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I had an experience a few years ago that I want to share with your readers.

A close friend of mine, Steve, and I went fishing at a local lake, it was the middle of the week and there weren’t very many people out on the lake. We both love to fish, but we hadn’t been fishing together in sometime, so on this particular day, he called me up and wanted to know if I wanted to go fishing with him. There was no one at home, wife was at work and the kids were in school, it was the same for him. I told him, that I would love to go, and that it would take me a few minutes to get my fishing gear ready and that I would be ready when he got there.

When he got to my house I was not quite ready and invited Steve to come into the house while I finished getting ready. I told him I just had to find some shorts to wear and then I would be ready. Steve was wearing a pair of loose khaki shorts, T-shirt and sandals. I had a pair of shorts similar to his and decided I wanted to wear the same. As I was getting ready Steve followed me around the house; we were talking about fishing, wives and work. Steve being a man I didn’t think anything about changing in front of him, so I took off my jogging shorts and started to put on my khaki shorts. I looked up and Steve was staring at my cock, I didn’t think anything about that either, as a lot of men look at other men, just to compare. When he saw that I was noticed him staring, he kind of blushed and said ” I see you don’t wear underwear under your shorts either” I told him that I rarely wear underwear when I go fishing. It being a hot summer day I told him that I needed the extra ventilation. He laughed and told me he didn’t wear underwear under his shorts either and as he said this, he pulled the leg of his shorts up and exposed his half hard cock, which by the way was about 7 inches. He said that it felt good when the wind blew under his shorts and cooled his balls off. We both laughed and started out the door to go fishing.

While we drove to the marina I couldn’t help but glance toward his shorts every now and Ankara escort then, while we talked. I looked over at him once and the head of his cock was barely poking out of his shorts, this excited me and I am straight. I started laughing and told him that his horse was trying to get out of the coral. He looked down and pushed the head back inside, I told him I had the same problem with these shorts. We both kind of chuckled and I told him see, as I pointed down at my shorts, and there was the head of my cock poking out. And on the tip was a small drop of pre-cum.

I noticed that our cocks were similar in size and girth, except that he was cut and I wasn’t. He is semi hairy and I am not. My balls are fairly nice size with little hair on them and his balls were about the same size and a little more hairy. We both were in good physical shape, I worked out with weights and ran a good bit, where as Steve just ran and did a little cardiovascular workout only. We both had slightly graying hair; we were both only in our late 30’s.

When we got to the marina we launched the boat and were quickly on our way to our first fishing spot. As we were heading up the lake I could feel the wind blowing up my shorts legs and it felt so good, so good in fact I started to get another erection. I hid it pretty good under my life jacket, so he didn’t see anything.

After fishing for what seemed like an eternity and not catching anything we decided to find a shady spot and drop anchor and eat a bite of lunch. So we went up a creek channel and found a nice secluded spot to drop anchor and eat a bite. As we were eating we talked and drank a few beers. He was up on the main fishing deck and I was on the back fishing deck. We were facing each other as we talked and ate, I kept noticing while we talked that his cock was very visible, balls too. I don’t know why it excited me so, but it did. I told him again, that his cock was hanging out, he acknowledged that he heard me by looking down at his cock, then looked over at me and said, “your cock has been hanging out the Ankara escort bayan whole time”. I looked down and sure enough it was hanging out big time. I apologized and started to push it back in, he told me that it didn’t bother him, if it didn’t bother me. We laughed again, and I reached down and gave my cock a yank or two and told him that the wind felt good on it anyway. I told him how sweaty and hot my balls felt in these shorts and he agreed, as he pulled his cock out and started fanning it. I commented on how big his cock was, which surprised me. And he just looked over at my cock and said that mine was pretty good size too. I looked down at it in a kind of proud manner as I pulled on it a little. When I looked back up at him he was stroking his cock as well. Then he made the suggestion, that since we were in a secluded spot we could take our shorts off and really let our cocks get some fresh air. I quickly agreed with him and we started taking off our shorts and T-shirts. We both laid back in our respective seats while we drank and talked, all the while we both seem to be staring at each others cock and stroking our cocks at the same time, while we talked. I told him that sitting out in the open naked had made me horny and he agreed. I started really stroking my cock, and Steve did too. Then he asked me if I had ever touched another guys cock, I told that I hadn’t and he said that he hadn’t either. Then he asked if I minded if he touched my cock, I told him that I didn’t mind. He got up out of his seat walked to my side of the boat, kneeled down on one knee and just looked at my cock for a few seconds. And then lightly reached out and started stroking my cock with the tip of his fingers, as he did this I sucked in my breath and told him, “damn that feels good”. And then he grabbed my cock and jerked it up and down a few times. The whole time while he did this he was jerking himself off.

After what seemed like hours he stood back up and stared down at my cock while he was playing with his cock. Then I told him, that I wanted to touch Escort Ankara his too. He let go of his cock and pushed his hips at me, in a “go ahead gesture”. I gingerly reached out and started to rub his shaft, then his balls. When I looked up at him, he had closed his eyes and was moaning slightly. His cock looked and felt so good in my hand, I couldn’t help myself. I leaned down and took the head of his large fat cock in my mouth, it felt so hot and soft. Softer than I had expected. When he felt the heat of my mouth on his cock he reached down and started to push down on my head, like he wanted me to go down farther. I pulled back and told him to sit down and I would really suck him off. He sat down and I quickly dove down between his parted legs and took his cock back in my mouth and sucked and licked the length of is cock, from his balls to the top of his large mushroom cock head. I again took his cock deep into my mouth and as I did I was rubbing his balls. I could feel his balls rising up as they got ready to spew out his seed. I felt him stiffen and moan louder as he grunted ” I’m fixing to cum” I just kept sucking I just had to feel his spunk hit the back of my throat. 3 or 4 more strokes later I got my reward as he shot the first of what seemed like many loads of his hot cum into my waiting mouth. The taste was slightly salty but not all-together bad taste. After I finished milking his cock, I stood up and he saw the remnants of his cum on my lips. Then he said he wanted to suck my cock too.

I sat down and he started sucking and licking for all he was worth. He kept squeezing my balls and rubbing my ass as I pumped into his hot waiting mouth. I knew I was not going to last long. A few minutes later I told him that I was going to cum and that it felt like it was going to be a big one. He grunted and kept sucking faster, I felt the first wad of cum shoot out, and I kept shooting load after hot load into his mouth. I had never cum so much in my life. He kept sucking and milking my cock to get every drop. And when he finally let go we both sat down exhausted.

We both agreed that, we didn’t feel guilty, because we both still loved women. But that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take care of each other’s needs every now and then. And believe me we made it an almost weekly thing.

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The next morning Kelly awoke from a blissful sleep, as she did her young lover was sitting propped up on his pillow looking down at her. A smile came across his face as he watched her eyes flicker open, then he leaned down and kissed her. Kelly allowed the kiss for a few moments, then pushed him away.

“I really have to use the bathroom.” She said climbing out of bed.

Scott watched the sway of her naked ass as she headed for the master bathroom, he was disappointed when she came back wearing a robe. She sits down on the side of the bed and Scott leans over to caress her back, she tenses up this time as he touches her.

“Scott what we did yesterday and most of the night, I think it was wrong.” She said.

“Why was it wrong Kelly?” He asked. “I’m old enough, so you won’t get in trouble like those teachers you see on the news all of the time.”

“It’s just the age difference, the fact your going to school, I have kids, what would they think and what about your parents. What would they parents think?” She asked aloud.

“I guess we were so caught up, and we never gave it much thought.” He said rolling over to the other side of the bed to get his clothes on.

