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“A shot, please, of Russ in front of Troy, with Troy palming Russ’s belly. Troy possesses Russ. Troy covers Russ.” The two models moved into position and attitude. Troy was the big, brawny, blond football star-looking one wearing a Navy sailor’s tunic. Russ was the smaller one with auburn hair with blond streaks in it who looked like the more sensitive, sultry one—more beautiful of face than handsome. He was bare-chested and muscular, but not to a “cut” extent. Troy’s hand on his belly was big, manly, giving the impression of possession.

*Click* *Click*”Good,” the photographer, Felix, tall, gaunt, sharp featured, with a long, black ponytail hanging down his back, said. “The hand lower now, Troy, if you please. Suggestive of ownership and sex in the next few minutes.” Tony dutifully moved the hand palming Russ’s belly lower, three fingers disappearing under the waistband of Russ’s trousers in front, clearly extending into the top of the smaller man’s bush, indicative of intimate privilege.

“Very good,” Felix said, “Now, Russ, turn your head up for a kiss, please and thank you. Giving him permission to have his way with you. Yes, like that,” *Click* *Click* “Now kiss.” They did. *Click* *Click*

“Give Troy a look like you will happily open your thighs for him, Russ—because you are going to.” Felix laughed. “Good, very good.” *Click* *Click*

Felix was moving around them at different angles. The shooting session was to feed a photo site for erotica book cover images. Final rounds of shots—the carry-through of the models—would be posted to a different kind of Web site. Felix was in worn jeans, barefooted, and bare-chested. His torso was lean, muscular, but in a tight, gnarly way. He had tattoos haphazardly placed around his body. Both Russ and Troy were clean of any tattooing, with smooth, hard bodies.

“Now the same shots without the tunic. Good.” He did another round of shots. “Now something sexier. More embracing and looking lustfully into each other’s eyes. Troy is about to mount Russ. Good.” *Click* *Click* *Click* “Against the wall, I think. Russ’s back to the wall, Troy forcing Russ’s arms above his head, coming in for a kiss. You’re on your way to fuck. Yes, like that. Perfect.” *Click* *Click*

“Now, facing Russ to the wall, one of Troy’s hands trapping the little guy’s wrists above his head. A hint that the other one is doing something else—yes you can feel Russ up, if you want. These are just torso shots, so it’s imagination time. You’ll be given your chance to make it real. Russ’s butt jutted out. A pained but passioned expression on his face. Troy is fucking Russ from behind. All to be imagined. Yes, good. Very, very good.” *Click* *Click* *Click*

“Now on the bed, Troy on top, between Russ’s legs, and . . . yes, OK, you’re stripping Russ’s briefs off, Troy. If you must, you must. We’ll switch over to the video camera.”

Troy, kneeling over Russ, pressing a hand down on Russ’s sternum, the latter looking not so happy with where the shoot was going, but, with a nod from Felix, sighing and going with it. The sound of the snap of the condom Felix handed to Troy being put in place and then Troy took Russ’s ankles in his hands, wishboned Russ’s legs, and came down between the smaller man’s thighs.

*Whir, whir, whir* went the video camera, as Russ arched his back, raised his pelvis, and was penetrated by Troy’s cock. For the next fifteen minutes, the video camera did its thing in filming a scene of Troy doing pushups on the smaller young man and Russ exhibiting very interesting expressions on his face for the camera.

“And that’s a wrap,” Felix called out after Troy had shuddered through his ejaculation and the two models had kissed.

Felix was across the room attending to his camera, taking out the video camera, and adjusting the lighting around the bed, preparing for the next photo shoot job.

“Who knew that doing cover photo work could be so exhausting?” Troy said. The two of them were pulling their clothes back on.

“Yes, who knew?” Russ answered, his voice a little stiff, not warming to the conversation.

“But a lot sexier, don’t you think?” Troy asked.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And it brings up a thirst. Shall we stop off at a bar to lift one before we go our separate ways?”

“Thanks, but no,” Russ answered. Not a “not tonight”; a “no. I’ve got to hit the books tonight.” Russ was studying commercial communications at NYU and was about finished with his BA. He wanted to be in front of the camera in broadcasting. He had the looks for it. He’d managed to keep on schedule by selling himself with these cover image shoots—and more so for the videos made at the end of some of the shoots. He was gay, but not as public about it as the cover images implied. He colored his hair and wore different-hued contact lens for anything going beyond a cover-image shot.

He’d graduate before turning twenty-one. Not bad for a guy from a coal mining town in West Virginia. “And, uh” . . . just to pin it down . . . “I don’t mix Kalkan Escort work with pleasure. Sorry, that’s just too messy.”

“Yeah, OK, but I think you’re really sexy. I think we could get it on for real, not just for this camera work.”

“Yeah, well . . .” It had been real enough for Russ, although he was trying to pretend it wasn’t. Troy had been inside him. Troy had fucked him. It had been for pay and part of a job, though. Russ wanted to keep it that way with the other models. He could pretend it wasn’t real then.

From across the room, Felix called out. “Could you stay a few minutes longer, Russ. I want to go over your release form again.”

“Yeah sure,” Russ called back. He looked back at Troy. “Look, I think you’re hot too. It’s just not a good idea going with a guy you have to work with.”

“I think it would make our cover shots steamier,” Troy said. “I just think it would be better for both of us if we didn’t have to think about doing it for the camera and creating the best camera angles. But OK. If you don’t want to now, you don’t want to . . . yet.” He picked up his duffle bag and headed for the door.

When he was gone, Felix turned and said. “OK, Russ, strip again. Now for some serious filming.”

* * * *

“Now jack yourself. Good, like that. You’re such a sexy slut, baby.” *Whirrr*

Russ was on his back, on the bed, his legs bent and spread. He had a hand wrapped around his cock and was stroking it to the directions being given him. Felix, jeans unbuttoned and flared now, his hips barely keeping the jeans hanging on his legs, his erection pushing out from his curly black-haired bush, was moving around the bed with his video camera, taking it all in.

Felix was licking his lips, his eyes lustily drinking Russ’s body in. He was going to fuck this sweet little piece. Soon.

The guys had been paid $300 each for the cover image shoot and another $300 for the sex extension video. Russ was getting $500 for this sex video. He hadn’t done this often, but the closer he got to graduation, the more money he needed to get across the finish line. He’d do maybe two more of these and he’d be free. He’d have his BA, he’d get a job in broadcasting far away from here, and he wouldn’t do this again. Felix had assured him this was for a very private, exclusive subscription site.

Felix attached the camera to a tripod set on a stand he’d rolled up to and over the bed, positioning it over Russ’s thighs. His hands were unsteady, his motions jerky. He could hardly contain his need, his want, to cover this luscious little model, to penetrate him and pin his ass to the bed, sink in deep, and pump.

“Arch your back, look dreamy, and play with your nipples, while I eat you out,” Felix commanded, “After a minute grab your cock again and stroke it until I brush it away.”

Felix came in below Russ, stroked the young man’s inner thighs, coaxing his legs to spread more. “Silky. Nice.”

“Open your legs for me, baby,” he said, and Russ did so.

He placed pillows under the small of Russ’s back to lift his pelvis.

“Roll your ass up and show your sweet hole to the camera,” Felix commanded, and Russ did so. He moaned as Felix played with the rim with a finger, pushed it in, and then pulled it out. “Such a sweet, tight hole,” Felix murmured. The hole tightened right back up. “Pucker it for the camera.” Russ did so. Whir went the camera.

Felix struck his head between the young man’s thighs and began to tongue his asshole. *Whirrr* The camera was placed directly overhead, set to pan from where Felix was eating Russ out up Russ’s heaving torso to the young man’s face to catch his expressions. Russ arched his back, moaned, and fingered his nipples. I didn’t require directions to act out his arousal. Felix was doing a very good job on him. After a minute, he ran one of his hands down his torso, through the auburn hair of his trimmed bush, and onto his cock. He slowly masturbated himself, moaning and groaning in a low hum, while Felix ate him out, sucked his balls, and, eventually, brushed Russ’s hand off his cock and covered the shaft with his mouth.

*Whirr* went the camera.

Felix rose from Russ, took the camera off the rolling stand, rolled it back off the bed, stripped off his jeans, and came back up on the bed between Russ’s spread legs. He held the camera in one hand, taking in the shot of him deftly crowning himself with a condom with the other hand. And then the camera whirred, taking in every second of Felix’s hard cock entering Russ’s hole. Felix pushed in and pulled out. The camera panned up to Russ’s face to catch the expression of his reaction to the penetration. “Priceless,” Felix muttered. And it was, indeed, a priceless shot.

The whir of the camera caught the in and out of going into the root, pulling back, and then the fuck itself, Russ writhing and bucking against the pumping cock. It caught the verbalized, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Yesss, fuck me good!” Felix’s technique was to catch all Kalkan Escort Bayan of the natural sound, including his instructions. His clients’ feedback indicated they liked that. They sometimes paid extract to give him directions to use.

“Come for me, baby,” Felix commanded, and Russ did.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he cried out as Felix continued pumping. Then he too tensed, jerked, pulled quickly out, ripped the condom off, and squirted cum on Russ’s balls and the base of his cock.

“Turn over and spread ’em,” Felix said, in a shaky voice.

Russ did as commanded, spreading his butt cheeks and showing his reamed hole.

“Look at how open it is now,” Felix said. “Daddy opened baby up real good, yes he did.” Russ groaned as Felix showed he could easily push three fingers up in the passage now and the hole would remain gaping open when he pulled the fingers out.

Here came the only false part of the act, but the clients loved it, so Felix did it. He moved the camera to show him jerking on his cock over Russ’s firm buttocks, spread cheeks, and open hole, and he squirted egg white on the hole from a syringe, faking another prodigious ejaculation on Russ’s tail.

The camera stopped rolling, Felix said, “Good one, baby. You did good,” and slapped Russ on the butt. “Go get a shower now and get out of here.”

Blushing, not being able to look at the wall of mirrors on one side of the room as he escaped the bed, Russ went off to the attached bathroom, grabbing up his clothes on the way. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

He walked the ten blocks to Otto’s apartment in Manhattan. He felt too dirty to take the subway; he needed to be out in the cleansing fresh air—as well as cleansing as the air could get in downtown New York. Most embarrassing was that, when they got fully into the fuck, he’d been fully into it.

He lived with Otto, a fashion designer, older than Russ by some thirty years. The good part of that was that Otto didn’t want it very often. He was a handsome, elegant man and he made Russ laugh, but, primarily, he provided a roof over Russ’s head while Russ was finishing his college work. He couldn’t have managed in New York without a sugar daddy of some sort. Otto, interested in sex and beautiful young men but rarely able to get it up, was the best of the opportunities Russ had had. The fringe benefit was that Otto had to have his young man well dressed, and he provided the dressing. It helped in the modeling Russ did on the side, with a good many of the gigs provided by Otto.

Lately their relationship had been strained. Otto’s brief opportunities to get it up recently had been expended as much elsewhere as with Russ and, as Russ’s last year at NYU was drawing to a close, both of them seemed to realize that so was their arrangement. Otto seemed already to be moving in that direction—which was moving Russ out into someone else’s apartment. There wasn’t any question the Russ could afford his own apartment, no matter how small.

This impression was borne out to Russ when he entered the foyer of Otto’s apartment and heard the sounds of sex coming from the living room. He went to the entrance to the living room and stood there for a moment, watching.

They were on the sofa, the back of which was toward the entrance into the living room from the foyer. Thus, all Russ saw was from their shoulders up. From their shoulders up was bare for both of them, though. Otto was sitting on the sofa, turned away from the doorway. Trevor, a young dancer on Broadway, not more than nineteen years old, who both Otto and Russ knew, was sitting in Otto’s lap, facing him. What Russ could see were the naked soles of the dancer’s feet, heels rubbing the top of the sofa back on either side of Otto’s shoulders, Trevor’s hands locked on the back of Otto’s neck, a look of ecstasy, natural or faux, it didn’t matter to Russ, on Trevor’s face, and the young dancer’s body bouncing up and down. The interlaced fingers of the young man’s hands were opening and closing in rhythm to what obviously was the rise and fall of Trevor’s passage on Otto’s Viagra-aided cock.

Russ turned and quietly left the apartment—not really in anger. He just didn’t want to get into any of this now.

* * * *

“So, is the studying done for the night?”

Troy pulled up the stool next to Russ in the gay bar Russ had gone to after leaving Otto’s apartment, not knowing where to go until Otto was finished with Trevor and Russ could pretend not to know what they had been doing. He’d decided he needed a drink. Club 216 in Chelsea had been his first thought.

“No, I can’t get to my books.”

“Is your apartment building on fire?”

“No, my boyfriend is fucking a dancer on the sofa of his apartment and I’d have to walk right by them to get to my bedroom.” Russ had drunk enough to be open and honest. Tory wanted him enough to take advantage of that.

“Ouch. Sorry I was flip.”

“Yes, ouch. We don’t have an arrangement that permits Escort Kalkan us to bring anyone home to fuck under the other’s eyes. I think my roommate is giving me notice.”

“You need someplace to crash for the night?”

“No, thanks. I’ll think of something.”

“Come on back to my place. It’s nearby.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Come on back to my place. My performance earlier today doesn’t reflect what I can do in private. And we can just do nothing, if that’s what you want. Your call. But you need somewhere to crash tonight on short notice.”

“And you probably have only one bed,” Russ said.

“Was I really that bad in the porn scene?” Troy asked. His wounded tone probably was genuine. He wasn’t used to being blown off.

“No, you weren’t bad at all,” Russ acknowledged.

“There’s a couch.”

“The bed will be fine,” Russ answered, flashing Troy enough of a smile to show he was good with it.

“For sure?” Troy asked. “You were—”

“Yes, for sure. I’ve just been on edge recently. Sorry. I appreciate the offer.”

Troy fucked Russ up against the wall of his living room, just inside the door. He had Russ cheek and chest against the wall, arms raised above his head, trapped there by Troy’s hand gripping Russ’s wrists. Troy’s other hand was palming Russ’s belly, pulling the young man’s pelvis and legs back, away from the wall. He was thrusting up inside Russ’s passage. “Shit this is good,” he growled in Russ’s ear. “I wanted to do it like this back where the photographer was positioning us for the cover shots.”

“God you’re big!”

“Yes, I am. But I’ll bet you tell that to all the boys.”

Troy was bigger than Felix was and definitely bigger than Otto ever had been, but Russ wasn’t going to tell Troy about that. Russ was so off beat with Otto that Troy didn’t really have to pressure him to go into the clinch.

Troy fucked him on his couch, Russ’s belly on the arm, Russ facing a large window overlooking the Manhattan skyline, Troy behind Russ, grabbing the young man’s wrists and arching Russ’s torso back toward him, as he crouched over Russ’s buttocks and pounded away inside him.

And Russ rode Troy’s cock in Troy’s bedroom, again looking out onto a different view of Manhattan from the high-rise window wall behind Troy’s headboard. Troy lay on his back on the bed with Russ straddling his pelvis, facing him, and Troy lifting and lowering Russ’s passage on his thick, long, hard shaft. When they had both come, Russ just collapsed on top of Troy and they both drifted off into la-la-land.

Before they zonked out, Troy whispered, “Sorry for the onslaught. I’d just been dreaming about you for some time.”

“It was all good,” Russ murmured. And it had been all good. Russ had been suppressing his arousal for Troy because they worked together and Russ couldn’t deal with more than one boyfriend at a time. Still, when Troy’s hand with to Russ’s cock and was playing it even though both men were exhausted from the earlier sex, Russ put his hand on Troy’s and moved it away. Troy didn’t seem to mind; he immediately went to sleep.

Russ didn’t notice until the morning when he lay in the bed, watching Troy at his bathroom sink through the open bathroom door, shaving himself, that this was a really nice apartment. Troy was standing at the sink, naked, exhibiting why he made money as a model. But he couldn’t make enough money as a model to afford a nice one-bedroom apartment like this.

“This is really is a nice apartment,” Russ said as Troy came out of the bathroom and stood there, body magnificent, cock in half erection.

“Yes, it is, and you look really sexy lying there on your belly like that, with your sweet ass smiling at me. And sorry, last night you could stay, but the apartment’s booked for tonight, so we’ll have to think of something else for you.”

“Booked? Think of something else?”

“You don’t really want to go back to your boyfriend’s apartment to live, do you?”

“No, of course not. But it’s what is for a couple of more months. I need someplace to stay until I graduate from NYU and pin down a job somewhere else. But you said the apartment is booked for tomorrow night—not that I was thinking of crashing with you,” he added.

