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On the dumbometer this rated at least a ten, maybe even higher. I pushed myself up from the table and took a deep breath before turning toward the table where she was sitting. It was a stupid bet, or dare, whichever you wanted to call it. In my fifty years on this earth you’d think I would have learned not to get baited like this. John and Eddie were like two little children even if they were in their thirties.

Having to go to the five-day conference was an inconvenience, having to go with these two middle-age juvenile delinquents was almost torture. I’d had to deal with these two at work for several years, but this was the first time I had to bring them to this conference. The conference had so far been pretty interesting, it was the afterhours that was difficult.

Between bar hopping and strip clubs, my two younger cohorts found no end of ways to try and embarrass me, while they seemed to be totally shameless. Tonight’s game seemed to be destined to cause me even further embarrassment. Three beers into the early evening I allowed myself to be goaded into taking the dare, now it seems I would have to pay the piper.

At least she wasn’t too young, probably my own age. And she was most certainly good looking! Long blond hair, curvaceous body with probably thirty eight C or bigger breasts that filled out the snug cream colored dress sexily. Even from across the room I could see the two bumps formed in the front of the dress by her nipples, leading me to think that her breasts were bare under the thin fabric. She was quite the looker; a fact my cock was already alerting me to. It didn’t really matter though, the glittering little band on her left hand pretty much meant that she would refuse my request no matter how I framed it.

But now it was my turn. While John had succeeded, Eddie had failed in his attempt, as expected. You can’t just walk up to a woman and ask her hand over her panties! Well, that was of course the basis of the argument, bet, dare, whatever. They had done just that, with Eddie coming up empty. I was surprised John succeeded, but then the random draw left him with a young, sexily dressed, half-drunk woman that I probably could have easily talked into going to my room or anywhere for that matter. Now it was my turn to prove that a smoother approach would provide results. I was a bit surprised by how sexily the woman was dressed for the small hotel bar and her apparent age, but again, the glittering band on her left hand pretty much doomed me to failure. There was simply no way I was going to talk her out of her panties in a busy hotel bar!

“May I join you for a moment?” I asked her as politely as I could muster with three beers to my credit in the last hour.

“To what end?” She asked, setting down the mixed drink she was nursing and the magazine she was reading.

“Well, to be completely honest, I’m trying to teach my young friends there a lesson, but I’m afraid that they have doomed my attempts to failure. I would at least prefer not to be sent away without even getting to sit down.”

“I’ve heard a lot of pickup lines, but I have to say, this approach is unique. Please…sit down and tell me more.” She answered with a smile, waving to the chair across from her.

“Thank you.” I answered her with an equal smile, settling in the chair across from her and setting my beer down on the table.

“So. What attempt is doomed to failure?”

“I was trying to tell my young colleagues that today’s younger generations simply have no concept of tact. They bull in at full speed and as a result are rebuffed soundly. Their bet, or dare or whatever you might call it was intended to show them that if one approaches a woman with a little respect, that one might at least stand a chance. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I drew you as my subject, which of course is doomed to fail.”

“And why would your attempt at whatever it is, fail so surely?” She asked curiously.

“Your ring. It’s simply impolite to even consider asking a married woman to let me have her panties, especially in a public setting such as this,” I answered her. “So I’ll thank you for the short but pleasant conversation and go back and pay my debt.” I said, picking up my beer.

“Sit down, please.” She said with a smile as I started to rise from my chair. I shrugged and sat back down. “I’ve heard a lot of good pickup lines in my years. But this…this is truly entertaining.” She said with a soft chuckle. “So the deal is, you walk up to a strange woman, ask her to take her panties off and hand them to you, and then you what, return to your table victorious?”

“Something like that,” I answered a bit sheepishly.

“And if you fail?”

“I have to buy the next round and my prowess with women is forever tainted,” I answered her.

“I see. And you’re proud of your prowess with women?” She asked, clearly amused.

“Actually, I wouldn’t go that far.” I answered with a frown.

“So you would allow your young friends to goad Beylikdüzü Esmer Escort you into trying to bed a woman outside the sanctity of your marriage?”

“Well, actually not. The bet is only to obtain her underwear,” I answered.

“Hmmm. And your friends chose me? Were there other potential targets?”

“There were three in total, and we drew straws to see who took which target. I’m happy to say that you were my lot.”

“And the other two women?”

“Both younger, and attached from what I understand, however my cohorts in crime may still find some success with them later, based on their responses, though one did manage to get her underwear. Without even leaving the bar on top of that.”

“It sounds like an interesting little game they chose. Too bad you feel that you too will be unsuccessful.”

“I was reasonably sure at the outset that I would, so, I will take my leave and apologize for any embarrassment I might have caused.”

“You seem to be in an extraordinary hurry to leave. You don’t want to at least attempt to compete your quest?” She asked with a crooked little grin.

“In that case. Might I inquire as to what type of underwear you are currently wearing?”

“You may inquire. But who says I’m wearing any at all?” She asked with that crooked smile again. “Tell me, is there a time limit on your attempt? Must it be done in a given period of time?”

“None that I am aware of.” I answered.

“Good. Tell you what. There’s a river just on the other side of the parking lot with a nice walking trail. I’d love to explore it on a wonderfully warm moonlit night, however a lone woman would be an inviting target. Now a couple taking a nice walk along the river would be much less of a target, and I’d be willing to bet that somewhere along the way you might find a way to obtain what you seek. Now, does that sound interesting?”

“That depends on the answer to one question.” I said.

“And that is?”

“What would your husband think of this?”

She smiled widely and leaned toward me across the table. “I suspect that in this particular case, my husband would be quite happy to have a protector along with me, and if it costs me my panties, well, I’m sure, in this particular case of course, that he wouldn’t object.”

“In that case, would you care to join me in exploring the trail along the river? I hear it’s an interesting walk.”

“It would be my pleasure.” She said as she stood up. I stood as well and let her loop one of her arms in mine and then let her steer me back toward the table where Eddie and John were still sitting, watching my progress. She walked right up to the table and leaned down to talk to them quietly. “Your friend will be back. I told him if he plays his cards right he’ll most certainly collect on his little bet by his own hands. If he’s lucky, he can show them to you tomorrow.”

“Oh shit.” Eddie groaned as she straightened up, squeezing my arm with hers as she again started to walk. We made our way out of the bar and then the front doors of the hotel before she spoke again.

“So, what shall I call you, besides horny?”

“Mathew. Or Matt. Your choice. And you?”

“Tiffany… Or Tiff if you prefer,” she answered.

“So Tiffany. Are you here for the conference?”

“It is what brought me to town. However, if you’re planning on talking me out of my panties you might want to pick a different topic.”

“So be it. Tell me Tiffany? What’s your favorite hobby?”

“Much better. I love to read, but you already guessed that, didn’t you?”

“I did. Let’s see if you can guess mine?” I answered her with a smile as we stepped off the pavement and onto the grass. “Looks like the river trail is down this way.”

“It does seem that way. Let’s see. Your hobby. This could be difficult. You clearly are well educated and work in a highly technical field, or you wouldn’t be here. You’re good with your hands and frequently work with them. Yes, I can tell by the numerous small scars. If I were to guess I’d say you make things out of wood.”

“Good start. I do enjoy making furniture. But that is most definitely not my favorite hobby.”

“I know. I just thought I’d drag it out a little for fun. Are you enjoying it?”

“I am.”

“Good. Your hobby, if I were to guess, is that you write. Probably fiction of some type. Possibly science fiction?”

“You’re danger close,” I answered with a smile as we stepped onto the winding asphalt path. It wasn’t too large, but wide enough for the two of us to walk side by side. I could see that it wound along the shoreline with what looked like frequent little cuts that you could step down off the path into circular sitting areas that overlook the flowing water a few feet below. There appeared to be several of these before the trail disappeared off into the darkness, the only light for us to walk by being the quarter moon and lights bleeding in from the city around us.

“Close? That’s a surprise. Which Beylikdüzü Eve Gelen Escort part was wrong?”

“Well, technically you’re right. I do write and I do write science fiction. But there is another type of fiction I enjoy writing even more.”

“Hmmm. Now this is a puzzle. Another type of fiction, yet I suspect that you are careful to keep that separated from your other writing. This leaves me somewhat stumped. How about some type of hint?”

I smiled and led her off the path into one of the somewhat secluded concrete pits, guiding her to a stone bench seat. The little nook was about ten feet in diameter, with rock and stone walls about three feet high, lined with stone and rock benches. The nook overhung the water allowing us to look over the edge at the meandering river only a few feet below. In the moonlight her cream colored dress seemed to almost glow, the very short hem hiding her panties but had ridden up enough on her thighs to not quite hide the tops of the stockings encasing her long muscular legs. She stood almost the same height as I did in her heels, the top of her dress molding itself to her breasts and held up by only one small string looping around her neck. She sat on one of the stone benches and then turned to look at me, waiting for me to respond.

“Let’s see. How does this sound? He pulled her close, pulling her body to his, feeling the softness of her breasts press against his chest as his strong arms circled her. She could feel the heat of his body against her as his hand worked slowly down her back his fingers stroking her lower back and then the curve of her firm round ass. She felt his hands bunching her skirt, slowly pulling it up, working it ever higher until she felt his fingers find her bare skin beneath. She sighed softly as his strong hands gripped and teased her firm ass cheeks, his fingers working all the way down her round globes until his fingers teased the tops of her stockings and the fingers of one hand threatened to slip between her legs from behind.”

“I see. Erotica. Very interesting. And from the sound of your short adlib, I’d say you are quite good at it.”

“Thank you.” I said with a nod.

“So. You started to write a wonderful little piece. Suppose you show me how you might finish it?” She coaxed, standing up and waiting for me to rise with her.

I stood up in front of her and wrapped my arms around her, letting my hands pull her gently and then more tightly to me as she wrapped her arms around me as well. I felt her hands working up and down my back gently while I bunched the skirt of her dress up in my hands, working it higher with each grab of the creamy yellowish material. The snug dress clung to her waist where I had bunched it, allowing me to stroke the bare skin across the top of her firm cheeks. I heard her sigh softly as my fingers found a lacy band low across her buns, my fingers worming into the waistband of her panties as I worked my hands lower. I let my fingers push the material down as I slid my hands further under her firm round cheeks and squeezed each firm round mound. I continued working my fingers down, blatantly pushing her panties down now, working them gently down to her thighs, my fingers teasing the tops of her stockings and then, as in my quickly thought up story, between her legs to feel her wet pussy lips.