“I tell you what, gives a few hours to think, maybe you should go home and do the same, it’s eleven a.m. right now, come back around three p.m. and we will talk this over.” She explained.

“All right, I will see then.” He said as he finished dressing. “Bye.”

She watched him walk out of her bedroom, listened to him as he ran down the stairs, then she heard the front door open and close. She got out of bed and watched him run across the street to his parents home. Kelly then plopped back down on the bed, she lay on it for the longest time just starring at the ceiling, pondering the events that had just taken place.

She got up and went downstairs to the kitchen, a sudden memory flash came into her mind as she walked by the wall where they kissed so passionately yesterday afternoon. Kelly shook the thought out of her head, she made herself some coffee and some toast, then took it into the family room.

Kelly sat on the sofa and took a small notepad out of a drawer on the side, she wrote on one page everything she found attractive about Scott, the next page all of the pros of having a relationship with a younger man. Then on the next three little pages of the pad she wrote all of the cons of having a relationship with a younger man. Her only relief in doing this was, she could not find anything she disliked about him. Then she could not believe t

at she only gave herself four hours to think about this.

On another page she wrote what his parents may think and then on another she wrote what she thought her kids may think. She tore all of the pages out of the notepad and laid them on the coffee table in front of her. Leaning forward she sat there staring at them, her eyes darting back en forth among all of them.

Kelly then took out the pad again and wrote down how this would affect Scott, if she told him it would affect him adversely. But how would a relationship with an older woman effect him, what kind of life could they possibly have. Then she took all of the papers and balled them up, she got up from the sofa and threw them in the trash by her computer desk.

She went back upstairs and drew herself a hot bath, she filled it up with plenty of bubble bath and then proceeds to soak in it. She did her best thinking in the large garden style tub, and it was surrounded by plants and candles. This was her one true sanctuary when she was married, now it was the one place she could think of all of her problems and come up with a solution for all of them.

Finally the answer came to her, Scott was eight teen, so his parents could not do anything if they were to continue seeing each other. She’s divorced and her ex has no say in her life anymore, her kids would love to have Scott around more often. Then what about her, Ankara escort for the first time in a very long time she has met someone who shared so much in common with her. She decided she had been lonely to long, when Scott comes back over she would have him as her lover, her boyfriend, she would tell him she wants to pursue a relationship with him. She slipped further into the tub and in the back of her mind she hoped he would want the same thing.

Meanwhile Scott was back at his house, and he threw the mail down on the counter and saw two messages on the answering machine. They were both from his parents figuring he was out exploring the new town and what time they would be coming home. Scott erased them and went up to his room, he quickly changed into sweats so he could lift weights down in the basement.

Scott ran downstairs, he put some of his favorite hard rock compact discs in the stereo and began benching a couple hundred pounds. This was his favorite way to relieve stress and to think, after he did several reps he got up and added fifty more pounds. Then he achieved a personal best when he put on another fifty pounds, he huffed and puffed pushing the three hundred pounds up and down. When he was done, he set the weights down and grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat.

For the first time in his life it dawned on him what was going on, he was in love with his neighbor. Not only did he lose his virginity to her, but he also lost his heart, the young man was head over heels in love with her. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw he still had some time before he had to go back over.

This was going to be tough, and he thought, his parents would be pissed, then again maybe not, he never did relate well with girls his own age. He did not care whether they would accept his relationship or not, it was his choice to make. But what about Kelly what choice would she makes, if she is going to dump him and right this off as a fit of passion he would be devastated. Yet he made up his mind that even if she was to do this he would try even harder to pursue a relationship.

Scott decided to go back upstairs and grab a quick shower, then he shaved, dressed and left the house. He drove around browsing the few stores that were open in this new town on a Sunday, then he found one that sold roses, he bought a dozen red ones. He then found a jewelry store that was open and bought two gifts, one if she too wanted to pursue a relationship, it was a simple gold heart. He had the jeweler put a simple inscription on it ‘To the first woman I give my heart to, Love Scott’. The other gift was just a simple charm bracelet, yet he used what is in the conversation from the night before to have a couple of charms put on it with her kids birth dates.

Scott had the two gifts wrapped and then he hurried back to Kelly’s house, he rang the bell and waited. He was not disappointed, when Kelly came to the door dressed in a tight pair of jeans and a nice blouse with little buttons going up the front of it.

“These are for you.” He announced thrusting the roses toward her.

“Oh why thank you Scott.” She chimed. “Let me get a vase for these so I can put them in water. Why don’t you go ahead and sit down so we can talk?”

“All right.” He said

He went into the living room and sat on the couch waiting for her return, and she did with the roses put into a vase. She placed them on one of the stands that was in the front hallway of her house and then came into the living room sitting down next to him.

“Well do you want to go first or shall I go first?” She asked.

“Let me tell you how I feel first, but my stomach is doing somersaults right now.” He said to rub his palms onto his jeans. “Kelly’s I know we have only known each other for a week, yet I feel I have known you all of my life. Back at our old home I never had any luck talking to women or girls, however you would put it. With you it’s different, when I’m with Ankara escort bayan you I feel really good and you make it so easy and so comfortable to be around you. You know you are the first person I ever made love to and I think I have fallen in love with you.”

“Wow, and you said all of that in one breath.” She joked. “Scott, you make me feel special in a way I have not felt in a very long time. The time I have spent with you over this last week makes me look forward to spending more time with you. I actually look forward to coming home from work, I sit and wait to just catch a glimpse of you or too just to talk to you. Making love to you I guess you could say that was the icing on the cake, you were so passionate and vibrant, you made me feel so sexy and desirable. I love you too and I want us to continue this relationship, to see where it leads us.”

The two of them leaned in and embraced each other in a kiss, followed by many soft wet ones. This time Scott broke the kiss off so he could pull the two small jewelry boxes from his pockets.

“I never bought anyone jewelry before, so I hope you will like them.” He said to hand them to her.

“Oh Scott you shouldn’t have.” She said as her cheeks began to blush.

She opened the first one which was the charm bracelet that he pointed out the kids birth dates were inscribed on two of the charms. He then helped her with the clasp and get it on her wrist, then she opened the one with the heart necklace in it. She read the inscription and then turned so he could put it on her, when he was done she turned back around and pushed him back on the couch.

Kelly climbed on top of him and kissed him on the mouth, it was not long that the kiss picked up with a great deal of passion involved. Scott’s eager busy hands explored her body, while hers were unbuttoning his shirt. Then he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, then removing her bra, he broke the kiss off long enough to suck her large hard nipples.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm yes Scott, yes suck my nipples.” She moaned.

They continued kissing passionately on the couch when she finally stood up, she unbuttoned her jeans and he helped her slide her jeans, then her panties down. Then he quickly got his clothes off while she stood in front of him completely naked. Once he was ready, she climbed back on top of him and eased herself down on his big hard cock.

“Oh yes, oooooohhhhh, ahhhhhhhhahhhhhh.” She moaned aloud as she felt the hard cock push deeper and deeper into her pussy.

Soon she could feel he had his entire length fully into her and she starts to bounce up and down on it. Scott roughly holds onto the flesh of her ass, only to give her encouragement to continue riding him.

“Oh yes my love fuck me hard, yes fuck me, fuck me.” She moaned

“Oh Kelly, I love you, I love fucking your sexy body.” He groaned.

Once she had several orgasms riding him, she reluctantly got off of his beautiful cock and got up on all fours. She grabbed him by the wrist to show him how to get into position to fuck her doggie style. Scott gets behind her and lines his cock up to her pussy, with one thrust he pushes his big cock into her wet pink hole.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes I love getting it like this, I love having sex with my strong young man, oh yes, oh yes, oh, oh, oh.” She moaned over and over as his cock was gaining momentum.