“Yes. You’re right. I can’t afford an apartment like this. The agency provides it for me.”

“The agency?”

“The escort agency. They provide a place for me to bring clients. Men. This is my office as well as my home. I have to keep it looking nice. And I can’t have my boyfriends staying here.”

“Boyfriends?”

“Close enough; working on it, I hope.” Troy climbed up on the bed and stretched out on top of Russ. There was no talking for a while—only moaning and groaning and grunting and loud exclamations of the taking, as Troy went fully erect, nudged Russ up on his knees, penetrated him, reached up to grab the young man’s wrists and trap them over his head, and started to pump inside him.

Afterward, as they lay there, Troy still inside Russ, languidly moving his pelvis and Russ moving ever so slightly with him, Troy murmured, “You could get an apartment like this. You could earn more than enough to finish out your decree. I can set you up with an appointment this afternoon. You could be out of your boyfriend’s apartment by tonight.”

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Corey and Noah Pt. 02 Ch. 01

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School was exceedingly dull the following week. I struggled to get through math and English on Monday more than you could possibly know. Tuesday was much the same, with engineering, geography and chemistry slamming me over the head. By the time Wednesday came around, I seriously considered not even going to school. What was the point anyway? I had been eighteen for months now and could probably get a job with my dad in the steel-works. Still, the idea of actually going to my parents and telling them that I had dropped out two terms before completing my final year of school was not a pleasant one. So, grudgingly, I made my way towards the bus stop on a dreary, Wednesday morning.

When I had reached the bus station, I threw myself onto the bench shivered slightly, wishing that I didn’t have physical education today. Trying not to think about how cold I was going to be once I left the comfort of my school trousers and changed into my PE shorts later, I turned to gaze up the street to my right. At the end of the street sat a weatherboard house with peeling paintwork and unkempt gardens. Looking up, I tried to see into the top-left window. No light was visible from within and the curtains remained drawn. I sighed heavily, wondering where on earth Corey Matheson might be. After all, he had stayed with me for weeks for the simple fact that he had nowhere else to go. Where would he stay if not at my house? He had no other friends of family that I knew of. I had not seen him for weeks. Corey had stopped going to school and I had stopped attending footy. I could only assume that he was working at the car dealership. At least, I hoped he was. I hung my head, staring down at my knees. My stomach lurched unpleasantly as I glanced at the bench I was sitting on between my legs. What if he was sleeping on a park bench?

I exhaled a long, drawn out breath. If he were, then it was all my fault. I couldn’t believe what had happened. I had been over the scenario a million times in my head, each time more difficult than the last. I still saw him, standing there in my room. His mattered, dark brown hair sticking up at odd places. His thin, handsome face and blue eyes always studying me. I by contrast Cemre Escort had short, blonde hair. I would like to consider myself fit and toned, with grey eyes. Corey and I had, much to my surprise, kissed. I could still hardly comprehend that fact in my mind, yet I could not deny that it happened. Afterwards, my friends turned up so quickly that I didn’t really know what to do. I let them treat Corey like a piece of shit, and throw him out of my room. After he had left, I didn’t really know what to think. My friends were just talking about crap, and all I could think about was how much I wanted them to leave. When they finally left, I just sat there on my bed, looking down at the magazine Corey had found a few hours earlier. I was staring at the black haired man with a moustache on the page, sucking the dick of a blonde policeman. I stared and stared, wondering why I even had that stupid magazine. Then Corey came back and…and I don’t know what happened. He was angry and I knew why. I should have understood, I should have said sorry. Instead, all I felt was a hollowness and a strange desire for Corey to leave me alone. Before I knew him, I was never confused; never unsure of myself.

‘Why would you treat me differently? Because I’m gay? Because I’m a faggot? Noah, you’re a faggot too!’

Next thing I knew, I was on my feet and Corey was pinned to the wall.

‘I am not gay!’

As I stood for the approaching bus, my heart felt as if it were made of lead. I couldn’t believe what I had done; that I had thrown out my best friend in the world. My body shivered violently as a sudden gust of wind passed through me. Just before the bus pulled up, I had to ensure that my face was fixed and my eyes dry once more.

***

The grass was damp as we made our way up towards the oval. Just as I anticipated earlier, I was freezing in my terse PE shorts. My bare legs and thighs were an easy target for the increasingly icy breeze. I hoped bitterly that we would be doing something that involved a lot of running and contact. My friends were just ahead of me, making me the last person in a line of thirty or so guys following Mr Baxter. Nathan, with his red hair Cemre Escort Bayan and bony arms and legs was laughing seedily about something. On his right was Nick, perhaps the most attractive of all of my friends. His sporty figure, strong face and dark skin made him irresistible to most girls. Nick was further, the warmest and probably most likable of all my friends. Ben was just as attractive and just as popular, with his long, blonde hair and toned figure. Despite this, he was perhaps crueller than all of my friends however. As a result, I wasn’t very fond of Ben at all. Jarrod was last, his fat arse protruding from his shorts. Just looking at him filled me with disgust. Not just because of his weight, though that was a part of it. I never really liked him that much either. He was always obscenely mean to people for no reason and I often wondered how someone who boasted no recognisably exceptional traits could treat people with such contempt.

It was as if someone had kicked me over the head in footy. A rush of realisation filled me so suddenly, I actually stopped in my tracks and watch the four guys in front of me continue on their way. I looked at the back of them all again. I despised Nathan’s meanness, Ben actually made my blood boil and Jarrod made me almost sick with loathing. The only one out of the four boys I actually liked was Nick. I always knew that they were all idiots, but it never occurred to me just how despicable the bunch was. I had a strong desire to run back towards the school for a moment. This was quelled however, by a shrill ringing in my ear.

‘Noah, how are you?’

I turned my head before quickly setting off after the group again. I really didn’t want to be caught talking to Brittney Sullivan. She was rather simple. Blonde frizzy hair, slim figure and assets most guys would drool over. I, rather, found her high pitched prissiness irritable.

‘Where’s your class?’ I asked shortly.

‘They’re over at the track. I ditched them, I’d rather hang out with the guys.’ She said in her annoying squeal.

‘Smart. I’d rather hang with the guys too.’ I said, picking up the pace a little. ‘If Mr Baxter catches Escort Cemre you but, you’re dead.’

‘Do you think I care about that perv?’ she said, clearly having to move quicker than she usually did to keep up with me, ‘I know he wants me but there’s no way I’d let him anywhere near me.’

I didn’t say anything, I wasn’t sure what I could add. The class had stopped some distance ahead of us, huddled around a brick change room that was usually reserved for the local footy, cricket and soccer clubs.

Britney grabbed my arm to stop me. ‘I’d let you near me but.’

For the first time, I turned to her and I looked into her round eyes and pretty face, ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ She repeated seductively, her hand suddenly closing around my bulge.

I started abruptly. I wasn’t expecting it. Britney cupped my balls and began stroking my cock through my shorts. The material was so thin that I may as well not have been wearing them. I could feel the warmth of her hands and the gliding of her fingers across the underside of my balls. Looking at Britney’s hands, I felt my dick begin to swell.

‘Want to go into the bushes?’ she asked, indicating the dense trees which bordered the oval.

I considered this for a moment before pulling away from her, ‘Nah, I can’t. I have to go to class.’

Britney looked surprised. She probably never had anyone deny her that request before. Indeed, I knew exactly how Nathan, Ben, Jarrod and Nick would have reacted.

‘Maybe another time.’ I said in a way that I hoped didn’t come off as rude.

‘What about Friday at Toms party?’ Britney asked, seeming happier in the idea that they may be able to pick this up at another point.

‘Which Tom?’

‘Tom Wilson, from the footy team.’ She answered.

I considered this for a moment. I knew Tom somewhat well. He lived with his brother on a farm just outside town. He had an indoor pool. Besides this however, there was another reason this concept intrigued me.

‘Who else is going?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice casual.

‘I don’t know; everyone I suppose. The skater guys, the beach chicks, the surfers, the footy team…’

‘Let me get back to you.’ I said, turning and walking towards the class.

‘Bye Noah, have fun out there.’ Britney called sweetly after me.

Stepping towards my class with my erection lessening somewhat, I knew already that I was going to that party. I had to, if only for the chance that Corey would be there.

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Asking For It

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“Oh my God!” That was all I could think when he asked me. When I told my son I wanted to give him something special for the holidays, the last thing I expected him to do was point and say, “those mom.” I looked at him like he was crazy or maybe I was because he couldn’t have been pointing to my breasts, so I mumbled something and just looked at him.

He was staring back into my eyes and he kissed my cheek and said, “Mom, “You’re so beautiful…just once, I’d like to touch you.” I heard it right. I guess the sane thing to do would have been just to laugh as if it was a joke and walk away but I was incredulous so I continued the conversation.

“Honey, why would you be interested in an old lady’s boobs, especially your mothers? There are plenty of young girls out there that would be…”

He cut me off and said, “Look I’m sorry I said anything, let’s just forget it; why don’t you buy me a shirt?”

Was I smart enough to let it go…of course not? What could be wrong with a little more ‘communication’? And of course I was intrigued, and that’s what got me into trouble. “Sweetheart is it that you’re curious about women because…?”

“Mom I’ve slept with enough girls and I’m not curious…what I am is…I just think about you all the time and you…make me feel different than other girls do. You’re the only one I’m really attracted to.”

“Oh Tommy honey that’s so sweet but…maybe it’s because since your father died, you’ve been alone with me in this house. It’s been ten years…this is probably all my fault…I probably kept you to myself to much…I should have made you go out more…I…”

“Mom it’s not your fault…unless you’re to blame for being so beautiful and having a body that would make any guy hard.”

I felt myself turn crimson. I know I’m all right looking for someone pushing forty, but I’m not God’s gift to men…but…I stood looking into the eyes of someone who thought I was. It’s not that I didn’t know Tommy found me attractive but I always thought his complimenting my hair or my legs was as his mother…and the big bulge I often saw in his pants; I figured that was just a young guy’s hormones…and since I’m a very physical person, when he touched me I always thought it was…’innocent’.

He moped around for days and was mostly uncommunicative so when the holidays came around I thought to myself, “Oh what the hell, it’s not such a big deal…and it’s cheaper than a car.” When he came home I sat him down next to me on the couch and said, “Happy birthday Bucko; you have five minutes and not a minute more.”

I unbuttoned my blouse, reached back and unhooked my bra freeing my breasts. I’m very fair skinned and blushing brought a pink flush almost to my nipples. My boobs probably look bigger than they are because I’m slim. “He’s getting a bonus,” I thought, because they were swollen from my period. They were also sensitive and tender.

Tommy said I was beautiful and I closed my eyes so he could enjoy his ‘gift’ without feeling self-conscious. I waited in anticipation of his touch. I flinched a little in surprise when instead of his hands; I felt his mouth on me. His warm lips surrounded my nipple; his tongue massaged the rubbery tip, and he suckled.

My second surprise was how it made me feel. I don’t know what I thought my part in this whole thing would be but I was feeling the effects of his sucking down to my pussy. He cupped the tit and began gently fondling it as his mouth continued attending to my nipple. “What am I doing?” I thought. “I’m letting my son fondle me and I’m so wet it seems to be dripping down my thigh.”

I started to float and lost track of time as he went from breast to breast and nipple to nipple with his hands and mouth. I felt stimulated, sore and alive. It must have been at least a half hour later when Tommy said, “Thank you mom, that was best present I ever got. I love you for doing this.”

I sat there stunned and realized he was buttoning my blouse. I managed to stutter, “…Your welcome dear…”

I spent a restless night and the next morning I was in a daze. I didn’t know what to think or how to think it. I came into the kitchen and Tommy had made the coffee and was leaving for work. He came up to me and put his lips an inch from mine. I didn’t move. He whispered, “Good morning mom”; and then his mouth gently caressed mine. He laid his hand on my breast and his thumb crossed over my nipple. In my fog all I could focus on was the fact that I wasn’t stopping him.

I was relieved when he released my aching breast. He left and said, “See you this afternoon.” It was my day off and I was left with the turmoil of my life whirling around me. I knew I had to sort it out before my son came home.

After getting through the muck of my thoughts and the maelstrom of my feelings, I had it all set. As soon as my son got home I would tell him in no uncertain term that this whole ‘business’ was over. I paced for the rest of the afternoon until I heard his key in the door. Before he could say “hello” I said, “Tommy, I know this wasn’t your fault but we’ve got to stop…” I never finished Beldibi Escort the sentence.

“No” he said and kissed me. “Because I love you and I know you love me.” He kissed me again and I was in his enfolding arms. All I managed was a few ‘buts’ as I tasted his contagious desire. His hand slipped under the light bra and I felt my nipple stiffen between his fingers.

When he reached between my legs, I pulled back and adamantly said, “NO, NO, NO.”

He said, “All right mom” and went back to kissing me.

This became our pattern over the next few weeks. He knew when I said something like “We shouldn’t,” it meant “Yes baby do that to me,” and when I said “NO”, it was a line he shouldn’t cross; and he didn’t. The problem for me was that my handsome, dark haired, blue eyed, desirous, and desirable son was making me blur the line; like letting him put his hand in my panties and glide it over what he called the smoothest ass he ever felt. I liked it. I liked it too much.

Most of the early ‘goings on’ seemed to take place in the kitchen, in the morning; which led to fantasies in the afternoon and masturbation at night. More and more I was wondering…this…and that…and what it would feel like to…?

The first time I touched the bulge in his pants, we were kissing on the couch. The only light was from the TV that we weren’t watching. I was surprised how far down his leg it went. He immediately reached between my legs and this time I didn’t protest. I started breathing hard as he reached into my panties. I was slick and his fingers came up wet to my clit. His fingers felt better than mine on me. He held my swollen nub between his fingers and gently rubbed. I had never done myself quite that way and it was exciting enough for me to squeeze his cock more in reaction to what I was feeling than any attempt to masturbate him. The difference was lost on him because after a short while he was saying, “Oh…oh…mom…mom…” and I felt him jerking and coming. I unzipped his pants and put my hand in to rub the last few spurts out of the thick cock I was touching for the first time. I wanted to come so badly.

His hand was still on my pussy and I whispered to him, “Rub me like you were doing before baby.” He was kissing me and telling me he loved me and I was climbing. I got so excited I dug my nails into his arm as he did that wonderful thing on my wet clit. When he put his fingers into me, I heard a low moan coming from my mouth that started in my belly. It had been three or four years since a man brought me off; and when I started to come, I made a noise that sounded like squealing. I was breathing hard as I petted my son’s sweet hands and fingers. I felt the total relief of the orgasm for a moment but if ever there was a time for second thoughts, it was right then, after my son had just made me come.

Second thoughts, third thoughts and fourth thoughts plagued me for days. I didn’t let Tommy kiss me, touch me or come near me. I told him I loved him and I didn’t blame him but I needed to come to grips with this thing that was going on between us. He said, “I understand mom, but I’m never going to stop loving you and wanting you and needing you.” That didn’t help.

That night I fantasized about my son. I put my hand between my legs and started to masturbate. It was like watching a movie. I heard my voice narrating in my head. As I rubbed, I told myself this story about how my son would love me:

“He’s kissing me and his hands will soon be on my breasts. It’s where he always goes first. He bares them and fondles them until he sees my nipples harden so he can tug on the long tips. The points, which connected us nineteen years ago, connect us again. My breasts which were heavy with milk are now heavy with maturity and they warm in my son’s hands, the hands that find me at all hours of the day and night. He kisses me and says, ‘I love you mother…it’s ok…everything is going to be all right.’

I’m wearing the white lacy thong and stockings he laid out for me. He puts out the things he wants me to wear. I always put them on. He’ll make me wear the veil. I’ll be the bride tonight because he wants me to be all things to him. Tomorrow maybe I’ll be the whore…or the slave…but in the end my son will have me…like he will every night.

His wet finger is on my clit and I’m starting to get lost in the wash of feelings that come over me when he does that thing: slow circles over the button and tender strokes over the soft puffy lips. A thousand kisses and a thousand bouquets of ‘I love you’ melt me…and wet me. I surrender to the garland of his love and the hardness that’s in my hand. I stroke him impossibly upright into the staff that will soon reach into my belly where he will go deeper and deeper into my center asking, ‘is that you…is that you?’

Finally in exquisite relief my body will answer ‘Yes…yes love…that’s me…that’s your mother…there…there…’ and I’ll come and many times come again, and for a sweet moment…I’ll forget. And when the ecstatic moment passes, I’ll be left with my son above me, his Beldibi Escort Bayan juices coating my insides.” I come hard as the fantasy ends and the stinging whip of my thoughts begin to snap at me.

