a hurricane.”

“Oh,” I say again, conscious that I’m starting to blush just a little.

“MEN!” Lucy snarls. “Honestly. Making slow, sweet love is nice once in awhile but most of the time? I want to get well and truly and enthusiastically and gloriously laid. I want to be ridden hard and put away wet. I want to cum until I can’t see straight. I want to-“

“I get it!” I say, trying to control my breathing. My pants are starting to feel distressingly tight and I know it’s only going to get much, much worse from here.

“Oh, good,” Lucy says. “So you’ll understand why I did what I did next, then.”

“What did you do next?” I ask, after a long five seconds of silence, knowing Lucy’s toying with me, making me ask the question and yet I can’t stop myself from playing along.

“I. Teased. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Him.” Lucy says. “For an entire week. I’d wear revealing outfits that were cut low and skirts that rode high and I always found opportunities to bend over or kneel down or let him catch me coming out of the shower. And I kept having reasons we couldn’t have sex for the week. All of them were plausible reasons, too. And he was too nice to push it. So by the end of the week he was almost as frustrated as I was. It turns out that, when I want to, I can be just a little bit of a tease, lover.”

“I’d never have guessed,” I growl.

“I know, right?” Lucy giggles. “And then, on the weekend, I woke him up with a blowjob. Long and slow and sweet. And he really enjoyed it even though normally he feels like he’s taking advantage of me when I go down on him because blah blah something something I didn’t pay attention. But this time he was so fucking horny he didn’t object. And I got him riiiiight up to the edge where he was just about to blow a week’s worth of Küçükköy Escort sexual frustration all over me. And then my phone rang. And it rang because I’d prearranged it on a timer.”

“Oh you evil little tease,” I say. “That poor boy.”

“That poor boy,” Lucy purrs, “almost lost his damn mind. Because I answered the phone and made concerned noises and then I told him there was an emergency and I had to go and I was so, so sorry but I knew he’d understand because he was so sweet and gentle. And he really was sweet and gentle and nice and so he didn’t scream at the top of his lungs. But he really, really wanted to.”

“And that’s it?” I ask. “You left him there to learn his lesson?”

“Sweetness,” Lucy purrs, “I didn’t leave him there for two minutes. I walked down to the front door and opened it and closed it so he’d think I was gone and then I walked back up to the bedroom and on the way I got rid of things I didn’t need. Like clothes. Those were all gone by the time I got back. Because I wanted to make it really, really, REALLY obvious what I wanted.”

“Oh,” I say, swallowing hard, and now I’m really blushing.

“I wanted to fuck,” Lucy says, cheerfully. “You know, in case that wasn’t clear.”

“I figured it out.” I say.

“Mmmm…” Lucy says, “so did he. When I got back he was busy jerking off. He couldn’t keep his hands off himself after all the damage I’d done. And then he looked up and saw me standing there, naked and smiling, and he just knew. He knew why I’d been teasing him, he knew my excuse to leave was made up, he knew exactly what I wanted. And I had this whooooooole speech prepared about how maybe now he’d understand that I wanted him to fuck like a rabbit on viagra. And I didn’t get one word out. He was up and walking towards me and he had this look in his eye that was…wild. Feral. Predatory. You would not believe how fucking wet I got just watching him stalk towards me like that.”

“I think I might,” I say, legs clenching together hard.

“Oh,” Lucy purrs, “am I getting you hard, lover? Should I stop talking? Let you get through your lunch break without finding out just what happened next?”

“I hate you so much,” I whisper, clearly not meaning it at all. “I have to stay late today. For a pointless staff meeting.”

“Well then,” Lucy whispers, “I should give you something to think about, shouldn’t I? You know, while you’re stuck in a staff meeting not getting laid?”

“Tell me,” I growl, “or I swear to god I’ll strangle you.”

“You want me to tease you silly?” Lucy asks. “Well, if you insist. So there I was, naked and horny and I was all ready for him to grab me and throw me on the bed. And he didn’t. He picked me up and pushed me up against the wall and lined his cock up and I barely had a second to realize what he was doing and then he was doing it. He thrust in nice and hard and I was soaking wet and he went in deep and it felt so…fucking…good. After weeks of slow, gentle lovemaking he fucked me like he wanted to fuck me right through the wall. He pounded me so hard pictures fell off their hooks. And I was all ready to urge him on but he didn’t need any urging. All I could do is wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on and that’s what I did and oh god it was nice. Before I was always urging him on and trying to think of what to say to get him to be wilder and now he was giving me the wild and crazy fuck that I needed and I was gasping and moaning and my legs were clenching around him and I think I was scratching the hell out of his back but I don’t honestly know because my naughty little cunt was too busy telling me how much she liked what was happening to her. I have no idea what I was saying but my sweet little pussy was screaming OH…FUCK…YESSSSSSS!”

“Jesus,” I say, my hips shifting involuntarily as I lean in over the table, bringing my hand up to shield my face, knowing full well that anyone who looks at me will see the unmistakable expression of a desperately horny man who really wants to get off.

“I might’ve said that,” Lucy says. “Can’t really remember. It was just this warm haze Küçükköy Escort Bayan of passion and moaning and screaming and then, before I even realized it, I was cumming nice and hard around him and that made him cum nice and deep inside me. And it was fantastic. Lover, go without getting off for a few weeks, especially if you have to have slow, soft, gentle sex regularly during that time, and you’ll understand how hard I came. You ever see a video of a volcano exploding? It was like that, except stronger. And more enjoyable.”

“Oh you little tease,” I say. “I need an ice bath now.”

“Oh sweetness,” Lucy giggles, “we’re just getting started. Because after a week like that he wasn’t going to be finished with me that fast.”

“After a week like that,” I say, covering my mouth with one hand so nobody can see my expression, “I’d have chained you to an overactive sybian for an hour. As an appetizer.”