“Oh god Kelly I can’t hold back much longer, but I’m going too cum.” He shouted aloud.

“Just a little more, little more oh baby I’m cumming too, oh god yes Scott makes me cum, let’s cum together, oh Scott fill me, fill me babies oh , oh , oh yes, oh.” She moaned wantonly.

Sure enough the two of them came together in unison, and they laid there for several minutes panting. Then Scott and she ran upstairs to take a shower before her kids got home, of course they ended up doing it in the shower as well. When they got done them both got redressed and watched some Escort Ankara television until they could see her ex husbands pick up truck pull in.

Craig Jackson got out of the truck, he looked to be about six foot and maybe a hundred and eighty pounds. The man had a five o clock shadow on his face and a look that this was some kind of great inconvenience for him. Kelly told Scott to wait inside while she went out to deal with her ex, sure enough he was bitching at her vehemently.

“Jesus Christ’s woman where the fuck does you expect me to put all of that junk I left behind.” He cursed at her loudly.

“Craig’s it is in my way, if you don’t take I will give it to good will with all of the other stuff I have set aside.” She explained hoping he would calm down.

“Dammit I will take a few things, don’t you dare give away anything, or you will just piss me off.” He said harshly.

Scott did not like this man, he treated Kelly like shit and he is definitely a bully used to getting his own way. Kelly made her way in the house with the two kids, but Scott kissed her softly on the lips, told she to keep the kids inside. Kelly was now worried that Scott was going to confront Craig and was afraid there was going to be a fight.

Scott nervously walked out to the garage where the angry man was rummaging through his things. Finally he worked up enough nerve to speak to his new loves’ ex husband, but he felt like a man having to protect what was his.

“Hey I’m Scott from across the street.” Announced Scott.

“Your parents bought the old Mason house, and they were fucking jerks.” He sputtered.

“Yeah, well I helped Kelly get this all organized and it would really make things easier if you would take all of your things today.” Scott said firmly.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you is boy, but I’ll do what I want, I come and go from here when I want. Shit boy she is lucky I still come around that bitch is a cold fish in bed and she will never find a man that will measure up to me.” He bragged. “Why do you think I left her ass, she is so lame in the sack, shit she let herself go from prom queen to q.e.2 if you know what I mean chubby?”

“Look I want you to take your stuff, get the fuck out of here, she will make other arrangements concerning your visitation with the kids if you are going to be hostile.” Scott said trying not to raise his voice or sound angry.

“Fuck you.” Said Craig.

With that her ex-husband took a swing, Scott remembered his training as a boxer, he was beat up once when he was little by a bully. His father took him for boxing lessons for a few years so he knew how to defend himself.

Scott easily blocked his blow and countered with one of his own, a roundhouse right to his jaw. Craig staggered back, dazed by the blow, he shook it off and charged at Scott, the young man side stepped him easily and hit him hard behind the head knocking him out.

While he was out, Scott took all of the stuff from the garage that belonged to him and stuffed in into his truck. Then he filled a bucket of water from the outside spick et, he dumped the cold water onto Craig who jumped up with surprise.

“Now I don’t want any more trouble from you, so take your stuff and Kelly will be in touch with you about different visitations.” Scott said with a confidence in his voice.

“Yeah I’m leaving.” He grumbled all the way to his truck getting into it.

Scott went back inside the house and Kelly ran over to him hugging him hard against her body. She then pulled his face toward hers and kissed him on the lips, she broke the kiss off so she could stand hugging him while looking into each other eyes.

“I love you, Scott, you were magnificent out there.” She beamed.

“It’s easy when you are defending the honor of your lady.” He said

As they stood embracing each other, the two kids were at their feet pulling on their clothes wanting attention. Then they heard the vehicle pull in across the street, they both looked at each other knowingly, they conquered one obstacle in their new relationship. The next one just pulled in and they would have to face up to his parents next.

To be continued…

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Karl controls his mother by stripping her naked and having sex with her.

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With Hugo having dragged her out of bed, Olga was naked but for the thin material of her well, worn, homemade nightgown. Right on cue, after already given the go ahead nod from his father to prepare his mother, Hugo seemed content to drink his bottle while Karl eagerly felt and fondled his mother’s exposed breasts and felt her ass through her nightgown.

“Touch me Karl. Feel Mommy’s tits,” said Olga in a low whisper.

Touching his mother where no son should, he felt her abundance breasts and fingered her erect nipples, while reaching around her to feel her round, shapely ass. He leaned his tall, muscular body down to her and parted her lips with his tongue. A son kissing his mother in the way that a man kisses his wife or his girlfriend was frowned upon in public but, so long as no one knew what families did behind closed doors, Karl French kissing his mother was acceptable behavior in the privacy of their barn.

“I want you so bad mother,” whispered her son.

Not taking the time to untie her, in an act of incestuous, sexual lust, having already removed her breasts from her nightgown and even though her husband had torn open most of the front of her nightgown, Karl cut the straps off her nightgown with his knife. She’s already sown her straps so many times before that it didn’t matter if she took a needle and thread to them again. As if claiming her for him and in a act of taking sexual control of his mother, he pulled the rest of the material of her nightgown down to her waist.

“Oh, Karl,” she gasped when he stripped her to her waist before correcting herself for the benefit of her husband. “No Karl!”

“You have a beautiful body mother,” he whispered with adoration.

No doubt, with both of them feeling it, there was something so intoxicatingly sexual and heatedly arousing about a man taking what he wants and when he wants it from a woman. Moreover, especially when that man was her son and that woman was his mother, Olga was not so genetically different from being incestuously aroused in the way that Karl was.

“I love it when you force me to do the things that I want to do to your body,” she whispered.

Living in a man’s world, although not much has changed, it was more of a man’s world then than it is now. Yet, unbeknownst to most men, even more so back then, women were always willing to comply with the sexual advances of a man, especially if the woman knows that the man will show her a good time. Olga’s son, Karl, was a not only a loving son but also a good and unselfish lover. Where his father was always in a rush to satisfy himself, Karl enjoyed taking his time to satisfy his mother first. He was so much better than his father ever was.

“I love your body mother,” he returned her whisper as if they were talking in church.

Even if it meant that she had to endure a beating from her husband, she was looking forward to something her husband never gave her in all he years they were married, an orgasm. Even if she had to endure a whipping from Hugo later after having sex with Karl, she was looking forward to the sexual satisfaction that her son always gave her. The pleasure that her son gave her was worth whatever pain her husband gave her.

“Thank you, my sweet son,” she said whispering while watching to make sure that her husband was still more interested in his bottle than in what they were doing.

Topless, still tied to the horse stall, and at the mercy of her powerful son, willing to do whatever he wanted her to do to sexually please him, Olga was so vulnerably exposed. With her large breasts immorally and immodestly exposed to him, Karl stepped back to stare at his mother’s naked chest before reaching out his horny hands to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and caress them.

“I love your tits mother. You have such big, beautiful breasts. I can’t get enough of them,” he said returning her whispers.

Showing him as much incestuous lust in her eyes for him as he showed for her, she watched him stare at her nakedness. Giving him a sexual look without any sense of embarrassment for being topless before her son, obviously by the sexy look on her face and the perverse look on her son’s face, she enjoyed exposing her breasts to her son as much as he, no doubt, enjoyed seeing his mother’s tits.

“Thank you Karl. It makes Mommy very happy that you love her big breasts,” she whispered with a smile for his compliment.

Only, her erected nipples were her excited undoing and her telltale sign of being sexually aroused. Seeing Hugo watching her reaction to her son staring at her tits, fondling her breasts, and fingering her nipples, she recoiled with feigned shame before looking down at her hardening nipples.