I had to talk to someone. I figured my sister Jan would probably be the only one I could trust; the only place I might find concern and advice rather than condemnation.

I visited her the next day and made a lot of small talk because it was hard for me to start but finally I said, “Janice honey, I don’t know how to tell you the trouble I’m in…its Tommy…”

“What is it babe, is he sick?”

“No sweetie, it’s nothing like that…it’s…I’ve been…sort of having sex with him.”

“What…How…?”

“Oh Jan, I just don’t have the strength to do the whole thing with you but you know how good-looking he is and how lonely and depressed I was…it happened…and now I’m so confused…I love him Jan, he’s everything I’ve ever wanted…everything…he’s the person we’ve talked about finding since we were girls. He loves me in a way that always makes me feel special…and he’s so good for me Jan, and exciting…I almost come when he just touches me.”

“Babe…Babe…don’t cry. Let’s talk about it…it sounds like you should be happy. I know it’s complicated and I don’t know anything about something like this but…what is there to cry about…you found someone to love…someone who loves you back.

“But he’s my son Jan…and…I can’t stop myself…I want him all the time…how can I want my own son to make love to me…want my son in me…in me…?”

“Look, I’d give anything to feel that way again…with anyone. You’re both adults and you’re in a situation that not everyone is going to understand – but they don’t have to. It’s for the two of you to work out. If it’s what you both decide you want…hey, the whole world is looking for that kind of love…you found it at home.”

The encouragement I got from Jan was unexpected but welcome. Somehow I felt better. When my son came home that night, for the first time, I was the initiator. I kissed him and told him that I loved him very much. It made him happy and he was surprised. He said, “Well I love you too…very much.” His kisses were passionate and helped assuage my fear that I would again regret what was about to happen between us. He took my top off and my nipples were already elongated. I felt more relaxed and the warm feelings bathed me as my son stroked my heavy breasts. The tingling reached between my legs before my son’s hands did, and it wet me. When he reached into my panties, his finger easily entered my opening and teased my pussy. I invited my son to bed.

When we reached my room, I could see the hardness of him straining in his pants. It was the hardness of my loving son that I wanted filling me. I undressed him for the first time and enjoyed touching each place I exposed. I stroked his smooth muscular chest and back. I grasped the cock that fueled my fantasies and reached behind to his strong ass. As we touched each other, he kissed my neck and said, “Mother…mother…mother…”

The words sent nagging doubts flitting as he reached down to put himself inside me. Doubts, like pins pricked into me as if puncturing my skin, but nothing could stop the relief I felt when the heart of me welcomed my son’s stiff flesh into my wet center. Nothing could keep me from saying, “Yes Tommy…yes…yes…be inside your mother…where she needs you.” He filled my pussy and the slow rhythmic insertions took me to realm of thoughtless abandon. All I could do was revel in the feel of him along the walls of my vagina, engorged in my pussy, fucking his…mother…fucking…his mother…fucking his mother.

I rested in my son’s arms after all the times he made me come. As his loving hands gently soothed my flaming body, I asked him if he was ashamed of me. He said, “Mom, don’t you know how much I love you? I’m proud that you’re my mom…you’re the one I want to spend all my nights with.”

“How could you be proud? When I…do things that no mother…”

“That’s when I’m the proudest of you…that’s when I love you the most,” he said.

I looked in his loving eyes and saw the truth of what he told me. I wanted to love him so much at that moment…I wanted to pleasure him as he had pleasured me. I went to the long cock lying on his leg and kissed it. It sprang to life, as I tasted both of our juices on it. When I first put the swelling knob into my mouth, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until my son came in my mouth. I had never let a man come in my mouth. I was almost forty years old and this was the first moment I understood why a woman would want her man to fill her mouth with his cum. I now loved my son that way and I wanted to do it for him, and more than that, I wanted to do it for me.

I sucked and rubbed the long shaft that had been in my pussy not long before. Having it in my mouth excited me. My tongue traced the shape of the spongy helmet and the veins that I had seen swell when he had gotten hard for me. I grabbed the shaft with one Escort Beldibi hand and my pussy with the other, as my body wouldn’t stay still. My son took my breast in his hand and all the sensations played me. I could feel his tension building as I sucked and masturbated him at the same time. I stopped long enough to kiss and lick up and down the shaft and tell him that I was proud that he was my son and that this was what I wanted.

I felt his fingers press into my breast as I returned him as deep into my mouth as I could. All he said was, “Mom…I’m…OH…OH…” I sucked and jerked him and the first forceful stream of cum hit the back of my throat. I controlled a small gag and swallowed as more jets followed. The sounds of my son’s pleasure made me glad and I continued to milk the juice into my mouth. The last few licks across the tip of his exhausted cock made his body twitch.

I continued rubbing my pussy and put my tit into my son’s mouth, feeding him. He held the big tit in two hands and he drew the nipple forcefully between his lips. He kept pulling on it and my body remembered how he used to draw milk from my swollen breasts. My pussy ached for release and I asked him to do it for me. He went between my legs and took my clit as he taken my nipple. He called me his “beautiful cunt” and it was the first time that word was beautiful to me.

I told him that my cunt was for him as I approached the most intense orgasm of the night. I cried out “Son…son…yes…like that baby…just like that for mother…” My body began to wrack in spasms. I arched my pussy high into the air as he continued sucking and I called to him, “Make me come…make me come…” He made me come and to my surprise within a moment he made me come again. “Oh love, you’re so good for your mother…” I held him so tightly, he could hardly breathe and I told him, “I’m never going to let you go…never…I don’t care…about anything anymore…my baby…my baby…”

I woke up happy the next morning, for the first time in a long time. I wouldn’t let him go to work and neither did I. We stayed and played and didn’t leave the house. I became determined to live the cliché – ‘Today is the first day of the rest of our lives’. I told my son, “From today on, I’ll never refuse you. All I’m going to do is love you. If you want me, I’m yours.”

He wanted me. He wanted me with my legs spread and all of me open to him and that was how I wanted to be. He touched the warm lips of my pussy and before I knew it, he pushed his big cock into me and said, “This is where I want to be mom.” I wouldn’t let him stop all day.

We talked about moving away to live in a place where we could be a couple that holds hands walking down the street and kisses at the movies; he talked about going back to college and finishing his degree. It was a day that was better than any fantasy.

About a week later I was having a particularly bad night and I woke him up. I needed the comfort of him and his loving warmth. I told him I was feeling down and upset and he just held me until I felt that little ‘click’ in my head that usually takes me from feeling terrible to feeling better for no particular reason. I did feel better and I appreciated how kind and concerned he was. I was so vulnerable and filled with love for him. I loved that he had grown into a good person. I kissed him for it. Then I kissed him for me.

I opened my nightgown and took a bare breast to his mouth. My nipple responded to his attention as his hand stroked my flank. He slid under the panty-like bottom and caressed one globe, spreading my ass. My head started to spin off into fantasies. I wanted…everything.

He slept in briefs and they were now stretching at the crotch. I was beyond caring or thinking. I took his briefs down and saw the longest, widest, straightest, hardest cock I figured I would ever see. He was up on his elbows and I told him, “Lie back baby and let momma take care of you.” I grabbed the shaft that my fingers couldn’t quite get around and brought it to my mouth. I kissed it and felt it jump in my hand. I engulfed the crown and moved my hand along the length as I sucked on the fully expanded head. The taste of my son’s pre-cum on my tongue excited me. My son’s thick meat filled my mouth as I descended on the shaft. I couldn’t believe how much was still exposed.

The thought that I was sucking my son’s cock was still new: illicit and thrilling at the same time. In my lonely nights of masturbatory fantasies I had concocted some far out scenarios but never in my wildest imaginings was my mouth filled with my son’s cock; yet I was trembling with excitement that it was there, and that my son wanted to love me that way.

The noises coming from both of us told me that there was no way I was going to stop before he came. I told him the other thoughts that were swirling in my head between my sucking bouts. “I love the taste of your cock Tommy…I love the soft skin and hard shaft…I love to watch your pleasure when you’re in momma’s mouth…I want to be good for you baby…I want to give you the best sucking you ever had…” I licked him from under his big balls to the tip of his leaking cock head. I almost swallowed the crown and used my tongue to massage the hard shaft. I asked him, “Is momma doing you good baby…is this what you want momma to do?” By his sounds, he seemed to like my talking as much as my sucking.

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Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 06

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I awoke to the sound of a muffled alarm clock. I opened my eyes. Still wrapped in a sheet on a sofa across the room, Lucy fumbled for the clock, which was under a cushion, and turned it off. Aunt Anne slid gently away from beside me and stood up. It was summer (though not a very warm one) and enough soft light filtered through the curtains for me to be able to see her naked body clearly.

I’m guessing that most blokes wake up in the morning with an erection, or at least half-hard; I say I’m guessing, as I don’t make a habit of discussing the subject. Anyway, I had awoken half-hard and now I was stiffening further as my aunt stood naked by the sofa-bed to face me.

I ran my hungry gaze over her. She was tall and slim. Her dark-blond hair was dishevelled. Her eyes and mouth were smiling coyly. My eyes roamed to her neck then to her small, high-mounted breasts. I gazed upon her puffy nipples, then my eyes swept over her midriff and down to her butterfly tattoo and to her pussy, shaved smooth except for a narrow landing strip above her hood. Her hair was pale and cropped to stubble. With a twinge of shame — though not remorse — I recalled our earlier passion, watched by Lucy, as I entered my own aunt and came inside her.

Aunt Anne stooped over me to kiss me. Her bare little breasts dipped forward a little, and my hands rose to caress them, but she pulled away and laughed quietly.

“Not now, love. I need to creep upstairs. We don’t want anyone to come downstairs and find us in bed together, do we?” she murmured as she picked up her discarded nightdress from the floor. I reached out and stroked it, relishing the cool slinky feel of it.

I reached for my watch. It was only five-thirty in the morning. Lucy was lying on her side watching us. Her dark hair was untidy. The bed sheet was draped across her chest but she shuffled — probably deliberately — and it slipped to bare her uppermost breast, modest but a bigger then Aunt Anne’s, and adorned with a gold ring through her nipple. Her blues eyes seemed to pierce me. I glanced at her narrow lips and recalled how they had closed around my manhood as she licked me clean after my orgasm.

But my gaze returned quickly to my aunt. It had only been a few days since my lust for her had been kindled by the sight of her in that very nightdress. But now as I lay gazing at her it was with the dreadful consciousness that my desire for her had now been consummated. She stood half-facing me, and I watched her raise her hands, and gazed at her long arms and shaved armpits as the ivory nightdress slid down her and over her head.

It slid sensually lower, veiling her from my sight beginning with her little breasts, then rapidly covering down to her tattoo and nearly hairless pussy, and finally to the calves of her well toned legs.

Whilst I wouldn’t describe it as strongly as a fetish, I do love satin or silk on a woman. And right then the sight of Aunt Anne slipping on her nightdress in the soft, early morning light that the curtains filtered was utterly captivating.

Her nightdress shimmered in the light, and patches of light and shadow ebbed and flowed on it as she moved. Her nightdress didn’t cling to her, but it did fit closely enough to show the contours of her body. The bust was trimmed with fine ivory mesh, and the shape of her little breasts was clear under it. Although her nipples were puffy, the whole nipple from the areola to the tip forming a pink cone rather than the nub of it rising from the areola, they pressed against the shiny fabric. The satin was a brilliant, highlighted white where they did so. Under her breasts the fabric was subtly shadowed, the slightness of the shadow emphasising the smallness of her breasts. Her cleft was very shallow.

The back of the nightdress was cut to just below her shoulder blades and two narrow, bra-type straps with a little buckle and ring held it in place. The pretty lace trim at the bust fell in a sharp diagonal line to form a deep V of mesh at the back down to her waist. Little random swirls adorned the mesh.

The nightdress hung deliciously over her backside, the cut and the highlights and shadows of the shiny satin half-showing, half-suggesting its size and curves.

I looked into her face. She held my gaze, and I blushed, feeling ashamed to be eyeing her up so close and with such intensity. She blushed, too, but smiled. She stooped over me to kiss me again. Her neckline puckered forward. I stared inside at her breasts and nipples, entirely visible. Very briefly I fondled her buttocks through the cool, slippery satin, then, summoning all my will power I withdrew my hands.

“I must be going, James, love,” she whispered. She straightened up and headed slowly and stealthily to the door, her ivory nightdress stretching and creasing against her, emphasising her contours and movements with each soft step she took. She closed the door as quietly as she could.

She was gone. I was completely hard. And frustrated. I could just hear her Tekirova Escort creeping stealthily up the stairs.

It was very disappointing. The sex we had enjoyed in the early hours of the night had been quite brief — though, admittedly, extremely intense. I would have loved another opportunity right now, slow and unhurried, exploring each other and building up slowly. But I knew she was right. I would have been mortified for the others to know we had spent the night in each other’s arms, and to see from the spent condoms that we had enjoyed sex not once but twice.

I looked over at Lucy. She was lying on her side, propping herself on her elbow and staring at me with her piercing blue eyes. She ran her tongue slowly across her lips. She drew back the sheet that was covering her. My heart began to hammer in my chest and I felt my erection tighten to the full, then relax slightly.

It was almost a replication of a few hours ago when she had led me to this room and when my aunt had exposed herself to me. It had been a conspiracy between her and Lucy.

And Lucy was replicating the scene deliberately. She raised, then lowered her dark, plucked eyebrows to give me a knowing look, and smiled saucily at me.

Her neck was slightly lined, and her straight, slightly broad nose seemed to emphasise the paleness of her eyes and the narrowness of her lips. Her breasts sagged slightly but not over-much, and I stared at the piercing through her nipple.

Although she was petite, a few lines creased her stomach below her navel. Her posture led my eye over the curve of her hip to her slender flank. As Aunt Anne had done, Lucy was lying with her legs closed. Her legs were shorter and more slender than my aunt’s were. But in the triangle between her inner thighs and her body there was a dense patch of soft-looking hair instead of a pale, narrow landing strip.

Still holding my lustful gaze, Lucy drew her lower lip under her upper one. I knew it was just a mannerism, but it seemed strangely erotic. Then, as Aunt Anne had done, she opened her slender legs and angled the upper one away.

I gave a low gasp as her pouting lips came into view, their pinkness highlighted by the dark hairs above and to each side. She stroked her breasts, which yielded just slightly due to the lightness of her touch, and slid her hand down, over her belly, to her verdant bush.

She ran her long fingers through her dark pubes, and I watched her fine hairs twine around them fingers. She flickered her tongue over her lips and then pressed her fingers on her mound and eased her pussy open.

I stared at the raw pink flesh. She rocked her splayed hand back and forth, causing her pussy to move rudely and enticingly.

“Are you hard?” she asked quietly, so as not to be overheard. Although her voice was low it seemed to shatter the intense silence, and startled me. I nodded.

“Show me!” she urged.

I pulled back the sheet and, without looking down, bared it to her. Her pupils seemed to enlarge at the sight. I readily admit that I am not massively endowed, probably average, but her look was eager. I blushed, unaccustomed to studious study of my nakedness, especially by a married woman who was old enough to be my mother and whose husband was upstairs. I guessed that it was probably my youth and relative inexperience that excited her — or maybe the fact that she had enticed me into having sex with my aunt before her eyes. My manhood wilted slightly. She licked her lips again.

“I can’t believe your aunt left you in that state without doing something to relieve you, you poor love!” she murmured.

Then she stood up. The sight of her modest breasts swaying as she did so revived my hardness. My stomach gave a churn of anticipation, too.

For a few agonising moments she simply facing me from across the room, her pale eyes fixed on mine. She rested one hand on her hip. With the other she stroked and fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples with her fingers, rolling them round with the palm of her hand, and tugging on her nipple piercing. Her orb stretched lewdly out of shape. Her belly was fairly flat, with just a little looseness, and my eyes then latched again on her hairy pussy

She turned slowly round and I gazed at her slender legs and shapely bum cheeks. I blushed with shame at the reminder that the previous evening she had allowed me to penetrate the naughty hole that nestled out of sight between them. Still with her back to me she leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees, and gyrated her hips slowly.

She stood up and faced me again. Her left hand hung by her side. With her right hand she continued to play with her semi-firm breasts. I glanced from her rippling flesh to her wedding ring, and back to her orb again. I thought of her husband Bill, upstairs. I wondered whether he had joined Caroline and Jack, whether he was wondering where his wife, Lucy, was, or whether he was even sleeping obliviously. Whilst I knew that he was fully content to share his wife on occasions such Tekirova Escort Bayan as this, it nevertheless felt very illicit. And the muting of Lucy’s voice and mine added to the naughty appeal of it.

