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Üniversite 2.
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Should Have Bought A Diesel

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This is a work of fiction and a new category for me but I thought I would give it a try.

Should Have Bought a Diesel

Part 1

The snow was coming heavier as the sun disappeared behind the high hills to the west. I had been into town to pick up my new truck and by now I was getting concerned about making it home. I called my wife and told her I was probably going to be late and not to worry. It was an unusually early September snowstorm, and I was worried as I was getting low on gas. Always check the gas gage in a new vehicle…dumb move on my part.

Finally, I had to pull into a rest area as the truck started to sputter. I was out of gas, shit. I happen to pull up alongside a huge Ford Diesel truck with a large camper on it. It quickly became apparent there was no cell service but as a fool I got out of my vehicle holding up my cell phone running around like a lost squirrel in the snowstorm.

‘No fucking service,’ I swore to myself and wandered back toward my truck, now thoroughly soaked.

‘Can I help you,’ a dark form spoke up from the open door of the camper next to my truck.

‘New truck, out of gas, no cell service,’ I responded sarcastically. ‘Sorry, just had a bad day,’ I quickly apologized for my rudeness.

‘Well I hate to make things even worse for you but, the highway just closed,’ he said sympathetically. ‘And you are soaked through. Best come on in I’ve got the heat turned on.’

‘Oh, well I can sit in my truck for awhile.’

‘Don’t be silly, come in,’ he insisted holding the door open for me.

‘Name’s Dan,’ he said sticking out his hand.

‘Bill,’ I replied, ‘and thanks.’

Dan was about my seize and age, mid fifties with a full head of hair just starting to gray. Good looking with a rugged outdoor physique. He was wearing a set of blue sweats and fuzzy slippers. Oh well.

‘Have you got a change of clothing in your truck?’

‘No,’ I replied realizing I was shivering quite badly by now.

‘Better change into these,’ he said handing me a set of green sweats, ‘while I make some coffee. Can’t have you dying on me, besides your dripping on my floor.’

Standing on the rubber entrance mat I quickly undressed and handed my wet clothing to Dan who hung them in the bathroom. Dan smiled when he saw the regimental tattoo on my left shoulder and before I was completely dressed, he showed me his tattoo on his forearm, an anchor.

Turns out we were both retired military men. Soon we were telling each other stories of our time in the forces. And Dan pulled out an exceptionally fine bottle scotch and spiked our coffees to make things even better. The stories became a trip down memory lane for the both of us. In the space of two hours we became friends.

Dan rustled up a fine Moose stew for supper with a couple of bottles of beer. We were having a great time.

We swapped cell phones and began showing each other photos of our kids and wives on our cell phones. Dan stopped at one photo and he muttered, ‘Now there’s bursa escort a fine-looking woman.’ He turned the phone toward me, and it was one of a series of nude photos of Jan, my wife I had forgotten were on the phone.

‘Sorry Dan,’ I stammered, ‘I forgot about those,’ reaching for the phone.

‘Hold on,’ he said, ‘take a look at these,’ he searched through his phone and returned it to me. ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,’ he said with a laugh. ‘Scroll through them.’

They were nude photos of his wife Joan, getting progressively more explicit as I scrolled through them finally her on her knees sucking Dan’s good-sized cock. By now I had a good beginning on the wood in my sweats, and we were both slightly tipsy.

‘Wow,’ I said, ‘doesn’t she mind you showing these to other people?’

‘No, not really, we’re quite open sexually speaking,’ he said. ‘I taught her all she knows bout blow jobs and she taught me all about eating pussy.’

He could see the puzzled expression on my face.

‘She likes boys and girls,’ he laughed, ‘and so do I.’

‘So, you are both Bi?’ I blurted.

‘Yep.’

‘Oh.’ I didn’t know what more to say and to my surprise my cock grew with this disclosure.

‘Have you folks ever thought about trying a Bi experience?’

‘Well I know Jan has tried sex with a woman in University,’ for some reason I replied, cautiously, ‘and well we do fantasize once in awhile about… well actually she has suggested we both try… err.’ I felt like a tongue-tied adolescence when Dan quietly interrupted.

‘I can see by the increasing growth in your sweats that you are seriously considering trying it,’ he reached his hand down to my leg just below my tumescent dick and looked at my face. I was confused, could I do this, but I didn’t stop his hand slowly moving up to my hard shaft.

‘I’m not gay,’ I murmured as his hand grasped me through the cotton sweats.

‘Neither am I,’ Dan said as he stroked me. ‘But I do like sucking a cock now and then. You don’t have to do anything in return. OK?’

I nodded weakly as Dan pulled the drawstring loose and slid his hand down softly clasping my cock. The air from my lungs escaped with a sigh, my heart was racing, and I felt lightheaded. But I couldn’t have stopped what was about to happen, even if I wanted to. And I realized I didn’t want him to stop.

Dan slipped to the floor and pulled at my sweatpants, dammed if I didn’t raise up to help him. My mind was saying wait…wait, but my rock-hard cock was currently running the show. And they synced when Dan bent down, gave my cock a gentle kiss and began stroking me softly. He looked up at me as he took my cut dick into his mouth and deliberately engulfed it. He bobbed up and down taking me deeper with each downward stroke, his lips sealed to my shaft glistening with his saliva. He ran his tongue up and down my shaft squeezing it with his hand and when a drop of precum oozed out he carefully licked it into his mouth.

‘You have one of the nicest bursa escort bayan cocks I have ever seen,’ he said as he stood slipping his clothes of completely. I wanted to tell him to hurry and get down and finish sucking my cock, but he knelt back down and quickly got back to business. I saw that he was a good size and his hard cock stood out straight from his shaved groin.

It struck me as funny, here I was getting a blow job from a guy, especially one I had met two, three hours ago but dam, I really like it. I wondered what he would want in return. I didn’t care as long as Dan kept up his oral assault on my dick, and he did.

I could feel him taking me deeper with each downward stroke, suddenly he had me in his throat his tongue licking the underside of my cock. He kept working my cock into his throat and then back up to swivel his tongue round the head. He was softly fondling my scrotum but stopped stroking me with his hands using only his mouth. Normally I have a lot of stamina having sex but this time I knew I would not last long.

‘Oh shit…oh shit, Dan go easy. I’m close,’ I gasped as I could feel my orgasm building. He slowed his rhythm but kept gently bobbing up and down. ‘Oh Christ…Watch it Dan I’m coming,’ I warned him, but he kept on sucking my cock as I sprayed my load into his mouth. His lips were sealed to my shaft and he swallowed each spurt I fed him. ‘Oh wow… that’s…that’s… I’ve never cum that much in my life.’ I moaned as I seemed to collapse inwardly. I looked down at Dan who was carefully licking my softening and sensitive cock clean. When he was satisfied, he gave it a gentle kiss, stood up and sat down on the cushions next to me.

‘That…that was…’ I was at a loss for words. ‘Thanks Dan….’

‘No. Thank you,’ Dan said with a smile.

We sat side by side for a few minutes before I saw Dan was sporting a boner. He was uncut and a bit longer than me but not as thick. We looked at each other, smiled and I kept glancing back to his hard cock. I could feel the attraction growing in me, it seemed to be an impulse I could not deny.

‘Can I… Can I errr,’ I mumbled as I moved my hand toward his cock.

‘Of course, feel free,’ he said smiling at me, ‘you can go as far as you want.’

I barely nodded as my right hand closed tentatively around his cock. Just then we both looked up as we saw the yellow flashing light from the snow plow as it drove by. We looked at each other and I looked down seeing my hand stroking Dan’s cock.

‘It will probably be awhile before the traffic is cleared. Don’t you agree?’ I asked.

‘Yes.’ Dan said quietly.

I slid to the floor as Dan pulled a cushion from the bench for me to kneel on. Dan was completely shaved and uncut. I continued stroking him while examining his cock. I had never been this close to another mans’ dick and I swallowed hard contemplating my next move. Could I do it, did I want to? and other thought floated through my mind. A little drop of moisture appeared at the pee slit, escort bursa without hesitation I leaned forward and licked it into my mouth. My first taste of precum, slightly salty but not unpleasant. I looked up at Dans’ face as I took his wonderfully hard cock into my mouth.

‘That’s it, Dan,’ I said, ‘I’m officially a cocksucker.’ We both grinned and I went back to work. I rolled his foreskin down its’ shaft and slowly took his cock into my mouth, beginning to bob up and down. At first it was probably just the first couple of inches, but I soon began to experiment taking him farther into my mouth until he triggered my gag reflex.

‘Take it easy Bill,’ he said quietly, ‘you’re not ready for that, yet.’

I held the base of his shaft with my right hand and softly cupped his scrotum with my left while I sealed my lips to his shaft. I could smell his pleasant musk, taste the slight residue from his precum, feel the silky soft texture covering the hard cock. We were both moaning quietly and when I gazed up at his face, I saw the pleasure I was giving him, it was sensation overload. His cock filled my mouth, but I kept taking him as deep as I could. He had lasted a lot longer than I had and my jaw was getting tired by now, but I was on a mission. I was bobbing up and down with a fervor. Dan reached a hand down to caress my head, we were both groaning with passion.

‘Bill… oh God,’ Dan cried out, ‘I’m nearly there…nearly… there,’ he sighed.

I kept my lips wrapped around his cock as he began filling my mouth with blast after blast of cum. I swallowed the first shot but started gaging so I let the rest flow out the sides of my mouth onto his belly. I still had hold of his cock and was gasping for breath but quickly regained my senses. Cum was oozing from his cock, without hesitation I leaned forward again and began licking his bulbous head and shaft clean, savouring the taste and swallowing.

‘You’ve never done that before Bill?’ Dan asked as I settled down beside him.

‘Nope,’ I said with a grin.

‘Dam. You’re really good,’ he grinned at me.

‘Thanks,’ I replied feeling quite proud of my accomplishment.

We sat side by side naked, talking for about another half hour until the snow plow drove back up the hill. Then we cleaned up and got dressed then drove up the hill to the service station only 3 klicks away. I called my wife from there telling her I would be another hour or so.

When we arrived back at my truck Dan turned the big diesel off and we sat just staring out the window at the now lightly falling snow. We kept glancing at each other and finally Dan grinned and said, ‘You want to come inside for a cup of coffee before you head on home?’

‘You bet…I’m looking forward to another taste,’ I said as we climbed back into the camper.

An hour later we were finally starting my truck. Dan and I had exchanged phone numbers, email addresses and we found out we only lived about an hours’ drive apart. We had tentatively planned to get together at our place in two weeks. But that’s another story.

As we stood saying goodbye Dan kicked one of my tires and said, ‘You should have bought a diesel.’

‘But then I wouldn’t have met you,’ I replied as we hugged and then went our separate ways, for now.

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Coffee with John

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Dear Readers: I apologize for the long wait since my last submission. I decided to go back to university for a master’s degree and, since I am still holding my day job, commuting, lectures, assigned readings and writing papers have drastically reduced my time for writing erotica. The good news, for my fetish life anyway, is that I am immersed in my dream environment. My job allows me to work from anywhere, so I spend my entire day on campus, dividing my time between studying and job-related duties.

The sexual energy here is palpable. Classrooms, coffee shops, libraries, everywhere I go I’m encircled by an aura of lust from fellow students and even professors, both male and female. The sheer number of people looking at me sexually is intoxicating, and the opportunities for my exhibitionistic compulsions seem limitless. Though the story below could be drawn from present experience, it is from my distant past and, as always, mingles fantasy and personal history.

Enjoy!

-C

*****

The coffee shop was one of my favorites. It was near to, but not on, campus, and though a popular study location, lacked the fervent hustle of over-stressed students desperate for a caffeine fix before their next class that characterized campus coffee shops. I arrived mid-morning and waited in my car, killing time on my phone while I evaluated arriving patrons. Less than ten minutes had passed when I spied a promising young man approaching down the block. He was tall, over six-foot, and wearing a t-shirt and gray cotton shorts. I got out of my car and walked slowly toward the store, timing my approach so we would reach the door simultaneously. As he neared, I could see his hair was still wet and his t-shirt clung to his chest in places. I presumed he was freshly showered, and his body still damp when he dressed. Delightfully, his penis bounced freely in the shorts, unfettered by any jockeys or boxers.

He pulled the door open and held it for me.

“Go ahead.” He said bowing his head shyly.

“Thanks!” I replied with a smile and inhaled as I stepped past him. He smelled of fresh soap and young male.

I stepped to the counter, feigning indecision. I could feel his presence move behind me, flatteringly close. He took long, intimate breaths though his nose, imhaling my soft perfume.

Pretending I needed to see the pastry display, I bent down pressing my ass briefly but firmly against his semi-erect penis, then quickly straightened.

“Sorry!”

“No problem,” he stammered clearly embarrassed.

I ordered a latte and stepped away, surveying the sitting area while I waited. Nestled in the corner against wall and window, a brown leather chair sat warming in the bright morning sun. It faced a group of two-person tables. Only one was unoccupied, the other patrons faced away.

Perfect.

I felt eyes on me again. My friend had completed his order and had stepped behind me.

“Let the games begin.” I thought, smiling to myself. I took out my phone and pretended to check messages. My latte appeared on the counter.

“Carol!”

I acknowledged the barista with a smile but remained focused on my phone. In less than a minute a large smoothie was placed next to my latte. I slipped my phone into my purse.

“John!”

He moved toward the counter and I deliberately mirrored his steps. Feigning distraction, I accidentally reached toward his smoothie. My hand brushed his, and we both pulled back. I reached across his body with my left hand to grab my latte and placed my right lightly across his back. The nipple of my right breast pressed into his upper arm.

“Sorry.” I mumbled. “I don’t know where my head is this morning.”

I turned toward the condiment station. My flower-print sundress was gossamer soft, and with nothing but a thong underneath my unrestrained breasts and ass jiggled hypnotically as I walked. John followed like a puppy, and I again felt his eyes on me. He stopped a few steps behind me, staring as I sprinkled cinnamon on my latte and walked toward the window. I stood for a moment, legs slightly parted, looking Betturkey out the window, letting the sun flow through my dress. In the reflection I saw John watching. His head cocked unconsciously to the right, eyes looking through the dress at my body’s silhouette outlined by the morning sun. I felt like a goddess.

I turned and sat on the edge of the warm leather, knees and ankles tightly together. John looked around and seeing the table with a potential view, moved to sit facing me. I placed my coffee on the ledge and my bag on the floor. Bending over it I rummaged slowly, eventually pulling out a copy of Marie Claire and a pair of Audrey Hepburn sunglasses. I slid back, sinking into the cushion and carefully crossed my legs, sliding right over left. I slipped on the sunglasses, adjusted the hem of my dress and opened the magazine to a story I did not intend to read.

To my delight, John sat on the edge of his chair, legs open. The paper lay flat on the table and he technically was reading the front page above the fold, but his eyes drifted to my legs with increasing frequency. He seemed captivated with my feet, and particularly enamored with my French-pedicured toes. Through the sunglasses, I watched his face as he watched me; it was a perverse variation on Pavlov’s dog, combining a sexy game with field experiment in human behavioral psychology. The analytical part of my brain catalogued stimuli and responses, observing intensity and consistency of reaction. I slowly rotated my right foot at the ankle. John’s eyes tracked the motion, tracing almost imperceptible circles. Under the table, his penis began to swell.

Pointing and flexing my foot was catnip to John; decorum and discretion deserted him. He would lean forward, weight on his forearms, feet pushed back under the chair, head tilted slightly to his left. Point, circle, flex, relax. With each repetition his entire being was drawn closer. I held the point, bouncing only my toes. His lower lip slipped between his teeth, his hands gripped his paper trembling slightly, his breathing became irregular, almost gasping. Slow circles from the ankle. John’s hips wriggled, and his thighs pressed together, but whether to massage or rearrange his hardening penis I couldn’t tell. I relaxed my foot. His lip slid from his mouth and his eyes drifted back to his newspaper. Point, small bounce from the knee. John’s eyes were immediately dragged from his paper. I combined the leg and foot motion tracing lazy figure eights in the air, first one direction, pause then reverse the motion. I was relentless. Every time John would tear his eyes away, an extended point or slow toe-wriggle brought him back under my control. His erect penis strained against his shorts. The sense of power was intoxicating.

Feigning an itch, I lifted my right leg, bringing the right ankle onto my left knee I dug my nails into my arch, scratching then massaging its gentle curve. John’s eyes flitted between my pink-nailed fingers which caressed my foot and the view of my right leg clear up to the soft swell of my ass. I lowered my leg again and John forced his eyes back to his newspaper. However, they did not stay. His gaze was soon drawn back to my foot gently bobbing in time with the music. Unconsciously, his head bobbed along.

My eyes twinkled behind my sunglasses, and the corners of my mouth twitched as a sense of power and hunger filled me. John had been transformed into a puppet whose movements were controlled by invisible strings attached to my toes, feet, and legs. His loss of control, the lust growing in his eyes, aroused me deeply. I felt my face flush slightly and my heartbeat quicken. Against the thin print of my dress, my nipples tightened and extended, while my areolas puckered and darkened. My labia engorged and pressed against the soft fabric of my panties. My vagina began to throb, fluid oozing from the swollen flesh-that delightful, squishy slipperiness of arousal. I reached down and slid the strap off my heel leaving the sandal dangling from the thin leather strap across my toes. John’s eyes were transfixed, unconsciously flickering Betturkey Giriş back and forth as even the slightest motion of my foot or leg caused the loose heel to bounce and sway.