“No Karl! You mustn’t touch Mommy in that way,” she said as if she was an actress on stage playing the role of an embarrassed mother instead of a grateful lover.

No doubt, if her hands were free to make her part of feigned Ankara bayan escort embarrassment more believable, all part of her incestuous game of shame, as part of her unwilling victim role, she would have tried to fight off her son, slapped his face, and covered her nakedness with her hands. Only helplessly and defensively tied to the horse stall and limited in her show of outrage and humiliation by her vocal indignation and her facial expressions, she wasn’t free to do any of that. Then, when Hugo looked away and busied himself drinking, welcoming the amorous touches of her son, she stuck out her chest with pride. She looked up at her son to give him a sexy smile of sexual arousal instead of a feigned look of shame as he stared down at and felt her breasts while fingering her nipples.

“I love you mother,” he whispered turning to make sure his father wasn’t looking first.

Karl cupped her entire breast in his big hand while leaning his big body down to French kiss his mother. While exploring her open and welcoming mouth with his tongue, something her husband seldom did, he teased and coaxed her nipples to erect more. Then he slowly ran the palm of his hand across her nipples before fingering them, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them.

“That feels so good. I love it when you play with my nipples,” she whispered.

Filled with incestuous lust and unbridled passion, there was something more erotically sexual about a son having sex with his mother when his mother welcomed his sexual advances. Sexually forbidden, it was the wickedness of incest that made their union so much more erotically exciting. One could only imagine their passion if Hugo wasn’t present in the barn. Perhaps more and perhaps less, no one would ever know but one could only imagine their passion if they weren’t mother and son.

“You have such big nipples mother. I love your big nipples,” he whispered in her ear as if telling her a secret.

Olga looked down to watch her son finger, pull, turn, and twist her nipples with his right hand while feeling, fondling, and caressing her other breast with his left hand. Teasing him with her eyes, she looked up at him with sexual desire when he excited her. No doubt, if her hand was free and Hugo wasn’t there with them, she would have been feeling and stroking her son’s cock in the way that he was feeling her breast and fingering her nipples.

“Kiss me Karl while fingering my nipples,” she said in a low whisper.

With Karl’s big back blocking his father’s view, he leaned down to French kiss his mother again. This time Olga returned her son’s passion with her own by kissing him harder and deeper once he excited her by hardening her nipples. Even if Hugo had seen his wife’s passion for her son, obviously too drunk to realize that his wife was enjoying her son’s sexual attention as much as his son was enjoying having sex with his mother, father was to blame for putting mother and son together in this unholy, forbidden position. Only, before the invention of the radio, television, and the Internet, what else was there to do on a lonely farm in the middle of nowhere?

“I love your big tits mother,” he said whispering his lust for her in her ear while caressing her breasts and fingering her nipples.

The more he played with her nipples the more excited she became. Turning, twisting, and pulling her nipples again and again, he leaned down to suck her nipple, first one and then the other.

“Thank you Karl,” she said standing on her toes to whisper in his ear. “I love when you feel my breasts and finger my nipples. I love it when you take my nipples in your mouth and suck them before gently nibbling them.”

“You have amazing breasts mother and your nipples are so big and so hard that I just want to bite them while sucking them,” he said whispering in her ear so that his father wouldn’t hear the erotic game they played.

“Bite my nipples Karl. Bite them but not too hard. Nibble on them,” Olga whispered. “I love it when you bite my nipples only not too hard.”

Licking and blowing his hot breath inside of her ear, he aroused his mother’s sexual desire for her son. He undid the clips that held her hair up in the way she arranged it when sleeping and watched as his mother’s hair fell from her head, collected over her shoulders, and cascaded down her back and across her breasts as if she was Lady Godiva riding horseback naked.

“You look so sexy with your hair down mother,” he whispered. “With your long, chestnut hair and shapely body,” he said grabbing a handful of her round, firm, nightgown clad ass in his hand and pulling her to him, “Rachel looks just like you. When I have sex with you mother,” he said whispering his incestuous, sexual lust for his sister in his mother’s ear. “I imagine I’m having sex with my sexy, beautiful sister.”

She recoiled at the sound of her daughter’s name coming from her son’s lips at a time like this. Rachel had everything. Youth, beauty, and freedom from having to cater to every whim Escort bayan Ankara and whimsy of a husband. All Olga had was Karl and she didn’t want her daughter commanding the misplaced attention of her son’s lust in the way that she commanded the attention of her husband’s misplaced lust. Having heard enough of the incestuous, sexual lust that her husband held for his daughter, she didn’t need to hear the same incestuous sentiments from her son. Only, not wanting to ruin a good thing, she needed to tread lightly when it came to Rachel.

“Promise me you won’t touch your sister Karl,” she said after hearing a familiar sexual fantasy from her son that she’s heard so many times before from her husband. “Promise me you won’t touch Rachel,” she whispered staring up at her son with the same green eyes of her daughter. “For the future of our family and for the financial security of all of us, we must keep Rachel pure. Promise me you won’t touch your sister,” she whispered again moving her lips closer to his ear. “If you promise me not to touch your sister,” she said with anticipated sexual excitement, “I’ll make you happy with my mouth.” She impaled his ear with her tongue before running her tongue across her lips while seductively staring up at her son before whispering. “Would you like to cum in Mommy’s mouth again?”

“Oh, yes, mother. I so want to cum in your mouth,” whispered Karl while touching his mother’s lips with his dirty fingers.

“Would you like Mommy to swallow you again?”

“Yes, mother, I’d love for you to swallow me,” whispered Karl again.

“Promise me then Karl,” she whispered in the way of a prisoner making a deal with a prison guard for special treatment. “Promise me by swearing on your soul that your sister will remain safe from having sex with you.”

“Yes mother. Anything. I’ll promise you anything for you to suck me and for me to cum in your mouth again,” said Karl with as much sexual excitement as he had for her the first time she sucked him.

“Promise me that Rachel is safe from you and promise me that you’ll protect her from her father. It’s important that Rachel remains a virgin,” she said again and again in her attempts to penetrate the dimwittedness of her son. “With so much turmoil happening in Germany and for the financial future of all of us, she must remain a virgin Karl. Rachel is the only hope we have of living a better life. Do you understand? By marrying someone rich and powerful, Rachel is the one who can protect us from harm.”

“Yes mother, I understand,” said Karl looking down at her with even more excited lust as he had before she agreed to suck him and allow him to cum in her mouth.

“Promise me then Karl. Promise me that Rachel is safe from you and her father,” said Olga.

“I promise I won’t touch Rachel, Mother. I promise I’ll protect her from Papa,” whispered Karl while touching and feeling his mother everywhere before running a slow finger across her full lips. “I promise to keep her safe so long as you suck me, allow me to cum in your mouth, and swallow my cum,” he whispered with delirious with incestuous passion for his mother.

“Thank you Karl. You won’t regret your promise to me to protect your sister,” she said with a sexy smile. “I promise to make you happy, very happy,” she whispered.

With those few men who have ever seen Rachel, lusting over her in the way that dairy farmers lust over a prized bull, Hugo kept his daughter locked away until he was ready to marry her to a wealthy man. No doubt, as he had done wooing Olga so very long ago, fearing that his daughter would flee his farm for the first man that asked for her hand, he didn’t want men coming to his farm to woo his daughter and ask for her hand in marriage until he had arranged a union. Just as Karl promised his mother not to touch his sister and to protect her from his father from touching her, Hugo already made the same promise to himself to protect his daughter from the horny hands of his son.