With a shudder of delight I watched her step slowly, naked, towards me, still playing with her breasts and her nipple piercing, and still gazing intently at me.

She stood close and, as my aunt had done, stooped to kiss me on the mouth. I was half-hoping for a long sexy smooch such as we had enjoyed several hours earlier, but she broke away.

“I can’t believe she left you so excited without helping you out!” she said softly. Again she licked her lips and stared down at my burgeoning erection. I watched passively as she raised her hand to her mouth. She licked her palm and her fingers, and I watched as she lowered her hand to my hardness and wrapped it around me. I felt her give a gentle squeeze, then she began to rock her hand slowly up and down, sliding my taut skin back and forth to bare my purplish, seeping tip. I gasped.

She leaned forward and proffered her breasts to my mouth. I drew her left one into my mouth and sucked on it. She cooed with pleasure and braced herself on the back of the sofa bed that served as the headboard. I caressed her thigh, and she sighed with pleasure. She guided my hand to her hairy minge, and, just as she had done I slid my fingers through the soft, dank hairs.

She held her hand up with her fingers extended and her thumb parted a little form them.

“Hold your hand like this…” she whispered. “Slide your thumb up my cunt and rub my clitty and hood with the edge of your finger…”

Her crudity thrilled me. She leaned forward again and braced herself on the back of the sofa. She was already moist as I eased my thumb into her. I teased her hard nipple with my tongue and gently tugged on her piercing with my teeth.

“Oooh yes, love… you’ve got a nice touch, James! That’s it! Let’s have a nasty quickie with our fingers!” she hissed.

Against my finger her slit and hood felt hard and sticky, and as I pushed my thumb in and out of her, my finger effectively frigged her clit at the same time. Her mouth was open and her teeth were bared in a kind of grimace, but a grimace of pleasure, as we played with each other.

My finger made a soft but rude squishing sound and the pumping of her palm on my dribbling knob made a sympathetic sound. I watched her hand making its lewd movements and mt foreskin sliding back and forth, and sucked harder on her breast. I rested my other hand on her backside and kneaded it rhythmically. I nonchalantly slid my hand further round and nestled the edge of my hand into her bum cleft, pressing against her lightly perspiring skin, but I made no attempt to do more than that unbidden.

Her hand clasped me a bitt firmer and her wanking movements increased in vigour and speed. It was certainly going to be a quickie, I thought, as my eyes raced from the movement of my thumb sawing in and out of her hairy pussy then to my finger on her clit, to her slightly flaccid breasts and hardening nipples, to her sweetly contorted face and then to her hand rudely pumping me. I sucked her orb more ardently and drove my thumb and fingers harder. I knew I could not last long. I didn’t care.

I paused a little as I felt my balls tighten. I groaned and then thrust myself into her clasping palm. My cum spurted a little and oozed down her still-pumping hand. I gasped, still thrusting until I was spent. I wished I had more to give her, but this was my fourth ejaculation in less than twelve hours.

Lucy was grinding her pussy against my hand and I resumed, concentrating now on reciprocating the blissful relief that she had given me. I squeezed her bum cheek as I drove my thumb deeper into her and rubbed her clit harder with my fingers with each stroke. She braced herself more fully and began to gasp and to shake. I withdrew my face from her B-cup breasts and treated myself to the spectacle of them bouncing and swaying deliciously above my face in her ecstasy. She brought her legs together in several squeezing movements to prolong her abating pleasure, then she stepped back.

We both giggled self-consciously, and to be truthful I didn’t really know what to say anyway.

Lucy examined her sticky fingers.

“Now, I wonder what the best way is to clean myself up?” she murmured, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

I was about to point out that there was a box of tissues on the coffee table. But before I could, she lowered her hand and rubbed it on her dark, silken pubes above and to one side of her pussy.

It was obscene yet deliciously so. She repeated the process on the other side of her pussy, wiping the remnants of my cum from her fingers and onto her pubes. Blobs and little strings of creamy stickiness adorned her dark hairs, and a couple detached and stuck to her fingers. She wiped her hand on her inner thigh.

“There you go, love!” she said, her breathing still uneven. “That’s what you needed! Escort Tekirova Me too!” She sat beside me on the bed and we spent several minutes kissing softly. Then she stood up.

“I need to be going too, now,” she announced. “You’ve no idea what a lovely change it makes to have a younger lad join us, James,” she added.

“I’ll see you later, love,” she continued. “Now might be a good time just to quickly remind you of one of our rules — though as you’ll have worked out, we don’t have many!” She laughed softly at this point. I looked at her breasts, her mature face, and her fingers and hairy pussy still adorned with my mess.

My expression must have shown a look of concern, but she beamed to reassure me.

“Relax, James!” she murmured. “It’s just this. Whatever we do, with whoever, is between those people and we don’t talk about it later to our partners or to each other. In other words I won’t tell Bill what we’ve just done, nor will you tell Anne. And I won’t tell Bill or Jack or Caroline about you, your aunt and I in this room either. Agreed?”

I nodded. I vaguely remembered her husband, Bill, explaining this earlier. It was a relief to think that my aunt would not ask me about what Lucy and I had got up to. On the other hand I wished I could discover in detail what Aunt Anne had done with Jack while I was with Lucy, or what she had got up to with Bill and Lucy while I was with Caroline and Jack. As I looked at Lucy’s petite body beside me, I had to fight back a vision of her and Aunt Anne kissing and caressing each other while Bill looked on or joined in.

“We all trust our partners to keep to certain bounds. But it seems a shame to share intimacy with someone else and then blab about it afterwards. And our rule is that if we catch each other doing so, they don’t come to our parties again. Okay?”

I nodded again stupidly. “Fine by me,” was all I could manage.

It felt oddly stimulating that this mature, married temptress was privy to my shameful secret. I felt somehow that I was in her power. Maybe it was just because by now my mind and my hormones were reeling.

She turned. I gazed at her short, slim frame, her narrow back, shoulders and waist, her slender legs and firm backside as, still naked, she walked softly to the door, opened it and closed it quietly behind her. I strained my ears for any further sound.

Several moments later I heard the bathroom door open, and a soft giggle escaped from Lucy. She said something quietly, but I could not catch her words and heard no other voice, so there was no way of knowing whom she had encountered on her naked creep back upstairs. I felt ashamed as I thought of the spectacle of her encountering someone, standing with my mess blobbed and strung in her luxuriant pubes.

I blushed hotly as I considered the possible candidates: Caroline, Jack, worse still, her own husband, Bill, or even — my blush and temperature increased at the awful thought — my Aunt Anne. No clue was forthcoming, however. Perhaps it was as well, though curiosity and acute embarrassment gripped me.

I lay on my back with my hands behind my head. It was surreal, but as I looked around the room there were enough little details to confirm that it had all indeed taken place.

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I waited half an hour or so to avoid returning upstairs too soon after Lucy, then wrapped a sheet loosely around myself and stole as softly as I could back to the room that had been assigned to me, but in which I had spent little of the night!

I dozed off lightly, then when I heard sounds and movements I got dressed and went downstairs to join the others.

Aunt Anne was entering the dining room with a plate of toast. She was wearing the tight, red dress she had worn to the “party”. She looked stunning. I struggled not to ogle her so as not to betray that our relationship had taken an unexpected and taboo twist in the last few hours. She smiled at me a little coyly and greeted me with a soft “Morning, James!” Bill was seated at the table eating some cereal. He smiled at me and beckoned me to join him. Jack stepped into the room with a pot of coffee, and I could hear Lucy’s and Caroline’s voices in the kitchen.

Caroline was wearing the similarly tight dress over her busty figure that she had worn the previous evening. It was easier not to eye her up; the presence of her partner, Jack, restrained me. Nevertheless I recalled the sight of her fabulous breasts that had wrapped around my erection. I though too of her small, jaunty tuft of long blond hair above her pussy, and the way she had straddled me and bobbed her shaved pussy lips against my protruding tongue.

Lucy was wearing cropped trousers and a modest tee shirt. I found it harder to resist looking at her, though managed to avoid ogling her body over-much. But each time she licked her lips or drew her lower one under her upper one I was reminded of kissing her lips, and of seeing them close round my erection. The sight of her hands reminded me of our illicit creep downstairs in the early hours — her leading me along the landing by my erection and only swapping to my hand as we reached the stairs — for a conspired rendezvous (unguessed by me) with my naked aunt. I thought too of how she had shamelessly masturbated before Aunt Anne, and of my taking my aunt before Lucy’s very eyes and jerking body.

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Friend’s First Kiss Ch. 01

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I’ve been with Jacqui for almost seven years. Here’s where it all started, and, I’m glad it started.

We were chilling in the rec room, watching movies and talking. Fresh out of a failed relationship I was a little sulky. Jacqui gave me a big hug. Her warm breath on my ear stirred my senses.

The closeness was nice. She smelled so good. I kissed her cheek and got a kiss back. This kiss led to another and another until our lips met. Ah! That was nice. We pulled away and stared into each other’s eyes. Desire lit her beautiful green eyes.

More kisses followed leaving us both panting. “I want more!” is all Jacqui could say as she kissed my face and neck. My back arched as lust rushed through me. When we pulled away this time I knew what I wanted. Like Jacqui I too wanted more.

Off came her t shirt, bra. And jeans Her breasts were beautiful, perfectly rounded with little pink nipples. I held them in my hands, caressing them. When my fingers brushed around the underside of those perfect breasts her moans filled the room. Finding her sensitive spot I kept Altınova Escort the stimulation going. There was no turning back now. Little pink nipples were ready for a big suck. Suck I did till she pulled away. Oh did she want it as was evident by the wet spot on her panties. Mine had that same wet spot..

“Let me see yours Shar!” she panted. Right through layers of clothes, her thumbs brushed across those hard, sensitive nipples. In a rush to my shirt and bra were discarded. She just said “Mmmmmm let me…” That sentence was left unfinished because she filled her mouth with my nipples. She reached for the buttons on my jeans. One yank and those jeans were on the floor. We stood up and looked each other up and down. Our lips met again. We struggled out of our soaked panties and tumbled back onto the couch.

Sweet kisses ran down my body. I was so wet and so ready to feel her mouth on my clit. Did she accommodate my lust? Oh no. Not right away. That tongue flicked all over coming close but not quite sliding over where I wanted it to. All Altınova Escort Bayan I could do was moan and squirm. “You’re in for a tease Shar.” she whispered.

Tease she did. Up, down and all around my pussy. I had been tongue fucked before but when her tongue slipped inside me it was even sweeter. Moans from me rose steadily louder and were now almost continuous. More teasing followed driving me crazy. That came to an end just before all that pussy juice burst onto her face. Lust filled eyes just stared at her. “Had enough Shar? Ready for more??” came in a husky whisper to my ears. “Mmmm you are wet girl!” she observed. Long fingers played inside me.

“Make me cum!!!” I begged. “Need to cum now!” With a grin came the words “What if I don’t want you to do that just yet?

That soft wet tongue again teased my pussy, never quite touching my clit. Poor little nub was throbbing, needing release. A finger brushed against it and my back arched.

“Oh god!” were the only words I could get out. What I wanted, needed so bad, Escort Altınova I got. Jacqui giggled. Her lips kissed my clit and then sucked it gently. A good cum was building up inside me.

Again, she denied my release. “Now now. All in good time.” She giggled some more.

By this time I was soaked in sweat. Need to cum, raced through my mind. Half delirious with desire my hand reached for my clit. Need to cum was the only thought. Jacqui had other ideas and gently pulled the hand away. “Want it bad, don’t you baby?”

“Yessssss!” is what escaped from me. I screamed “yessssssssss!” again when once again those soft lips sucked on that sensitive bud. Gentle fingers filled me. Several times I was almost there. You know, almost ready to burst all over her fingers.

Finally she said “Go ahead Shar. Cum for me!” Those words. Those fingers and lips. It was exquisite. The thought that this would soon stop ran through me. Sensations didn’t end though. Instead the pleasure got even more intense than any before. A powerful orgasm was close. Those lips, tongue and fingers didn’t stop. Wetness ran down my ass onto the couch. “I’m cummmmmmmmming! I’m cummmmmmmmmming!” I screamed over and over. Pussy juice was everywhere.

“Liked that did you?” Jacqui asked with a giggle.

“Fuck yes!” that’s all that came from me.

Jacqui’s turn.

To be continued…

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Ashley’s Confession

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Thanks to everyone for the encouragement and suggestions. Several folks have asked for a sequel to “Ashley’s Story.” On a bit of a whim, I decided to experiment with a “confessional” kind of story.

This takes the tale in a slightly different direction, but it seemed like a fun avenue to explore.

I hope you enjoy it!

Kate

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Dear Dr. Minkowski,

I am responding to your request that I write down the details of the matters I alluded to in my last therapy session.

I have to say that you were correct. By writing this, I have begun to understand myself more, and I have developed more of an appreciation of the complex relationships in our family. I am beginning to see how they have fueled some of the behaviors that I am trying to change.

You were also correct about it being much easier to write an account than to relate these events face-to-face, though I fear that is what you are going to ask me to do at some point. I am still very embarrassed to admit to these feelings and actions.

It is now clear to me that I need to reflect more on these events and my feelings about them if I am to make good decisions in the future. The following account is my attempt to take another step along that path.

I feel that I should apologize at the outset, as I’m sure there are aspects of my story that you will find offensive—perhaps shocking. You did, however as me to be completely frank and I have done my best. The language is vile at times, but it accurately reflects my state of mind.

As you know, I experienced a sexual event with my husband, daughter and daughter’s friend that was both unusual and very pleasurable for me. Since we have already covered that, I will begin with the immediate aftermath.

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The girls left, and my husband and I were alone in the house. After what had transpired, he was spent but I was completely ready for more—in fact I was sexually energized more than I had even been. My darling husband, seeing the state I was in, took me into the family room, laid me on the couch and proceeded to give me wonderful oral sex, recreating what he had done in the spa.

As he did this, though, my mind kept wandering back to Erica, and how delicious she had looked quivering against my daughter’s mouth. I began to imagine that she was licking me and I very swiftly had a massive orgasm. My husband stopped briefly, but apparently one glance at me let him know that I needed more. He went back to work, and I continued to fantasize about Erica and Stephanie and how wonderful it would be to have a woman going down on me.

I then recalled the kisses I had shared with Erica. Immediately, my body went into a fit of spasms as I reached another powerful climax. As my husband continued, I remained focused on the kisses with Erica, now imagining Stephanie’s tongue bringing me off. That image brought me to my third and final release.

As I calmed down, my husband cuddled me and we kissed, sharing our love for each other. I could see that he was now aroused again, so I took his penis in my hand—since he’s a bit older, it’s difficult for him to become firm enough to penetrate me for a second orgasm, so I typically give him pleasure with my hand and mouth.

As I stroked him, he asked me, “Wow, Ashley. I’ve never seen you come like that. What got you so worked up?” I paused only a moment before answering truthfully.

“I was thinking about Erica’s body, and what it felt like to kiss her,” I explained. Instantly, my husband erupted, grunting as he sent his thick semen onto my body and the sofa.

“I think that image must be arousing for both of us,” I said. We both laughed.

“Yes,” he agreed, “I thought it was very sexy to see you kissing Erica. You know, Ashley, if you wanted to explore that part of your sexuality I would be ok with it. It might perhaps be something we could share.”

We talked a little more about that without coming to a real conclusion, except to say that if the opportunity for an affair with another woman presented itself that I should feel free to indulge.

The opportunity presented itself several weeks later.

Erica was now a frequent guest at our house and we always welcomed her sunny personality. It was odd that she and Stephanie never seemed to act like lovers when they were with us. They simply seemed to be what we had thought earlier—very good friends.

I finally determined to ask Stephanie about this. I felt that I wanted to help her clarify the situation for herself. As I reflect more deeply, however, I can see that I wanted her to clarify the situation for me as well.

“Mom,” she explained, “Erica and I are basically really good friends who, er—get together every once in a while. She’s mostly into girls and doesn’t like guys much. I’m really more geared to sex with guys, but it’s really fun to play with Erica when we’re in the mood. Besides, mom, I don’t have that much time for a relationship now, and guys want Yeşilköy Escort sex all the time. This arrangement is perfect for me while I’m in school.”

I had to hand it to my daughter—she was as practical and level-headed about this as she was about most other things. There wasn’t much I could argue with there. “So, honey, I take it that Erica is as happy with this arrangement as you are then?” I asked.