“Mmm…such a lovely idea,” Lucy purrs. “I might go take a ride after this. You know, while you’re in your staff meeting and I’m having mindblowing orgasms.”

“You enjoy making this worse, don’t you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

“So, so much,” Lucy purrs. “So anyway, where was I? Oh right, I’d just had my brains fucked out against a wall. And then he came and I thought he’d, like, fall to his knees and apologize or something, but oh dear, I think I broke something in that poor boy that day. Because he didn’t give me any time to recover at all. He let me down, carried me to the bed, put me down on it and then dropped to his knees and I thought he was going to apologize but he was just looking for my toy. A nice dildo I’d bought in a vain effort to get him to screw me silly earlier. It was nice and hard and just a biiiiit bigger than he was because I thought that might spur him on, and it didn’t at the time but oh my dear lord did it do the job now. Because he couldn’t get hard again that fast but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from giving me no rest. And my legs were sort of spread open by reflex and then he leaned in over me and teased the tip up and down once and then thrust in and oh dear god, what that did to my oversensitive little pussy doesn’t bear repeating. I let out this little half-gasp half-moan and started to say something and then he fucking growled at me. It was wild. It was primal. It was so…fucking…hot. And before that I wasn’t sure I was ready to cum again and then he did that and I was like yes, I am ready to cum again and then he clicked the button on the base that started it vibrating and all of a sudden I was really, really, really ready to cum again, which was good because he wasn’t stopping. Or paying much attention to anything but fucking me silly. It turns out that when you tease a boy for a week and then before that you buy a sex toy that you tell him is just a little bigger than he is it makes him, oh, what’s a good way to put it?”

“Completely fucking insane?” I say. “A total, sex-obsessed lunatic?”

“That’s a good way to put it,” Lucy giggles.

“I meant you,” I growl.

“That too,” she says. “So anyway, he kept driving this nice, hard, vibrating length deep into me and I’m moaning and squirming and gasping and then he finds exactly where he should thrust it and drives it in there and oh dear god did I have a monster climax. It was nice. It was divine. It was just what I needed. And it was just the start.”

“Someone somewhere needs to explain the concept of chastity to you,” I say, trying hard not to look around, afraid I’ll meet a colleague’s eye.

“Heard of that,” Lucy says. “It sounds unpleasant. So anyway, I came nice and hard and apparently I put on quite a performance because he started getting hard again. And I thought oh good, he’s going to fuck me again but apparently I’d been a little too much of a tease because he wanted to see me suffer.”

“I can’t imagine why anyone would want to see that,” I say, very much wanting to see Lucy suffer soon.

“Right?” Lucy says. “I’m sweet and innocent. Now where was I? You made me lose my train of thought.”

“Sweet and innocent Escort Küçükköy little you had just cum screaming with a vibrating dildo stuffed up your-“

“Oh, right!” Lucy giggles. “It turns out that little toy had more than one setting. Which I knew, but I’d forgotten about right then because I was too busy having really awesome sex. You know, the kind you’re not having because staff meetings are important or something?”

I let out a little strangled noise halfway between a sob and a death threat, knowing it’ll only encourage Lucy more, and that’s exactly what it does.

“So apparently, even though I’d forgotten the toy had multiple settings, he hadn’t. I’d shown him, back when I was trying to persuade him to fuck me properly, and apparently I’d…made an impression. It had five settings, and the first two were perfectly lovely and the third was a little strong. He flipped it all the way to five instantly and oh my fucking god, it was like having my brain vibrated.”

“I’m pretty sure,” I say, “that your brain is, in fact, located in your-“

“And it felt sooooo gooooood,” she continues, blithely ignoring me. “Not just the feeling but the fact that my sweet, nice, gentle boy was so crazy out of his mind horny that he was doing it. It was this magical kind of pleasurable torture and I fucking loved it. And he kept working me over with it and I wish I could say I had another mammoth climax but it was more like a ripple of little ones that just didn’t stop until at last he drew it out and tossed it off to the side and I thought oh thank god, I don’t think I can take any more and I looked up to thank him and realized we were so very much not done.”

“He was standing there,” she says, clearly enjoying the memory, “and he was nice and hard and clearly eager to fuck again but he was maybe starting to feel just a little guilty, because he really was nice and soft and sweet and gentle and I’d just driven him out of his fucking mind and he was feeling bad for giving me the best sex I’d had in aaaaaaaaages. But he was still really, achingly, desperately hard. And if I’d told him I couldn’t take any more he’d have understood. But I didn’t want him to understand. I didn’t want him to treat me like a sweet little virginal good girl. I wanted him to finally fuck me like a bad girl. And so I flipped over and told him that my naughty little cunt couldn’t take any more, but my tight…little…ass wouldn’t mind being fucked. If, of course, he was in the mood to be naughty.”

“And? ” I ask, after Lucy lets that little tease hang there in the air. “Was he?”

“Mmmmhmmmmmmmm,” Lucy purrs. “I’m lucky he listened when I told him to lube himself up first. And then he put his cock right there and he was clearly hesitating, remembering that he was supposed to be gentle and also remembering how hard I’d cum when he hadn’t been gentle, and I arched my back and cupped my breasts and teased my nipples as I turned just a little bit. And I told him to stop being a good boy and fuck me like he meant it. And. He. Did.”

“I couldn’t cum again,” she says, “not after all those orgasms before. But I didn’t mind even a little. It was still really…really…nice. He wasn’t as wild as the first time but he was a hell of a lot more wild than he’d been before, and that was just what I needed. He lasted a long time, too, and I made sure he enjoyed it, wiggling and moaning and putting on a show. And I wasn’t acting very much, I was really loving it, and I was really, really vocal. Before he’d thought I was just pretending to enjoy it for his sake but this time I think I finally convinced him that I wasn’t just putting up with fucking. I. Love. To. Fuck. And when he came he came so hard he almost fell over. I wore that poor man out. And it was magical. And do you know the only thing more magical than that, sweetness?”