I uncrossed my legs, still holding ankles knees and thighs tightly together. My dress had ridden well up my thighs and I watched John as he struggled to see my panties under the hem. Feeling wicked I laid the magazine down and curled the fingers of both hands under the hem innocently as though I was just readjusting my dress. But I lifted my hands, stretching the material up as I pulled the dress down and briefly held the hem taut above my thighs. I felt hot sun on my thighs and a cool air-conditioned breeze flow across my panties and over my hipbones. John’s whole upper body unconsciously dipped, trying to maintain the view as I lowered my skirt. I quickly brushed my hands several times across my thighs to smooth my skirt, then picked up my magazine again. To my delight, John’s right hand slide under the table to rearrange his penis and give it a brief but powerful squeeze.

I slipped the strap off my other heel, slid out of my sandals and gently set them to one side. I stretched out my legs, extended my feet and curled my toes underneath. I began a cycle of sliding my pointed left foot up and down along my calf, always holding my thighs tightly together. This drove John crazy. He seemed unable to decide whether to lean to his right for a view of my left thigh, or to his left in hope my dress would slip and provide a momentary view of my panties. As a result, his head would wag back and forth. He was so cute.

I put my shoes back on, placing ankle on knee as I slipped the sandal over my foot and pulled each strap over my heel. John nearly killed himself trying to see between my legs. As I put my left shoe on he leaned right, head tilted but bobbing up and down as he tried to decide whether the view was best over or under my leg. When I switched to the right foot my dress rode up my thighs, he leaned left and seemed to find a sweet spot. I heard a poorly suppressed moan and looking up I saw his thighs tighten. His penis extended and rose, tenting the soft cotton of his shorts.

I carelessly slid my legs back to a more ladylike position and leaned over to rummage in my bag. I felt the cool breeze flow under my ass as my cheek lifted off the chair. John leaned forward. His knees dipped down, feet sliding back on either side of the chair. His penis slid along the left leg of his sweats, the distinct shape of shaft and head clearly visible through the thin material. His eyes were locked on the small space between the chair and my leg where it disappeared under my dress. Watching his face, I uncrossed my legs, thighs held tightly together. My right knee slid over my left, then down until both feet were on the ground, ankles touching. I raised my knees, pointed my toes and hooked the heels of my shoes over a piece of wood trim that ran along the bottom edge of the chair. I leaned back, my ass inched forward; the morning sun crawled up my thighs, slipped under the hem of my dress, and warmed my panties.

John briefly rubbed his eyes with his right hand. It trembled as it returned to the table. He squinted, struggling to focus through the sheer yellow panties to the dark curls beneath. His lower lip had again slipped between his teeth. He seemed oblivious as his incisors sunk into the soft red flesh.

I switched my gaze to under his table. With each irregular breath John’s hips rocked forward. Driven by this unconscious fucking motion his penis slid down his legs then back. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I watched, mesmerized by the sight of his mushroom-shaped head sliding back and forth. A small patch of the gray cotton darkened, then glistened as pre-cum saturated the thin material.

A naughty idea arose in my brain. I rose, leaving my latte and magazine, but grabbing my purse and headed toward the merchandise displays. I smiled at John and touched his shoulder as I passed.

“I have to get something. I’ll be right back; would you watch my stuff?”

John’s Betturkey Güncel Giriş vocal cords nearly failed him. His voice was constricted, words slightly slurred. He shook his head as if to clear a fog.

“What? Oh. Yeah, sure.”

I walked to the mug display, and in a move I’ve perfected over the years, pinched the front of my panties through my dress and squatted spreading my knees and opening my legs as I eased down. I felt the satin separate my labia and slide between my lips. The sudden friction on my clitoris forced a soft moan deep in my throat which I disguised with a quick cough. I released my panties, and with an air of modesty, pressed my dress between my legs. I smiled to myself, enjoying the rush of surreptitious public sexuality.

After purchasing a mug, I returned to my chair, and leaned back against the cushion, my knees tightly together. My gaze returned to John’s face. His brown eyes remained locked between my legs. I let my right leg fall slowly open. John gasped. I then opened my left leg until my knee rested against the chair arm. My legs were splayed wide, my sheer yellow panties pulled between swollen, shaved labia. John’s eyes went wide, first with arousal then concern. His hands spasmed, clutching his newspaper. Below the table, his thighs and abdominal muscles locked. His penis convulsed. He held his breath, attempting futilely to stop the inevitable. His penis convulsed again. With a barely stifled moan he surrendered. I stared between his legs, fascinated. The soft material shuddered as the first jet of cum crashed against it. His eyes rolled back briefly then refocused and remained transfixed on my panties while his penis spasmed again and again; stream after stream of cum flooded his shorts.

As his orgasm waned, John flexed his ass muscles squeezing his balls between his thighs. The tip of his penis, swollen deep red, pressed out under the hem of his shorts; a thick glob of cum clung to it.

Uncontrollable desire to open myself overwhelmed me. I wanted to invite John into my naked vagina, beg him to watch, hypnotized, as my lips opened, revealing the swollen, red, undulating folds of my vagina. I craved the wide-eyed stare, the erratic rhythm of his breath as he watched cream exude from my vaginal walls, then coalesce into warms pools that would grow and eventually overflow my vagina.

Labia throbbed against the soft material of my panties. Vaginal walls pulsed as each heartbeat pressed blood through the swollen flesh. Warmth flowed into my clitoris. I recognized the signs but like John, there was no way to stop the inevitable. The warmth in my clitoris became a burning itch, a mixture of intense pleasure and anguish as I teetered on the edge of orgasm.

I opened my legs further and scooted my ass forward. The thong pulled deeper into the rift between my labia and pressed against my clit. The dollop of John’s cum slid off his penis, down his thigh, clung momentarily to the hair on his leg, then fell to the floor with a faint but audible plop.

I looked at John’s face, our eyes met.

“I’m cumming too.” I mouthed.

It was true. As John’s eyes traveled back to where the thong disappeared between my swollen labia, my legs trembled, and my stomach muscles cramped.

I came.

I have experienced many types of orgasm in my life. The gentlest consists of a warm, pulsing vaginal glow that slowly fades, leaving my clitoris tingling (I can often cum two or even three times with this type). The rarest and most intense (and therefore my favorite) I call “spasm and cream”. It only happens when sustained arousal has filled my vagina with fluid, and the orgasm is so intense that the vaginal spasms act like a pump, pushing cum out of me.

John was my first spasm and cream orgasm. I was so flooded from showing off that my vagina was already leaking, and the cum spasms were so intense they were like cramps of ecstasy. With John’s eyes glued between my open legs, waves of cum flooded past my panties, down my ass and onto my dress.

When my orgasm finally subsided, John Looked up at me.

“We better get out of here!” I whispered.

I tossed my things into my purse and stood. John was scooting back his chair, using a napkin to wipe his cum off the floor. I walked past, placed my card in his t-shirt pocket and breathed softly in his ear.

“Call me tomorrow at 10 AM.”

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The Seduction of Rob Ch. 01

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Chapter 01: The Den

The doorbell rang, and as Rob Carter got up to answer it he heard his 17 year old daughter, Kathy, call to him from upstairs.

“Dad, that’s gonna be Sherry, will you let her in and tell her to come up to my room, please?”

“Sure thing, Kitten,” he replied, calling his daughter by his pet name for her as he walked over to the door. ‘Oh, man!’ he thought to himself, ‘Just what I need — ‘Sexpot Sherry’ is here!’

“Sexpot Sherry” was his private nickname for his daughter’s best friend for a couple of reasons. The first was that, according to his son who went to the same high school as the girls did, in addition to being the prettiest and by far the sexiest girl in the school Sherry had a reputation for being an outrageous flirt and a cock tease who would steal the boyfriend away from any girl in the school with a promise of sexual delights, and then only come through with a hand job — if they were lucky. And as soon as that was done, it was sayonara, sucker! — she dropped the poor guy and moved on to the next one.

The other reason for his private nickname for her was her looks and the way she dressed. Sherry was almost the same age as his daughter; she was 18 but was only older than Kathy by a month since she was born in December and Kathy was born in January, but she had the body of a woman much older. She was short, only standing 5’3″ in her sandals, with long, dark brown hair, large chestnut brown eyes, a pert nose, soft, full and inviting lips (‘pouty’ was the word that came to mind), and the straightest and whitest teeth Rob had ever seen, which he was sure had cost her parents a pretty penny. She had the slender body of a teenager with just enough remaining “baby fat” to give soft edges to her curves — and what curves she had! Shapely legs and thighs, a rounded, shapely ass, a narrow waist, flat stomach with just a little softness to it, and above all that an absolutely killer pair of huge tits that stood out proudly from her chest like twin torpedoes. Sherry was partial to thin bras and tight cotton shirts, so every time she came into a cool room her nipples would immediately harden, as all girl’s nipples do, but from what Rob saw, this girl had nipples that matched her tits – big. Combine that with the tight jeans or shorts she always wore that looked as if they were put on with spray paint, and you had a clear idea of why Rob thought of her as a sexpot. Another thing that his son had told him was that the guys at school had given her the nickname of “Cameltoe.” One look at her in her skin-tight jeans or equally tight shorts, and you knew why. As he walked over to the door, Rob could only wonder what she would be wearing today.

He opened the door and there on the other side of the screen door stood Sherry, his daughter’s gal pal and best friend. As usual, she was wearing a white t-shirt that was two sizes too small for her, but at least the bra she was wearing looked like it was sturdy enough to support the load of tits it was carrying. To complete her outfit she was wearing a skin-tight pair of medium blue shorts which allowed her to live up to her school nickname, and sandals. Her long dark hair was tied at the sides of her head into long pigtails, giving her a “Lolita-ish” look which made Rob’s balls twitch. Actually, she made his balls twitch every time he saw her, and he’d been seeing her a lot over the summer ever since she and his daughter had become best friends. She smiled big at him as soon as she saw it was him who was opening the door.

“Hi, Mr. Carter!” she said, clasping her hands behind her and rocking her shoulders back and forth, essentially waving her big tits at him. “Is Kathy here?”

“Hi, Sherry, yeah, she’s upstairs in her room and says for you to go on up,” he replied, opening the screen door and holding it open for her, standing up against the inner door to let her pass.

“Thanks, Mr. Carter, you’re the best!” she said as she brushed by him. She was a little too close, and her big, heavy tits rubbed not-too-lightly across his abdomen as she went by. She looked up at him and smiled as she brushed against and past him. The stairs were immediately to the left of the front door and ran directly away from the door, so Rob was able to turn his head and watch her trot up the stairs, her shapely and rounded ass encased in those tight shorts flexing as she went. He could tell from the tightness of the shorts that Sherry was wearing a thong today. He closed the door and went back to his study, sitting back down in his chair.

‘She did that on purpose,’ he thought to himself, ‘she rubbed those big tits across my stomach on purpose! My 17 year old daughter’s best friend is flirting with me!’ Rob had thought this for the past few weeks, and the more he thought about it and the more contact he had with Sherry, the more certain of it he became. “Sexpot Sherry” was flirting with him, the 38 year old father of her best friend!

Just about that time his daughter and Sherry came trotting down the stairs on their way out of the house. They both came into his den so Kathy could tell him good-bye.

“Bye, Dad,” she said, bending over to kiss him on his cheek. “We’re going to the movies and then Betturkey to get something to heat, so I’ll be gone for a while.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, then gave him a quick hug.

“Okay, Kitten, have fun but be careful,” he said. “Call me if you’re going to be too late, okay?”

“Okay, thanks, Dad,” she said, then walked out of the room. Sherry was standing there now, smiling at him as he sat in his chair.

“Can I kiss you good-bye, too, Mr. Carter?” she asked, waving those tits at him again. Rob felt his cock jump.

“Sure, Sherry,” he said, almost calling her by his nickname for her but catching himself in time, “I don’t see why not.”

With a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure Kathy was out of view, Sherry walked over to him and then bent down, putting her hands on Rob’s shoulders as he leaned forward. He couldn’t help but notice her huge tits hanging down in front of her as she did so, and he knew this was just what she wanted him to see. He turned his head to offer her his cheek, but she surprised him by quickly darting her head around and kissing him square on the lips, holding her lips against his for just a second. Her lips were soft, warm, and inviting, and he felt it all the way down to the base of his balls. Then she was gone, bounding out of the room to catch up with his daughter.

Rob was stunned and excited at the same time, and when he got hold of his senses he realized two things: Sherry absolutely was flirting with him — he now thought that she had more than just flirting on her mind, though — and he had a raging hard-on. Somehow he knew that was just what Sherry wanted, and later events would prove him correct.

Two days later Rob was just getting home from work, and he walked in the door just as Kathy and Sherry were again leaving. It was summer vacation, and while the kids were enjoying their summer off there was no rest for the working world. Rob was no exception in that aspect, but in one he was — he was a police officer and worked rotating shifts, and he was just coming off of a midnight shift having worked all night. He was looking forward to a nice, quiet house with the kids gone so he could sleep all day before having to go back to work at ten PM that night. It was a little after eight AM when he walked in the door, gunbelt in hand, and he was beat. Kathy and Sherry were in the kitchen, Kathy on the business side of the counter and Sherry sitting on a bar stool on the other side, with Kathy putting the last items for their lunch in a bag when he walked in.

“Hi, Dad!” Kathy said.

“Hi, Mr. Carter!” Sherry echoed, smiling at him.

“Morning, girls,” Rob said, walking across the room to his den and dropping his gunbelt in his favorite chair, then turned to walk into the kitchen which adjoined his den. He never used the living room much; that was his wife’s territory, and even when she was out of town visiting her mother — like this week — he hardly ever went in it. He was content to just stay in his den, relax, smoke his pipe, read some, and surf the ‘net on the computer.

“You look tired, Dad,” Kathy said. “Hard night last night?”

“The usual — all the crazies come out on the midnight shift, and last night was more of the same,” he said, getting a glass from the cabinet, then pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He walked out of the kitchen and back to his den, sitting on the edge of his desk as he took a sip. Looking over at the girls, he could tell where they were headed today.

“Going to the beach, are we?” he asked. Kathy was wearing her usual beachfront attire — cutoff jeans and a t-shirt over her bathing suit, with sandals on her feet. Sherry was wearing a short white cotton beach robe that wrapped across the front and was held there with a belt you tied in place. The robe stopped at mid-thigh and looked very good on her. Her long, dark hair was loose this time and hung down, framing her cute face.

“Yep, we haven’t been there yet, so we figured it was time!” she replied, putting the finishing touches on their lunch.

“And I have a new bathing suit I want to try out, too!” Sherry said, turning to face him. She got down from the stool and quickly untied the belt, then held the robe open to show him her suit. “What do you think, Mr. Carter?” she asked, coyly.

Rob just about choked on his OJ. Sherry was wearing a black bikini, the bottoms of which were tied at the sides and sat very low on her hips. The top was small, maybe a size too small, the cups barley big enough to hold in her huge tits which were bulging a little at the sides from being restrained by the suit. She had just a little roundness left on her belly, and dangling from her pierced belly button was a glittering faux diamond pendant. She looked incredible, the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, and Rob felt his cock waking up. Gathering his wits quickly, he replied to her question before Kathy noticed the lag. But Sherry already had, and the gleam in her eyes told him so.

“I think you better take this with you,” he said, picking up his gunbelt and holding it out to her playfully. Sherry laughed and closed her robe, tying it quickly.

“You’re funny, Mr. Carter!” she said, then turned Betturkey Giriş to Kathy and asked, “Are we ready to go? I’m anxious to get to the beach and work on my tan!”

“Yeah, we’re ready, I think,” Kathy said, picking up the basket with the food and her things in it, then walking around the counter and over to Rob. Rob was sitting with his feet apart, and Kathy stepped between them to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, Dad,” she said, “have a good sleep!”

“Thanks, Kitten, I will, and y’all have a good time!” he said as she walked out of the room. Sherry was standing there, hands clasped in front of her, looking up at him from a slightly bowed head, a half-smile on her face. He knew what she was asking without her saying a word.

“Okay, Sherry, c’mere,” he said, smiling and motioning her over. She lifted her head and smiled broadly, then trotted over to him. She stepped between his feet as Kathy had done, only she stepped in further — much further, until her hips were pressing firmly against his crotch. Before he could react she reached up and took his head in her hands, then pulled him down and kissed him on the lips. The kiss was longer this time, her lips parted, and he felt the soft tip of her tongue dance across his lips as she pushed gently against him. She smelled wonderful, and felt just as good. His cock started to react, and he was sure she felt it; there was just no way she couldn’t. She took her lips from his after a few seconds and, still holding his head in her hands, looked him in the eyes and whispered softly, a knowing smile on her face.

“Sweet dreams, Mr. Carter!” Then she turned and was gone, leaving Rob sitting there with a half-empty glass of orange juice and a raging hard-on.

He didn’t see either of them before he went to work again that night, and his son told him that they said they were going out to eat and then over to Sherry’s house for a while. When he came home from work the next morning his son was still in bed, sleeping in as all teenage boys on summer vacation will do, and Kathy was just starting to move around upstairs. He passed her in the hallway on the way to his room as she was heading to the bathroom to shower.

“Morning, Dad,” she said.

“Morning, Kitten,” he replied in passing. “How was the beach?”

“Great! Sherry got a little burned, though, not too bad but just enough,” she replied.

“With that skimpy suit, I’m not surprised,” he said softly, mostly to himself.

“What, Dad?”

“Nothing, baby, nothing,” Rob said, then closed the door. Five minutes later he was undressed and in bed, sound asleep.