“Yeah, sort of I guess. I think she’d like to get more sex—or at least have sex with a woman who was like a real lesbian. I mean, like, with me I think it must be more like play time. It’s hard to explain, but I think she’s a little unfulfilled. But it’s ok…really.”

I left it at that, but Stephanie’s confession got me thinking along a different line.

Not too long after this conversation, Erica was at the house for dinner and afterward we all decided to get in the spa again. My husband went out to get the spa ready, and Steph zipped upstairs to change while Erica helped me finish up the dishes. Just being alone with her had my heart beating faster—I was astonished to find that I was getting aroused being around this lovely, young woman. I knew that we didn’t have much time, so I had to act quickly.

“Erica,” I began, “I think that you are a very attractive woman.” Erica stopped and turned to face me. She had a puzzled expression on her face.

“Gee, thanks, Mrs. Morris,” she said. Her manner was quite shy, but she looked directly into my eyes. I didn’t look away. We stayed like that for several seconds, and I felt my face flush.

“I really enjoyed kissing you, too,” I continued. “I hope we have a chance to do more of that sometime.” Erica’s neck became flushed with sexual arousal—I knew the signs well.

“Definitely,” she said softly. “Definitely.” She walked forward, put her hands on my sides to pull me in and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth. I responded, our tongues touching briefly. Then I saw my husband peeking in through the glass doors that separated the patio from the family room. He was smiling from ear to ear.

I put my arm around Erica and she immediately nestled into it. “Shall we go up and change for spa time?” I asked with a grin.

“I’d like to wear my birthday suit for you in that spa,” Erica giggled, taking my hand and leading me up the stairs.

As we headed up the stairs, we met Stephie coming down. She giggled when she saw Erica and me holding hands. “I’ll just hop in the spa with dad for a little while. You guys take your time,” she said with a wink. Before I could say anything, she disappeared down the stairs.

Erica turned to me. “You lead the way. Take me wherever you like,” she said teasingly. Instinctively I turned into our bedroom, but then changed my mind. I led her across the hall into one of the guest bedrooms.

“I think I’d be more comfortable in here,” I told her.

“You’re the boss,” Erica countered, taking me in her arms. I had never experienced sexual advances from a woman and was surprised at how much more welcoming they felt in relation to those from a man. Less demand, more invitation. I felt myself desiring Erica’s caresses in a way I had never done with a man.

We kissed deeply, fulfilling the desire that had been burning since our first encounter in the kitchen. Her caresses felt familiar and my body reacted as I would have expected. Her gentle stroking of my breasts and nipples, for example, made me very aroused. When she sucked my nipples, I could feel my clitoris become erect as my genitals lubricated.

Her touch, however, was also different than a man’s. My husband’s touch is wonderfully gentle and comforting, but his size, strength and power (qualities that I relish when we are being intimate!) gives his touch urgency—almost as if it demands a response from my body. I have always adored the feeling of being “taken” by him—of completely succumbing to his superior strength.

Erica, on the other hand, is small and slender. Her touch, therefore, was much lighter and seemed more tentative. I felt as though I was being invited to become aroused. She tantalized and nurtured my responses as delicately as one puts kindling on a small fire.

In no time, she had me aflame. I was insane with desire for her. I longed to kiss her, to feel her breasts in my hands, to feel her soft, supple body. She guided my mouth to her nipples and I lost myself in an ecstasy of nursing on her—feeling her nipples become erect between my lips was intoxicating. I became overwhelmed with the desire to taste her, and so moved down her body. By now, she was writhing with pleasure as I licked and nibbled on her tender flesh, leaving a pink trail of teeth marks along her belly. The trail curved and wended its way southward—the shortest distance to her orgasm was assuredly not a straight line—but it eventually arrived at her damp mons. I loved her neatly trimmed bush and wiry dark hair, and became drunk on her scent.

I opened her with my hands. As I gazed at her swollen lips and Yeşilköy Escort Bayan clit, I realized that I was going to be licking her just as my daughter did. That thought, combined with the taste and feel of her erect clitoris against my tongue made me nearly pass out with excitement.

The contact was electric for both of us. She grunted and thrust her hips upward into my face, as her hands gripped my head. She began to undulate her hips as I licked her, exploring the delicate labia, the quivering hood, and of course the throbbing center of her pleasure.

Erica’s groans filled the room as I let her ride my lapping tongue. I lost myself in a liquid pool of Erica—her wetness, her taste, her moans all surrounded me just as her grasping hands gently guided my head and her gyrating hips massaged my face.

With a final gasping groan, Erica found her release. Her hands, no longer gentle and nurturing, gripped me with ferocious strength as her body shook and quivered. At her climax, she became more driving and demanding than any man I had even known. And God help me, I loved every second of it. I became the willing tool of her lust, seeking to draw every atom of lustful pleasure from her. She complied, giving herself completely to me. After a good long time, she finally relaxed and pulled me up so we could embrace—now as lovers.

“God. You are fucking amazing,” Erica sighed as we fell into a long, deep kiss. When we parted, she playfully kissed my nose. “Do you want to stay here or go down and find our other playmates?” she asked with a smile.

I knew how much Allen would enjoy watching Erica have her way with me, so I eagerly encouraged her downstairs. The house was still, but we could see the light on by the spa. Looking out, we saw my husband and daughter in the spa together. They were naked.

As we approached, Stephanie looked up and said, “Holy fuck, mom. I thought you guys were never going to make it out here.” Then, turning to Erica she added teasingly, “Did she come hard for you?” At this, I saw my husband’s large erection twitch.

“Actually, I came hard for her,” Erica corrected with a smile. Seeing how Stephanie was straddling one of the jets, she added “Did you come hard for your dad yet?”

“Not yet,” giggled Stephanie. “He’s been wanting me to hold off to wait for you guys.” Turning to my husband, she added, “Haven’t you, Daddy?” in a shy, little-girl voice. In response, his erection became more intense, flattening itself against his stomach. Clear fluid oozed from the tip.

Stephanie leaned forward, giving him a perfect view of her pert breasts. The erect nipples swayed, tantalizingly, only inches from his mouth. “You want to see mom come for Erica, don’t you?” she asked, still using her little-girl voice. He could only nod in response, seemingly beyond coherent thought.

I sat on the edge of the spa and spread my legs, giving him a perfect view. His eyes locked on the area of my body that was the source of such pleasure for him. This time, however, someone else would be enjoying it.

Erica eased herself into the spa, nestling herself between my eager thighs. I realized that I needed her badly. My throbbing genitals ached for her tongue. I didn’t want a man—all I could think of in that moment was to give myself to this beautiful, sensual woman.

Erica purred as she leaned forward and began her work. She ran her tongue over my labia with practiced ease—and knowing that most of her practice had come on my daughter’s pussy made it even more thrilling for me. I became aware that Stephanie was talking to my husband.

“See how she does that little flick thing on the inner lips?” she was whispering into his ear, “that feels so amazing.” She pointed at my chest. “She’s really starting to feel it. See how her nipples are getting hard?”

Having my daughter point out the finer points of my arousal to my husband as her lesbian lover licked me was too much. I groaned and felt the waves of an orgasm surge through me. Erica didn’t miss a beat—and didn’t stop. She rode me through it and continued to lick me with gusto.

I glanced over and saw that my husband had taken his cock in his hand and was starting to masturbate. Stephanie slapped his hand away.

“No!” she cried out. “I want to do that.” She instantly wrapped her hand around his throbbing organ. The sight of her pink nails and silver bracelet enhanced the effect of her small hand around her step-father’s enormous penis. She gripped it with furious strength and pulled the skin down tightly. My husband grunted.

“Your cock is so big,” she cooed, back to her little-girl voice. “Does Daddy like his little girl’s hand on his big cock?”

Beads of sweat appeared on his upper lip as he groaned, “Oh yes, honey.” He began to tremble. “Daddy loves his little girl’s pretty hand.” With one finger, Erica began to make circles at the opening of my vagina, gradually working her way inside. I moaned and looked across at my husband. As our eyes met, my body also Escort Yeşilköy began to tremble. We watched each other being pleasured by the young women as we lost ourselves in our lustful transports.

Stephanie stroked her step-dad slowly. As she did so, she looked deeply into his eyes. She made her eyes bigger and opened her mouth and my husband’s head fell back. His back arched, and I knew that his time was near.

Stephanie, however, had other ideas. Releasing his cock, she playfully slapped his face, startling him. Then she swatted at his twitching prick.

“Bad boy,” she said in a pouty voice. “Bad daddy. Did you think you were going to make your nasty boy mess all over your little girl’s pretty hand?” She gently scratched his face and chest with her manicured nails, allowing him to see her soft hand adorned with the lovely silver ring and bracelet he had given her.

My husband looked at me with a pleading, desperate look. At that moment, however, I was unable to help him as Erica had me nearing a second orgasm. Thinking that I could help encourage his release I spread my legs wider and groaned, “Fuck Erica, you’re going to make me come again.”

As the orgasm took me, I saw my beautiful daughter once again wrap her hand around Allen’s massive cock and pull the skin down tight. I shuddered and gasped my way though my second climax, wanting only that it should never stop. Erica obliged me, giving no sign of stopping her attentions. In fact, she expertly slid a second finger inside me, extending and deepening my orgasm.

Stephanie was pulling the skin of my husband’s erection so tight that the muscles in her slender arm bulged. His organ had turned a deep purple as she squeezed. He was grunting and moving his hips in circles as his step-daughter held him in a vice grip. Once again, Stephanie looked at him wide-eyed, then opened her mouth giving a little gasp. This teasing sent him into another frenzy of pelvic thrusting.

Now, Stephanie’s face changed, and she got an evil smile. She slowly worked up a mouthful of spit, then extended her tongue to show it to the helpless male in front of her. He could only moan, completely surrendering himself to her.

“Does daddy want to come?” she asked innocently. He could only nod.

“Use your words, daddy,” Stephanie teased, “Do you want to come for your little girl?” She continued to work up a mouthful of spit as he struggled to answer. Her grip on his cock was unrelenting, almost vicious.

“Oh god, darling, I want to come for you so bad. Please make me come,” he finally moaned.

Stephanie gave a leer of triumph. “Good daddy,” she hissed, spitting the contents of her mouth all over his cock. Using her spit as lubricant, she began to stroke him, using long, slow strokes. He growled and grabbed her shoulders.

“Play nice,” Stephanie cautioned him, “or you’ll scare away my pretty hand.” She momentarily released his cock again, and looked him in the eyes. “You don’t want that, do you?” she teased.

He groaned again. “Oh God, no,” he moaned, “Please, please, honey. Please God don’t stop. Make daddy come for you. Please.”

Watching this scene played out right in front of me combined with the skillful work of Erica’s fingers caused me to erupt into my third climax. I grabbed Erica’s head and ground my pussy into her face as I bucked and moaned for my beautiful lover. She brought me off like a true champion, and, amazingly, continued her work on me, setting me firmly on the path to yet greater heights. I felt that I had lost control of my body and its responses—I was now completely at the mercy of this beautiful young woman. I looked desperately over at my husband.

He, sadly, was completely beyond helping me, having become the plaything of the vixen who was mercilessly jerking him off. Stephanie was relishing the power she had over him, and was teasing him unmercifully. She would give him about a dozen hard, fast strokes, then hold the skin of his cock tight.

“You’re not going to come until I say you can,” she hissed at him, squeezing his cock until it was purple. Then she stroked him furiously, making his hips thrust.

“Whoa, there, bronco,” she teased, giving him the stop-and-squeeze treatment. “It’s not time to gallop to the finish just yet.” Another round of hard pumping brought him just to the edge, but again her squeeze denied him release.

“So near, and yet so far,” she said softly, giving him a truly evil grin. This time, she slowly bent down and eased her mouth over his throbbing head. Beyond himself, my husband grabbed her head, urging it further down his shaft. Instantly, Stephanie pulled her head off of him.

“What the fuck?” she hissed furiously. “Who do you think is in charge here, cowboy?”

Even as Erica began bringing me to another peak, I felt sorry for my husband. He looked so desperate.

Stephanie kissed him. “I’ll make you a deal,” she said brightly. “If you can watch mom come again without losing your load, I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. What do you think?”

“God yes, honey,” he gasped. “Anything you say.”

“Ok. But you have to watch everything and not have an accident,” Stephanie giggled, taking his cock into her lovely hand once again. She resumed her start-and-stop teasing as my husband groaned and softly prayed for strength.

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Bright sunlight slowly turned into golden strands against the sky as the sun slowly set. It was one of those days where the clear blue sky and cool moist air created inspiration and magic. Atop a hill the huge mansion sprawled, its beautiful stonewalls reflecting the beauty of the sunset. Birds sang and fluttered about and small animals scurried about enjoying the mood the evening was bestowing on the land. Toward one end of the mansion grew a large Oak tree, its branches swaying in the gentle breeze.

It is here where Kim sat. Her beautiful twenty-six year body was perfect. Her dark cascaded over her shoulders to mid back accentuating her creamy complexion. Her blue sundress showed off her svelte contours and its front displayed the delicate swell of her opulent breasts. She was waiting for just the right moment to start her evening ritual. She flexed her smooth thighs and felt her dress whisper against them. Between her legs her vulva pulsed against the crotch of her panties. Liz loved how her body felt and she prided herself in keeping fit.

Both women and men found her irresistibly attractive. During certain moods she found herself hauntingly attractive to herself. The magic in the air, the beautiful surroundings were helping her into one of her moods now. One of her hands was languidly caressing her left breast, enjoying the sensation of touching and being touched. Her nipple crinkled hard into her bra and her moist lips parted. It was time for her evening ritual. She stood up to and stretched, squeezing her buttocks together. The thin material of the sundress accentuated her feminine contours, her pussy mound showing under the dress.

“It’s definitely time,” she thought headed inside her ass swaying fluidly.

Liz shut and locked the thick arched doors. Two large mirrors hung on opposite sides of the foyer walls. Dark orange sunlight shined on the mirrors illuminated the interior of the foyer and Liz’s face with deep rich color. Kim took a moment to look into the mirrors at the dark haired temptress. Tonight there was something new in the air. Emerald green eyes stared back at her as she turned this way and that. Liz wrinkled her nose at her reflection. She was so beautiful. Full sensuous lips and a round heart shaped her ass. Her eyes widened in fascination upon seeing the hint of her ass crevice under her dress as images of her naked ass flashed in her mind. A wicked smile formed on her lips as she felt her pussy moisten her panties. She turned and headed for her secret place.

Down the long hall she went through the arched entrance of the library. Once at the far wall she reached up to pressed to secret wood panels. The wall opened, she step through and it close behind her. She continued through a dark corridor leading to a great hall with high ceilings. Strange artifacts and antiquities lined the walls like a museum. Large windows captured the now deep richness of the outside twilight.

A large velvet rope hung next to where the corridor game into the room and Liz pulled it. Torches along the walls ignited with fire, painting the vaulted ceiling with a yellow glow. The flames reflected in her wide dark eyes, her desire burned within her. Marble statues and paintings watched as she walked down the oak floor toward the far end of the room. It was here the walls and ceiling curved into a stage like area where two royal blue tapestries framed the entrance to her shrine. With mounting anticipation, she entered.

Candles gently burned around the marble and granite bathing area as Liz sipped her wine and let the bubble bath soak her fine body. Seamless mirrors encased most of the small bath pool that she soaked in. Her silky hair was put up in classic French style and she luxuriated at feeling her hands roam the firm lithe contours of her female body. Her nipples were dark brown pebbles and their areole was a delicious mouth watering brown. Tweaking them occasionally as her mind reeled with sexual fantasies. Eyes closed, perfect manicured fingers traced lovingly over her face in adoration of her features, loving her prominent lips, aristocratic nose and gentle eyelids.

“Yes”, she could feel her beauty with her fingers. As she touched her Davazlar Escort lips she gave her fingertips a gentle kiss and her labia spread under the water as an even deeper offering to her own kiss. It was a small step for her to let her index finger into her parted lips and wet it with her saliva. Her nostrils flared slightly as she caught the scent of her own sweet spit on her finger. That never happened before. But she went with it. The water was getting cool and she decided to take her exploration to the bedroom. Wet suds and water glistened on her velvet complexion and slide down into the pool. Picking up her towel she proceeded into the bedroom.

