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Note: This story heavily features mother-daughter incestual relationships, along with sweat, cunnilingus, anilingus, and non-consensual elements.

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It was evening time, but the almost unbearable heat was still permeating the air all around.

Bella lay in the deckchair, transfixed on the sight before her. Neither the gentle crash of the Pacific on the cliffs below her, nor the impressive glass fronted Californian clifftop house could distract her from the mesmerising figure.

Bella was just approaching her 20th birthday and had travelled across the country from her college in New York, to her home in California to celebrate her birthday, as well as to visit her mother and to spend what was forecast as one of the hottest summers on record in beautiful California.

Bella herself was quite the beauty also. She was tall and slender, with shapely breasts and a small but certainly pert rear. But despite her good looks, the blonde haired, blue eyes girl had been left wanting at college, as far as sex was concerned.

Not that she hadn’t received offers. Countless frat boys had tried their luck, even a few sorority sisters, and yet Bella had felt nothing for either of them, she was left to vent her own sexual frustrations which had grown harder to control. Even several times a night no longer became enough for her, and she found her pussy hot and quivering, crying out for attention throughout the day, a desire which she fought hard against, but would always succumb to. She’d be reduced to quietly humping the desk in class, praying that nobody saw; or desperately fingering herself on the subway, her hands hidden beneath her coat. But no matter how often she erupted silently, terrified of being found out, her frothing lust continued to build, without any release.

That is, until, she came home for the summer. She was greeted at the door by her mother, identical to her in almost every way, but with a darker tan, courtesy of the California sun, slightly fuller figure, showing the signs of motherhood and the very gentle beginnings of age. Nonetheless, her mother was a great beauty. As a woman reaching 40, she had given birth to Bella at a young age. A former Miss California, she met Bella’s father at a formal function and the two had been instantly smitten. A year later they were wed, and a few months after that Bella had been born.

When Bella was greeted by her mother on her return from college, she had entered in excitedly to greet her father before stopping herself as she remembered. A few weeks before her father had passed away. He was much older than both Bella and her mother so his death wasn’t unexpected, but it had hit the two of them hard. Bella’s mother especially. He was a wealthy man and between his life insurance and what he had left behind as inheritance, neither of them would be left financially worried. But it was a real loneliness that struck down Bella’s mother.

Bella had heard from friends and family that her mother had all but retreated into herself, rarely travelling anywhere but between the house and the gym. She seemed to channel her grief into exercise, and those who saw her would have been impressed with the vigour with which she worked at her spin class, often exceeding the instructor, immune it seemed to any signs of exertion beyond the visual reddening of her face and the deep dark patches of sweat that formed in wide ovals beneath her armpits and a deep u-shape beneath her breasts. As soon as the class had ended she would speed to the showers, saving herself from conversation with the other women. There she would begin her ritual cleansing. Feeling the hot water running down her body, the suds softening her skin to the touch as her hands caressed her full breasts and then downwards towards her flat stomach, stroking against her thighs, thick and toned from exercise. As the water washed her down she felt finally at peace, if only for a few minutes, before reality set back in and she would dress herself in a clean and fresh outfit before once again retreating into her solitude where she would often undertake a gentle yoga session on her balcony, calming herself under the bright sun and above the gentle lap of the ocean.

And it was one of these sessions that Bella was so transfixed upon. The day after she had arrived, Bella had slept in late and awoke to find a note from her mother saying that she had gone to the gym. When she returned, Bella was shocked to see her mother’s face flustered with heat and her sports bra damp with sweat.

“I can’t believe it!” Bella’s mother exclaimed. “The membership fees that I pay to them and they can’t do a simple thing like keep the showers working. Ugh, I’m all wet and sticky, I’ll go upstairs and shower.”

But Bella had felt something she had never felt before. Seeing her mother’s sweaty body, tightly hugged by Lycra, every sexual curve exaggerated from her large cleavage to her full rear, the crack deeply swallowing her yoga pants güvenilir bahis highlighting the perfectly full and round ass beneath them.

At long last Bella had found what she had been craving. Though what disgust she felt, the only thing in the world that could turn her own was her mother. And not just her mother, but her mother hot and sweaty. But the feelings of disgust had disappeared almost immediately, quickly replaced by the much stronger feelings of uncontrollable arousal. No sooner had her mother left the room, Bella had lost herself to her urges. Fingers deep inside her cunt, her mother’s round sweating ass in her mind, on her face, under her tongue, the soft sticky feel of the flesh beneath her hands, the hot sweaty stink of it in her nose. A world of incestous disgust and unbelievable arousal passing for an eternity in a second. Bella’s body arched and shook as her pussy burned and quivered beneath her touch her soft moans becoming cries of ecstasy as her body froze, but for her fingers pumping away inside her just for a second more as she came with the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life, her body shaking and toes curling as she collapsed off the sofa onto a shaking heap on the floor as the pleasure coursed through her. It may have been minutes, but it felt like infinity to her as the rays of pleasure emanated from her spraying cunt, to the very tips of her curled toes, to the deepest pleasures of her mind. Years of pressure building up inside her were released in one powerful firework explosion.

Panting Bella felt her orgasm finally ebb and stop. Her fingers were coated in her cream and the hardwood floor and white sofa were soaked to the touch. Bella had never felt anything like that before and craved more desperately than anything to feel like that again. In her mind, clouded by ecstatic pleasure, her plan begun to form.

The next day Bella had once again slept in late, her dreams awash with sexual fantasies of her mother’s sweating curves. She had crept downstairs about noon to find her mother sitting on the sofa in front of the television, sighing in the cool conditioned air as the afternoon news rolled in front of her

“And it’s another scorcher today ladies and gentleman.” The newsman said over the TV. “This has been the hottest Californian summer on record and today is no different, so make sure that you stay hydrated and we recommend staying indoors or else you could be suffering quite the sweaty episode today, isn’t that right Stacey…”

The newsman’s voice trailed off as Bella began formulating her plan in her head. Turning to her mother lying on the sofa, enjoying the cool air flowing over her, Bella said:

“I think I might go to the gym today, I gotta start working on that summer bod sometime, eh Mom?”

“I wouldn’t recommend it Bella.” Her mother said. “The newsman said it’s way too hot today, and looking outside I can see what he means. Besides, the showers weren’t working yesterday and I doubt they would have fixed them by today.

“I think I’ll go anyway.” Bella said. “It’ll be cool in the car and I really feel like I should start working out more.”

“All right.” her mother replied. “But I’m good here.”

Hiding her smile, Bella opened the door and stepped out into the front yard. The heat hit her like a sudden wall, unbearable and heavy. While most people would have cringed away, Bella felt her pussy tingle with excitement as the first beads of sweat were already rolling down her back, knowing how well this heat would play into her plan. Stepping into the car she drove past the gym and into an air conditioned cafe next door. Sipping on her cold ice tea, she watched the doors of the gym open and shut as an unusually thin stream of people flowed in and out of it. Perhaps people had heard about the showers, or maybe they didn’t feel like exercising in such a heat. Nonetheless, Bella watched, with some excitement, the few people that entered the gym later leaving with visible sweat coating them; confirming Bella’s hopes that the showers hadn’t yet been fixed.

After a few hours, and several more cooling iced teas, Bella stepped back into her car and drove back up the hill to her house, almost as clean and fresh as when she’d left that afternoon. Stepping in she saw her mother had barely left from the sofa, seemingly only to make some cooling smoothies. It seemed though that not even the air conditioning and cold smoothies were enough, the heat was so intense that it was permeating through the large windows and gently bathing Bella’s mother in its heat. Not enough for discomfort, but enough that tiny droplets of sweat were able to seen creeping down the side of her neck. Even these few drops were enough to send a shiver of pleasure to Bella’s pussy.

“I’m back Mom!” Bella said. “Gosh, I’ll say that was a workout! I must have really been out of shape, huh? Thank God they got around to fixing those showers, eh Mom?”

Her mother turned to her. “Oh really? That was fast of them.” She glanced at her watch. türkçe bahis “Oh Bella sweetheart, do you mind if I leave you on your own this evening? It’s just I love going to the gym and I only didn’t go today because the showers weren’t working. But if they’re fixed now, I’ll be able to make my evening spin class.”

“Perfect.” Bella thought to herself, excitement building in her.

“No, Mom, I don’t mind!” Bella said out loud. “I’ll be fine on my own, you go to your class. Better work hard though, you’ve got a whole day to make up for!”

Bella said it jokingly, but inside she was craving her mother working herself into a powerful sweat on the bikes, every pore flooding her with that salty sticky ambrosia she so craved.

Her mother left in her tight fitting yoga pants and, after taking one last longing look at her round ass, Bella set about with the next part of her plan.

Heading into the basement she found what she was looking for. The controls for the water and the air conditioning in the house. Turning off both, except in her own room, she closed the panel and scurried upstairs. Knowing full well how unbearably hot the house would be getting, she reclined herself on the deckchair on the balcony and waited with breathless anticipation for her mother to return home. Thinking again of her mother’s tanned curves, her sweating ass crack and dripping pussy, coating Bella in their juices, Bella’s hands once more crept down to her aching cunt, leading to another orgasm, even more explosive than the last, knowing full well that her imagination would soon become reality.

Later, Bella heard the front door slam and her mother’s voice carrying through the house in a loud tone of irritation

“Unbelievable!” Her mother cried. “Just unbelievable! Showers working fine in the afternoon and then not in the evening, here I am sweating like a damned pig and now even the fucking air conditioning has stopped working! I honestly can’t believe the bullshit I have to put up with!”

Peering round the door, Bella almost collapsed with excitement. Her mother was standing practically dripping in the hall. Every single inch of her skin was wet with sweat and her clothes were stained almost black with the damp. Bella licked her lips with the thought of tasting her.

“Come out here Mom!” Bella shouted through the house. “It sounds like you’ve had a rough day, why don’t you do your yoga and calm down?”

“That sounds like a great idea sweetheart.” Her mother cried back. “But I’m honestly quite disgusting like this, I’ll have to have a shower, I reek!”

Bella was silently praying for that reek to be squirming on her face and when her mother found that even the shower in her own house wasn’t working, she was so frustrated that she headed straight to the balcony to try and calm herself with some yoga.

So there was Bella, lying on the deckchair watching her mother with sexual hunger, as her glistening body contorted itself, sliding through sweat coated clothing into her positions, an electric tremor sped straight to Bella’s pussy every time her mother arched her back pushing her sweating ass into the air, and sighing with pleasurable contention every time her mother stretched her body up, showcasing her fine tanned breasts straining out against her top, almost ready to burst free as she pushed them out. Bella wouldn’t be able to contain herself if they did, it was all she could do to stop herself tearing her mother’s pants off and feasting on her right there and then, but she restrained herself, sticking to the plan. All the while she was enjoying the most erotic show of her life, unable to do anything but feel an increasingly damp spot grow beneath her white bikini bottoms.

Finally, her mother finished her yoga and decided to head to bed.

“I don’t know how I’ll be able to sleep like this.” She complained. “All sticky and sweaty like this. And with the air conditioner broken, I’ll probably end up sweating more tonight!”

Bella bit her lip to stop the moan of pleasure escaping and stopped herself at the quietest whimper.

Later that night, Bella lay awake in her bed, breathless with anticipation watching the minutes tick by until she could wait no more. Tiptoeing silently to her mother’s room, she gently opened the door to see if she was asleep.

Her mother’s naked form was lying there, illuminated by the light of the moon through the open window, shining with sweat. Bella gently moaned with unbridled arousal. Her eyes travelled down, from her mother’s bright blonde hair, down past her sleeping face, eyes covered with a eye-mask, to her full and pert breasts, swelling with each breath she took, her tanned and toned stomach until with a gasp and a shudder Bella’s eyes reached her mother’s pussy.

Bella was shocked and amazed to see a thick black bush of hair over her mom’s cunt, especially when the rest of her body was shaved and waxed. Bella realised with a giggle that her mother must never have expected her daughter to see her pussy and so güvenilir bahis siteleri hadn’t bothered to shave it, but Bella groaned with excitement as she realised that the bush would have acted like a sponge, soaking up all the sweat that her mother had, just waiting for Bella to suck it out.

She couldn’t wait any more. Tiptoeing past her mother she opened the wardrobe and grabbed two of her father’s neckties. Holding them in her hands she froze for a second, as if realising what she was about to do. What would her father say? Then an electric shock of excitement fled to her pussy and she lost any last remnants of self control she had.

Carefully creeping to either side of her mother, she gently raised each arm, the stench of the pits making her head spin, dizzy with lust. Then, with her father’s neckties, she tightly bound each wrist to the bedknobs, careful not to wake her mother, before she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

Lying in front of her was her mother, naked and helpless, tanned and glistening, begging for her daughter to feel her, touch her, kiss her, smell her, taste her.

Shaking, Bella mounted the bed, before slowly inching forward towards her mother’s full lips, before taking her in a passionate kiss. Her tongue probing and exploring as her pussy tingled with excitement. Leaning back she saw her mother smile in her sleep and Bella felt the happiest she’d ever felt in her life. Stroking her mother’s cheek she began to nuzzle gently at her neck, inhaling the wet smell of sweat before gently sticking out her tongue to taste it. Her head was swimming and her cunt was on fire.

Travelling past the neck, she licked down her mother’s glistening skin until she reached the fetid stench of her mom’s pits, where she buried her face with great pleasure, feasting on the sea of sweat that had formed and sat on her mother’s flesh for hours.

Her mother shifted in her sleep and Bella froze, terrified that she’d wake up. For several seconds Bella didn’t move, her own naked form pressed hard against her mother’s sleeping body, feeling the weight beneath her shift and rise, the twin sets of round breasts pushing against each other.