“Well, now you know that I’m am wearing panties.” She said breathlessly, pushing herself away from me, her dress around her waist and her panties around her thighs. “But I’m not that easy. If you want them you’re going to have to buy them!” She said before practically running up the three steps to the asphalt trail and running down it, albeit slowly in the high heels, giggling, looking back to make sure I was following her. In the dark I could see her dress, her bare creamy ass and her long nylon encased legs as she ran down the trail ahead of me.

I followed her down into the next pit, arriving after she had already settled herself on the rock wall. Her bare ass on the rock and her legs bent and held up in front of her with her knees together. “Now. What would you pay to put these sexy little panties in your pocket?” She cooed softly.

“Well, it would seem that money isn’t what you desire. Tell me oh seductress. What is your price?”

“Two.” She said simply.

“Two? Two what?”

“I want you to make me come twice, two different ways. I’m quite sure that a writer of erotica can find two ways to make one incredibly horny woman come.” She said in a soft sultry voice.

“I’m sure I can.” I answered, stepping to her and reaching for her panties. She grinned at me as I slid the panties down her legs and worked them off over her heels. I held them up for her to see before putting them in my pocket. She spread her legs, letting me see her mostly shaved pussy, only a small triangle of tight blond curls on her mound pointing toward her full round lips. I could see that she had an abundance of inner lip protruding, smooshed Beylikdüzü Evi Olan Escort against her outer lips by her panties. I reached a finger down to her pussy and slowly teased my finger down her lips, gently spreading them and letting them protrude more naturally in the moonlight.

“I was hoping you could find a more imaginable way to make me come than teasing me with a single finger.” She said with an exaggerated pout.

“I haven’t even started yet. I was just admiring the sexy parts I have to work with.”

“And what is your conclusion?”

“That it looks like a very sexy and tasty pussy.” I told her as I squatted down in front of her. “I wonder. If I do an exceptionally good job, how do you feel about returning the favor?”

“It would take an EXCEPTIONALLY good job,” she answered with a grin. “Think you’re up to it?”

“We’ll certainly find out,” I answered as I moved my face between her legs. I smelled the scent of her arousal, as I reached my tongue out and dragged it slowly up between her lips. I stroked up to the juncture of her flowery soft lips and searched out her hard clit.

“Ohhh that is definitely a good start!” She moaned softly. “Keep starting just like that.”

“Oh I’d never be so boring as to do the same thing over and over.” I said jokingly as I dipped my tongue deep between her lips and slid it up along her pubic bone. I found her clit with the tip of my tongue again and flicked and circled around it for several seconds before moving down for another stroke. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, using them to spread her legs farther and my fingers to gently spread her lips. I teased my tongue up and down her now spread pussy, teasing deep, almost pressing my tongue into her tunnel entrance and then teasing just the edges and tips of her lips. Not to be left out, every few strokes up her wet lips I concentrated on her clit, flicking and licking it until she couldn’t keep her hips still. Over and over I teased her pussy, inching her closer to climax, and then letting it slip away slightly.

“OH FUCK!” She cried loudly, gasping again as I closed my lips around her clit. “OH please. Make me come!”

“As you wish.” I answered her with a smile. I moved one arm from around her thigh and pushed one finger into her, rolling my hand palm up and stroking the inside of her tunnel as I teased my tongue across her clit, flicking it quickly with just the tip of my tongue. I heard her gasp and try to hump her hips up toward my face, her breathing ragged and her legs starting to tremble.

“Ohhhhh god yes god yes god yes.” She moaned loudly as her velvety soft tunnel clenched around my finger, her whole body giving little jerks and shudders as her climax washed over her. “OHHHH JESUS!” She squealed as I closed my lips around her clit and sucked on it, making her whole body buck hard in front of me. Her hands grabbed at my head and alternately tried to pull me toward her and push me away before finally deciding to push.

I pulled my face from her pussy and took a breath, letting go of her leg and rocking back on my heels. “So how was that?”

“That was…oh god yes. It was Sooooo…Fuck.” She said breathing heavily. “Help me up!”

I reached a hand out and helped her off the wall to her feet. She grinned at me and then ran past me, up the stairs and down the path into the darkness.

I followed along, pausing only when I found her dress in the path. I picked it up and ran down the path to the next little seclusion and down into the depressed rock circle.

Tiffany was sitting on the wall edge, naked except for her stockings and high heels. Her skin glowed softly in the shafts of moonlight filtering through the branches of the trees overhanging the little rock nook.

“You held up your part of the bargain, but you’re grossly overdressed.” She said with a giggle. “Now just how do we solve this?”

“I’m in your hands.” I answered her with a grin.

“You are.” She said, pushing off the wall and stepping to me. She tugged on my polo shirt, pulling it out of my pants. She worked it over my head and tossed it aside, letting it land where I had dropped her dress. With a grin she squatted down, untying my shoes and then lifting her hands to my belt. She grinned up at me, the moonlight lighting her face as she spread the front of my pants and pulled my cock from within, my shaft already rock hard.

“Well, look what we have here,” she cooed as she pulled my pants down to my knees. She wrapped her lips around my head and swirled her tongue around and under my engorged head as her hand slowly stroked my shaft. I let my hands stroke her long blond hair as she bobbed her face on and off my shaft, driving my cock in and out of her mouth, her hand following her lips. She slowed her strokes and pushed her face toward me, driving as much of me into her mouth and throat as she could, drawing long groan from me.

All too suddenly she pulled her mouth from my cock and stood up. “Last call. I’ll be waiting in the next one of these. If you’re as naked as I am you can take me once any way you want.” And then with a giggle, she ran up the stairs and down the path.

It took me far too long to pull my shoes and pants off and then get my shoes back on. I picked up our clothes and followed along, quickly walking to the next little nook and down into it.

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At the parking lot for the train, the rain was heaving down. The volume on the roof was nearly enough to drown out Jenn’s moans and screams as I thrust in and out of her. The heavily fogged windows provided the perfect cover from the would-be prying eyes of other commuters.

Jenn’s black pants were off one leg and on the other. Her shirt unsnapped and her tits overflowing the top of her white bra. She had gained about 25 pounds in the four weeks we’d been together and none of her clothes seemed to fit right. Perhaps it was because of the fringe benefits of working at Wendy’s or maybe I’d been cooking too many romantic pasta dinners. But it seemed that since we’d began our relationship her weight had increased dramatically.

To tell the truth, a lot of things had intensified over the past month besides her weight. She’d become more clingy and needy but also more moody as well. A simple comment could cause either a fight or a dark cloud where she wouldn’t speak to me for hours. Always followed by a teary apology and great make-up sex but the ups and downs were stressful and began to take their toll on me. There were times I regretted that first day helping her move with all the problems it caused.

For instance, during a conversation with one of her former classmate, Jenn revealed that she had “hooked up” with me. Well, in a small community like that word spreads quickly and I was quickly asked to turn in my resignation from the group home. Not that I had done anything illegal – Jenn was eighteen after all, and free to make her own decision – but the appearance of having a thirty-eight-year-old man lusting after girls old enough to be his daughter would have too many consequences for the agency that employed me. This left me jobless with about a month in savings and two months left paid on my apartment.

Additionally, Jenn in her clinginess had taken to calling herself “my little girl” in bed. That was just a short step to calling me “daddy” and I wasn’t sure I wanted that to be the direction the relationship took. Join that with her moodiness and the unpredictable Escort bayan fighting and it was the perfect recipe for second thoughts. As good as the sex was and as beautiful as she was, I was about ready to call it quits and I think she might have been thinking the same.

So it was a welcome announcement when Jenn said she wanted me to drive her to the train station. She wanted to visit her father in Connecticut for three days as her own parents had just split up and then her friend Jamie for a “little girl time.” While it was unusual that she would want to see her dad, as they have never been close, I was excited for some uninterrupted time myself.

Which brings us to the train station. Jenn’s bag was in the back and we had about 45 minutes until the next train came. The small glass waiting booth was filled with huddled commuters bracing the raw wetness of the pissing rain. She told me to drop her off and that she didn’t mind the weather. I told her she was just being stubborn and that she should at least kiss me good-bye.

Our relationship, as volatile as it was, was grounded in good kissing. Her full lips joined mine and our tongues danced. What started out as a delicate exploration of the petal-softness of her plump lips evolved into hungry and passionate violation of her innocent mouth.

She readjusted herself in the passenger seat and I released the seat lock at her side letting the back glide downward. My hands moved instinctively to her oversized breast. What were once D-cups had become DDD’s and I welcomed the change. None of her shirts could contain them now and often buttons would be missing from her uniform from popping off. The seams of the pants she wore as part of her Wendy’s uniform were straining from the new girth of her rear and hips and that was the last pair she had left.

Contemplating the wealth of curves she presented left my heart weak and my cock hard. I unsnapped her shirt and suckled at the abundance of flesh spilling over her tight bra.

Jenn looked at her watch and said, “We’re gonna have to make this Bayan escort quick if I’m gonna catch the train.”

Not needing further encouragement, I fumbled with the black plastic button fastening her pants. It popped off in my hands and she sighed in resignation, or perhaps disappointment about her weight. I unzipped her and we both struggled to move the tight fabric below the equator of her ample wide ass. As the waistband of her black Rayon pants relinquished its resistance, she drew up one meaty thigh and removed it from the confines of both pants and panties, leaving her right leg clothed “in case someone comes.”

Whatever the logic, I didn’t care. I unzipped my own jeans and let my ten-inch prong stand at attention. Jenn was beautiful and sexy and delicious. Her round face, almond eyes, and olive skin made my heart melt inside. I positioned myself at the hot wet gate of her womanhood and rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen clit, a move I knew drove her wild.

“Quit teasing. you know what that does to me!” she cooed in my ear. I wasn’t about to be rushed or forced. I continued jilling her off with the tip of my shaft. Faster -then slower – then faster again – watching the contentrd expression on my baby’s face. Looking down I could see it glistening with the slick juice of her pussy.