“What?” I growl, my toes curling inside my shoes. My cock is achingly hard, desperate for a release it won’t have for a good long while yet, and I’m going to need more than a few moments just to be able to stand up without it standing out like a flagpole.

“Why a staff meeting, of course!” Lucy says. “What could be more exciting than that? I’ll leave you to it now. I have a date with my sub and a sybian and a whole lot of orgasms. It won’t be as fun as a staff meeting but somehow…I think we’ll make do.”

And the phone goes dead in my hand. It’s a full minute before I can unclench enough to put it away.

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Pt. 03 — Christian and Toni

Tonia left the bathroom as her father/master went back down stairs, she looked over her shoulder at his naked form descending the stairs. She had never looked at his bum before, well, she told herself, you don’t do you? She was surprised by how neat and tight it was, with dimples at the tops of his thighs. Then he went out of sight around the bend in the staircase and she forced her mind back to the task in hand.

She paused at the door to her parent’s bedroom and knocked. The door opened slightly and her brother Christian looked out at her.

“Yes?”

“My master has a message for your mistress.”

The door shut — rather unnecessarily, Tonia thought, then after a long few moments opened fully, Christian holding it for her.

Tonia walked past him into her parents’ spacious bedroom, lit only by the bedside lights. Like herself Chris was naked. His skin still held a little of last summer’s tan, from working outside at the garden centre, she let her eyes slide down his torso to his cock hanging between his muscular thighs. As a brother and sister they had grown up with near and occasional complete nudity, but this was the first time that Tonia was aware of actually checking out her brother’s package, and she realised in that area Chris compared favourably with her father.

She turned to look at the bed where her mother waited. Before she lowered her eyes — as a good slave should – she took in the whole image of her mother sitting on top of the sheets on her bed, reclining comfortably nude against heaped pillows. Unconsciously she reflected the regal way her father had posed the night before. But the robe Toni had worn earlier at breakfast had gone, and her mother was exposed in all her luscious glory.

Like Chris, Tonia was used to seeing Toni in a bikini or even just bikini bottoms, but this morning it was as if her sexual awakening at the hands of her father had caused the scales to fall from her eyes and she took in her mother’s full breasts, still sitting firm and high – with just enough sag – on her chest with large dark brown nipples, and a taut tummy, before sliding down to see a tiny trimmed strip on her pussy.

“Well?” Tonia was interrupted by her mother, who reached out and stroked Christian’s arm as he stood next to the bed, as she spoke.

“Mistress, my master invites you to a naked lunch, and he invites you to bring your slave with you.”

“And who is making this lunch?”

“Mistress, this slave will prepare it.”

“Very good slave, but I shall send my slave to help you. Suggest to your master that we meet_” Toni looked at the clock beside the bed, “At twelve, in the snug. Will that be enough time slaves? Three-quarters of an hour?”

Tonia flicked a glance at Chris, who gave such a slight nod that anyone except for Tonia might have missed, “Yes Mistress, this slave was planning some soup, and baguettes, with sandwiches, if that would be acceptable?”

“Yes I think it would. You may both go now.” And with an airy wave she dismissed them.

In the kitchen they started opening cupboards, and putting food on the central island.

“Tomato soup, some of those part-baked baguettes. I will get the bread in — start slicing some of that farm house loaf Chris, and we’ll do some ham and some salmon sandwiches.” Tonia started nibbling at a crust off the loaf, “Should I do a salad?” She asked when she realised her brother was just looking at her. “What?”

“Well? How was it?” He asked, grinning, good naturedly.

For a second Tonia’s head was full of the task of making lunch, then like a flood it all rushed back to her, “Oh God Christian!,” She paused in what she was doing, “It was just wonderful, fucking incredible!”

“Everything you wanted?” Christian loved his sister’s enthusiasm.

Tonia slid the part-baked bread into the oven and closed the door, “Oh yes, all that and more! This little girl got fucked good. How was your evening?”

“A gentleman doesn’t tell,” he told her with a straight face.

Tonia fixed him with her fiercest glare as she grabbed a wooden spoon from the table, “Don’t make me assume my ultimate form, Christian!”

It was a threat they had both used on each other over the years, but threatened by his sister’s upraised wooden spoon, Chris gave in.

Christian laughed, “Oh, it was pretty bloody good!

“After you went into the sitting room with dad, mum made me wait on the landing while she set up in their room.

“It was a bit like waiting for a bollocking. I mean I was dressed in just two pieces of chamois leather, but it was still like being outside old Jackson’s office at school.”

Tonia nodded, Mr Jackson was their deputy head-teacher at school and he made kids wait outside his office to build up the nervous tension.

“So?” Tonia asked her brother again.

Christian reddened, looking really uncomfortable.

Tonia leapt in, “I swear Chris, if you don’t tell all, you won’t be able to see any of my friends with a telescope!”

“Jeez Tonia!” Christian was very popular with Tonia’s Sarıgazi Escort female friends, “It’s just — well, I don’t like talking about it.” And it was true Christian was well known amongst Tonia’s friends as being very discreet.

“Pleeease Chris?” his sister wheedled.

Christian was torn, but the bond between himself and his sister won out and he gave in. Tonia’s pulled lip and big brown eyes were far more effective than any threats to do with ultimate forms. “I’ll tell you what Tee, come to my room this evening, and I swear I will tell you everything.” He smiled as he buttered the bread for the sandwiches.

“What’s funny?” Tonia asked him.

“Well — er — I” her brother laughed, “Yeah, I ended up painting mum’s toe-nails.”

“Nooooo!” Tonia laughed.

“Yeah,” as he laughed Tonia noticed his cock jiggle, “Mum takes the word slave literally.”

“Here!” Tonia handed him a butcher’s apron, “Cover it up, I need to concentrate.” She laughed.

The oven pinged and they started building everything they needed for a Naked Soup & Sandwich Lunch.