Then Bella slid down again, feeling the weight of her mother’s breasts in her hands, the slick under-boob sweat flooding out as she lifted them. She buried her face into her mother’s cleavage and lapped heartily at the flood of sweat pouring out, feeling it running down her throat, her tongue tracing the curves of her mother’s wet breasts. Circling a nipple with her tongue, she felt it harden in her mouth, gently suckling at her mother’s teat. It was an almost familiar sensation, but overshadowed with the odour and taste of sweat and the deep, powerful arousal she felt filling her body and the animal heat flooding out of her pussy.

Her tongue followed the curve of her mother’s cleavage, before tracing down her stomach, stopping to lap the pool of sweat out of her mother’s belly button before the felt the thick, coarse, damp, pubic hairs tickling her chin. With a gasp of burning desire she swallowed as much of hair as she could hold in her mouth and sucked out her mother’s sweat like it was an especially juicy peach, feeling that precious nectar coating her tongue as she gladly slurped it out.

Inching downwards Bella let her tongue slip into her mother’s cunt, the hole she had come from, wet from sweat and the gentle beginnings of a sleepy arousal. With an excited desperation Bella let her tongue go wild within the folds, tasting every inch she could reach. This was what she had been dreaming of for days, and it was better than she could ever have imagined, her mother’s hot cunt beneath her tongue, the best taste she’d every had.

Above her, her mother began breathing heavily and her body shifted. Bella was driven mad in her cunt and so never noticed it until she heard her mother’s voice above her.

“What the fuck!” Her mother shouted. “Help! Help! Somebody help!”

The neckties around her wrists stretched and tightened as she thrashed around, blinded by her sleep mask, desperate to escape the assault of Bella’s tongue on her cunt.

Bella immediately flew to her mother’s lips, silencing her with a deep kiss, her pleas for help still echoing in her daughter’s mouth.

Bella gently began probing her mother’s cunt, her tongue still deep in her mother’s throat. With fingers well trained in her own pussy, Bella found her mom’s G-spot with ease and gently began the pump in and out, touching every erogenous zone in her mom’s cunt until the cries of protest ceased and gently whimpers of pleasure began.

Breaking the kiss she leant into her mother’s ear and gave whispered a soft hush before once again heading south, kissing every inch f her mom’s salty flesh as she lowered herself until once again she was at her cunt, her tongue joining with her fingers for ultimate pleasure.

Her mother now had no wish for it to stop and was groaning with pleasure at her daughter’s cunnilingus skills. Bella felt her mother’s sticky thighs squeeze against her head as the orgasm began. Her mom started humping her daughter’s face feeling the first electric bolts in her cunt for weeks, more pleasurable than anything she’d ever experienced in her life.

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My wife Michelle is a yoga teacher, and after one of her classes a pupil asked her if she would consider trading her class for a massage. She had never had a man massage her before, so was nervous about it. However, he kind of put her on the spot and she knew of his qualifications because he practiced in the same facility.

“Gee I guess so,” said my wife, a well-preserved blond haired woman in her 40s who looked 10 years younger because of her health and bone structure. “But really I only need my legs and feet worked on.”

Her thinking was that because he was a male, she wouldn’t be comfortable with him having complete access to her 5’4″ 130 pound athletic body, complete with large breasts and bubble butt.

“Oh, that works perfectly,” he said. “My name is Ed Woodley by the way. I have seen you around here but I had never taken your class before. I am really glad I did.”

“Michelle,” she said.

“I really enjoyed your yoga class. It was really good, and you have a nice way of communicating the benefits to people of all ages.”

“Thank you, Ed,” Michelle smiled. “Glad you enjoyed it. Hopefully you will come back for more. I noticed you ended up with a good spot near the front.”

“I definitely will,” he said, “and yes, I moved up front when a space became available. Do you mind me asking what size your feet are? They look barbie doll sized.”

“Size six,” Michelle said. “Why?”

“Oh, I just need to know to prepare for your massage,” he answered. “I thought they were pretty – ah small – from what I could see in the yoga class. What day works for you?”

“Probably Friday morning, does that work?”

“Can you come early?,” he asked. “I can be there at 8:00 am, if you can.”

“That works,” Michelle said. “It’s a date.”

“By the way, I meant to ask you if you would consider me videoing the session for my foot massage students. I teach reflexology and foot massage too.”

Michelle knew several people at the healing studio who sold videos, so it didn’t seem at all out of the ordinary.

“Why me?,” she asked.

“Not sure if you have ever been told this before but you have perfectly shaped and sized feet, and I need to make sure my videos are adorned with women who have exceptional body parts, depending on which type of video I plan to sell. You would not believe some of the women’s feet I see in this job. Yours are small and delicate looking.”

“Thank you, kind sir,” she joked, blushing.

“So you have been told that before?,” he probed.

“Ah… not really. No,” my wife lied. I have told her a thousand times, if I told her once, how gorgeous her feet are. But she is also used to covering up my fetish. My friends have noticed too, even non-foot guys have been caught starring at her feet. Even shopping, she has been singled out in a mall a few times by guys who wanted to “buy their wives her exact same shoes.”

“Is there anything I need to do before the video?,” Michelle asked.

“Well,” Ed said. “Do you mind letting me have a look at your feet close up?”

“Okay, sure, I suppose,” my wife said shyly.

Ed bent down on his right knee, and patted the top of his left knee directing Michelle to set her foot on it. She hesitated, and without even looking up Ed pointed to his knee in an exaggerated way. Michelle slipped her foot out of her right flip flop and lifted her toes to his knee. Ed, gently, touched the back of her heel and guided her foot so that the entire lovely rested on his knee and thigh.

My wife had black polish on her alabaster white feet, freshly pedicured professionally with a tiny silver star and moon bedazzled onto her big toes. She was going to put the sparkles on every toe, but the sparkles were too large to fit on her tiny toenails.

“Love the little jewels on your toes,” Ed said, gliding his fingers across my wife’s toes. “Your polish is just perfect right now, when did you get your peddi?”

“Just yesterday,” Michelle answered. “I like to have my feet done before my weekly class.”

“Okay, no need for a new peddi. But can we move the appointment to tomorrow morning instead of Friday? I don’t want your polish to wear before the video. I am probably going to have to use some dim light filtering because of the shiny dark polish against your snow white feet. But that’s not a problem. By the way your feet are more proportional than what I even imagined. Perfect for my video.”

Using both hands now, Ed’s fingers cruised slowly around both sides of her feet, thumbs sliding across the top. Michelle noticed the size they were, but also that they were quite thick yet soft for man-hands.

When he got to her heel, he clutched her ankle lightly with his left hand and ushered it upward as he slipped his free hand beneath her thin dainty heel and slid it along her small soft sole. He paused at her arch and took a couple of circular feels with his fingertips before gliding his hand down past her under-toes and then on top of them with his güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri thumb… pausing for a moment.

“Thank you again,” Michelle said. “Yes I should be able to come in the morning.”

“Tonight, soak your feet and then smother them in vaseline okay?,” Ed asked. “Then wrap them in a plastic bag and find two large pairs of winter socks to wear to bed over top of them. You probably do that on occasion anyway, judging by how soft and smooth your little feet are.”

“Sure I can do that,” said my wife. “And yes I have.”

“Great, see you in the morning,” said Ed, patting the top of my wife’s foot as if to say you are now free to go.

When Michelle told me about this unusual agreement after she got home from work, my dick was completely hard thinking about her perfect feet being touched by some stranger.

“How old is this guy?,” I asked jealously.

“He’s probably 25,” Michelle answered. “Don’t worry he’s not much to look at. He’s probably about 6’3″ tall but only about 150 pounds. Very skinny, and not very muscular at all. He’s got glasses and a big nose, and balding though he shaves his head. You know, the typical granola type.”

Still rather horny about the incident and upcoming foot and leg massage, during supper and thereafter I could not stop these scenes from going through my head. Eventually I had to go into the bathroom and relieve myself of my build-up of goo, while in the living room Michelle’s perfect feet were being soaked and prepared to the liking of this other man, if you can believe.

While stroking my dick, I was thinking of her perfect toes. Her second toes are just slightly shorter than her bedazzled big toes, and then each of her final three toes slope down at a perfect, but very minor angle, so that all five of her painted nails are exactly in-line with each other. You could run a ruler down them and not find one toe out of align even a little, in this descending angle. In fact, once I did just that, measuring her toes at less than two inches long; her feet 7 3/4 inches from toe tips to heel; and a width of roughly 3 inches at the balls of her feet.

That made me stroke faster, my dick now long and hard as I thought of her wonderful round toe tips. I imagined I was looking up close at the instep side of her foot and tracing her high arch which I could slide my fingertips beneath. I imagined looking at her big toe from the side and could visualize her toe tipping up just a little on the end, which was ridiculously cute.

I had to slow down yanking on my manhood now, as I pictured her sexy soft heels in my mind, fitting generously into the palms of my hands as I fondled all around them with my thumbs. I came closer to coming when thinking about there being no rough spots and how small they felt. I flipped her feet over now in my imagination, looking at her sexy soles made perfect by the high arch and the insignificant angle of descent of the little-bitty toes.

I’ve noticed toes which angle too greatly, not only ruin the look of the toes but also the shape of the soles are affected negatively.

I loved how her toes were exactly the right width for her petite feet, with no gaps between them. I imagined her toe pads, and round toe tips. I could see her mini toe-stems in a perfectly straight line proudly holding up the little toes pads above the flawless balls of her feet.

They looked like they were dying for some tongue action, I thought.

After I was done imagining her adorable wrinkles crossing her feet from side to side at a slight angle starting at her lovely arch, I could feel my dick getting thicker as I envisioned the dozens of wrinkles pop to life as I bend her foot so that her sexy little toes were now pointed. I pictured placing my face into the “feet pussy” between both of the arches of her soles.

Then I imagined this tall thin masseur handling her feet in the morning. I felt a lump of jealousy and eroticism at once, thinking about my wife’s delicate feet being so tiny in his large man-hands. It was truly beauty and the beast as he took his long fingers and slid them between her toes and just as he was leaning over to kiss the tips of my wife’s toes, I came with a fury I hadn’t felt in months. Gushes of cum exploded out of my penis in a pulsing beat as the masseur covered my wife’s toes with his mouth, sucking in the taste and aroma of lotion and bubble bath which matched in flavor to the visual perfection of her tootsies. I was squeezing out the remaining fluids, and still being jerked around by my firing muscles and nerve endings throbbing in ecstasy, as I remembered the taste and feel of her lovely little toes being covered in saliva inside my mouth. All five easily fitting into my food hole. Me sucking off her toe ring and licking it on the end of my tongue.

Later…

I was sitting on a side chair as my wife set her socked feet up on the loveseat directly across from where she was sitting. The masseur was sitting on the other güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri side of the loveseat now right next to my wife’s gorgeous feet. Her socks were black and thin. You could see the shape of her feet, her arch and the perfect angle of her toe tips from big to small. The masseur noticed them too, and ran his fingers in an upward motion across her socked soles. She flinched, and pulled back, but not before he clutched the toes of the closest foot to him and brought it toward his body. He took a long smell of her socked toes, closing his eyes as he took in the scent, gently moving his head back and forth. Then he set her foot down on his inner thigh, holding it in place with one hand and reaching for the neck of the sock on her ankle. He smiled as he pulled the sock down, exposed her ankle and then the soft pink skin of her heel. He slid the sock down to the ball of her foot so that her sexy arch was naked, and then he proceeded to tickle her tiny tootsie. My wife flung her foot from one side to the other in panic, grazing his crotch each and every time, as the remainder of the sock flew off her toes, exposing the ebony nail polish, a sexy toe ring, and that wonderfully bedazzled big toe.

That, my friends, is when I woke up.

I had slept-in a little, and Michelle was walking over to the bed to give me a goodbye kiss. She was already dressed, and ready to go. My gawd, her and her gorgeous feet were on their way to her appointment with some strange man who has the right to touch her delicious feet.

After she left, I quickly got ready. I had been fighting off an urge that I could no longer control. I was going to follow her to her appointment, once I was ready.

I got to the healthy living center at 8:30 so the massage was already half over. Only a few vehicles were in the parking lot and barely a soul was in the building itself. That was good, as it allowed me time to look for a masseur’s name plaque on one of the doors, quietly and secretly. As much as I tried, I couldn’t find anyone doing massage. Finally, at the end of one hallway there was an emergency exit to one side, and a short passageway opposite the exit which featured a door with the name “Edward Woodley, Massage Therapist.” Beside the door were two waiting room chairs. The door had a frosted window, but not the full way up, just to about six feet high or roughly the top of my forehead. Even standing on my tip-toes I couldn’t see inside the room. So I slid a chair over, and as silently as possible stood on it so that I could peek inside the room.

My heart was beating quickly now, as I skulked through the clear upper glass on the door. I just glimpsed in for a second the first time, pulling back behind the security of the wood door frame while reflecting on what I had witnessed.

Sure enough, Michelle was there. She was laying on her stomach on a cushioned floor, not the massage table I had imagined. The masseur was not as homely as I had been told, but he was very thin indeed and was bespectacled with short thinning hair. A camera was to the left of the two of them, light reflecting umbrellas all around. Michelle’s feet were closest to me, and Edward was to her right.

Braver now, and confident neither could see me from where I was leering as long as I was careful, I leaned over to the clear glass once again.

My wife was wearing a black leotard which went down to about mid-calf. Her feet were bare naked. Her hair in a short ponytail. The masseur was in a t-shirt and black cotton sweat-pants.

Michelle’s feet were fresh and very white and pink because of all the soaking from the night before. Her left leg was now bent at the knee, and the masseur had his hand on top of her toes to guide her foot parallel to the floor. Her other leg was straight, though he still had his hand on top of her heel for some reason.