“I know what that does to you. It makes you cum. Doesn’t my little girl want to cum.” As weird as I knew it was, I wanted her to call me daddy before she went to see her own father. I was determined not to stop teasing until I got my wish.

“I do. But I want to cum with you inside me. Oh, this is too much, lover. I need you in me,” she whimpered.

“Does this feel good?” I asked as I brought my overlubed tip to the entrance of her ass.

“Yes. You know it does. Please I want you in me.”

Jenn had never let me in her ass. We’d talked about it and the willingness was there I suppose – as she didn’t mind a finger in her from behind – or my tongue, if I was going down on her. But surprisingly, the subject hadn’t presented itself in Escort any real way until now.

“It feels good. But I don’t think I can take it. I don’t want to hurt. I promise when I get back you can fuck me however you want.”

As she said that, I pushed the tip of my cock into her ass, just letting her get used to the feeling.

“Please no. Oh God, It’s too much!!!”

“You don’t like it? Tell me what my little girl wants.” I eased out a bit letting her breathe.

“When I get back, I want you to take me in every hole. But not today. I don’t want to hurt for this train ride. I promise, I’ll even let you fuck my ass while I have a dildo in my pussy. I’m your slutty little girl. Anything you want baby. Anything.”

“Call me Daddy.” I said.

With that, her look softened and the power shifted. her hand moved from my back to my cock which she brought to her sopping slit.

“Is Daddy ready to take his baby?” she said. The hint of a tear streamed from her eye as I slid into her tight hole.

It didn’t take long for either of us to reach a buildup.

Jenn whispered in my ear, “I’m close Daddy. You can cum inside me. It’s okay. Your baby will never tell. Give me that cum. Make your little girl your cumwhore!”

As she ground her cunt around my shaft, her breath quickened and tears were making her mascara run. I used my forearms to spread her fat thighs further apart as I pounded my meat into her. In one final thrust, I buried as much of my prong as I could into her.

“That’s it Daddy. Yes! That’s it. I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming, oh I’m cumming!”

She clenched her body and seized into a climax as I felt the white heat of my loins erupt. Spasm after spasm burst forth into my little girls honeypot.

“I’m cumming!” we both cried together. Reeling from the aftershock, we kissed frantically as we lay together. My hard sweating form in contrast to her soft round curves.

As I pulled my cock from her a last spray of sticky fluid landed on her belly. I moved to the drivers seat. She quickly got dressed and looked at her watch.

I exited the car and grabbed her bag. The rain had let up a little and I walked her to the yellow line of the platform.

After a long, soft, wet kiss Jenn whispered, “I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too, baby”

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She smirked slightly, lazily stroking over the springy hair on his chest as she watched him continue to pant heavily. The exertions of their love-making filled the air with a scent that was both musky and sweet, with an underlying tang of the perfume she had worn and the mingled fluids of their loins. Limp and useless he may have been, and exhausted, but she took a measure of delight in how his cock twitched at the sensations caused by the slow, feather-light drag of her claw along his length.

“Insatiable.”

“Come now, word-singer, you were the one boasting that you were capable of… what was it you said? ‘A night of nothing but desire and passion, pleasure along every nerve’?” As much as she was mocking him slightly, he couldn’t argue back – he had said that.

He opened one eye to regard her lazily. Purple-grey flesh with darker lips, golden horns and with thick, wavy hair that went from light grey to black, she was nothing short of striking. Her feathered wings had proven to make quite the handhold…

…thrusting, grasping hold of the base of those feathered appendages and then the top, using the muscular leverage to drive himself ever deeper into her, taking her shrieks of pleasure as encouragement even as his abdominals Escort bayan burned from the effort…

Thankfully he had not damaged them. He didn’t have to look to know that her tail was lazily swatting at him, curling around his leg almost possessively. Driven off by her looks as some might have been, he had found her enthralling. Compared to him – long dark hair, a short-trimmed beard and the beginning of crow’s feet in the corner of his eyes – she was grace embodied. But, he had words on his side, and they had well and truly ensnared her.

She leant forwards across the table, presenting an impressive view of her cleavage while equally drawing his attention to those compelling gold and dark grey eyes that seemed to penetrate his very soul. “So tell me, riddle-weaver, what is it that you would do for me?”

“I would caress and lick those gilded horns of yours until they sparkled. I would run my fingers through your hair; to untangle, to caress, to grip, to pull…” He let his voice take on a huskier note at the last before carrying on. “…Every inch of your flesh would have my attention, my hands mapping your every curve and muscle, giving the long-forgotten aching parts of you the attention that they deserve.” He had not been Bayan escort so bold with a woman in ages. Most human women seemed to prefer a shorter ‘transaction’. But no; this one was certainly not human, and her tastes certainly seemed to run more towards building tension to a breaking point rather than getting down to business. Which he was honestly finding harder to do with his erection painfully pulsing against the woollen trousers that he wore.

“Oh but, for all your attention, could you match me? Could you meet me at every peak, ride me at every turn?” Then he felt the light trace of claws over his thighs, and forced himself to respond.

“I am more than confident that I could. I will ensnare your senses as I am ensnaring your mind now… taunting you with what we can be together, caressing your mind as I will ever fold of your hidden places with my tongue and fingers, treasuring your presence and attention as I will every gasping breath..”

For someone who had been starting to lose attention in the poetic circuit, he was inwardly pleased that he still had some talent elsewhere, even if it was not one that he was going to advertise publicly.

Not that he had expected the wordplay to go anywhere. He was married, Escort after all. He guiltily eyed the ring on his left hand, as discreetly as he thought possible, and paused when he felt her move… only to lift up his hand to examine the band.

“What is this?”

He coughed quietly. “My wedding ring.”

“Oh? How many mates do you have, yet you wear only one ring?” His eyes widened slightly and for once, he managed to sit up slightly, his hair askew in the process.

“How many? Just the one. Not many cultures embrace the idea of having more than one.”

She snorted gracelessly. “Why limit yourself?”

He had tried to explain the point, but had soon found himself succumbing once more to the ravenous spellstorm mage’s hunger for male flesh. When he had dressed in the morning, she had regarded him from her reclining position on the bed, her tail swaying slowly, as she basked in the sunlight streaming in through the window.

“Will I see you again?” That he asked without looking round.

“I may linger, I may not. I may pass through again, I may not. Take this for what it was, so then the next time is more of a pleasant surprise.”

The next time she returned, the bard had not just moved on in location but had passed away – that was what she got for leaving it a century. But she never forgot the way he had played her with his words, as eagerly and expertly as he had with his hands and tongue. And who had said that human mortals were useless?

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Hi folks.

I pointed a colleague in the direction of Literotica and he fairly soon told me a story about him and his daughter ‘which could have turned interesting’. Jackie and Brenda have read this but Dad didn’t want to before publication and Kim can’t read yet.

Hopefully I have added enough to it to make it interesting for Literotica readers.

H.

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With a jolt I looked at the big red LED’s of the clock; 02.34 and started closing my eyes as the phone rang again. For a second time I looked at the clock; still 02.34. The phone rang a third time and I realised the phone was ringing. Still laying there I removed my hand from my cock and waited for the fourth and fifth ring before convincing myself that the phone was ringing and I needed to shift myself to answer it. Stumbling out of bed I followed the sound of the sixth ring to find my trousers, seventh ring led me to the right pocket then silence…

“Good,” I mumbled to no-one, dropped the trousers back on the chair and fell back onto the bed, my eyes closed.

With a jolt I looked at the clock; 02.34 as the phone rang for a second time I dropped one foot to the floor, the third ring and my hand touched the floor as I rolled over. Ring four… I started thinking at five there must be a problem. Stepping over the duvet which had fallen, I grabbed my trousers, pulled out my phone and swiped across the illuminated face as the bright red LED clock changed to 02.35.

I awoke suddenly as I heard “Daddy, Daddy help me!”

“What? Ah? What’s happened? Where are you?”

“Hugh hit me and I pushed him down the stairs.”

“Where is he now?”

“He shouted at me and went.”

I clicked on hands free and dropped the phone on the bed, “Went where?” picking up my trousers.

“He drove away very fast, Daddy I’m scared he’s going to come back and do it again.”

Half running and half falling I landed at the bottom of the stairs with the phone in one hand, grabbed my keys in the other and tripped my way out of the door while slipping into some blue canvas shoes. My T-shirt was inside out.

Realising the van was at the front of the drive I returned for the van keys, slammed the door shut behind me and drove the three miles to Jackie’s flat, a place I hadn’t been welcomed for two years.

One of the gate posts, complete with bent gate was lying on the footpath and the front door was wide open. I left the van at some obscure angle with one wheel on the pavement and the engine running, went inside to find Jackie, my little girl who I’d not seen for eighteen months. Jackie was sitting on the top stair crying with a massive blood stain on the side of her head and right down one side of her skirt and jumper which was nearly ripped right open with her breasts exposed. There was a blood smear from the light switch down to floor level where she had fallen.

Running up the stairs two at a time, I was beside her in no time checking the injuries and ‘oh my god’, untying her hands. Grabbing a couple of pillowcases from the airing cupboard I created a pad against her head. I stuffed another pillowcase with some of her clothes and by 0319 we were back at mine.

I cleaned Jackie’s wound to find it was fairly superficial, then without any sort of thought I removed her clothes, dressed her in a massive T-shirt of mine and placed her in the only bed in the flat. She curled into a foetal position and I climbed into bed beside her, dragging the duvet across us both, by which time she was asleep. Glancing at the clock, it changed to 03.34, ‘exactly an hour’ I thought. I remember seeing the clock change to 04.34 before being rudely awoken at 10.17 by the dustbin lorry.

I had a piss, made two mugs of tea and snuggled back in bed with my daughter, the top of her head against my chest and her knees at the front on my hips. My left hand was between her shoulder blades and the right on her waist. 10.29, I should have been at work two hours ago but tough shit; today my little girl is more important, thinking of which I gave her a bigger hug, bringing my knees to her feet…

‘How could anyone do this to my daughter’ was running through my mind. What was also running through my mind was: this is my daughter and I was getting turned on.