Opposite the foot of her bed was an ancient floor to ceiling mirror standing nearly twelve feet tall and nearly as wide. Its surface was like a diamond and an intricately carved from about two feet thick surrounded it. Different colored hardwoods were interlaid between rubies and Safire’s. Liz came and sat on an ottoman that was in front of the mirror. She watched herself pad her body dry enjoying what she saw. In fact it was arousing. She often satisfied herself but tonight her body was calling to her. Her reflection teased her. She set the towel down a face the mirror straight on.

Wet hair pulled back she trailed from her cat green eyes down over her high 34b breasts and to her cylindrical torso and flat abdomen. From here her waist flared out to feminine hips. Liz spread her legs so she could see her pussy. Seeing her pussy was having an effect on her. She thought it so very beautiful and tonight she felt herself falling for it. She was lusting after her own pussy.

As she gazed at her pussy her body reacted to her autoerotic voyeurism. The lips of her cunt swelled with blood and wetness began forming in her vagina. What a wonderful feeling, watching her own pussy get excited. Her reflection seemed to be taking control and like a trance she stood and walked toward her stunning reflection.

Liz watched the seductress in the mirror cup her breasts and offer then to her. She kneaded the soft flesh as they swell with her increasing breath. Looking into the eyes of the woman she drifted forward and kissed her on the lips. Foamy wetness gathered around her slit, her clitoris throbbed.

Pulling her face from the mirror she soaked in her sexy body and went back to the mirror for another narcissistic kiss. This time she pressed her solid form against that of her reflected form. Her mind now under a state of erotic madness she began whispering to her mirror lover…

“Mmmm. I’m so lovely. Yes. If there was some way I could have you. I love my own succulent pussy. Look at your sweet pussy, Liz. Oh God.”

Her hips wiggled against her glass counterpart, musky white pussy foam adhering to where her swollen mirror cunt was. Suddenly she caught her own heated scent.

“Do it. You know you want to. Look at your wet smelly pussy. You can’t resist can you?”

Here right hand reached down and cupped her sex and began gentle squeezes to coax her buttery cream into her hand. Liz swooned as she gazed at her glistening body an undulated hips as she felt her first orgasm cover her palm with her feminine essence.

While her palpitations where still going she brought her hand up and slowly anointed her left breast with her wetness and then began rubbing the rest over her entire face. Liz was going wild with desire to cover her beautiful face with herself. More froth ebbed from out of her dilated cunt. Covering her face with her fresh juices had a raw nastiness that made her crazy with addiction for more of the sweet honey. Combined with the sight her pussy foam dripping to the floor her made her cum again. She didn’t notice the jewels on the mirror frame starting to glow with a mysterious light of their own. As the next orgasm hit her she crumbled to the ground. Breathing heavy she passed out into a deep sleep. The last think Liz saw was her delectable shiny wet pussy throbbing, and so did her reflection…

Later that night…

Liz lay prone on her bed, a light silk sheet tangled around her. Sound asleep she did not hear anything. Thin white paneled drapes Davazlar Escort Bayan bellowed out from the open window. Full moon light shined in and when it touched the mirror frame the jewels began to glow once more this time very brightly. Liz stirred in her sleep as an image formed in the mirror. Her image. Her enchanting reflection by itself masturbated in the mirror. Fingers pumped in and out of her clenching pussy hole. Its skin pale at first solidified into smooth feminine flesh as it glided out of the mirror. Once inside the room, reflection now real flesh, Liz’s fantasy moan softly as she came on her slippery fingers.

“Oh god, that’s so good. Mmm.”

Suddenly her fantasy reflection recoiled back realizing that she was in a different place. It didn’t take her long to realize where she was. Unseen magic guided fantasy Liz toward her sleeping doppelganger. Her saucy ass rubbed against each other holding the earthy scent between them. Cat like fantasy Liz prowled up next to her sleeping self. Magical forces from the mirror had given her all she needed to know. She watch herself sleep, not believing what was happening. No force could stop what was about to happen. Liz was held tight by the magic of deep narcissism.

She nestled against herself and began a journey she had fantasized about almost every day. Giddy with want for her own body, fantasy Liz rubbed her thickly scented pussy fingers under her sleeping nose tantalizing her with the most powerful aphrodisiac. She brought her moist lips to her ear and whispered softly to her own beauty.

“Hi. I know what you think about when you’re horny. You think about your own pussy. That’s it, breath in our wonderful stink and think about what it would be like. You know. To rub your own nose in your own, wet cunt.”

Sleeping Liz moaned and her nostrils opened with a flare as she took in her own pussy smell from her own fantasy pussy. Her head tilted back, raising her nose higher toward the scented fingers. She wanted more. “I know. I know. I love it so much too,” Fantasy Liz whispered. She raised her knees and spread them, opening up herself. Puffy labia lips peeled silkily apart. Reaching down between her thighs Liz anointed her whole hand generously with cunt cream and brought it back up to her twin.

“Her honey,” Sleeping Liz started lapping into the air like a dog licking a treat. Fantasy Liz painted the glistening wetness over her twin’s upper lip and over her nose.

Sleeping Liz’s eyes fluttered open, enchanted by her own bouquet on her nose and lips.”Good girl. I want to her you say it to me. Say that you want to eat your own pussy. It was so true. One of her earliest fantasies had come true. She sat up and looked at her mirror counter part. No words where needed but it was going to be so fun to be nasty together.

Now awake, Liz reached over and cupped her fantasy pussy and smeared the creamy wetness over her twin’s mound, thighs and abdomen. Wide eyed with narcissistic passion she played around with the abounded juices. Each Liz had the same knowledge and desires. They both did the same thing at the same time with each others now gaping pussies. They desired to cover themselves with their own juices. Fantasy Liz watched as her doppelganger covered her own breast thickly with cunt cream showing off to her. They rolled on top of one another with animal lust to try to cure the maddening desire to cover each other the others wet odorous cream. Moaning, the two Liz’s pussies frothed milky wetness. Fantasy Liz wrestled free and leaned back against the headboard after hearing a silent request from awake Liz. With an evil smile she grabbed her thighs and pulled her legs back offering Liz the feminine crease of her own ass to her.

“Look at it. Look at your own ass. Were so fucking beautiful we can’t stand it. Think of all those times you drooled when you fantasized about tasting it. Think of its smell. Think of the tastes. Awake Liz was insane with an impossible lust. She took in the delicate greasy folds of her asshole and perineum region, her swollen sex and throbbing clit just below. Without hesitation she move her face toward her own splayed backside.

The Escort Davazlar rich heavy scent of her ass immediately created an addiction. She lingered here as her fantasy lover stroked her silky hair knowing that she was enjoying view. Liz moved her nose forward pressing her nose lovingly against the center of her anus. She felt the outer folded skin and the smooth moister skin. Her addiction intensified and she began talking to herself.

“My ass smell. Oh lovely lovely Liz ass. Mmmm.”, She mewled. She brought her sweet lips up and covered her asshole full mouthed and began to suck it. Her sucking was about to wet her pussy with a new gush of velvety cream. “Oh baby, sweet baby. I new you would love it. Yessss. Ohhhh. Yess. Stick you tongue up your own ass. Its soooo good. I’m going to cum baby. A foamy, Liz pussy cum. Ohhhhhh. Yeeeesssss.Oh God.

Awake Liz quickly cupped her identical pussy with her other hand. Sticky wetness coated her hand and she brought it up to her twin lover smearing it all over her face as she continued to suck her own wickedly beautiful girl ass. Desperately Liz did what she could to get as much of her ass scent on her face as she could. Her self lust beyond reason now.

She spread apart the beautiful buttocks of her own ass and shot her tongue into the tight orifice, scrapping as much flavor and scent she could from her fantasy ass. Between her legs a large foamy deluge of cunt cream was hanging from her pussy threatening to drop onto the bed.

Fantasy Liz heard another silent request from her ass sucking twin lover. Instantly, magic from the jewel framed mirror materialized them into a 69 position. As soon as Liz’s foamy pussy was over her fantasies face it dropped. She groaned as her own addiction had now been set in motion.

That is until she saw the breathtaking site of her perfect ass. She wantonly grabbed both buttocks and crammed her face deep inside. Fantasy Liz now too was instantly addicted to her own ass smell. Her breasts heaved and she frantically tongue fucked her identical ass.

Periodically they separated to give each other deep French kisses just to enjoy looking at their identically beauty. To look into their own green eyes as they swapped their own ass tasting tongues and humped matted pussy thatches against their own sleek thighs.

What a game it had become. Narcissistic Liz and narcissistic Liz. Liz straddled fantasy Liz and gazed down at her beautiful face as she masturbated spewing more froth for fantasy Liz to get on her breasts. As soon as they glistened in the moon light Liz would bend over and rub her tits to her tits getting more of her own essence on herself. When she raised up their eyes locked with another knowing look. Rolling over, Fantasy Liz on top, they laid prone, pussy to pussy and ass kissed again. Wide eyed, they looked into the others eyes. Their eyelids dropped at the same time as they felt the warm release of pee.

“Mmm. That’s so good and wet. God is so hot. French kissing again their golden flow of piss was abundant. The delicate yellow liquid shower each stunningly beautiful women between their legs as their pussy holes opened wide forming round Os.

Instantly they materialized into a pussy 69, their moist feminine mouths cupping over the wide open hole pussies of the other lost in a world of scents and tastes. From deep inside their open vaginas came succulent treats of thick pearly mucus that each luxuriated in as it slide into their mouths. Swallowing and eating the most perfect cunt. Liz’s eternal narcissistic fantasy had come to fruition in the material world. On the third cum they held the mouthful of pussy foam in their mouths and went to the others face and slowly started lip-kisses letting some of the cream escape over each other’s chin. Frolicking with playful smiles as they enjoyed their own juiciness in the kisses.

Liz reached around fantasy Liz and stuck her finger in her ass and brought it back between them combining ass and cunt cream for the hundredth time that night. Liz lay down on her back and fantasy Liz squatted over her face. She watched her identical ass come down to her face. This time it was to rub her face with her own ass again. Something she will never get enough of. Beyond a deep hunger and thirst. Both Liz’s swooned as fantasy Liz rubbed her anus on her twin’s face. Liz’s face now smelled like her own ass. Fantasy Liz’ laid next to her contented self and for the first time they started to wonder what had happened.

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The first fire drill of the schoolyear is always the most hectic at most middle schools simply because getting 950 children safely out of a building in an orderly fashion is not that simple. Such was the case at the Thomas Jefferson Middle School on this gorgeous September morning. As one of three guidance counselors at the school, Dana Deerfield was one of a handful of administrators and teachers in charge of making sure it ran smoothly. There was always an “After Action” briefing with the principle, a former Marine that didn’t take kindly to even the least bit of a slip–up when it came to the safety and well-being of her students.

Dana’s main responsibility was to make sure that no cars could enter the parking lot from the main driveway into the school while the students were present for the drill. So she positioned herself at the entrance to the lot and began her admiration for the 78 degree day with low humidity and barely a cloud in the sky.

Her admiration for the weather was interrupted when she noticed a white Cadillac sedan turn off Pine Street and enter the driveway to the school. Her first thought was that it was a beautiful car a split second before realizing that it was traveling way too fast. She quickly hopped up on the curb in an act of self-preservation before raising both her hands in an attempt to stop the car from entering the lot.

The Cadillac came to a screeching halt right in front of where Dana was standing and immediately the driver’s side window came down

“Could you get Diamond Barnes for me, we late for a doctor’s appointment,” The driver of the car said in a loud, almost shouting voice to Dana.

“I’m sorry, we are in the middle of a fire drill, and you are going to have to wait to sign her out inside in the office when it’s over,” replied Dana.

“Can’t you just get her now, she’s right over there. I see her and I am her mother,” the now agitated female driver of the car said.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, all students have to be signed out inside the office,” Dana answered.

“You gotta be kiddin me! I’m her mother and she is fifty feet away from us. Now we are gonna be late- damn! What you say your name was?”

“I’m Mrs. Deerfield, the guidance counselor.”

“Yeah well, were gonna talk about this policy, this is ridiculous!” the angry mother said before rolling up her window.

Shortly after this terse exchange, the signal to have all the students re-enter the building was given, and Dana walked in the building with the last of the students, making sure all got back in safely. She then began to reflect on what a bitch the woman in the car was for being so rude and angry with her. She was about to blow it off when she saw the mother get buzzed into the front door of the school and head straight for the main office where Dana was just about to enter. Dana held the door for the mother, and offered an explanation.

“Again I’m sorry I couldn’t just let you take your daughter, we take the safety of all our children very seriously,” Dana offered, before the woman entered the office.

“Give me a break,” replied the woman to Dana’s second apology and walked past her to the secretary and asked her to page Diamond Barnes.

As she walked past Dana, she could see the woman was impeccably dressed, smelled like lilacs and hibiscus and was very intimidating. Dana was petite; standing 5’3″, whereas the angry mother stood at least 5’9″, and with her heals seemed taller than that. She had straight black hair that came past her shoulders. She had light blue nails that contrasted her ebony skin. All –in-all she was put together very well for someone who was so rude, Dana mused.

There was an uncomfortable silence while the three women waited for Diamond to get her things from her locker and come to the office. When she finally did arrive, her mother moved quickly to escort her out of the building.

“Let’s go Diamond, we are late now for your appointment,” she said to her daughter before turning her attention to Dana. “If I wasn’t in a rush, we would have sat down with Principle Jennings and had a talk about common sense.” She then rushed her daughter and herself out the door. The secretary and Dana exchanged a look and Dana retreated to her office.

Inside her office, Dana told herself to calm down; because it will not be the only difficult parent she would have to deal with all year. She took a deep cleansing breath and attempted to go about the rest of her day.

The rest of Dana’s day went without incident. The usual routine was for her to go home, relax and unwind in an empty house for an hour, before returning to her school where she would take a four mile run along the jogging trail that surrounded Jefferson Middle School. She would time her run to finish just as her daughter’s soccer practice would be finishing up with the school team.

Dana loved running, as it relieved any stress she may have had and kept her in good shape. The dirty blonde’s petite body was kept taut by her workouts and Gömbe Escort gave her ass and thighs the appearance of a twenty something instead of the 44 that she actually was. A sports bra was worn under her running tank to support the only thing on her body that wasn’t petite- her 34 C breasts. Beautiful blue eyes and pouty lips made Dana a common topic of discussion among the male faculty members of her school, and she secretly appreciated the occasional head turn she got when in public.

The run also gave Dana time to reflect on her day, and all the different aspects of her life. Her daughter Maggie was her pride and joy and the two of them lived alone. She was two years removed from a some-times contentious divorce from her Ex, Jack. Jack had Maggie on Wednesday and Thursday nights and every other weekend. The three of them had begun to settle into this arrangement and the relationship between parents in the last year or so had grown from very cold to cordial. As she ran, Dana thought to herself that if Maggie was truly growing comfortable with the custody issue, this was a huge weight off her mind.

Another thought that entered her mind as she ran was the constant nagging of her best friend, and colleague, Mandy Panillos to get back out into the dating scene. Dana had gone out on a few dates since her divorce and all three of them could be described as awkward. They were good looking guys who took her to fantastic restaurants, but Dana’s mind would always wander to how Maggie really felt about her mom dating guys other than her dad. Plus, Dana just didn’t feel that spark with any of them.

As Dana would tell her friend, “My head is just not into the dating game right now.”

Dana’s usual post-run practice was to grab a towel and a bottle of water from the back of her Honda crossover, give herself a quick toweling off in the parking lot and wait in the car for Maggie to come to her. She didn’t necessarily like her students and the male coach of the soccer team, who was another colleague, to see her sweaty and in a pair of tight spandex shorts.

She was about to do this when she turned the corner of the last row of cars in the parking lot for the final sprint of her run and made it to her car. Out of breath and sweating profusely, she retrieved her keys from the secret magnet under her tailgate and was reaching for her towel and water when she heard an oddly familiar voice.

“Mrs. Deerfield?” the voice inquired. “It’s Keisha Collier, Diamond’s mother.”

Dana turned around, caught off guard, and replied, “Oh, yes, hi.”

“Mrs Deerfield, I have to apologize,” Keisha started. “I was having a real bad day when I saw you this morning. I wasn’t thinking about the job you have to do and I was in a rush to get Diamond to her appointment and I was very rude. For that I am very sorry.”

“Oh, it’s ok, as a mother of a middle school daughter, I know how hectic life can get,” Dana replied.

“Yes, and being a single mother makes it even harder,” Keisha added. “Anyway, thanks for understanding, I promise, if I see you at school again- no attitude.”

Both women smiled at that last statement before Keisha asked, “Is your daughter on the soccer team?”