Seven hours later he woke up, feeling a lot better than he had when he went to bed. He took a quick shower to wash the daytime sleep off of him; he’d shower again before he went to work and shave as well, but right now he didn’t do all that. After he showered he pulled on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering with underwear since he wasn’t going anywhere except back to work in four hours, and slipped his bare feet into his old pair of deck shoes. He combed his hair and then went downstairs where he found two notes on the kitchen counter, one from his son telling him that he was at a friend’s house and would be home late, and one from Kathy telling him that she was babysitting for the entire day and most of the night, and would also be home late.

‘Excellent!’ Rob thought, ‘I get the house and the early evening to myself!’ He loved his kids, but as any parent knows you also love the “me time” that you so rarely got when raising them. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself something to eat, just a sandwich for now, and sat down at the counter on the barstool where Sherry had been to eat it. After he finished eating he went into the den and was just about to sit down in his favorite chair when the doorbell rang.

“Who the hell could that be?” he wondered aloud as he walked across the living room to the front door. He opened the door and was surprised to see Sherry standing there. She’d gotten a bit of a burn, all right, but the color she did get really looked good on her. And he could see a lot of that color today because he could see a lot of Sherry — she was wearing a shiny white nylon (or was it silk?) halter top that tied in front between and beneath her huge breasts, a red and black plaid schoolgirl-type pleated skirt that sat just as low on her hips as the bathing suit had and sandals, her hair once again tied at the sides of her head into long, flowing pigtails. The halter top accentuated her large, torpedo-shaped tits, showing about a mile of cleavage and barely covering her nipples, and the skirt was so short that it barely covered her butt. Rob was sure he could see one areola peeking out of the halter top, and he got a good view of her nipples as well which were rock-hard and poking out against the fabric. The faux diamond glittered from her belly button once again, acting as an arrow pointing down to her sex. She was standing there with her hands behind her back, slowing waving her big breasts back and forth and smiling at him through the screen door.

“Hey, Mr. Carter!” she said.

“Hey, Sherry,” he replied, stunned at how sexy she looked. Betturkey Güncel Giriş He could feel the stirrings down below already. “If you’re looking for Kathy, I’m afraid she’s not here. She’s out on a baby-sitting gig and won’t be done until late tonight.”

“I know, she told me,” Sherry replied. She bit her bottom lip sexily, then continued. “Actually, I came to see you.”

“You did?” Rob replied.

“Yes, I did,” she said, continuing. “I need to talk to you about something, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure, I don’t mind, what is it?” Rob asked.

“Well, uh, it’s kinda personal,” she said, shrugging her shoulders a bit. “Can I come in? I’d rather not talk out on the porch like this.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, c’mon in!” Rob said, opening the screen door for her and holding it open. He made no effort to get out of her way this time, and once again she brushed those monster tits against him as she went by. And once again she looked him in the eye when she did it, smiling seductively at him.

A thousand thoughts went through his mind at that point, most of them logical reasons as to why he should not fuck the living shit out of this young, 18 year old vixen who was clearly asking for it, but the more he looked at those tits and the rest of her hot body, the more those logical thoughts took a back seat to the desire rising in him from deep in his balls. ‘What’s that they always say, when one head gets hard the other one gets soft?’ he thought to himself as he closed the inner door and then followed Sherry’s swinging, skirt-clad behind into the house and to the kitchen next to his den. He noticed for the first time that Sherry had a “tramp stamp,” a tribal tattoo in the small of her back just above her butt. He had a few tats himself so he knew a fresh one when he saw it, and this one couldn’t have been more than a month old. ‘And it really looks hot on her, too!’ he thought to himself. She sat down on the barstool where she had been before, and he went over to his desk and sat on the edge again, crossing his arms across his chest before speaking. She swiveled the chair to face him, crossing her legs slowly.

“So what’s on your mind, Sherry?” he asked.

“Can I be honest with you, Mr. Carter?” she asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

“And you won’t tell anybody, not even Kathy?” she asked.

“I won’t tell anybody, not even Kathy,” he said, “and that’s a promise. Now what’s on your mind, Sherry?”

“Well, to be totally honest with you, Mr. Carter, you are,” she said, confirming his suspicions.

“I am?” he asked, playing her game now. “And why am I on your mind?”

“Well, because you’re funny, you’re smart, you’re caring, and you’ve got a really hot body for a man in his late thirties,” she said, looking him up and down as she paused; she took a breath and then finished. “And because you turn me on, Mr. Carter, you turn me on so much! See?” she asked, and stuck her chest out so he could see that her nipples were hard as little rocks, pressing firmly against the fabric of the halter top.

“I see,” he said, unable to take his eyes off her nipples and breasts until she continued. He could feel the beginnings of an erection already.

“That happens every time I so much as think of you! And whenever I get near you, well…” she paused, looking at him and biting her lower lip.

“Well, what?” he asked. “You can’t embarrass me, Sherry, so just say it.”

“Every time I get near you, my pussy gets wet,” she said, looking him in the eyes. “like it is now.”

As much as he hated it, he at least had to try and do the right thing. He wasn’t sure it’d be his best effort, but he at least had to try.

“We can’t, Sherry,” he said, hating having to say it and hoping she’d fight back. “It wouldn’t be right. As much as you may think you want it, we can’t. I’m way too old for you, anway! You should be out chasing boys your own age!”

“Boys my own age bore me,” she said simply, a frown crossing her face. “They’re immature and can’t think any further than the ends of their own dicks.” He stifled a laugh at this as she continued; she was smiling again. “Not like you, Mr. Carter, not like you at all!”

“But still, Sherry, we just can’t,” he protested, trying to remain logical and clear-headed which was getting to be damned near impossible since most of his blood was rushing to his own dick right about now.

“Yes, we can,” she said, sliding off of the barstool and walking over to him. “I’m here, you’re here, the house is empty, no one will be here until late tonight, so we have the house all to ourselves,” she said, stepping between his feet as she had done before. “You know how much I want you, and I think I know how much you want me,” she said, glancing down at the very visible lump in his jeans. She moved in until her hips were pressing against him and the lump in his jeans, then reached up and took his head in her hands again. Again she pulled his head down and kissed him, softly but firmly, her lips parted, her tongue darting into his mouth and teasing his own. She opened her lips more and deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself into him so he could feel her huge breasts pressing against him, the nipples rock-hard. He put his hands on her hips and gripped them firmly, wanting to slide his hands up her lithe, shapely body but hesitating to do so. When she broke the kiss she left him nearly breathless. His cock was rock-hard and throbbing, begging for release.

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It’s our five month anniversary and you’ve come to visit me in Wales for the weekend. We’re playing our favourite game- staying at a hotel and spending as much time in bed as possible. It’s early evening, but it’s dark outside. We went down to dinner early and have spent the last two hours in the hotel restaurant discussing our relationship: how happy we are, how contented, how secure. Having finished the food, we’re both a bit tipsy, but still have lots of energy from our all day nap. As we stand up, you glance down and see an unmistakable bulge in my jeans- proof of the frustration I’m feeling at having been sat next to such a beautiful, sexy woman for two hours, without being able to touch her, kiss her, or slide inside her- SO frustrating. It happens every time we go out- at some point in the evening, you’ll do, or say something that will make me internally swoon and I’ll feel my cock begin to swell, feel it strain against my tight boxers. The sensation of the sensitive skin stroking cotton, as my cock intermittently flexes only making me more turned on and unable to look at anything but your stunning face, amazing body and huge, beautiful breasts.

You smile slightly to yourself, without me noticing, pleased with the effect you can produce in me without even trying. We automatically hold each other gently by the hand and make our way to the lift. Once the doors slide shut behind us, I let go, pushing you firmly against the mirrored wall, one hand moving to softly cup your face, the other sliding down your side, caressing the side of your left breast through your top. I press my body against yours, allowing you to feel and appreciate the full extent of my arousal. Our lips make contact, with a series of soft, gentle kisses- even as I hold you so firmly, forcing you to do as I want, I still want to show you how tender and loving I feel toward you.

The door slides open again and we’re at our floor. I ease back off you, still very turned on. Our suite is only a few metres away. I open the door and we both walk in, closing the door behind us.

As the door swings gently shut, you move towards me, pushing me down onto the king size, four poster bed. You make me sit on the edge as as you straddle me, kissing my neck and lips passionately, whilst running your hands all over me

But tonight’s going to be all about you, and I can’t have you taking control. I’ll be deciding what you do and don’t do this weekend… so I stand you up in front of me, moving behind you, edging you toward the side of the bed nearest the door. There’s a bedside table, which I reach into, retrieving a luxurious black, padded blindfold. You know what’s coming, feeling instantly more aroused at the idea of being blind to everything around you- totally at my mercy and in my control. I tie the blind fold, planting kisses on your neck as I do. You notice that this time, I seem to have tied it slightly tighter, so that there’s no chance of it slipping even slightly.

With that, I slowly undress you down to your perfect lacy blue underwear. It’s always been my favourite, showing your D cup breasts in all their considerable glory. I get even harder as I look at you, shedding my clothes down to my tight, black pants. The outline of my throbbing erection is impossible to miss through them. Knowing how much you like them, I take your hand and brush your fingertips against my cock through my pants. You try to grasp slightly for my dick, resisting, trying to fight to gain some control, before I pull your hand back away.

“No, baby” I whisper in your ear, “I’m in charge tonight- all you have to do, is what you’re told. Just enjoy honey”

I nibble your ear lobe gently as I finish whispering, regisitering as I do that you’ve become visibly more relaxed now that you know you simply have to submit to my will.

With that, I sit you down on the edge of the bed and move behind you, my legs either side. I begin to softly lick and kiss your shoulders and neck as you sit upright, slightly back against me, my rock hard cock pressed lightly against the small of your back. I run my hands with a feather light touch over your shoulders and down over your chest before moving them behind you and unclasping your bra. I gasp slightly as your magnificent breasts are freed. Suddenly you feel something warm and wet drizzling over your back- I’ve moved your hair to one side and am pouring warm massage oils over you. I begin to give you a soft, sensual massage, as you become completely relaxed and ready to accept what I have planned.

I slip my hands around your front and lovingly, softly squeeze your tits into my hands, as I kiss your ears and neck, quickly turning you on. As I kneed gently the slick oil into your breasts, I take your nipples in between my fingers, twisting and pinching them lightly. After ten minutes of pure teasing, I move away from my position behind you, and lie you down on the bed, with your legs hanging over the side. You can then feel me move to one side Betturkey of you. I begin to kiss your chest, just above your breasts, licking a trail down to your nipple. I take your left nipple in my mouth, delighting in sucking on it. It’s already erect, pointing up from being teased and played with for so long- I suck it into my mouth as I lick the end quickly with my tongue, driving you wild with pleasure. I haven’t touched you there yet, but I know you’re soaking wet by now. I love sucking you, knowing how much it turns you on. After a few minutes, I move to the other side of you, my hard cock pressed against your mound through both of our underwear as I take your right nipple into my mouth, doing the same, all the while toying with the other with my hand.

You begin to writhe slowly and subtly, then more forcefully beneath me, desperate to feel your pulsing clitoris against my dick. But with my hands and strong, muscled arms, I tell you not o move at all, to just sit back and enjoy. Then, I sit you up again, moving in front of you. You can feel the warmth of my body, even though you can’t see. I’m outrageously turned on by the control I have over you- and how you’re responding to it. I take both your hands and slip your fingertips into the inside of my tight pants.

My crotch is only inches from your face as I push your hands down slightly, telling you the time has come to free my engorged dick. As you pull down, it flicks upwards, hitting you on the cheek then striking my stomach, before coming to rest just in front of your thick, wet lips. Without having to be told, you stick out your tongue and take a long all the way from the base to the head with the tip of your wet tongue. The feeling is incredible for me, as I feel you tongue stud make contact with the sensitive underside of the head of my cock. I’ve always loved the way you suck me, when you take your time, concentrating on the act, not just as a means to harden me up so I can slide inside you.

I push you back gently, so that, once more, you lie on the bed, me knelt to one side, my cock in your mouth. With one hand I hold the back of your head, slowly thrusting into you, controlling the pace. I love the sensation of fucking your mouth, feeling your wet lips and tongue devouring my cock as I slide in and out of you. You look like such a sexy little slut and I love it. With one hand you’re cupping and caressing my balls and perineum just how I like, driving me wild with pleasure.

After a few minutes, I slide out of your mouth, and sit you up. You’re panting from desire as much as being out of breath. I move once more behind you, knowing that now it’s your turn to be pleasured. I run my hands down your chest to your sexy little knickers, lightly stroking my fingers across their lacy front. I revel in how totally wet they are- I love knowing the effect I’ve had on you. I begin once more to kiss your neck as I reach down and ease them off your waist, down to your knees, where your gladly let them fall to the floor and spread your legs wide for me. I can see in a mirror on the wall the incredible pussy in front of me. Ever since I first licked you there, I’ve been in love with your cunt. You have the most perfect clitoris I’ve ever seen- the sensation of taking it into my mouth is to die for, and I’d gladly do it all day and night. But I have other plans today.

As I kiss your neck, I slide a hand down over your exposed cunt, slowly slidling a finger up your soaking slit from bottom to top. I deliberately avoid making contact with your clit the first few times. Then, suddenly, my finger grazes it, driving you to push yourself back against me. I begin to slowly, so softly, run a finger in circles around your soaking clitoris, as you push yourself against me, your hands absentmindedly caressing your incredible boobs. Then you feel me reach for something. I bring it round in front of you between your legs. You then feel something hard, warm and wet at the entrance to your tight pussy- I have your dildo in my hand and am slowly teasing your entrance with it while stroking your clit. I then take your hand and replace mine with it over your clitoris. You begin to stroke yourself slowly, delighting in the erotic pleasure being offered to you. I begin to slide the head of the enormous dildo inside you, slowly teasing your cunt with the head of the toy, moving it in and out of you only and inch at a time. With my now free hand I slide it beneath you and start to probe your beautiful, hot ass with a finger soaking with lube. I slowly begin to press a finger in and out of you. After a few minutes, I force in a second, causing you to flinch slightly, before carrying on stroking your pussy.

We’ve had anal sex before twice, at your house. We both see it as the sexiest, most intimate thing we’ve ever done and it clearly excites you to realise what I’m planning. I then move the dildo away from your pussy and put it to one side. I take both your hands and Betturkey Giriş pull them behind me, so you’re reaching behind yourself, pulling me against you from behind.

“Honey,” I whisper once more into your right ear

“Are you enjoying this baby?”

“Yeess!” You half moan, half whisper

“Goood, Just lie back and enjoy baby, don’t fight it, just relax OK?”

“Yes honey, this feels amazing! Don’t stop!”

I go back to slowly sliding my fingers in and out of your anus with one hand, with the other holding your hands behind me.

You lie back into me, relaxing your ass, knowing what I want and wanting it too- my big cock inside your ass. I keep you nicely lubed up as you get used once again to the sensation. I then handcuff your hands, quite unexpectedly, behind my back. You’re now totally exposed in front of me, giving me a full, amazingly sexy view of your wet cunt between your spread legs as I finger your tight asshole.

Then you sense a movement in front of you. A hand starts to run up your right leg, from your knee, caressing your inner thigh, moving slowly higher. You freeze- surely it’s my hand on your leg, but no, one is playing with your ass, the other caressing your nipples. There’s someone else here!? Your mind races, your heart starts to pound.

“Relax baby,” I whisper “Just trust me and enjoy it, you look so sexy”

The hand is soft and gentle, stroking its way up to your nicely trimmed pussy. Then another is planted on your left leg and you feel the person lowering themselves down between your legs. You almost think this is too much, that you’re not ready and what it all to stop, when, suddenly, you feel the wet tip of a hot tongue make contact with your clit.

The intensity of the situation combined with the feeling of someone else tonguing your pussy in front of your boyfriend is nearly too much to bare. Added to that- you’ve just been teased for nearly an hour in the most sexual, sensuous way you’ve ever known. The tongue goes to work, as the two hands run up and down your legs. One hand moves up and cups a breasts, expertly playing with a nipple, as the other spreads your pussy lips, allowing access for the tongue to work it’s magic.

The tongue moves from the bottom of your slit to the top, sliding against the side of your clit as it does. Then back down the other side, again grazing your pulsing, engorged clit. Then it moves in small circles around your nub, before pressing more firmly against it, moving from side to side, then simply flicking the clit up and down. All the while you’re bucking your hips against the unknown persons sexy mouth, but are unable to move too much, as you’re handcuffed hands are behind me. The feeling of my hard cock against your back, my fingers in your ass and the tongue on your cunt is heavenly- you’re easily the most turned on you’ve ever been.

Then, you notice the unmistakable feeling of stubble against the inside of your thigh, as the tongue works away.

Holy shit, It’s another guy!?

You feel yourself spasm and pulse uncontrollably as you realise one of your fantasies is being fulfilled.

The constant tonguing is starting to bring you close. Then you feel me reach around you and do two things. First, I lift you up and slowly slide you back down- my cock now positioned against the relaxed and stretched opening to your tight, amazing ass. I slide inside you, filling you up with my dick. You feel so tight around my cock- I just leave you there, to get used to the sensation, whilst the licking continues.

The other thing I do is put my hand on the back of the head of the boy licking your wet clit, pulling him closer against you. At the same time, his tongue makes a firm contact with you, and you begin to buck against it. Everything happening is all too much- my hard cock filling your ass, his tongue on you, while we both toy with your nipples. You start to writhe against him moaning “Yes, yes, yes, oh baby, don’t stop, right there…yes, yes!”

