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Notice: Readers who have been following this story may find this final chapter to be unlike the previous four. It contains significantly less erotic material, but instead addresses the potential ramifications of the extramarital relationship that has been pursued by the main characters. My goal is to examine the sorts of things that could result from this type of involvement, and it considers the impacts, both negative and positive ramifications. If your only purpose in reading is to find explicit sexual material, you could be disappointed. If you are interested in the other side of the story, I hope you will find it worthwhile.

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland”

It wasn’t much of a view, just a few other cars, a dumpster, and one lonely tree. If you looked at it very carefully, you could see buds starting to form. In a few weeks, there would be leaves, but right now, there was only the faintest green tinge to the dull gray-brown of seemingly dead branches. The day itself was rather cold and cloudy. That’s the thing about April. It’s the “almost spring but winter can still bite you in the ass” month. In fact, it was just barely April, April first, April Fools Day to be exact. How ironic now that I look back on it.

Jenny and I had been sitting in my car parked on the furniture store lot for the past 15 minutes waiting for my cell phone to ring. We were waiting for Paul to call after he and Kathy checked into the motel about a quarter of a mile down the road. The call would give us the number of the room where we should meet them. So why were we going to a motel with Paul and Kathy? It had been a little over a month since the first time that we all had the foursome at Jennifer’s house. In the interim, Jenny and I had resumed our e-mailing and cybersex games as well as talking on the phone several times a week. There was one time when we met for lunch, but other than that, this was the first time we had seen each other for a couple of weeks. We had been able to schedule a time together at her house a little over two weeks ago where we broke out her little box of wrist and ankle cuffs again. It had been every bit as intense as the first time, if not even a little more. It seemed to be something that aroused needs and feelings at the core of our sexuality that we had heretofore kept largely suppressed. It was almost convoluted how her complete submission seemed to allow her to express her sexual aggression, and my dominance showed me how to get in touch with some sort of protective male capturing and herding instinct. It was strange in some ways.

Ever since our first group session with Paul and Kathy they had been calling us for an encore. Jenny’s concern that Kathy would want me to see her alone had not materialized, and to the best of my knowledge Paul had not contacted Jenny about any sort of private one-on-one. I felt like they truly were simply interested in experimenting and exploring with us as way of expanding their experiences as well as enjoying a bit of variety. After all, variety was the spice of life, was it not? I couldn’t deny that I didn’t enjoy it myself. It seemed like Jenny did as well, but if I had known where it would lead, I would have walked away the night Paul first suggested it. After over a week of adjusting our work schedules and waiting to see what Keith’s travel plans would be, we all agreed that today would be a good opportunity to meet at Jenny’s house again. Unfortunately, Keith’s trip got postponed for a day and Paul wasn’t going to be able to make it tomorrow. Rather than postponing our own meeting, Paul and Kathy suggested that we go to one of the several motels that they routinely used for their own trysts. The idea of going to a motel made me nervous, but Paul assured me that he would be the one to register and do all the paperwork. He had a credit card that went to a secret mailbox so the bills never appeared at his house. Money orders worked well to settle his monthly bill so there was no real paper trail. “This is an ok place,” he said. “I used to belong to one of the big national chains, but they sold it to a local group about three years ago. It’s not some dump. It’ll be fine.”

The furniture store served as our initial rendezvous point. I had picked up Jenny at a supermarket near her house because it didn’t seem wise for her to be seen getting into and out of a car at her house. Paul and Kathy were already at furniture store when we arrived. They indicated that they would go to the motel, register, and then call us with the room number. So here we sat; Jenny’s head resting on my shoulder; my arm around her; the motor running so that I could keep the heater operating. I couldn’t stop my mind from wandering again through the maze of events that had led us here. A few months ago, I would have never contemplated how two people who cared very much for each other, yet knew that they would never be together because they cared gaziantep ateşli escort even more for others in their lives, could be waiting patiently to have sex with yet two other people that they didn’t care all that much for simply for the sheer espresso-like erotic jolt of it. I had no explanation other than frustration and desperation is a powerful wave that propels us through life faster than our ability to make well-thought decisions.

We both jumped a little when my cell rang, even though we had both been expecting it. Having lapsed into a bit of reverie in the quiet of the car, the ringtone tune jolted us both back to the present. I punched the button to receive, and held it to my ear. Paul’s voice simply said, “We’re in room 211. It’s around the back so you can park where nobody can see your car from the road. We’ll be looking for you so that you won’t have to knock. See you in a few.”

The motel was one of those two-story courtyard designs of the 60’s and 70’s with all the doors opening onto an outside walkway. I could see that it was probably originally built by one of the big US chains, but sold off after they had fully depreciated it and moved on to build those four and five story hotel style places. Room 211 was on the second level just three units from the stairs. The door swung open as we approached so we never had to knock. As soon as we entered, I could see that Paul was already naked with a drink in his hand. Kathy was standing at the dresser, also sans clothing pouring some bourbon into ice-filled glasses; so much for foreplay and a silly game of strip poker. Jenny and I hardly had our coats off when Kathy was handing each of us a drink. “We figured we shouldn’t waste too much time,” Kathy remarked, “since Jenny has to get back home for the kids.”

Paul immediately took Jenny into his arms. After giving her a kiss on the mouth and the neck, he started nibbling on her ear as he pulled her sweater up from her hips. Kathy took virtually the same route with me. I was sipping my drink as she unbuttoned my shirt. I virtually chugged the remainder of the drink so that I could remove my shirt and undershirt. Kathy was already working on my belt, unhooking my pants, and pulling down my fly. I stopped her momentarily while I held her, kissed her, and ran my hands along her back, down into her ass crack, and around to find her already-wet pussy. She moaned as my fingers explored inside her. It was only moments before she dropped to her knees, pulled my pants and underwear down and immediately engulfed my hardness in her mouth. I held her head and fucked her mouth rhythmically. It was all moving so fast. I couldn’t help imagining that I had walked onto the set of a porno movie that was behind schedule. The director’s assistant striped me, fluffed me, and was throwing me into a scene with my co-star who was already lubed, and ready to go.

Standing there, I did get a chance to check out the room. It wasn’t too tacky, but it also wasn’t first class. I’d say it might have three stars in some travel guidebook somewhere. There were two double beds which offered the obvious arrangement for our parings. Although a daisy chain had been great for Jenny’s TV room carpet, it didn’t seem like a good idea here. As I continued surveying the room, I saw Jenny sitting in one of the chairs by the window. Paul was on his knees with his face in her crotch and her legs draped over his shoulders. Her eyes were closed, and she was holding Paul’s head as he made obvious use of his tongue.

I put my hands under Kathy’s arms to urge her to her feet and escorted her to the bed that was farthest from the window. As I pulled down the bedspread and blanket, she tumbled into the bed on her back with her legs spread. I don’t know if she wanted me to fuck her immediately, but I went down to sample her pussy that was destined to be my lunch for the day. She squealed, “Oh yeah, Mike. Eat that thing. Ummm.”

Despite how she seemed to be enjoying it, she maneuvered around to 69 with me. As we changed positions, I saw that Jenny was now in the other bed with Paul. She was leaning back against the headboard as he straddled her shoulders and fucked her mouth. I smiled to myself a little because I had learned how much she seemed to enjoy the submissiveness of that particular activity.

Kathy’s feverishly humped my face with her soaking crotch as she worked her mouth along my flesh-shaft in double time. I realized that if I wanted to get my cock into her cunt, I’d better do it soon or I’d be popping off in her mouth. I rolled out and put Kathy on her back, scrambled up between her legs, and penetrated her in one continuous motion. Her head was at the foot of the bed so it allowed me to look into the dresser mirror and see that Jenny was in the next bed getting a direct view of my ass pumping between Kathy’s spread-wide legs. No doubt that she could see my cock sliding in and out of Kathy’s cunt. I looked down at Kathy who was looking up at me hissing, bakımlı gaziantep escort “That’s it, fuck me Mike! Fuck Kathy’s sweet cunt hole! Fuck the shit out of that thing!”

I glanced up into the mirror again to see that Paul had Jenny on her hands and knees facing the foot of their own bed. Paul was also one getting the full shot of my cock pumping his girlfriend’s snatch. It seemed to be motivating him to give it to little doggy Jenny even harder. Kathy was using her fingers to work her clit, pull frantically on her labia, and sometimes let them feel my slick cock thrusting in and out of her. I looked down to see her face contorted and about to let out an orgasmic scream. I put my hand over her mouth to stifle it. I wasn’t sure about motel protocol on mid-day orgasmic screams reaching the ears of the housekeeping staff walking up and down the balcony outside the rooms. Kathy arched her back and bellowed into my hand. I removed it as she calmed down and lay there panting. I took my dick out of her and put it between her ample tits, holding them around me like an artificial cunt. My cock was super slick that is slid between her soft mounds like it was still inside her woman-hole. She looked up saying, “Yeah Mike! Fuck my tits! Cum all over them! Let it go Mike!”

I was a sucker for her dirty encouragement. Stifling my own scream with my own hand, I released my hot thick cock cream all over her chest. I looked down as she smeared it all over her tits and face. At that moment I looked over to see Paul pull his cock out of Jenny and jerk it all over her ass and into her ass crack. Jenny had her own hand working on her clit and I watched while Paul, regaining his composure, pushed his fingers into her cunt and work them like a cock. Jenny worked her fingers feverishly, humped her ass against Paul’s fingers as he thrust them into her. Finally she buried her face into the mattress and screamed out a muffled, “Oh my God! Oh shit!”

Paul collapsed onto Jenny’s back. I looked down, and saw that Kathy had been watching too. I lowered myself onto her cum-soaked body and buried my face into her neck. We all lay motionless and quiet for what seemed like a long time, but in reality was probably only five minutes. I heard stirring and then felt a hand on my back. It was Paul. “Hey” he said, “How about trading places for awhile?”

I crossed to the other bed where Jenny had moved to the top. She had gathered the blanked and sheet that had been pushed to the floor during the frantic session and crawled underneath. She held it up for me to join her. I snuggled in and we kissed warm and gently. “Looks like you had quite a time over there,” she whispered into my ear. “But I’m happy to have you back over here with me.”

“Looked to me that you weren’t having such a bad time yourself,” I responded. We kissed again and snuggled under the covers. I could hear Paul and Kathy doing the same thing. More silence as I lay there holding Jenny’s warm body next to mine. The only sounds were her breathing, whispering between Paul and Kathy, and the sound of the footsteps and rolling carts of the housecleaning staff making their rounds outside.

I think I must have dozed, but when I awoke, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of Paul and Kathy fucking in the next bed. I felt Jenny’s hand begin to fondle my cock and balls ever so gently. She whispered into my ear, “Do you think you can rally for another round. I can help you know.” I smiled and she went down under the covers. Her hand was soon replaced by her talented mouth, and it was only moments before I definitely showed her that I indeed could rally to the cause. She climbed on top of me, straddled my belly, and, still under the warm covers, guided my cock into her. She rode my manhood slowly as we kissed deeply and tenderly. My hands roamed over her back and breasts and ass cheeks as she continued to ride me. As my hands fondled her ass cheeks, it seemed only natural for me to insert my finger into her ass and work it with the same deliberate purposeful rhythm she was using to ride my cock. From the bed next to us I could hear moaning and words that I couldn’t quite understand, but I knew Kathy well enough to guess what she was saying. I glanced over and saw Paul on top of Kathy with her legs wrapped around him to give him deep access. I turned my attention back to Jenny who was looking at me. Our eyes locked. She said softly, “I’m so close Mike. Stay with me, I’m almost there.”

She was riding my cock deeply, and grinding on me with purposeful intensity. I had felt this from her this before that first time. Putting her mouth close to my ear she repeated in a soft whisper, “Oh Uncle Mike. Oh God, Uncle Mike, I’m so, so close.” I could feel my own release getting close, but I didn’t want to stop her. In a few short moments, she buried her face into my neck and moaned, “Oh Jesus. I just can’t stop it.’

That’s when I felt the gush of warm fluid flowing from her all over my cock, running escort gaziantep down into my crotch and soaking my balls. I couldn’t stop myself and exploded my man fluid deep into her, imagining it mixing with hers like a cocktail of human physical pleasure. I didn’t cry out loudly, but just softly sobbed into her ear. She held me tighter and made soft, “Shhhhh” sounds. It was so quiet and sweet and intimate. Our little wet secret seemed even more special knowing that Paul and Kathy were only three feet away. It wasn’t long before I heard Kathy cry out briefly, only to stifle it quickly and then hold Paul’s face into her neck to muffle his own orgasmic moans.

Moments later, Jenny spoke up, “Hey guys, I hate to say it, but we really have to leave. I know you probably want to stay longer, but I have to get home.” We got up to go to the shower, using the blanket to cover the huge wet spot on the bed. I doubt if either Paul or Kathy would have been upset per se, but they apparently had not yet experienced Jenny’s sometime-squirting secret and they might make some jokes. When Jenny and I got out of the shower, Paul and Kathy were still cuddling under the blanket, and obviously playing a little touchie-feelie again. We got dressed and gave each of them a hug before moving to the door. “We need to do this again soon,” Kathy said giving a little thumbs-up.

“Next time, at my house though,” Jenny responded. “I think it’s a lot less inhibiting and there’s no hired help lurking around outside the door, if you get my drift,” placing one hand over her mouth and one over mine. Paul and Kathy just laughed.

The ride back to Jenny’s car was quiet. She held my hand when she could and I didn’t need it to drive. When we arrived back at the supermarket, we gave each other a quick kiss and hug. Before leaving the car, she just said, “I like seeing you happy Uncle Mike. I do love being with you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

The next morning, as I shuffled through some routine papers at the office, I could have had no idea of the drama playing out across town. It would be a couple of hours until was to have no knowledge of the flood of horrible events that would make this day one of the worst of my life. I could not have predicted a day that would begin chain of horribly painful and emotionally intense events that would impact Jenny’s life as well as mine. While I sipped my coffee and reviewed requests for lighting projects, poor Jennifer was about to enter the gates of Hell.

Keith’s flight to Atlanta was scheduled to depart about 11:15 AM, so he decided to leave right from home rather than bothering go to work for only an hour or so. Without realizing the overall effect it would have by him turning off his alarm the night before, everybody overslept, including the kids who missed their bus. Jennifer would have to drive them to school because Keith wouldn’t have time do that and also catch his plane. He was finishing breakfast while Jenny was pushing the kids to the garage, retrieving her keys from her handbag, and searching frantically though the bottom of the bag. “Where the hell is the damned thing?” she muttered.

“What are you looking for? Your keys are already in your hand,” Keith remarked.

“My damned phone,” she said in frustration. “It has to be in here somewhere. Shit. I’ll find it later.” She gave Keith a quick kiss, wished him a safe trip, and jogged out to the car.

When she returned almost 45 minutes later, she was surprised to see Keith still sitting at the table. “Jesus, I didn’t expect to see you here. Aren’t you going to be late for your flight?”

“I postponed the trip,” he said. “I called Matt Jennings to see if he could go. He’ll work it with the travel people to get the tickets changed.”

“What happened?” Jenny asked. “Are you sick?”

“In a way,” he said. “Actually, something more important came up.”

“By the way,” he continued, “I located your cell phone.”

“Good; where was it?” she asked calmly.

“ON THE FLOOR IN A ROOM AT THE GOD DAMNED ‘RIVER VIEW MOTEL’!”

As if the sheer volume of his voice wasn’t enough, the words crashed through her brain like the sound of a thousand cannons. Her knees started to buckle, and she grabbed onto the kitchen counter to support herself. Her stomach flipped, and it almost felt as though she would lose her bladder. She couldn’t believe; didn’t WANT to believe the words she heard and the impact of their meaning.

Keith spoke again, this time so softly she could hardly hear him. “A maid found it while cleaning the room this morning. She turned it in immediately. The manager scrolled through the contacts list till he found one tagged ‘home’, and dialed it. I’ve been sitting here for nearly a half hour trying to list all the possible reasons, other than the obvious one, why in the hell your phone would have been in a room at some motel.”

Jenny pulled out one of the chairs across the table from Keith. He was staring straight into her eyes, and she dropped them to avoid his gaze. “I can’t think of one either,” she said softly.

“SHIT! Jennifer!” he shouted slamming his hand on the table. “I don’t fucking believe this. You were at a motel? Were you there with some guy? Jesus, I don’t believe it. Why Jenny? Why? What’s going on, as if I had to ask? How long has this been going on? Who the hell is this guy? Do I know him? I’ll kill him! Who the fuck are you cheating with?”

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After fucking each other silly during their first coupling Bobby Chandler and April Brubaker made slow and sensuous love three more times that night. The morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds as they finished satisfying each other.

Mrs. Brubaker stood by the bed smiling down at a still deliriously contented Bobby, cum running down both thighs. She scooped up a handful and slowly licked it off her hand. “Been a while,” she said after swallowing Bobby’s seed.