He lifted her other foot up parallel to the floor also, and now both of her feet were pressed together dangling before him. My heart was pumping and my dick was gaining blood inside my pants.

Setting one hand gently on the small of my wife’s back, he pushed down on her feet until they were right above her butt and then straddled between them with his knees on the floor, legs wide apart. He gently pressured her feet down towards her fit little ass and then brought them back up to his stomach. His hands were so large, and her feet tiny enough, for them to mostly disappear under his palms. When he let her feet relax, her ankles were pressed against his groin as he stretched her feet back and forth from his belly to her sexy ass. As the stretching exercise ended he lowered his face to her soles and inhaled the beauty of both feet.

I reached down with one hand and began rubbing my yearning manhood until it felt better.

He set down both of my wife’s legs and then positioned himself on the floor between her feet, with his legs in a v-shape on either side. I could see the wrinkles on her feet well, as her toes güvenilir bahis şirketleri pressed into the floor.

He began massaging her ankles and calves, and as he did, her feet giggled from side to side touching the inside of his thighs. Edward slid forward farther now to reach the backs of her knees, all the while my wife’s toes were resting under his balls inside his sweatpants. I could see her heels moving side to side as he rubbed Michelle’s calves and the soft insides of her knees.

He asked my wife to flip over next, getting up to reach for a warm towel to keep her upper body warm; and also a sleeping mask to cover her eyes from the light needed for the video work. He again slyly moved down to her size 6s, her beautiful toes now facing him.

The masseur sat between her feet on his knees this time, glided his fingers from her ankles to her toes over and over again on the tops of both feet. Then he adjusted himself while lifting her left foot up towards his lips. I thought he was going to kiss her under-toes but instead he sat cross-legged and rested her foot on his lap. With her foot hovering just above his manhood, I could tell he had a hard-on under those sweats. With one hand cupping her heel and the other covering her jet-back toenails, he pulled her foot towards his body while he rocked in a circular pattern while stretching her toes. He let her heel glide across his hard, but hidden dick, time and again – bending my wife’s foot in a circular motion from the ankle. Gently, melodically.

I licked my dry lips and tried to gather myself, while he was doing the same with her other foot. When both feet were treated equally, he took both feet in his hands and pulled them towards his chest. I could see my wife sliding as her feet got closer and closer to him. The pads of her toes would touch against his chest, and then he would release and do it again and again. I could see him looking down at her toes the entire time, enjoying his up close and personal view of my wife’s feet.

Now he stood up still holding both feet, raising her feet up with him. Her heels were the same height as his erect penis as he took both ankles and swirled her feet around in a circle, grazing his sweatpants every rotation.

Ed began sitting down again on one knee, stretching out her thighs one by one by placing a foot into his lower stomach and then pushing towards my wife while holding her other leg straight with his hand. He gyrated back and forth, around and around with my wife’s foot right beside his hardened cock. Then he switched feet before guiding her tootsies back, with legs straight again on the floor.

The masseur went down to her feet now and placed a hand behind each of her outstretched calves. He guided her legs up until her knees were bent, feet flat on the floor. Edward kneeled between her feet, resting his butt against his own heels and I could clearly see my wife’s toes were right below his hanging, longing balls.

With her knees together, he guided her legs together to the side so they touched the floor. When this happened, her beautiful feet turned from flat on the floor to instead being turned on top of each other against his sack and cock inside his sweats. He rotated her legs from one side to the other, secretly grinding his crotch into her feet and adjusting his dick with his hand when he had the opportunity. Back and forth he went, her toes pointing so as not to brush against his manhood. But he would push her knees to the floor, bring them up and then back down to the same side several times. Michelle would relax her feet, and when she did he would turn her body all the way again and her feet would flip together bushing his cock and arousing him even further.

I was enjoying the view, though I was jealous as hell I had never been as aroused as seeing another man enjoy my wife’s feet as much as I do.

Ed stood up again at this point and brought her feet straight up, heels against his lower stomach. He walked them until my wife was getting a good stretch with her feet parallel to the ceiling. Then he stepped a few inches closer to her upper body, above her, each inch her feet slid down a little toward his dick. Her ankles were between his legs now as he moved closer to Michelle’s covered eyes. He began swirling his whole body while her feet moved and he inched forward even more. Her heels were now against his dick, as the stretch continued for my wife and the gyrating continued for the masseuse.

He grabbed both of my wife’s feet with one hand, cupping all ten toes, and pulled them forward even farther, giving her legs a tremendous stretch. Meanwhile he reached down and started pulling on his cock. Then he backed up and lowered her feet, until her legs were angled from her knees and her feet were pointed at him and presented before him like a prize. He continued to yank on himself while sitting on his knees before his trophies. Holding both feet together with his left hand now, he circled his dick around the cotton sweatpants with his hand while his face and lips came ever closer to my wife’s toes before him. I could see Ed’s face circle just above her toes, while he sniffed in the beauty of her feet. He kept stroking himself and opened his mouth, with his tongue snaking its way toward her unsuspecting toes.

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The names have been changed to protect the privacy of the parties involved. This is a true story of two teenagers (both over the age of consent).The characters in my story have been altered and any resemblance in personality or appearance they may have to anyone is purely coincidental. You’ll have to scroll a bit to find the sex, but I promise not to leave any details out. Enjoy and drop some feedback for me!

******

I stood in front of my mirror that morning, quivering. My black hair fell to my slim waist. I brushed it out of my bright green eyes and stared at myself. He was finally going to see me. My lips were full and pink, curving into a nervous smile. I wasn’t very curvy. My breasts were only a 34B; really only a handful of perky fat, with small pink nipples. They were hard and pointed in anticipation.

I was tall, with long slender legs and a small toned ass. I examined every inch of myself to make sure I was as hairless as could be. I slid a hand down my stomach and to my pussy. My fingers came away slick. I blushed as I imagined him touching me instead, smelling me, tasting me… I glanced at my phone and blanched.

“Shit! He’s landing in an hour!”

I hurried into my shorts that barely covered anything and a tight tank top. Then I rushed out to the airport, nervous. I was finally going to meet my first boyfriend, who lived 2,000 miles away. We had said that we wouldn’t have sex if we weren’t ready, but I knew I was ready. I was 18, and finally ready to lose my virginity. I loved him, and he loved me. It would be perfect.

The drive to the airport stretched out forever and wasn’t long enough all at once. When I got there, he was waiting in passenger pick up. My eyes landed on him almost immediately, even though I’d never seen him in person, I think my soul called out to his. Or something.

He was taller than me! I breathed a sigh of relief. He strode confidently to my car with a crooked smile on his face. When he sat in the passenger seat I stared at him. I think I was trying to soak in his features.

“So uh… hi Michael,” I smiled.

“Hi,” he laughed. “Are you going to hold up traffic forever, Kris?”

“Oh—right, right. Sorry,” my cheeks heated. I pulled through the lane to the relief of the cars behind me. I couldn’t help but sneak glances at the boy beside me whenever I could.

He was just… perfect. I knew he would be, but deep down I had feared he wouldn’t be. Don’t we all when we date online? His light brown hair fell into his warm hazel eyes, those eyes that had gazed at my every message. He wore a tight fitting white T shirt, and black skinny jeans. I usually hated them on boys, but on him they were just right.

“You keep looking at me,” he said.

“I can’t help it.” I said as we passed through another intersection. “You’re here Michael! You’re in my fucking car! I can’t believe it. Did you have a good flight?”

“See, I told you you’d talk my ear off in ten minutes. Yes, I’m here. Yes, the flight was fine.”

“You’re the one who said you like when I talk your ear off,” I said. We’d spent so many hours on the phone, talking about nothing and everything all at once. My heart felt like it would break out of my chest with happiness. “But you’re here!”

“Yes,” Michael laughed again. “I am.”

“Aren’t you amazed?”

“No. I promised you that I would come didn’t I?” He paused. “But oh, that’s right. A certain sexy someone didn’t believe me.”

Sexy? I could feel my cheeks heat. Did he think that I was really…?

“To be honest Kris… I am really glad to see you. You’re really pretty you know.”

“No, you’re pretty.” I said dumbly.

Luckily, that was a dumb joke between us and he didn’t take it offensively. “Thanks.”

He wasn’t, though. He was fucking gorgeous. His lips looked soft, and curved in the most beautiful smile that made me forget how to breathe. His body was long even when he sat in my small car, and I couldn’t wait to finally hug him and feel his arms around me. And more, of course… My cheeks heated again.

“Now what are canlı bahis şirketleri you all red for?”

“Nothing!” I’m sure I blushed harder.

“Nothing huh?”

“Yep,” I squeaked.

“Fucking adorable,” he breathed as he reached over and grasped my hand.

My skin tingled where he touched me. I’d had boyfriends before, and held hands before but… it didn’t affect me like this. Did he feel it too? I looked over at him, but his face hadn’t changed. Maybe it was all me.

“So, this is it.” I said as we pulled into the driveway.

The complex was small in general, and my apartment wasn’t any exception. Just a one bedroom, one bathroom place. I had gotten it cheap, which was a blessing. I was blowing through my savings struggling to find another job after my last one didn’t go so great.

“This is it,” he echoed.

“Sorry it’s kind of small. I know you’re used to a house with your family,” I babbled as he followed me up the stairs. I turned around to face him and found that he was crotch level with me on the stairs. “Oh! Uh. Right. Let’s keep going.”

“Nice view here,” he joked with me.

I ignored that remark and hurried to unlock the door. As soon as we were in, I dropped my purse and turned back to him. His dark eyebrow rose at me.

“Yes?”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered. I found myself in his arms, my cheek resting on his chest. The moment felt exactly as perfect as I had wanted it to. We held onto each other for a long time. Just… finally touching each other. It was nice.

“Uh… I’m sorry.” He suddenly said.

“For what?” I asked.

“What, you can’t feel it?”

“No…?”

He shifted a little closer to me, and that’s when I felt it press against me. I giggled as I realized he had a hard bulge in his pants.

“Let’s sit down,” I offered. We settled on the couch and talked like we always did. Of everything and nothing. We didn’t bring up his boner again, even though I wanted to. I was just too shy. Eventually I lifted my head off his shoulder to look at him, and found my face inches from his.

Whatever I was going to say disappeared right off of my brain. His eyes dropped down to my lips briefly and back up to me.

Please kiss me! I begged in my head.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” he said. His breath rubbed across my lips. “It might be kinda bad…”

“Shut up,” I smiled. Somehow I found the courage to put my hands on his cheeks and pull him to me. His arms went around my waist. The kiss was soft and curious at first, but quickly it became something more. Hungry. Powerful. The kind of kiss that they write songs about or start wars over. I found myself in his lap, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with more passion than I had ever felt.

His cock was awake again, and I could feel it pressing against his jeans into my crotch. My pussy ached in response, wanting it. I wanted it. I pulled away from him to catch my breath and smiled seductively.

“Let’s move to the bed?” I suggested.

He nodded wordlessly. Where had this girl come from? I wondered to myself. This girl that can kiss a guy like that—this girl that’s going to fuck him!

I was definitely not seductive, or sexy, or a temptress. But when he touched me, kissed me, I felt like maybe I was to him. I led him to the bedroom and we started kissing frantically before we even made it to the bed. We fell onto it together, laughing at ourselves.

“You know we don’t have to do anything, right?” He asked me sweetly. I could see in his eyes that he really, truly wanted to. But he meant it. He cared enough to stop with just making out if I wasn’t comfortable.

“I want more,” I said honestly. “Do you?”

“Hell yes,” he growled as he pinned me down. He kissed my mouth, and then down to my neck. My eyes fluttered closed as I trailed my hands down his hard chest, his stomach, and finally caught the edge of his shirt. I started pushing it up. “And just what do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

“I’m getting you naked,” I said.

“Oh, canlı kaçak iddaa well that’s okay then.” He laughed, and pulled his shirt off of him.

I stared in amazement and lust. His chest wasn’t well defined or anything. He worked out, so he was toned, but God. I had never, in my life, seen a more beautiful body. I helped him get me out of my shirt, and his soft large hands found my breasts.

I let out a moan as they passed over my nipples. He smiled that crooked smile and pinched them, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. I moaned louder as the pleasure went through my body and down into my pussy, melting me. He kissed my neck again, and then down to one breast. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, making me arch up into him while he played with the other.

“Yes Michael,” I moaned.

His hand found the button on my shorts, and quickly snapped it. Before I could blink, my shorts and thong were off of me and on the floor.

“Did you like the thong?” I whispered.

“I loved the thong,” he said between kisses down my chest and stomach.

I laughed. “You didn’t even look.”

He paused to look over the bed at them on the floor. “Black is a good color.”

“Stop being a smart ass and lick my pussy,” I said. A thrill went through me. The cold air against my wet and swollen lips was a weird feeling that I definitely wasn’t used to.

Michael patiently situated himself between my legs, and spread my naked lips in front of him. I watched him as he studied me. I’d sent him pictures, of course, but it’s not the same. He slid the tip of his finger from my clit down to the hole. I shivered and let out a small moan. His finger dipped in, slowly, until he found the resistance he was looking for.

“See? I told you,” I muttered.

“I believed you,” he said simply, as he kissed up my thigh. I tingled and ached with each kiss until he finally reached my pussy. But instead of kissing me there, or licking me, or anything, he simply traced his tongue outside my lips. I waited curiously to see what he was doing, but he just kept doing that!

Then I got it. “Stop teasing me!”

“What? I’m licking your pussy.”

“You’re licking around it!”

“I’m sorry if your directions were unclear, I’m only trying to please you.” This fucking smartass.

“Eat me out!” I begged. “Lick my clit, finger me, make me cum Michael. Please. I need to.”