I pull him harder against you as his tongue goes mad- flicking your clit hard and fast. He thrusts his tongue deep into you, close to grazing my cock, before licking you again. You feel yourself go dizzy, the suddenly you start to come in massive waves, harder than you ever have before. For what seems like minutes you buck and moan as the feeling boils over inside you. The most intense orgasm you’ve ever had is the reward for trusting me to let do this for you. You fall back against me, all the time, I’m still in your ass. You’re panting, almost in shock at how amazing your coming was, but still turned on.

I reach behind me and undo your handcuffs, then, taking your hands, I move them to your front. The hot, sexy guy in front of you has now stood up and your about to feel just how sexy he is. I take your hands and run them up over his body- his big pecs and abs are more defined than mine, and feel amazing to you. You feel his big, biceps. Betturkey Güncel Giriş Then I take your hands and bring them to your face level, to his waist. He is clearly completely naked, standing just inches from your face as you sit on my cock on the edge of the bed. I run your hands behind him, to his bum, then around the front. I take your right hand and run it down over his abs. Even I have to admit he has a great, muscly body- strong and powerful- exactly what you like. I don’t feel jealous at all though, just incredibly turned on at watching the reaction in you, and hearing the moans escape from your mouth as you feel his hot body. Then I wrap your little hand around what you’re yearning for. You feel the size of the massive cock in front of you. You can barely get your baby hands around it. I take your other hand and cradle his balls with it, as I let you stroke his huge, throbbing erect cock up and down. You take in the size of it all, imagining what it must look like in front of you. I, on the other hand, can see everything.

The sight of your hands massaging such a big cock is incredible to me. I’ve never seen anything sexier and am desperate for it to continue. He meanwhile, unbeknown to you, has thrown his head back in pleasure, savouring the feeling of your hands at work. You begin to pump faster, jerking the massive dick in front of you whilst feeling, if it were possible, yourself getting even wetter. Then you feel a pressure on the back of your head- I’m pushing your mouth towards his dick, whilst pulling his ass towards you. You, greedily and gladly take it all in your mouth. The sensation is incredible- having two cocks in you, on you, all for you. You suck his cock as deep as you can, letting his hand, now on your head, set the rhythm. You’re happy to be his little slut, letting him fuck your face, knowing I’m behind you, watching it, loving every second, holding and protecting you.

I whisper again in your ear ” Yes, baby, take his big cock, mmmmmm….yes….suck it honey, make him shoot his cum into your mouth”

Hearing me say these things drives you wild- you suck hard and fast, stroking his asshole and balls and he fucks your face. But then he pulls out, I grab your hands and place them around his big back, then spread you legs even further.

You know what’s coming and can barely believe what you’re about to receive. Then I pass your hand to him. He takes it, pours, cold, wet lube all over it, and lets you cover his huge cock in it- making it all slick and wet for you. You try to reach out for him again, but I regain your hands and place them by your side. Then, you feel the huge hot, throbbing head of this guy’s cock press gently against the opening to your cunt. You buck involuntarily against it, your body and soul desperate to take it inside you. He pulls back, before slowly sliding it deep, deep down inside you. In one steady movement you feel yourself being filled as never before. Much to your delight, it doesn’t hurt- it just feels new and incredible.

He pulls back again, so you feel the bulbous end just inside you, before moving harder back into you, beginning to fuck you. I can feel the cock inside you, as mine is still inside your ass, gently fucking you. Then I reach round, releasing your hands, which instantly grab his ass, pulling him harder into you. I gently, slowly, move my hands to your blindfold.

I undo the knot carefully, as he begins to move his giant shaft in and out, starting to pump quicker- filling you as never before. At last, the blindfold is released. You blink, once, twice. The low, candle light in the room is too much for your eyes, which take some seconds to adjust.

Then, before you, you’re greeted with the face of my friend Chris. His body is far more ripped than you had thought it would be- as muscly as it had felt earlier. You look down and cannot believe the size of his huge cock he’s fucking you with. You’re more turned on that ever now- no secrets between any of us, all of us just enjoying the moment, the feeling.

He starts to fuck you harder and harder, pounding your wet cunt, all the while your ass is filled with my cock. Suddenly, you feel an orgasm build inside you. You know it’s coming quickly and let us both know. We both start to slide harder and faster, then in waves, you come again. At the same time, you feel his huge dick swell inside you, as Chris starts to pulse. Then, his cock releases spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you, as the tremors of your orgasm still ebb away. I feel his dick pulse inside you- the new, sexy, erotic feeling drives me over the edge, and I too, come inside you, shooting my cum into your tight little ass. Chris and I both hold you so tight as our cock shoot, pulsing again and again into you, before slowing, and finally stopping.

For a few moments, we all stay there, panting, overcome with what we’ve just done. Then, Chris leans down and kisses you on the mouth. I lean in too and kiss your neck and your cheek, then your lips as soon as he’s finished. I taste your pussy on you from your kiss with him.

“Honey, you looked incredible, you’re just the sexiest person on the planet” I tell you.

“Yeah,” Chris says, “you two are amazing together, thank you so much for letting me join in.”

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** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth — even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It’s a story people, enjoy it for it is. **

** This story is about incest between a mother and her son — both of whom are adults. If you don’t like this subject matter, move along. **

** This story is a continuation, of sorts, of the ‘Morally Ambivalent Mother’ series. You’re better off reading them as a back story. Or you can just read this and ignore all that. Up to you. Have fun!**

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The phone rang and rang and for a moment it seemed like there’d be no answer. Annoyingly, when he did finally pick up FJM claimed he was busy – till I mentioned ‘Mobeen’, that is. Suddenly he was perky and right away he was breathlessly promising he’d call me back — saying that he had something to sort out quickly and he’d call me back soon. That was just like him — bored and disengaged unless the topic was about sex. The pervert would drop anything to get in on the action.

True to his word, moments later he called me back.

“Right, so Mr Loverman is coming home, is he?” FJM asked. Even through the background noise of the mobile networks, I sensed he’s sarcastic grin.

“Look, I can do without your jokes, ok. Yes, Mobeen is coming. And I’m freaking out!” I replied.

“What’re you getting stressed about? He’s coming home for mid-terms right? Surely you’ve known this for some time?”

“Course I’ve KNOWN he’s coming home — he comes home for EVERY holiday. But this time it’s different.”

“Different? how?”

“Look, please, don’t play stupid. I’m panicking here. I can do without your dumb jokes for now. You KNOW how it’s different.” I was beginning to get frustrated with FJM.

“Ok, ok. Look, I really don’t understand what you’re stressing about. So he’s coming on holidays, what’s the problem? Just do what you guys always do. Chat. Catch up. Argue. Then he leaves again in a great big huff.”

“You think I can pretend to be normal around him? After everything I’ve told you?”

“I don’t get how that makes a difference. That’s just fantasy. You know the difference between fantasy and reality?”

“It’s not that easy. Obviously I understand that but it’s just not that easy. What if… what if I say something stupid. Or… or what if I DO something stupid?” “Like what, exactly?”

I couldn’t blame FJM for being confused — I was having a hard time myself forming cogent thoughts from the confusing mush in my head.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a little anxious about the whole thing.” I replied.

“Chill out, woman. If you’re stressed then you probably WILL say or do something stupid. Come on, think about it. It’s not like you’re gonna fall over onto his cock are you?” FJM chortled.

“That’s not funny.”

“Look, you know what I mean. Just stop panicking. It’ll all be alright. In a weeks time he’ll have gone back to Uni and nothing will have changed. You’ll still be the mummy and he’ll still be your son. And you’ll still have that dysfunctional rollercoaster of a relationship you’ve always had — adoring each other one minute and hating each other the next.”

“But….What if I don’t want to continue living like that?”

“I don’t get you.”

“What if I want things to be different? I don’t want to fight him anymore. I hate it when we argue.”

There was a long pause on the line before I began to wonder whether FJM was still there. It was when he coughed to clear his throat did I realise the line was still open.

“I think….” He replied. “…this is about a bit more than having fewer arguments with Mobeen. I think there’s more to it than that. I think you want more and I think you know what I mean by that, too.”

“Probably.” I replied sorrowfully.

“You know, I won’t judge you for the choices you’ve made. I know you love your son. I know you love him in a way most women would consider unthinkable. But I also know there’s nothing you would ever do to hurt him. I think you should consider your own feelings as well. I think what you want with Mobeen, as in all the thoughts and feelings you’ve experienced, I think they’re just an expression of your love for him. And I think that’s ok. I think for you to feel that way is ok. As long as no one’s being hurt, it’s fine. You’re both adults.”

“I don’t know…. Like you say, there’s a difference between fantasy and reality. In my fantasy it’s all passion and love and sex but in reality… well, like you say, reality’s always different.”

“Perhaps. But everything you’ve told me so far makes me think you’re naughty little fantasies don’t have to be that far from the reality. I think the two things are separated from one another by just one accidental touch, or one cheeky glance or one drunken night of irresponsibility. That’s all there is separating you two. If you can just get past that, you really can have a different relationship. A VERY different relationship with your son. The question Betturkey is, is that what you want? Or do you want to keep your fantasies as they are?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t know. This is all so confusing.”

“I tell you what. Let’s keep it simple. Forget about the BIG questions. For now, just welcome Mobeen back home with a little treat. See where it goes from there.”

“How do you mean?”

“You know. Get a little dressed up. Normally you make no effort for him. Why not dress up a little, make yourself presentable. Give him something nice to look at when he gets back.”

It sounded like a great idea from FJM.

“Yeah, I can do that. You mean like put on a little make up, wear something pretty. That sort of thing?”

“Yeah. But put a bit of effort into it. Go and get your hair done. And a facial. You know, the usual beauty treatments you women do. And dress up in something that’ll really impress him. Something to make his eyes pop out and say — WOW — when he sees you. Something to make him think of you as something other than just ‘Mum’. Get him to realise you’re a woman too. A sensual, sexual being. Let him see a new side to you, a different side to you. One that surprises him. Maybe even excites and titillates a little.”

I chuckled at the idea. Getting dressed up always sounds fun but I wasn’t quite sure what FJM meant about exciting and titillating my son.

“Yeah that sounds good, actually. I bought some nice outfits the other day. I could wear one of those. Get scrubbed up. I think he’ll like that.”

“Don’t just wear something because it looks ‘nice’. You want to aim for more that just ‘NICE'”

“You mean, like, something proper dressy? Like ‘going out’ clothes?”

“Erm, sort of. You want to be dressed to impress. So that means SEXY. You know, low cut tops, skirts, heels.”

“What, dressed like a slut you mean?” I replied derisively.

“No, not like a slut. Sexy. SEXY. You know what I mean, you know more about women’s clothes. Use your imagination.”

I thought for a moment just what FJM could mean by ‘dressing sexy’, bearing in mind we were talking about getting dressed up and presenting myself to my own son and the obvious boundaries that exist.

“I guess…I could wear a skirt. I don’t think he’s seen me in skirts much — or at least I don’t really wear skirts around him.” I replied, wondering if I was thinking along the same lines as FJM.

“Yeah.. a skirt. But make it a short skirt though yeah. Lots of leg.”

“Well, yeah. A short skirt but within reason, y’know.”

“Yeah,. yeah. Of course. And a top. Maybe something off the shoulders?”

“I was thinking something low cut. I mean not too low cut but something that shows off a bit more skin?”

“You could but I think something off the shoulder looks more sexy. They look like they could fall off any minute, you know? That’s more sexy I think. Like you could get a nipple slip any moment.”

“You’re such a strange person FJM” I chortled. “But I think I know what you mean. I have this gold coloured woollen top. It’s off the shoulders and it actually does feel like it could fall off any minute — that’s partly why I never wear it.”

“Well now’s your chance to wear it.”

“Problem is bra straps show on that one which spoils the effect a little.”

“Well don’t wear a bra then.”

“Are you serious?” I baulked at the audaciousness of his idea.

“Why not?”

“Why not?!? Well firstly because it’s uncomfortable to go without any support and secondly, if the top DOES slip a little the most my son will see is perhaps some frilly underwear rather than his mother’s boobs!”

“OK, OK. It’s up to you. But like you say, the straps spoil the effect. And I think going braless looks much more sexy. A guy can tell when a woman’s not wearing a bra and trust me, it’s sexy when you realise it. Especially when she’s dressed real hot. Knowing that he boobs aren’t confined away is really hot, it would blow Mobeen’s mind when he realises.”

“Really? You think so?” I had to admit, my interest had been piqued a little.

“Of course he will. He wont be able to take he’s eyes off your chest. Especially if you little nipples decide to get a little excited and show through the fabric. He’ll be adjusting he’s erection all afternoon!”

“Oh my God, you’re unbelievable!” I chuckled. “You really think that would happen?”

“Trust me. Wear that top. Go braless. And give your baby boy a little performance this afternoon. A little wiggle here, a little jiggle there. He’s gonna love watching mummy’s boobies bounce and wobble all over the place!”

“You are something else!!” I baulked even as I found myself slowly succumbing to this twisted idea.

“And who knows, maybe if he’s lucky, mummy’s top might creep down a little. By accident or on purpose. Who knows?”

“I don’t think so, sweet heart. If Mobeen’s seeing my boobs today it’ll be by accident. There’s no way I’d have the guts to do it on purpose!”

“I don’t Betturkey Giriş mean lifting your top and flashing him, you silly cow. I meant, you know, adjusting your top so that if you sat a certain way there’s a good chance it would slip down. There’s no guarantee, of course. You can make it into a game. If your top stays put, you win. If your top slips, he wins! HAhaha”

“I’m glad this is a great big joke to you, mister!”

“Hahah. OK, I’m sorry. But you know what I mean. It’ll be fun. And you gotta admit it’s a bit sexy. And you like being sexy don’t you?”

“OK, I’ll admit, you’re persuading me on going braless. I’m not 100% on it, though. Just saying that it does sound fun to be a bit naughty. And you’re right, it’ll blow he’s mind!”

“And like I said, if he’s lucky he’ll get a peek at your sexy boobs. And if YOU’RE lucky, he might just decide to reach in and have a feel! And if you’re really, REALLY, lucky….”

“Ok, ok. Now you’re taking it a bit too far. I think I can just about see myself ‘accidentally’ giving my boy a peek at my boobs but letting him touch them is going too far. As much as I like to fantasise about it, I’m not sure I can see myself allowing that to happen in real life!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” FJM replied dismissively.

“I mean it. This isn’t a joke. This is real life. Mobeen and I are real people and this is a real relationship. I’m is mother. His MOTHER. Doing that stuff, taking it that far is a whole different ball game.”

“OK, ok, I understand. I didn’t mean to make light of it. Just wanted to see you through this week with a bit of advice. I don’t want you or Mobeen to get hurt and I really don’t want to ruin your relationship. Like I said, we’re just talking about being a little bit naughty and playful. You’re not committing to anything and you certainly don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Ok? Happy?”

“OK.” I replied curtly.

“So are we settled on the off-the-shoulder top and braless, then? Did I manage to sell the idea?”

“Not entirely. I think it’s a bit kinky and a bit naughty so let’s say I’m about 70% on the idea. Maybe 80% actually. Maybe even 90%” I chuckled.

“Haha, ok, let’s say 90%” FJM smiled.

“Yeah ok” I said exasperated. “90% it is. So, what else?”

“Footwear?”

“That’s easy. I have some leather boots I can wear.”

“What sort of boots? Are they sexy?”

“Of course they are. They come up to my knees, pointed tips, 7 inch heels. These things are WELL sexy!”

“Hahah, ok, they sound it! Wear those. With the short skirt they’ll look very sexy!”

“Yeah I think so.” I smiled as I imagined myself clicking my heels as I descended the stairs, my handsome son at the door way watching my careful steps, licking his lips at the sight of how sexy I looked….

“So have you got an idea of which skirt you’re going to wear?” FJM ask, waking me from my delightful reverie.

“Errm, not yet. I have tons of skirts.” I replied.

“Do you have any really short ones?” He asked.

“Well yeah, a couple, I think. But, I can’t exactly wear those. They’re TOO short.”

I tried to remember the contents of my wardrobe — I didn’t have many short skirts and the one I had in mind was easy to recall. “There’s this tartan one. But that’s wayyy too short.”

“Describe it.”

“Well it’s tartan. Mainly red. Pleats. Has a silver chain around the waist which looks quite dainty… erm, what do you want to know?”

“How short is it?”

“Trust me, it’s wayyy too short. It barely covers my bum.”

“Good. That’s the one you’re going to wear.”

“No way!!”

“Why not?”

“Are you not listening to me? It’s TOOO SHORT! Every time I bend over I’ll be showing off my backside!”

“That’s good. Go without panties and you’ll be all set.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m not. Do it. Give Mobeen a proper show of mummy’s tasty delights.”

“Yeah sure. And maybe I can also plonk my ass on the arm rest, spread my legs for him and stick my fanny in his face?” I replied sardonically. “Look, be serious ok. There’s absolutely no way I’m not going to be wearing any underwear so just get that thought out of your head. And in any case, I’m still not persuaded on the tartan skirt but if you want to sell it to me, then feel free.”

FJM let out a long exasperated sigh. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to try to persuade you to do anything other that what I know you want to do. It’s up to you what you want to wear. Just remember, without my advice, this week will end up just like any other week, i.e. ending with a great big argument and the two of you hating each other and worse, hating yourselves. Take my advice and there’s a chance it can be different. There’s a chance you can both end the week with great big smiles on your faces. Now, read into that what you will, but I think you know what I mean. And before you give me your crap about not wanting that kind of relationship with your son, just think about what relationship you Betturkey Güncel Giriş already have and how much better it can be. How pleasurable it can be for both of you. How wonderful you can make him feel and how wonderful he can make you feel.”