Bobby looked at her, eyes still glazed over from their last lustful encounter. “Huh?”

April scooped up some more of his cum and said, “Been a while, a long while, since I’ve had this much cock sauce to play with.”

Bobby slowly climbed out of bed and kissed her lightly, the not so unpleasant taste of his fertile discharge lying heavy on her lips. April hugged him and, for a moment, considered pulling him down into the bed for another round of unbridled lust but, decided against it.

“I hate to tell you this,” she began, “but, you need to go home.”

Bobby bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until it hardened, before he asked her, “Why?”

“My Herman will be coming home soon,” she told him. “If he’s nothing else, he’s very punctual.”

Bobby kissed her again, his semi-rigid cock rubbing against her stomach. “You said you wanted him to show you weren’t his anymore. What better way could he find out than to catch us in bed together?”

“I’m not ready for a full-fledged confrontation right now,” April said as she reluctantly pushed him away. “I want to watch his reaction when he sees the marks on me. It might go a little easier if he doesn’t know who put them there.”

Bobby went into the living room to find his clothes. “Damn,” he said to himself as April Brubaker stood naked, watching him get dressed. “I wish I could fuck that woman forever and a day.”

Finished dressing, he went to the door. Before he could get it open, she caught up with him and gently grabbed his arm. Bobby turned around and they embraced again. “You didn’t do this just so you could make your husband jealous, did you?” he asked just before they swapped tongues in a long, soulful kiss.

Mrs. Brubaker laughed lightly and then she winked. “Come and see me in a couple of days and you’ll find out,” she told him.

Bobby waited until April had stepped far enough aside so she wouldn’t be seen from the street, opened the door, stepped outside and closed it behind him. He whistled a happy tune all the way home

“And just where have you been all night long,” Grandma Lilly asked him the moment he stepped inside his house.

Bobby smiled, his face flushed and glowing from the memory of last night. He hugged his grandmother and attempted to kiss her.

As soon as she got a whiff of the aroma that permeated the air around them, Lillian Chandler gently pushed him away from her.

“Get away,” she said as she wrinkled her nose. “Go take a shower. You smell like pussy.”

“Glad to see you’re feeling so much better,” Bobby muttered as he entered the bathroom, took off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to his liking before stepping inside, closing the curtain and grabbing the soap.

Bobby stood motionless for a few seconds, enjoying the refreshing sensation he always got by sticking his head into the spraying water and letting it cascade down his face before he began scrubbing himself with the soap and a shower sponge.

Finished with his upper body, Bobby Chandler began to wash his groin area. He spread his legs so he could clean around his nut sack and then set the sponge aside so he could wash his cock. Two strokes of his meaty rod plus the arousing memories of his night with April Brubaker made his tool grow considerably. He had just started on his third slow stroke when the shower curtain began to open. He turned around just in time to see his grandmother step inside and close the curtain. She was as naked as he was.

Bobby shuddered mightily as his cock grew to its full size the moment Grandma Lilly replaced his hand with hers. She used one hand to pull his foreskin back and the other hand to wash the head and under the crown. She pulled him forward a bit so the water would hit directly on his hard pole before she backed him up and applied more soap to his pole of man flesh and began to stroke it lightly.

“You can never get this thing too clean,” she said as his foreskin slid up over the head and back again.

Bobby groaned and tried to fuck her fist. Grandma Lilly stroked him a couple more times and then removed her hand from his trembling rod. “Not so fast, Buster,” she told him. It’s time for you to return the favor.

Bobby Chandler took the offered soap and sponge and immediately began scrubbing his grandmother’s breasts. After several minutes of kneading, poking and prodding, Grandma Lilly spoke. “There’s other parts of my body that need washing besides just my tits,” she said.

Bobby, as if awakening from a dream, mumbled a quick, “Sorry,” bayan escort and began working his way down her stomach and across her bushy mound.

Grandma Lilly leaned back and sighed as the palm of her grandson’s right hand slid heavily over her clitoris. She jerked involuntarily when Bobby slid a finger inside her love hole. She whimpered her approval when he inserted another finger and pushed them in deeply, withdrew about halfway and shoved them back into her honey hole.

The burning fire in Grandma Lilly’s groin grew hotter than the fires of Hades when the heel of Bobby’s hand pressed against her man in the boat after each withdrawal of his fingers. Her breathing became erratic and labored. Her eyelids closed tightly as her orgasm overtook her.

Lillian Chandler cried out when her legs grew weak and her knees buckled. Bobby wrapped his free arm around his grandmother’s waist and pulled her close, supporting her sagging body until she could recover.

When Grandma Lilly had regained her strength she stepped out of the shower, turned back toward Bobby. “I think we’re clean enough,” she said as she grabbed a towel from the rack and began drying herself. “Turn off the water and meet me in my bedroom.” Naked and without shame, she left the bathroom and her grandson behind.

Bobby turned off the shower and, after drying himself, left the bathroom, his hard cock pointing the way to his grandmother’s bed.

Bobby climbed onto the bed and lay down on his side, facing Grandma Lilly’s prostrate body. He gently grabbed a shoulder and helped her to roll over so that his massive erection was trying to insert itself between her butt cheeks.

He began licking and kissing the nape of her neck, occasionally moving up the sides of her neck to suck on her earlobes. Grandma Lilly turned to face him and pressed her lips to his. Their tongues met and, in a frenzied struggle, Grandma Lilly’s tongue was triumphant as it invaded Bobby’s mouth. Still, their oral digits collided, enmeshing each other in their lustful, immoral battle for supremacy.

Almost at the same time, they gasped when Bobby took control and sucked her tongue deep into his mouth. After a few moments of intense sexual unity, Bobby released his hold on his grandmother’s tongue, allowing it to retreat as his found its way between her lips. On and on they went, swapping tongues and spit, as their lust reached new heights.

Bobby reluctantly broke contact. He wanted more. He wanted to taste every inch of his grandmother’s skin that he could reach. He kissed her cheeks. He kissed behind her ears. He kissed her nose and initiated a brief bout of tongue sushi before kissing down her chest and on to her breasts.

Grandma Lilly bowed her back in an effort to press her tit flesh even closer to his fiery lips and his scalding tongue. Bobby circled each breast with his kisses before he lifted them, one at a time and kissed the underside and led his tongue on an agonizingly slow journey along the creases where her mummeries met her chest. He then pressed her breasts together and sucked both nipples into his mouth at the same time, prompting her to moan and say, “You make me feel soooo good, Bobby, when you do that. I feel like I’m about to cum.”

He, himself, was getting close to that magical moment where all consciousness was concentrated at one central location; his penis. So involved was he in pleasuring his grandmother, Bobby hadn’t noticed that he was humping the bed covers while he was kissing, licking and sucking on Grandma Lilly’s tits.

Bobby rose up on his knees as his tongue went in search of her navel. He gave it a slow, torturous reaming before he continued his journey across the vast expanse of her bushy mound.

Grandma Lilly grunted loudly when his tongue made contact with her slowly extending clit. She grabbed him by his ears and pulled his face into her sex. “Goddammit, Bobby,” she gasped. You sure know your way around a pussy.”

Bobby Chandler spread his grandmother’s outer lips apart and inserted his tongue between them. Her juices already flowing, fairly poured from her sexual orifice as he began sawing his oral digit in and out of her blazing hot receptacle.

“Fuck me with your tongue!” Grandma Lilly cried out over and over again. “Fuck me hard.”

He went slow and then fast, alternating the speed of his slavering tongue at random, curling it on the backstrokes in order to get at the upper part of her sweet, hot cunt. Then his tongue would stiffen and the invasion would begin all over again.

Bobby’s grandmother screamed out her passion as she lost control of her thought processes and shot her legs straight up into the air, flailing them wildly about. He stopped tongue-fucking her cunt and raised his head. Her eyes had rolled back in their sockets until the pupils were no longer showing.

“Don’t stop!” cried Grandma Lilly. “I’m almost there!” She pulled even harder on his ears until Bobby began to wonder if she wanted his whole head inside her clenching, pulsating hole.

Bobby resumed bayan escort gaziantep his homage to Grandma Lilly’s cavern of sexual yearning, licking the entire length of her slit several times before he sucked her clit into his mouth. He drew his lips over his teeth and nibbled on her shiny nubbin of pleasure then, held it captive while he tortured it with the tip of his tongue, wagging it back and forth across the sensitive end.

Lillian Chandler lowered her legs and began pounding her heels into Bobby’s back. Bobby slid his middle finger between her lips and deep inside her quim. Again, she lifted her legs until her toes pointed to the ceiling and she cried out sharply when Bobby took his finger out of her vagina and inserted it into her wrinkled brown hole.

“I’m cumming!” she said, her voice rising in timbre as her body shuddered and shivered from the intensity of it all. Her feet remained high up in the air as her clenching asshole threatened to break his finger off inside her. Finally, her legs fell back to the bed. Her trembling stopped but, her breathing was still ragged and uneven.

“You do this to me every time,” Grandma Lilly told Bobby.

“What’s that?” Bobby asked as he crawled up beside her.

Grandma Lilly smiled and caressed his cheek. “You get me wetter than any man has ever done. When you make love to me, it almost feels like the Mississippi River is flowing out of my vagina and down my legs.”

Bobby, his visage brightened considerably by his grandmother’s remarks, kissed her lightly on the forehead. “You thought anything more about letting me put it in your ass?” he asked her.

“I don’t know, Bobby,” Grandma Lilly replied. “You’re pretty big. I’m afraid you might split me in two.”

“From what I’ve read and seen on the internet,” Bobby said, “it don’t take long to get used to it.”

Grandma Lilly went silent for a while as if she were considering the risks. “A deal is a deal,” she told him. “Have you fulfilled your end of the bargain?”

Bobby Chandler laughed; a low, guttural sound that seemed to emanate from somewhere deep inside himself. “Where do you think I was all last night?” he asked.

“I know you came home smelling like pussy,” she said. “But, can you prove it?”

Bobby reached for the phonebook, looked up the Brubaker’s number and dialed it.

“Hello?” Mrs. Brubaker answered.

“April?” Bobby asked. He pushed a button so that they would be on speaker phone.

“Yes. Who’s this?”

“It’s Bobby, Mrs. Brubaker. Bobby Chandler.”

“Oh, yes. Bobby.” She said, her voice turned husky with desire.

“Mrs. Brubaker. . .”

“Please,” she said. “Call me April.”

“April, has your husband come home yet?”

“No,” she answered. “You getting horny already? You want to come over so soon?”

“April, I never would have left if you hadn’t told me your husband was coming home soon.”

“Well, he won’t be,” April Brubaker told him. “Not soon and not for quite a while.”

“What happened?”

“He got in a wreck with that whore he’s been seeing. He’s in St. Mark’s with two broken legs and who knows what’s broken inside. Then I hope they throw him in jail and throw away the key.”

“I’m sorry, April,” Bobby told her. “I really am.”

“Well, I’m not,” she commented. “The bastard got just what he deserved, driving drunk like he did.”

“Does that mean I can come see you again tonight?”

“I would like to, Bobby but, I need a bit of rest. You fairly well wore me out last night and this morning. How about we make it tomorrow night? My pussy’s so sore, I can hardly bare to wipe it when I get through peeing.”

“Sounds good to me, April,” Bobby told her. “Tomorrow night, it is. But, if you need a ride anywhere before then, you call me. Okay?

“Okay, Bobby. I’ll keep that in mind. In the meantime, you keep your dick hard for me.”

The two of them said their goodbye’s and hung up the phone.

Grandma Lilly’s eyes were wide with amazement. “You actually did it!” she exclaimed. “Wait ’til your mother hears the news.”

“What news?” Louise Chandler asked as she stood in the open doorway, staring at the two lovers.

“How long you been standing there?” Grandma Lilly asked.

“Just got here,” Bobby’s mother said. She looked at Bobby and then at Grandma Lilly. “What’s going on, anyway?” she asked.

“Your baby boy,” Lillian began; putting strong emphasis on the words ‘baby’ and ‘boy’. “has already gotten himself some nooky from your Miss High and Mighty.”

Louise Chandler’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “I can’t believe she folded so easily,” she said.

Bobby remained silent. He was feeling strangely loyal to this woman whose life had apparently been in turmoil for more years than she would probably want to admit.

Louise looked back at her son. “What happened, honey?” she asked him.

Bobby simply shrugged his shoulders and simply said, “We did it. A couple of times.”

Louise stepped over to the bed where her son was now sitting, gaziantep escort his semi-rigid cock pointing downward to the floor, and knelt between his legs. She grabbed his cock and kissed it on the head. She looked up at him, a devilish smile on her face.

“Tell momma all about it,” she said just before she opened her lips wide and slid them down to the base of his now hardening dick.

Bobby, his mind already reeling with the sinful pleasure his own mother was providing him, grunted and then cleared his throat. “It all started when I saw her stranded over by the new…” A lightning bolt of incestuous desire shot through him when she began fondling his balls causing him to suck in a great amount of air. “The new subdivision.

“I gave her a ride to the grocery store and back. It just. . .ju. . . just st. . .started snowballing from there.”

No matter how hard she tried nor how much she pleaded, Louise Chandler could get no more out of him. The only thing he added to the conversation was, “At least you don’t have to degrade yourself by letting fat ol’ Herman Brubaker get in your pants.”

Louise Chandler pulled her face off her son’s dick long enough to say, “Thank you,” and resumed her tenacious slurping of hid hard as steel rod. She added the thrill of her hand wrapped around his fresh young stalk and began stroking it as well.

Grandma Lilly moved off the bed, walked around it and knelt down behind her daughter-in-law. She reached around Louise and filled both hands with her tits, cupping them, kneading them and toying with the nipples.

“I love you, Louise,” she said as she began sucking on an earlobe.

Louise, grunted an unintelligible reply, and once again pulled her mouth away from Bobby’s dick. As she stood up, Grandma Lilly’s hands dropped to her sides. Louise then turned around and bent slightly at the waist.

“Hold your dick up,” she told her son. “Hold it up and guide it into my aching pussy.”

Bobby did as he had been told, pointed his penis towards his own mother and watched intently as she spread her legs and backed up to him.

When his mother’s pussy was within an inch or two of making contact with his cock, Bobby lined it up with her open, yawning quim and waited impatiently. In a move that seemed like it took hours to complete, Bobby felt the head of his yearning, burning piece of man flesh slide past his mother’s wrinkled, blood-engorged lips and on into her vagina.

Louise, on fire with desire, kept backing up on to her son’s weapon of massive enjoyment until her hips were pressing against his groin. She clamped her legs tightly around his and sat up in his lap.

“Give it to me,” she told her son. “Give me the best that you’ve got.”

She lifted herself up, allowing all but the head of Bobby’s penis to slide out of her juicy hole. Just as his mother was beginning her downward slide, Bobby arched his back and shoved his cock upwards, causing the both of them to emit a mighty grunt. The two heated bodies slapped loudly against each other. The resulting sound resonated about the room, bouncing off the walls and doors over and over again, followed by another and another and another as mother and son rutted against each other.

Grandma Lilly felt a tad rejected, but was happy to see the two people she loved the most enjoying themselves as they worked their way to mutual orgasms. Finally, she saw her chance.

Back around the bed she went, climbed up and lay down next to her son and daughter-in-law, reached around them and burrowed her hand between Louise Chandler’s legs.

Grandma Lilly’s middle finger quickly found Louise’s clitoris and began a delicate massage of her over-excited appendage. With her other hand between her own legs, doing the same thing to herself that she was doing to her daughter-in-law, she was, once again, a part of the action.

For Louise, Grandma Lilly’s hand between her legs was the catalyst she needed to put herself over the edge. With a resounding cry, her hips slapped down against Bobby’s groin one last time. She held herself in that position as her orgasm overtook her. The intensity of her eruption was such that she could not remain still. She was grinding against her son as if she had an itch that only he could scratch. She sat on his great erection, moving from side to side, forward and then backward, screaming her release as the walls of her vagina undulated along the length of Bobby’s cock.

Bobby wasn’t far behind his mother. The methodic massaging of his steel-hard appendage made his balls churn. Suddenly, they contracted, sending that inevitable flow of his white, thick protein shake up her vaginal chute towards her fertile uterus.

Five times, Louise could feel Bobby’s cock jerking and spraying copious amounts of his fertile, viscous discharge into her fuck chute. Several more times after that, she could feel his wonderful baby-making organ twitching inside her as it dribbled out its remaining fluids.

Grandma Lilly, seeing and feeling her family members working their way through their orgasms, began frigging herself, more desperately than ever and much faster than she would have thought possible. Not long after her grandson’s unusually stoic display of his passion, Lillian Chandler’s body went stiff, her hyper-sensitive clitoris sending multiple lightning bolts of energy throughout her body as she whimpered and cried from the intensity of it all.

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Chapter 1.

People often end up agreeing to a plan for different motives. The key being they agree to the plan.