Without another word, he swirled his tongue over my clit. I gasped and my hips jerked on their own in response. He wound his arms around my thighs to keep me still while he explored me with his mouth. His long tongue slipped into my pussy, making me moan as he tasted my juices. He groaned in response, and found my clit again.

I threw my head back and moaned at the intense pleasure—it was almost too intense. He rubbed his tongue flat against it, swirled his tongue around, and switched to tonguing my pussy itself when I was getting close.

“Damn you, make me cum!” I shouted.

I saw the amusement in his eyes just before he sucked my clit into his mouth. I exploded. My thighs broke free of his grip as I bucked, crying out. “Michael, fuck. Yes! Yes! Right fucking there!”

When I finally calmed down, he kissed my sensitive cunt gently and sat back. He looked extremely pleased.

“Wow,” I whispered. My body was still trembling. “That was…”

“See? Teasing can be good.”

“Oh shut up.”

I scrambled up and pushed him down until he was the one laying on his back. I struggled with his belt until he laughed at me and undid it himself. Then I happily pulled his pants off for him, and gazed at the tent in his boxers with fascination.

“You know it looks different when I’m not wearing clothes,” Michael hinted.

“I know, I’m not dumb.” I pretended to roll my eyes at him, “I’m just letting you prepare is all.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” I told him. My hands grasped his boxers and I pulled them off of him slowly.

He had sent me pictures too, but I was definitely not prepared for the sight in canlı kaçak bahis front of me.

“Holy fuck,” I breathed.

He blushed. “What?”

“You’re—you’re really big,” I giggled. His cock twitched as I dragged a finger along the head, soaking the tip of my finger in his precum. He watched me like a hawk as I sucked my finger clean. “There’s not really a taste to it.”

“Well that’s only precum,” he grinned.

“Shut up this is my first time with a dick,” I said self-consciously.

“Take your time.”

As much as I wanted to touch it, taste it, and figure out everything about it, there was an ache between my thighs that would not be denied. I crawled on top of him and rubbed my cunt against him.

“I really want to taste your cum sometime,” I whispered in his ear, “but right now I want your cock inside of me.”

I felt him shudder against me, before he rolled us so he was on top.

“You can ride me another time,” he said. “I want to fuck you this time.”

“Fine with me,” I blushed. He settled between my legs, and I felt his thick dick against my entrance. Both of us hesitated. I was wondering if he was going to fit.

“Should we… go get condoms?” He asked. I could tell he really didn’t want to, but he would.

I shook my head. “I’m on the pill and I trust you.”

I wrapped my hand around his cock and pulled him until his tip was pressing into me. I moaned as he pushed his hips forward and the tip slipped inside. It hurt, but it also felt kind of good.

“How should I do this?” He asked me.

“Slow,” I panted. “Go slow.”

He put another inch in, and I winced. He waited for me to accommodate him before moving another inch. Both of us felt the tear inside of me. I cried out and he covered my face in kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he kept saying. “I’ll make it better.”

“Just do it,” I gasped.

He surged, and I groaned as his hips pressed up against mine and his balls caressed my ass.

“Oh my god,” I looked down at where we were joined. “Michael—we’re not virgins anymore.”

“Sure aren’t,” he smiled.

“Now what?” I asked uncertainly.

“Now, I do this…” He pulled out slowly. I gasped in surprise at the feelings going through me. I masturbate, of course, but that’s so different. He almost pulled entirely out, before he slowly slid back in.

“Yes,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“God you’re so fucking tight.” Michael growled. “Mine. You’re mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly. “Fuck me like I’m yours!”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He went slow at first, building the tension between us. He was hitting that spot inside me, the spot that I had heard of but didn’t think existed. With every thrust I was moaning loudly. My legs went around him, pulling him even deeper.

“Fuck, Michael.” I gasped.

“Kris,” he said as he picked up the pace.

“Yes! Fuck me harder!” My head fell back, and he kissed my neck almost frantically as he thrust deeper, harder, and faster inside of me.

“Ohhh my fucking God,” I cried out, “I’m going to cum! Michael, fuck!”

“Cum on my cock,” he gasped. “Cum all over me Kris.”

Well, that pushed me right over the edge. I almost screamed as the pleasure ripped through me and I clamped down on his cock. With a grunt, he shoved as deep inside of me as he could go and I felt his cock spasm and twitch.

“I’m cumming,” he said, “Fuck!”

“Michael,” I cried, “I’m cumming, oh I’m cumming. Cum inside me, oh please. Please.”

I felt him filling me up with his cum, until finally his balls emptied out inside of me. He collapsed onto me, and I put my arms around him. His softening cock was still inside me. I covered his face in kisses, thanking him between each one.

“Can I say ‘it’ now?” I asked him.

“Say what?” He pretended not to know.

“That I love you.” I confessed.

“Yes, you can say that now.”

“I love you Michael,” I kissed him long and soft.

“I love you, too.” He gave me that crooked smile again.

When he was getting hard inside of me again, I smiled sheepishly at him. “Ready for round two?”

“My arms are way too sore,” he whined.

I pushed him off of me, ignoring the cum that leaked out of me and onto the bed. “That’s okay, I’m ready to ride you now.”

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As I sat back down at the fire, Lucas looked at me with a reassuring look. “You okay, Jamie?”

“I will be, Lucas, I will be. But now, not so much.” I just stared into the fire and slid down my chair for a bit, the hum of conversation around me fading into silence as my thoughts took over.

It had been hard to tell Sam all of that, but it was something I needed to do. I was sure that we would always be close, if not together – which I do want – but also was not going to ask Sam to wait. It’s not right, too, and fuck, now, I couldn’t – not after Josh.

Okay, I’m not a guy that has double standards. I do, though, just tend to fuck up a lot – love that self-destruct relationship button. So, if Sam is keen to do something when I get back, okay; if not, I’ll have to settle for very close friends – on the same level as Gav, Dave and Adam, I hope. It’s my mess – I have to live with the consequences.

Movement to my side bought me out of my inner world as Lucas passed me a can of soda. I smiled and mouthed ‘thanks’. Lucas was looking at me with his concerned face on – I’m guessing he knew I was deep in self-torment and filled with doubts after the call from home.

Sipping the opened can, I slid deeper into the chair, looking up at the darkened sky. “Lucas. The sky looks amazing, like black ink, with diamonds scattered all over, you reckon?”

Lucas nodded. “It’s beautiful out here. Hey, how are you doing buddy?” Lucas could read me like a book and I knew my emotions were on display now. I couldn’t help it – it was overwhelming. I looked at Lucas, forming the words in my throat. “Um…I”

“Hey Jamie,” one of the guys across from me, Mike, called out. The two of us looked over towards Mike.

“We’re all heading up to the observatory in a little bit. Y’all are welcome to ride up with us if you like. Our camper is all set, so we don’t have to pack up like you guys. Y’a can catch a lift with us.”

I turned to Lucas, opening my mouth and was about to correct Mike about the brother thing. Lucas gently shook his head for a second mouthing ‘it’s okay – let it go.’ People just assume that we’re brothers – I guess the family resemblance is strong enough to confuse most.

“We’d love that, Mike. Thanks’.” Lucas smiled back at him.

..o0o..

Rolling around in my camping swag, I could hear Lucas’ gentle snoring beside me. I unzipped the side a little, looking out. It was a beautiful clear morning. Just after sunrise, the morning star was still visible. I just lay there for an hour and watched the sunrise, taking in the beauty of another day, determined that I needed to get my life in order.

After an hour spent saying goodbye to our new friends, it was time to head off to the Hoover Dam and Las Vegas for the night. We headed out along the highway towards the Hoover Dam. While the countryside is more like Western or South Australia, not around my parts, but still that familiar semi-arid look, it was comforting.

“Hey, Lucas!” I Iooked over to see what my navigator was up-to – he’d been quiet for a while and he was napping. I shook my head. ‘That guy could sleep on a wire fence, I swear.’ We’d only been on the road for a little bit, but the warmth of the truck and gentle rocking had put him off to sleep. I laughed a little and settled back into driving. ‘I think I like the lower states – they remind me of home.’ I knew he was asleep, and I was talking to myself, but what the hell. As I stared out the windshield taking in the panorama that was unfolding all-round me, I settled back to enjoy the scenery for the next three hours. I slipped my earbuds in and cranked up my playlist. The music flowed through me, ok, and I started to sing along too. You know that feeling you get when the sun is gently shining on you, the scenery all around is interesting, almost inviting. This truck was making the miles just melt away. I looked over at sleeping beauty. Luckily my singing wasn’t too loud, bad, but not loud. He wasn’t waking anytime soon.

..o0o..

“Oi, sleeping beauty – we’re here.”

A groggy, sleepy Lucas started to stir. “Where are we, Jamie?”

“Shit, really – you don’t recognise this place – really?”

Lucas slid upright in the seat, looking out the windshield, “Oh Fuck! Hoover Dam!”

“Dammmmm… you’re a clever one there, buddy.” My pun about Damn-dam was lost on him. I laughed at my joke anyway.

We made our way after asking around for directions to the start point of the tour through the Power Plant. Then I was off to enjoy the mid-afternoon heat of the valley on a canoe ride along part of the river, then stooping it off with a cooldown swim in Lake Mead late in the day. The heat was really starting to kick in. Fuck, it was hot well into triple digits!!

After cooling off a bit in the water, I looked across the shoreline a bit. “Hey Lucas, look… those guys skiing. Reckon we could find out if there is any space on the hire boat?”

“Shit yeah! Can’t have a day out at the lake without a ski – that’s a güvenilir bahis mistake we’re never going to come back from. Let’s wander over and have a look-see.”

As we made our way over to where the boat was launching from. I heard the unmistakable Aussie accent drifting over every now and then. I smiled and nodded to Lucas in the direction of the guys on the beach.

Lucas walked over and spoke to the driver of the boat while I made my hellos to the people on the bank.

Lucas came jogging back up to me. “Jamie, the driver said they were about to pack it up for the day. These guys are all skied out. We can go now if we want – they’re pretty cool about it. Let’s go!”

“Yes, fantastic!” I hurriedly said my goodbyes and headed down to the boat. “Do they have spare gear? Want me to run back up to the truck and grab our wetsuits, Lucas?” I was like a kid all excited and wanted to get this boat on the water.

“You packed our wetsuits?” Lucas shot me a confused but happy look, “Damn Jamie, that’s a good move!” he exclaimed, pulling me into a side hug.

As I arrived at the boat, Lucas made all the introductions. The driver and spotter wanted to know if we’d done much skiing before. Winking at each other slyly, we both said we were novices. “Can we ski two-up, you-know, for support?”

“Sure, no problems guys. Just tell us if you’ve had enough or if the speed is good, okay?” Pete our driver asked, giving us the run through on how to start in the water, hand signals etc.

Once we were pulled up and skiing along, there was a long glassy smooth patch of water coming up Lucas spotted. “Jamie, wanna have a barefoot, buddy?”

“Sure,” I laughed. “The guys on the boat are not going to know what hit them. How about you head out a bit of the wake and signal me when you’re ready, Lucas, then we can step off at the same time.”

“You’re on.” Lucas flashed a broad smile. I don’t think he’s had much of a chance to ski for a while.

Every opportunity we get, he’s so up for it. So, after a flurry of hand signals to the boat driver, who was reluctant to speed up at first, we finally reached the speed needed to step off. These guys were good operators and could see when we signaled up past what would be normal fast skiing, plus starting to crouch down, they got that we weren’t what we’d pretended to be. Pete and his offsider were enjoying the show we put on for all.

The guys in the boat knew we’d played them, and were laughing it up too. It was a fantastic way to round out the day. Pete, who was originally from the Gold Coast – Queensland, and his girlfriend that ran the tour boat and ski school, were from Las Vegas, so we planned to catch them a little later that night at one of the casinos.

The only downside was when we got back from a few ski runs: the guys on the beach had some ice-cold beers out and wanted to play. I thought it might be a good idea to sit this one out and just head in to Las Vegas, get set up and go for some dinner tomorrow night. Lucas was pissed – he wanted to play, but was okay with it eventually, kinda.

All the way back in the truck it was the same line repeated in various ways: Lucas reminded me that I was going to have to make it up along our trip, because our first night in Las Vegas would be quiet with a few beers and dinner – “Really, Jamie, is that the best we can do?” Lucas wanted to paint the place red on our first night in Las Vegas.

..o0o..

Finally pulling into our apartment in Las Vegas for the night, we were both like little kids still over excited about our day out at the Dam and Lake Meade. And as for the quiet night, okay, we made up for it the next two though – they weren’t so quiet. I’ve never been to so many Casinos and bars in my life. It was awesome, and yes, no social fails either!

Lucas, although, did well – very well – with his new friend, Jessica, heading home somewhere between Casino number three or four. I had the job of picking him up from Jessica’s place the following morning after packing our stuff up and checking out. He managed to get out of that lightly.

I wasn’t pissed with Lucas leaving me with all the work that morning: it was a fun night. I’d had a few offers but kindly turned them down, so if I’d wanted to play up, I had the opportunity to.

Arriving to collect my very hungover cousin the next day, I did the right thing and came bearing coffee and pastry. “Morning, Lucas. Here…” and stuck the coffee at him.

“Shhh, don’t be so loud, you ass!” Someone looked like death warmed up, I smirked.

“Nice way to say ‘hi’ Lucas,” I grinned at him, and got a ‘fuck off, Jamie’ mouthed at me as Lucas said his goodbyes and promised to call Jessica, before quickly scrambling into the quiet of the truck and off down the highway.

“Guess I’m driving for a bit, Lucas?”

“Please. I’m going to just pass out here and die for a while. See you in the white light.”

“Hmm, big night, huh?”

Lucas just looked at me with that half-asleep smile. türkçe bahis “It was a great night,” and blew me a kiss.

..o0o..