There was a long pause.

“Don’t you want to make Mobeen happy?” He continued.

“Of course I do.” I admitted quietly.

“Then, I don’t believe there’s any woman in this world that would be more devoted to satisfying Mobeen than you. You would do anything for him. Anything. Wouldn’t you?”

It was a while before I responded, surprising myself with the level of honesty in my reply. “I would. I’d do anything for him.”

“Of course you would. No one would be more dedicated to pleasing him. Hell, no one would be more dedicated to *pleasuring* him. I know you’d make yourself available for him whenever and wherever. And he’s a young lad so I think you know he’ll be making plenty of demands. I know nothing would make you more proud than to satisfy him. Imagine that. First thing in the morning, last thing at night, anytime he needed, you’re there to take care of him. To pleasure him. Just imagine it, him coming home after a tough day to find you, welcoming him home with a great big smile on your face, looking fuckable wearing some sexy see-through lingerie, leading him in to the living room, setting him down on the sofa, kneeling on the floor in front of him, unzipping his fly, pulling out his cock and spending 15 minutes sucking him off, seeing the look of pride and adoration on his face as he watches you make love to his cock, smiling when he finally grunts and unloads into your mouth, drinking down every drop and thanking him afterwards, seeing the look of satisfaction on his face and knowing that you’re the one that gets to make him that happy, knowing that the fun doesn’t end there and by the time you’ve drifted off together in the same bed, he’ll have fucked your brains out twice that evening.”

“Stop. OK. Stop. Look, please…” I gasped, the heat growing in my pussy as FJM engaged me into his tantalising little fantasy. “Look, regardless of what I want, I have to accept that I might not get it so please, just stop it. Don’t get my hopes up. I’ve had too much of that in my life.”

“OK, sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. I’m just saying, things CAN be different and it’s up to you to make them different.”

“I KNOW. I *understand* that. And I agree with you.. I… I just don’t want to scare him away. I don’t want to get hurt and I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t. You will if you come on too strong but just hold back a little. Be desirable and available. Get him interested. Let him make the move. Just give him the right incentive. Just make it clear that you’re there if he wants you.”

“Yeah that’s all easy to say.” I replied dismissively.

“Sure is, but I think it’s also easier to do than you’re making out. Like I said, start with the outfit you’re going to wear. Have your womanly beauty treatment done. Get a complete wax, including your lady bits, and just let nature takes its course. He’s you’re son but he’s also a red blooded male.”

I couldn’t help but laugh “Hold on, hold on. Wax my lady bits? Are you serious??”

“Course I am.”

“I thought I explained I wasn’t going to flash my pussy like that!”

“You’re not. And it’s not about ‘flashing your pussy’. It’s about being *prepared*. Being *at your best*. The complete package. Making sure there’re no last minute hairy surprises if the unexpected happens. It’s also about confidence. If you know you’re immaculate, you’ll WANT to show off a bit. Maybe not go as far as parading your bits in his face but it’s about that feeling of knowing you’re looking great. Knowing that if he did suddenly throw you onto the chair, and pin your legs behind your ears, he’ll find a nice and smooth slippery treat to eat between your legs.”

“Oh God, I so hate you!”

“What?”

“How do you do it? I’m actually thinking of getting myself waxed now! How do you manage to persuade me with your perverted mind?”

“Hey, one pervert knows another, right?”

“Whatever. Look, I gotta get on with things. I’ve gotta see if I can get an appointment at the beauticians for today. Mobeen’s due here in a few hours so I best get ready.”

“Good luck!”

“Thanks babes. Love you.”

“Love you too. Make your son happy!”

“I will.” I smiled as I hung up the phone.

I was so glad I’d spoken to FJM, I really needed to have that conversation. I felt a lot more relaxed and less stressed. I could actually feel excited again, now that I had some playful ideas in my head. I liked the idea of getting dressed up for Mobeen; it sounded fun and a bit naughty considering what I was planning to wear.

I like to think of myself as a sexy and sensual person. I’ve been told I ooze sexuality. I like the sound of that. I’m happy to just be me and see where things go. See how he reacts to me being a little more playful than usual. It would probably blow his mind just to see me being a little flirty with him!

FJM has this nice piece of advice. ‘Be prepared for the eventuality, but don’t feel the need to push for it.’ I liked the sound of that. Let things play out how they do. No pressure. If something happens, then it’s ok, I’m ready for it. If it doesn’t then that’s fine too.

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The Tale of the Families Ch. 01

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Bdsm

Recently, I have been receiving a lot of mail accusing me of rushing into the sex scenes too quickly. “You seem to be in a hurry. Why don’t you spend some pages describing the situation in more detail?” was the common refrain.

While I do admit that this is the case with most of the stories that I post on the site, let me remind readers that I write for the sole purpose of titillating. If someone wants a build-up, so be it. This one is for them, though, at times, I felt I was writing a little too much for what I knew (and the reader too does) for the main course to commence.

Also I recently read a hilarious piece about why conversations are not used when people are fucking and how funny and unreal they sound in a story. Well, I got to tell you that even if this is true, why have a erotic site at all if you are just going to describe the motions?

I feel that conversations are a very important part of every fuck-story. (Notice, I did not say Erotica — I love smut!). For those who get their kicks from minimum conversations and detailed descriptions (about the setting, the clothes, the looks, the gardens et all) I would suggest ancient Victorian erotica.

As I have often written in the past, I repeat that I am an ardent fan of breasts. They are that part of a woman’s anatomy that has always fascinated me — and will continue to. A breast-man would surely agree!

*

“As usual, Anita, this workout makes me feel so good,” the woman said, pulling on her jeans and zipping up the front.

“You always tell her that after each session, don’t you Sandra?” the second woman laughed, beginning to strip the gym-suit off her body.

“It’s true, don’t you think? Look at you. You look so fresh despite the hour’s workout. In the local club, we usually are sweating like pigs.”

The subject of the topic smiled, pulling on her terry robe. “Sandra is right about that, Zeenie. And as a matter of fact, you are beginning to look more gorgeous than ever, if at all that is possible!”

“Look who’s talking!” Zeenat laughed, pulling on her skirt and tucking the t-shirt into the waistband.

“Care to have some orange juice?” Anita asked, when she led the trio out of the basement and to the steps leading into the back verandah of the two-floor mansion she owned.

“Gosh, no thanks,” Sandra replied, glancing at her watch. “It’s about Robin’s feeding time and that guy brings down the roof when he’s hungry! Besides, you know that my uncle always spends the weekend with us and god knows when my brother would pop up! I’d better rush. Why don’t you drop in sometime, Anita? You have the keys and I know you love the paintings. Uncle Peter is going back tomorrow till the next week and you know Harry. Like your son, my brother’s too got the cricket fever in him. And during the practice seasons he always needs to be with my ex.”

“Maybe I’ll sneak into your house some time next week. You have still not used my key to drop in to watch the opera’s, Sandra”.

Anita quickly glanced towards Zeenat. The subject of Sandra’s ex-husband, Alex was too sensitive and she didn’t want to raise the topic now.

“What about you, Zeenie? Juice interests you?” Anita asked the older woman as they stepped into the verandah and turned into the passage leading to the living room.

“Some other time, honey. The kids will be waiting for their breakfast. Salma was talking about joining the extra English classes, in spite of attending mine, and Asif is contemplating extra hockey practice. And talking about keys, I’m sorry I’ve still not handed the copies of my house keys to the two of you. Saqlain told me that they would need about a week or so and you know my husband. Most of the times he’s out of town, so there. Anyway, I’ll make sure I get the keys around tomorrow, okay?”

“Where’s the fire?” Sandra responded, tossing back her silky brown hair and pushing the stray strands behind her ears.

“There will be if I don’t hurry up. Asif and Salma would be hopping mad by now. Kids! Its time for my tuition-class and I will soon be surrounded by them asking me all kinds of questions! And one of them is yours, Anita. I wonder how you always seem to be so relaxed having kids around you!”

Anita laughed. “Never had a problem with mine and don’t have any now.”

The two women left by the front door and Anita locked it behind them. She sighed and made her way to her bedroom.

Time for the usual after-workout shower, she thought, entering the bedroom and beginning to undress.

******

Anita stared at her reflection in the large mirror and for the umpteenth time, cursed her fate.

This was certainly not the age to be a widow, she thought, surveying herself critically. Three years since her husband had died, and despite her age, she already felt like an old maid.

On the wrong side of thirty, she had to thank her dear departed husband for insisting on building that wonderful gym in the basement of their huge building. She remembered how she Betturkey had argued with Dino — it was damned expensive and they could always join the City Health Center, barely a couple of miles away.

“And have those hunks ogle at you, sweets?” he had joked.

Yes, Dino had been very possessive about her. Hell, he had been possessive about almost everything that belonged to him. And so, nearly two months after that discussion, they had this fully equipped gum in the large basement.

They were health freaks, and she still was. It wasn’t a surprise therefore that their kids too went for it in a big way. The regular workouts had helped her to not just to maintain her svelte figure, but had made her look almost a decade younger than her thirty-nine years.

And now, she thought as she vigorously rubbed her body with the soft towel, she wondered whether it was all worth it. Of course, she had everything a woman her age would hope to have. A huge bungalow, a large trust that provided her a fat monthly interest in addition to the income she made as a private tutor, two wonderful, beautiful kids and not to forget, all the frills.

The workouts kept her looking young and beautiful. It made her feel at the top of the world, healthy and hale and hearty. The kids were sweet and cared so much for her.

But she knew she was missing the one thing a woman her age needed. And she had to admit that it was sex.

The kids had hinted quite often that she find a man and get married. But with the death of her husband, she had given up on that. It still hurt, and besides, it was impossible for her to forget Dino.

In his possessiveness, Dino had also made an additional stipulation in his will. The interest would stop once she got married the second time. All the assets, including the bungalow and his shares would be diverted to the kids.

Which man would really want her for keeps minus those assets and plus the kids?

She had thought of going out on dates; maybe have a fling or two if only to satisfy the urge that hit her routinely. That too, was out of the question. Any widow doing that in this community would automatically be dubbed a whore, and she wouldn’t possibly do it for the sake of the kids.

Having dried herself, she threw the towel towards the washing machine and once again surveyed her reflection in the mirror.

A shade under five-six, she was all of a hundred and twenty pounds. She was proud of her long brown silky hair that fell down almost to her waist, those eyebrows that looked like they were painted by an master artist with great care to complement her wide flashing dark eyes. Agreed that the pert nose, a bit upturned looked tiny, but that was because of her wide mouth and those lush full lips, which looked like they were perpetually painted with a light pink lipstick.

All those parts set off her oval shaped face perfectly and when she smiled, little dimples appeared on her cheeks and everyone said that they looked so cute and sexy.

The long swan like neck sat on medium sized straight shoulders: no droop there — in fact, a lot of people thought that she intentionally walked with her shoulders thrown back to emphasize her major asset.

Her skin was smooth and unblemished. She never had experienced pimples even in her teens. But all that was inherited at birth.

What the workouts had done for her was reflected in her lush body.

Dino always told her (and demonstrated many times) that he could wrap her waist with his hands and interlace his fingers after doing it. Perhaps, this was why her buttocks looked wider than they really were. In fact, and she took regular measurements, her buttocks and hips at the widest part were a perfect thirty-six.

What really drew attention were her breasts. Round and exquisitely shaped to fill a champagne glass perfectly, they were capped by rosy, pink nipples. And yes, the measuring tape indicated size thirty-eight.

She had always been good in that department, ever since those melons had begun to sprout in the pubescent days. Guys would drop their jaws and girls would stare jealously at them when she had begun attending college.

All this, she thought as she sighed and picked up her bathrobe, in spite of having borne two kids.

She walked out of the bathroom and noticed that her usual glass of orange juice was not in the usual place. It surprised her, because the maid never forgot the routine. Madam worked out in the morning for forty minutes, she then has a shower and the first thing she does after the shower is drink a glass of fresh orange juice. This was hammered in the girl’s head and Vera, the maid, had never forgotten the routine.

Until today.

The girl must be working on something else, she thought. Probably must be busy with the vacuum cleaner. Oh well, she didn’t want to yell at the girl. It was with great difficulty that she had managed to locate a maid. These days, it was difficult to get one and Vera wasn’t Betturkey Giriş your run of the mill maid. She was from a very good family who had seen bad days and Vera, besides working, attended night classes, was quite well educated and well groomed that often, guests mistook her for being one of the family.

Anita pushed the bedroom door open and walked out of the room, intending to go down the stairs to the kitchen to see what Vera was up to. She walked in the long passage that separated the two wings on the first floor. Her bedroom (it had been their bedroom, she thought wistfully) was located at the far end and alongside the passage was three doors on either side leading to a total of six bedrooms. Her husband always liked big, she reminisced. She could still picture him arguing with the architect (their close friend) about how big made perfect sense instead of cluttered and small cubbyholes that the fashionable people went for.

“Goddamn it, Ray,” he had yelled at his pal. “We are building a home, not a soggy motel!”

As she passed the center door (to her left) that was her son’s room, she heard a noise. She stopped.

Had Ashish cut classes today? He never did, she knew that. Besides, he was practicing hard for the upcoming cricket match — the annual event that had made him a hero out of a mere mortal.

A smile playing on her lips, she softly opened the door.

As usual, the curtains were closed — Ashish never liked his room to be too bright. The bed was unmade, and thankfully empty, which meant that Ashish was at college and had in fact not cut classes.

The room was large — identical to the other five, though much smaller than her bedroom. As with all the bedrooms, a door at one end led to the bathroom.

It was then she saw Vera. The young maid was sitting on the swivel chair in front of the PC, her back to the door, apparently engrossed enough not to have become aware of her mistress’s presence in the room.

Initially, Anita felt a rush of anger course through her. Damn it, the girl was supposed to be at work and here she was gazing at the monitor of her son’s PC. Anger gradually gave way to sympathy. She knew that Vera was lately attending some computer classes and the poor girl had no PC at her place to practice upon. Anita knew how tough it was initially for a beginner to get used to the computer: she herself had undergone painfully long sessions to get familiar with the PC.

The poor girl was perhaps at practice, Anita thought, beginning to retrace her steps to back out of the room. It was just when she was about to turn around that she noticed it.

There was a rhythmic movement that Vera was making with her left hand! Anita couldn’t see clearly, but yes, the girl’s left hand appeared and disappeared from view in a steady rhythm, as if she was caressing or rubbing something.

As her eyes get accustomed to the darkness inside the bedroom, Anita noticed that the maid’s legs were splayed across the computer chair and yes, her eyes weren’t playing tricks, the girl’s skirt was definitely pushed up around her thighs.

Anita took two steps further into the room, very softly and without making a noise, curious to know what exactly Vera was up to.

She now was standing at an angle to the girl, about five to six feet away. Vera was still not aware of her, engrossed as she was in staring at the glowing screen.

Anita froze when she suddenly realized what was going on.

Vera was masturbating!

Anita stared fixedly at the sight of the girl’s fingers rubbing back and forth over her pussy, exposed as it was now since she had already pushed aside her panties to achieve the purpose of bringing herself off.

Anita couldn’t speak, nor could she move. Transfixed and stunned she dumbly stared at the young girl pleasuring herself.

Her heart thudding wildly, Anita shifted her glance to the seventeen inch plasma monitor. And what she saw there was absolutely stunning.

Rapidly shifting clips depicted a couple of naked porn starlets performing amazing acrobatics with a well-hung black stud. It wasn’t a complete movie, because the clips were disjointed and there was no continuation whatsoever.

There was the black man hunched behind a kneeling auburn haired woman, thrusting back and forth furiously even as the woman had her face stuck between the spread out legs of the second red haired woman.

Then there was the man standing on the bed, the two women crouched in front, kneeling on the floor, sucking the man’s cock alternately. At one point, the women had their lips wrapped around the sides of the shaft and in doing so, kissing each other.

Anita felt faint: almost drained out. Just a few moments ago, she was wondering about being an old maid in need of some sex and here she was now, looking at the porn clip.

So taken in was she by the figures on the monitor, that for a moment, she almost ignored the sight of Vera’s hand rubbing her pussy. Betturkey Güncel Giriş

And then another scene replaced the clip. Here, the man had straddled the redhead’s stomach, his cock moving back and forth between her huge tits. The auburn haired woman knelt opposite, alternately kissing the redhead and then sucking the crown of the cock when it appeared from above the redhead’s tits.

And then she tore her eyes away from the monitor and dragged them down to look at Vera.

Vera had a neatly trimmed pussy and the fact that she had spread her legs apart, had opened her rosy cunt lips. She was rubbing the entire length of the slit, occasionally giving her clit a sharp twist.

Anita had never really looked at Vera in that way. Admittedly, she was a pretty girl, petite and with an innocent face. She remembered when she had first interviewed her; the girl seemed to be so nervous and flustered that she couldn’t answer over half the questions that Anita had asked her.

Later, when she learned Vera’s background, (her dad had been tricked by his partner and his business had gone kaput) and then with her daughter’s insistence (Aw, mom, give her a break, she’ll learn the tricks of the trade all right!) she had finally appointed her.

Vera always dressed conservatively. She was very prim and proper: loose blouses, long skirts, loose gowns and such stuff that never revealed any part of her figure. So Anita had chosen what she knew was an appropriate uniform for the girl. White loose cotton blouse with long sleeves and a knee length frilly white skirt, and it suited her. It allowed her to make easy and quick movements and she looked very proper and very presentable.