My name is David. I’m a second year student at the local Community College. I was envious of my High School friends who went away to school, but not too much. My parents pay for my college and in this economy none of us wanted to take big loans out. So, living at home was an agreed to plan.

My sister Emily lives at home too. She graduated from High School this Spring, and also plans to attend the same Community College. She too agreed with our parents to live at home to avoid college loans, for now. Emily is the smart one of us two. I figure any type of degree is better than a High School diploma. Emily figures to get an advanced degree in something practical; she’s a hard worker that way.

It was a hot summer. Evenings we’d taken to hanging out together, either on the back porch (our house had a porch swing and chairs, perfect for a tall glass of ice lemonade) or in my bedroom. Being the older of the two kids I had the bigger room. Being as it was generally hot, both of us wore as skimpy as possible. I generally just wore my workout shorts. Emily had a pair of skimpy athletic shorts and a variety of summer tops: tanks, bikini bras, and her favorites: ruffled stretch mid-riff bands with spaghetti straps.

Sometime in August with less than a month before school started, Emily was tossing fretfully on my bed. I was trying to read a course book to get a head start for next semester. Studying wasn’t my best subject, if you know what I mean. I’d learnt that in order to get through a semester intact I had to get the lay of the land first.

I sighed, putting the textbook down. “What’s up Em? You’re all wound up, did you have another argument with your best friend?” That was a running joke between us. Emily had friends and classmates but not a best friend. She’d been so busy studying she’d missed the social aspects of high school.

“God, Dave!”

“You mean, ‘Dave, God!'” I corrected her gently. Being older than her definitely conferred a godlike status at times.

“Jerk!” Emily sighed and rolled onto her side to look at me. “Mom just dropped the P-bomb on me.”

“The P-bomb?”

“Yeah. I’ve signed up for track this fall. Mom went ahead and made an appointment for me for a physical exam.” Emily rubbed her eyes. “First ever female physical,” she added a tad bitterly.

“What, is it tomorrow or something?”

“No, even worse. It’s the Friday before Labor Day. That’s almost three weeks away. It’s just ruined the rest of my summer. I’m going to be tied up in knots worrying about it.”

“Sounds serious. What’s with a female physical that’s got you so creeped?” I added, suspecting her answer.

“It’s a PHYSICAL, Dave! Some old Doctor is going to put his hands all over me, and poke around … ” she looked down to her shorts “… down there. Arrgh! I can’t imagine taking off my clothes for a complete stranger.” She flipped back onto her stomach, buried her head into my pillow. She looked genuinely forlorn.

“So you’d take off your clothes for a Doctor you knew, then?” I retorted.

Emily didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. I knew Emily took things seriously. In this case, her competitive nature would naturally drive her to get the best result from her exam. If she could study for the exam, she would. That insight gave me an idea for a plan.

“So Em, you could practice for the exam. That way when the time comes you’ll be ready and you’ll do just fine.”

She raised her head from my pillow. “What do you mean, practice?”

I had my answer ready. “What is it about the physical that worries you?”

“Everything. I have to get undressed in front of a stranger. He’s going to put his hands everywhere. I’m going to get horribly embarrassed. I’ll get all tense. When he tries to put … things … into me … down there … I’ll probably scream. Or faint. Or both. It’ll be a disaster.”

“Here’s my idea, Em. Let’s treat it like a school project. Every day you can practice with me until you get more comfortable with the whole thing.” I moved over to the bed, and stroked her shoulders brotherly.

Emily remained face down in the pillow. If I left her alone she’d just lie there and not make a decision. So I took the lead. “Lie still, Em. I’m going to pull your shorts down and look at your butt, just to show you that it’s no big deal.”

She did lay still. Actually, after I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts she lifted her hips slightly so I could pull her shorts down to her knees. Her pale white ass was exposed to me for the first time.

“So, Em, I’m going to put my hands on your ass cheeks, and pull them apart so I can get a good look at your butt. Mmm hmm. Em, did you take a crap today? There’s a bunch of cling-ons around your ass hole.” I moved her cheeks a little and saw the base of her hairy cunt. “Lots of hair,” I informed her, “hard to see anything.”

She lifted her hips again as I pulled her shorts back escort gaziantep up.

“See — simple!” I told her, and moved back across the room to my desk chair.

After a few minutes, Emily raised her head from the pillow. “Didn’t that gross you out?” she asked.

“Not at all. You have a cute butt, and tell the truth, I didn’t see much of your cunt to say whether it was good or bad.”

“What exactly do you propose then?” Emily asked me. I could tell already we were entering into our sibling deal mode.

“For the purpose of your getting comfortable with getting a physical, here’s what I think we should do. Once a day, you need to undress in front of me. That will help you deal with your modesty. Then, since you’re averse to having the Doctor touch you, I suggest you allow me to put my hands on your butt, or on your cunt, so you get used to being touched.”

Emily didn’t take long to reach her decision. “OK. But a few rules. One, no one ever EVER hears a word about what we’re doing. Two, I’m in charge during these ‘study halls.’ If I change my mind it stops, no argument. And three,” Emily took a deep breath, “NO sex. Just because you’re going to touch mine doesn’t give you any right to expect anything in return.”

“Agreed. But I have a request I’d appreciate your consent. I’m going to be taking a bio class next term. My textbook says the ovarian cycle includes temperature variation. I’d like to measure you once or twice a day and graph the result. It’d be a good learning experience for both of us, actually.”

“How will you measure my temperature,” Emily asked, suspecting my answer.

“Vaginally.”

“Oh. Yup, no big deal. You’re going to be looking at me down there anyway.” She gave me a long gaze, with a far away look in her eyes I’d not seen before. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow morning. After your shower. Make sure you’re clean.”

“Make sure YOUR hands are clean,” Emily admonished as she got up from my bed and walked out of my room.

Chapter 2.

I woke up to the noise of the shower, which was just the other side of my bedroom wall. It was 8:30am. Dad left the house around 7:15, and Mom left between 8:15 and 8:25. Emily was eager to start.

I arranged my pillow in the middle of the bed, and got a clean hand towel from the linen cupboard to cover it. I planned to have Emily lay face down on the bed because she’d see less, and would be more relaxed.

The shower stopped. A few minutes later Emily walked into my room, all rosy cheeked from the hot water. Her hair was hidden underneath a towel, and she wore her white cotton bathrobe. “Ready?” she asked.

It didn’t seem necessary to answer her. She loosened the belt of her robe, and shrugged her shoulders out of it. Underneath she was wearing a bra and panties.

“You can put the robe over the back of my desk chair, Em.”

She turned to put it down, then turned back to face me.

“You realize I’m doing my best to be brave,” she told me.

“And I’m doing my best to be calm,” I told her. We both had a short, tense laugh.

Emily looked me in the eye. “Here goes nothing.” She put her hands up behind her back, and unhooked her bra. She didn’t miss my eyes getting big as she pulled the bra away. It was the fist time I’d seen her boobs since I was in the fourth grade.

“Nice!”

“Hah! Doctors are not supposed to say that. But thanks!” She tugged her panties down to her knees, and stepped out of them. A luxuriant bush flourished between her thighs. She had a beautiful shape: her breasts a good handful each, a narrow waist, and healthy flare of her hips. A classic slender hour-glass.

“Hands above your head, and turn around slowly. I want to check your alignment,” I ad libbed. Emily did as she was told.

“Go lay on the bed, on your stomach. The pillow goes at your hips to lift your butt off the mattress. I’m going to go wash my hands and soap the thermometer.”

When I returned to the room, Emily lay quietly on the bed. Her arms were relaxed at her side, and her head was sideways so she saw me come into the room. “I’m so nervous!”

“Me, too. I’ve never done this before. I’ll go slow, tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

I got up onto the bed. In order to see her cunt I opened her legs up, and knelt between them. First things first, I put my hands on her ass again and pulled her cheeks apart. “Your butt hole is clean this time. Make sure it’s always clean before your checkups, OK?”

“OK.”

I grabbed the top of the back of her legs, my thumbs moving down between her thighs so I could pull her muscles apart. “OK, I see your cunt now. It’s pretty hairy.”

“Duh, what do you expect, Dave?! I was eighteen last November. My hair came in when I was twelve.”

“Do you want me to touch you there between your legs? If you’d rather not we can do it later.”

“No, do it now. I don’t mind. At least, I think I don’t mind. Just touch me all over lightly to start.”

Mainly I touched her hair. I slipped one hand araban escort up under her belly which was warm, almost hot. I used my palms to rub her thighs and cunt bush lightly.

“OK?”

“OK. If you’re going to take my temperature, first try to open my vagina with your fingers.”

“Sorry, Em. It’s nothing but hair, and it’s slippery.”

Emily got up on her hands and kness, then lay her chest back down on the bed. Her ass swayed alluringly in front of me. “Better?”

“Better. I can see your cunt lips. Just pull them open, huh?” I fiddled with her skin, which was tight and elastic. It wasn’t too hard to get the hang of, as it turned out. “Open. It’s pink. I’m going to put the thermometer in.”

“Slowly.”

“Right. Slowly.” The thermometer was half buried. The digital chirp beeped less than a minute later.

“All done.”

Emily got up off the bed, and put her robe on. Underwear in hand, she turned toward the door. But then she turned back to me. “You know, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to try something else. I’m kind of buzzing right now, seems a shame to end the exam so soon.” She took the robe back off, and laid back down on the bed, on her back.

Emily adjusted her hips on the center pillow, and opened her legs for me to kneel between her again.

“I’m kind of scared of this, but you’ve convinced me it doesn’t hurt to try. The Doctor is going to put a finger up into me. I want you to try to do that so I can see what it will feel like.”

“You want me to put my finger up into your vagina?”

“Yes.”

“Will it hurt you?”

“I don’t think so. If my vagina is dry, yes. But like I said, I feel kind of buzzy, maybe there’ll be some wet down there to help.”

It was a natural task, after all. I spread her vagina lips with one hand and rubbed my finger in her crack.

“It’s at the bottom of the slit,” Emily advised me. “Just press gently, you’ll feel the opening.

And yes, Emily had a wet vagina. It was natural to press my finger into her bit by bit, pulling it back out to lube it for the next press in. Emily gave no reason to stop. I found the ball of my hand resting against her cunt, and my index finger bathed in her vaginal glory.

“Just leave it there. I need time to get used to the feeling.”

It was as if the world stopped. Eventually Emily had me pull my finger out. She got up, put on her robe, and went into the bathroom. The shower ran for a few minutes, next I heard her go into her own room to get dressed for the day. I came out of my trance to discover that my finger was still in my mouth. Emily’s intoxicating musk filled my senses.

Chapter 3.

The next few days went pretty much according to our plan. Emily didn’t object to my taking her temperature in the evenings as well. If we were outside on the deck, she’d lie on her side on the porch swing. I’d sit next to her. It was easy to lift up the hem of her gym shorts, pull aside her panties, and now I knew where it was, to slip the thermometer into her vagina. If she was hanging out in my bedroom she would change into her nightgown, a flimsy cotton shift that came down to mid-thigh. She liked to lie on her side facing the door “in case anyone came by” while I lifted the hem from the rear and slid the thermometer between her lips.

I noticed she didn’t object if I left the thermometer in after it beeped. “If you’re holding it all those tiny little motions feel kind of good,” she explained.

For the first few mornings Emily was good about getting up for an early shower. Usually she was in my room disrobing while I was still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. For taking her temperature I had her lie over my lap. She didn’t know how sexy it was to pull open her butt and slip the thermometer into her cunt crack.

Each day I tried to have her move around more for me, to get comfortable being naked in front of me. My favorite was to have her lie on the bed on her back, knees up and apart, while I took my own sweet time rubbing her legs and belly, and enjoying the view of her sex. I dragged it out as much as I could. Generally Emily would demand I pull her sex open to look at it medically, and then would demand I push a finger into her vagina medically.

She liked me to leave my finger inside her forever, I guess about as long as I let her lie naked before touching her cunt. I began to sense her inner motions, the shifting of her muscles, and every now and then it felt as if she was squeezing my finger as it lay inside her, almost like she was milking it.

Of course, things never go exactly according to plan. It’s good to be adaptable when things change. Mom came home from work one day and handed Emily a pamphlet she’d picked up from the Doctor’s office. She thought if Emily read it she’d realize the exam was no big deal, and calm down.

It had the opposite effect, in fact. Emily lay on my bed that night on her belly, reading through it. I could tell by the agitation of her legs and feet (kicking in the arap escort air, rubbing against each other) that she was not exactly comfortable with what she was seeing.

“Come on, Em. We were cruising. What’s in the pamphlet that’s got you so riled up now?”

“Ah, David! We’ve been so naive. There’s more to the exam that what we’ve been practicing.”

“So let’s add it to our routine, if you want to, that is.”

Emily turned towards me with a smile, “You’re such a sweet brother. If only it were that easy. Some things I don’t know how we’d try out, and some things would probably gross us out.”

“Try me.”

“Blood test, for one.”

“Not fair. You’ve had them before, and it’s not unique to a physical.”

“True. Here’s the hard one. Besides using his finger in my vagina to feel my internal organs, he uses something called a speculum to open me up for a better view and samples. We don’t have a speculum whatever that is, and obviously we don’t have any way to take samples of whatever he is going to take.”

“We can Google speculum. Maybe we can find something at home, sounds like the thing that would be most helpful is to find something for your vagina that’s bigger than my finger.”

“Hmm. Maybe. Are you ready for the gross one?”

“Fire away.”

“After he puts a finger in my vagina to feel my organs, he puts a finger into my butt to feel my womb. If you did that your finger would come out smelling like shit. Plus, I’m not sure I’d even let you put a finger into my butt. Ah! This is going to be a disaster, I can see it already!”

“Calm down, Em. Let me think.” Of course I needed time to come up with a plausible way to stick my finger into her butt. “Well, I guess we could try it right after you’ve taken a crap. You know, wash your butt in the shower, then maybe it’ll be clean.”

“Urgg. Disgusting.”

“OK, let me think about it some more. Try to find out what a speculum is. Meanwhile, do we stop the study hall or keep going?”

Emily thought about it carefully. “Well, I think we should keep going. Number one, I am feeling a little more comfortable getting undressed. Number two, I’m still not completely comfortable when you put your finger inside me, but it doesn’t scare me the way it did the first few times. So yeah practice is good.”

Emily came over and lay on my knee. “Take my temperature again?”

Of course I was happy to do it. She stayed over my knee after the thermometer beeped, and asked me to put my finger inside, deep, to see if I could feel her womb. It was hard. When I pressed against it with my finger tip Emily kind of grunted.

Chapter 4.

Emily found a picture of a speculum to show me. It looked like an elongated duck bill. When it was opened up it really spread wide.

“Hard to imagine your tight little vagina taking one of those,” I teased her.

Emily almost cried. “I know, I’m so scared. It’s going to hurt terribly.”

I put my arm around her shoulder. “Now now. Let’s find something around the house that we can use to stretch you open a little wider. It may not be the same thing but it’ll probably help.

It was Emily who found the green zucchini in the fridge, in the cooler drawer. She had big eyes when she showed it to me. “Do you think I could take that?”

“We can only try. Let’s warm it up in the microwave.”

“No! The speculum is metal. It’s probably cold. I want to try it cold.”

I rinsed the zucchini in the sink and followed Emily back to my bedroom. Her gym shorts were tossed in a corner. She was kneeling at the edge of my bed, ass facing me, her elbows resting on the mattress.

“Open me up first with your fingers, and put a finger in all the way like you usually do. I need to get used to having something in there.”

The morning’s turn of events had got Emily excited. I was familiar enough with her cunt to know when it was dry or moist. With her legs spread and ass up, the first few dew drops were leaking out of her vagina, and slid in a glossy trail down her slit. Too, my finger went in deep on the second easy push.

“Ah,” Emily vented. “Now wiggle your finger around. Try to find my womb. Yeah. Don’t be afraid, just move it around.”

The zucchini was amazingly close in size to my hard cock. For the first time I realized I was fantasizing about putting my cock into my sister. For obvious reasons I kept that thought to myself. Instead I busied myself rubbing the zucchini tip up and down her slit to get it moist.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Emily encouraged.

I held her lips open, lined up the zucchini, and began to work it into her tight little hole. To my amazement, it began to slide into her. “Are you ok, sis?”

“Yeah, is it going in yet?”

“Uh huh, at least an inch already.”

“Cool. I mean, it’s cool. The cold feels kind of good. You can keep pushing it into me. I’ll let you know if it hurts.”

By now I’d got into the timeless rhythm of push-pull, each time gaining another fraction of an inch of depth. Emily was cooing on the mattress. “Ah! Yes, ah! David, this doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. It feels great, actually.”

A few more jabs, and my finger tips holding the zucchini stalk were half covered by Emily’s vaginal lips.

“Oh, my! David! Can you press it in any further? It doesn’t hurt at all.”