“Morning Dad.” She uncurled and stretched out, sucked at the bad taste in her mouth a couple of times and yawned. The stretch and yawn ended with an “Erhaaaa.” sound.

“Morning Honey, how you feelin’?”

“Good… Thanks Dad.”

“What for?”

“For being there for me, for being here.” She turned and her hand landed directly on my erection, “Oh Dad, is that because of me?”

“Mmm.” Looking at the clock I saw the two mugs, “Tea?”

“Yeah, but first I need the loo.” Jackie pulled at the duvet and stood, the big T-shirt was creased up above her bottom, giving me a delightful view of her arse as she walked away, and my old John Thomas stood right to attention Escort bayan making the duvet into a tent.

“Is that really for me?” were the opening words as she returned to bed and slid in beside me, grabbing my erection.

“Easy girl, that’s not a toy you should be playing with.”

“Sorry, where’s that Tea?” She moved her hand to take the mug I passed her and leaning back against the headboard I started drinking from the other. “Dad you always make the best cuppa.” She’d drunk her tea then she passed the mug to me, “Thanks.” Then snuggled her head onto the front of my shoulder and hand on my belly, “This is getting big.”

“Yeah I know it’s all that sitting at a desk, there’s too much dammed paperwork in carpentry these days.”

“This is getting big again too.”

“That’s still not your toy missy.”

We stayed in that position for the best part of an hour talking about the previous night and what had led up to it. It turns out her boyfriend is a real kinky bastard and she described in a fair amount of detail some of the things he had expected her to do ‘in bed’.

“So what went wrong last night?”

“He had these long spikes, a bit like screwdrivers which he said he was going to hammer through my breasts.”

I flinched, but the thought of my daughter with pierced nipples was a little more than arousing and I made the dumb comment: “Oh I think you would look good with nipple rings.”

I was a bit surprised when she replied: “I’ve already got those. No he had me leaning against the beds footboard with my boobs hanging over it. He was going to hammer them right through from top to bottom and into the wooden bed. He was telling me how good it would look to be stuck there while he deep throated me.”

“What nail you to the bed?”

“Yes exactly. I freaked out and ran for the stairs where he hit me and I fell backwards against the light switch. As he came towards me my legs were up and I was able to push my feet against him so he went flying backwards down the stairs. I couldn’t see him but he was shouting about if I loved him I’d do it for him and he was going to find someone who would.”

“So lucky you fought him off.” My mind was in overdrive going back over all she had been saying as I hugged her tighter. One thing suddenly hit me like a bullet. “You have pierced nipples?”

“Hugh insisted and he did them the first time I went to his; they hurt like a bitch for a while but that was two years ago.”

“How long did you have them for?

“Still have, he took the rings out last night so they didn’t get in the way of the spikes. That reminds me I need to get something back in them before they close up.”

It went quiet for several minutes. The silence was broken with: “Dad, do you know the term vanilla sex?”

“Yes of course.”

Then I was shocked when she asked: “Daddy will you fuck me?”

“What sort of dumb question is that? Of course I won’t.”

“In all the time I’ve been with the stupid dick, we have never once had straightforward sex.” While she said that she started stroking my cock and I admit the thought of sex with my daughter suddenly seemed like a nice idea, especially as she was so delicately playing with my cock and balls and bent her head down to nibble and lick my nipples. I laid there enjoying the lovely sensations as my little girl gently seduced me. My modest cock was standing tall and starting to get moist. I kissed Jackie’s hair a few times as she worked on my chest and nipples. “I love sucking on my boo’s nipp’s,” then looking up to my eyes, “Do you like it Dad?”

I was starting to feel so aroused I could only hiss: “Oh yeah, oh yeah.” Her next kiss was on my mouth, it was slow and tender. No tongue, no open mouth, no urgency, no fireworks, just a slow tender touch of lips. So gentle, oh so adorable and oh so sexy. So gentle that it was hard to tell when her lips moved away but stayed within a quarter inch and I could feel her tea breath on my lips.

I brought one hand to the middle of Jackie’s back and using the back of my fingers of the other I felt her soft cheek with the gentlest of touches.

“Daddy.” The whisper was so quiet I could have missed it, “Daddy, fuck me.” A gently blow on my lips, “I’m ready for you,” another gentle blow, “and you’re ready for me.” A gentle stroke of her nose across mine, “Fuck me?” her nose continued across my cheek to my ear, the gentle kiss on my ear lobe gave me goose bumps all over my body. My cock was now rock hard. The quietest of whispers possible came directly in my ear, “I want to fuck you… Now?”

I felt I was in some sort of trance, being fully aware of her actions but not comprehending what was happening to me. Jackie was no longer lying on the bed beside me; she appeared to be hovering, hovering over my legs. “Just sit there, let me fuck you Daddy.”

My cock felt warm and wet, I could feel something moving along its length. She was no longer hovering over Bayan escort me, she was sitting across my groin and my cock had disappeared.

“Good boy, Daddy.”

I felt her hands on my cheeks. Her lips on mine, this time not so gentle. Absent-mindedly I started matching her movements on my cock.

“Oh no you don’t, just relax. I need to do this for me.”

The action of her mouth and tongue on mine was slow, hard and deliberate; it perfectly matched the movements of her pussy on my cock.

Very, very slowly backwards and forwards and all the time our tongues were doing their dance, their game of cat and mouse. Hell no! I had never kissed like this before, never! I knew exactly what I was doing with my mouth and hands but the action on my cock seemed a long way away. Jackie’s eyes looked so big and dark, so hot they were on fire. Her long natural red hair was everywhere and for a shortest of moments my mind wandered back in time. It was the mass of red hair that first attracted me to her mother and I used to spend hours playing with it. Jackie inherited her black eyes from me rather than the bright green of her mother and that was the only difference between them.

My mind came back to the present as Jackie pulled hard against my head, crushing our mouths together, her eyes went even wider and wilder, the pressure against my groin was intense and I was unable to move.

“Mmhm.” Jackie trembled a little, “Ahmmhm.” She arched her hips forwards and upwards, reducing the pressure on my cock and I came. “Oh Daddy, yes.” She relaxed to lay her breasts on my chest and her lips on my earlobe. “Yes Daddy.” I started humping up into her, cumming time and time again. “OH YES.” She started humping hard and very fast against me. “YES. YES. YES.” The front of the T-shirt was wet as she collapsed against me and I put my arms firmly around her arms and back.

“Wow that was amazing Jackie.”

“Thanks Dad, I needed that.”

“We need a shower, we’re soaked.”

“What?” She pushed up against my shoulders and looked down. “Oh FUCK, Kim,” and jumped off the bed.

“Who the hell is Kim?”

“My daughter, OH SHIT.”

“Daughter?” The sound of the penny dropping was like Big Ben ringing in my ears. “You have a daughter?” I too jumped out of bed. “At the flat?” Just as fast as the night before I dressed and found myself in the van racing the three miles in a big panic.

In our rush the night before we didn’t pick up any keys and through the letter box we could hear a baby crying. There was no sign of Hugh’s car and assuming he was not there, I picked up a brick from the damaged gate to smash the glass. We found Kim perfectly safe in the nursery, crying and smelly but perfectly safe.

While Jackie saw to Kim I found a piece of plywood in the van and using a cordless drill screwed it across the broken window, then I swept the glass into a dustpan and dumped it in the wheelie bin.

I found Jackie upstairs feeding my granddaughter, my four month old granddaughter who I didn’t know about. This was almost a touch of déjà vu, her mother and I divorced and I didn’t know about my daughter, Jackie, until she was eighteen and that was more than seven years ago. We had been in fairly regular contact after that until she met that dickhead Hugh, who I had never liked; he had always placed his Subaru and X-Box well above her in importance. Most of all I didn’t like the fact he was a drug user and I suspected a dealer too.

A neighbour helped me put the chest of drawers and the cot in the van followed by loads of bin bags full of personal bits and clothes. Finally I left him one of my business cards in case he needed to contact us and thanked him. I’d not had any experience with babies and was amazed how much paraphernalia was involved. The back of the van was full and I learnt how to strap a baby carrier into the centre seat; it seemed very awkward but under Jackie’s guidance I got there. We drove home and managed to find space for everything in my little two room flat.

Jackie made some toast as I finished upstairs then we sat in the two armchairs, I learnt how to hold a baby while I ate toast and drank coffee. Jackie was smiling as she watched us.

We chatted loads, well into the evening but time was irrelevant today and it came as a big surprise when I looked at the clock to see it was 10pm.

“Time for bed, I’m whacked out.”

“Me too, shall I sleep here?” patting the arm of the chair she was sitting in.

“It’s got to be a temporary arrangement but I suggest you share my bed until we get things sorted.”

“Don’t you mind?”

“Oh no, of course not darling. I’m just sorry I can’t offer you something better.”

“I couldn’t have expected what you have done for me so far Dad. I didn’t have anywhere else to turn.”

By this time we were both standing and Jackie snuggled up to me with her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you.”

“Darling you’re welcome, Escort you and Kim, I hope I can help with her too.”

We settled in bed together; I felt a little uncomfortable. The previous evening, well actually morning, was a lot different and there were no thoughts of the suitability of the arrangements. Tonight however I was getting into bed with a woman less than half my age, my daughter no less, and I had a hard on. That point had not gone unnoticed by my daughter and she was holding onto my cock.

“Seriously darling we should not be doing that.”

“Just once more please, I really needed what we did earlier.”

“Darling, I can’t do it. It just doesn’t feel right. Can we just cuddle together?”

Jackie snuggled to me but slowly we got closer until she was nibbling my ear and whispering: “I love you and I’ve missed you.” Her hand was alternating between my nipples and cock and we started kissing. Again I was lost in the dexterity of my daughter’s lips and tongue. I was soon ready to make love and my cock readily slipped into her moist pussy lips and deep inside her when she moved over me. She sat up straight, supporting herself on my chest and nipping my nipples between her fingers.

Raising her hands off me she said “Let’s lose this.” Lifting her T-shirt off over her head she tossed it to one side, her full round breasts looked delicious and the big rings were a surprise. I knew they were pierced, she said earlier, but the rings were massive, a good quarter inch thick and an inch across.

“Beautiful.” I said quietly.