At this moment however, Anita realized that there was nothing prim and proper about her maid. The girl had brazenly spread her legs wide apart, had hitched her skirt up over her waist and pulled the blouse (unbuttoned) down to her bra covering firm young tits.

It struck Anita that Vera was a very sexy girl indeed. With her practiced eyes, Anita could almost measure the girl’s assets. She was, Anita correctly presumed, about thirty-four in the tit department and now that her waist was bare, Anita knew the tape would indicate perhaps a twenty-four, or maybe twenty-five. Since she was sitting on the chair, she wasn’t sure about her buttocks, but her long legs and the creamy thighs were very slim indeed.

The clip on the monitor now showed the two women kneeling opposite each other, their tits mashed together as they kissed deeply. The black man stood beside them on one side, poking his astonishingly long cock between their tits. The camera zoomed to show the black cock moving up and down between four tits.

Though Anita was angry that her maid should be doing this in the privacy of her son’s bedroom, there was a weak feeling inside her. A feeling that gradually increased the heat within her body.

Perhaps, she reasoned, that the clip was turning her on, because she had just been thinking about sex when she was in the bathroom. But gradually, her eyes lingered more and more on the girl’s fingers playing with her pussy.

Anita felt a hot flush rise on her face and suddenly the room seemed to her to be too cramped. She felt her chest constricting as she watched the girl with the innocent face masturbating unabashedly at the sight of the erotic clips flashing one after the other on the monitor.

Anita suddenly realized that the movement of the girl’s fingers were suddenly increasing pace, almost frenzied and without the gentle rhythm she had created before. She also heard Vera moaning softly and when Anita watched the girl slipping a finger inside her pussy, she was startled and looked up.

The scene, which had obviously set off Vera’s impending climax, was playing out on the monitor. The black man was spurting his seed directly over the women’s face, coating their skin with copious amount of the semen.

Anita tried hard, but couldn’t stifle the gasp that she now uttered.

And just like that, Vera’s spell was broken.

She was on the edge of an orgasm when she heard the gasp. Startled and frightened, she swiftly turned around on the swivel chair, her right hand coming off the mouse and flying upward to cover her semi-exposed tits.

“W-what?” she cried out.

Her eyes were wide-open and expressed utter shock, humiliation and fear as they bore into Anita’s.

On her part, Anita was speechless. Her brain refused to work and she found that she was completely at a loss for words. She simply stood there, staring at the girl, her eyes taking in the half naked body and the expression on the face.

“What,” she managed to say hoarsely, “The hell is going on?”

The girl had managed to pull down the bra cups and the blouse, though it remained unbuttoned. She pulled her skirt rapidly down her hips, dragging the panties along with it, bringing her legs together. Her hands fluttered and shook as she tried to shut down the PC.

“Wait!” Anita’s voice cracked out. “What do you think you are doing in my son’s room on his computer and practically bare assed?”

The girl momentarily ignored the computer and looked at her mistress, the blush evident on her face. “I-I c-can ex-explain, I m-mean I-I didn’t mean to…”

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In Search of Tamar Ch. 6

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In Search of Tamar Ch. 6: Miriam cuts it short when Chris explores the African bush

As the taxi driver wove his way through the morning traffic screaming assorted curses at the other drivers, I took the precious envelope that Miriam had entrusted to me out of my pocket. Tamar’s handwriting was neat and precise but I was never any good at reading Hebrew script. I made out “Jerusalem” but I couldn’t figure out the street and district where she now lived. Well, if worse came to worst, I would just hand the envelope to a taxi driver in Jerusalem and let him take me there.

Back in my hotel room, I put the envelope on the bed beside my still-packed travel bag. Checking my watch, I figured that I could grab a shower and still have plenty of time to check out and grab the noon express to Jerusalem at the Tachanah Merkazit (Central Bus Station). So, I undressed and showered as quickly as I could. I could hardly wait until I would have my long-lost Israeli girlfriend in my arms and my dick between her legs.

As I was toweling off, the cramps in my stomach signaled that Tammy Fink was quite right about Ethiopian food. All those lentils and red-hot sauces had made their way through my digestive system and were about to embark on the process of removing the hair around my asshole. Fortunately, I was already in the bathroom. I’m not sure I could have put ass to porcelain in time otherwise.

With the paperwork done, I opened the bathroom door. Shit, the chambermaid was cleaning the room. I hoped she hadn’t heard all the embarrassing noises I was making in the can. There I was standing biff naked with a strange woman in my room. It’s not my custom to flash the chambermaids so I was about to close the bathroom door when I noticed that she was bent over the bed looking at the envelope. Miles of skinny black legs extended below a uniform that was meant for a much shorter Israeli woman. The hem of her uniform rode up over her ass, exposing a lush African snatch covered with thick pubes, as the tall grass covers the savanna. Could there be any other Falasha woman in Tel Aviv who didn’t own underwear? Could there be any other black woman that skinny? My chambermaid was Miriam Kessim, the fastest woman in all Israel. Somehow, chance had brought us together again.

The sight of Miriam’s tight little pussy gave me instant woodie. I tiptoed up behind Miriam, and gently placed my hand on her half-exposed ass. She shrieked in shock and stood bold upright. I grabbed her rigid form and placed a kiss on her ear as she tried to see her attacker. I guess the envelope in her hand gave me away, or had she figured it out from a familiar woodie playing on the back of her thighs? Miriam relaxed almost to the point of melting in my arms. I released my chambermaid/lover/African Queen and she turned, kissing me passionately.

“It really you, Chris. Quick. We have little time. I want you know me one more time.”

Miriam didn’t have to ask me twice to fuck her. I just turned her around and, as gently as I could, pushed her face down on the bed, her knees on the floor. A doggie was just what my hard aching dick needed help and it needed it NOW. It looked as if Miriam needed it too. Miriam pulled her dress over her ass without any ceremony, exposing her clam in its full glory. I tried to part her lips as fast as I could but she had a big tangle of damp hair that I had to get through. Finally, I opened Miriam wide. Her inner lips were purple and glistening wet.

I put my dick into the opening of her cunt and pushed gently. It wouldn’t go in. Damn, Miriam was even tighter than she was the night before. I slid the tip of my dick between her inner lips, picking up pussy juice that was flowing at a good rate now. This time a little push on my circumcised dick and her cunt parted around the flared end. Miriam gasped and let out a low moan.

I was just a few centimeters in when it felt like I had reached a dead end. I grabbed the shaft of my dick and pulled back slightly, playing my dick inside her opening and trying to loosen her up. It seemed to work because when I pushed in again, I got almost 6 centimeters in. I pulled back and that seemed to grease things up because my next thrust got me in two more centimeters. I had to keep Miriam s spread wide so those damp black pubes didn’t wrap around my cock. I kept working my dick in, back and forth and Miriam’s moans kept getting louder and louder. The woman gave good feedback.

Finally, I got my full length in after I don’t know how many thrusts and retractions. I grabbed Miriam by her narrow hips for some leverage. I slowly backed out and just as slowly worked my way back in my whole length. Every so often, instead of a slow poke in, I would just thrusts as fast as her tight cunt would allow. Every time I gave Miriam a fast thrust, she would scream and grab my clothes or the sheets, until she had a pile of linen and assorted menswear under her chin. I think Betturkey her nose was buried in one of my socks because she said in nasal Hebrew:

“Chris, I no come. You stop.”

Normally I’m an obliging sort of guy but no way would I let Miriam go without complete satisfaction. I leaned forward, got my hand in the wide gap between her thighs and found Miriam’s swollen clitoris. One tiny little touch of my finger on the top of her clit was all it took. Miriam’s body shuddered, she screamed and my clothes scattered in several directions. My dick can take only so much. Miriam’s writhing body sent me into orgasm as well. In my excitement, I pulled Miriam off the bed and we both squirmed on the floor in ecstasy. As we quieted down, Miriam was the first to speak.

“Last night, you take long time know Miriam. I think you slow like Tamar say me you be. But you no slow. You one fast shmuck with Miriam today.”

There it was again. Well, at least Tamar told a consistent story about me, even if she couldn’t be flattering. Miriam unplugged me and ran to the bathroom, trying not to leak on the rug. She cleaned herself quickly and just as quickly assembled her cleaning equipment.

“I want see you tonight. Tamar make me feel I want to live. Chris, you make me want to be ishah (woman). I run home, dress good clothes. You show me how to be ishah. Meet you here 1800. OK?”

“But I go Tamar in Yerushalayim. To place you give me. I go takanah merkazit take bus. I must pay hotel.”

“No, too late. Hotel make you pay for tonight if you go now. Tamar safe and she wait for you. You stay one more day. Make Miriam woman. You show me how to get good man.”

Miriam’s logic was impeccable. I agreed to stay one more night. Miriam was right on time for our meeting in the lobby. She hadn’t learned that everything in Israel starts late. She also hadn’t learned that a woman is supposed to keep her man waiting. Now, there’s a thought. Israeli women must keep their men waiting for ever.

Somehow, Miriam had convinced Tammy, her roommate, to lend a party dress and to give some quick lessons at makeup. The dress was too short, which served to emphasize Miriam’s long legs. Tammy had done some quick alterations so that the dress wasn’t too baggy. To divert attention from Miriam’s lack of chest, Tammy had loaned a gold Magen David pendant. I didn’t think that Tammy was at all religious. Well, maybe I was too quick judging the woman.

Tammy’s only failure with her makeover was to lend Miriam her heels. They were too big and, the way she hobbled awkwardly, Miriam looked like a basketball player in drag. Miriam protested but I took her straight to the Shouk Carmel and found a nice pair of fancy sandals that a Yemeni woman was selling. They went well with Miriam’s skin colour and with the colour of her borrowed dress. Best of all, they didn’t elevate Miriam to an embarrassing height. Despite her protests, Miriam beamed with pride as she walked on my arm in her party clothes down towards the beach.

As we walked along the beach, Miriam seemed to look at the falafel stands and the souvenir shops as if she were exploring another foreign country. Then it hit me. She worked so hard and trained so intensely in her spare time that she never realized how Israelis lived. Miriam had never boogied in Tel Aviv. A Canadian boy had to show her how to be an Israeli.

The first stop was a fast food stand serving shwarma. Miriam looked at the lamb, turkey, lettuce, tomato and chamoutzim curiously. Then she bit in and gave me an approving smile. Our next stop had to be the glida (ice cream) stand. It was a hot evening and Israeli ice cream has to be the most underrated substance in the food world. More smiles from Miriam. The ice cream was going down well. To anyone Jewish reading this, I know already that meat and dairy doesn’t rate as kosher dining. First of all, most Israelis don’t keep kosher. Secondly, it wasn’t my duty to be Miriam’s lover and her rabbi at the same time.

We wandered down the beach area further until we arrived at a disco called the Dolphinarium. I remembered it as an aquarium on my first trip to Israel five years before. Being early in the week, there wasn’t much of a lineup to get in. The bouncer looked curiously at the 30-ish foreign guy with the tall, young black woman. Miriam didn’t have a handbag so we obviously didn’t pose a security threat. I was glad we passed security because I never saw a bouncer with an Uzi before.

I went over to the bar and got myself a Gold Star and watched Miriam dancing. She threw me her sandals, dancing barefoot, swaying that tiny ass of hers with rhythms only a young African woman can produce. I felt just like an old tight-assed white guy.

A few not-too-good looking but twentyish women grabbed my arm and pulled me to the dance floor. They way they looked at my dancing didn’t need to be translated from the Hebrew: I was Betturkey Giriş a lousy dancer. Then when they tried to chat me up and heard my basic Hebrew, they knew I was in Tel Aviv for a good time, not a long time. Has it ever struck you that, the uglier the woman, the longer the relationship they’re after?

So that’s how I spent my last evening in Tel Aviv. Watching Miriam, drinking beer, getting hauled out to dance, getting rejected and going back to my beer. After being picked over by all the bottom-feeding women in the Dolphinarium, Miriam finally came over and took pity on me.

“Chris, we go now. I have pelephone number of two nice guy. They want take me home but I say them I got date. OK, finish birah of you and we go hotel.”

I was the envy of the disco as I left with my six-foot plus black woman in tow. Miriam was swaying her ass and flashing her ebony legs in her best “gonna get laid tonight” manner. She had traveled a long way in just 24 hours. Last night she was a rape victim, scared of men and now she had transformed into the fastest slut in Israel. I just hoped that her newfound interest in dick didn’t divert her from her running career.

Every head turned our way as we waltzed through the hotel lobby. I’m taller than the average Israeli male and I still had to look up to her. I wondered how a shorter male’s ego would take this.

I closed my room door and we stared at each other for several minutes. Miriam was so beautiful, a child and a complete woman simultaneously, that I said the Hebrew words that I vowed that I would save for Tamar:

“Miriam, ani ohev otach.” (Miriam, I love you)

Without a pause, Miriam replied, “Ani ohev otchah gam, Chris.” (I love you too, Chris) Then it dawned on me what we’d just done. We both betrayed Tamar, whom I loved and Miriam respected, with our profession of love. I felt as guilty as O. J. Simpson. A Jewish woman like Tamar can make a guy feel guilty without even being in the room. Miriam’s emotions went beyond mere guilt. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“No good, Chris. You belong Tamar. You no say you love Miriam.”

I agreed and just held Miriam until her feeling of betrayal of a Jewish sister abated. The tears stopped and Miriam started to savor the familiar, knowing that the other knew the inner secrets and how to unlock them. As for me, just lust, telegraphed on my part by a growing woodie in my pants. A woman doesn’t show anything as obvious as bulging pants but the way she acted, I knew that Miriam wouldn’t let me go without a poke.

There wasn’t any trick to getting my hand under Miriam’s dress, it was so short on her. I caressed her tiny bum with Miriam sighing in time to every stroke on her bum cheek. Miriam was so horny that she was making her panties damp. I reached up for the zipper on Miriam’s dress and took a sniff of horny black pussy dripping from my fingers. Geez, it was just pouring through her panties. I found the zipper and took a good grip, hoping that it wouldn’t slip from my well-lubricated fingers. Miriam let her dress drop to the floor, answering the question I had all night. Yes, Miriam owned underwear and fairly skimpy at that.

I tried to hide my eagerness, unbuttoning my shirt with shaking hands. I undid my belt slowly and let my slacks drop to the floor beside Miriam’s dress. We stood staring at each other’s bare skin, a contrast in colours. I embraced Miriam, bringing her full lips close to mine with one hand while I unhooked her preteen brassiere with the other hand. As her brassiere slipped down her arms, I felt her erect nipples caress the hairs on my chest. With my free hand, I cupped one tit in the palm of my hand. Miriam sighed deeply, opening her mouth to receive a full kiss. Keeping Miriam occupied with my tongue as it explored her sweet mouth, I slid her panties over her small, solid ass. Her panties were soggy.

I moved slightly away to see the pièce de résistance, Miriam’s gorgeous big bush. African bush. It was not to be. Somehow, Tammy’s makeover included a bikini shave. All that black hair was gone, exposing Miriam’s black clam. She was shiny from lubrication and smooth, except for the odd bump where Tammy’s shaving was less than expert. Miriam sensed the disappointment on my face.

“You no like? Tammy say men no like hair. Tammy say she know what men like.”

So, maybe I was disappointed but I lied and said it was fine. No way was I going to postpone screwing Miriam until her bush grew back. I don’t know if Miriam believed me or if she was too far gone to care whether I really liked bald beaver or not.

Miriam took my dick in her hand as if that was the way Ethiopian women shook hands. As she knelt, Miriam examined my dick as if she was afraid that she might have done it serious harm the night before. How could my dick come to any harm Miriam in the sack. My dick grew so fast that the tip poked her in the eye.

Without Betturkey Güncel Giriş a further word, she took my dick in her mouth and began furiously sucking, her head bobbing back and forth. Miriam was no longer the shy village girl but she hadn’t yet learned the finer points of a blowjob. I had to stop the amateurish work before her white teeth shredded my dick away. I grabbed her head and forced my dick to the back of her throat, triggering a gag reflex. Miriam coughed out my dick, as I hoped she would. Despite her inexperience, she produced a fine woodie on me.

I stood Miriam up and gathered her in my arms. Placing her ass on the edge of the bed, I pushed her on her back and cracked her thighs wide open. I knelt down and got my dick head between her thighs before she could close them. Gently, I parted her bare pussy lips. They must be still sensitive from their first shave. The powerful perfume of African snatch filled my nostrils, making my woodie ache with each beat of my heart. I got my tongue right in the slit above her cunt and slid my tongue slowly up her slit to just below Miriam’s swollen clitoris. Miriam tasted much as I expected, like fine roast lamb, liberally seasoned with salt and garlic.

Miriam sighed and placed her bony fingers on the side of my head. Despite the novelty of oral sex, Miriam clearly meant me to continue the job. Of course, I never ate black pussy before. I ate lots of bald pussy but I was still naive enough to think shaver equaled white slut. It was a first for the eater and the eaten. Obligingly, I kept my tongue working up and down her slit. Up and down I licked her pussy, slowly at first and then increasing in frequency, stopping just below the tip of her clitoris every time. Miriam’s breathing kept up with my tongue movements until finally she was gasping for breath. Then I moved my tongue right on top of her purple, swollen clitoris.

Miriam writhed on the bed in ecstasy. Her arms flailed vainly for something to grab. I had my arms around her thighs, keeping her business parts in place. I was unrelenting, the way I slid my tongue over her clit, again and again but not pressing too hard. Finally Miriam stopped thrashing. That was the time to stop the tongue job and slip my dick back into that sweet black pussy.