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Thanks to volunteer editor SexyGeek for help with this story.

This is a story of lust, not a story of love. The first two chapters told of my cousin Em discovering my big cock and fucking me in my wheelchair for the first time. Now it goes on.

It was Wednesday night. I was thinking, “Tomorrow Em will be coming over for the weekly cleaning and hopefully she will want to have sex again this week too.” I was having trouble getting to sleep so I took two sleeping pills and then got up in to my chair to go grab a midnight snack. I couldn’t find anything really good so I got a handful of peanuts and a few drinks of milk from the carton. I rolled back to my room. Before getting back in bed I started playing music on my laptop. I lined up with the bedside, bedside grabbing the board and sliding it under my left leg. Then I leaned forward placing my left hand on the far end of the board and my right hand on the wheel and pushing off to slide into bed. After putting the board in the seat I pushed the chair to the end of the bed. I grabbed under my legs with my right arm with a pull up and a twist I was in bed on my side. It must not have been long before I was fast asleep.

Hearing the doorbell, got out of bed and walked to the door to see who it was. I opened the door to see a beautiful girl that was my cousin Amila, Em for short. She stands at 5′ 10″ with a fit build but not skinny. If I had to guess I would say 145 pounds give or take 5 pounds. Her skin is perfectly tan. Her hair was up in a ponytail. Even like that it goes down to the middle of her back. Her hair is dyed a black color that shows some red highlights. She has a full chest and an ass to match. She was wearing her normal summer outfit of skin tight shorts that only come an inch or two below her crotch and a tight tank top that is too small for her frame. I was standing there at six foot tall 210 pounds with a slim waist and a V shaped torso. I was blessed with a large muscular frame even though I never went to the gym after leaving high school. I did however work in hard manual labor jobs that seemed to keep me fit.

As I opened the door all the way she rushed in, grabbing my boxer briefs, pulling them all the way to my ankles and dropping to her knees before I got the door closed all the way. She ran her hand up the inside of my leg until she came to my balls. Lightly cupping them in her hand she placed my hardening cock in to her mouth, moving her tongue around the head of it before taking it half the length into her hot waiting mouth. Her tongue moved around the bottom of my shaft as she moved her head up and down the length of it. With a pop my dick came out of her mouth. It sticks ten inches straight out from my body with a slight up curve to it. She took the head in her hand and make small strokes. She licked up the shaft a few times before taking my clean shaven balls in her mouth and rolling them around one at a time before she took my cock back into her mouth.

I placed my hand on the top of her head and pushed her off with a pop. When I let go she bared her teeth and gave the head a playful bite. Reaching down I pulled her up to her feet. Kissing the cleavage that was showing I found the bottom of her shirt and slowly started to pull it up to bare her stomach. Crouching down I started to kiss the freshly exposed skin as I continued to lift her shirt up, kissing up her body until I reached her neck and the shirt was off. Kissing down her collarbone I removed one strap off her shoulder then the other. Slowly kissing down her chest I moved my hands to the back of her bra unhooking it slowly one clasp at time. When finally the last clasp was undone the bra fell to the floor reviling her firm round perky DD breast with no tan lines to be seen. I placed my mouth around her right nipple lightly biting it and rolling it around in my teeth all the while I am playing with the end of the nipple with my tongue. My right hand found the left breast massaging it and squeezing it then moving my finger tip to her nipple giving a pinch between my thumb and index finger before rolling it back and forth. Giving her left nipple a pull I switched sides with my mouth giving it the same treatment as the other.

Kissing to the center of her chest I moved my hands down her sides to the waist of her shorts and followed it to the button. I undid the button and zipper. As my kissing neared her navel my hands moved to her hips pulling the shorts down slowly. I could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties or didn’t have any tan lines as I neared her pubic mound and her shorts hit the floor. Lifting one leg I pulled her shorts and flip flop off the foot. When she lifted the other leg I removed the shorts and last flip flop. I ran my hand up her leg as it was still in the air and placing it on my shoulder my kissing found the hot dripping wet pussy. I licked all around the clean shaven pussy before teasing the little bit of labia that was exposed. I ran my tongue along it getting a taste of her gaziantep escort bayan wetness that had formed there. I picked her up and pushed her to the wall as she swung her other leg on to my shoulder. She could put her hands on the celling as I began to stick my tongue in to her folds. Driving my tongue in to her as far as I could, then licking up to the hood I moved it to find the clit which was hard and waiting for me to tease it. I gave the clit a kiss and with my mouth open I moved my bottom lip around the clit. I looked up at her face she had her eyes closed biting her lower lip taking deep slow breaths in anticipation offor what was about to happen. I sucked the clit in my lips, rolling it round between them. Flicking the tip of the clit, my tongue increased the speed until her moaning became regular. Moving in closer I lightly took the clit in my teeth to apply gentle pressure as I continued to flick the tip of her clit until her orgasm over took her and her juices were running down my chin on to my chest.

I let her slide down the wall until her feet were on the floor. My cock, still hard, was trapped on three sides between her thighs and wet box. Turning her around I bent her over the table in the middle of the room. Pressing myself back between her thighs but not into her pussy I took a few strokes to tease her before pulling back far enough for the head to press against her opening. Giving a little push she started to open up and take my cock inside of her. Moving in and out with just the head and first few inches inside of her she tried to pushing more of my cock in by moving back towards me. Grabbing her hips I stopped her, holding her in to place, driving it all the way into her until I hit bottom. Then pulling out so just the head was inside her, I pushed it in her hard again till I hit bottom again. This time she pushed back too and I got a little more of my length inside of her. We did this again and again until I was all the way inside of her, taking long forceful strokes and watching her breasts slam forward and back with every stroke I gave her.

Grabbing her shoulders I pulled her up, then turned her around and pushed her on the table so I could put her legs up and on to my shoulders. Holding her by her thighs I drove my cock all the way inside of her giving short powerful strokes causing her to moan with every stroke. Watching her tits jiggle like two jello molds I reach up and grabbed one, palming it in my hand and squeezing it with a firm grip causing her moaning to get louder. Turning my head I kissed her calf, running my free hand down her thigh and then down to her pubic mound where my thumb found her clit, sending her over the top. Her pussy clenched my dick like a vice to the point I could barely move inside of her but I kept up what I could as I kept rubbing her clit to make her orgasm last. I could feel her legs tremble as her orgasm came to an end, which released the grip so my dick could move freely inside of her once again.

Leaning up she pushed me away from her and climbed off the table. Pushing me to the wall she put her leg up on my hip. Ihip I grabbed a hold as I lifted her up and spun her so her back was against the wall. Her hand moved down my stomach to my crotch grasping my hard member. She slid it back inside of her dripping wet pussy. She let out a gasp as I slid all the way inside of her. I moved my hands down to her ass and gave both cheeks a squeeze. Moving in and out of her I could tell I was getting close and so could she as my breathing became deeper.

She let her legs slide down to the floor so I couldn’t move inside of her. She started to guide the both of us to the couch. We both fell over the arm but somehow stayed connected at the hips. She pulled her legs up under her as she sat up placing both hands on my chest. I did the same with my hands on her. Moving her hips slowly up and down to take control of my orgasm, she slowly picked up the pace. I moved my hand down her body to find her clit to start rubbing it. Iit I could feel her body tensing up. I moved both hands to her side to hold her in place so I could move at in and out of her to cum with her. It hit her fast as I was moving as fast as I could go but not long after I felt the first shot go as I slammed up into her, pulling her down with me as the second stream went inside of her. She started to pull her hips up as the third stream came out.

Beep beep beep the alarm sounded. “Fuck,” I thought to myself. Beep beep beep. beep ” “you have got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumbled under my breath. Beep beep beep I pushed myself up so I was setting looking over at the alarm clock. Beep beep beep I scooted my butt over so I could lie on my left side to turn off the alarm. The clock read nine AM. I thought of what I had to do for the day not really wanting to get out of bed just yet. I couldn’t think of anything I had in the morning so I figured I would lie down till the alarm on my phone went off at ten. anal yapan gaziantep escort

I didn’t really get back to sleep so by the time my phone alarm went off I was ready to shut it off. I grabbed my shorts and socks from the foot of the bed putting them on and getting up in my chair to put a shirt on. As I was getting things around in the morning I received a call from my nurse. She told me she would be over around one to change my catheter. I was thinking, “Great, no naked cleaning today unless my cousin comes after she is gone. It was about noon when I made myself something to eat. I just got done warming leftovers up when my cousin walked in to the house.

“Hey,” I greeted her.

“Hey, time to get naked and clean,” she replied

“No nakedness just yet, the nurse is going to be here in forty five minutes or so to change my cath,” I told her

“That blows! I guess just nakedness after she leaves when I go to polish your knob,” she said with a grin.

“Guess so. I had a dream about you last night,” I told her

“Oh yeah, I had one about you to the other night. Was me, you and a bike ride that ended in me bent over your bike and you fucking me from behind.”

I told her about my dream in more detail then she told me about hers as I finished eating my lunch. After that she gave more information about her dream. It was more of a first time sex dream. I had her holding me around the waist with her pressing in to me. Then I had gotten a boner and when she felt it she started to rub it through my pants causing it to get even harder. Then she told me we pulled over on a road that wasn’t traveled very much and I fucked her from behind and I blew a huge load in her mouth. That is all she really said about her dream. After telling each other the dreams she was ready to go to my room and fuck but we couldn’t because the nurse would be here in fifteen minutes.

“You know what, if I can’t have it right now you’re going to have a hard on when the nurse comes over,” she stated.

“Ha ha, I don’t think so.”

“Oh yes you will. I’ll suck it ’til she hits the doorbell,” she said with a sassy tone. Grabbing my shorts, she pulled them down far enough to get my cock out so she could stroke it.

“Nothing will happen. It will go away before she sees it’s hard,” I stated

“So I can do it? But no touching it when she is here,” she said right before she put me in her mouth.

“Go for it,” I said as I put my hand on her head. That went on for about ten minutes until I saw a car pulling up in front of the house. “She’s here, stop.”

“Good,” she said as she tucked my dick back in to my shorts in what looked like it would be an uncomfortable position but made my shorts bulge out. “No touching, remember.”

“Okay okay, I need to get the door.”

“I’ll be back when she leaves,” she said as she went out the back door.

My nurse is in her late fifty’s about five one with short curly gray hair. You can’t really see her body form because she always is wearing scrubs with a shirt underneath them. I would guess she had a small frame with at least a B cup.

“Hi, how is your day going?” she asked as I let her in the door.

“I’m doing good. How about you?” I replied

“I’m well, are you ready to change your catheter?”

“I got everything out and ready.”

“Okay first let’s check your vitals,” she said as she dug through her bag that she set on the table. I was trying my hardest not to look at or adjust my crotch as she was taking my temperature and had the pulse/ox on my finger. When she was checking my lungs I caught her looking at my crotch.

She moved down in front of me crouching down to check the pulse in my wrist and feet. When she said “That looks like it’s uncomfortable. I think you need to adjust yourself.”

Acting surprised I said “What do you mean? Oh that it will go away in a little bit. I get them at random. They never last more than a few minutes.”

“Yes, but still you need to adjust it so you don’t hurt it. Here let me help you with it,” she said as she reached up the leg of my shorts to grab my cock to move it in to a better position. As she was pulling her hand out she pulled my cock down my leg. When she let go of my cock the leg of my shorts jumped up so that she could see up my shorts. She paused for a few seconds staring up the leg of my shorts before saying, “See, isn’t that better?”

“Yeah, better if someone wants to look up my shorts at my dick,” I said. I adjusted my leg then the leg of my shorts pulling them up and then down as far as I could making sure to flash the head of my cock at her.

She sat down at the table to go through all the boring questions, looking at my dick every time when she was waiting for my reply. I finally just sat my arm on top of it to hold it down and to rub it a little when she was reading the screen. When that was done we moved antep escort into the bedroom so I could lie down for her to change my catheter. After I got in bed I readjusted myself so my cock would pop out when she moved my shorts down to get to the super pubic site.

“Did I tell you I will be retiring at the end of the month?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, well that sucks. I will miss you coming over,” I replied.

“Yes I will miss it too, it’s nice having you as a patient.”

“I bet.”

“I get a break from all the older people that, I hate to say but, they are kind of boring,” she stated. I gave a little chuckle. She had finished laying everything out on the edge of the bed. She moved my shirt up and lifted my shorts up to scoot them down. As she lifted the waist band of my shorts and underwear my cock must of popped out from the look on her face. “Oh my,” she said with a surprise in her voice.

“What’s wrong?” I asked

“Oh you just popped out of your shorts. I’ll just move it so it’s out of the way”

“I’ll put it back in, sorry about that.”

“No it’s fine we can just leave it there,” she said with a hunger in her voice. She went on changing the catheter looking at my cock every chance she got. “Okay all done, is there anything else you need help with?”

“Not unless you want to stroke my dick? I saw you have been staring at it the whole time you were changing my cath.”

“Oh thank god I thought you would never ask. That thing is big! Even going limp it’s bigger than most,” she breathed with a sigh of relief.

“Yeah I get that. I guess this can be a going away present. You can play with it all you want,” I said.

“Well I can’t do too much. I still have other patients to go see,” he said as she pulled my cock the rest of the way out of my shorts. “Wow, how have you kept this thing hidden from me for the past year?” she asked as she started to stroke up and down the shaft in slow strokes bringing my cock back to the fully erect state.

“I don’t know. I guess it has never been hard like this when you have come by. Which is too bad. If I had known you would do this, I would have tried to get it hard before you visited a long time ago.”

“So you did this on purpose?” she asked as she started to stroke faster.

“No just a happy accident,” I lied but I wasn’t going to tell her my cousin was sucking my cock right until she pulled up in front of my house. I thought about rubbing her tit through her shirt but didn’t want to press my luck.

She moved to get in a better position and took the head of my cock in her mouth as she stroked my cock faster. With her free hand she reached down her pants, her arm moving back and forth. “She must be fingering herself,” I thought to myself. She let out a long low moan letting go of my cock with her mouth and hand.

“I got to go,” she said as rushed out of the room.

By the time I got up and out to the front room she was already in her car pulling away. At that time my cousin was walking in the back door grinning ear to ear.

“She looked happy when she left. What did you do?” she asked

As I was telling her what had happened she started to run water in the sink to do dishes. She hadn’t stripped down so I couldn’t play with her but she told me that she and her friends wanted to head out of town by six. She also said that she would need to leave my house by no later than three thirty so she could pack some clothes because they were going to spend the night up there and that she would only do dishes today and the rest next week when she came over. It was almost a quarter ’til three when she finished the dishes. She was rinsing out the sink when I went into my room and got in the bed to get undressed. I was in just my boxers when she came into the room completely naked.

“I don’t get to watch you get undressed?” I asked

“It doesn’t look that way, does it?,” she replied in a sarcastic tone

She had a skip in her step that caused her tits to jiggle as she came over to the bed to crawl on top of me putting her pussy right in front of my mouth. I looked down and she already had my shaft in her hand stroking up and down the length. I had seen her put the head in her mouth right before I licked the length of her cleanly shaven slit. I drove my tongue between her folds lapping in her wetness before finding her clit to get her off. She let out a soft moan that sounded like she had a mouthful of my dick. With that she got up and slid down to my cock, hovering her pussy above the tip make sure she had a position to slide down on to the shaft in the reverse cowgirl. After a few minutes I got a spasm in my leg causing it to shake for about thirty seconds.

“Holy shit that was good,” she moaned.

“I bet,” I chuckled.

She pulled up off of my cock letting it hit me in the stomach with a wet thud. She turned around to face me hanging her tits over my face as she slid me back inside of her. I rubbed her tits with one hand and had the other on her hip. I sucked her nipple into my mouth causing her to let out a soft short moan. Her breathing became heavier and I could tell she was getting close. Right as she let out the moan from her orgasm I bit down on her nipple firmly but not too hard. Her moan became a higher pitch as I did this. Looking down at me she smiled.

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STUDY MOM: How to Motivate a HighSchool Senior

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Author’s Note: All characters in this story at are least 18 years of age, and, even in role play, are “playing” characters at least 18 years of age.

***

It was weird, no doubt. But it was also the longest, hottest walk of my life.

I was newly 18 at the time, and, honestly, I barely remember how the conversation even began. Mom and I were talking about schoolwork, and studying, etc… Then she started talking about rewards, and things that might help me focus. Offering me cash, or movie tickets, or letting me borrow the car if she quizzed me and I did particularly well after a study session. You know, pretty standard parent stuff. Then, still looking for more ideas, Mom said something ridiculous like, “well, I know teenaged boys are obsessed with girls and sex and the like; maybe we could use that too.” At which point, I did something no one should ever do, I laughed at my mom.