Two coffee stops, four play lists, seven slaps to Lucas’ face with no result while he was passed out, and almost four and three quarter hours later, we pulled into Phoenix, AZ.

It was time for Lucas to wake up. Gentle slaps to the face were not doing it, plus, he’d wriggled across the seat some and was leaning the other way, so his face was out of easy striking range.

‘Hmm, I guess I could be an adult and just gradually call his name in ever increasing volume, but where’s the fun in that?’ Pulling an ‘oops’ face, I reflected, ‘Seriously Jamie, if people ever find out that you’re having the odd conversation with yourself, might finally get you committed.’

Ah-ha, I know exactly what do to: I reached over, aiming for his nipple. Yep!

A quick pinch and I retracted my hand at light speed. “Oh, and sleeping beauty finally wakes.”

“Ah, where are we, Jamie?” Lucas slowly stretched to life, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and his strongly sore nipple.

“Tucson, AZ!” I said with a hint of a smile, on both counts.

“WHAT?” Lucas sat up like someone stuck a cracker up his butt. “I thought we were stopping in Phoenix. What the fuck Jamie?”

“Nah, I’m only play ‘n with ya. We’re in Phoenix.” I playfully slapped him on the arm as we slowed, looking for the apartment block.

“Come on – move your butt so we can check into the apartment quickly. I’ve had enough of driving to last me for the day. The sooner we get done, we can walk down to ‘Wet ‘n’ Wild’. It’s only a 20 minute walk, bud, I’m sure.”

“Frick’n awesome! I could do with a swim!” he exclaimed, as Sleeping Beauty paused for a moment, looking outside the truck. “Wow, it looks hot out! What’s the temp, Jamie?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit warm – the temp has been on a steady rise since 10am leaving Las Vegas. It’s now a summery 110F out.” I raised my own eyebrows at that – it seemed so much hotter saying it, after watching the outside temp rise steadily, plus the public heat weather warnings popping up too. “I know I’m from Australia, but yeah, that’s getting there in the hot stakes, buddy.”

“Sweet Jeez, can we just drive please to the theme park? I’m gonna melt walking in that heat in my condition.” Lucas turned on the sympathy face.

“Okay, for fuck’s sake. Let’s unload at the apartment then head on over. I think we can call the whole ‘you owe-me-I-owe-you’ bullshit square now Lucas, okay?”

“Alright, but you’re taking advantage of my condition, though,” he pouted with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Your self-inflicted condition, of drinking too much booze and going home with Jessica, you mean?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” he chuckled, with an eat-shit grin on his face.

“So, what’s Ryan gonna think of you hooking up with someone?” No sooner had I said that, I just bit down on my lip – idiot-Jamie-idiot, Jeez!

Lucas shot me a ‘you-can’t-be-serious’ look, but didn’t go on with it, “Okay, so my new all grown up Jamie still has a few kinks to work out, I guess. Sorry, Lucas – that was uncalled for.” I said looking down at the floor somewhere.

“All good, you idiot.”

That got me a backhanded slap on my chest and a quick pinch of my nipple “Ouch!” He must have remembered that, bugger! I thought I got away with it, ha-ha.

“Look, there it is!” Lucas pointed thirty yards along the roadway.

“Yeah, that’s the apartment complex. Great.” I steered the truck into the carpark, switching it off.

We had our stuff out of the truck and in the room in record time. In under an hour we’d unpacked, showered and changed into our swim gear – also threw a change of clothes in the truck for afterward, just in case we wanted to head straight out.

We must have looked a treat: we both looked like tightrope walkers on an imaginary line across to the truck. My well-learned trick childhood trick during long hot Australian summers of walking barefoot on the painted lines and spotting in the shadows across the carpark like land bridges came in handy.

“Hey Jamie, remember when we were kids, we’d pretend that the hot spots of the pavement were filled with alligators and the shadows and lines were islands or docks, we had to jump between without getting -”

“Eaten!” we said in unison.

So, after navigating the carpark alligators, I climbed into my truck. “Oh fuck!” I said louder than intended. You could almost hear the sizzle of my ass and back of my legs burning on the hot seats of the truck. Yes, I left the side windows down so the truck didn’t reach over temp, but forgot about the seats heating up. Idiot!

Lucas laughed and shook his head at me, “Obviously if you’d listened to Josh some, instead of trying to jump on him, you would have learned about the remote start feature of your truck, Jamie, and the climate control kicking in to cool the cab before we get in.”

“Smartass,” I güvenilir bahis siteleri said under my breath, lifting my legs up and down, “I’ve gotta grab a towel to sit on, I can’t sit on these seats. Fuck it!”

After spreading a towel on the seat and refraining from punching Lucas who was taking great delight in laughing at me, we headed off towards Wet-n-Wild. “Hey Lucas, what do you think? An awesome way to spend the afternoon and sunset buddy?”

In no time at all, we pulled up at the water park and repeated the carpark dance again. “Gotta find my Havaianas. Where the hell did we lose them, Lucas? You lost yours too, yeah?”

“Fuck knows how we do this sometimes, Jamie.” We both laughed as we arrived at the ticket booth. The look on the cashier’s face was priceless. I shook my head.

“Yeah, gotta give it to you Jamie. I was all for just staying in our room for the afternoon and emerging in the cool of night, but this is awesome, running back and forth from pool to slide and back again. When we grow up and have kids of our own, we’ll have to make sure there is a water park nearby.”

“Ha-ha, and we’re in the same hemisphere too, would be a help,” I said, grinning at Lucas, while floating around in the pool inflatable, waiting for tonight’s movie to start up. “Wow – look at the skyline – it’s changed to a beautiful pallet of color, red, pink and orange,” I marvelled as the sun was slipping down below the horizon.

“Hey, Jamie.”

“Yeah,” I floated over to where Lucas was.

“Do you want to have kids one day?”

The look full of expectation on Lucas’ face was cute. “Yeah course I do, but it would be wrong for us to, you know, being closely related and all.” The look of confusion on Lucas’ face morphed into a smile.

“I didn’t know what the hell you were talking about at first, plus you’d be the one pregnant – not me, Jamie.”

I laughed,” Imagine the cash we could make, right! We’d be rich! But seriously, I want to start a family in the future before that idiot Mason does. Would be good, but I’m not going to rush it. I’ll admit that I’m not mature enough to parent at the moment, but find the right guy, and I’d be set.”

“Guess I’ll have to find a nice girl to settle down with or-”

“Or surrogate, you know.” Lucas was looking a little unsure of himself, “If your or my partner was unable to have children, you know. I’m not trying to be a dick or anything, just, you know, say’n.”

“Chill buddy, I get it. I don’t think they allow surrogacy in OZ, so I’d have to do it here or adopt. But I have thought about it, you’d be ok here in the States.”

“You’d make a great dad one day, Jamie. Your kids would never be bored, that’s for sure.” Lucas laughed.

“Can you imagine, if we both had kids that were close in age like us two. Oh my god, the trouble that they could get up too… like us all over again.” I slapped Lucas on the shoulder and smiled. His flotation chair spun around, so I had to wait a rotation to continue.

“Yeah, that would be funny. My kids could visit their Aussie cousins and swap holidays between the US and Australia.” I grabbed Lucas’ floating chair it was driving me nuts turning around.

“But they’d have to school here, you guys spell color and tire the weirdest way,” Lucas smirked.

“Piss off. You Americans mangle the English language.” I replied with an indignant look on my face.

“Right, and the Spence family down under is such a well-spoken lot too. You don’t realize how differently y’all speak to Gav and the rest. It’s like American, the vernacular with an Aussie accent, just plain weird.” Lucas teased, poking his tongue out.

..o0o..

It was like a tidal wave had just swept over the pool as a sea of kids surged in to get ready for the movies to start. “Too many kids now, Lucas. I think they must be shutting some of the rides and getting everyone here for the movies to start. Wanna go and get changed?”

I didn’t even wait for the words to fully leave his lips. “Lets. Leg it.” Seems my Australian-eez had rubbed off on Lucas more than he thought. We made a beeline for our locker and the changerooms, only to be greeted by a horde of children and parents trying to organise them. It was like an annual cat roundup – kids going everywhere.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey Lucas, let’s just grab our stuff and wrap towels around us and get cleaned up back that the apartment?”

And with that, we made our way out the gate, back to the truck. This time I used the remote start on the truck and opened the windows, so we didn’t almost vaporize when we first opened the truck up.

It hadn’t taken much to let the heat escape the cabin, plus running the climate control on flat out with the windows down for a few moments to air it out had us on our way quickly. “See, I was listening to Josh, smartass Lucas.” I still think I’ll have burn imprints on my legs for a few weeks from earlier though.

“Lucas,” I yelled out as I walked into the bathroom of our apartment, turning to face him and smiled, “you’re in charge of the entertainment tonight, okay? Sports bar to start with, then I wanna see some entertainment.” I was stripping off my trunks and waiting for him to get his ass out of the shower.

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I fetched the two bottles of wines and we circulated those between us to refresh ourselves for the next course of the evening. But before the next course could be served I needed to unwrap Annabel who was still fully dressed. I stepped over to the bed and offered her my hand so she could stand up.

We kissed for a few minutes until I gently turned her around to face Emere and Asoese who were both lying on the bed spooned into one another facing us with expectant looks on their faces. I didn’t want to disappoint them or Annabel as I stood behind Annabel, wrapped my arms around her hot body and leaned down to snuggle & kiss her soft neck. She smelt so good… All warm & sweet, but with a smell of a woman ready for sex & love that man has sensed since his caveman days. I loved the touch of her hair on my face & neck as I kissed her warm, tender neck.

My hands finally left her stomach and came north to the top buttons of her blouse and I very slowly unfastened each one in a very slow smooth action as I continued to kiss her neck. Kissing her neck in this way meant that I could see right down the front of her chest so I could literally admire my handiwork as I continued to unbutton her blouse and see her breasts as more of her skin came into view as each button was undone.

Once every button was undone I slowly ran my hands back up over her blouse to cradle her breasts in my hands through the blouse I had no need to worry on that score, I had their rapt attention. I slowly eased the sides of Annabel’s blouse apart so the ladies could see the white lacy bra underneath that cradled & supported her breasts. I fondled her breasts through the bra for a couple of minutes while I teased her earlobe with my tiny kisses & lips.

Annabel ground her ass back into my groin in appreciation of the feelings & desires I was generating in her body. Her nipples were hard under the lacy cups and in need for release so I eased my fingers into her cleavage to undo the clasp at the front of her bra. My thick builder’s fingers made hard work of undoing the clasp by which time all three ladies were laughing out loud at my efforts. Finally it came undone and I eased the cups off her heaving breasts.

Her nipples endured & were tormented by my finger tips for a few minutes making Annabel groan loudly as she ground harder against my now hardening cock. Emere and Asoese started fondling each other as maybe a subtle hint for me to speed up the show a little. I slid my hands down to fondle her through her leather skirt for a few minutes before undoing the skirt and carefully peeling it off her hips. As the finale for the show I reached up to her shoulders and very slowly divested her of her blouse and bra.

Annabel stood there in just her crotchless tights and her high heels, looking fucking beautiful. I just wanted to eat her amazing pussy again.

I wandered over to the sofa and threw its cushions onto the floor to soften the floor for what I had in my mind for the next course of the degustation menu.

I lay down on the cushions looking forward to what & who was going to cum next.

“Annabel, please kneel down over my face looking towards my feet. Slowly the light levels dropped as Annabel’s thighs filled my vision as she settled down over me and the aroma of her hot wet pussy filled my nostrils as it lowered down onto my lips. I was back in heaven and we hadn’t started yet. I let her pussy settle on my lips and I placed small kisses on her skin, tasting her juices on her lips from her earlier orgasm.

My arms curved upwards and backwards above my head so I could take her lovely ass in both hands to stimulate, tease, & torment her over the next fifteen minutes or so. I had every intention of slow cooking her next orgasm out of her over the next fifteen to thirty minutes. I was never going to have such an evening as this again in my life so I wasn’t in any rush as I wanted to savour every minute with and every millimetre of all three ladies throughout the night.

Annabel reached down and gave my old man a few gentle strokes to harden him up. There were sounds of movement from the bed and moments later my legs were eased apart and then I felt a warm moist tongue lick the underside of my balls and then up the sensitive underside of my cock. Annabel’s fingers pealed my foreskin back and a pair of warm, moist lips kissed the tip of my cock.

‘Game on,’ I thought, not knowing whether it was Emere or Asoese kissing the tip of my cock. A warm tongue stated to lick the swollen head of my cock whilst a hand gently cupped my balls.

I gently sucked on Annabel’ pussy lips, pulling each one in turn between my lips while continuing to feel her güvenilir bahis ass.

The lips on my cock eased apart and took my manhood in her mouth. Within a couple of minutes she was deep throating my entire length. And just as I was really enjoying it the lips left my cock and returned down to lick, suck, and then I felt a pair of thighs either side of my hips as the unknown lady sank down on my cock.

I couldn’t see who it was without moving Annabel and I had no intentions of doing that; so instead I released Annabel’s ass and reached forward to search out my mystery lover. Running my hands over her legs & hips I thought it was Emere by touch and Emere by reason of having already shagged Asoese. But to be sure I reached up to fondle her tits. Yes it was Emere.

The next moment both ladies eased in towards each other and Annabel removed my hands from Emere’s tits and replaced them with her own as they started to kiss. I ran my hand slowly down Emere’s body & thighs for a couple of minutes as my mouth released Annabel’s now swollen pussy lips. My tongue eased between her lips to savour the wet insides of her pussy and the sweet nectar it contained. Fuck, I loved eating this woman. It was going to be hard to let her go back to her family and not be able to hold her warm body in my arms. So I was determined to make the most of her right here, right now.