She lifted her hands to the sides of her breasts and carefully pushed them together. “You like?”

I responded by lifting my hands and replacing hers by pushing them aside, gently squeezing, my thumbs were together in the middle and rubbing gently; I hadn’t expected them to start oozing milk. I felt my cock jump and so did my daughter. Like earlier she started moving back and forth on me, slow and firm. Her face showed a look of determination or concentration and her eyes were firmly locked on mine, and wide, like bottomless pools I was getting lost in them.

The milk was still oozing from her ringed nipples and ran down my arms, where some got into reach so that I managed to lick it. “Mmm salty or is that me?”

“I think it’s sweet when I’ve tried it Dad.” Her determined look continued and the grinding movements got gradually quicker, her black eyes got larger and the pressure on my cock increased. I started humping to match her then my daughter collapsed onto my chest with a big “OrrgHH.” She lavished kisses all over my neck and face, not the mouth wrestling from earlier but lots of rapid kisses which slowed as her hip movements slowed then stopped.

I cupped her chin and cheeks in my hands and kissed her mouth.

“AAarghh.” She rolled off to one side. “Aargh cramp.” Jackie rubbed her leg better before returning to kiss me on the mouth, then she worked the kisses up my head until her breast appeared in my mouth. The tongue wrestling began again but this time I was wrestling with a big lump of gold, this first experience of a pierced nipple soon got me hard again.

I felt her pushing her breast harder into my mouth then heard the words: “Suck it.” She was right, it does taste sweet, a bit earthy but sweet and I realised I needed to start swallowing as there was so much of it. After a few minutes she pulled her nipple from my mouth to replace it with its twin. “This one is leaking now.” I was so turned on I started humping, humping against nothing. “Let’s not waste this Daddy.” Jackie replaced herself on my cock while maintaining her nipple in my mouth. She allowed me to hump upwards into her until I came, even harder than before.

I relaxed down onto the bed with Jackie lying on top of me after her nipple slipped from my mouth and her mass of red hair covered both our heads. We were kissing as I felt my cock soften and slip from her pussy. Again, Jackie’s looks, especially the mass of red hair reminding me of her mother.

The red LED’s of the clock read 23.24. “Oh Kim is running a bit late tonight, she normally wakes about 11pm for a feed, I hope there’s enough for her.”

“Oh sorry darling, I don’t know how these things work and didn’t give it a thought.”

“What these things,” she placed her hands on her breasts and wobbled them, laughing.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Laughing too. I drifted off to sleep being vaguely aware of some movement a little later.

The next thing that happened was Jackie shaking me awake, looking over my shoulder, asked who was standing behind me. I turned to see Brenda glaring at me; I woke quickly and stood to kiss her.

“Oh no,” she backed away. “Who the hell is this?” pointing to Jackie.

“This is my daughter Jackie and Kim, my granddaughter.”

In the middle of that Brenda left with some sort of comment like: “Yeah right.” And the front door shut behind her.

“Go Dad.”

I stood there naked as the day I was born. “No let her go, I’ll call her a bit later.”

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Everything in my story is true. I started reading stories here last month after an incident that made me feel rather strange, but since finding more stories on the subject I feel much better now. With that in mind I figured I could relate what happened to me.

My girlfriend of two years, Holly, and I just graduated from college. I’m 23 and she’s 22. We’re a happy couple and have pretty good sex together. We figured we would get married in September after our graduation.

Holly, like each of the few girlfriends I’ve had, is a bit thin, but has a nice athletic build and she looks great in and out of a dress or jeans. She’s got long dark hair, a few inched below the shoulder and while she doesn’t have much of an ass, her breasts are proportional to her body, and 34 B is just right for her. She’s got great nipples and I’ve grown to love spending a lot of time on them.

Her folks have a house in the city and the one upstate that has a lot of room and also has a tennis court and they both play and stay in reasonable shape, so I know Holly has good genes. And, if she looks like her mom Carol (who’s a bit heavier but still pleasant on the eyes) in 30 years, that’s great. They have the same hairstyle and I suppose Carol dyes it the same color.

After graduation we figured to take a little time off before starting new careers and her folks invited us up to their county home for a celebration. It was kind of a joint deal, with graduation and Carol’s 50th birthday rolled into one. They had lots of family coming up for the weekend and we arrived on Thursday.

Unfortunately for me, Holly was on the rag that week and I was feeling left out. Usually she will do something for me, a handjob or if I’m really lucky, a blowjob, but nothing before we got there Thursday afternoon. I asked her for a little present of my own and she said no, nothing in her parent’s house, especially since they put us in different bedrooms.

Thursday, Holly and Carol and I had a nice dinner at home and sat around talking until late that night. We asked Carol what she wanted for her Birthday and she said she really didn’t need anything, but she did feel like she should do something a little wild for her 50th. My future father in law was arriving on Saturday as he had business meetings until late Friday, so it was just the three of us.

When it was time for bed Carol left first and I snuggled up to Holly on the couch and got a few kisses. I put my hands up her shirt and massaged her breasts a bit, feeling her nipples grow hard and enjoying a little fun, but she said, “no, I told you, not here.” Sometimes I have to beg a little, so I kissed her some more and asked for a quick blowjob, but she shook her head no, so I gave her a final kiss and went to my room alone. A long weekend was in store.

The next morning we all had breakfast together and Holly asked if I wanted to go to the mall with them. I declined. When they left I went swimming and hoped they would be home soon, but Holly called and said no, eat lunch without them. I did. Then I watched TV. Then Holly called and said they were still at the mall and wouldn’t be home till really late.

I grabbed a beer and down it went. I had a few more and sat there in the dark, kind of watching the TV and dozing, and then gave up and turned off the show and closed my eyes. I was awakened by a sound in kitchen and saw Holly getting a drink of water. She knew her way around and there was just a little light coming through the kitchen window but I could see her, and I really wanted her bad.

I got up and walked around to the kitchen and slowly and quietly snuck up on her. She had just put the glass down on the sink when I put an arm around her shoulders and one over her mouth. She stood stiff and still while I kept my hand over her mouth and nuzzled my face into her neck.

I said, “Holly, I want you so bad, you can’t turn me down now, I need to feel you right now,” and I pulled my arm from across her shoulders and put my hand on her left boob and gave it a squeeze. At the same time I pushed my hips into her ass and kissed her neck.

I whispered into her ear that she felt great and maybe just a blowjob would be all right. Her nipple got hard and I noticed her boob was quite heavy, my hand barely able to cover it and I continued kissing her neck and smelled a new perfume.

That’s when I said, “Oh, my God,” realizing that it wasn’t Holly I was holding on to. I kept a hold of that big breast and massaged the nipple a bit more. Then I said again, “Oh, my God,” and followed it Escort bayan with, “Holly, you feel so good, please come to my room,” and gave her another kiss on the neck and then walked out of the kitchen.”

My heart was beating so hard by then and my stomach felt like I had a bowling ball in it. I couldn’t believe I had just grabbed my future mother in law’s breast and pressed my dick against her ass. I felt like such an idiot. I went straight to my room, dreading Holly coming in and saying her mother told her I grabbed her.

I lay down on the bed and stared at the ceiling and then took my clothes off and got under the covers. I never even turned on the light, hoping that Holly would see the lights were off and not come in for a good night kiss.

After a long couple hours debating whether I could talk my way out of what had happened, I finally fell asleep in the dark room. At some point I started dreaming of Holly giving me a blowjob. Same start, licking my balls, slathering them with saliva and gently sucking them into her mouth, one by one.

I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t dreaming. It was pitch black, but could feel Holly holding my hard cock with one hand and beginning to lick and purse her lips along the entire length of my shaft, deep under the covers. She kissed her way up to the head of my cock and slurped along my glands, working her tongue along the sensitive and engorged head. Then I could feel her lips popping over the head and then back out, back in and back out across her full lips. She was in no hurry, which was unlike Holly, but her hair was tickling my thighs like always and I wasn’t complaining.

I told her, “That’s amazing, honey, just great,” and she started moving up and down my shaft, slowly, her tongue licking against the side while my cock got four or five inches into her mouth. I leaned back against my pillow and enjoyed the feeling, then reached down and rubbed her neck a little and tried to reach her breasts but she was way too low on the bed.

As she sped up her movements, her sucking got harder and more expert, her hand moved slowly up my shaft and her other hand moved up and down along my ass and then back to my balls. She pulled my scrotum gently and moved her fingers so my balls played up and down in her hand. She had never been so good and I again said, “That’s amazing, I never thought it would be so good.” Then as my cock got back to her throat it started getting a deep movement to it, like the sucker was humming. That’s when it dawned on me that it couldn’t be Holly.

This expert sucking my cock was just that, an expert, and Carol was in no hurry as she slowed down again, keeping me from getting to close to coming. She was playing me like a musical instrument and I loved it. Now I knew what Carol’s wild idea was.

I had never been with a woman older than 25, and her was my mother in law, sucking away and about to be 50 years old — today, as a matter of fact. I thought of how old that was, how weird to be getting the best suck of my life from somebody older than my own mother. I thought about it and almost lost my erection, but then it was so good, how could I.?

I really wanted to hold her tits again, and I said, “Holly, let me touch your breasts, honey, you know I love that,” but Carol just kept sucking away and then actually nibbled around my cock head and slid a finger over my ass. After a few more minutes I got and idea and started doing math problems in my head. I tried as hard as I could to remember all the continents, state capitals, anything but the world’s greatest blowjob I was receiving. I though Carol was probably just doing me a favor by giving me a great suck, but maybe she was enjoying it too.

I asked her again to move up so I could fondle her, be she didn’t move. She sped up like she decided she better get me to come quickly, but I was still on the capitals and doing all right. I said, “honey, please, let me give you something, let me suck you while you suck me. You know I can come quickly when we 69. Please, let me kiss you pussy lips.”

There was no response other than an even quicker pace on my now throbbing cock. It’s seven inches felt like they were stretched to the limit and my balls were getting tight, but I kept asking and trying to keep from coming.

Finally Carol slowed down and then stopped completely. I thought maybe that was it, I had screwed up the best suck of my life, my own mother in law, 50 years old and all. There was a rustling under the covers and I really thought I blew it.