Tonia and Christian carried the food into the room that the family called the Snug just before eleven. The Snug was the Corley’s family room with overstuffed sofas and chairs, it was the room where the family relaxed, unlike the sitting room where Tonia had spent the night before with her father. This was where they watched television, sometimes did homework, or just sat and hung out in.

They set the lunch things down on the large, solid coffee, and knelt on the cushions to wait for their parents.

Paul and Toni arrived together, and while it was a nude lunch, both arrived wearing open gowns, Paul his brown brocade silk dressing gown and Toni her pearl grey one. Despite the fact that they had both spent the night with different partners, there was a ‘togetherness’ about them as they walked into the snug. Paul held the door for his wife and she entered, he followed. They wore their nakedness like a crown, elegantly, proudly and blatantly sexual in intent, as if were the most natural thing for them to be so in front of their children. They sat together on the couch and indicated that their slaves should help feed them.

In between tending the needs of their ‘owners’, Paul indicated that Tonia and Christian should eat as well. The ‘slaves’ wolfed down sandwiches themselves. Tonia herself was starving.

Lunch done Paul indicated that Tonia should fetch the floor cushion she was sat on, and put it by his feet, which she did. Toni brought Christian to sit near her.

With everyone arranged Paul explained, “Your Mistress and I have no secrets between us, if one of us does something it is with the full knowledge_”

“And the consent_” Toni interjected

“Of the other.” He finished. “What has happened this week-end is extraordinary even by some of the things your mother and I have done. I have enjoyed it, at so many levels, and so has your mother. If we let it, it could change so many things about this family, and not always in a good way. You have both grown up into sensible human beings and I think we can trust you both to behave in an adult way.”

The ‘slaves’ nodded. “This has to be something that stays in family, not a word outside this house.” Paul told them gravely. “If either of you needs to talk about what happened between us — about how you’re feeling, if you’re conflicted – come and talk to us or talk to each other. We don’t know all the answers but we should be your first stop.”

“We’re not saying this will never happen again between us,” Toni went on, “But we’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it.”

Again Christian and Tonia nodded.

“So would you say that it was what you wanted?” Toni asked her daughter.

“Yes mistress and thank you so much for letting me be daddy’s slave last night.”

Toni nodded gracefully.

Paul placed his hand on Tonia’s head and said simply “Slave. I free you.”

“Thank you daddy,” she told him and kissed him deeply, and in a very undaughter-like way, in gratitude. As she lifted her head up Paul quickly flicked his eyes towards Toni. His daughter didn’t miss the hint.

Kneeling at her mother’s feet, Tonia took her mum’s hands and kissed them, all the time she kept eye contact with Toni, looking up to her mother. “Thank you mummy, for letting daddy be my present, and making this such a wonderful birthday.”

Toni closed her fingers gently holding Tonia’s hands and brought them up to her mouth kissing her daughter’s knuckles softly.

“My pleasure.” She said softly. But, Tonia realised, there was something else, something in her mother’s eyes. As all the family were nude or partly clothed it had slipped Tonia’s mind that she was naked. Her mother’s gaze was such that the eighteen-year old felt stripped bare. Her look was predatory and there was a hunger there, Tonia who had — up to that point – never even entertained the idea of being with another woman, realised once again just how much Toni exuded raw sexuality, Tonia blushed and looked down.

“I Escort Sarıgazi free you slave.” Toni’s voice said quietly.

“Thank you mummy.”

Christian’s manumission followed swiftly and after a half hour chatting between them Paul and Toni left their off-spring and retired to their own bed room. Tonia and Christian cleared the lunch things away and then, Christian helped Tonia tidy the sitting room.

“Well?” Tonia asked her husband as they finished a leisurely fuck, and ended draped across each other in the dim light, “How was it? Really?”

After a supper from the local Indian take-away — nobody 0particularly felt like cooking, Tonia knocked on the door of Christian’s room.

As usual Chris was at his computer, this time watching Youtube. He was relaxed in his own space and comfortable, wearing just shorts and a t-shirt. Tonia had opted for sweat pants and a tee herself, but continuing the theme of the weekend by not wearing underwear.

Nothing was said initially as Toni made herself comfortable, sitting legs crossed on Christian’s bed, he closed down the video and started some music from one of his play lists. The music, from a film sound track, played quietly in the background as he settled next to his sister.

“Well?”

Tonia described the whole sequence of events in loving detail. As she did the memories came back to her — the feelings of trepidation as she first approached her father and the wonder as she took his erection in her hand for the first time. She relived the moment she lost her virginity and then again as she lost her anal virginity. The look on Christian’s face was a mixture of surprise and admiration, and there was respect as well. Holding his hand up, palm towards her, he high-fived his sister. The eighteen-year old went on and described the sloppy details, finishing with the joys of showering with someone else.

“Your turn,” she told her brother.

“Well I told you this morning it was like waiting to go in to see Mr Jackson, and the problem was that I had got so ready for it, I started to go off the boil a bit as mum kept me waiting.

“When I went in, though, that was something else, Tee. You got a glimpse of it this morning, like a queen. I mean I never thought about her as sexy before, she was – well, you know, just – mum! I mean I realised that she is attractive a few years ago. But then BAM! There she was!

“She stood there, wearing just her jewellery — her gold bangles and her chains. And with the light in their room and her hair up like that. I’ve never seen her like that, so_ so_ imperious but so fucking sexy with it!” Christian smiled as he recalled it. “It didn’t take me long to get back up to speed.”

Tonia laughed.

“She called me over to her and made me stand next to her. She looked me over, she examined me like she owned me.”

“Well she did big brother…”

“I know!” Christian laughed, “But it was like she was someone else. Was it like that for you?”

“Not really,” Tonia told her brother, “It was very definitely daddy. I mean that was the whole point, wasn’t it? But I know what you mean. It was daddy and it was my ‘master’ as well.”