Being that he was her father, being that sexual abuse was his God given prerogative, of course, he may touch, feel, and strip Rachel naked but he’d never violate her in the sacred way that he allowed his son to violate his wife. Further, not a stupid man, Hugo was fully aware of the financial rewards, the promised security, and the influential protection that a wealthy family wielded in Germany, especially during such a bad economic climate. By marrying his virginal daughter to a family of wealth, power, and influence, she’d finally make him happy that he had such a beautiful daughter instead of another strong, dumb son.

Without doubt, he’d protect his daughter from being violated by his son or by any man. Obviously by not dragging her from her bed and having Karl carry her out to the barn, as if it was his own idea, he had silently agreed with his wife’s commonsense that Rachel was worth more to a wealthy man as a virgin than as a scorned women that was sexually abuse by her father and brother. For the time being, she was worth more Bayan escort Ankara as a maiden than as a deflowered woman. For the time being, Rachel was safe from the penetration of his cock but not from his incestuous stares, gropes, touches, and feels of his horny hands.

“Suck me mother. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,” whispered Karl.

When Karl moved his finger slowly across her lips, as if his dirty finger was his cock, Olga licked her son’s finger clean before taking it past her lips and inside her mouth to suck. Swirling her tongue around his finger and licking his fingertip in the way she’d suck and lick his cock, she teased him with her mouth and tongue. With her husband, oblivious to their incestuous antics, napping against a support beam, they were safe to continue their forbidden, sexual union. Gently and silently moving her head back and forth and side to side, as if she was sucking her son’s cock instead of his finger, she stealthily and silently sucked and licked his finger in a secretive way so her husband wouldn’t awaken and notice their incestuous passion for one another.

“I can’t wait to suck your big, hard cock Karl,” she whispered her sexual excitement with delight.

“I’d rather be with you, mother, than with Rachel. You’re so beautiful. You’re so sexy. I love your shapely body,” he whispered his lust in her ear while reaching his horny hand down and around to touch his mother’s ass beneath her nightgown before moving his hand forward to feel her between her legs. He cupped her pussy before parting her bushy lips with his big finger to penetrate her wetness. Suddenly the barn was filled with the musky odor of Olga as Karl fingered and rubbed his mother to a silent orgasm. “I love you Mommy,” said Karl kissing her, feeling her breasts, and fingering her nipples again with his other big hand.

Where Hugo was a slam bam two minute fucking kind of man, Karl was the master of slow, erotic foreplay. Taking his time touching and feeling his mother’s body, it was just as obvious that he loved feeling his mother as much as she enjoyed being touched by her son. Only, when Hugo abruptly awakened from his short catnap to take another drink, playing the abused victim, Olga voiced her displeasure with her son for the sake of her husband. Hugo suddenly stopped drinking and leaned to peer around Karl. Hugo watched his son incestuously feel his mother while he fingered his cock through his pants.

“Karl, stop. Please stop. Don’t touch Mommy in that way. How dare you! That’s so wrong. I’m your mother and you’re my son. I’m not some cheap, dance hall whore you’d find in a bar in Munich,” she said talking louder for Hugo’s benefit before looking around her son to give her husband a practiced look of shame and humiliation. “You mustn’t touch Mommy’s breasts. Please don’t finger my nipples. How dare you finger my pussy! I’m so embarrassed. I so humiliated.”

“Judging by the size of your nipples Olga,” grunted Hugo while sitting up and leaning to the side to peer around his son again to watch him sexually abuse his wife. “I think you’re enjoying this mother and son moment of togetherness a little too much,” he said with a sick laugh and a big burp. “It appears to me that you want your son as much as your son wants his mother.”

“How dare you, you filthy, fat pig! You’re the one who commanded Karl to tie me and for you to–“

“Silence woman! You’re giving me a headache,” said Hugo temporarily stopping verbally abusing his wife to fortify his thoughts with another long drink from his bottle. “Is it because my cock is no longer hard for you that you suddenly want your son? Is that it? You’re nothing but a cocksucker, a dirty, whore of an incestuous cocksucker,” he said with contempt. “I know you love it when Karl touches you in that way, just as I know you love sucking his cock especially when he shows his desire for you by cumming in your mouth. As are all women, including my still virginal daughter, you’re all such wicked, conniving whores.”

Suddenly, as if being hit with a bucket full of cold water, Hugo became lucid enough to take control of the cruelty that obviously manifested within him and within his barn. Fueled, no doubt, by his misplaced frustrations along with copious amounts of alcohol, Olga was the one who needed to pay for her to obey. Having already voiced his agitation and his annoyance with the quickly changing events of a modern day Germany unfolding before his eyes, with everything in his daily life changing and with everything now so confusing, he was obviously angered that he was unable to control anything other than his family. Now, even with trying to control his family, he was having difficulty controlling his wife.

With women wanting more rights and becoming more independent controlling his family, especially his wife and daughter, gave him a obstinate time. They wanted equality, they wanted freedom, they wanted to be treated better, they wanted what he was born to have and what he could never give them. Even though he allowed his wife the pleasure to service her son when he was no longer able to pleasure her, not that he ever did, obviously blaming her for seducing him and as if everything was all her fault, he looked at Olga with a face full of jealous rage.

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“So that was 11 months ago with Mayu. Did you see her again?” Jenny asked.

“Hold that thought!” said Trish, getting to her feet. “I need to go to the bathroom first.”

There was a round of good-humoured jeers and Sharmila patted Trish’s backside, “Dry yourself afterwards!” More loud laughter.

When she returned a couple of minutes later, Karen had opened another bottle of Chilean and was doing the honours.

“Anyone else need the bathroom?” asked Karen. Jenny went next and Melanie followed soon after. Soon they were all back in the room, sipping the wine. Melanie had moved onto the large sofa so that Karen was situated between her and Jenny.

“So what was the question again?” smiled Karen.

“Did you see Mayu again?” repeated Jenny.

“Er, yeah, as in I saw her in The Top Hat again.”

“So you went back for seconds?” laughed Melanie, patting Karen’s thigh.

“About a month later. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind …”

“You had your imagination and your fingers. Did you not use them?” Sharmila asked and the others laughed. Trish reached for Sharmila’s hand and squeezed it.

“Oh believe me, Sharmila, my fingers got plenty of practice. But it’s never the same as the real thing …”

“You can say that again!” smiled Jenny. Karen’s free hand was back again on Jenny’s thigh.

“One night, about 5 weeks after Mayu, I decided to dress up and go to The Top Hat to see if she was there. It was a lovely warm night so I put on a new sleeveless top and a red miniskirt. Again I didn’t wear stockings or tights but I’d bought a sexy silk and lace matching bra and thong. I’d also got a Brazilian done so I felt even sexier. When I got there, shortly after 9, I did see Mayu but she was obviously very much into another woman.”

“Were you disappointed?” asked Trish.

“Yeah, I was. I decided to have a drink and leave. As I was standing there waiting to order I felt a hand on my back. I thought it was Mayu so I turned round but it wasn’t. Instead, another woman who was the spitting image of Saffron Burrows, was standing behind me ….”

“Sorry, Saffron Burrows?” asked Melanie.

“An actress,” answered Jenny quickly.

“She’s gorgeous,” added Sharmila.

“Something in her eyes told me she was nervous and alone. She came closer to whisper in my ear and I could smell her perfume. Really nice. I had to ask her to repeat what she’d said as it was noisy in there. She had a French accent.”

“What did she say?” asked Sharmila.

“She put her hand on my arm and said: ‘If you’re not with anyone would you dance with me?’ And Ankara escort she added a ‘please’ that seemed to emphasise her loneliness. To be honest I didn’t at that moment feel like it. I’d come to see Mayu and then realised I’d made a mistake and was going to call it a night. But she had me by the hand then and was enticing me onto the dance floor, never once taking her eyes off me. The dance was one of those slow ones where you seem to be draped around each other, you know. We were in this embrace, slowly moving around, and I was deeply aware of her perfume. She told me her name was Simone and she was over from Geneva on a sort of holiday.”