Then I felt Bayan escort a hand on my cock again and she moved her mouth back to my dick. I hoped maybe she was stocking her pussy, but she wasn’t doing anything but getting my dick back deep in her throat and giving me that humming thing again.

I wasn’t sure what the previous delay had been, but then my mother in law moved one of her knees over my leg, then the other. She kept up a nice leisurely pace on my cock, often slowing and biting my shaft by pushing her lips tightly together, and then moved her knees together and then like a clock, she moved around my body to 3, then 4, then 5, and then she pushed her knee against my head and then over it.

It dawned on me that she had stopped earlier to remove her panties and then was probably trying to decide whether she wanted to go through with letting me suck her cunt. I’m so lucky she felt the urge.

She hovered over my face and I could smell a deep, musky odor. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it included a tiny urine smell. I moved my face closer to her pussy and put out my tongue. It was pitch black in the room, but that sure as hell wasn’t going to stop me.

The first thing I ran into was a kind of kinky, matted patch of hair and I just moved my face along it until I came to her lips. They weren’t even wet yet, and I thought maybe she really had just planned on giving me a blowjob and nothing else. I put my arms around her legs and down her ass. It was bigger than I expected, but Holly is so trim it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Carol still hadn’t said a word and I wondered if she thought I wouldn’t know the difference in the dark.

She was back to licking my balls and since I was used to five-minute blowjobs, this 15 or 20 minutes was just amazing, and I told her for probably the fifth time, “It’s amazing, I can’t believe how good it is.” I was dangerously close to coming.

When I got my mouth over Carol’s pussy, the lips suddenly flopped open, and they hung against my own lips. I moved my hands back through her legs towards her breasts, touching a not too flat belly along the way. However, her tits were really full. The nipples were already long and hanging straight down. When I pushed my palms flat against her tits, they were quite large. When I moved my hands sideways, it was like pulling on two soft and pliable, upside-down ice cream cones.

I kept pulling on them that way as my soon to be mother in law gave out her first moan. An actual sound, and she also increased her sucking of my balls. At the same time I began pulling her pussy lips with my mouth. I sucked them in and twirled my tongue between them. It seemed like they were several inches long and I could feel them filling with blood and getting fat.

Carol moved her mouth back to my cock head and let saliva dribble down the sides of my dick. I, in turn, pushed my tongue into her pussy and tasted her as she started really heating up and getting wet. As I worked her pussy, I suddenly felt a gentle fingernail tapping repeatedly against my chin. She was rubbing away on her clit and I felt her body tense up a bit.

I let go of her right tit and moved my hand back underneath her and stick a finger into her pussy, which was surprising tight. I was rubbing her “G” spot and she started groaning a bit. That humming on my dick increased and I was getting close.

Now that my finger was in her tight pussy, my nose was hovering close to her ass. Holly never lets me touch her ass, so I gave that 50-year old puckered hole a good sniff and it smelled great. It was hot and strangely sweet.

I moved my head a bit and licked the bottom of Carol’s pussy and then the space below it. She was busy on my cock and her hand was moving faster on her clit, so I ran my tongue widely around her ass and then into the top of her ass crack. Holly always clenched her ass if I did that, but my mother in law kept her ass cheeks wide open.

I felt my balls burning, but I wanted a little more and ran my tongue closer to her brown hole. Then I just buried my face between her cheeks and licked closer and closer. Carol was now breathing heavily and so was I. I licked closer and closer and then right over her ass. I spread my tongue as wide as possible and licked her ass crack from top to bottom and Carol’s pussy clenched around my finger and I knew she was close to an orgasm. My mother in law was going to come all over me.

I was desperately close to coming myself and took another big wiff of her pussy and then her ass. Then I gave her butt Escort a long wide lick and then plunged my tongue as deep into that tart and tangy hole as I could. She immediately stopped breathing and shuddered as her orgasm started.

I worked my tongue in and out of her ass and blew my wad deep into her mouth. She did a good job of keeping up gentle sucking and swallowed my salty semen. My hips bucked twice more as I unloaded even more cum into Carol’s mouth. When she stopped rubbing her clit I pulled my finger out of her pussy and my pulled away from her ass.

I said, “I never thought it would be so great, just amazing, thank you honey,” and let my head lean back against the pillow. I was catching my breath and enjoying the most amazing and kinky sex I’d ever had when the door opened and she walked out. That was it. I was so tired I just lay there and relived it for a while before falling asleep.

When I woke up it was still dark in the room but obviously after 8 or 9 a.m. and I was starving. I pulled the covers down and rubbed my face and inhaled. I could smell pussy and ass on my hand and my face. My chest hair was matted and the smell was so intoxicating. I reached down and felt my cock, which was quickly hardening and my pubic hair was matted too. Perhaps my mother in law hadn’t gotten all my cum.

I barley touched my cock, but as I continued rubbing my face and smelling my hand I couldn’t help but start stroking. I thought of the amazing blowjob I had gotten and licking Carol’s pussy and ass. I quickened my pace and was amazed that in probably no more than two minutes my balls hardened and I shot a full load up my chest and a little actually landed on my chin. I slipped a finger into it and gave it a taste. Heavy and sweet.

I didn’t know what shape the covers were in, but didn’t want to get any more cum on them, so after I blew my load I just massaged it into my chest. Then I realized I had to get out of bed and to the shower before running into anybody. I didn’t want to meet Holly with her mom’s cum on my face.

I found my underwear and shorts and then got a shirt that I held in front of me as I opened the door slowly. I thought maybe I would pretend to be sneezing if I say Holly, but I got lucky and there was a clear shot to the bathroom down the hall.

After I got cleaned up I headed for the kitchen. Holly was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and gave me a smile. She said she was sorry they got home so late and she didn’t get to see me before I went to sleep. I told her it was all right and tried not to smile. I felt dirty and sleazy and awesome. I loved what had happened. I even felt a nice twitching in my balls.

“Did you see Mom yet,” Holly asked, and just as I was about to answer she walked into the room with Holly’s grandmother. I stared open mouthed at Carol’s short pixie cut. It was dyed blond and barely over her ears.

For the first time in my life I was absolutely dumbfounded and didn’t know what to say. Then I blurted out, “Wow, you just got that done this morning?”

Holly looked at me and said, “No, silly, she had it done yesterday. Why do you think we got home so late last night?”

“I, I,” I stammered. I thought back to the long hair last night, tickling my thighs, and then I looked at Holly’s grandmother, who happens to be 68 years old. She looked at me and just then brushed her long white hair away from her face.

Then she looked at Carol’s hair and said, “Isn’t it amazing? Really great. I never thought it would be so good. Did you ever think it would be so good?

Then, for the second time in my life I had nothing to say. I just stood there with what was probably an idiot’s look on my face and stared at Carol’s hair and then Holly’s grandmother. 68 years old. Big breasts, long hair and an ass I had my tongue in just a few hours ago.

I babbled something to Carol and have virtually no recollection of the party that night or the drive home on Sunday. All I could think of was that I got the greatest suck-off from someone who was born during World War II. She was married when JFK was our President. She was nearly 70-years old and I had sucked her pussy and licked her tangy ass. And, I kept thinking of it and wondering what it would be like to actually see her naked. What would it be like to get my cock inside that tight pussy, or maybe even her ass?

Grandma and I never talked during the rest of the weekend, I don’t think, I was in such a daze, but now I keep checking the granny porn sites and wondering.

Holly and I are getting married next month. We’ll be upstate again. All I can think of is those saggy, long-nippled tits on Grandma, that strange matted pussy, those long pussy lips I sucked and that tart ass. I just don’t know what September will bring.

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Joanna and I were only minutes apart in age, and although I was the older one, you’d never know it. She was always the achiever; smarter, faster and wittier. However, as the class clown I somehow compensated for my inadequacies while entertaining captive audiences. Today was different though, as I seriously pondered a long-time problem. The problem was Joanna, how beautiful I had discovered she was, and how this had been affecting me lately. When we were toddlers I’d ‘de-panced’ Jo…..who could have cared less at the time. I even think she even gave me the toy she was holding in gratitude for my relieving her burden of the training pants she had been wearing! And at that time I was more interested in reaching out and grasping anything to stretch my developing little arms, than checking out my sister….or any other female. Mom scolded me soundly and I’m told, asked me why I had done such a thing to my sister. I probably waddled off, not realizing what the scolding was even about. “Shit, why did we even have to wear clothes,” I probably wondered at the time.

That was my first and only encounter with my sister’s anatomy. Although we were very close, I never breached her privacy or confidence. I did admittedly sneak opportune looks at her sculpted, tanned cleavage, which she seemed to almost teasingly show off, bending down very low. I’d also occasionally glance at her as she sat, sometimes getting a glimpse of pantie and dark pubes. I even spied on her as she sunbathed topless around our pool. Hey, I’m a guy, and it’s difficult to overlook a beautiful topless young woman in your back yard, regardless who she is. Never though until today, did I acknowledge that I was sexually attracted to my own sister and gorgeous twin.

What really bothered me though, were thoughts of Joanna which seemed to go beyond the sexual or physical nature .Some sexual attraction, while certainly not right or acceptable, might have even been seen as ‘normal’ for a healthy young guy my age. But I didn’t have a clue about the feelings I was having, what they meant or even how they’d started. I did know these thoughts about Jo, my lovely sister and best friend, were unlike anything I’d experienced before, and I was beginning to obsess about them. Of course I loved Joanna, and since her latest crisis over her boyfriend’s leaving, we’d drawn even closer than ever. But regardless of the circumstances, I was not supposed to have what had begun to seem like romantic feelings for my own sister. The idea that I would was a very troubling thought to me, and that was my biggest problem.

I had a knockout girlfriend who attended college with Joanna and me where Jo and I would be juniors in three weeks. My sex life was fantastic, and sometimes I thought my girlfriend Lori could not get enough! However, on this day I just continued to worry about why I was obsessing about my beautiful sister. This hangup might be considered almost natural I’d reasoned, as I remembered talking with some buddies about this ‘problem.’ At least two of my fraternity brothers also had beautiful sisters, and during a very ‘drunk’ party one of these guys opened up about ‘opening up’ his lovely sister. Then the other guy said he’d done his sister, as well. The girls were no less than stunning from their pictures, and I thought at the time that these dudes must have been cut off by their girlfriends. This was not the case they said, and that’s when I started thinking the unthinkable. I realized I had the hots for my sister, and this worried, confused and excited me, all at the same time.