Emere seemed to have forgotten my old man was buried deep inside until he twitched and swelled slightly in response to my enjoyment of Annabel’s pussy. Emere reminded me she hadn’t forgotten about me by giving my old man a gentle hug with her pussy muscles.

Asoese left my balls to Emere’s pussy and probably started fondling Emere judging for the sighs but hey! I had a gorgeous pussy spread on my lips and a tight pussy enveloping my cock… You can’t have everything!

Emere started to move very slowly on my cock, almost imperceptibly at first as her and Annabel caressed, fondled, & kissed one another. For my part I started to focus on Annabel’s delicious pussy, leaving the topside activities to take care of themselves, I slid my tongue about half an inch into her pussy and then started to lap it along the length of her juicy slit, feeling her swollen lips brush along the sides of my tongue. Annabel squirmed in appreciation while still administering to Emere. There was a steady flow of juicy nectar running along my tongue. As I ploughed backwards & forward along her furrow I moved my hands back to her nyloned ass & thighs.

The erotic feel of nylon made my old man more horny and he swelled some more inside of Emere and she wriggled atop of my hips in appreciation as well. Every now and each time Annabel jerked upright as electric pulses from her clit arced through to her brain. My hands were thoroughly enjoying the firmness of her thighs and the silky feeling of the nylon; I was almost salivating from that pleasure. It would have been hard to distinguish if I was salivating or not with the amount of Annabel’s juices flowing over my tongue & down my throat.

Emere was starting to rise up the feel of her smooth love tunnel gliding over my old man was increasing my heart rate and my breathing.

Suddenly there was movement topside as Annabel sat upright and drove my tongue deeper into her gash. A warm foot touched the side of my ribs and then another on the other side. Asoese had stepped over me in between Annabel and judging by the feel of her toes pointing towards my armpit that meant her cum filled pussy was now directly in front of Annabel’s face.

Emere’s hands touched my stomach as she reached to grip Asoese’s ankles to massage & fondle Asoese’s spread legs. I let my hands drift forward off Annabel’s thighs to reach forward to touch Asoese’s warm legs and start massaging her shapely calves as that was as high as I could reach. Sometimes my hands met Emere’s hands who seemed to be cruising on Asoese’s thighs and ass.

Annabel adjusted her position slightly and I was able to reposition my arms around her thighs to reach upwards more than I could before. My hands ran up the front of Asoese’s thighs very slowly until I almost reached the Vee of her thighs only to find Annabel’s face meshed tight into Asoese’s pussy. Her tongue hungrily licking her out; lapping out the spunk I had so recently injected into her pussy. Emere’s hands brushed over mine. It appeared as if all hands led to Asoese’s pussy, only to be thwarted by Annabel’s tongue already lapping deep inside her.

I reversed my hands and eased them backwards onto Annabel’s breasts. Her nipples were rock hard bullets in her heightened state of arousal being part of such a sensual my tongue türkçe bahis pleasuring her pussy and clit, added to my fingers tormenting her hardened nipples; all added to her tongue eating out Asoese’s pussy and probably Emere giving her an occasional horny caress.

This was a night of sex that none of us would probably ever experience again. I just couldn’t believe being in this position – flat on my back with a young lady I’ve lusted after for many years sat on my face with her drenched pussy dripping onto my tongue. Add to this I had a young Fijian beauty gently riding my cock, her velvety love tunnel cruising slowly up & down my hardened meat. And finally there was another Fijian beauty within reach if I so desired running my hands over her smooth, warm, firm thighs. Yes, life couldn’t get any better than this!

I could hear the sound of a wet pussy being eaten out as well moans from the ladies as they took care of each other as Annabel quickly bought Asoese towards an orgasm with her tongue, aided by Emere fondling Asoese’s breasts from behind.

The pace started to pick up as the ladies stimulated each other towards orgasm. Emere started to focus on riding my cock rather than playing with Asoese, although I could imagine Emere with two fingers thrusting into Asoese’s sodden pussy as she rode my old man. I hardened even more as I imagined that scene above me of Emere riding my cock with one hand on Asoese’s hip for stability and her other hand, drenched in Asoese’s juices, thrust between Asoese’s thighs as her fingers thrust deep into Asoese’s pussy; with Annabel’s tongue still lapping Asoese’s pussy from the front. Asoese would be struggling to remain standing with her pussy being pleasured so enthusiastically along with Annabel fondling her tits as well.

There was a whole lot of movement going on topside. I could feel Asoese’s feet rubbing against the side of my ribs as she squirmed at all of the loving attention she was receiving from Emere and to round everything out I had Annabel grinding her pussy hard down on my face.

I was struggling to breathe through my nose as it was buried in a wet sea of hot flesh as Annabel rubbed herself hard down on it. I had to breathe through my mouth, timing it carefully as I swallowed all of her juices following out of her tasty pussy. My hands gripped her nyloned clad ass so I could get her into a rhythm of riding my face that was in keeping with my alternating cycle of breathing and swallowing.

If Annabel eased backwards more than normal then my protruding tongue would rasp across her erect clit, making her ride & thrust even harder on my tongue, nose and lips. I was almost drowning, with an edge of panic starting to creep into the back of my mind that I could drown or suffocate down her during her impending orgasm.

With my thighs pressed tight together my balls were packed upwards and Emere was slamming down on the hard, pounding them into submission with her pussy as she rode me for all she was worth. Fuck, she felt so good. She would be an incredible lady to fuck on her own, let alone as part of this soon to be orgasming foursome.

Asoese was the first off the rank; the stimulation of Emere’s two fingers plundering the depths of her pussy while Annabel lapped her clit raw and mauled her erect nipples was just too much. A low wail escaped for Asoese’s lips as the fire started to consume her from her pussy outwards; soon to change into a scream as Annabel squeezed hard on her nipples and her breasts. I could feel the power of the orgasm consuming her as her ankles & legs shook & tightened against my ribs. The vibrations and movement in her legs threaten to rub my sides raw as Annabel and Emere tore into her pussy. I even felt a few drips of juice land on my chest as she creamed her way through an incredible orgasm.

I was starting to struggle for breathe as my hands fought with Annabel’s hips to keep in a regular cycle of movement so I could continue to breathe and swallow. I was starting to edge towards desperation, thus making my heart pound in my chest and my tongue lap at her pussy & clit like a madman. All of the feverish activity with my mouth & tongue was too much for Annabel.

Annabel was still lapping at Asoese’s pussy during the flood of Asoese’s orgasm, running her tongue on Asoese’s clit; whilst her hips focused on driving her pussy hard over my mouth she had never experienced or enjoyed so much sex before in her life. She had certainly never experienced girly sex until this week in Fiji, and she certainly enjoyed this new, more, tender form of lovemaking and sex. She couldn’t get enough of these feelings and the touch of another women’s hot body against güvenilir bahis siteleri hers. Added to this she was receiving $50,000 for shagging a workmate for a week in an island paradise; she just couldn’t believe her luck. She just didn’t want it all to end; but she couldn’t hold back on the orgasm that she could feel building deep inside.

The orgasm started as a dull ache in the pit of her stomach and then started to build into something more physical. Her nipples felt like they were throbbing but at the same time her pussy was alight and ready to burn her down with its own feeling of intense need for relief. Her brain struggled to work out what needed attending to the most; before finally deciding both needed attention at once. Annabel’s brain needed to manage the lust & need that was now screaming throughout her whole body and the only sensible response was to move one of her hands down to her clit to relieve the ache & the need there.

Annabel just didn’t know where to turn or what to do next; so she instinctively tugged at her nipple eliciting a painful response, while at the same time thrusting her forefinger hard against the raw nib of her clit. No matter how hard she rubbed & abused her clit the need for relief just seemed to grow unabated. She could feel my tongue running across her pussy, and she could feel my nose buried inside her at times. She could also feel the slight pain of my finger nails embedded in her ass and hips as I fought to maintain my airway as she ground down hard on my face.

From her nipples to her clit seemed to be a roaring furnace that consumed her very soul as her brain & body finally surrendered and tore into one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. The tips of her nipples were extremely sensitive but she couldn’t instruct her hands to stop squeezing & tormenting the rock hard buds. Electric shocks seemed to arc from her pussy to my tongue and her forefinger but she couldn’t stop that either. Then her body’s natural fire system came into play as her pussy released a wash of juices to quell the inferno that was her clit. She bucked & fought to get off my tongue but I stayed latched onto her hips and drank my fill from the torrent of nectar washing down over my face. I swallowed as fast as I could, while at the same time allowing Annabel to lift up a little so I could start breathing through my nose at the same time.

While all of this was happening my own body had gone into fight or flight mode as my brain thought I was starting to drown in Annabel’s juices. My hips bounced up & down trying to throw the ladies off so I could escape & survive the drowning. This fight for survival by my brain wasn’t viewed in the same way by Emere sat astride my hard cock. To her my urgent, hard, deep thrusts felt like I was fucking the arse off her, this wild ride was one of the most intense fucks she had ever experienced, especially while finger fucking her best friend at the same time. She felt my cock & pelvis slam hard into her time & time again so she just hung on for the ride. Her pussy muscles instinctively clamped down on my cock and held on. My balls slapped hard against her making it an incredible sensation for both of us.

Once my brain registered it was going to survive drowning by pussy, it switched to the second basic instinct after survival which is… Fucking. My core of hard meat was pounding into Emere and my cum-filled balls were slapping hard on Emere’s pussy; and it just became just too much for both of us at the same time. I heard a long scream from up top and Emere started to violently shake on top of me as the first long rope of spunk fired hard from my balls through the rifle barrel of my cock deep into the depths of her pussy.

“FUCK,” I screamed deep into Annabel’s pussy as I shaked, thrust, bucked, and shook my way through an orgasm that drained the last drop from my balls.

Emere’s pussy milked me for all it was worth as her muscles clamped & released my prick continuously. Emere had run out of energy and was sat still astride me as she let her orgasm subside with my cock still rooted deep inside her. At this point Annabel fell to one side and curled up on the floor, taking Asoese into her arms, cuddling her tight to her. I reached up for Emere and saw the look of a lovely lady looking serene after an intensely satisfying fuck for both of us.

I pulled Emere down and we kissed very passionately while trying to take breaths as the hot embers of orgasm slowly started to cool inside both of us. My arms enveloped her shoulders and back as we kissed and eked out the last moments of our orgasm as my cock softened inside of her. Eventually she rolled off to the other side from Annabel and I turned to pull her into me and lay her head on my chest. I reached down with one arm over her shoulder to gently cup her breast and she reciprocated by reaching down to gently cup my tender spent balls in her warm hand.

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Chapter VII – Ray’s Friday

Friday morning we went shopping. I was going to give him lots of opportunity to practise compliments. We were shopping for clothes. It sounded like a good opportunity to get a new wardrobe and to challenge his masculinity.

The first women’s clothing store I stopped at, he wanted to wait outside. Needless to say, I dragged him in. He really wasn’t too excited about being there with me. I asked his opinion on everything, cotton blouses on sale, polyester skirts that were knee length and jackets that covered everything. Before long we had a sales girl following us.

“What do you think dear,” I said, holding a white and black checked blouse up to my chest, “Does this suit me?”

“Umm, I guess.”

I turned to the sales girl, “What so you think?”

“Well, the checks make you look wider…”

“Ray, are you listening?”

“What? Yeah…”

Again, I turned to the sales girl. “What would you think about a guy who says ‘Umm, I guess’ when you ask him about clothes?”

She answered quite promptly, “I’d think he didn’t care about me.”

“Did you hear that, Ray?”

“Yeah…”

I put my hands on my hips and looked him in the eye, “So what do you think I should wear?”

Ray got a wicked gleam in his eye and looked around the store. He went over to a rack of sheer nylon blouses and began to go through them. I knew what he was going to do before he found what he was looking for. I grinned to myself. If that was what would get him interested, so be it. Sure enough, he came up with a see-through blouse. It’s only saving grace was the two breast pockets that doubled the material in front.

“What about this?” he said with a grin, holding up a purple and blue flower print blouse.

I looked it over, “What do you think,” I glanced at the sales girl’s name tag, “Carla, got it in my size?” I held it up to my chest.

Carla looked it over. “The colour isn’t right for you, let me see…” She began rummaging through the rack.

She came up with a yellow and orange blouse and a pink and red one. I turned to Ray. “Which colour do you think?”

Ray hesitated, “The yellow and orange brings out the highlights in your hair, the pink and red match your warm skin tones. I think I prefer the yellow.”

I was amazed. He had gone from not caring to complimenting after one choice. He just might be rescue-able! I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

We went through the same kind of debate over a skirt. I thought he would want a short micro-mini, but he fooled me. He preferred the knee-length pleated wool skirts. He choose one to match the colours of the blouse. He even managed to compliment my legs when he commented that it brought out the subtle curves of my calves.

He had done such a wonderful job of complimenting and choosing, that I decided to give him a thrill. I asked Carla to show me the change room so I could check the fit of the new clothes. I knew that my black lacy bra would show through the blouse, but I didn’t care. I stepped out of the change room and twirled in front of him.

“Well, what do you think? Ray? Hello! Earth to Ray?”

Ray dragged his chin of the floor, wiped the drool off his chin and said profoundly, “Uhh…”

“Oh, you don’t like it,” I said, pouting.

“No, no, I like it! Believe me, I like it, I just… ah… well it … it looks really good on you! Really good! But… ah.. I can see your… ah… bra.”

“Oh? Can you? What do you think Carla, can you see my bra?”

Carla giggled and nodded. She knew, as I did, that you could almost see the individual threads of the lace.

“Well then,” I said, “I guess I will need a new bra or just go bra-less.”

Carla spoke up helpfully, “We have some flesh tone bras that don’t have any lace or seams in the cups. Would you like to see them?” She knew my large breasts needed the support that a bra provided.