“What was she wearing?” asked Trish.

“A black silk blouse and brown loose-fitting cotton trousers. The outfit looked beautiful on her, I have to say, and must have cost a small fortune. She whispered into my ear as we were dancing that it was her first time. I told her it was only my second and that seemed to become a bond of some sort between us. As she was whispering I felt her lips brush my ears and, for some reason, I found that incredibly sexy. I also felt her breasts rubbing against mine and I felt my nipples stir. Another slow dance and she was whispering in my ear again while one of her long legs had gotten in between mine. And she was pushing it against me, making me wet. At the same time I was feeling all over her back and down over her bottom. I could tell that she was wearing lace because I felt the texture through the thin material of her trousers. She began to moan softly and pressed her leg harder between my mine. After a while she asked me if I could take her out of there.”

The women were listening intently now. Jenny’s legs were slightly apart while Karen was absent-mindedly stroking the inside of her thigh. Both Sharmila’s and Melanie’s nipples were very visible through their tops. Even when Karen paused there was silence. Trish was holding Sharmila’s hand now in both of hers. Nobody, it seemed, wanted to break the spell.

“We got a taxi immediately and went to her hotel. She got her key and we went quietly up in the lift, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves. First thing she did after opening her door was to go and draw the curtains even though we were on the fifth floor or thereabouts. I turned on the light and locked the door from the inside. We took off our shoes then she held out a hand to stop me. ‘I came here, to England, to learn if I have a lesbian tendency. I have never danced with another girl and never kissed another girl before you.’ I told her that I was also telling the truth about it being only my second time. Ankara escort bayan I held both her hands and told her that we could go as slowly as she wanted and if she wanted to stop we would. She asked me if I wanted her. My thong was so wet by this stage, you know, and she was asking if I wanted her. So I kissed her and started feeling her over her clothes. Her nipples had become very stiff and her body tightened every time I touched them.”

Karen shifted a bit on the sofa and drank some more wine. Everyone followed suit then relaxed again. Jenny reached down and took hold of Karen’s hand.

“I just knew Simone wanted to go all the way; the way I’d felt with Mayu. I slowly brought my hand down to the front of her trousers and slid my hand over her mound and gave a slight squeeze. She let out a whimper. So I moved my hand up a bit and undid her zip. Her large blue eyes were looking into mine the whole time. I slipped my fingers inside her trousers and felt the lacy elastic on her waistline and I continued to slip my hand down the outside of the lace. The lace was very damp and when I pressed the gusset I knew it was soaking wet. I took my hand out and undid her trousers, letting them fall to the floor.”

The women in the room, fueled by the wine and so absorbed in Karen’s telling of the story, were seriously close to losing all their inhibitions. Jenny was holding Karen’s hand between her thighs now. Sharmila was lying against Trish, with one leg draped over her friend’s. Both women were gently stroking each other’s thigh. Karen’s legs were slightly apart and Melanie was resting one hand on the inside of Karen’s thigh.

“I removed her blouse and kissed her deeply while fingering the grey lace of her bra. Her nipples were straining at the leash, you know. Really hard. I trailed my fingers down her stomach and into her panties. Her hair down below was wet and sticky. And then I felt her clitoris and her soaking wet vagina. As soon as my fingers touched them she almost collapsed. I had to take my hand out and steer her to the bed. I asked her if she was OK and she nodded and smiled. She had a gorgeous smile. She reached for my face and kissed me, using her tongue this time. Then she pulled me on top of her and her hands were inside my top searching for my breasts and nipping me and stroking me all over. She had got a leg in between mine and was pressing it high between my own legs then she reached down with both hands and pulled my skirt up so her leg could get better access to my sex. She pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart and pushed my silk and lace-covered vagina hard against her thigh. Escort Ankara I released her breasts and started to torture her rock-hard nipples, biting them and sucking them and pinching them. We were both very close to coming yet we were still wearing our undies. So I pushed myself off her and told her I wanted to take off her bra and panties and make her orgasm. When I took her panties off they were dripping wet, she must’ve been so full of anticipation. She took mine off and I saw just how sodden the blue silk and lace had become. I told her to lie down and I twisted round and positioned myself on top of her, with my face over her sex and her face under mine. Then I buried my face into her wetness and worked my tongue over her clitoris until she was bucking like a wild animal. I let up just for a while to lower my sex onto her face and then she started eating me. I couldn’t believe she’d never done this before because she was bringing me to a frenzy. Waves started forming in my stomach and crashed against my insides. My head was getting crushed between her thighs and I had to use both hands to try and prise them apart. My own legs were just vibrating by this stage. After about 2 minutes we both simply exploded with our orgasms at the same time. Simone actually squirted her orgasm over her thighs when she tried to clamp her legs shut. Several minutes later I think my juices were still flowing out of me.”

Karen paused and smiled at the memory: “I think I was so incredibly turned on by Simone because it was her first time with another woman. I mean you have this gorgeous woman who wants to have sex for the first time with you and there’s no awkwardness between you.”

“What happened then?” asked Trish.

“You spent the night with her?” Sharmila added.

“I did. She wanted a shower and she suggested we go together. But of course we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We ended up having showers separately. Then we got into bed and talked and kissed and touched. I know I came twice more and I think she actually came more than me. Next thing I knew it was morning and I had to return home to get changed before heading to work. But before leaving her I asked her for her panties in exchange for my thong. I suppose what had happened with Mayu and the panties stuck in my mind. When I put them on I realised that they were still damp.”

“Did you see her again?” Jenny squeezed her hand gently.

“No. We exchanged email addresses but not a word. I know now she wanted to experience the sex but wasn’t ready for the commitment with another woman, especially from another country.”

“C’est la vie, ma cherie!” Melanie whispered in a mock French accent and kissed Karen on the cheek to the amusement of everyone.

“And … and …,” Sharmila said loudly enough to get everyone’s attention, ” …and then there were three!”

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Author’s Note – Thank you for reading my story. This is my first attempt at erotic prose, so I appreciate your patience with me. I also hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it) – EAL

*****

Taylor Reeves hated moving. Loathed it.

The tape. The boxes. The deadlines. The expenses.

Despite her personal views on the subject, her move from the comfortable safety of central Illinois to the deco nirvana of Miami was a celebration of personal achievement. Gone were the flat cornfields of her childhood home; Ahead of her, the endless beaches and golden tans of South Beach. The move was exciting, thrilling and most of all unexpected. Just 18 months out of college, she had landed what could only be considered her dream job. Thanks to a good friend and a lucky break, she was now the new associate editor at Miami Shoot Magazine.

As rare as it was for such a young woman to land such a prestigious position, it was equally rare for somebody to leave the small town of Mt. Vernon even at all. Out of the 200 kids in her graduating class just 5 years earlier, only a select few had even left Illinois. Even fewer left the region for college and Taylor was positive NOBODY had left for such a glamorous and decadent location. Despite the distance, settling in was her first order of business.

Tapping her foot, the young Blonde from the Midwest lightly began to get impatient as she sat, still buckled into her rental car. Time seemed to crawl, as Taylor looked down at the time on her phone.

1:48

Her quest for apartments was first on her list, and she was beyond thrilled that the magazine had lined up a contact to assist her. The problem was, the contact apparently didn’t own a watch, especially when it involved a client who was most likely not going to be paying a commission in diamonds or gold bars.

Seven minutes later, a red BMW convertible pulled up next to Taylor’s Hyundai rental car.