“Mum didn’t take long to strip me,” Christian told her, “Not that that outfit isn’t easy to get out of — she just pulled the tie at the side and there I was naked.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before,” Toni told Christian, leaning in to her son. She ran her hands across his muscular physique. She moved around him as she slid her hand down across the muscles developed by the hard, physical labour of his job and the gym conditioning for his rowing. “Although you do seem to have grown a bit since the last time.” Her voice was soft, almost a growl.

As she spoke, Toni glided her hands across her son’s skin. She was absorbed in his body, fascinated, totally delighted, as she touched and caressed every inch of his torso, his arms, across his shoulders and down, his muscular back.

“Oh my!” Toni breathed, “My beautiful boy is now a handsome man.”

She leaned closer, and began to plant little kisses on his broad shoulders. “And what a beautiful, handsome man, you have become.”

Toni pressed herself against Christian’s back, just standing there with her body against his, touching his back with nipples so aroused they ached, pressing her hips against his taught buttocks, then sliding her hands down his front.

“Oh! Yesssss!” Toni breathed, as she felt her son’s hardness in her hands. Christian arched his back at her touch. His mother swiftly moved around her son, until she faced him with his cock still in one long-fingered hand. That hand worked his hardness with firm motions, wanking him gently, encouraging him to be even harder. The other hand played across his pecs, toying with his nipples. Toni placed little kisses on his smooth skin.

Apparently satisfied with the male slave that had been purchased for her, Toni released Christian’s hardness, turned and climbed slowly onto the bed. Looking back as she did, she made sure that her slave son was watching her Sarıgazi Escort Bayan shapely arse, that it had his full attention and satisfied that he was looking at her, she languidly rolled her hips and sat down on the bed.

Toni had pushed herself up against the headboard, opening her thighs, but now as she sat upright she placed her hand on her mons and stroked her pussy, breathing out with the pleasure of it.

“Well, slave,” she breathed huskily, “I think you can start here.” As she said it the hand in front of her pussy drew upwards, coming to rest on the little landing strip, just the red painted tips of her fingernails pointed at her nude entrance. “Kiss your mother.”

Christian did not need telling what to do, neither did he hesitate, stalking in like a prowling cat, he lowered himself and slid forwards, until his tousled head rested under his mother’s hand. At first he studiously ignored her labia, kissing the soft skin of Toni’s thighs, licking and nibbling at them. Apart from her ‘landing strip’, his mother was clean of hairs, and Christian dug in further to explore the space below her pussy, licking away enthusiastically. Soon though Toni’s hand in his hair drew him back to where his mistress wanted him to be. And as soon as he applied himself to his mother’s demands, Toni knew it. A short sharp orgasm shot through her at the touch of his tongue, so intense, it was almost painful.

“Aaaaah! Ooohhh! Fuck!” her body arched pushing against the head of the bed, “Oh yes! More of that slave!”

She pushed her hips forwards eagerly, almost as if she wanted to push Christian up inside her, but the tall, young ‘jungle man’ slave took it in his stride. He wrapped his strong hands around his mother’s thighs and lifting them, pulled her pelvis up to him, lifting her off the bed.

Christian didn’t ‘go without’ very often, but occasionally his sister’s friends were sometimes less than adventurous. Carly — his latest girl-friend was particularly eager, but it wasn’t very often that they were able indulge more than heavy petting, let alone full-on, sweaty, rolling, twisting, sheet-tangling sex. But when they did, well, that was one reason why he and Carly were getting on so well. Now with his mistress/mother however, he was able to indulge and just have fun.

And it didn’t matter that it was his mother that lay before him. Knowing that this was coming Christian had thought about it, and decided that if his mother was cool with it so was he.

Christian’s tongue explored his mother’s pussy with a gleeful passion, teasing the lips first on the outside and then parting them to explore the inside. He drove deep, and stroked his tongue up and down, till he settled on his mother’s clitoris. This he pressed back against the pubic bone with the flat of his tongue. His action made Toni arch her back again, heels pressing into the mattress from the exquisite feelings her son was causing. With this reaction from his mum, Christian closed his lips over it and sucked, or nibbled, he teased it, worried at it and generally worked it over. Toni took his head in her hands, twining her fingers in his mop of dark hair, and she pressed him against herself.

“OH! Oh my beautiful, beautiful boy!” Her words were as much a groan as they were spoken, “Oh yes! Yes! YES!” Christian’s mistress’s shapely legs shifted to his shoulders, crossing over his back, the gentle pressure adding to Toni’s encouragement.

Such delicious tension was too much and soon Toni found herself cumming hard as her son licked at her pussy — the cums were not massive ones but they were frequent and persistent. Toni’s hands grabbed at the sheets, then they twined in Christian’s hair, then they stroked his back, only to scratch his flesh the next second “Ooh! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Yes! YES!”

This went on and on until ‘yes’ ‘yes’ became ‘no more’. Eyes wide Toni had to stop Christian, to gently press his head away. To make breathing space for herself.

Toni drew her slave up beside her, and rolled into his strong arms, kissing him in a most un-motherly way, their lips meeting and tongues dancing in a sensual duel. They rolled across the bed, frantically mouthing at each other, each hungrily trying to devour the other.

Toni could feel Christian’s hardness against her with each movement, “Fuck me slave!” She told him breathlessly, “Fuck me now!”

The dutiful slave did as he was bid, gathering his mistresses legs he lifted them up in a wide ‘v’ and slid his hardness up into the apex, into his mother/mistresses hot, wet pussy.

“FUCK!” Toni exclaimed as her slave boy son, slid deeply into her, easily burying himself to the hilt. “Fuck! Oh my God, you’re deep!”

Christian was marvelling at how supple his mother was, as he lifted her right leg and kissed the back of her legs trailing kisses down from the ankle till he was licking and kissing the soft flesh of her calves.