As Keisha asked this question, Dana thought she saw the taller black woman staring down at her cleavage, which was soaked with sweat and very visible with her skimpy running tank on. She became a bit self-conscious and began to wipe her upper chest with her towel before replying, “Yes, my daughter is Maggie, she’s in the 8th grade.”

“Oh, as you know, Diamond is in the 6th grade, this is her first year on the team,” Keisha said. “So I guess we will be seeing more of each other.”

“Yes, I’m sure we will,” Dana replied.

Keisha then took a step towards Dana and put her left hand on Dana’s right arm.

“Well then I hope we can get past this morning, and become friends, I’m not always a bitch,” Keisha said with a slight smile on her face. She rubbed her thumb one time over Dana’s shoulder before removing her hand from her arm.

“Not always?” Dana replied, with her own smirk on her face.

“Only when necessary, and usually aimed at the man in my life,” Keisha said and gave Dana a quick wink.

Keisha then looked to her right before saying, “Well, here come the girls. I am really glad I got the chance to apologize to you. Hopefully, I will see you around.”

“I’m sure you will, and please don’t worry about this morning- all forgotten,” Dana replied.

The women said their goodbyes and Dana and Maggie made their way home.

That night, after showering, making dinner for her and Maggie and helping a little with her daughter’s homework, Dana finally settled on the couch and turned on the TV. As she was scrolling though the channels she came across the show “Claws.” Dana secretly liked the show and viewed it as a guilty pleasure. The lead character, Desna, appeared on the screen and it immediately reminded Dana of Keisha Collier. It brought back memories Escort Gömbe of the morning’s confrontation and subsequent apology in the soccer parking lot.

Dana couldn’t get over how similar the actress on the screen, whose name was Niecy Nash, looked so similar to Keisha. For the first time, she realized how pretty Keisha was. She then remembered admiring Keisha’s outfit and nails that morning, even though she thought she was a total bitch. But after her apology that afternoon, Dana was ready to give Keisha a second chance, especially since their daughter’s would be playing soccer on the same team this season.

***

Two weeks later, the girls’ soccer team was holding a fundraiser at the local bowling lanes. Dana and Maggie were picked up by her friend and colleague Mandy and her daughter Bella. After arriving at the lanes, the girls, who were also BFFs like their mothers were, rented shoes and joined their teammates at the lanes to bowl. Dana and Mandy went into the party room, which was adjacent to the bar, to help set up the raffles and 50/50s along with some of the other moms and dads on the team.

Almost immediately, Mike Parsons, the much younger coach and 7th grade science teacher began to not so subtlety hit on Dana. What began with talk about work and the team turned into questions about Dana’s dating life and availability. Mike was a handsome guy, but Dana was not ready to date someone from work, especially one 15 years her junior.

The conversation started to make Dana uncomfortable, and this made her do two things; Order her second Captain and coke of the night, and excuse herself from Mike and go look for Mandy.

Dana found Mandy coming out of the ladies room and pulled her aside to an unoccupied table, that was blocked from the soccer party by a partition that still allowed access to the bar. She said to her friend, “Parsons won’t leave me alone!”

“That’s cool, he’s pretty hot. Most of the female staff in our school- married or single- wants to jump his bones,” Mandy replied. “You should go for it.”

“He’s like 15 years younger than me, and you know how well workplace relationships go in our school,” Dana said.

“Who cares what other people think,” Mandy replied, “Age is just a number.”

Just as Dana was about to reply to her friend, Mike returned and joined the two co-workers.

“Hey Mike,” Mandy said. “I was just about to go check on the 50/50. Hang out here with Dana, and I will let you know when it is time for our handsome coach here to draw the winning ticket.”

With that, Mandy got up from the table, allowed Mike to sit in her seat and quickly disappeared. Dana shot her a look before she was gone and then turned her attention back to Mike.

“Mandy is very cute, and very sweet, but honestly, I would love to take you out sometime, Dana,” Mike said as Dana’s face began to turn a deep red.

“Mike, that’s so sweet, but I’m not so big on workplace relationships, plus, you must have hundreds of women your age dying to go out with you,” Dana was able to say despite her nervousness at the situation.

Just as Mike was about to answer, a waitress came over with another Captain and coke, placed it in front of Dana, and said to her, “This was from someone in the bar area, all they said was ‘enjoy’.” With that, the waitress turned and left.

“Well,” Mike started, “I guess someone beat me to the punch. I have to go do the raffles anyway; can we talk more some other time?”

“Sure Mike,” Dana replied.

Once the coach got up and left the table Dana began to look into the bar area to see who bought her the drink. The bar was crowded mostly with people who did not have a connection to the soccer team. Dana scanned the room for someone who looked familiar. There were a few cute guys, but no one acknowledged her. Just as she was about to give up her search, she looked one last time at the very end of the bar, and there was Keisha Collier looking back at her with a smile on her face. The black woman slowly raised her beer and winked at Dana. Dana, caught off guard and not sure what to do, smiled awkwardly and raised her drink back towards Keisha. The two women stared at each other for a brief moment and Dana wished she could disappear from the face of the planet over how awkward the moment was becoming.

Dana finally looked away, took a long pull on her drink and looked down at the table, not quite sure what she should do next. The last 35 seconds was very weird. Once she got the courage to look up again, Keisha was gone from her spot at the bar.

Dana looked past the partition towards the soccer party. No one noticed her sitting alone at the table, and most of the people were pulling out their tickets for the raffle and 50/50. As she was just about to get up from the table to rejoin the soccer party, Keisha appeared with a tray that had two shots of whiskey and another beer on it.

“No, I don’t work here, they just let me borrow the tray so I could bring these shots Gömbe Escort Bayan over,” Keisha started. “Mind if I sit down?”

“Um, no, but don’t you want to see if your raffle tickets won,” Dana said tentatively.

“We have a minute before they actually draw, besides buying you a shot is the least I could do after being a total bitch to you at the fire drill.”

“I told you, that’s all in the past. Besides, I think I’ve had enough to drink tonight already.”

“Are you driving?” Keisha asked.

“No,” came the reply from Dana.

“Then live a little, girl,” Keisha responded.

Keisha then picked up the shot of Jameson and put it in front of Dana. She then raised her glass and said, “To new friendships.”

“To new friendships,” Dana answered after a brief hesitation, and the two women drank their shot.

The shot warmed Dana’s stomach and she was officially buzzed. She looked up to see Keisha staring at her. There was an awkward silence for a brief moment as the two women looked at each other before Keisha said, “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything between you and coach Parsons?”

“Oh, no. We were just talking about Maggie and the team,” Dana lied.

“So you’re not interested in him? From what I gather, most of the mothers on the team are quite taken with him,” Keisha said.

“Nah, he’s too young, and besides, we work together.” Dana was surprised at herself for first doing the shot, then opening up to this women so easily with whom she had just met.

“That’s a shame for coach, he knows a very good thing when he sees it,” Keisha said and then immediately winked at Dana again before standing up. “I’m gonna go check my raffle tickets,” she added before sauntering away from the table.

Dana stared at Keisha as she walked away. A warmth came back to her stomach as she watched the statuesque woman walk away. Dana first blamed it on the whiskey, but wasn’t quite sure why her body was reacting the way it was. She had to shake her head to snap out of her mini trance. She took a long breath, stood up and went back to join the party.

That night, while lying in bed, Dana thought about the feeling she had in her stomach when Keisha stared at her, and as she watched the curvy woman walk away from her. “Her ass is so different than mine,” she thought to herself, before thinking, “Why exactly were you checking out her ass?” She shook her head at what she was thinking before falling asleep.

The following Friday after school was the biggest game of the year for Jefferson Street Middle. They were playing undefeated cross-town rival –Central Middle School. Dana and Mandy stayed after school and got themselves set up on the side line with their beach chairs, drinks and snacks. Their daughters, Bella and Maggie were co-captains of the team and both of the mothers had a bit of pre-game jitters before kickoff.

Just as the captains of each team had a meeting with the referee, Keisha arrived with beach chair in hand and asked to sit down next to Dana. Dana noticed how short Keisha’s shorts were on her long legs before telling the tall woman, “of course.”

“Keisha, did you meet my friend Mandy the other night at the fund raiser?”

“No, I don’t think I did, hi, I’m Keisha Collier. My daughter Diamond is in the sixth grade and plays left back.” Keisha reached across Dana to shake Mandy’s hand and as she did, her left breast brushed against Dana’s right shoulder, very briefly. Dana was taken aback by this, but also couldn’t get over how good Keisha smelled.

For a brief instant, that warm feeling in her stomach returned, but this time, Dana couldn’t blame it on alcohol. As she was contemplating this, the game kicked off. The first half was very intense with a couple of near misses by both Maggie and Bella and a great clear by Keisha’s daughter Diamond.

Dana noticed that Keisha was a very touchy-feely person. Every time something exciting happened in the game, Keisha would run her hand up and down Dana’s right arm. Dana played it off as Keisha just having motherly nerves as she watched her daughter play. She also realized how soft Keisha’s fingers were on her arm. She didn’t quite know how to process those feelings, and was trying her best to concentrate on the game.

With two minutes before the half, Diamond worked the ball out of her corner, came near mid field and made a perfect pass to Maggie. This time, Keisha grabbed and squeezed Dana’s arm as the mother’s shouted their support. Just before the 18 yard line, Maggie made a beautiful pass to Bella who was wide open. She dribbled briefly, but only to confuse the goal keeper, before she rifled a shot right in the back of the net. The three mothers instantaneously jumped to their feet, and immediately, Keisha gave Dana a big bear hug. Keisha wrapped her arms around Dana and briefly picked her up off her feet. Keisha then let go of the blonde, and gave a big hi- five to Mandy.

There were shouts and cheers from the home crowd and Dana could feel her face blush a bit. She also realized that in the excitement, her nipples began to harden. Dana immediately crossed her arms over her chest before realizing this would bring more attention to her chest. She lowered her arms and hoped her bra would hide the fact that her sensitive nipples were rock hard.

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Forgetting Her Mistake Ch. 02

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Do you ever have one of those days where life just catches you off guard? Where you receive something totally from left field? When your best friend comes home after nearly being raped, falls asleep in your arms, wakes up, and then proceeds to eat you out until you come?

Okay, maybe that last one was just me.

I was born Rumiko Takahashi, 19 years old, to a good home and overprotective parents. You know that one in-joke where it’s always the sheltered girl who’s willing to experiment in college? Yep, it’s true. Though I hadn’t been with anyone until my roommate, Annette Crawford, I had kissed a willing girl or two during my stay in college.

But none were the same as Annette. Her breasts were luscious globes, always a crowd-pleaser in tight-knit shirts. When she stretched, she would push her chest out, then giggle as everyone- boys and girls- would try to play off their wayward glances. I’ll admit, I was slightly jealous(after all, no one was pining for a chance to ogle my breasts), but her personality was magnetic, so to speak. We became fast friends, sharing secrets and helping each other with homework.

It’s funny how things change so quickly.

On a Sunday morning, she came home in tears, asked me to hold her. Within a few hours, I was screaming her name on our couch. She walked seductively into my room, a provocative wiggle to her hips, and gave me one final command:

“It’s your turn now, Rumiko.”

Time stopped. Questions poured into my head. What do I do? What if I fuck up somehow? She read my mind so easily. Holding out her hand, her voice was gentle. “I know your scared. But I trust you.”

The next few moments were like a slideshow. Click. I stand. Click. I walk slowly, still stumbling from the Göynük Escort orgasm I had moments before. Click. Shaking, I take her hand. Click, then my brain shut off. She pulled me slowly; into the distorted Andy Warhol painting that was my room. I was scared. I was worried. I was apprehensive. We stopped right at the edge of my bed. Using her other hand, she grazed my cheek gently. My heart a drum in my chest, I swallowed the lump n my throat and forced myself to speak. “Annie, I have to be honest, I don’t think-” She pressed her lips to mine, and suddenly my mind cleared up. When she broke it, I was speechless. “You think a lot. That always was your problem.”

She lowered herself onto my bed, and I brought myself on top of her. My arms fell on each side of her body. She smiled, and it almost made my arms collapse. “No more thinking, Rumi. Act.” She brought my head down to hers.

Holy shit, did that kiss turn me on. My mind felt like someone had emptied the recycle bin. No thoughts entered. No thoughts left. My mind turned itself onto auto-pilot.

One of my hands slowly drifted up her side. She didn’t resist at all, giving herself to me completely. My touch lingered softly, but only for a moment, on the side of her breasts, taking in the soft feel of her breast. I finally let it fall on her nipple, tugged it gently. A low but audible moan crawled from her lips. I pulled my own back, and kissed slowly to her neck. Anne’s legs curled around my waist, pressing our holes together. I released her nipple and instead pinned both of her arms to the bed. “No, I’ll be taking care of you.” I pressed my lips back to her, only harder. I was becoming much more forceful; my tongue was pushing deeper into her mouth, my fingers Göynük Escort Bayan pressing into my linen sheets, my mind treading deeper and deeper into unexpected waters.

For just a moment, she pushed her clit against my own, sending pure electricity rippling through both of our bodies. It wasn’t much, but it was something to go on. I closed my eyes and begin grinding into her pussy, rubbing up and down, lips-to-lips. She jumped at first, visibly caught off guard, but she soon got into it, her soft but clear moans of pleasure leaving her mouth into my own. I felt her juices dripping from her pussy, melding with my own. The scent of our honey was driving me insane, and I knew exactly what would quell my thirst.

Without warning, I stopped. Anne gave me a very visible ‘why the fuck would you stop’ look, which quickly became a hopeful smile when she saw me slide between her legs. Once my knees fell onto the rough carpet, I reached under my bed and grabbed something I used very rarely, only when I felt I deserved a reward. After rubbing it up and down my slit, thoroughly coating it in my own juices, I turned a small knob on its base. Before the quiet whirring noise gave her a chance to react, I pressed the tip into her.

“Ah!” She gasped in shock at the vibrator now pulsating between her legs. ” Rumi, when did you-” Anne tried to choke out, but I only pushed it in deeper, making her squeal in pleasure. “No talking. Just enjoy.” I whispered. I pulled it out slowly as I began rubbing it up and down her slit, just as I had been doing earlier. Anne was enjoying herself more than I thought; her moans were becoming more guttural and loud, as she raised her hips off the ground, trying to feel more and more Escort Göynük of the vibe inside of her.

“Stop t-teasing me,” she begged. “Make me cum already-“As she spoke, I pushed my tongue deep inside of her, and pressed the vibrator against her clit. Suffice to say, she came. In truth, she shot more and more girl cream than I could have ever expected. Her body began to buck and shudder as her orgasm ripped through her body. As I lapped and swallowed as much as I could, my face glistened with her juices.

As her orgasm subsided, her hips fell back into the bed. Her chest was rising slowly but surely; she was spent in every sense of the word. I pulled myself up to her side. My goal was to kiss her, but suddenly I was rather tired, and my head fell onto her chest. Even though Anne was just as tired, if not more, she brought hers hand to my hair and began to gently stroke it lovingly.

“Did I…do good?” I asked timidly, still clutching the vibe in my palm. I suddenly felt my shyness coming back, becoming aware that I had just put my tongue to another girl’s pussy, something I dreamed about, but never expected to do. “You did great, Rumiko.” Her hand was very comforting, very assuring. My heart was beating slowly, taking on a feeling I had never felt before. It felt like…

Love.

Oh, shit.

Was I falling in love with Anne? Could I tell her that? Am I crazy? Lots of questions I didn’t know the answer to began going through my brain. What

if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she finds someone else? What if-

“I Love you, Rumi.”

She said it so casually, so calm. Like It was the easiest thing in the world. She certainly made me feel that way.” I…l-love you too…” My own came out awkwardly, nowhere near as graceful as Anne. But I don’t think she really minded. I had never fallen asleep cradled in someone else’s arms before, but the comfort and safety I felt as I began drifting back off to sleep were unmatched.

That day, I missed a test. And you know what? I didn’t give a fuck.

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At Home with the Rothwells Ch. 07

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1.

Audrey Rothwell smiles happily as she follows Kyle up the stairs, her eyes glued to her grandson’s tight sexy ass. He has just returned from one of his regular early evening runs round the local woods, escaping the start of a gathering storm, and is dressed accordingly for the purposes of exercise in a white sleeveless vest enhancing his broad twenty-one years old shoulders and a pair of skin-tight matching white shorts accentuating his curvaceous ass cheeks, the seam in the material corresponding with the long narrow cleft of his sublime ass crack.