“Bout fucking time”, she mumbled quietly to herself. She was nervous, anxious and wanted to get this process over with as quickly as possible. She was definitely happy that her new found salary was enough to afford something well off of skid row, but the glitz and glamor of high-rise beach life was going to have to wait for now.

The apartment they were to look at was actually enormous. Situated a a mile or so west of Fort Lauderdale Airport, the Fontainebleau Apartments were less Deco Drive, and more Strip Mall Suburbia. The complex was extremely nice and the unit’s undeniably quaint, but Taylor was far away from her dreams of stepping out on her own deck and looking out at the blue and turquoise waters of the Atlantic. “Someday” she thought.

Any reservations Taylor had, quickly melted away the moment she walked into apartment 3B. The ceilings seemed to reach the sky, as the breezy air softly floated through the open floor plan. The kitchen was spacious and appliances sparkling. Despite some personal reservations regarding a cracked window sill and a malfunctioning bathroom ceiling fan, Taylor quickly made a realization.

This was home.

She turned to the middle aged woman, still pacing the foyer in her burgundy blazer and annoying clipboard full of paperwork.

“I’ll take it”

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Three days later, with a goodbye wave from four helpful coworkers, moving day was complete and a rousing success. The lack of furniture and substance was made up in sensibility, charm and a fabulous sense of style. Her journey from small town dreamer to big city dweller had finally become a reality. Taylor could feel her eyes start to well up as she began to take in what she has accomplished in such a short time. Three weeks ago, she was working as photographer at a tiny local paper; Today she was a queen on her throne, overlooking a perfectly manicured sea of sawgrass and king palms.

Out of the corner of her eye, on the far edge of the living room, something caught her attention. A small square opening had been cut into the wall and framed with almost camouflaged handle. Almost completely out of sight from every angle of the room, she slowly approached the strange door. A small smile crossed her face as she quickly surmised what lay hidden behind the door. “Yay”, she thought to herself. “More storage space. Now if only I can buy some stuff to store, we’ll be all set.” Chuckling to herself, she reached down toward the handle and pulled.

Nothing.

Tugging a little harder…nothing.

Placing her foot along the baseboard, the former track runner and golfer grabbed the handle with both hands and began pull.

Before she could force her weight backward to dislodge the access point, a knock came at the door. Suddenly remembering her intense anxiety about her new urban surroundings, The single young woman quietly walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

Nikki Martin had always loved her job. A south Florida native, she had helped thousands of residents get acclimated with their Ankara escort new surroundings at Fountainbleau. Although she had never lived anywhere else, she always had a soft spot in her heart for those just starting out in adulthood, or who were simply passing through, on their way to bigger and better dwellings. As a former Miss Florida contestant and South Beach “shot girl”, it was no wonder that her long blonde hair, fun loving personality and impeccable curves made her extremely popular with residents and staff alike.

“Hey sugar!” Ashly proclaimed upon Taylor opening the door. “We hope you are loving Fountainblue so far, and I was hoping I could stop by and go over a few things with you, now that you are settled in”.

Taylor was relieved; Not only by the southern belle’s charm and warm personality, but the fact that she wasn’t one of the thousand or so homicidal maniacs roaming the south Florida area that her mother had warned her about.

Strolling inside, Taylor half-heartedly started to give a quick tour, quickly realizing that Nikki actually worked FOR the apartment complex, and had likely seen the inside of every single unit. “I love what you’ve done with the place” Nikki fibbed, as they ambled past semi-barren walls and wide-open end tables. “You are so lucky though!”

“Why’s that?” Taylor replied, fully expecting a sales pitch that she figured was useless, considering she had already paid for 3 months in advance. “This was MY FIRST apartment when I moved out on my own!”

“You don’t say,” Taylor politely responded, not even remotely caring about this woman’s past or present for that matter.

“Oh my God yes!” Nikki explained in what Taylor could only assume was her excited voice.

“We had SO much fun here”.

Taylor politely smiled, as the woman rambled on about her crazy past experience; None of which were the least bit entertaining or relevant to her.

“We had parties almost every night! And on Sunday’s, we’d have girl night, where all of my old sorority sisters would come by, and we’d drink wine and watch sappy movies all night in our underwear. It was so much fun. I really miss those days”

Taylor feigned excitement and tried not to roll her eyes, “That sounds like a blast.”

“Oh it was” replied Nikki, continuing her stroll down memory lane inside her own head. “Those girls were crazy! We’d get into so much trouble here with noise and guys and such”

Taylor quickly realized this was most likely an impromptu story meant to warn her away from the noise and rowdiness of visiting friends that she had not met yet. It was almost a sort of “Don’t make the same mistakes I did” sort of lecture.

Nikki’s high strung voice lowered an octave, as she leaned in to Taylor’s personal space “That first summer we had this Mardi Gras party that turned into an orgy…”

Taylor’s neck visibly twitched as he ears did a double take.

“Excuse me? A what?”

Nikki quickly backtracked. “Oh you know, people hooking up, dancing and having a good time…it was so great.”

An awkward silence suddenly filled the room along with the wistful sea breezes that flowed from open window to open window.

“Sooooooo” Nikki stammered, quickly changing the subject due to Taylor’s horrified look upon her face. “Did you have any questions or problems you wanted me to take a look at?”

Taylor’s mind suddenly went from mortified to frantic, as she tried to list as many things as she could regarding the apartment. The water was dripping in the bathroom sink. The carpet in the corner of the living room was missing some padding, and there is a strange buzzing sound coming from the ice maker in the fridge. “No problem” Nikki replied. “I’ll get the guys on that right away.”

“Oh and one more thing,” Taylor remembered. “Do you know what this little closet door is for? It looks like it should open, but I can’t seem to get it.”

Nikki’s charming and bubbly demeanor screeched to a halt.

“Oh. Do you mean THAT little closet?” she asked, pointing directly to the small door in the corner of the room.

Taylor nodded.

A sly and evil grin suddenly evolved across Nikki’s face. “That closet was used for lots of things when I was here. It looks like it hasn’t been opened in quite some time either. Do you think we should see what’s in there?”

For the first time, Taylor was suddenly interested in what the loudmouthed woman in her new home was babbling about. She knew that thanks to a lifetime of anxiety and OCD, that the contents of that closet would haunt her nightly. Whether it was a holiday package, mystery prize or simply a bonus pack of eye shadow mailed to her with her latest Sephora purchase, Taylor was constantly giving in to her curiosity.

Taylor followed the Pop Princess look-alike across the room, and toward the corner of the door. Without saying a word, Nikki kneeled down and twisted the handle clockwise. (Rather than straight back as Taylor had tried so unsuccessfully to do earlier). Ankara escort bayan With an audible ‘click’, she twisted the handle to the right, suddenly ejecting the door from its foundation. One final pull removed the manhole sized cover from the wall. Taylor craned her neck downward over Nikki’s shoulder, her curiosity now in overdrive.

“Oh my God” squealed Nikki. “I can’t believe they left it here! Holy shit!”

Taylor’s mind was racing as she found herself leaning over her shoulder on one arm to get even a glimpse of just what exactly got Nikki so excited. From a foot inside the hole, Nikki dragged outward a medium sized contraption, around the same size of the large, old-school mailboxes that used to line the streets back in Taylor’s small hometown. After a few more squeals and happy smiles from her houseguest, Taylor’s inevitable question blurted out of her mouth.

“What the hell is that?”

Nikki inadvertently continued to ignore her perplexed resident, excitedly diving headfirst back into the opening, feeling around in the darkened space for a second mystery object. “YES! It’s still here” she shrieked, her perfect ass squarely facing Taylor at point blank range, as she continued to crawl around on all fours. Shuffling backward, she emerged holding 2 medium sized clear bags. Taylor couldn’t make out what was inside, but they looked small, rubbery .