She got mad, fast. I didn’t mean it as an insult, but as I saw her face grow more serious the laughter inside me died a horrible death and began to be replaced with a deep sense of “oh shit”. I managed to gather myself, and present a defense of my laughing, pointing out that; “Come on Mom, it’s not like you can offer me… A blowjob if I do really well or something! I think we can agree that Dad wouldn’t approve.” I added lightheartedly. But Mom just sat there, serious, if no longer furious, and replied, “Oh really…”

And, I know it’s wrong, but the way she said it was kind of hot. I felt a little flush of heat go through me as we sat there on my bed together, aware of how alone we were in my room. And as the tension grew and I began to fear that she would notice the line of a bulge that had begun to tent my pants, Mom grabbed a hoodie off a nearby chair and said, “Take a walk with me.”

And just like that, she started for the door, and I was left to scramble for shoes and a coat of my own so I could dash after her.

As Mom moved through the living room she called to dad that she and I were going for a walk so we could have a serious talk about my behavior and schoolwork. I shot a look at my dad, utterly confused as to what was happening, but he just gave a look back that said he was glad he wasn’t me and went right back to watching television.

When we actually got outside, Mom didn’t slow, she was walking… somewhere. I mean, where, I had no fucking idea, but she appeared to be pretty determined to get there fast, and it took me a minute to catch up.

It was one of those nights where it was kind of rainy, kind of cold, and kind of crappy, while gaziantep escort also not actually being raining and not truly cold. Just the kind of weather your Mom wouldn’t let you leave the house without a jacket for; and, true to her previous demands, Mom was at least wearing a jacket. I caught up to her, and was walking briskly along side of her, but she was silent and determined. I tried asking her where we were going. But she just said, “you know what we’re doing out here.” and kept walking. Now that… that had me blushing all over again, because the last thing Mom and I talked about, was me daring her with the fact that she would never… you know, go down on me… And her getting upset with me about it. So, there we were, walking down the street so she could, what… prove me wrong? I know it shouldn’t have been hot, but the cold air suddenly felt really good because I was burning up. I couldn’t help but notice how much Mom filled out the front of my hoodie all of a sudden. Or how lovely her eyes were, or how she walked with a little swish to her hips that was making it harder and harder for me to walk, the more I looked at it.

Suddenly Mom took my hand and led me through an alleyway. I felt like I was burning up, but in a weirdly good way. Like the best fever in the world that a person could die from. On the one hand, the suspense of her not, just, SAYING, what we were doing was killing me. On the other hand, it was so intense that I was way too afraid to ask after it again, just in case she crushed my… what? Expectations, hopes… maybe?

Near the end of the alley, Mom stopped me with a hand on my chest, and I thought for sure that she could feel my heart hammering to get out, from just that touch. I found myself thinking really dumb and simple thoughts, like suddenly noticing how freaking hot she was, or admiring that she had really full and sexy lips.

I know, and, Shut up. I was really struggling.

On the one hand, the tension was really thick, and, frankly, so was I. But part of me wished so much that she wouldn’t look down and notice that she, my mom, had given me a major hard on. But another, dumber part of me that had seen too much porn, wanted her to look down and be super impressed and turned on. Talking about how big I was and other such nonsense.

Instead, at the end of the ally, Mom looked up me from inches away and said; “In this part of town, at this time of night…” Mom began.

“I promise you, no one would look twice at a woman giving a little head to a handsome young man like yourself. So… if you study hard, and get at least an 85% or better, I’ll adıyaman escort take you here, and then I’ll go down on you.”

She stopped there, giving me an appraising look as if to make sure I was following.

“But if you get a 95% percent or better…” Mom said, taking me by the hand again and leading me outside of the ally. From there, she walked me down the street some more, just a half a block or so closer to the main part of town, and there, right by the road, she pushed me up against the wall again. “If you get a REALLY good grade, then we can do something a little riskier, a little more fun, and a little more public.”

She was looking at me like she was excited by what she was saying, and I had never been so turned on my life. I felt like I was going to burst with it. I managed to say something like, “but you can’t actually mean it though, right? I mean, not for real, for real”…

And when I said that, mom’s face lit up with a beautiful, happy smile as she gave me a sort of “I told you so” look, and, poking me in the chest with one finger she said, “I was hoping you would say that”.

And then my mom, very dramatically, slid slowly down. Moving to a kneeling position in front of me. She looked both ways down the street, (making me do the same out of habbit), and then she began to unzip my pants. It felt like she spent 10 minutes unzipping me, and when she was done, in that same slow, sensual, and deliberate pace, she reached into my underwear, wrapped her cool little hand around my cock, and brought it out into the night air.

Then she looked up at me, and said. “Now, normally, your mommy is a real slut when it comes to dirty dialogue during anything sexual; the filthier the better. But… this is a public place, your dad is back home waiting on us, and you know how I feel about talking with one’s mouth full”. At that, she laughed a little at her own joke and shot me a wink. “Maybe next time slugger… but for now”.

And just like that, I felt her warm lips wrap themselves around the head of my cock, and she pulled it gently from the cold misty night, into her hot and waiting mouth.

As blow jobs go, it was a bizarre mix of both filthy and clean. On the one hand, Mom was sweet, gentle, and quiet. She took her time, and gently slid her hands, lips, and tongue up and down the length of me. She build me slow and steady, never rushing; and honestly, she had me on the edge a lot longer than I’d like to admit. But as… and, fuck but the word is super accurate, “Motherly”, as it was, with its gentle care and pace, it was also kinda slutty.

Because akkent escort Mom moved her tongue, her mouth, and her hands like only the very best of professionals should. She barely moved, but her tongue was all over my cock and balls as she made it dance with expert grace. Her every touch was intense and passionate, building incredible pleasure in a short period of time and never letting those pleasure levels slip. In short, she was fucking amazing.

When I told her I was going to cum she didn’t even blink, and I’m pretty sure I came EXACTLY when she wanted me to. Instead, as I was trying not scream out, “Mom I’m cumming!” she just smiled sweetly around a mouthful of teenage dick, and gently cooed, “Mmmm Hmmm”.

I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming, and Mom never let up. She’d moved to a faster pace, but she wasn’t “pounding it out”. Instead she just assaulted my senses with swift, smooth, and steady stroking, as she jerked me into her mouth and down her throat. I honestly thrashed so hard I hurt my fucking head, but it was SOooooooo worth it.

When all was said and done, Mom just stood up, swallowed deep, looked both ways again, dabbed at her mouth with a cloth she produced from my jacket, and started walking home.

I had to run to catch up, eventually… because it turns out I needed several minutes to relearn how to walk after the orgasm she gave me.

But as we neared our house, and I tried to say something other than, “wow!” I finally landed on asking her, if that was what I got for good grades on a test, what would I get for really good SAT scores?

At that, Mom finally stopped walking. She turned to me, still very “mom” in her demeanor (I guess some things never change, no matter what), and looked thoughtful for a moment. Eventually she said, “Sweetie, if you get into a good college, you can have anything your young, perverted little heart desires. Anything. So you could go for a boring cliche’, and ask for my ass”… Mom let that hang in the air for moment, making sure that I was picking up on what she was saying. And I promise, I was. I have never paid so much attention to anything in my life! “Or”… Mom continued. “You could ask for something crazy, like… I don’t know… Picking ten friends and having a private little graduation party where I’m the party favor”. Mom watched me blush again, her smile telling me that she obviously enjoyed my reaction to seeing this other side of her. Then, just to push the tease further, or maybe to actually clarify, she finished the thought. “But that’s your call kiddo. I mean, they’d be gangbanging your mommy, and I can promise you, from similar experiences I’ve had… that you’d love it… but it’s up to you.”

And just like that, my night was over. Mom turned and walked back into the house, calling out over her shoulder, “study hard honey”, just before closing the door, and leaving me standing in the yard, desperately trying to cool down.

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Ron came knocking, he sounded out of breath and in a hurry, “Hi Bob, can you please help me with my car? I can’t get it started.”

I replied, “Have you got fuel in it?”

“Ha Ha, yes I’ve got fuel in it, I just filled it up yesterday.”

I asked Ron, “I’ve just got home and need a shower. Can I come round after?”

Ron sounding very urgent, “It’s just that I need to pick Jean up from work, she’ll be waiting.”

“You can take my car if you want?” I offered.

“Thanks, but we’re going shopping straight after, and I’d rather take mine if that’s alright?”

I grabbed my house keys, and replied, “Yes sure, let’s see if I can get you started.”

We walked around to his drive, and we talked while I started looking the car over.

I asked Ron, “I haven’t seen you or Jean for something like, what, over three weeks, are you both okay?”

Ron, “Yes, thanks, we’re both fine, just been busy you know, there is something else, but I’ll let Jean tell you that!”

It was about ten minutes, when I realised what the problem was, and fixed it.

A car pulled up, and Jean got out with another man who had obviously driven Jean home.

I heard Jean say to the other man, “Thanks’ Brian, would you like some tea, please come in?”

Brian seemed reluctant, “No thank you, it’s okay, I’ll be off and see you in a couple of days.”

“Please come in, as a thank you, please?” Jean sounded very apologetic and humble, not making eye contact, looking towards the ground.

I asked Ron who that other person was, and Ron told me that that was ‘Brian’, Jean’s boss. Who had obviously given Jean a lift home because Ron wasn’t there to pick her up.

They both passed us, and Jean turned round to introduced Brian to me, then both went into the house.

Ron asked me, “Have we finished here? Then let’s join them indoors.”

I said to Ron, “Yes, looks like you had a blocked fuel filter, should be okay now.”

Ron slapped me on the back, and said, “Well done, let’s go in!”

I tried to decline, “I’ll head home, as you’ve got company.”

“Nonsense, you’re having a beer with me, come on!”

I reluctantly accepted, and we both went in. I washed my hands in the downstairs cloakroom and then joined them in the lounge, where Ron had already poured a drink for me.

“Come on over Bob!” Shouted Ron; from his armchair.

I walked over, and sat down. Ron and I mainly talked to each other, as Brian and Jean were talking shop.

I overheard some of the conversation of Brian and Jean, where Brian seemed to be doing most of the talking and Jean politely nodding her head and agreeing. Her head seemed to be lowered like she was bowing, hardly looking Brian in the eye at all.

About fifteen minutes later Brian stood up and said, “Okay Jean, have you got that? Do you have any questions?” Speaking just like he was her manager.

Jean very slowly rose and stood with her hands clasped in front of her, “No, Mr Smith, I am sure I can manage with the paperwork, it’s no problem.”

“Okay then, as you know I’m out tomorrow. I will inspect everything when I get back.” Brian again, talked in a very authoritative but almost condescending tone towards Jean.

Jean replied, “I am sure you will be happy sir, I will see everything is carried out properly.”

With that, Brian said goodnight to both Ron and me. Jean followed behind Brian to show him out. “Good night Jean.” We heard Brian’s voice, then Jean, “Good night sir, I have a nice trip tomorrow sir!”

We heard the front door close, and Jean reappeared. She come and sat back down where she was sitting previously and said, “I’ve had an awful day, and then you not picking me up made it just the worst, I didn’t want Brian giving me a lift home at all, I hate him, he’s so patronising.”

Ron interrupted, and not showing any concern towards Jean, “Right then, we having something to eat?”

I stood and said, “I’ll be off now, you two carry on.”

Ron stood and placed a hand on my shoulder, “No you don’t, sit down and let me get some refills.”

Jean asked, “Chinese okay with everyone?”

Both Ron and I nodded our heads. I said to Jean, “While that’s coming, I’ll just go home and have a shower. I’d only just got home when Ron asked me to look at his car.”

Jean looked at me, “I’ve had a really hard day, and can do with a nice hot shower myself. Join me?”

I replied to Jean, “it’s okay Jean, thanks, I won’t be long.”

Jean looked at me with a stern look in her eyes, “I wasn’t offering you a choice Bob!”

I stood and smiled, shaking my head. Jean came up to me and put her arm through mine, and said to Ron, “We’re going up for a shower Ron, can you order the food?”

Ron picked up a leaflet and said, “Yes, Bob’s already done me a favour, I’m sure he won’t say no to you either. And don’t be too long with him, the food will be here soon.”

Jean walked us both arm in arm. I asked Jean, “I haven’t seen you for a while, you and Ron been okay?”

She looked up with a beaming smile; “Bob, I’ve bayan escort got a surprise for you!”

We got to the top of the stairs, I asked, “What sort of surprise?”

The grin didn’t leave her face. She hugged my arm tighter, as she said, “Bob, I really hope you like it, just wait babes, just wait.”

We walked into her wet-room where we both took our clothes off. As soon as we were both naked, Jean ran up to me, jumped up, throwing her arms around my neck, and her legs around my hips. She hugged me tight and whispered in my ear, “I’ve missed you Bob; I’ve missed you so much,” then gave me a long, deep kiss.

My cock slowly developed between the crack of Jean’s ass. Jean must have felt it. She reached around to grab my cock and started to stroke it, as we kissed.

She pushed her face and lips harder into me. Jean is so petite, she doesn’t weigh much at all, and I can carry her without even knowing she’s there. We stay indulged with each other for quite a while.

I broke off, and said, “I think we should turn the water on! We are here for a shower, aren’t we?”

Jean smiled, and unwrapped herself from me and stood.

I turned the shower on; there are multiple shower heads from different places, walls and ceiling. Jean pointed to a marble bench besides one wall in the shower room, “Sit down Bob!”

I did as Jean asked. She walked over and knelt between my legs, grabbed my cock and started to stroke it, sucking on the head, “Wow Jean take it easy babes.”

Jean raised her head, still looking at my cock and wanking it vigorously, “I’ve had a hard day, honey, and I now need something very hard… in me.”

She started blowing me again; I looked up to the ceiling and closed my eyes.

Jean went crazy on my cock, twisting her hands, sucking hard, like she was taking all the frustrations of her day out on my cock.

As I looked back down, Jean was sucking on my head, twisting her hands on my shaft, stroking me off. She would on occasion’s place my cock between the palms of her hands and move her hands back and forth rotating the cock-head. Then back down sucking on it for another minute, then back with her palms.

A good ten to twelve minutes must have passed when I said to Jean, “Jean babes, if you keep going like that, I’m going to cum soon.”

She popped my cock out, “I know this cock better than you Bob, and I’m just getting it nice and slippery.”

I replied, “There is a lot of water around for that, babes, but I guess you need to get things out of your system?”

I put my hands on her head and run my fingers through her wet hair.

Jean kept working on my cock, squeezing with both hands, sucking hard, often spitting on to it, even as the water fell over us.

Few minutes later, a cry from Ron, “Guy’s the food’s here!”

Jean looked at me pouting her lips to be kissed, which I obliged with.

She stood up in front of me, I followed her eyes with mine, she put her hands on to my shoulders, and said, “Bob, here’s my present for you, happy birthday!”

Jean seemed a bit calmer, her touch much softer, her voice more relaxed.

It was my birthday a couple of days ago, and at the time I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t seen Jean.

She took one hand and placed it on top of my head, and pushed it down, making me look lower.

My eyes looked at her petite body inch by inch glancing lower, her tits, and those very large nipples, not quite hard yet. I stuck my tongue out and licked one as I was forced to look lower. Her stomach, flat, I kissed it several times, getting lower. I finally arrived to her pussy, clean shaven as usual, but then I see a couple of shinny bits, “Oh fuck Jean, what the hell, you absolute horny cow!”

Jean had gotten her clit pierced, she has quite a large prominent clit, and now there’s a stud through it.

I stood and picked her up, turned round and placed her on the bench.

I started to lick and suck on her clit, flicking the stud with my tongue, I heard soft moans and cries from Jean, “Oh, yes, fuck, I knew you’d love it, ahh, Bob, harder, I can take it, please, harder, oh yes, that’s it babes, keep going, fuck, Bob, Bob, ahh.”

I flicked her clit stud around with my tongue more forcefully and kept sucking on it.

Then I thought, this is why Jean had not wanted to see me for a few weeks, it must have been very sensitive, and by the groans from Jean, I think it probably still was.

I placed two fingers into her pussy and moved them slowly in and out while rotating them as well.

Jean cried out, “Bob you bastard, ahh, I knew you would… ohh… love it, tell me you like it, babes? Ohh.”

With my other hand I reached out and squeezed one of her tits, pinching her hardening nipple, and then I moved to the other one.

Jean moaned, “Ahh, Bob, oaahh, love, oaahhh, you, babes, ahh.”

She grabbed my head and pushed it down, she asked me, “Babes, harder, please, ahh, please babes, make me, oh god, explode?”

Her hips jolted up in spasms, escort bayan Jean cried out loud, “I’m cumming Bob, Bob, I’mm, cuming, fuck me, oh god, fuck me, ahh.”

She was very loud; I think she wanted to make sure Ron could hear we were busy.

Jean grabbed my head and lifted it off, and squirted, three squirts; I stuck out my tongue, to capture some of it.

She pushed me away saying, “leave me for a minute will you honey?”

I lay on the floor letting the water run over me, my cock still hard and pointing up over my belly button.