I had my dick in hand and was ready to take the plunge but Miriam sat up and said:

“On back. I want do same thing Tamar Fink do to men.”

I was so intoxicated from the taste of African snatch that Miriam could have told me to stand on my head with my feet in the toilet and I would have done it – flushing even. Miriam got on top of me like a pro and squatted over my dick. She worked my dick in and out exactly the way she wanted it, teasing and pleasing the tip of my dick. I lost track of time but Miriam wasn’t in a rush, in full knowledge that this was to be her last taste of my dick.

I got the full benefit of Miriam’s intensive training. Miriam went up and down on my shaft relentlessly, pacing herself like a marathon runner. Slowly at first, she held her strength in reserve and let my dick feel her tight pussy lips caress the sides of my shaft and the tip of my dick slide over her cervix. Miriam picked up the pace in the middle of the race, passing the average woman in speed and squeeze. All I can say is that Miriam must have had muscles everywhere, the way she put the squeeze on.

Miriam saw the finish line in sight and put on her final spurt. Her hard bum cheeks were furiously pounding the tops of my thighs. The bed made high-pitched squeaking noises in time to Miriam pounding on my dick. The way Miriam writhed, twisted and turned, I was positive my dick would fall out but it never did. Miriam’s tight snatch kept me right where she wanted. Finally, Miriam came one more time, squeezing the juice out of me.

The aftermath of all the athletic activities was surprisingly peaceful. Miriam curled up and let me hold her. She was so relaxed that I forgot how hard and toned her muscled really were. I was tired, sore and completely fucked-out. I quickly fell asleep.

By morning, I had slept off my exhaustion. Miriam had worn me out but not herself. She left quietly in the night, but taking the time to pack my clothes and lay out some clean clothes to take me to Jerusalem. Miriam never talked too much but her message was unmistakable: On your way to Jerusalem and find Tamar.

I stayed in my room as long as I could without incurring another day’s charges. It wasn’t reasonable to expect Miriam to clean my room again. After all, we had made a sticky mess of the bed. This morning my chambermaid was a plump, sweating Russian woman with a kerchief on her head. She looked like a typical Politburo wife with a disposition to match. I know that beauty is only skin deep but sometimes ugly goes all the way through. She glared at me when she saw the mess in the sheets. Her eyes said it all: “You’re dead if you don’t leave a tip.” I threw everything into the travel bag, left babushka ten shekels, headed downstairs, and paid the bill.

The Jerusalem express bus left right on time. Hopefully, Tamar was still at the address Miriam gave me. Hopefully, Tamar still wanted me.

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Inside Out , Wrong Side Up

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Amateur

I was late again and this time it wasn’t just by a couple of minutes. It was the third time in as many nights that I’d been stuck late at work but this had been the worst by far. There was nothing I could do really, I had to finish the project I was working on. I was already way behind schedule and if I didn’t shape up I was bound to find myself out of a job.

None of that really mattered to Alex. She didn’t even try to understand. If she said I was supposed to be somewhere at a certain time, I had to be there or else face the consequences. It was as simple as that. The funny thing is, no matter what kind of punishment Alex doled out I kept coming back. She had that kind of effect on me.

Alex is a beautiful woman by anybody’s standards. She has a model’s body with long, toned legs, slim hips, and a stomach you could bounce quarters off of. Her breasts are a touch on the small side but her firm, perfectly shaped ass more than compensates for her undersized chest. Last but not least is her beautiful face, with high cheekbones and cold, blue eyes, framed by dark hair that falls in waves down to the middle of her back.

I was the complete opposite of Alex. First was the matter of our age difference. I was forty-two while Alex was twenty-six, and where Alex was confident, self-assured, and demanding, I was quiet and unassuming. As far as physical appearance goes, I was nothing compared to Alex. I had the body and looks of an average male at best. I guess in some people’s eyes I would be considered a nerd. I think that’s where a lot of my insecurity comes from. I could never quite understand what a beautiful girl like Alex wanted with a man like me, but I figured I as long as she was interested I would do anything in my power not to lose her.

My relationship with Alex was strange to say the least. I’d never really had a girlfriend before, and to be honest, not that many girls had ever approached me. I’d always been self-conscious about my appearance and I was especially self-conscious about the size of my penis. On a good day it was barely four-inches long when I was fully erect. Alex however, seemed to revel in my inadequacy. She even went so far as to make me keep my entire body, including my pubic region, shaved. She liked to tease me by saying my baby smooth skin helped to show off my tiny cock.

I know she told her friends about my small package as well. Her friends would often snicker and make jokes about the size of my penis. Alex didn’t really do anything to stop them either. In fact, sometimes she would be the ones making the jokes. Needless to say this caused further embarrassment and served to fuel my insecurity. Even with the endless ridicule though, I never considered leaving Alex.

Part of the problem was that I never really understood what my relationship with Alex was. I’d like to say she’s my girlfriend. I certainly think I do the things that a typical boyfriend would do. I take care of her, bring her flowers, and buy her clothes. I basically do anything she wants. Somehow though I don’t think she views me as her boyfriend. I know she dates other men and she doesn’t really try to hide it.

I know because one time she let me take her out to this fancy nightclub. She left me all alone as she went off and flirted with every guy in the room. At the end of the night she picked out a “big stud,” as she called him, to bring home with us. She made me watch as she let the “big stud” fuck her. She said she wanted me to watch a “real” man in action. I must say it was quite a sight. He simply hiked up her skirt, bent her over the back of the couch and pumped her. She was grunting and groaning the entire time, constantly admonishing the “big stud” to fuck her harder.

Rushing out of the office, I had no idea what was in store for me that night when I arrived at her apartment. By then I was more than an hour late and I was sure Alex wasn’t going to be very happy. I finally walked in the door like a scared little puppy who knows he has done something wrong. Alex was sitting in her chair with the soft glow of candles illuminating the room. She had on a tight black bustier, a pair of tight, thong panties, garters with black stockings, and four-inch heels. She cracked a small whip across her open palm as I entered.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” was all I could whimper.

“Where have you’ve been?” she barked.

“I’m sorry, I had some things to finish up at work.”

“I don’t care.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Right about then is when I noticed Sara sitting in a chair near the fireplace. Sara is Alex’s friend. Attractive in her own way, Sara is about the same age as Alex, with a good body, and medium length sandy-blonde hair. She must have come straight from work as she was still dressed in a dark blue business suit. I was a little bit taken back by the arrangement and thought it was quite odd that Sara was there.

“You know Sara, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Sara just happened to drop by while I was waiting. I asked if she might want to stay and have a laugh at the expense of your itty bitty cock.”

Horrified Betturkey at the suggestion, I glanced toward Sara. She just smiled mischievously, quite obviously enjoying the scene.

“Take off your clothes.”

I hesitated, not anxious to display my body in front of a strange woman, at least not in this situation.

“I said take off your clothes!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do it! Do it now!”

Realizing I had no choice, I did as I was told, and started removing my clothing piece by piece. I saved my pants for last, delaying the inevitable for as long as I could. It wasn’t so much my small penis that I was afraid of Sara seeing. I’m sure she had already heard all the stories about it. What I was really embarrassed about was my underwear. Alex loves my feminine side and insists I wear tight fitting women’s underwear. She says with my body shaved and my tiny little cock hidden tucked inside some hot panties I look like a little girl. She says that turns her on.

“Continue,” Alex extolled.

After unbuckling my belt, I stepped out of my pants and now stood naked, save for a pair of pink panties, in the center of the room. Both women started to giggle at the sight. I remained frozen in place, unable to look at either of them.

“Sara wants to see your tiny, little pecker. She thinks little dicks are so cute. Go over and give her a good look at yours.”

I walked across the room and stood directly in front of Sara. I took off the panties and gave Sara an eyeful of my “cute” little penis. I was already hard from all the attention. When my penis sprung from my panties and pointed at the ceiling, both women laughed with delight. I stared straight ahead as they did so, focused on the blank wall in front of me.

As I stood exposed, Alex rose from her chair and sauntered towards me, her hips swaying seductively. She stopped and stood beside me, giving me a good look up and down. When Alex was done staring she grabbed a leather collar from a nearby table. Reaching up, she fastened the collar tightly around my neck. On the front side of the collar was a metal D-ring. Alex quickly fastened a short leather leash to the collar. Sara watched with an amused look on her face.

“Down on all fours, bitch!” Alex snarled.

Trembling, I did as I was told and got into position.

SMACK!

Instantly, I felt the sting of her whip across my ass.

SMACK! SMACK!

Again her whip stung my ass.

“I told you not to be late. You should have been on your knees licking my ass an hour ago.”

I was too stunned to respond. Alex had abused me before, but never to this degree, and certainly not in front of anybody else. But Alex seemed to get a charge out of humiliating with Sara watching, and Sara certainly seemed to be enjoying herself as well.

“Walk!”

Unable to do anything else, I began to crawl around the room on all fours. Both Alex and Sara giggled as I did so. After several minutes of this highly amusing behavior, at least from their point of view, Alex made me stop in the center of the room.

“Beg!”

I knew from before that this was a command to bring my hands up from the floor and remain on my knees. I did as instructed, with my tiny, rock hard cock pointing straight at the ceiling.

Alex soon reached forward and removed the leash. What a relief. It finally seemed like Alex had had her fun and was done torturing me, and the humiliation in front of Sara would soon stop. The only problem was Alex wasn’t quite finished. She left the collar on and before I knew it she had my arms behind my back shackled in handcuffs.

“Wait here,” she commanded before disappearing from the room.

I was dumbfounded once again. Why would Alex embarrass me in front of Sara like this, forcing me down on my knees with my hands cuffed behind my back. I mustered the courage to glance toward Sara. She was still sitting in a chair by the fireplace, but now she had her skirt hiked up over her hips and was lightly stroking her pussy through her panties. She smiled when she caught my eyes, intent on teasing me her sexy body.

Without warning Alex returned to the room. She still wore the bustier, stockings, and heels, but now her panties were missing. In their place was a strap-on dildo. Sara’s eyes widened she saw Alex with a “cock.” The dildo itself looked very realistic. It was flesh-toned with bulging veins, about six inches long and average in girth. Alex stopped in the doorway and gently stroked her “cock.” It was quite a site to behold and probably one I’ll never forget.

After teasing me for what seemed like forever, Alex slowly made her way toward me, stopping directly in front of me. She resumed stroking her “cock,” her hands sliding up and down the length of the “shaft” positioned directly in front of me. She smiled as she looked toward Sara, who was now stroking her pussy more intently than before. Alex turned back to look down at me, on my knees in front of her on the floor.

“This is what a real cock looks like.”

I stared Betturkey Giriş from below as she continued stroking it.

“Do you like my cock?”

I failed to muster a response.

“You want to suck it, don’t you?”

She took a step closer. Her “cock” was practically touching my lips. Once again, she turned toward Sara and smiled.

“And I bet Sara wants to see you suck it too.”

Sara nodded, too excited to actually speak. Alex slowly moved the tip of her “cock” back and forth across my face and lips.

“Put it in your mouth. Suck it. You know you want it.”

I did as I was told. I parted my lips and took her “cock” into my mouth. Slowly my lips ran back and forth along the length of her “shaft.”

“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you? You like to suck my cock I bet.”

Alex was getting into it. Soon one hand was on the back of my head, driving my face deeper onto her “cock” as she thrust her hips forward to meet me. With every stroke I practically took the entire six inches into my mouth.

“Oh yeah, that’s good. Show me you love it.”

I began to whimper as she jammed her “cock” deep into my mouth. Alex was smiling with glee humiliating me. She clearly was enjoying putting on a show for Sara. Sara no doubt was enjoying it too. I’m sure it was a real turn-on for her, seeing a statuesque, twenty-something woman in a bustier and strap-on force feeding her “cock” into the mouth of a whimpering, forty-two year-old man on his knees.

With my hands shackled behind my back there wasn’t much I could do as Alex took complete control. No longer was her hand on the back of my head simply guiding me, but Alex was now grabbing my hair to yank my head back and forth, forcing my mouth up and down the entire length of her “cock.” I continued to whimper as Alex chided me.

“Oh yeah, that feels so good. Take it all in. Yeah, just like that. Show Sara how much you love it.”

Alex slowed her pace somewhat and was now forcing my mouth to move in long slow strokes as Sara looked on. Sara’s skirt in panties were now in a bunch on the floor. Her pussy was still partially obscured by her button-down blouse but you could clearly see a neatly trimmed patch of sandy blonde fur. Alex grinned as she watched Sara glide two fingers in and out of her pussy in perfect rhythm with the movement of my lips up and down Alex’s “member.”

“Sara likes watching you eat my cock, don’t you Sara?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I think she likes watching you take my cock deep down your throat. I think she likes watching you whimper like a little baby.”

“Oh, yeah,” Sara cooed as she continued to pleasure herself.

Suddenly Alex stopped. She pulled the hair on the back of my head and removed her “cock” from my mouth. I stared up at her, not knowing what to think.

“I bet you like it too. You like to suck my cock, don’t you?”

Embarrassed and humiliated, I bowed my head.

“Yes ma’am.”

Alex grabbed my head and forced me to look up at her.

“What did you say, I didn’t hear you?”

“I said, yes ma’am.”

Alex smiled mischievously as if she was satisfied and her proven her point. She looked at Sara who responded with a mutual grin of delight.

With the ordeal now seemingly at an end, Alex slowly circled me. After several passes she stopped and took off the handcuffs. I felt relieved that the ordeal was finally over. I had paid the price and would be sure never to be late again. The only problem was that Alex and Sara weren’t quite through with me.

“Get down on all fours,” Alex barked.

Quivering with fear but still unable to disobey her, I did as I was told. I was completely helpless, down on all fours with my ass up high while Alex stood directly behind stroking her six-inch “cock.”

Alex moved in closer and began teasing and taunting me by lightly stroking my ass with her fingers. She continued with her taunts as she slowly slid the tip of her “cock” along the crack in my ass. Alex reveled in the power she had over me, treating me as nothing but a plaything, my body was hers to use however she desired. The fact that Sara was watching doubled her pleasure.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said almost as a reflex.

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please ma’am, fuck me hard.”

“Aren’t you forgetting about our guest?”

“Yes ma’am, please fuck me really hard so Sara can watch.”

“That’s better.”

Both women giggled at my humiliation.

Alex maneuvered into position, her “cock” in hand as it slowly split the crack in my ass. When the tip first touched my asshole, I let out a yelp. Alex didn’t flinch. With her “cock” still wet from my mouth, she slowly guided it into my waiting hole. I whimpered as she drove the entire “shaft” deep into my backside. She grabbed my hips to brace herself in order to make sure she was in as deep as she could go. I grunted with each of her thrusts.

I closed my eyes in a vain attempt to avoid embarrassment. There was nothing I could do. If I didn’t Betturkey Güncel Giriş do exactly as Alex said I would surely lose her. So there I was, down on all fours with my tiny cock exposed, whimpering as Alex fucked me from behind. On top of that, she was letting her friend watch my complete and utter humiliation. I couldn’t fathom how I let this happen. Why did I let Alex have complete control over me and my body? I couldn’t help but imagine what would happen when it was over. I’m sure Alex and Sara would describe the episode in great detail to all their friends. In no time I’d probably have a room full of woman watching and waiting to take turns fucking me in the ass. To make matters worse, there wouldn’t be anything I could do to stop it if that’s what Alex really wanted.

As Alex fucked me, I was lost in a strange space between pain and pleasure. With my eyes still closed, Alex repeatedly slid her “cock” in and out of my ass. She went slowly at first, using long rhythmic strokes to invade me. Using my hips for balance, she buried her “cock” into me as deep as it would go. With every stroke my ass both relaxed and expanded and Alex’s rhythm slowly changed with it.

Soon Alex was removing her “cock” very slowly and sensuously, only to ram it back in as hard and as fast as she could. Each time she grunted as her hips slammed against my ass. Each time I whimpered like a little girl.

It was all a show to Alex. Her pleasure came from dominating me, from seeing my ass high in the air as she filled it with her “cock.” She delighted in my every whimper.

“You like to be fucked don’t you? You like my cock up your ass.”

“Yes ma’am,” I cried as she grunted with another thrust.

Sara was clearly enjoying the scene. It seemed as if she was getting off solely on the sounds of our love. With her eyes rolled back in her head and legs spread wide, Sara was using two hands to pleasure herself. One hand was gently massing her clit, with the fingers of the other sliding slowly in and out of her hole.

“Show Sara how much you love it.”

Upon hearing her name, Sara sprung back to life and opened her eyes to watch the action. Alex pumped me with abandon. I groaned loudly with each thrust. This seemed to spur both Alex and Sara on. Sara was now stroking herself furiously as she let out soft moans of intense pleasure. Alex continued to fuck me mercilessly, almost unaware that I was even there.

It was obvious that to Alex it was all about how everything looked. She wanted to put on a good show for Sara so they could laugh about the episode with their friends.

With my asshole sufficiently expanded Alex had free reign. She was pumping me like a fifty year-old man fucks his trophy wife. She hand one hand on her hip and the other on the small of my back. With each thrust she grunted with satisfaction and seemed to delight in watching my ass cheeks jiggle. The combination of my groaning and the obvious sounds of pleasure coming from Sara only seemed to excite Alex even more.

“I want you to make Sara cum,” she extolled.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Tell me how you want to be fucked.”

“Fuck me harder ma’am. Please. Harder.”

She did as I asked. I let out a sharp cry of pain with her thrust. Sara’s breathing was increasing rapidly as she watched.