The smile on Nikki’s face lit up the room; She beamed like a small child on Christmas morning, holding tightly the two clear plastic bags, similarly to how a little girl would grasp and hold up a brand new toy to show to nobody in particular. Her joy turned to a grin, and a quick turn to Taylor. Biting her bottom lip in a sly nonverbal way, she solicited a response from her younger friend of all of 10 minutes.

The two young women started at each other, waiting what seemed like eternity for a break in the deafening silence.

“WHAT IS IT!??!” Taylor finally blurted.

“You don’t know?”

“NO!”

Nikki smiled again. “THIS…is your new best friend.”

“How is this thing supposed to be my friend? It’s too low to the ground to be a doghouse. Is it some sort of storage chest or something? What’s in there?” Taylor reasoned.

“It’s not what is IN there…it’s what goes ON there.”

Taylor’s eyebrows twitched again, as exasperation filled her disposition. “What are you talking about?” she sighed.

Nikki had had enough. “Sit on top of it”.

“Excuse me”

“Sit on top of it. Straddle it like you’re sitting on a horse” Nikki instructed.

In an effort to quickly move this along and eject this crazy bimbo from her apartment, Taylor agreed. Throwing her short and stalky legs over the hump-shaped contraption, the first thing Taylor noticed was the smoothness of the leather against the inside of her thighs. Her knees rested comfortably as she sat upright, her tight running shorts already starting to hike up from the compression. “OK, I’m sitting on it. Now what?”

Quickly moving to the side, Nikki pushed a side compartment open and removed a long electrical cord. Grinning from ear to ear, it was the first time she had been quiet during the entire visit. With an easy tug, she yanked enough black cord to reach the wall outlet and plugged it in.

Taylor sat completely upright upon the strange humped apparatus. Her short curly brown hair rustled in the light cross breeze, as her tanned arms hung loosely at her side. Her posture was impeccable, almost as if she was about to lead her Royal majesty’s finest horses on a trot across the Kensington Palace grounds. Looking down, she noticed a small handle jetting out from the front of the contraption, remaindering her of a handle that pulls out from her luggage as she pulls it down the airport terminal. Also catching her eye as she looked down between her tan thighs, was the fact that she was sitting on a patch of discolored rubber. With shorts on, she couldn’t tell exactly what it was, only that it was grooved, and contained ribbed bumps that strangely pressed against the front of her crotch as she sat upright. Definitely an odd addition to a weird box or piece of luggage.

“So if this is luggage, why did this crazy bitch want me to sit on it?” She thought to herself, now more confused than ever.

Nikki briskly walked back over to the spot on the floor where Taylor was situated. Smiling again, she reached into another compartment and pulled out a small black box. Quickly blowing her own luggage theory, Taylor continued to rapidly rack her brain as to just what in the hell she was sitting on. And better yet, why in the hell was this woman so excited for me to be sitting on it? Taylor quickly ran out of ideas, and began to get annoyed at the gorgeous, fake breasted blonde who was stealing precious time away from her quiet Sunday afternoon.

“OK, I give up. What the hell is this thing?” Taylor finally conceited.

“You still don’t know!?!?” Nikki’s eyebrows raised, suddenly coming to the Escort Ankara conclusion that Nikki was just as much naïve as she was completely inobservant. “You really don’t know?” Taylor shook her head slowly in blasé acknowledgement.

“Oh my God girl!” Nikki moved a bit closer to Taylor now…surmising her proper posture and straddling technique. “I don’t think you are quite ready for this…but you have to just feel it for yourself.”

“Feel WHAT for myself?” Taylor protested.

Nikki flipped the switch in her hand.

In a split second, Taylor’s entire body was electrified. The macro vibration of the machine started at her vagina, and literally shook the foundation of her core muscles. Her back arched, and her fingers curled, as the pounding vibration of the machine ran roughshod through her inner thighs. Her neck muscles clinched as her back arched. Her hands, earlier fallen to her side, twitched upward, bending at a 90 degree angle from her elbow. Her enormous breasts, heaved inside the silky underside of her bra, while the soft light cotton fabric of her shirt seemed to radiate the shockwaves emanating from her skin.

The machine continued to rumble, as the almost motorcycle-like engine revved in strong, pulsating shots as Taylor’s chestnut curls moved with each burst of energy. Mechanically, she turned her head to the right to see a sinister looking Nikki, holding the black box in her hand, her right hand moving the small dial back and forth. Their eyes locked, as Taylor fought through the jolts of pleasure rocketing through her soul.

“Want me to stop?” Nikki asked with a sadistic grin on her face. Taylor took a moment of silence to corral her breath, as she searched endlessness for the words to come out of her mouth. However, the more she tried to find the three-letter word she was looking for, the less her body was able to locate it from her internal files.

Silence and the sound of Taylor’s rapid breathing were all that filled the warm air.

“Good” said Nikki, as her fingers once again rotated to the right, sending yet another round of jolts through the machine and between Taylor’s legs. Her body once again shuddering, her muscles contracting in unison as waves of vibration continued to roll through her body. Her posture, the picture of perfection a few moments ago, was contorted into a twisting and convulsing spasm of movements. Nikki continued to rev the machine’s engine while Taylor continued to try and regain her balance.

Nikki’s smile grew more content, as it became obvious that Taylor was not only no match for the Sybian between her legs, but also wasn’t going to be telling her to stop anytime soon. She had crossed the threshold, and now literally held the controls to her pussy in the palm of her hand. “Are you suurrrrrre you don’t want me to stop? Nikki playfully asked again? This time, however, Taylor mustered up enough muscle to shake her head no, even with only the slightest movement over her head.

With the younger girl now in the palm of her hand, Nikki’s mind began to scheme. The sight of the busty young woman from small-town America, writhing atop of what is widely considered “The orgasm machine” turned her on instantly. Now, rather than twisting the knob on the control box to maximize the thrusting jolts of power, she turned to a lower, and more gentle setting; One that allowed a slow, rumbling vibration to provide a strong but consistent stimulation upon Taylor’s clit.

As the low rumbling noise continued, Nikki finally stood up to assist.

“Here. Hold on to this bar, and move your hips forward, so your pussy is pressing against these ridges here. Part terrified, part turned on beyond belief, Taylor quietly nodded as she nudged forward. Even an adjustment of a few inches, made a huge difference as her clit was now directly over the vibrating rubber insert, separated only by the soft cotton of her panties and the smooth denim of her shorts.

“Like…like this?” she whispered as the low, growling of the engine continued to purr.

“Mmmmmm, yes. Just like that” Nikki responded, her head now just six inches away from Taylor’s face. As the two strangers locked eyes, another pulse jolted Taylor’s hips, this time directly into her like a bolt of lightning.

An uncontrollable but soft moan escaped her lips for the first time, as the machine began to roar to life once again. “Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh my God…” the young girl muttered. Nikki’s hand reached up and softly touched the clinched muscles of Taylor’s middle back. Her long, sculpted fingernails gently grazed her back, as her other hand continued to pulsate the unforgiving machine.

“That’s it baby…just like that” She instructed. “Just like that…” As turned on as Taylor was riding the machine, Nikki was equally so. With one hand on the tethered controls, she carefully removed her light sweater, exposing a soft white top that hugged her perfect curves. Years on the pageant circuit and summers working as a personal trainer, resulted in a tan, toned and almost flawless body that drew attention to residents and co-workers alike. Her altered but perfectly round breasts protruded through her top; her erect nipple extending beyond her bra and into the mid afternoon heat.

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