I looked over to Jean on the bench, her back flat on the bench, both arms hanging down to the floor, one leg bent at the knee and foot on the bench, the other dangling to the floor. Her chest heaving and her hips jolted in small spasms.

A few minutes passed, and Jean’s voice, “Honey, get up?”

I saw Jean sitting on the bench with a bottle of liquid soap, she said, “We are supposed to be having a shower, come on let’s get soaped up!”

There’s a ‘Blind Spot’ from the spray of the shower heads; we stand in this blind spot, to soap each other up.

Jean squirted some all over her shoulders and tits, and I started lathering her, paying particular attention to her tits, I squeezed them and ran a finger over her nipples. She squirted some over me and soaped up my shoulders and chest.

Jean turned me around so she could do my back, then I in turned to do hers, making sure I pay particular attention to her pert ass, we’re now facing each other again.

Jean squirted some soap on to my cock and started to fondle my balls; we kissed tenderly, while I have both hands groping Jeans ass, and Jean stroking my cock.

Jean pushed me sideways into a stream of water, hitting my cock, stroking away, making sure all the soap was cleansed off.

Jean guided me back to the bench and lightly pushed me down so that I sat on it. She then stood on to the bench with her feet either side of my thighs; she guided my cock in to her entrance. Then placed her hands on to my shoulders, lowered herself on to my cock. She got half in and said, “Never can get this bastard in in one go, you’re so big, ahh.”

She rose slightly then stabbed back down, with all the water and our lubricants, Jean whispered in my ear, “Ahh, bastard cock, got it in!”

I instinctively started to thrust slowly, Jean said, “Just sit there big boy, just sit there, don’t move.”

She placed her arms around me in a cuddle, and rested her head on my shoulder.

Usually Jean likes to fuck hard, and rough, using strong language. But I somehow got the message that she just wanted a quiet, relaxing, tranquil time together.

I could feel her cunt throbbing around my cock like a heartbeat. I placed my arms around her and cuddled her back. The warm water cascaded over us, just the noise of the shower could be heard, it was peaceful. I slowly turned my head and softly kiss the nape of her neck, several small kisses, and gently run my fingers up and down her back. The warm water fell over us, soothing our bodies, we seemed to be as one.

At one point my cock throbbed and I moved my hips up lifting her, Jean lightly tapped me on my back and said, “Easy big boy.”

An impulsive action on my part, “Sorry babes, couldn’t help it.”

Jean softly said, “Control honey, self-control.”

A few minutes passed and I thought Jean had fallen into a blissful sleep.

Ron startled both of us, standing at the bathroom door and asked in a loud manner, “You going to be long with him? Your food’s cold now.”

Jean’s whole body jolted in shock, she raised her head to look at Ron, and with a very angry expression; you know the one, if looks could kill, and all that, shouting, “Ron you’re a fuckin bastard, does it look like I want to eat… food… right now… Bastard, you watch I’ll get you back. Can’t you see I was just having some quiet time?”

Jean looked back to me and asked, “You hungry Bob?”

I looked over to Ron, “Mate, we might be here for a bit longer, we’ll join you later.”

Ron shrugged his shoulders and said, “You two fuckers, making me eat alone again!”

I looked back to Jean, “Maybe we should go?”

Jean said, “I was so lost in a wonderful place before he barged in, now he’s just pissed me off, the little prick that he is, and has!”

I held Jean’s face with both hands, and said in a quiet whisper, so as not to sound like I was on anyone’s side, “Let’s go down, eat with him, then we can come back up for dessert.”

Jean rested her forehead on my chest and said, “Yes I suppose you’re right, but I want this cock in me it’s where it belongs.”

I kissed the back of Jean’s head, “Come on babes, you know it will be in you again soon.”

Jean sighed deeply, kissed me softly and dismounted.

We dried off and Jean put on a gown, and I without my boxers put my jeans on. We both joined Ron downstairs. Ron had reheated the food, and we all had a bite to eat and chatted. We took about fifteen minutes, and bayan escort gaziantep then cleared up.

Ron sat in his usual armchair, and I was on the sofa. Jean walked in carrying a bottle of wine and three glasses. She started to pour out some wine for all of us, but Ron said he was okay with his beer. Jean came and sat next to me. We again chatted for a bit. While we talked, Jean stroked my thigh.

The topics of conversation ran dry, when Jean said, “Ron, you want to join Bob and me upstairs?”

Ron looked over to us and said, “No, you two carry on, it’s okay, I’ve got this book I want to finish.”

I looked at Ron and said, “Oh come on Ron, don’t be a spoil sport!”

Jean angrily shouted, “For fuck sakes Ron! If you don’t want to come up we’ll do something right here, you’re pissing me off more and more by the minute.”

Still staring at Ron she said, “Get up and come over here?”

Ron was reluctant, “No, it’s okay, take Bob upstairs.”

Jean getting very angry, stood up and stomped over to Ron, grabbed his hand, “You little fucking shit, get up?”

There was no way Jean would be able to move Ron, as Ron is quite a bulky person and Jean is so, so, tiny.

Jean frowned at Ron, whilst holding his hand, then she shouted again to Ron, “I told you, I’m in no mood for stupid fuckin games, now get up, and get over there!” Throwing her arm out and pointing towards me.

Jean turned and looked over to me, “And you, get rid of those jeans?”

I was never going to disobey Jean; I just loved her commanding boldness. I got up and removed my jeans, then sat back down. By this time Ron was up and Jean was walking him over to me by the sofa.

As Jean started to undo and remove her gown, she said to Ron, “Come on you ass-hole, drop your pants and take out your prick?”

Ron undid his belt and dropped his trousers and lowered his pants to the ground and stepped out of them, took off his shirt and now we were all naked. I was sitting on the sofa, and Ron was standing just besides me, he was about to sit next to me when Jean said, “Get up Bob?”

We’re both in front of Jean; my cock is already at half mast, Ron still limp. Jean brought over a foot stool and knelt on it in front of us. She spat on my cock and started stroking it. She moved over to Ron and started sucking him off. I’m hard in a matter of minutes, Ron nearly there I think, I could not see it, it being in Jean’s mouth.

Jean took it out of her mouth and grabbed it with her other hand, she then turned to my cock and spat on it again. She was stroking both of us.

Ron’s cock is not that big compared to mine, if you can imagine a baby carrot next to a prize cucumber. Not to be modest, but, even a large cucumber is smaller than my cock.

Jean manoeuvred us so that our cocks were next to each other. As I have mentioned before, neither Ron nor me are gay, but we let Jean do whatever she wants with our cocks.

Jean held both cocks just at the base of the head and rubs our cockheads together, licking each one in turn, Ron did not seem to be leaking, pre-cum, but I’m flowing. Jean licked some of it, and smeared it over Ron’s prick. Jean tried to take both cocks into her mouth but couldn’t, so she sucked off one at a time, then again rubbed them together, occasionally slapping them against each other.

She squeezed my cock and got it to spit out some pre-cum, and put it on to Ron’s prick, like she was squeezing out toothpaste on to a brush. She then rubbed my shaft with Ron’s prick from head to base, first along the top, then along the bottom.

Jean looked up towards both of us, and said with a cheeky smile, “How you doin boy’s?”

She looked at Ron, “You’re, about to cum, aren’t you?”

I heard Ron groaning, “Yes, Agg, I’m cuming.”

Jean kept rubbing the heads together, much harder, Ron released his first load and Jean let it go over on to my cock. She then took Ron into her mouth and Ron fired again. For his third load Jean let it over my cock again. That was Ron finished.

Jean took my cock, looking up in to my eyes licked off Ron’s cum, and then sucked my cock clean.

Jean knew I would not cum that quickly, she stopped sucking, and stroked slowly, looked up to Ron, placed a hand on his oversized belly, and with a couple of light slaps said, “You can fuck off to your book now, while I take Bob upstairs to fuck my brains out!”

Jean and I both went up to her bedroom, she leant over the bed, placed her hands on the bed and stuck her ass out, “Do me here to start with, and I want it hard, none of that sissy poking about, just a hard fuck, O… and don’t stop till I cum, got it?”

I moved behind her and rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, she was wet, I smeared my pre-cum around her slit, and I could feel her clit stud, where I concentrated more pressure onto. It also felt nice on the tip of my cock. I then located her opening, Jean said, “Hold on big boy,” and moved one leg over to widen her stance.

Jean wiggled her ass, “Okay let’s go.”

I pushed hard and entered just half way then retreated, then back in a bit deeper, and back out, back in, inching further in till I was buried, a cry from Jean, “Ahh, back where it belongs!”

I grabbed hold of her hips, and slide out, Jean turned her head to look at me and said, “Remember what I said, hard, fuckin hard, and make me cum!”

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Oh my god, was all I heard, I did hear the door open or anything. There she was just standing there with her mouth open, her eyes wide, wide open staring at us. The woman who I later found out was her mother in law (Anna). Anna was staring for a couple of seconds and then started yelling in Spanish. I took Spanish in school, but I couldn’t make out any of the words except “puta” and “coolio”, and “boaka” (maybe spelled wrong). Maria was just lying the with her legs spread, and cum all over her hairy pussy, and I was sitting up with cum all over my dick. Anna then started talking in English now. “What the hell are you doing”?, you slut, you fucking slut, what the fuck are you doing. How could you do this you stupid bitch”, and you (at me) who the fuck are you, what the fuck are you doing fucking my daughter-in law?”

As the blood was slowly leaving my face, and draining out of my body all together I heard Maria laughing. I looked at her in disbelief. She was laughing at her mother-in law who just caught her cheating on her son. Literally with cum still all over her pussy. I then herd Anna start laughing. I then looked at Anna, and she had a hand over her mouth and she was laughing out loud. I then stood up and took a few steps back, to separate myself from this whole thing. I look at them both. Maria then stood up and looked at me as she walked over to her mother in law. She stood right in front of her mother in law and grabbed Anna’s pussy through the stretch pants she was wearing. I squinted my eyes to see if I was really seeing what I was seeing.

I then started to smile a reflex because I really didn’t know what to do. Maria and Anna smiled and Maria then said “Anna and I escort antep have been fucking since I met @@@@ (her husband). I then just nodded my head. I stood back as I realized I was set up. I then observed Maria started rubbing Anna’s pussy. Her stretch pants were black but I could make out damp spot in her crouch. Anna then put one arm around Maria, and the other hand’s fingers grabbed Maria’s nipples and started pulling them. I heard that you like playing with Maria’s nipples. They are sooo sexy, and long. I love sucking on them. Do you? Yes I do, I answered. Maria then said that Anna had nice nipples too. She then pulled Anna’s shirt up and Anna raised her hands as it was pulled off.

Anna was wearing a white bra; her tits were saggy, but not repulsive. I walked over to her, not really realizing that I was naked. When I was really close to them I said hello to Anna, she smiled and said “hi”. I then leaned in and kissed her red lips. (A lot of lipstick). We touched tongues but she barely moved hers. As we kissed, Maria said feel what you are doing to her. She then grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy. I felt the moisture through her stretch pants. As I was doing that Anna grabbed my cock and started jerking me off. The cum was still wet and it was used to lubricate my dick. I was slowly getting hard again. Maria then pulled down Anna’s pants.

She had that Latino tan; Anna was not wearing any panties. She had a really really really hairy pussy. I brought my hand to and started rubbing it. She got wet just like Maria. Anna then grabbed me toward her. She whispered in my ear, “I saw you face when you saw Maria’s hairy pussy, you escort araban really liked it didn’t you?” Yes I did, I then answered how did you know that? She then said that she watched the whole thing. Maria then got down on her knees and took my dick and started sucking it. I then look at Anna and said “Maria is such a good cock sucker”. Anna then looked down and said how does his cum taste? I then looked at her and said “why don’t you go and find out?” She then knelt down and pulled my cock out of Maria’s mouth and started sucking with a vengeance. Maria, then stood up, and looks at me and asked my if I was mad at her. I looked at her, and said “yea I a furious”, then we started laughing. We both look down at Anna sucking my cock. Maria then asked me if she was better than she was. I said no, but she really was.

Maria then said to Anna, that @@@@ (her husband) would be back soon. Anna then stood up and turned around, leaned over the couch, reached around her back and pulled her ass cheek. I then saw her ass and the top of her pussy. Maria, then grabbed my by my dick and pulled me toward Anna. She then put my cock against Anna’s pussy. She then pushed me in. Anna’s pussy was really loose. Too loose to get any friction, but I still pumped away. I then leaned into Maria, and whispered to her. Will she let me fuck her ass? Maria then said out loud.

Anna he wants to fuck your ass. She then answered; good I can barely feel anything. I then pulled out and eased my way into her ass. It was really tight. I then just started pumping… I would go all the way up to my balls and then pull all the way out to the point were the head was only gaziantep arap escort bayan in. I fucked her ass really good. Maria then went down and started licking Anna’s ass and my dick as it when in and out. I was in heaven…. Anna started making noises, and Maria asked her, if she was going to cum.. Anna said’ I am going to cum, I am going to cum, AHHH AAHH aahhh, Si SI SI SI, fuck me, fuck my ass, I then looked at Maria, I am going to cum, Maria said cum, do it for me, cum, cum baby, cum in her ass, Anna’s ass contracted on my dick, she then said “I’m cumming” aahhhh ahhh… Maria, I am cumming…..

Maria, then asked how does it feel? I then said this is how it feels, I then reached around and put my finger in her ass. She made a small jump and yes,,,,… I then started going in and out, although it was really hard, because she was dry. I was still pumping Anna, and I said I want to cum…. Anna then said cum for me baby… I leaned back with my body and came in her ass…. I pushed all the way in and held it there. I didn’t say anything. Maria was still telling me to cum. Anna then told me that he did. Maria then went in between us. She pulled my dick out and sucked the cum off my dick and from Anna’s ass. She had it in her mouth….. Anna then stood up and kissed my then Maria, stood up and kissed Anna. Anna gagged a little because she was pushing the cum in her mouth….

They were tongue kissing in front of me it was really sexy, but I didn’t want to join in. They stopped kissing… and started looking at each other and wiping their faces. Anna then grabbed my cock to get the cum off of it. She then wiped it on her pussy and said next time I want you to cum in my pussy. I just stood there and shook my head. Maria then said I need to get out of here… I look at my watch and said yeah… I grabbed my clothing and started getting dressed.

The door then opened and he was home. Maria then said hello to him. She then ushered him into the kitchen and Anna and I were able to sneak out the door.

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Four months had passed. Sarah and John were back to their old selves. A few times a week, once all the kids were in bed, the two of them would quickly and quietly get to their bedroom and play hide and seek with John’s cock. Sarah was still having some discomfort when pleasuring John, but each time got a little easier. There were the times when each of them were so horny that it was kind of surprising that the kids didn’t wake up and interrupt them.

Janet had been on cloud nine for a few weeks after her night spent with John. Eventually, the thrill wore off and she was back to fantasying about men that were out of her reach while she played with her vibrator. One day her vibrator quit working. New batteries were not able to fix the vibrator and after a week of no substantial satisfaction Janet decided that may be contacting Sarah and John might be worth a shot.

Later that week, Janet got the nerve to finally call Sarah and John’s house. Three rings later, Sarah picked up the line, “Hello?”

“Hi Sarah,” Janet started off. After she introduced herself and the two shared some small talk, Janet asked how John was doing.

“He is doing pretty well,” Sarah responded. “He isn’t at home right now, is there something either of us can do for you?” Sarah recalled that it had already been a few months since Janet and Sarah had planned John’s fantasy evening at Janet’s house. When John had returned from that fantasy-filled night, Sarah and he spent most of the next evening talking about what all John and Janet had done. Sarah didn’t know what to think when her pussy started to moisten during their conversation. To be honest, she didn’t think much of it until Janet’s telephone call.

Janet had become much more confident in knowing what she wanted and asking for it since her evening with John. And now that she was without any good way of getting some release, she was definitely needing and wanting some time with John. The question would be if Sarah was going to be willing or not. Janet knew they had a good marriage and certainly didn’t want to mess that up. Yet, she couldn’t think of a better time she had had than when she spent the evening with John. Instead of beating around the bush, Janet got right to the point.

“Well, Sarah, I never had a time as enjoyable as I did with John a few months ago, and I know that the two of you are happy together, but I was just asking if occasionally John would come by my house and spend some time with me?” Both ladies knew exactly what was being asked. Janet was hoping for a yes. Sarah thought about it for a minute before responding.

“I know that John would be more than interested. It was easy to see how much he enjoyed spending time with you.” Sarah paused before continuing. “Do you think…,” she hesitated, “I could join the two of you?”

Janet’s mind began racing. She had never participated in a threesome. And she never would have thought that Sarah would be interested in one. Janet didn’t want this opportunity to get away from her. She quickly responded, “Absolutely! Has John ever expressed interest in a threesome?”