Audrey licks her lips as she watches the two firm masculine rumps jostling and rubbing together inside her grandson’s skimpy shorts which dent into his crack and crease and stretch around his ample mounds, rising and falling as Kyle lifts one beautifully muscular leg after the other as he climbs the stairs. He reaches the landing a few steps ahead of Audrey and stops and looks over his shoulder and smiles down at his elderly grandmother, dressed only in her bra and panties since she has been sunbathing in the garden prior to the storm clouds appearing and before Kyle’s return.

Audrey usually sunbathes naked and Kyle is surprised to see her covered up, especially as the Rothwells are a firmly committed naturist family, but still thinks how sexy she looks for a lady of her advanced years. Elderly his grandmother might be but, as far as Kyle is concerned, she is a darned sight sexier than any of the silly girls of his own age that he meets at work. The only young lady of his own age who does turn Kyle on is his own sister Bethany who could certainly show her contempories at her brother’s workplace a thing or two.

Audrey, on the other hand, is something else. She has looked after her body, having played tennis and been a keen swimmer in her younger days, and doesn’t have an ounce of fat on her. Her tits and ass don’t sag and her skin is still as soft and supple as a baby’s. Nobody would ever guess she is well into her sixties.

“You’ve got such a lovely porky bum, sweetheart,” Audrey says, reaching out a hand and giving it a little stroke, knowing Kyle will not disapprove. “I love the way your little shorts showcase your ass cheeks, I’m surprised you were able to squeeze into them.”

“I’ll squeeze into anything for you, gran,” Kyle replies, continuing to look over his shoulder, the smile on his face growing broader by the second as he gazes down at Audrey, focusing his eyes on her bra-enhancing tits, while she continues to touch up his ass, cupping each cheek with her soft gentle hands.

“Why, thank you, sweetheart,” Audrey replies, giggling, as a drum roll of thunder announces the first drops of rain which start to dance with alacrity against the landing window, rattling the panes with loud staccato thuds.

“What a lucky lady I am to have such a sexy grandson,” Audrey continues, “I’m really proud of you. And so handsome too with your nice neat short haircut.”

“Gee thanks, gran,” says Kyle, his bright blue eyes dancing merrily as a smile of pleasure radiates his still twinkiesh unlined face. “I like my hair cut short.”

“You take after your father in that respect,” Audrey replies whose son John, Kyle’s father, is also a regular visitor to the hairdresser. Audrey has never liked long hair on men, especially HER men. Their pubic hair is another matter, of course, both father and son having very full bushes, just as her late husband Frank had.

Kyle stands on the landing above his grandmother while keeping his back to her to let her have a good look at his ass. In the space of three short years since his eighteentbirthday when he became old enough to be regarded by the rest of the rest of the Rothwell family, including his mother Lauren and sister Bethany, as a consenting adult and thus allowed to join them in their illicit sex sessions, Kyle has become used to his grandmother’s ass fetish and that of his parents, too, and therefore knows exactly what Audrey wants to see. He feels comfortable showing off his firm masculine buttocks in his shorts to his grandmother and enjoys the experience immensely …

2.

The rain is now hammering loudly on the roof while Audrey continues to stand on the stairs a few steps below her grandson so that his ass is directly level with her face and therefore her line of vision. As far as Aidrey is concerned, men’s shorts were designed with only one specific purpose – to show off the finer qualities and visual delights of the male buttocks, something that, like her daughter-in-law, she has always been passionately excited by. Audrey’s gaze doesn’t waver from the enticing view of the shapely pair of shorts-clad ass cheeks being displayed in front of her, doubly exciting seeing as how they belong to her own grandson.

Audrey gives each of Kyle’s bum cheeks another little squeeze and then runs a forefinger up and down the long line of his crack before reaching between his legs to grope his balls and his prick which, not surprisingly, Beycik Escort is responding to the thrill of his grandmother’s touch by swelling and filling out the front of his shorts.

“Your shorts are so tight, sweetheart,” Audrey says, “the way they stretch across your cheeks, they look like they’ve been moulded onto your lovely cute ass.”

“I wore them just for you, gran,” Kyle says, his eyes still focused on Audrey’s huge ancient tits which are almost falling out of her bra. “I know how much you like seeing and feeling my ass through a nice pair of tight shorts. Just as mom, dad and Bethany do, too.”

Kyle has never spoken a truer word. He is well aware he possesses a very sexy pair of ass cheeks, his horny family never stop impressing the fact on him so that, consequently, on those rare occasions when he wears clothes, he always dresses to show his bottom off best. Before going out for his run that afternoon, he had spent some time selecting which pair of his extensive collection of tight-fitting shorts to wear to give his relatives a thrill. Finally, he had selected the tightest skimpiest pair of all, the white ones he has on now, checking his ass in the long wall mirror in his bedroom to make sure that they fitted snugly, hugging his buns and highlighting the cleft of his ass while also tenting out his package. Kyle has also made certain to wear an equally tight-fitting bum-freezer vest that only reaches as far as the top of his attractive buttocks, thereby ensuring they are not obscured.

“I love seeing your ass in your shorts, sweetheart,” Audrey says for the umpteenth time, “and I’m glad you enjoy letting me touch it.”

“Yeah, gran,” Kyle replies, as he remains standing on the landing with his back to his grandmother and thoroughly enjoying having her ogle the spectacular arcs of his bum as she stares at it unflinchingly with a look of pure wanton lust in her eyes.

“I like you touching up my ass,” Kyle continues, “I’m pleased it turns you on so much.”

“It sure does, sweetheart,” Audrey replies, continuing to stroke Kyle’s ass with one hand as she slips the other into her panties and begins to finger her fanny. “It’s just as lovely as your father’s.”

An image of her son John’s ass comes into Audrey’s mind’s eye as she continues running her hands all over the alluring ass of her grandson. She loves sharing a home with her family, especially since Frank died, the sex remaining hot and plentiful despite her husband’s absence, even though, for obvious reasons, it has to remain their closely guarded secret.

“Where are the others?” asks Kyle, suddenly.

“Your mom and sister went into town to do some shopping,” replies Audrey. “I just hope they’ve found a refuge from the rain else they’ll be wetter than Gene Kelly ever was,” she continues, giggling and momentarily shifting her gaze from Kyle’s beguiling ass cheeks to gaze through the window at the trees in the garden, over which the storm is now getting into its stride, the branches swaying as if motivated into life by the wind and the early evening shadows making it feel more like midnight. Long rivulets of water are streaming down the panes in torrents, the first rain since the end of the summer a few weeks earlier and, consequently, the end of the family’s al fresco gangbangs, the cooler weather ensuring that they move the action inside for the next six to seven months.

“Who’s Gene Kelly?” asks Kyle in reply to Audrey’s comment, an incredulous look on his face.

“You kids,” replies Audrey with mock severity at Kyle’s unwitting confirmation of the generation gap but smiling nevertheless. “He was a film star, a song and dance man when I was your age. He starred in a film called ‘Singin’ in the Rain’, the best film musical ever made, and lots of other films, too. Dead now, of course.”

“Oh,” replies Kyle, unimpressed and moving swiftly on, “so where’s dad, then?”

“In the study, doing his accounts,” Audrey replies, shifting her eyes back to her grandson’s bottom, “didn’t even get undressed when he got home,” she adds, forgetting that she had been sunbathing in her bra and panties. “But I’m sure he won’t mind us starting without him. Bend over, sweetheart.”

Kyle does, sticking his young firm ass into his grandmother’s face, his shorts becoming even tauter around his glorious buns. Audrey gives them another pat and then sticks out her long wet tongue and begins to kiss and lick the back of her grandson’s shorts, leaving little stains of saliva all over them.

“Oh yeah, gran,” Kyle moans, “lick my ass through my shorts like dad does.”

Audrey doesn’t need any encouragement and continues to slurp her tongue over Kyle’s backside.

After five minutes, Kyle stands up and turns to face Audrey, making no attempt to disguise the enormous bulge that is now obscenely and yet proudly tenting out the front of his shorts …

3.

John is sitting at his study desk working out the family accounts for the last Beycik Escort Bayan quarter, a job he had needed to get on with as soon as he came home from work and, for once, not stripping off, unusual for him but such was his consideration ofthe urgency of the matter that he didn’t want to waste even a second by removing his clothes. There would be plenty of time for that later, then he could enjoy his nakedness with his family knowing that a job had been well done.

Indeed, in spite of feeling always horny and finding his mother Audrey semi-naked on the sun lounge when he’d arrived home, wondering too why she wasn’t completely undressed, he had merely given her a kiss and explained he had work to do on the accounts and then wandered off to his study.

“Needs must while the devil drives,” John had mused to himself, as he had walked towards the house, knowing his mother’s eyes were digging into him, especially his ass.

Too true, Audrey had smiled as she watched her son’s firm muscular buttocks jostling together inside his tight pants as he’d sashayed away from her. John had inserted his hands deep in the pockets of the pants of his suit, causing the centre vent in his jacket to splay wide, forming a kind of archway, and revealing the shape of his bum framed erotically by the tautness of his pants, the seam corresponding with his ass crack. The pose had been a deliberate ploy on John’s part since he would be daft not to know full well by now that the female members of the Rothwell family all have deeply embroiled fetishes for the male ass, just as he and Kyle have for each other’s backsides and, indeed, for the ladies’ bottoms as well.

John knows just how much his mother loves seeing his bottom, bare or otherwise, and putting his hands in his pockets and splaying the vent of the jacket to showcase his pants-clad ass cheeks had been his way of teasing Audrey before getting the accounts over and done with and thus free to fuck her for the rest of the evening, not that Audrey ever needs to be coaxed into getting in the mood. She had felt only a slight disappointment that her son had not wanted to get down to business of the carnal kind straightaway. Even in a horny incestuous family like the Rothwells, Audrey knows there are times when other matters take precedence and, in any case, the return of Kyle from his run ten minutes or so later and looking incredibly sexy in his tight shorts, had soon made up for John’s temporary lack of interest.

John is just about to wind down from the mesmerising array of statistics and figures when his mobile starts to ring shrilly. He glances at the screen and then holds it up to his ear.

“Hi, hon, everything OK?”

“Darling, I hate to tell you this,” came his wife Lauren’s voice, “but Bethany and I have had to put up at a motel for the night. The road out of town is flooded and closed and there are no buses, neither. This wretched rain.”

“Oh, that’s a nuisance,” replies John, “have you got enough money?”

“Of course,” replies Lauren with a note of incredulity in her voice.

“Well,” says John, “I know what you women are like when you get round the shops. Thought you might have spent it all.”

“Don’t be daft,” laughs Lauren through the ether. “Anyway, we sure are sorry we shan’t be there for the gangbang tonight but Beth and I have got a room to ourselves so we shall have plenty of fun.”

“Good,” says John, rubbing his cock through his pants as an image appears in his mind’s eye of his wife and daughter locked in a motel room together, sucking and fucking the night away with lots of hot mother and daughter incestuous lesbianism. “I’m sure mom, Kyle and I will find something to do, too,” John adds, a lascivious tone to his voice.

“You’d better,” replies Lauren. “I wouldn’t like to think of us having fun while you were not.”

“Oh, we’ll have some fun, all right,” says John, “won’t be quite the same without you and Beth but it can’t be helped.”

“OK then, sweetheart,” says Lauren, “I’ll ring you in the morning, hopefully the floods will have died down by then, though the rain seems to be getting worse.”

Indeed it is, thinks John, as he glances towards the study window, the view to the garden now completely obscured by the blurring rain. He indulges in a few more bits of small talk with his wife and then rings off, once again imagining the scene in the motel room where, as soon as she has finished speaking to her husband, Lauren and Bethany, already stripped, climb onto the bed together and begin licking each other’s pussies in the sixty-nine position …

4.

At the same time as Lauren and Bethany are eating each other’s cunts in their motel room, Kyle moves past Audrey, going down a few steps and yanks his grandmother’s panties down, exposing her hairy wrinkled fanny. udrey steps out of her panties and unstraps her bra, letting her big tits fall out so that she is now completely and utterly stark bollock naked in front of her Escort Beycik own grandson.

“Shit, gran,” Kyle says, “your tits and cunt are absolutelyawesome.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Audrey replies, feeling no embarrassment nor shame whatsoever in her nudity, “I can say the same about what’s inside those shorts of yours.”

Without any more words, Audrey folds Kyle into her arms and they start to kiss, opening their mouths wide to snake their tongues into them. Audrey gasps as the hard bulge of Kyle’s cock inside his shorts presses up against her midriff. Similarly, Kyle is enjoying the feel of Audrey’s tits squashed up against his chest. None of the sex Kyle had had with those contemporary sluts he met at college before he was elegible to join his family in their regular orgies compares to this hot incestuous sex with his own grandmother.

Kyle never ceases thanking his lucky stars that he belongs to a very special family who are deep into all the thrills and buzz that incest can provide as he and his horny grandmother break the kiss and then lie down side by side on the landing in the sixty-nine position, Kyle still in his running kit. He immediately starts to lick and suck Audrey’s old but still beautiful tits while Audrey buries her face in the bulge in Kyle’s shorts.

“Your tits are fabulous, gran, they are so nice and big,” Kyle says, momentarily looking up to speak before again enclosing his hungry mouth around the two enormous milk jugs.

“I’m pleased you like sucking my old tits, sweetheart,” Audrey says, “but what I really want is for you to lick my pussy.”

“Sure, gran,” Kyle says, licking his lips, “anything you say. Your wish is my command.”

Kyle’s mouth is drooling as they shift into position, his naked and unashamedly perverted grandmother lying down on the landing and lifting her legs in the air, spreading them wide and exposing her old cunt to her grandson. Kyle’s cock is now so hard as he kneels on the stairs, his face level with his grandmother’s cunt, it is almost splitting his shorts as it begs to be freed from their constraints.

“Lick my cunt, sweetheart,” Audrey implores. “Get it nice and wet.”

Kyle spreads his grandmother’s labia with his hands and places his face in her steaming hirsute muff, breathing in the delicate aroma of her love tunnel where she hasn’t shaved for over a week. Then he runs his hot wet tongue along the groove between the two soft ancient cunt lips, savoring the mingling scent and taste of Audrey’s pubic hair and pussy skin as he reaches inside his shorts and gropes his now fully erect young cock.

“That’s the way, sweetheart,” Audrey groans “you’re so good at this.”

Kyle looks up at Audrey as he works his probing tongue deeper into her cunt and smiles as her grunts of pleasure grow louder. Kyle’s face creases into a frown of concentration as he continues working his magic, lapping up more and more of Audrey’s delicious pussy juice with long slow deliberate strokes.

“Ooooh, sweetheart,” Audrey drools, her voice quivering with lust as Kyle’s still young but now far from inexperienced tongue locates her clit, running rings around the swollen nubbin, “you are superb. Keep working that wonderful tongue of yours on my nice wet pussy.”

Kyle has no intention of stopping just yet, he is thoroughly enjoying himself licking his grandmother’s cunt. In just three short years since his first tentative licks, Kyle has become an expert in the art of cunnilingus, thanks to his family showing him how to really use his tongue and his grandmother only too eager to let her cunt be practised on. It is juicier and therefore more delicious than those of the giggling girls of his own age that Kyle has had sex with from time to time. He prefers sex with his family any day and the fact that Audrey is his own grandmother adds enormously to the overall enjoyment.

“Oh, yes,” groans Audrey, “suck my clit, sweetheart, your tongue is so nice and hot. I’m so lucky to have such a sexy grandson who knows just how to please me.”

“Mmmm,” murmurs Kyle, which is the only sound he can manage since his tongue is firmly embedded in Audrey’s cunt.

“Lick it harder, sweetheart,” Audrey implores, “you’re driving me absolutely fucking wild.”

With Audrey’s words of encouragement ringing in his ears, Kyle increases the pace, flicking his incestuous tongue as fast as he can up and down his grandmother’s long wet slit while Audrey writhes to the thrill as what seems like a trillion pleasures course their way through her oversexed body. She reaches out and places her hands on Kyle’s head, running her fingers across his neat dark hair, and then pulls him closer to her until his face is completely buried in her pussy.

“Sweetheart, don’t stop,” Audrey says, pleadingly, “my pussy really needs a good long lick.”

Kyle can only grunt as he continues to eat his grandmother’s love box for another five minutes or so until he can nearly no longer breathe. He eventually breaks free from Audrey’s cunt and looks up at the old lady.

“Sorry gran,” he says apologetically, a rueful grin on his face, “but I need to come up for air.”

“That’s OK, sweetheart,” says Audrey, “that was great. But I think it’s high time I returned the compliment, don’t you?”

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