We went over güvenilir bahis to the lingerie section and Carla brought out four bras in various flesh tones. I felt the cups of each one and then passed them to Ray. He was turning red, but he gamely rubbed the cup of each one. The third one suited him, “This one, it feels silky enough to suit your soft skin.” He blushed a little more deeply as he realized what he had said. I gave him a big smile.

I tried it on and it did look good. You could still see it behind the blouse, but it didn’t leap out (neither did my breasts). We paid for the clothes and went on down the street.

Three hours later we returned to the hotel. Ray was carrying the multitude of boxes that held my purchases. He had continued to make good choices and shower me with compliments. The last store we visited had had some wonderful negligees which I had modelled for Ray. I could almost see his pecker grow down the leg of his jeans when I came out and pirouetted in front of him. The last one I put on, showed most of me if he wanted to see, and he did.

In my room, Ray put all my purchases on the bed. I turned him to me and kissed him on the mouth. Just as he started to put his arms around me, I stepped back.

“Thank you for your help. That was a most enjoyable shopping trip. This afternoon I have some appointments to keep. You need to make a reservation for dinner and dancing afterward. You might also think about something for tomorrow night. Leave a message on my phone as to the time the reservation is for. I will open the connecting door when I am ready. Oh, make sure you are dressed appropriately. I think I will wear that cocktail dress we bought.” I pushed him out of the room as I was talking. “See you later.”

* * * * *

I was being pummelled by the masseuse when the crazy thought hit me. The only way Ray was going to learn about pleasing a woman was if I gave him lessons. Lessons on me. Lessons that he could take back to apply to Sylvia. I needed to let him use my body as a practise dummy. The big question was how to start out.

Let’s see. Could I come up with a guide? Sex play. The rules of engagement. I would need to come up with some suggestions. Compliments, politeness, presents, attention, protection, flirtation. What else? Then foreplay. Touching, kissing, caressing, undressing. And finally two at play.

Ok, I had the basis of a guide. Now I needed to put it into action. He was already good with the compliments and the attention. Tonight we could explore the protection and flirtation and maybe even the presents. Then on to foreplay.

I was interrupted at that point, the attendant was ready for the pedicure and the manicure. All I had to remember was sex… err… six, four, two.

* * * * *

I was under the hair dryer when the guilt struck. There were more than two people involved here. I was fine with my husband. We had agreed. He had known what might happen if I was left alone too long with Ray. He had not minded, he had even jumped at the chance to be with Sylvia.

I, on the other hand, had not had the explicit permission from Sylvia that Fred had given me. Ray seemed fine with things, but if he was thinking that Sylvia was just one of his buddies, he had probably not thought it through either. Any thinking he did would be done with the little head he hid in his pants.

So, how would Sylvia feel? How would I feel if I was in Sylvia’s position. I shivered. Caught in a marriage with an unfeeling ignorant… Ok, maybe not unfeeling, but definitely ignorant lout who treated me like one of the guys. And Sylvia was out with my husband! I am sure something will happen there!

I would probably be thankful for anyone who could erase that woeful ignorance.

Let the games begin! All I had to remember was Sex, four, two.

I felt moist already

* * * * *

I slid though the connecting door at precisely 7:00 pm. Ray was stretched türkçe bahis out in the easy chair watching a football game. He looked up at me as I waltzed in and twirled before him. I thought about what Ray was seeing. The cocktail dress was dark forest green at the hem fading to a pale green at the shoulders. The large band under the bust was printed yellow and orange flowers. It was an Empire style made from pleated chiffon that hung from my hips and flared as I turned in my new 4 inch stiletto heels.

My new hair style, new clothes, makeup, manicure, pedicure, massage, and facial made me feel like a million dollars.

Ray was stunned. The first words out of his mouth were, “Holy shit!”

I turned my back on him and walked out of his room. I closed the connecting door and stood in my room seething. How could he! What kind of a comment was that! His buddies might find it pleasing, but I definitely didn’t. I paced up and down my room trying to control my temper. Finally after about 5 minutes, I once again walked through the connecting door and twirled in front of him.

Ray appeared not to have moved. The first words out of his mouth this time were, “Roberta, you take my breath away! You are absolutely gorgeous!” He quickly rose to his feet and presented me with a small box that had been sitting on the arm of his chair. “It is certainly not a beautiful as you, but here is a small token of my… admiration.”

I took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a small corsage, a white rose bud just beginning to open.

How could I be mad at this provoking man? One minute he is crass and the next he is gracious and refined.

“May I?” he asked, offering to pin it to my dress. Without a word I handed it to him. He slipped one hand under the shoulder strap of my dress and carefully pinned it on. “There, that should be safe.”

The contact of the back of his fingers with my shoulder sent a jolt straight to my lower belly. Before he could step back, I planted a quick kiss on his cheek. “That was very thoughtful. Thank you.”

* * * * *

Dinner was delightful. He had taken me to a fine Italian restaurant on the top of a large neighbouring hotel where we had eaten a pleasing meal with wine involved in every course. We sat enjoying a glass of wine having just finished dessert.

The tables were set beside a large dance floor where a live band was playing. The lowered ceiling, lattice dividers and various plants in the dining area made it possible to talk over the sound of the music.

I had brought the note pad and pen from my room. On it I listed the six words from my Sex, Four, Two lesson plan and handed it to Ray. “Do you know what foreplay is?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied, “it’s like cuddling and stuff before… ah… you know… you do it.”

I rolled my eyes, “Yes, well I suppose that is one way of looking at it. But before you get to foreplay, those six words need to be studied and instituted carefully. Can you tell me what each one means to you?”

“Well, he started, “Compliments are like when I tell you how great your new hairstyle looks.”

“Why thank you! Continue.”

“Ah, politeness is like when I hold the door for you or ah, take your coat or lift heavy bags.”

“Good…”

He glanced at the paper, “Presents are things like the corsage…”

I reached over and pushed his hand holding the note down to stop him. “And you have to be very careful with presents. One rose in a corsage is one thing. A frying pan for Christmas is another.”

“Ahh, yeah? How is that different?”

I smiled a frosty little smile, “Frying pans are for cooking. Are you implying your wife is JUST a cook?”

Ray grimaced. “I see your point.” He paused, looking at the list. “Attention is listening to what she says and …”

“And noticing changes – like my hair – and her emotions. She will tell you without words how she is feeling. You need to read those güvenilir bahis siteleri things carefully.”

“Hmm. If I could do that we wouldn’t be here.”

I put my hand on his and gently stroked the back of it. “Maybe, but first you have to know that women are not men and they don’t react the same way. I think you are learning that this weekend.”

He glanced quickly at my hand where it lay on his and then looked at me. He didn’t move his hand. I smiled at him.

“Uh,” he continued brightly, “protection. Is that like setting up a security system at home?”

I smiled and continued to stroke his hand. “Sort of, except it is a feeling that is hard to define. She needs to feel safe and secure wherever she is, especially with you. You need to show her that she is safe and protected.”

“How do I do that? Beat up every mugger in sight?”

“No, you only need to put yourself between her and every mugger in sight. I think we can test that one later. Carry on.”

“Ok, flirtation.” Ray snorted. “That’s what’s not allowed at work. No sexy talk, no raunchy jokes, no touching the opposite sex, no dating.”

I laughed. “Sounds about right to me! Ok. Now that you have the idea, let’s test them in practise. I would like to dance so let’s move over to a table by the band.”

Ray signalled the waiter and ordered us another bottle of wine. He also explained that we were moving. The new bottle arrived just as we made ourselves comfortable near the dance floor and the band.

Ray stood and held out his hand. He nodded his head at the dance floor and raised an eyebrow. I took his hand and stood. “You can touch me to dance, but no liberties!” He smiled as we went to the floor to join the other couples.

After three dances we sat again. “Thank you,” I said, “you are a great partner, you really get into the music!”

He gave me a wry grin, “Sylvia taught me and its easy when you have a great partner.”

We sat out the next two numbers. I was casting glances around the room, looking for one of those good time Romeo’s that usually hang around dance halls. Sure enough, half way through the third number, a suave looking, tall, dark, handsome man with a pony tail oozed up to the table and with practiced ease and said, “Would the beautiful lady care to dance?”

I looked at Ray. He was ready to kill, but the stranger was bigger, more muscular and younger than he. Ray looked at me. I mouthed the word ‘protection’. Finally he spat out, “The beautiful lady is with me.”

Romeo glanced at Ray, then back to me, “And what does the beautiful lady say?”

Ray stood, fists clenched, “If she wasn’t such a beautiful lady, she would say that she doesn’t dance with slime-balls, but since she is such a beautiful lady, she would say bugger off.”

Romeo raised his hands, palms out and backed up a step. “My apologies to the beautiful lady, sorry for interrupting.” He turned and oozed his way to the bar. Ray sat, glaring at his back.

“Now that,” I said, taking one of his fists in my hand and uncurling the fingers, “is protection. Let’s dance.” I dragged him willingly to the dance floor where a slow, quiet number was playing. I pasted my self to his front, put my arms around his neck and snuggled my face into his shoulder. I could feel his hands go around my waist, pressing gently on my lower back. He felt rigid in my arms, but he soon relaxed as we swayed to the music. His hands gradually slipped lower.

* * * * *

Outside our rooms, I slipped my card into the lock and opened the door. I still held Ray’s hand. I pulled him to me and whispered, “We are still dancing.” Then I kissed him on the lips. Hard. I felt his hands go around me. He gave me a hug as we kissed, one hand slowly moving down to press hard against my left butt cheek. I could feel a long steel bar pressing against my stomach. His left hand slipped to my other butt cheek and he squeezed them both. My tongue slipped out to pry open his lips and soon tangled with his tongue.

I am not sure how long we stood there. Finally the elevator opened and a woman stepped out. I pushed Ray away, smiled and said, “Good night.” I slipped into my room and closed the door.

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Sonra pantolonunu çekti ve biz de hadi bir daha indirelim diye oyuna çevirdik, sürekli indirip şeyine bakıyorduk. Sonra köyün delisi bizden sıkıldı ve kümesten çıkarak gitti. Biz halamın oğluyla baş başa kalmıştık fakat ikimizin de enerjisi tavan, gözlerimiz parlıyordu. Yine gülüyor ve oyunlar yapıyorduk sonra halamın oğlu da pantolonunu indirdi ve bana sikini gösterdi ben de tabii gözlerimi ondan alamadım ilk defa böyle aynı anda iki erkeğin şeyini görmüştüm. Sonra pantolonu yukarı çekince ben de tekrar onunkini indirdim ve biz bunu oyun haline getirdik. o da benimkini indirdi benim altımda külot vardı ve külotumu da indirince amımı gördü.

Gözlerindeki o şehveti anlatamam bir anda gözleri yerinden çıkacak gibi bakmaya başladı tabi ben de utandım ve pantolonumu yukarı çektim. Sonra tekrar indirip baktı ve biz bunu artık oyun haline getirdik. Bir o benimkini indiriyor bir ben onunkini fakat onun artık ereksiyon olduğunu anladım ve penisi kalkıyordu. Benimkini gördükten sonra artık iyice kalkmıştı ben de açıkçası ona arzuluyordum pendik escort fakat nasıl olacak ve ne olacak bilmediğimiz için oyunla bunu yapıyorduk.

Sonra yine benimkini indirdi ve üzerime doğru atladı ben yere düştüm o da hemen üzerime geldi ve beni öpmeye başladı. Ben de dur yapma ne yapıyorsun falan diyordum fakat sonra öpmeye devam ediyordu içten içe hoşuma gitse de bir yandan da korkuyordum. Sonra üzerime çıktı kendi pantolonunu indirdi ve benimkini de indirmeye başladı, ben de artık kendimi rahat bıraktım aslında bağırsam çığlık atsam köyden birileri gelirdi fakat bir yandan çok hoşuma gidiyor ve çok merak ediyordum ne olacak diye. Üzerimde sürtünürken bir sıvı hissettim ve dokunduğum da beyaz beyaz sıvılar gördüm üzerime boşalmıştı sonra kalktı ve biz hiç konuşmadan üzerimizi toplayarak ayrıldık.

O gece öyle bir içimde kalmış ki ilk defa rüyamda orgazm oldum hem de halamın oğlu benimle sevişirken ben de rüyamda bunu yaşadım. Ertesi gün rüyamın da etkisiyle tekrar onunla sevişmek için yanıp tutuşuyordum fakat nasıl olacaktı bilmiyordum. Tekrar kümese gittim ve onu beklemeye başladım zaten birkaç dakika içinde yanıma geldi ve tekrar pantolonumu indirdi, ben de onunkini indirdim yine beni yere yatırıp üzerime çıktı, bana sürtünüyordu. Bu sefer daha uzun sürdü fakat artık yavaş yavaş bana dayamaya başladı. Canım yanıyordu fakat ne olacağını çok merak ediyordum onu içimde hissetmek istiyordum. Ben de kendimi ona doğru bastırıyordum ve sanırım sikinin başı artık amıma girdi. Küçük bir acı hissettim halamın oğlu hemen içimden çıktı ve tekrar boşaldı sürekli erken boşalıyordu salak.

Her neyse ben eve gidince bir baktım külotumda ümraniye escort kan var bekâretim bozulmuştu fakat kendimi hiç kötü hissetmiyorum tam tersi daha fazlasını istiyordum. Ertesi gün tekrar gittim ve hemen arkamdan kümese geldi. Tekrar üzerime çıktı bu sefer tam yarısına kadar soktu ve yine üzerimde git gel yapmaya başladı. Artık beni sikmeye başlamıştı çok hoşuma gidiyordu beklediğim kadar canım acımamıştı ve aslında küçük bir penisi vardı şimdi düşününce bunu anlayabiliyorum tabi o zamanki aklımla anlayamıyordum. İkimiz de kıyafetlerleydik benim eteğimi sıyırmıştı ve o da pantolonundan penisini çıkararak beni bu şekilde beceriyordu. Hem keyif alıyor hem canım yanıyor hem de merak ediyordum ve ben de o anda ilk orgazmı yaşadım.