Sarah responded, “He hasn’t mentioned it to me, but I don’t know of any guy who wouldn’t be interested in being pleasured by two women at one time.”

“When do you want to do this?” Janet asked.

“I need to get the kids a babysitter. Once I do that, all we need to decide is your place or ours.” Sarah answered. They left it at that. Sarah would get the babysitter lined up and then call Janet back to decide all the other details.

That evening, Sarah rode John’s cock with frenzy. She was actually quite turned on by the idea of sharing John with Janet in the same bed.

Later that week, Sarah called Janet to let her know that the babysitter was all set for Saturday. Normally, John would try to get some work done in the yard, but the weather forecasted for that day was nothing but rain and more rain. Sarah would drop off the kids at the babysitter at 1pm. She suggested to Janet that she should show up at the house at that time. Then, if Janet wanted to have some ‘alone’ time with John, she could. Once Sarah returned to the house, she would simply join in on the fun.

Janet decided to go shopping before Saturday. She wanted to wear something that would leave very little to John’s imagination. After visiting four different stores, she found exactly what she was looking for. The whole lacey outfit could have fit into a change purse. It barely covered her nipples and her pussy. A G-string would have been more material than what she had just purchased.

Saturday morning arrived. Sarah and John were still in bed. Luckily, the kids were still asleep. Sarah rolled over and kissed John. When her lips left his, her left hand felt its way into his boxers. John’s cock began to stiffen with an influx of blood. He moaned and began grinding himself against her hand. Sarah whispered in his ear “I’ve got a surprise for you this afternoon.”

John responded, “I hope it escort gaziantep bayan involves you in bed here with me.”

Sarah laughed quietly and smiled. “That is only part of the surprise.”

John was intrigued. He asked for more details but Sarah was not very forthcoming. She was still very turned on and stripped off all that she was wearing in bed. John knew exactly what that meant; he was getting lucky early in the morning, somewhat of a rarity.

Sarah sprawled out on the bed and begged John to ravage her body right here and right now. She wasn’t interested in any foreplay, she wanted him hard and fast and deep. “Don’t hold anything back there, big fella,” she said with a very mischievous grin. John slowly slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Once completely in he just waited as his cock twitched and her pussy walls clinched tightly. John started with sucking each nipple. Sarah tried not to moan too loudly, but John was making it quite difficult for her to not wake up the kids. When John began kissing her neck, Sarah started breathing heavily into his ear as she nibbled his earlobe. She knew exactly what to do to John to drive him over the edge. As she concentrated on his ear, John couldn’t hold himself back anymore and drove all seven inches of his cock in and out, back and forth. With each re-entry, Sarah moaned as John would speed up his thrusts…rubbing every inch of her pussy. When Sarah could not take any more teasing and waiting, she grabbed at his nipples and pulled him down so she could flick them with her tongue. Finally, she blurted, “Come on and fuck me hard!” John had never heard Sarah use that word before. But, it was all that he needed to nearly pile-drive her into the mattress.

After what seemed like ten minutes, but was more like two, John crawled off of Sarah and they both laid there trying to catch their breath. Both knew the kids would be awake and bouncing around the house at any minute. Sarah jumped up and headed to the shower while mentioning to John, “That should hold you until this afternoon.”

John got up and dressed as the kids started running around the house. Before long, after breakfasts and playtime and naps and then lunches, Sarah got the kids into the car to take them to the babysitters. As she left, she gave John a passionate kiss and grabbed at his cock through his jeans. “I hope it stays hard this afternoon,” she whispered. As she walked away she said, “If Janet drops by, go ahead and spend some time with her, just the two of you…I’ll join in when I back.”

Sarah got into the car and took off. As the garage door lowered itself back down, John still couldn’t believe his ears. Whispering to himself, “I’ll join in when I get back?” Was she really talking about the three of them in bed together, he thought? His mind began thinking of all the things that could happen over the next few hours.

John quickly made his way back to the main part of the house and tidied up a bit here and there. He made his way to their bedroom to see if there was any cleaning there to do before Janet or Sarah got to the house. Really, what he was doing was trying to think of anything to do to pass the time.

Janet was already on her way. She figured that if she got to the house a few minutes early, it wouldn’t be a bad thing. As long as Sarah was delivering the kids to the babysitters, that meant that John was in the house alone and thus ready for a visitor.

The clock read ten till one as Janet pulled up to the house. While it was raining, it was also rather warm outside. She was dressed in nothing but the lacey, barely there, lingerie, under a not so inconspicuous trench coat. Anyone who saw her get out of the car and come to the door would know that something was up. Very few women wear trench coats. And even less wear them in early June. She quickly got out of her car and walked to the front porch. She rang the doorbell three times. Waited a few seconds and then rang twice again. What material was covering her pussy was already wet and the breeze that found its way up the trench coat hit every nerve ending on her clit.

John opened the door to find Janet smiling and inviting herself in. The two of them walked to the living room and Janet asked John to sit down on the couch, apparently she had a surprise for him. Once he was seated, Janet stood right in front of him and dropped the trench coat. Before his eyes was all of Janet’s incredible body he had enjoyed a few months ago. Janet asked if he would like to show her around the house, particularly where the bedroom is located. John sprang up from the couch and pulled Janet to him. They passionately kissed as his hands grabbed both asschecks. Janet moaned as his cock was pressed up against her pussy’s opening. She whispered, “I desperately need you. Can we hurry to the bedroom?” The two of them raced up to the second floor and quickly removed John’s clothes. John laid down on the bed as Janet climbed gaziantep escort cim cif bayan on top. She shifted the small amount of material covering her pussy to the side and slid John’s erect cock into her wet opening. No teasing, no holding back, Janet started raising and lowering herself as both of them grabbed for each other’s bodies. John started with Janet’s nipples and then moved back to her ass, occasionally spanking her. Janet, on the other hand, pulled at John’s hair and would occasionally fall on him allowing him to quicken the pace of penetration. John’s mind thought of what Sarah had said to him when she left… I’ll join in when I back. It was that thought that drove John to the brink of ejaculation.

Janet rolled off of John’s frame and the two of them laid there quietly. Janet began rubbing her clit as John’s cum continued to ooze out of her pussy. John was nearly asleep when Sarah opened the door to see Janet and John resting. Sarah saw that the two of them had already completed the first round of the afternoon. She also knew that the next round would be starting soon so she removed her clothes and climbed in the bed.

John began caressing Janet on his left and Sarah on his right. In turn, Sarah and Janet began concentrating their efforts on John’s body. Janet started by tea-bagging John, as well as occasionally licking up and down his cock. Sarah watched and then began passionately French kissing her husband. Sarah had not figured that watching another woman with her husband would be such a huge turn-on for her. Her pussy continued to dampen as she rubbed her fingertips across his chest.

Janet, while still concentrating her efforts on John’s cock, noticed how large and bouncy Sarah’s D-cups were. Janet was a little taken aback, considering her breasts were only B cups. Why would have John spent so much time with her breasts at her house during their first evening together if he had those huge boulders to come home to. He must be a breast man, she thought to herself.

John laid Janet back down on the bed and positioned Sarah so that she was crouching down and licking Janet’s breasts. With Sarah pussy opening sticking straight up in the air, John stood behind her and began fingering her opening, causing her to moan and she took more of Janet’s nipples into her mouth. Once John’s cock was back to attention, he placed his hands upon each of Sarah’s hips and slowly pushed himself inside. Janet wanted to watch has John penetrated Sarah, but she also wanted to close her eyes and enjoy Sarah’s tongue flicking across her nipples.

It was Sarah’s first time with another woman. Even though, John was a part of the action, Sarah’s heart raced at the realization that she was sucking on another woman’s tits. Janet alternated between watching John thrust his cock into Sarah and watching Sarah’s D-cups swaying and bouncing into each other. She raised her right hand and began to fondle Sarah’s breasts, amazed and how heavy they were. The new attention to her breasts took Sarah by surprise. It was at that time that John hit that spot that she couldn’t get enough of. Her body was on complete overload…she sucking Janet’s nipples, Janet groping her breasts, and John assaulting her pussy. She continued to build toward her greatest orgasm yet. What sent her over the top was when John, while pumping her, bent over and began nibbling on her shoulder blades. Sarah’s body began shaking uncontrollably; she took her lips off of Janet’s breasts. Janet in turn, shifted her body so her face was just under Sarah’s bouncing breasts. First Janet would suck on Sarah’s left breast, while groping the right breast. Then she would switch. Back and forth, as Sarah began screaming out in ecstasy at the growth of her orgasm. John slapped her ass in between thrusts as Sarah lost all control. As her body fell to the bed, Janet moved out of the way and rubbed herself as Sarah laid shaking on the bed. John continued to thrust Sarah’s pussy as Sarah screamed out “Don’t stop!” John could feel her pussy’s wall contract as his cock shot out another load of semen into her convulsing vagina. Breathing heavily, John pulled out right away and stood there to watch his wife enjoy her orgasm. Janet, too, watched and hoped that the positions could be switched so she could experience what Sarah was enjoying at the moment.

As her body slowly returned to its exhausted, but enjoyed, state, Sarah began to breathe normally again. Her body continued to lie on the bed as John and Janet looked on. Eventually, Sarah rolled over onto her back and said, “I can’t believe how incredible that felt. I’ve never experienced anything that strong and overwhelming before. And I can’t wait to experience it again.”

John was ready for a rest before fulfilling another fantasy. Sarah and Janet decided to wash up in the shower while John waited for them. The two ladies left the door open as John couldn’t believe his eyes. Janet cinsel bilgiler and Sarah were washing each other in the shower. Gingerly cupping her Janet’s breasts, Sarah soaped each one up and rinsed them. After each one was washed, Sarah began gently sucking on each nipple, bringing them to a hardened state. Janet, in turn, buried her face between Sarah’s D-cups while the warm water continued to shower down on both of them. John did everything he could to not blink. He didn’t want to miss a second of this very erotic shower. And while he wasn’t quite ready for the next round of fucking, he knew that these images that he was memorizing would be thought of many times in the future.

When the hot water was gone, Janet began rubbing herself in the shower as Sarah stepped out to grab a towel. John called out to the two of them, making sure that they knew to keep their hair wet. He didn’t know why, but a woman with wet hair was a huge turn-on for him. Sarah was getting hungry and told the other two that she would get some food and bring it up for the three of them. In the mean time, Janet dried off, leaving her hair wet, and walked seductively back to the bed where John was still lying. She got on all fours as she crawled on the mattress and went straight to sucking his cock back to life. Groping at his balls, her tongue darted hitting every nerve on his cock. It didn’t take too long before she was filling her mouth with all seven rigid inches. Janet crawled around on the bed until she was able to whisper in John’s ear, “I want you to fuck me with no restraint. Whatever you want, however you want it; just take complete and total control of me. But I want it hard and I want to feel attacked and helpless.” John positioned her on all fours, forcing her head down to the mattress. After guiding his cock into her pussy, from behind, he pinned her arms behind her back and grabbed her hair. Forcing her back down and pulling her head up, he thrust himself into her pussy. As she whimpered, he continued the onslaught until he could feel his balls start to move and his cock began to get that feeling of another ejaculation coming. Quickly, he turned Janet around and had her lay on her back, with her legs resting on his shoulders. He pinned her arms to her sides as he reentered her. Already having neared his climax, it didn’t take long for his vicious thrusts to bring him back to his fourth ejaculation of the day. How he wasn’t shooting blanks by now momentarily crossed his mind.

Sarah had gotten the chance to watch the last few minutes after John had moved Janet to lying on her back. She had never seen John as forceful before. She was hoping that he would try that on her some day. She thought to herself, “That is a fantasy I’ll have to keep in the back of my mind for later when it is just the two of us again.”

The three of them spent the next hour taking turns between eating and groping each other. Janet, again, took an interest in Sarah’s D-cups. It wasn’t enough to spend some time with them earlier in the shower, she needed more time with these boulders that Sarah carried around with her. Sarah, on the other hand, was getting more comfortable with the small group setting. Did that mean she was interested in swinging with other females and couples? It was one thing to have an afternoon like this with someone she knew pretty well, but could she see herself doing this with folks that are closer to strangers than friends? All of these thoughts continued to cloud her mind as Janet lay down on the mattress and asked her to lie on top of her so that her breasts would hang above Janet’s waiting mouth. John decided it would be a good show to simply watch the two of them for a while and continue to recharge. He wasn’t sure how much he had left in him. He wished he could go on for days, but that just wasn’t possible. But, he figured he could summon one more erection before collapsing with exhaustion.

John watched as Janet sucked and fondled Sarah’s breasts. Sarah’s nipples continued to become more and more raw with all the attention they were getting that afternoon. Soon, the two ladies were alternating positions, sometimes Janet on the bottom sucking on Sarah’s nipples, and sometimes Sarah on the bottom sucking on Janet’s nipples. All the while, John stroking himself back to one more erection that he hoped to use on both of the ladies.

Once John’s cock was ‘back to attention’, he crawled onto the mattress and whispered seductively into Sarah’s, and then Janet’s ear. Each lady smiled when they heard John’s idea. Both ladies then laid down on the bed, beside each other. They spread their legs open and John moved in front on his wife’s body. Slowly he spread apart her pussy’s lips and entered her completely. Thrusting slowly for just a minute, and then leaving her wanting more as he moved over to Janet, doing the same thing, entering her completely and thrusting for just a minute. Back and forth between Sarah’s and Janet’s pussies, John gave each woman the same amount of attention. When each lady wasn’t being thrust by John, she was rubbing herself. The only question the three of them had was which woman would get the final ejaculation of the afternoon.

With each change in partner, John would increase the speed and depth of his thrusting. And each time he would leave one of the ladies to return to the other, they felt rather empty, physically and otherwise.

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For 25 years I was married to the same man, I had sex with him and only him during that time, but to my dismay he wasn’t adhering to the same marriage principles as I was. I found out he was giving away cock like candy on Halloween. I’m the type of woman that will put up with almost anything to keep a marriage going, but cheating is the one reason I will end a marriage, and that’s exactly what I did.

I took his ass to the cleaners; he thought I was just one of those dumb ass housewives who weren’t on top of her husband’s income. I made a point to know where all his money was going and I kept a record of it hidden from him. When my lawyer presented it to his lawyer, the look on his face could have killed you. Anyway I came away with a nice settlement, which included two homes. A winter home in Florida and a summer home in Montana. With two adult kids away in college, I was thrust into a brand new world, a world full of tantalizing men.

By nature I’m an old fashion girl. You meet a man, he courts you, and you marry and live happily ever after. Although my marriage didn’t last forever, I was still sold on the fact that two people could be together for a life time.

I grew up in the south during a time when Blacks and Whites were separated, and most of my adult life I wasn’t around very many Blacks. I didn’t work when I was married; all my friends were either my husband’s co-workers wives or women in the neighborhood, and none of them were Black.

The sub-division I lived in was all White for many years. When I moved out of the sub-division there were only two Black families living there. In 1980 five years after my divorce I moved into a relative new sub-division several miles up the road, at the time I was 49 years old and very much not looking forward to the big 50.

A month after I moved into my new sub-division I got my first ever Black neighbor. His name was Charles Bledsoe he was only twenty-five years old and single. He made his money as a personal trainer to some well known local people around Billings.

I was formally introduced to him one day when he came over and introduced himself to me and informed me that he was a personal trainer, and would be more than happy to add me to his clientele. I was actually very surprised by the way he carried himself. He had an enduring personality, and a killer smile. We talked for about 15 minutes on my front porch. I took his card and promised him I would give him a call if I decided to start a work out.

Two weeks later he was at my house again; this time he had with him my downfall to my road to losing weight, he had baked me an apple pie, I was so taken back by his jester. He told me he thought I looked like an apple pie lady, he said he baked it with a sugar substitute, and I could only have it if I agreed to let him work with me one day, and if I didn’t like it he would let me of the hook. Seeing that I was about to strangle him to get to the apple pie, I whole heartily agreed to whatever he said.

The pie was actually very good; I couldn’t believe how good it was with artificial sugar in it. Needless to say it didn’t last long in my house. Every time Charles would see me out in my yard he would remind me of our deal. Honestly I wanted to try a work out, but I really didn’t want to do it at the moment, I was kind of enjoying my non workout period.

Another week of pestering and I finally gave in to his offer. I decide to surprise him one day, so I went over to his house to set up an appointment with him. As I approached the door I could hear music playing rather loud coming from his house. I knocked on the door; apparently he didn’t close it all the way, because my not so hard knock caused the door to open up.

Being a nosy old White woman I stuck my head inside and called out his name, but I didn’t get a response, so I stepped further into his house, as I got pass the foyer I saw his reflection in the mirror on my right, a quick glance to my left and I saw him totally naked standing there, I gasp and put my hand over escort bayan adıyaman my mouth. I didn’t know what he was doing, I thought maybe he was jerking himself off, but I was in for a big surprise when I saw a pair of White hands clutch his ass.