“Fuck! Oh! Yes! That’s so good!” Toni writhed around his cock as he kissed her soft skin and sent shivers through her, his pumping was steady, slow at first, and she marvelled at the way his muscles moved under his smooth skin as he thrust forwards and drew back. Her hands reached down between her splayed legs and stroked her son’s chest. Toni pulled herself up to lean forwards and kiss his hard nipples. Her hand slipped upwards pulling Christian’s face down to hers as they kissed again — wantonly, hungrily.

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Helen was slowly dragged from a peaceful sleep by the muffled sound of creaking springs and stifled moans and grunts from the next room. By the sounds, her son and his wife were having an early morning screw. She cocked one eye open to look at the bedside clock. Quarter to seven. Bloody hell!

As she listened to their efforts, Helen lay in the warmth of her bed, her fingers idly toying with her vulva, wishing it was she who was getting laid. Now a widow, it was some time since she felt a man’s cock deep into her. It was a few months ago by pure chance, when holidaying in Malta. A wonderful feeling to have cock inside her again – and again! – from a much younger guy. Hmmm! Her mind went back to that unexpected encounter.

The noise from the next room got more intense. Her own juices were starting to flow onto the pads of her fingers. Lubricating had never been a problem for her, even now, in her early fifties. But she kept herself in trim with weekly visits to the gym. Besides, Helen enjoyed watching the other women in the changing room, with their variety of breasts – no pair alike. She speculated on the shape of their vulvas, wondering if they enjoyed having their labia nibbled – if they’d been penetrated that morning by an impatient dick.

A stifled cry from the next room brought her back to reality as Anne, her daughter in law, reached her peak of bliss. Although Helen had never seen him naked since he started to grow up, she knew that her son, William had a good sized penis. Her husband had a regulation six inch cock but, comparing their bulge in swimming trunks, William’s was considerably bulkier than his father’s. So she concluded, a bigger cock all round. Anne was a lucky lady!

And she was right. In the next room, as he slid his eight inch shaft into Anne, lying on her side, knees tucked up to her breast, he molded his body into her shape behind her, cock buried deep inside its natural target. William was whispering in her ear to her to keep it quite, or they’d wake his mother. He was getting a bit reckless himself as the tension mounted in his belly, the springs objecting noisily to the bouncing.

But Anne was reaching the peak of her climax. She didn’t care about his mother! Deep behind her clit, in the pit of her stomach, she felt the familiar spring coiling, ready to completely engulf her in agonising rapture. Her spasms were beginning. She clawed at the pillow case, biting her teeth into the soft pillow in an attempt to muffle her cries of ecstasy as the unrelenting cock drove rapidly in and out, deep into her vagina. Oh God! It’s wonderful!

As her mind blew into a thousand flashes, she was aware of the muscular convulsions inside her, William’s cock exploding. Anne never understood why, but she always subconsciously counted the spasms of the cock spurting its contents into her. Seven. Always seven. Her excitement began to abate as the orgasm gradually passed.

William reached into the bedside cabinet drawer for a tissue. He placed it round the base of his now softening cock as he withdrew it from the delicious nest of soft, warm, fleshy folds. The sperm seeped from her into the tissue, tucked loosely into her pussy. The couple lay quietly, his arms folded round her, fondling her soft heavy boobs with their stiffened nipples, before it was time for them to face the day. They both enjoyed an early screw, two or three times a week.

Meantime, twenty miles away, Anne’s parents were lying side by side. The teas-maid had just filled and was quietly steaming. Amelia rolled onto her side, throwing her arm across her husband’s lower half. With mild surprise she felt his cock was stiff. Early morning pride, no doubt, but even so… Curling her fingers round the familiar shaft, Anne began to play with it casually, stroking and pinching. She loved this cock – well, she liked any cock, but this was special!

Peter was still half asleep, but conscious of the hand gently toying with his shaft. It was good! He enjoyed having his cock teased and Amelia had always been an enthusiastic lover of his manhood. As it stiffened even further, Peter pushed his hand between Amelia’s thighs to test the state of her cunt. Hmmm! Wet through. A quick morning shag was called for. But not yet. Rolling to face Amelia, Peter dragged up her nightie and leaned over to fasten his lips over her engorged nipple, its rim marked by a series of small pimples.

‘Fuck me big boy,’ she whispered into his ear, positioning the hard shaft at the entrance to her secret entrance. And ‘big’ was the word. Peter enjoyed a fat cock – not particularly long – about six and a half inches – but in girth almost seven inches! It was at its widest about two thirds up the shaft, though the head was no thicker than the rest of the it. A human torpedo in fact. Women adored the feel of it stretching their vaginas ever wider as it penetrated them.

When she was younger, their daughter Anne was quite jealous of her Mother having that cock all to herself. She often imagined it forcing its way into her own wet cunt Çavuşbaşı Escort – a word she had heard her mother use in the throes of lust. She too preferred that description, rather than the clinical vagina.

In her late forties, Amelia was still a beautiful, elegant woman, tall and slender with sleek auburn hair. She enjoyed shagging more than ever, and her husband seemed just as capable as in their younger days – though not, perhaps, as frequently. They had always had a fairly open marriage, both indulging on a little on the side form time to time. But their real enjoyment came from threesomes for Amelia. They decided shortly after the kids had left home that they would expand their sexual horizons and experiment with sex for sex sake. Both wanted to try a threesome and did.

The usual plan was for Peter to arrange for a man to come to their hotel during a business trip. Amelia found it so exciting. Anticipating having sex with a man that she had never met until he came to the hotel, started her juices running. The ‘playmate’ would call the room on the house phone when he got to the hotel and they would go down to the lobby to meet him. After chatting over a cocktail, if Amelia approved of him, they would go to the room. As soon as the door closed behind them, the kissing and touching would begin, Amelia standing at the foot of the bed.