My twin sister and I both turned 20 in June, and we would be college juniors when we went back in a few weeks. We’d always been great buddies to each other, and participated in some of the same activities. Jo would play football with me, and was perhaps even better at it. When we were younger I sometimes played dolls with her after swearing her to secrecy on the matter. Although our hobbies and activities ran the gamut, Jo’s preferences were more like mine, the guy stuff, and she was into many sports and outdoor activities. She was extremely feminine though, and nobody would even guess that a beautiful, petite young woman like her would hold a brown belt in Karate.

Joanna had been dating a guy for a year, and the two of them had considered marriage after college. For some unknown reason he left California to return to New York without so much as a goodbye to Jo. Of course this completely broke her heart, and many evenings Jo and I would shoot pool, play cards, or just hang out like we did when we were kids. Lori, my girlfriend, would sometimes accompany us, but she usually let us have our space. Lori understood the deep bonds we had as fraternal twins who were also best friends. Jo had just gotten over Tom a couple months earlier, and this period of mourning took quite a few months. Nobody knew why he didn’t get back to Joanna, and I secretly felt that he might be gay, and just didn’t know how to explain it to her. Alanya Sarışın Escort He was a nice guy, but what he did was a dirty rotten shame. I was there for my sister as usual then, as always. We both were there for each other when any type of crisis occurred, and quite a few times the pieces of one of us were picked up by the other.

Jo was 5′ 3″ and about weighed about 105 lbs. She had enticingly flashing brown eyes, flawless light olive complexion, and glistening dark brown hair which danced flowingly around the tops of her shoulders. She looked a little like the brunette on ‘Three’s a Crowd,’ the girl next door type who guys dream of nailing when they first see her. She was very cute, although she had classic beauty which was responsible for a couple of beauty contest crowns during high school.. Joanna worked out and ran almost daily to keep her nice body and beautiful legs–which seemed to go all the way up to her neck–toned and in shape. Her breasts were almost perfect… that is, from what I could tell anyway, and her waistline and hips were exquisitely proportioned to her beautifully shaved, smooth, tanned and toned legs. Her carved dancer’s legs morphed into delicate softness toward the very tops of her almost white inner thighs. Beyond that area, I could only dream, and I often did. This had begun to really worry me.

My sister and I were very much alike in everything but physique. I was 5′ 10″ and weighed in at about 155 lbs of Budweiser-toned semi muscle. I had the same olive complexion and brown eyes as my sister. Mine didn’t flash though, although they sometimes opened from sleep, which I didn’t get enough of. I was told that I looked a little like Ashton Kutcher, only after I paid a girl ten bucks to spread the word at her sorority house. My slender physique came in handy when I thought about weight training….which was usually about ten seconds, or until I could put that ridiculous thought out of my head! Probably my main sports were watching pro football and riding my vintage Harley. I would sometimes even walk to class at our huge college campus, but only when the campus shuttle was down. These activities satisfied all my physical exertion needs…..that is, most, anyway!

So today I’d finally thrown in the towel to these troublesome thoughts about Joanna, which had grown stronger over the years as my lovely twin and I grew up. I finally admitted that I wanted my sister even more than my beautiful girlfriend Lori. Pretty Lori absolutely never had a headache, and gave me my workout for the day every time I saw her. I also remembered my frat brothers who carried pictures of their sisters they said they’d nailed. I guess this was what I needed in rationalizing my thoughts as not completely perverted. But I was still having trouble with the idea and didn’t fully understand what was going on in my head. What I was thinking about Jo would be incest, and incest was the ultimate taboo. It just didn’t happen in our upper middle class neighborhood, or so I thought at the time.

About that time Joanna came jogging up to where I was sitting on the chaise by the pool. Her shorts were cut very high and fit tightly around her crotch. The skimpy, wet shorts clung to her body and left hardly anything to the imagination. Jo’s tanned midriff was bare, and her jog bra fit extremely tight, which caused my Jo’s model’s bust to spill out very slightly over the edges. The bra did little to conceal the contours of Joanna’s supple, soft, youthfully smooth, creamy white breasts, whose upper curves and shapes were completely visible to the point where they met above the center of the running bra. Joanna’s hair was slightly wet, and her lips were puffy and open from the run. She was gasping a little from the workout and her breasts heaved, in even more revealing thrusts as she caught her breath. Her exhausted but beautiful moist open mouth looked a little like the old Marilyn Monroe pictures I’d seen, and it almost called out for a strange tongue, I thought.

“What are you looking at, Joseph?” My sister jokingly demanded as I broke my gaze from her ‘Marilyn’ lips.

“Oh Nothing. Only my sister, damnit! What’d you expect me to say, sister dearest, the full moon? So how many dogs did you run from today, Jo,” I asked sarcastically, with a little chuckle and smirk as I kept my gaze well away from the areas I really wanted to look at. Joanna was not for a moment interested in me, the same way I was with her, and I certainly didn’t want her to know about my ‘problem..’

“Dogs? The only dog I’ve seen all day is sitting in your chair, brother dearest,” Jo replied even more sarcastically, but with the same smirk we’d both picked up as kids, play-acting. “So what’s your dead ass up to today besides planning on how you can get out of cutting the grass, and scoring beer money? I should call Lori and tell her how your study habits have improved, especially around the pool.”

“Oh, cut the crap, Joeyodey. Alanya Şişman Escort And you’re suddenly valedictorian, huh? I haven’t actually seen you camping out in the library.”

“Brother….do you need reminding that it’s summer break. We don’t go back for another three weeks, if you don’t remember. I thought I’d keep the bod in shape with real exercise, not the Budweiser twelve ounce curls like you do.”

“Oh that hurts, JoJo….you know I’m a drama student, and don’t want knee surgery before I’m in the home. I’ll visit you in the hospital when your knees are replaced, and might even remind you that I warned you.”

“So, dearest Josephine, just because I’m in Physical Education I’m supposed to listen to my drama queen excuse for a brother??” Jo always managed to get the better of me in these little sparring contests. We both had great fun putting each other down though, as we were very close and could joke about anything. Many times we even anticipated what the other was going to say, and it wasn’t always good!

“Okay, already, okay, my self-esteem’s ruined for life. I’m going out to the back yard and look for worms,” I moaned as I pretended to cry.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, almost-brother. Here, let sissie give you a little hug to make you feel better.”

“Get away, goofball sister. Yuk….who wants a hug from their sister?” ….I felt unbelievably hypercritical as I said this, even joking, as I had to fight off an erection after seeing my gorgeous twin in her sexy jogging clothes.

“Well, ‘hugging your sister’ goes both ways, I can assure you, Joe boy. If I wanted to hug a brother, I’d hug Rex down the street. I’m sure that a running back could receive a hug as well as he could give one out. I was only kidding anyway, Joey. You’ll get a hug from me when pigs fly, and when dogs lie down with cats,” Joanna said, now laughing out loud. She gave me a little pat on the shoulder and as she bent over, I got a perfect view of her absolutely flawless tits. “I gotta go take care of some business, Joe. Why don’t you see if you can get some business?” Hahaha.

“JoJo, get outta here; the cat’s starting to put on hip boots!”

“Shit,” I thought, why does she treat me like this, and almost make me feel like I’ve been teased…..?? Hell, I have been teased, but not even my girlfriend is this malicious. You might even think she’s trying to prove something. Sisters, you can’t live with ’em and you can’t shoot ’em! But you sure can lust for them….just one time to drive that smooth, hard cock into little smart-ass twin sister, to make her cry out and swear to never get the best of you again if you’ll only continue to drive her wild. Ha, I was finally even thinking about it at this point although half-seriously, but this was only in my dreams I thought disappointedly.

I’d dozed off for a few minutes when darling sister reappeared, this time dressed out in a new bikini…..a thong! Jo had never been much for these dental floss swim suits, but wearing this she could easily make a grown man cry with the way she filled one of these things. Good Lord I thought, if she only knew what I was thinking she’d probably come out in Grandmother’s one-piece bathing suit. As my goddess twin strode over to me I stammered for something to say, and I’d never been at a loss for words around Jo. “Cat got your tongue, brother dearest? I see she’s still not wearing her hip boots. You must have stopped your bullshitting, Joey. Well, if it works on the cat, it should work on Brenda, next door. That two-faced little bitch wants me to be a bridesmaid for her mother’s wedding. Can you imagine?? Screw her and the broom she flew in on.”

“So what did you offer that small child for her her bikini, sis?” “Hope you left her with something decent. That is, none of your stuff, anyway.” At that moment I knew I’d approached the tipping point as Jo lunged for me, pinning me quickly in a Half-Nelson. “Wow, my head loves the spot it’s in, between your bountiful boobs, sissie dear,” I laughed almost uncontrollably as Jo attempted to slap me, and gave me another really nice eye full as she bent down near my head to playfully whack my cheek. “What’s that perfume, Jo-Annie? Eau de gym clothes?”

“Shut up, biker boy. The only times you need cologne are when you miss your shower and when you take one!” ‘Biker boy’ was a reference to my vintage ’60’s Harley, which had been completely restored and even had the large, original seat and saddle bags. I had been teaching Joanna how to ride it, and we were practicing on the old deserted drive-in parking lot across the street. She was going to start riding the motorcycle that Tom left when he left no forwarding address. That seemed only fair, I thought.

“Speaking of biker boy, when are we taking another lesson,” Jo asked.

“WE are taking another lesson whenever YOU think you can ride my machine by your lonesome. I think it’s time for the bird to fly. It’s solo Alanya Sınırsız Escort time, Sister Goldenhair, whenever you’re man enough.” I was going to let Joanna ride without any help from me today for the first time. I would of course be on the back of the bike in case of emergency, but Jo would finally be captain.

“Okay Joe Blow, I’ve been man enough long before you were, and woman enough long before you even thought about ’em.”

“Good God,” I thought.” Why wasn’t this insult machine in Iraq? Jo would ‘dis’ the enemy to death!” I was wondering if my comebacks were going to even stand a snowball’s chance when Jo put a sympathetic hand on my shoulder and said….