I stood there wanting to leave, but wanting to stay also. It had been over two year since I had some cock in me so I was prepare to watch the scene. She stood up and got a glimpse of her face, holy shit it was Linda Strasburg my neighbor across the street from me. I ease my way in a little more and hid behind the massive column. Charles sat down on the couch and she sat between his legs on his cock with her back to him. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the floor. He was fucking her and spanking her at the same time.

Ten minutes later he pulled her to him, and she put her legs outside his legs. I could see his big black cock going in and out of her swallow pussy. He had stretched her pussy; I could see how her pussy lips were stretched to accommodate his huge cock. The excitement of seeing my first black cock gave me a tingling feeling between my legs.

I don’t know what came over me, but I licked my middle finger and slid it under my skirt and down my panties. I rubbed my clit to the tempo in which Charles was pumping Linda. I saw her cream smother his cock as it went in and out of her. His hands were on her breasts, and she had two fingers feverishly rubbing her clit.

The music stopped right as I was about to get an orgasm, it took every bit of my being to hold all my moans and groans inside me. I was doing a great job of it until Linda came up off his cock and got on her knees and began to suck his cock. It was the first time I was able to see his entire cock, and oh what a wonder piece of beef it was. The beads of sweat emanating from his body and the size of his cock caused me to let out a loud “Oh my God,” they both look over towards me; I ducked back behind the column.

“Is someone there?” Charles shouted.

The door was still open, I peeped around and he was getting up from the couch. I tried to hide, but when I turned around from closing the door he looked me straight in the eyes and said.

“I hope you’re enjoying the show Rita Couch.”

I couldn’t say a word, I was so embarrassed and in shock.”

“So are you going to watch, or are you going to participate?”

Terrified I ran out of the house. I sat at home that night totally embarrassed. I couldn’t believe I had gone in someone else home and masturbated while watching them have sex.

For the next few weeks I did everything to avoid him, and it worked. I didn’t see him at all doing that time. Although I was embarrassed I still had a mental image of his cock and I must confess doing that time I did mentally fuck him several times. I started to wonder what it would feel like to be touched and kissed by a Black man, and how it would feel to have a Black man deep inside me. It wouldn’t be long before I got the chance to experience it first hand.

On my 50th birthday I had small get together consisting of 10 close friends, when I answered my door to let my final guest in, Charles was coming up the walk way.

“Charles what’s going on, what can I do for you?” I said.

“Oh I was just wondering what was going on, and I was just going to tell you it would be okay for your guest to park in my drive, you know how the association is.”

“Why thank you, but I think everything is okay, all my guest are here.”

“So what’s the celebration for.”

“Oh it’s my 50th birthday, and I’m having a small get-together.”

“Alright, the big five-oh, you go girl.”

“Well I’m not taking it very well.”

“Oh don’t worry about it, just go with the flow.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re only half that age.”

“This is true, but still you should go with the flow.”

“Okay you win; I’ll go with the flow.”

“Okay you do that, and I hope you get everything escort baya nakkent you want and need for your birthday.”

“Thanks Charles, I hope I do also. I’ll see you later ok.”

“Okay, you go and enjoy your night.”

The get together was awesome; my friends showed me a wonderful time. I allowed myself to over indulge a bit on the alcohol, but it was okay, I wasn’t driving, although I really needed a man to drive me, and I’m not talking about in a car. I’m talking about driving cock in me like Charles did Linda.

The whole night I had my eyes on Linda and her husband Ben, after watching her fuck Charles it was apparent that there wasn’t much going on in their marriage. Their body language said it all, it was all negative, I guess when you’ve been married for 30 years like the two of them sex may get boring. Linda was 52 and Ben was 56. They were the first people to move into the sub-division, and they were the first people I met.

As the night wind down and the people started to leave, I pulled Linda to the side and asked her to stay a little longer. She agreed she would, she said I was doing her a favor, because she didn’t want to go home with Ben and his limp cock. I couldn’t believe she said that to me. I just stood there with my mouth open in shock.

Everyone finally left including her husband. We sat at the kitchen table and I just came out and told her what was on my mind.

“Linda how long have you and Charles been fucking?” I said.

“What the hell kind of question is that Rita?”

“Come on Linda, I know for a fact you’ve been fucking him.”

“You don’t know shit, I’m out of here. You’re fucking crazy woman, maybe you need to fuck him, or better yet maybe you want to fuck him.”

“Well you’re half right; I want him to fuck me. Listen Linda I’m not trying to pass judgment on you, I saw you fucking and sucking his cock a few weeks ago.

“Holy shit that was you, he wouldn’t tell me who it was in the house, he said it wasn’t anyone. I knew someone was by that door.”

“Look woman let me make this as clear as I possible can; I want that big black cock in me for my 50th birthday.”

“Oh I see, you want some birthday cock. When was the last time you had some cock?”

“Woman it’s been years.”

“Damn Rita, years.”

“I know sad isn’t it?”

“I got a plan; first do you mind a threesome?”

“No I don’t care whatever it takes to get his cock in me.”

“Okay here’s the plan. I going to call him over, I’m going to tell him you’re knocked out up stairs, and Ben is in town. When we get going it will be up to you to jump in.”

“I can handle it, let’s do it.”

Ten minutes after she called the doorbell rang. She led him over to the couch; I was perched at the top of the stairs looking down on them. Linda didn’t say a word, once he sat on the couch she went straight to his cock. She was parallel to his cock on the couch; this gave me a full view of his cock. I could see his cock disappearing down her throat and then reappear. She was getting every inch of him in her mouth, I was fucking jealous; I knew I would never be able to get that much cock in my mouth. Linda started to beckon me down to them, at first I was afraid, but the thought of getting some of that big old cock over rode my fear.

As I walked down the stairs Linda got up and stood on the couch with her pussy at his face. His hands clutched her ass and he buried his face between her legs. I walked down and got between his legs on my knees. I sat there admiring his cock. I couldn’t help it, so I touched it, I thought maybe he would jump or it would frighten him, but to my surprise it didn’t. He slid his head to the side away from Linda’s pussy and said.

“Are you going to watch or participant?”

I found myself in the same situation I was in when he caught me in his house. But this time I wasn’t running. I took a hold of his heavenly cock and started to flick my tongue over the head of it. The thickness escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan was overwhelming to my mouth, his freshly washed body taste of soap. I saw Linda grab on to the back of his head, as a woman I had done that many times, I knew she was about to feed him some of her pussy juice. It was all in her voice as she started to cum.

“Oh God Charles eat me baby, mommy is going to cum, yeah baby keep your tongue right there.”

She let out a scream that let you know exactly what she was doing. I looked up and saw her ass pumping at his face. She then turned around with her ass in his face and said.

“Oh Charles lick my ass baby, and get it ready for the monster.”

“The monster,” I thought to myself. Damn she was going to let him ass fuck her with all that cock, she was a brave woman. She leaned forward and we both worked on his cock. She started to deep throat him and I made his balls the object of my attention, as I licked and lightly sucked on them. She would suck for a few seconds then put it in my mouth; this went on for a few minutes until she was ready for her ass fucking.

She got up on the couch and spread her legs; he put a condom on and pushed cock in her ass doggie style. I slid under him and licked the base of his cock and his balls as he ass fucked Linda with powerful strokes. She played with her pussy as he fucked her like he hated her, pushing his cock way up in her ass and holding it there, then almost out, then plunging back to the depths of her cock whipped ass. Linda was clutching the back of the couch as his cock unleashed pure pain and pleasure into her waiting ass.

“I want you to cum in my ass Charles. She said

“Yes baby, I’m going to feed your ass with monster juice baby.” He said.

“Yes Charles ass fuck me, oh your cock feels so good, cum for mommy baby, cum for me.”

Charles grabbed each side of her waist and deep fucked her ass until his cum leaped from his cock into the condom. I pulled his cock from her ass and pulled off the condom. Linda turned around and sat on the couch in front of him and we both started trying to bring the monster back to life. I was in paradise on my knees with that one eye monster staring me down.

“Are you enjoying yourself Rita?” He said.

“Mmmmmmmmm, yes Charles, Linda is right, your cock is good.” I said.

“You like the big monster; you want me to fuck you with it.”

“Oh God yes, yes I want you to fuck me Charles.”

“Tell Charles where you want him to put the monster.”

“I want it in my pussy and mouth.”

“What’s wrong little Rita can’t take it up the ass.”

“No Charles I can’t, it’s too big, plus I’ve never done anal before.”

“Well it’s a first time for everything.”

“That’s true, but there won’t be any Rita ass fucking tonight.”

“Okay no problem just thought I would ask. My Linda loves it up the ass.”

“Oh yes I do Charles, Rita darling you don’t know what you’re missing.” Linda said.

“Well maybe another time, right now the monster is awake and I want it in me.

Charles picked me up and put me on the coffee table, he straddled the table and walked up to my unprotected pussy and slid a condom on and forced his cock in me. My pussy was begging for mercy, mercy he wasn’t going to give, as he pound his cock in me like he was a fuck machine with one speed. Linda held my hands in hers as tears of pleasure and pain began to roll down my cheeks.

Charles was killing my tight pussy; he wasn’t giving it any mercy. I was getting the pussy pounding I had dreamed about since the day I caught him fucking Linda. This man had some damn good cock, I guess I had missed out on some good Black cock growing up, and I was making up for it in one night.

He was pumping my pussy when after 45 minutes he announced he was about to cum. I slid away from him and turned around and took the condom off and Linda and I began to allow him to feed us the juices we both so richly deserved. His cum found both our mouths and our chins, I had never taste such sweet juices in my life. At that moment I feel in love with a Black man’s cock, and I’ve loved it every since.

Eventually Charles got to put that monster where he wanted to in me, but that’s another story for another time. But now I have to go, Ben is out of town and Charles’s older brother is in town. Oh well what’s a girl to do?

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All characters in this story are over 18.

*****

The hand on my thigh belonged to Lucy’s mum, and I didn’t know what on earth to do.

For god’s sake I’d just fucked her daughter. She would have heard us. Lucy was incredibly noisy when she came, and I was absolutely sure that she must have heard, and it was about to be confirmed.

“I couldn’t help hearing you, and Lucy, earlier Dan, it sounded very passionate.”

We hadn’t realised that her mum had come home early from work. Unbeknown to us she’d gone into the conservatory to enjoy the sun, and both Lucy and I had seized the moment thinking the house was empty.

Lucy had then left in a hurry for her shift at the local bar. She was late, and I was going to leave on my own after her. We’d been so horny, and got carried away.

To my surprise when I came downstairs her mum was there.

‘Passionate’ sounded an odd word to use, but hell, this was my girlfriend’s mum telling me that she had heard us having sex, and as she was saying it, her hand was resting, and even more so, squeezing my thigh.

As I sat on the stool in front of the breakfast bar, she continued, “I’d guessed you two must have been having sex for a while, you’re both young, and full of life, I’m very jealous.”

“I’m not sure what to say Mrs Thompson.” I felt my face going red.

“Don’t say anything Dan, I realise I’ve embarrassed you, but when you get to my age and you’re alone, sounds like that, coming from the bedroom, bring back certain memories.

Mrs Thompson…Sally…was a very attractive woman of fifty-one. Standing next to me she was about five feet nine with strawberry blonde hair, the most curvy body, silky skin, long finger nails, blue eyes, and smelling absolutely divine.

I stuttered to say, “Mrs Thompson, Lucy has told me you have had some bad experiences with men, but it’s none of my business.”

“You are a darling Dan, I’m so sorry to make you feel awkward, I think Lucy’s struck gold with you.”

I fidgeted on the stool as she gaziantep ateşli escort bayan withdrew her hand, but not before her finger nails had dragged their way along my inner thigh. I watched her ass, through her thin cotton dress, as she crossed the kitchen in her high heels.

“Tea?” Mrs Thompson was already filling the kettle, “you will stay and have a cuppa?”

“Errr, yes, if it’s not too much trouble, I’ve not got to be home by any particular time, I’ll just text my mum.”

“How long have you and Lucy been going out now?”

I was trying to get my head round my girlfriend’s mum’s familiarity. I had met her once before briefly, and I knew that she had a fairly high profile job, and Lucy had told me that she was very self confident, which frightened most blokes off.

“Nearly a month now, we knew each other vaguely from school, but we got together at a party.”

“Oh, I remember that party, she came home talking a lot about you.”

Mrs Thompson chuckled, “I know why now!”

I must have blushed again, “We did seem to hit it off straight away, Mrs Thompson,” I replied.

“For goodness sake call me Sally, Dan. If we’re going to be seeing each other a lot, then use my proper name.”

I wasn’t sure what that quite meant, in fact, this whole conversation was making me unsure where it was going.

“C’mon, let’s take this tea into the lounge.”

Sally carried the mugs of tea, and I followed her obediently.

She placed the mugs side by side on a low coffee table in front of a long sofa, it was familiar to me because it was where Lucy and I had first had sex one night, when Sally was out.

I went to sit in the armchair opposite, at first, but Sally said, “Hey, sit here, next to me.”

She patted the sofa next to her, as she sat down.

Trying not to let her see me looking at the way her dress had ridden up, I sat down beside her, and reached for my mug of tea. As I did so I could feel her eyes studying bakımlı escort gaziantep me, and yet again I was conscious of her fragrancy, her perfume was very addictive.

Sipping my tea, I replaced it on the coffee table. As I leaned forward, I was instantly aware of Sally’s hand on my back, her long nails somehow pressing into my shoulder blades.

I froze for a moment before starting to say, “Sally… Mrs Thompson, is this…”

I was interrupted by Sally saying very softly, “Dan, you have an extremely sexy body, I know this is wrong, but please don’t stop me.”

Sally’s hand moved to my shoulder, pulling me back into the sofa, and, as I half turned, her lips closed over my mouth, her tongue probing, and flicking against mine.

For a moment my whole body seemed to lose all ability to react, until my hands reached out to hold onto Sally, as the kiss went on and on.

Lucy flashed across my mind, and then the swirl of sensations Sally was causing by her kissing, her perfume, the taste of her lipstick, the softness of her breasts against me, took over.

Inevitably, for a hot blooded guy, my body started to respond. I felt the pressure in my jeans, and the tinge of guilt, because I was feeling this way with, unbelievably, my girlfriend’s mother.

My logic had deserted me, and masculine lust had replaced it. Sally had decided to have me, and she knew from my reaction to her kiss that she was not going to be refused.

When her lips pulled away from mine I said, in a token gesture, “Sally, let’s think about this…”

The reply was short, and curt, “I’ve thought Dan, and you’re going to have to fuck me.”

Barely had she uttered those words than her hands were unbuckling my belt, and unzipping my jeans. She had pushed me back, and I was now half lying on the sofa as she pulled my jeans and boxers down to my thighs.

My cock just flicked upwards and stood erect, and with a barely disguised murmur of triumph gaziantep bayan escort Sally’s mouth closed over it. I was thinking that she must have tasted Lucy’s juices from less than an hour before.

“Fuck,” was all I could say as her mouth licked, sucked, and drooled, as though she was feasting on a cock for the very first time.

Christ Sally, slow down, or you’ll make me cum.”

Realising that was possibly true, she lifted herself up above me, kneeling on the sofa, and very much out of breath.

“My god Dan, I want you.”

Pulling up her dress around her waist, she slid her panties down her thighs, and lifting, awkwardly, one leg at a time, managed to get them off, over her ankles.

By now, she was hungry to fuck me.

With her knees straddling my hips, she reached down to guide me inside her. She needn’t have worried, because my cock was so hard, and her pussy so wet, that I slid inside her in a second.

“Oh my god,” was all she said, in a gasping groan.

I felt her pressing down on me, her juices seeping out, as she began to rotate her hips slowly. Looking up at her face, her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her breathing was coming in short pants.

Then she leaned forward, with her arms supporting her, and it allowed me to thrust upwards, which made her gasp loudly.

“Yes, keep doing that, harder, yes, harder.”

My lower body bounced off the sofa, my hips ramming up against her pussy.

“God, don’t stop, oh fuck, ohhhhh, please.”

I kept thrusting, watching her face contorted in pleasure, getting closer all the time.

“Oh yes, oh yes…oh god that’s it…Dan…Dan…I’m cumming!…”

With a rush, Sally’s whole body shuddered. There was one long cry of, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…goddddddddddddd.”

I could feel her pussy pulsating, squeezing my cock. It was enough to start me jerking inside her. Repeated spurts of spunk were released as I grunted, “God, this is crazy.”

And then we both collapsed in exhaustion, as I whispered into her hair, “Fuck, what have we done.”

Struggling to regain some composure we both had to use her tissues to get back to respectability. But Sally was quickly realising how we’d both betrayed her daughter.

“Oh my god Dan, Lucy mustn’t know a thing about this, What have we done?”

“You might well ask,” was all I could say.

I had just fucked Lucy and her mum in the same afternoon.

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