As Amelia got into a clinch with the playboy, hands groping each other, Peter would casually remove the playboy’s jacket, followed by his wife’s jacket. Then her blouse would follow. The bra was unclasped, and the garment removed to allow her soft breasts their freedom. As the man explored Amelia’s breasts and nipples, Peter unbuttoned the man’s shirt and unclasped the waistband of his trousers. After unzipping the man’s fly, Peter unhooked his wife’s skirt so that skirt and trousers dropped to the floor at about the same time, leaving the couple squeezed against each other, with little to keep them apart.

By this time, the playboy’s warm cock was pressing hard against Amelia’s groin. She could feel it, hot and eager. In no time at all, Peter had pulled down the man’s underwear and his wife’s knickers. After rubbing her hairy groin against the stiff cock, Amelia would fall backwards onto the bed with the playboy on top of her, allowing Peter to pick up their clothes, draping them over a chair.

Watching the couple writhing against each other, exploring genitals, licking, sucking and kissing, Peter quietly took off his own clothes, his own cock now rigid with lust. He took the camera from the bedside table. Every detail of the man’s cock and its penetration of Amelia’s secret paradise was recorded . Before long, Amelia would be catapulted into the first of her several orgasms.

Both Amelia and Peter found it indescribably sexy being naked with two men, one of them a stranger. She loved having two dicks to suck and to fuck her. Amelia had orgasms easily and often, even when being screwed by just one man. Two men was out of this world! Many, many orgasms for her! Eventually both men would spray their sperm over her face and tits. She was obsessed by sperm – all those millions swimming up the vaginas seeking the egg.

Amelia also began exposing herself to other men in public. Mostly in hotel bars, when Peter was there. The look on the faces of the unsuspecting voyeur was exciting. After all, a very attractive, elegant sophisticated lady is the last person you would expect to be sitting on a bar stool without knickers, exposing her hairy, ginger vulva. Sometimes, if Amelia liked the look of them, these men willingly agreed to join them in a threesome.

They had discussed having a threesome with another woman involved, but it never materialised. Their favourite choice would be Doris, James’ mother, because of her demure appearance. Peter thought a good shag would do her the world of good. Besides, it would be fun, and sexy to have her naked, blushing with embarrassment, being screwed by Peter whilst tonguing Amelia.

Peter was all for persuading Doris’s son Billy, still single, to fuck his mother, but Amelia was too nervous of the idea. Even so, she would have thrilled at the chance of him fucking her. It was another avenue to be explored in the near future, she hoped. More variety of sex.

‘Fuck me darling,’ she repeated. And fuck her Peter did. Slowly and thoroughly, squeezing his fat cock into her eager cunt – the old English word favoured by Amelia.

Doris’s other son, Charles had developed a thriving business in electronics and could afford a large five bedroom mansion in its own acre of land whilst still a young man. So in between making money, he shagged as many women as possible – which was a lot! Until Annette came along. The shagging didn’t stop, but it was confined to Annette – to begin with, anyway. The wife-swapping came later.

In the principal guest room of their mansion was a large mirror in an ornate frame, overlooking the bed. In the adjoining room, which was Charles and Annette’s Çavuşbaşı Escort Bayan bedroom, a large painting of Jacques Tissot, The Reception, showing a beautiful young lady being escorted in the ballroom by an elderly gentleman, decorated on the wall. However, the painting would hinge open to reveal a view of the adjoining bedroom through the two-way mirror.

Charles and Annette had observed many sexual encounters in the guest room, to their own delight whilst playing with the other’s private parts. At her husband’s suggestion, Annette had shaved her pubic hair entirely. Her mound, her vulva, her inner thighs were all completely devoid of hair. The labia looked stunning, peeping cheekily from the valley of sexual delight behind the chubby outer lips. Charles was, however, was also well-endowed in his size of penis. His was a full nine-inch specimen, with a head of considerable dimensions with a wide rim. He also shaved his groin in an attempt to make his weapon appear that much bigger. They were familiar with the sexual activities of all their friends and family, including in-laws.

Through the two-way mirror, Annette had several times seen, and admired, her brother’s father-in-law’s thick cock, mostly when flaccid, though occasionally when erect and proud, ready to fill Amelia’s cunt. She said as much to Charles.

‘I wouldn’t mind sampling that inside me,’ she had confided to him.

‘Can be arranged,’ he laughed.

‘Huh! Pigs might fly. He’s never so much as glanced at my tits.’

But there she was wrong, because Peter had often fancied Annette’s young soft body, lusting after her on many occasions. Amelia, who knew all about her husband’s incestuous desires, was quite a good mimic, would have him close his eyes as she made love to him, pretending to be Annette, calling him ‘Daddy’ and telling him what a wonderful cock he had and how much she wanted to feel it inside. Of course, they didn’t know that Annette shaved, otherwise Peter would have lusted after her all the more!

Charles’s mother, Doris, was a divorcee. A quiet, reserved lady. Now in her early fifties, her figure was fairly slight. But her breasts were a good 34 c, though disguised by ornate blouses. But unsupported, they tended to sag rather. Her dark nipples were a good inch in diameter. Hips were narrow, and her legs spindly. With clear brown eyes and a short straight nose, Doris was not unattractive, though she could not be classed as beautiful in the conventional sense. She wore her greying hair swept back into a bun. She was not vain.

Her interests were in the WI movement where she was a regular provider of tea and biscuits. Her unassuming behaviour suggested that no one could accuse her of harbouring indecent thoughts. Goodness! Not Doris, for heaven’s sake! But they’d be wrong. She had a lewd mind which continually dwelt on sexual matters – cocks in particular. Many of the WI members were likewise interested and one special friend exchanged lurid thoughts with Doris, which usually culminated in a mutual masturbation session. A woman knows best how to satisfy another woman, Doris thought, as her clitoris was being manipulated.