Öylesine şiddetli bir şekilde orgazm oldum ki o anda halamın oğlunun dudaklarına yapıştım ve ısırdım hatta çocuğun dudağı kanadı. O da boşaldı ve yine üzerimizi toparlayarak çıktık artık bunu sürekli olarak yapmaya başladık. Ben kümese gidiyordum o da arkamdan geliyordu ve beni yere yatırıp sikmeye başlıyordu. Artık bu konuda profesyonel olmuştuk tamamını içime sokuyordu ve artık her gün daha uzun sürede beni sikiyordu. Hiç eve dönmek istemiyor ve sürekli olarak halamın oğlu tarafından sikilmek istiyordum. Fakat artık okullar açılacaktı ve annem beni eve çağırıyordu gitmek zorunda kaldım. Bir baktım o ay adet olmadım korktuğum başıma gelmişti hamile kalmıştım hemen halamın oğlunu aradım ve olanları anlattım o da bana para gönderdi ve ben maalesef kürtaj oldum.

O yaz tekrar köye gittim ve beni kümese çağırdı tabii ki ben de koşa koşa gittim çünkü onu çok özlemiştim bu sefer prezervatif getirmiş ve araştırmaları kadıköy escort sonucu bunu kullanmamız gerekiyormuş hamile kalmamak için. Zaten artık biraz büyümüştük de ben de bu konuda araştırmalar yapmıştım prezervatifi taktı yine beni yere yatırdı ve içime girdi. Hem keyif alıyor hem de artık daha fazlasını istiyordum çünkü hep kıyafetle sadece sikişiyorduk oysa ben sevişmekte de istiyordum. Bunu ona da söyledim o halde akşam annemleri göndereyim evde sikişelim dedi, tamam dedim. Bir bahane buldu ve halamları evden gönderdi biz odaya gittik ve tamamen soyunup ikimizde çıplaktık. Üzerime geldi dudaklarımı öptü bacaklarımı ayırdım ve benimkini yalamaya başladı.

Daha sonradan parmaklarını içime soktu beni bu şekilde orgazma ulaştırdı zaten çok kısa süre içerisinde orgazm olan bir yapım var. Ben de hemen onun üzerine çıktım ve onun penisini yalamaya başladım. Bu sene siki biraz daha büyümüştü artık tam anlamıyla erkek olmuştu buda benim hoşuma gidiyordu ve bir şekilde onu yaladım o da benim suratıma boşaldı. Geçen sene full sikiştiğimiz halde ilk defa sevişiyorduk ve ilk defa onu çıplak halde görüyordum o da aynen beni öyle görüyordu. Sonra beni ayakta duvara yasladı ve arkamdan içime girerek becermeye başladı bu sefer daha çok keyif alıyordum çünkü hep aynı pozisyonda yapıyorduk ilk defa böyle bir pozisyon denemiştik.

Seks hikaye Ve birkaç hamle sonra zaten erken boşalma problemi olduğu için hemen boşaldı bu sefer önlemimizi almıştık ve prezervatif kullanmıştık. Yaz bitti ve ben eve dönünce artık başka erkeklerle görüşmeye başladım. Başka erkeklerle sevişerek halamın oğlunu zamanla unuttum. O hemen benden vazgeçmedi sürekli beni yanına çağırıyordu fakat gitmiyordum. Hatta bir ara anneme laf atmışlar beni gelin olarak istiyorlarmış fakat tabii ki köye gelin olacak halim yoktu. İki yaz boyunca halamın oğlu beni sikti ve bekâretimi onunla kaybettim fakat bir daha onunla görüşmedim ve şu anda başka biriyle evleneceğim.

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Bir gün Sylvia`ya, Amber ve Michael isimli evli bir çift arkadaşları ziyarete geldiler. Niagara şelalesi civarında 15 günlüğüne tatile gideceklerini ve köpeklerini bırakacak yer olmadığını söylediler. Sylvia da kendi işleri nedeniyle vakti olmadığını söyleyince ben zaten yalnızlıktan canı sıkılan biri olarak memnuniyetle bakabileceğimi söyledim. Sevindiler. O gece Max benimle kaldı. Koridorun bir köşesinde ona bir yatak hazırladım, karnını doyurdu ve uyuklamaya başladı.. Bende yatağın içinde çıplak bir vaziyette, videoda porno bir film seyrederken , göğüslerimi okşuyor, bir yandan da pilli vibratörümü pembe göt deliğime yerleştiriyor, kendime masaj yapıyordum.. Gecenin bir yarısında, sikilememenin verdiği sıkıntıyla yatağımda dönüp dururken, Max`ın uyumadığını ve odalar arasında gezintiye çıktığını farkettim. İri ama sevimli bir köpekti. Simsiyah tüyleri vardı. Ona seslendim ve yanıma çağırdım. Yatak odama geldiğinde, ben yatağın ucuna çırılçıplak oturmuş vaziyetteydim. Başını okşadım.. Bu arada Max, ıslak dilini bacak arama doğru getirip sikimi ve taşaklarımı yalamaya başlamıştı.. Uzun ve ıslak dili taşaklarımdan pendik escort sikimin başına kadar bir aşağı bir yukarı geziniyordu. Şaşırdım ve Amber`in Max`ı bu konularda iyi yetiştirdiğini düşünerek zaman zaman bu köpekle seks yaptığını anladım. Belki de Michael, Max`a sikini yalattırıyor ve onu götünden sikiyordu.. Max çok dikkatli ve şehvetli bir şekilde sikimi yalamaya devam ederken ben de elimle onun sikini okşuyordum. Taşakları benimkinden büyük sayılırdı ve kıllarının arasından uzanan siki pembemsi bir kırmızılıkta dışarı çıkmıştı.. Demek, Max amcık veya yarrak yalarken siki kalkıyordu. O halde sikmeyi de becerebilirdi. Aklıma gelenleri gerçekleştirmek için yere halının üzerine yattım ve 69 pozisyonunda, Max`ı üzerime alarak sikini ağzıma aldım.. Köpek hala daha benim sikimi ve taşaklarımı yalıyor ve hırıltılar çıkartıyordu. Kırmızı siki iyice büyümüştü.. Sertliğini dilimle hissediyor ve ağzımın içine sokup çıkarmasını sağlıyordum. Bu arada, hemen çekmeceden dildomu çıkarttım. 17 cm uzunluğunda 4 cm çapındaki dildoyu götümün deliğine yerleştirerek içime ittim. Sokup çıkartırken Max beni izliyordu.. ümraniye escort Götümün açıldığına iyice kanaat getirdiğimde onun siki hala dimdikti.. Dizlerimin üzerinde durarak kollarımı yatağa doğru uzattım ve kalçalarımı Max`a göstererek “haydi gel oğlum” dedim.. Max bu komutu bekliyormuşçasına arkama geçti ve ön ayaklarını sanki omuzlarımdan tutar gibi koltuk altlarıma getirdi. Ben de iki elimle kalçalarımdan tutarak açılmış olan deliğimi sikinin hizasına getirdim ve “pompala ” dedim.. Max söz dinledi ve sikiyle deliğimi bularak başını içime soktu.. Hızlı hızlı gidip gelmeye başladı. Tıpkı bir genç adam gibi sikiyordu beni.. Her pompalayışında tüylü ve büyük taşaklarını kalçalarıma vurduruyordu.. Ben de bu arada elimle sikimi tutmuş, sıvazlıyordum.. Max`ın tüylerini sırtımda hissettikçe içim gıcıklanıyordu.. Max durmak bilmeden sikiyordu benim o güzel deliğimi.. Marcus`un o müthiş yarrağından sonra, hele hele Tommy`nin muhteşem roketinden sonra Max`in siki ince sayılırdı ama yine de uzun zamandır sikilmeye hasret küçülmüş götümü dolduruyordu.. Birden Max`ın kasıldığını farkettim. Olanca gücüyle ve kadıköy escort büyük bir hırıltı ile içime boşaldı. Sıcaklığını hissettim. İçimden çıktığında, spermleri götümün etrafına yayılmıştı. Siki hala kalkıktı.. Sonra bir hareketle önüme geçip kuyruğunu kaldırdı. Ne istediğini anlamıştım. Götümün etrafına bulaşmış olan Max`ın spermlerinden bir miktarını Max`ın götüne sürdüm bir krem gibi.. Sonra kalkmış olan sikimi yerleştirdim ve abandım.. Aynı onun beni siktiği pozisyonda, doggy style denilen şekilde şimdi ben onun arkasındaydım. Demek ki Michael, Amber`in sikemediği güzel götü yerine Max`i sikiyordu. Köpek benim sikimi dibine kadar aldı içine.. Ben de boşta kalan elimle onun sikine 31 çektiriyordum.. Siki o kadar sıkı ve sıcaktı ki, bir mengene gibi sikimi kavrıyor ve basınç uyguluyordu. Birkaç defa gidip geldikten sonra ben de Max`in götünün derinliklerine boşaldım. 15 gün süresince Max ile karşılıklı götlerimizi sunduk birbirimize.. Hatta bir seferinde, onun beni sikerken birkaç pozunu, ayarladığım fotoğraf makinası ile çektim. Marcus`a göstermeyi düşünüyordum.. Belki bana bir köpek hediye edebilirdi yalnızlığıma ortak olsun diye.. Köpeğime ilk erkeğim olan İgor`un adını vermeyi düşündüm. Amber ve Michael geri döndüklerinde, Max ile ayrılışımız çok hüzünlü oldu.. Kendisini iyi beslememe rağmen, en az 3 kilo zayıflamıştı Max.. Sahipleri bu zayıflamanın nedenini sanıyorum anlamışlardı.

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Selamlar ben İstanbuldan Erdem. Sizlere en güzel anılarımdan birini anlatmak istiyorum. O zaman daha 17 yaşındaydım. Üst katımızda oturan Ayfer teyze diye bı bayan var. Yaşı 40 45 var ama afetmı afet oldum olası ona hastayım ve nasıl sıkıceımı bilemiyordum. Uzun bacakları dolgun kalçaları iki ayva büyüklüğündeki göğüsleri beni deli etmeye yetıyo öylede seksi konuşması varkı anlatamam. Bir gün evde kimse yokken bize geldi. Annen evdemı diye sordu Annemde ogun eve gelmıyecektı çünkü teyzemler gitmişti ama bekleyin birazdan gelir dedim içeri aldım. Sız oturun dedim ve odama gidip vsd porno fılım taktım ve sesini duyabileceği gibi açtım sonra yanına dönerek Ayfer teyze bışı ıçermısın diye sordum. Kola pendik escort istedi ve erdem o ses ne dedi kızmı aldın içeri dedi. Hayır dedim doğru sole gider bakarım dedi. Bende hayır Ayfer teyze dedim bakabilirsin dedim. Filmdeki kadınların ah uh sesleri dedim. Müzik yerine onları dinliyorum dedim ya dedi merak ettim bu sesleri dedi ve gidip odaya baktı. Terbiyesiz bole seylermı ızlıyosun dedi. Yaşın kaç dedi bende bılmıyomuş gibi bunlar nekı dedim. Babamın çekmecesinden aldım dedim tabı yalandan bılmıyomuş gibi yaptım. Sen böyle şeyleri canlı gordunmu hiç Hayır ama çok merak ediyorum dedim Kimse nasıl olcağını solemedımı hiç dedi Hayır dedim Hemen kapat filmi yanıma gel ama kimseye ümraniye escort söyleme tamammı dedi Tamam dedim Salondokı koltuğa oturdum hemen geldi beni soymaya başladı biraz utanıyorum ama bu fırsat kaçarmı Ayfer teyzeyi sanki Allah gönderdi herşeyımı çıkardı sadece donum kaldı donumun içine elini soktu kalkmış olan yarağı donun arasından çıkardı önce ufak bı öpücükle başladı yalamaya koyuldu. Ben adeta delırıcem bu arada bende onun o inanılmaz güzellikteki memelerini okşamaya başladım oda soyundu ve Önce amımı iyice yala. Yalamaya başladım yaladıkça inlemeleri zaten seksi sesiyle bı başka can yakıyordu. Am sularını salıverdi yaladıkça inliyordu dayanamadım ve başka neyapıcaz dedim. kadıköy escort Acele etme daha çok var dedi tekrar ağzına aldı benimkini. O kadar güzel yalıyodukı zevkten ölecek gibi oluyordum. Sikimin hepsini ağzının içine alıyordu. Dayamayıp ağzının içine boşaldım. Ne güzel yarağın var kocaman lan bu bu yaşta dedi. Benimkini yalayarak tekrar kaldırdı. Bak şimdi bunu amıma sokacaksın dedi. İçimden senden iyi biliyorum ama dedim neyse bembeyaz ama cıvık cıvık suluydu ve hemen hiç zorlanmadan soktum anına. Dayamamla köklemem bir oldu. Yavaş ol hayvan dedi. Ben bastıkça o zevkten bağırdı. Akşama kadar gotten amdan 5 kez sıktım. Sonra ona aslında oyun oldunu annemin gelmeyeceğini ve fımı mahsus taktımı söyleyince oda tatlı bı tebesumle anlamadım mı sandın salak dedi. Ama ilk kez onu sıktımı soledım. Dersi için teşekkür ettim. Yaklaşık iki uç sene bol bol sıkıştık. Sonra kız arkadaşlarım oldu onu bıraktım. Artık kızıyor bana konuşmuyor ama yaşlı bayanlara çok özel ilgi duyuyorum.

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