“You want it harder, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am. Harder. Please, please.”

Harder and faster Alex’s “cock” slammed into me. Sara’s pleasure was becoming more obvious. She was now grunting and moaning with every thrust, almost as if she was the one being fucked.

“You want to make Sara cum don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am, please.”

Every time Sara heard her name she seemed to take one step closer to orgasm.

“Are you going to make Sara cum?”

“Yes ma’am, please, just fuck me harder. Deeper. Please.”

It was an obvious turn on for Sara, watching me being fucked solely for the purpose of making her cum. The sounds of me being abused were too much for her to take.

“Oh yeah. Take my cock. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes ma’am. Harder. Please.”

“Are you going to make Sara cum?”

“Yes ma’am, please. Don’t stop.”

Alex pumped me furiously as I squealed like a stuck pig.

“Make her cum. I want to hear her cum.”

Sara was nearing the point of no return. With her back arched, head relaxed, and eyes closed, her fingers worked furiously on her clit. She now seemed to be struggling to emit any sound at all. Her mouth was wide open as if she wanted to speak but no sound emerged.

“Are you going to cum, Sara?”

Sara opened her eyes long enough to take one last look at me down on the floor with a beautiful woman ramming a six-inch dildo in and out of my ass.

“Ooooooh. Yessss.”

Spurred on by Sara, Alex slammed her cock into me deeper than I thought possible. Sara finger’s worked hard and fast on her clit.

“I’m cumming. Oh God. I’m cumming,” Sara screamed.

Alex didn’t stop. She continued to pump me, grunting louder and louder with every thrust. Sara’s orgasm seemed to last forever.

“Oh God. Oh my God. I’m cumming!”

Sara was screaming so loud I was sure the neighbors would hear but Alex didn’t let up. She seemed to relish the orgasm she had caused and delighted in the fact that she had spurred it on with simple coaxing.

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From Loathing to Love

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Abella Danger

My name is Alice, and I want to tell you how, after years of fear and loathing, I finally found sensitive love.

He had given a gasping moan as he pumped the last of his semen into me and began to relax. Now I held his head to my breasts and stroked his soft brown hair.

It was done now, and guilt and recriminations were useless. After all, what should I do? Go to a psychiatrist and say,” I’ve engaged in abnormal sex with my son?” Why abnormal when we had both longed for this fulfillment, and enjoyed each other so much?

Or perhaps I should go and confess to a priest, “Father I have sinned with my son; grant me forgiveness”? Forgiveness for what? Love that had overwhelmed us both to the point where we undertook that most loving of acts between man and women, to couple in the act of sex?

No, I would face the consequences of our sexual union without seeking either help or forgiveness.

If I did need to justify myself I would say, “I have suffered from sexual fear and deprivation for so long, and now I have found a sensitive lover.”

God knows! I was so young, so very young when they raped me and made me pregnant with him!

To this day, I have never been sure how many of them took me that night. Possibly eight, but I’m not sure because I was so bewildered and horrified at what they were doing to me I was in no condition to count.

I had just gone to the corner shop for mother. It was dark and they sprang out of a car and pulled me into it. There were two in the back I know, because I fought with them, and I could see two in the front seat.

They took me to a deserted park, and there was another car with more of them. They ripped off my clothes and I screamed, “I’m a virgin, I’m a virgin, please don’t hurt me.” They laughed at me and put some sort of tape over my mouth and held me spread-eagled.

The first one entered me brutally, tearing my hymen apart with an agonising thrust. As he finished, I heard one of them jeer. “Look what the bitch has done to you, you’re covered with blood.”

The one who had just finished kicked me in rage and I heard him say, “You dirty slut.”

After that, one followed another. I gave up struggling and hung whimpering in a morass of pain. As I have said, how many of them there were, and how many times each of them took me, I don’t know. It seemed to last forever.

When they had had enough they got into the cars and left me. I pulled off the tape they had put across my mouth and tried to rise, but my legs would not support me. I crawled with blood and semen dribbling out of me, until I got to the roadside, and there I was eventually found by a couple driving by.

There followed black and ghastly nights and days. There was the hospital and police, examinations, tests and questions – endless questions. They made me feel as I had set the rape up. I seemed to have entered a nightmare world. In the end none of my assailants were ever caught.

Starting to come out of this darkness, I received counseling, but finally it was my parent’s love that brought me through. I clung to them at that time, and when I was told I was pregnant, it was their support that allowed me to decide I would not accept the abortion that I was being pressed to undergo.

Quite why I refused the abortion I have never been clear about. Perhaps it was some mad idea that out of the pain and suffering something good and innocent might emerge. Whatever the reason, from the time I held Edmund in my arms, I have never regretted my choice.

My parents continued to be supportive, helping me in the early stages of motherhood, which by all accounts I was far too young to undertake. My son was six years old when I finally moved into a flat with him. From that time on we have lived together with no other person.

The terrible sexual assault gave me a very negative attitude towards sex and men. Although I had what were no doubt honourable approaches from men to take me out, I always shied away. The friends I had were all women, and if I was invited to a married woman’s home, I maintained a polite distance between her husband and myself.

The love I had to give went to my son who, although male, did not seem to come into category of one to be rejected. As he entered puberty, I was proud and rejoiced at his development into a fine looking young man.

In the early stages of his adolescence, he became very shy, hiding his bodily changes from me. This reticence on his part made me all the more curious to see the transformation. Despite or perhaps because of my terrible rape experience, I had never seen a nude male, and I was interested. I tried to see my boy undressed, as I had seen him when he was little.

The glimpses I got of him inclined me to think how beautiful his body was. By his mid teen years, he looked strong and well shaped, and his genitals were, I thought, fully developed. I knew he was experimenting sexually with girls from his school, and I thought, “Lucky girls.”

It was Betturkey around his mid-teens that the tables were turned on me a little. I noticed him looking at me in that speculating manner I had observed in other men. Somehow, he managed “accidentally” to enter the bathroom while I was showering or in the bath. He also made similar accidental entries to my bedroom, excusing himself with statements like, “I just came in to say goodnight.”

I took these “visits” without comment, letting him see me in whatever state of undress I was. In truth, I think I rather enjoyed letting him see my body, especially as I knew it was worth seeing. Also, I think I wanted to experience a male response to my female physique, and felt safe with him.

He seemed fascinated with my breasts, and one day, unexpectedly; he asked me what size bras I took. I told him 38D, and he smiled. On an another occasion soon after, he began to question me about women’s physical anatomy, especially the reproductive part of that anatomy.

Given that he must have seen some of his girls’ bodies, I was puzzled as to why he was trying to see my body and why he was asking me these questions. At that stage I took it to be a general curiosity about women, and not especially focused on me.

The realisation that it was not quite such a general curiosity came about through a visit to a fairly remote beach. There was not a soul in sight, so when we changed we simply stripped off and put on our bathing things. At one point when I was naked, I saw Edmund looking at me, and being nude himself, I saw his penis rise like a great tower.

“My God, I thought, I’m turning him on.” This thought gave rise to a disturbing outcome for me. Fortunately, a woman’s sexual arousal is not as visible as the male’s. I felt myself getting wet between the legs. I hastily put on my bikini and fled into the water and began swimming. Edmond followed me in.

There were no further developments at that time and nothing was ever said, but I had received the warning signal. My son found me sexually desirable and I him. I talked to my self very severely, raising all the usual points on this subject – incest, law, morality, social disapproval, consanguinity.

This self-lecturing may have done something for my intellect, but it did not help my emotions. Living alone together, and being very tactile and affectionate, we were often in physical contact. Now I began to notice that when we touched or hugged, I could feel his hard manhood, and was aware of a throbbing in my clitoris. At times when he was not present I would think about him, and experienced a heavy ache in my genitals and lower abdomen.

Other signs that at the time seemed incongruous caught my attention. Instead of spending lots of time away from the house as he had during his early and mid-teen years, he began to be at home a lot more. I noticed that the handkerchiefs he handed in for washing were often caked with dried semen, and patches of his discharge also appeared on his bed sheets.

It seemed that he had given up coupling with his girl friends, and was masturbating heavily instead. “Why?” I asked myself. I thought I knew the answer, but still tried to hide it from myself.

Apart from my self-lecturing, I had another problem to be faced and dealt with. No man had entered me since I had been raped, but that terrible night was now almost nineteen years behind me. Whilst I shall never forget that dark ordeal, its psychological effects had diminished, and now, in my thirties, I began to feel the absence of a loving sexual relationship.

The lack of such a relationship was clearly nothing to do with my ability to attract men. I had had enough approaches over the years to reassure me that I was desirable. Yet, all these approaches I had repelled because I simply could not bring myself to trust a man. I realised that this was irrational, but I had been so psychologically and physically abused, I seemed to freeze every time a man drew near to me.

There was one male that did not produce this response in me, and that was my own son, Edmund, the forbidden male. In any case, I was obviously much older than he was, but then, not as old as some of the women young men seem to desire these days. “Could I…?” “No I mustn’t. I will not.”

Although I did not give it any thought at the time, looking back I can now see that a crisis moment had to come. Edmond and I could not go on living in close proximity, constantly being sexually aroused by a desire for each other, without something finally giving way.

The critical moment came one night as I was preparing for bed. I had just finished my shower, and had gone to my bedroom wearing only my bathrobe. I sleep naked, and was in the process of removing the robe when Edmond tapped on my door and walked in.

I still had just taken the robe off and was holding it in my hand. Edmond stopped short, gazing at me. It was the clearest view of my body he had ever experienced and in Betturkey Giriş a stifled voice, he gave his usual excuse, “I just came in to say goodnight.”

He approached to give me his usual goodnight peck on the cheek. I drew the robe up to my body in a half-hearted attempt to cover myself. He was wearing only the thin shorts he usually wore in bed, and I could see his potent erection.

There was a sort of clamoring in my head. I felt that this was the moment of decision, that we had played for long enough and I could not bear the sexual tension between us any longer.

I knew he would not risk the initiative so, as his lips approached my cheek I moved my face so as to plant my lips on his in a sort, lingering kiss. I was not experienced in deep kissing, so my kiss at that time was probably no more than an exceptionally warm motherly kiss. What I did next was, like my kiss, not born of experience, but was born of female instinct. I pulled my lower abdomen against him and started to rotate my hips.

I released his lips from my kiss, and we were both shaking, our breath rasping out of us. Part of me wanted him to turn from me and leave the room, but another part, a more potent force, silently begged him to stay.

He held me close and gasped, “You too, mother?”

“I’m afraid so, darling.”

We stood for a while longer clinging to each other, both of us afraid to say the next word or make the next move.

Eventually I spoke up. I suppose it was an inconsequential question, a counterfeit attempt to sound rational, but it was all I could think of to break the impasse. “How long have you felt like this?”

“Almost since I began to want a woman,” he said in a smothered voice. ” What are we going to do, mother?”

I felt his penis pressing against me, hot and throbbing. My own sex organ was saturated with my lubricant. I had gone beyond rational control and was trapped in a whirlpool of raging emotions. My reply was one that welled up from the depths, almost unbidden and beyond my control.

“Just once, please my love. Let me experience you just once.”

He moved me to the bed and lay me down, and as he did so, old memories swarmed back. “You won’t be rough with me, will you? You won’t hurt me? Please be gentle.”

Edmond stopped, looking at me questioningly.

I had never told him that his birth was the result of a gang rape. I confess I had lied to him on this score. For all he knew his father was a married man I had had an affair with. Now, in this moment of sexual fire, I told him what I suppose was a truth.

“Darling, I haven’t had a man since your father, and I’m a little anxious. Just be very gentle with me, please.”

To an outsider it must seem ridiculous that a woman of my age should be speaking like this to someone who was little more than a boy. I don’t doubt that mostly it is the older woman who takes charge. It is she who accepts the responsibility to initiate the boy into the pleasures of sexual relationships. Now the situation was reversed, and it was Edmond who must teach me.

He told me later that he was surprised that I had gone so long without sexual contact. He had thought I must have a lover or lovers who were around when he wasn’t. Like when he was at school. At the time of our first coupling, he gave no indication of this surprise, and stroking my breasts, he said, “I shall be very gentle with you.” Then he added one significant word, “Always.” I leave my reader to interpret what he might have meant by that.

He was indeed very gentle with me. I could not have wished for a tenderer lover as he began my initiation into the realm of loving sex. He restrained himself for my sake, continuing to stroke one of my breasts as he sucked the nipple of the other. He could hardly have done a more endearing thing to me. “Oh God,” I thought, “It’s as he was when baby and I fed him at my breasts.”

I put my hands behind his head, holding him to me, willing him to go on letting me suckle him, yearning to once more have the milk to nourish him with.

After a while he pulled away and moved me to the side of the bed. “What are you doing to me, darling,” I asked.

“Ssh,” he said, ” Just relax and leave it to me.”

I felt him part my legs, raising them as he did so. I saw his head go down to my genitals, and putting his hands under my buttocks he…”Oh my God his tongue, he’s putting his tongue into me! He’s tasting me!”

I had read about oral sex, but had not anticipated it ever happening to me. I seemed to go into a mental spin. For a few moments, it was as if it was happening to someone else and not me and I was looking on. I wanted to push him away and drag him to me at the same time. I think I was calling out, “Don’t, please don’t. You mustn’t,” but he did not stop.

His tongue found my clitoris and waves of intense excitement seemed to overpower me. Something was approaching – something I both feared yet desired passionately. I think Betturkey Güncel Giriş I was crying out, “Don’t Edmund, don’t…I’m frightened, please don’t let it happen to me.”

He did not stop, and amid my begging and pleading I suddenly felt myself falling as if into a brightly lit well. Lights flashed in my head and my body seemed to shake and gyrate. Waves of delicious agony engulfed me and I was screaming out, Yes, darling…please don’t stop…I’ll do anything but don’t stop.”

In those moments when I had what I afterwards realised was my first ever orgasm, I would have let him kill me so long as he did not stop.

The waves of ecstacy began to diminish but with continued tremors, and I found I was weeping and saying, “Oh Edmund, what have you done to me? What have you done you beast?”

He had drawn me back to the middle of the bed and was lying between my legs. I felt his penis probing for my vaginal entrance. He found it and entered.

He slid into me easily I was so wet with my lubricant. He was speaking in a low passionate voice, “I love you mother, I love you…I want to love you to death.”

If his words sounded slightly threatening, his actions were wonderfully caring. He moved back and forth in me, and the walls of my vagina were beautifully tight around his shaft. I had always loved him, but now that love took on an extra dimension. If he really had wanted to love me to death, I think I would have willingly died for him.

The ejaculations of the rapists I had experienced as something horrible. Edmund’s was something entirely different. The rapists took me with violent lust, as if they hated me and were avenging some awful wrong I had done to them. Edmond, even as he gratified himself, still gave his love. He made our union an incredibly magical act.

I felt him speed up and push ever deeper into me and I knew he was about to inject his sperm into me. Inexperienced lover that I was, I tried to move with him. I wanted his semen in me, wanted it deep into me.

The first eruption caused him to groan and me to cry out, “Oh darling, yes.” He seemed to go on forever, filling me with his seeds of love. I wanted him to fertilise me, to begin that mysterious process the end of which is the fruit of love, a child. That we were committing incest, that he was my son, did not weigh in the balance at that moment. All I understood was that we were wrapped in a world of love.

I have sought for a word to describe what I, and I am sure Edmond, were experiencing as we united. Accuse me of blasphemy if you must, but the only word that seems to fit is “consecration.” It was an act in which we set apart our sexual lives to be used by each other and no one else.

So, he lay his head between my breasts and I stroking his hair.

My thoughts ran on as I caressed him, “Oh my love, my boy, my baby, I love you so much.” He seemed to fill my whole world – to be my reason for living.

When the climax is past, more composed thoughts emerge.

Once the enchanted box of mingled love and sex has been opened, and its pleasures set free, they are almost impossible to put back in the box. The delights are double edged. They can bring great joy or great tragedy depending upon the people who wield them.

It is my contention that good and evil, beauty and ugliness, love and hate are often but sides of the one coin. Sex with the rapists was ugly and evil, with Edmund it was beautiful and good. Perhaps the greater the potential for good that exists in something, the greater its potential for evil.

To use another metaphor, Edmund and I had let the genie out of the bottle, and even if we wanted to, we would probably never get it back in again. I had said, “Just once.” He had said, “Always.” So, what was now to become of us?

I felt Edmund stirring. His lips came to mine as his hand sought and found my breast. This time it was no chaste kiss such as I had given him before. I now experienced my first deep, tongue-thrusting kiss as he explored my mouth.

He went from my mouth to my nipples, sucking and softly nibbling them to just below my pain threshold. His finger sought my clitoris and I began to squeal as he stimulated me there. He brought me to the edge of another climax before he swiftly entered me again, and apparently timing it carefully, we climaxed together.

We stayed together for a long time, but finally separated, and I fell into a remarkably peaceful sleep given the exhilarating time I had just experienced.

When I woke in the morning Edmund was lying with his arm across me. I tried to gently extricate myself so as to get up and prepare breakfast. I was apparently not gentle enough, because I woke him. His arm tightened round me, and much to my amazement he rolled me onto my back, opened my legs, and entered me.

It was a very sweet experience. If the previous couplings had been gentle, this was even more so. It was as if he just wanted to be in me, to be part of me, with no clear intention of implanting more sperm into me. I could have let him stay all day like this, perhaps just talking of my love for him. Intended or not, he finally did shoot more of his semen into me. I did not have an orgasm myself, but wanted to pull him into me, to make him part of me and never let him go.

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