Her friend Lily could bring Doris to the brink of an orgasm and hold it there it seemed for ever, before allowing the waves to crash over her in an orgasm of breathtaking delight. That was something her husband had never been able to do. Nor any man. She just hoped that his new wife was satisfied with his sexual activities. Aided and abetted by DVD’s of pornography, Doris’s sex life was happier now than during her marriage. Her favourite was to watch men ejaculating. Hmmm! All that lovely sperm erupting!

That weekend was Peter and Amelia’s silver wedding anniversary, and all were due to visit Helen’s daughter and son-in-law. Charles had suggested that they all spent the week-end with them, with a dinner party on the Saturday evening to celebrate the event. Helen would be there with her son and daughter-in-law, Annette’s brother William with his wife, Anne, and Charles’s mother, Doris, and his brother Billy.

Whilst getting ready, Charles watched the happy couple, Amelia and Peter, through the two-way mirror. Amelia still had a good figure, with firm breasts and large proud nipples. She was teasing Peter’s thick cock with a light laugh. He heard her faintly through the glass telling him that she fancied a bit of that tonight, to celebrate twenty-five years of fucking. Studying Amelia, Charles thought he wouldn’t mind screwing her himself. He told Annette as much, to her amusement.

‘If you do, I want Peter!’ she replied.

Charles had worried that the dinner party might be a bit of a sober occasion and thought it necessary to ensure the party went with a swing. Having discussed the problem beforehand with Annette, he had sought advice from a number of sources – mainly on line – and decided to buy an aphrodisiac concoction to add to the white wine. This, he thought would be more acceptable than offering snorts of cocaine – besides Escort Çavuşbaşı the parents might object to hard drugs. So, a mild stimulant to help liven up the evening would be more appropriate.

The meal went well, with fine wines to accompany each dish. Charles had placed himself between Helen and Anne and Annette between Doris and William opposite. Peter had the two unattached ladies, Helen and Doris at his side, whilst Amelia was flanked by Billy and William. Charles walked round the table filling each glass with the special chilled Chardonnay, of which there were four bottles in two large carafes with the added ingredient.

As the meal progressed, the Chardonnay changed to claret wine. The guests became less prudent, the talk moving inevitably to sex and the changes in the morality of the modern times. Amelia was explaining about the art of seduction in the sixties and the rules of engagement in her and Peter’s courting days. This caused much amusement.

‘None of this “I say madam, do you fuck? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am approach.” approach on the first date! Much more subtle over a series of dates. Build up to the foreplay on the back seat of the cinema. Get to learn the feel of a cock and how it spits its juices in the dark.’

‘And virginity was still to be treasured!’ added Doris, feeling a hand lightly stroking her leg above the knee. She raised a mental eyebrow at this intrusion to her privacy, but decided to slightly part her knees to see what happened – how far it would go.

Light dance music played in the background. The room had become very warm, encouraging the men to remove their jackets, which they had hung over the backs of the chairs, unbuttoning their shirts to try to cool off. Annette had researched aphrodisiac food and had prepared a meal accordingly, including favourites – avocado, asparagus, coriander, figs, and honey- amongst others.

In the middle of the bawdy chatter, Anne suddenly declared loudly in a slightly slurred tone, ‘All you men are interested in are these things,’ surprising them all by lifting her top to display her naked full breasts, topped with proud nipples.

‘Ah, I see that you’re one of the modern girls Anne, going without a bra,’ was Peter’s response.

At the other side of Billy, Amelia piped up ‘And some of the older generation can do likewise,’ opening her top to display her own beautiful bare breasts. Not quite as firm as Anne, sagging slightly over her rib-cage, but still voluptuous. The men’s eyes opened considerably wider at the sight, a ripple of applause greeting the action. ‘Women burned their bras in the sixties don’t forget!’

There was no doubt in Billy’s mind that the wine had gone to his head rather – and to other sensitive parts of his body. He couldn’t control the erection which quickly developed at the sight of a bare breasted woman on either side of him. Unable to check himself, he reached across to cup a breast of each in his hand, as though weighing them.

‘They’re both of good sound quality,’ he laughed, ‘with a lot of joy to offer we men,’ to the general surprise and amusement of the other guests. It was one thing to look at, but quite another to touch the goods on display!

Meantime, Charles, delighted at the way the evening was developing, was exploring the inner thighs of a delighted Helen, whilst Peter had chosen to explore the reaction of his neighbour, Doris, by stroking her thigh under cover of the table cloth. His was, of course, the hand she had felt. Perhaps, he thought, they might engage in a threesome after all, if she responded. Doris gave him a thin smile, but made no attempt to remove the exploring hand. So, whilst the others were engaged in persuading Amelia and Anne to remove their tops altogether, Peter’s fingers were quietly insinuating their way into the knickers of his daughter-in-law’s mother-in law!

This put Doris in something of a quandary. She, like the others, had consumed sufficient doctored wine to remove any shyness, and Peter was an attractive guy. In fact she felt quite salacious – deliciously so! And she had fancied Peter for years. Now here he was trying to grope her fanny. Well! It was a pleasant feeling to have a man stroking her bare thigh, sufficiently attracted to her to want to explore her fanny. Though she knew that it was really the wine that had unlocked his desires. As her honey oozed, she looked at his wife and daughter, who seemed cheerful enough having their breasts fondled by her son.

Amelia called out to Helen opposite. ‘Hey Helen. Do give we older girls some support. I know you have nice tits, so let’s see them.’

Charles, who had interrupted his exploration of Helen’s inner thigh to go round the table refilling the wine glasses, had returned behind Helen. She was feeling languid with all the wine, whilst he, too, was having problems trying to deal with a powerful erection. Putting down the bottle, he placed his hands on Helen’s shoulder straps. She turned her head to look up at him. Her smile gave him to believe she accepted the offer. The hands pushed the straps of her dress from off her shoulders and over her arms. The bra catch offered little resistance to his nimble fingers, falling away to reveal her meaty tits, with very large, dark areolas and fat nipples. Not exactly pretty, but certainly all woman and most suckable.

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