“Brother dear, I’m only joking, of course. Sometimes I get carried away. But please, don’t worry about your deficiencies, whatever you do.” My sister broke into even more laughter and slapped me on the back, celebrating her own wittiness.

“Okay, Joanna. I think you’re plenty woman enough to solo my Harley now. Why don’t we make a couple Malibu Twists and draw up a flight plan?”

“Alrighty, but I’m wondering if we still have lime and rum?”

“Freshly stocked, Jo-sister. And since you asked, the lemons are in the fridge. Thanks in advance for making our drinks.”

We downed the lemonades in short order, and after the sun got lower in the hot July sky we set out. “I think I’ll let you drive first, Jo. Do you think you’re ready?”

“Well, ready as I’ll ever be. Been practicing for a couple weeks, and I should be teaching others by now.”

“Patience, Jo, patience. Wine, cheese and good Harley riders are not made in a day. I did wanna know if you had the self-confidence to ride by yourself and thank God my insurance and hospitalization are paid up!”

Jo drove the bike extremely well for a girl I thought, and after only a couple weeks of brief lessons. She had caught on even faster than most experienced riders from what I could tell. We were on the old county road today and there was absolutely no traffic there. I held onto my sister’s waist a little tighter than I would on most roller coasters and feeling this pressure, Jo took my hand and brought it up to the bottom of her left breast. Wups, I thought as I quickly moved my hand back down. Through the wind, Jo told me to put my hand back, and I did so without any convincing. The bike had a large, bicycle-style seat, and I was crammed in tightly behind my sister. After my hand was strategically placed I felt an uprising under my belt.” Wups again, I thought.”

Jo stopped the bike at our turn-around point, the old abandoned church. “Okay, Joey, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me,” my sister quipped wryly.

“Uhhhh….well, you know I don’t hunt….Sorry, this road’s a little bumpy and I guess it’s just one of the hazards of being male, you know?”

“I wouldn’t know, but it’s okay.” Here, you can drive back home, but I’ve got something in my eye. I forgot my glasses.”

“Joanna, let me take a look. Which eye is it?” I gingerly spread my sister’s right eyelids to look for debris. “Jo, roll your eye down toward the bike seat. Then roll it back. Do you feel anything?”

“Yes, my brother, playing ophthalmologist. Joe, I do think it’s out now. Thanks so much.”

Joanna reached for my hand and gently squeezing it, quietly thanked me again. She pulled her head closer to mine and gave me a little kiss on the lips. “Yuk!” I said. “Kissing your sister! That ranks down there with eating worms, running out of underwear, and a wet kiss from Aunt Sally.”

“Now what’s so bad about kissing your sister,” Jo playfully challenged.

“Well, I, uh, I guess it”….I didn’t finish my sentence before Jo kissed me again, but this time it was a real kiss, not a great aunt Sally kiss. I started to recoil in mock repulsion, but I realized suddenly that this was not what I was supposed to do, nor much less what I wanted to do. I kissed my twin for the first time, passionately, longingly and lovingly. We broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, oneness, and something very long overdue; something so special which I’d never, ever dreamt of before. I looked stunned as I quizzically half-smiled at my sister. For once I didn’t have a funny one-liner. Jo apparently didn’t either. Her voice was shaky and her composure completely shot for the first time I can remember. We just stared at each other for a moment, not knowing just what to do or say….for the first time in 20 years.

I said, “Jo, whatever possessed you?”

“I’m sorry Joseph, I was half-kidding, but things just got out of control.”

“I’ll say. I…..uh…..don’t….know just what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, Joe. This has been our moment; our private, personal moment. We’re very special to each other, and if we can’t have a moment like this occasionally….,” she sighed as her voice trailed off.

“…..can’t have a moment like this, occasionally??,” Bending my head to lean toward her, I softly strained to repeat my sister’s unbelievable words. “Do you….mean……that we could ‘have a moment like this occasionally’..again., I incredulously asked with restrained excitement.”

“Well, why not? It’s between you and me, and no one else,” Jo whispered.

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Felicity lazed around the house; her body still ached pleasurably from the intense sexual activity that she had experienced a couple of days ago. Her husband had returned on the Sunday and as usual they had gone to his church and as she met with the rest of the church leaders, she wondered if they could see any difference in her.

Now on the Monday morning she was trying to work out how her stepson Robert had managed to obtain the photographs that he had used, to blackmail her into a sexual orgy, with him. She heard the phone ring and was pleasantly surprised to hear Robert’s voice.

“How do you fancy another good fucking.?” He said

Immediately she felt a rush of sensual lust shoot through her body,

“ Oh yes please” she said, “I can’t wait to feel you prick ploughing into my cunt and arse again”

Bobby chuckled and said that he was pleased to hear that she had remembered his lesson and that he would be in the hotel that evening if she wanted a nice surprise.

Felicity realised that she could get away that evening as she had arranged to go shopping in the city that afternoon and had told her husband that she would have dinner in the city before driving home.

Eagerly she told Bobby that she would be there and that she wanted to know how he had got old of the photographs, he told her that all would be revealed that night.

Felicity quickly got dressed, (in her usual plain vicar’s wife’s clothes that hid her magnificent body so well) and left for the city. She was going shopping and one of the shops that she intended visiting was a boutique that, according to their ads, sold sexy lingerie and clothing.

Felicity drove to the hotel, parked her car and took a taxi to the shopping centre. She quickly bought the household items that would allay her husband’s suspicions and made her way to the advertised boutique. She walked past the shop a couple of times plucking up the courage to enter, after all this was one of the shops that she and her fellow church ladies had condemned as being immoral.

Eventually Alanya Zenci Escort she persuaded herself to enter, a young female assistant, who had noticed her nervousness, came over to her immediately and invited her to go into a private dressing room which was there for first time buyers like herself, she was handed a magazine which had photographs and descriptions of all of the boutiques wares and she was invited to make her choice in the seclusion of the room.

Felicity looked through the catalogue and selected a couple black mini skirts, a sheer white blouse and a red satin camisole top, 3 lacy bra and panty sets in black, some garter belts, black and red nylon stockings and a black basque with a half-cup bra. The shop assistant though surprised at her choices, brought the items and then asked Felicity if she wanted to try on the clothes and if she required any help in fitting the brassieres, explaining that the flimsy type that Felicity had purchased were not like standard ones.

Felicity was a little embarrassed, explaining that she had never undressed in front of another woman before, the assistant introduced herself as Lucy and assured Felicity that there was no need for any embarrassment and to treat Lucy like a nurse in a hospital.

Felicity finally agreed and began to remove her day clothes, Lucy noted that though plain they were expensive and clean and folded them and put them into a bag, thinking she’ll not want to wear these again if those outfits are anything to go by

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Felicity in the meantime had put on one of the pairs of lacy panties and had picked up the matching bra, and stood waiting. Lucy turned around and let out a low whistle of approval as she saw Felicity’s lovely figure.

Lucy started to help Felicity with the bra and in the process glanced down at her lace panties and saw that Felicity had a clean-shaven mons veneris, this woman has hidden talents she thought and deliberately let her hand run across Felicity’s bare breast.

She was delighted Alanya Manken Escort when Felicity gasped and Lucy saw her nipples harden. Lucy apologised and said that in fitting the cups properly she would have to touch Felicity’s breasts especially with the basque. Felicity who had felt what she thought was an electric shock when Lucy had touched her, remembered what Robert had said about her breasts sensitivity nodded her assent, her mouth was too dry to speak.

Lucy who was experienced at seducing customers lost no time in arousing Felicity even more by touching and caressing Felicity’s bare tits whenever she got near them.

Finally it came time to fit the basque, Lucy insisted that it was best done with no panties on, by this time Felicity who found herself more and more aroused and was even wet between her legs had realised what Lucy was doing and was only thinking of the lovely sexy feelings running through her body.

When in fitting the garment Lucy actually ran her fingers along the lips of her vagina, Felicity looked at Lucy smiled and said,

“I have never been touched by a woman before but I would love you to finish what you have started and bring me off”.

Without saying another word, Lucy placed Felicity on the divan in the room and dived between Felicity’s legs, her mouth and tongue quickly going to work on Felicity’s vagina, Felicity pulled Lucy’s head further into her groin and whispered,

“That’s it lick my cunt, put your fingers in, make me cum”.

Lucy lost no time in following these instructions and inserted three of her fingers and worked them in and out of Felicity’s cunt causing Felicity’s vaginal fluids to flow even more and then inserted the fourth. Felicity had never felt such pleasure coursing through her body before and began to moan in time to Lucy’s thrusting hand. Lucy then placed her thumb alongside her fingers and pushed until her hand was in up to her wrist, she then made a fist and plunged it rapidly in and out of Felicity’s wide open Alanya Anal Escort cunt.

Felicity was mewing with pleasure as Lucy’s tonguing and though not aware of the term, fisting brought her to a glorious climax. Felicity could hardly believe that her rarely used vagina could have engulfed a woman’s fist and she said as much to Lucy.

Lucy laughed and said,

“ If a baby’s head can come out, something as small as my fist can certainly go in.”

Felicity laughed in agreement, stopped Lucy’s ministrations and stood up, kissed Lucy on her lips, she then laid her onto the divan, Felicity lifted Lucy’s dress up and pulled her panties down, Felicity’s tongue quickly delved into the warm moist cunt on display to her and though a virgin as far as this was concerned proved that she was a quick learner by repeating Lucy’s action and bringing Lucy to an equally satisfying orgasm.

Both of them licked the juices off their fingers, kissed each other and Felicity dressed herself in one of the outfits that she had just bought, ordered a taxi and made her way to the hotel to meet Robert.

On the way she marvelled at her boldness, from being such a prude only last week, she had been fucked rigid by her stepson and today had made love, no she thought remembering Robert’s words, I had sex, I was fucked by and did fuck another woman.

And I want more of it too she thought.

She looked up into the taxi’s mirror, aware that the driver could see right up her mini skirt and was looking at her lace-covered cunt. She decided to give him a bigger thrill and opened her legs as wide as the skirt permitted, she then placed a finger under the lacy edge and pulled it aside. The car lurched and she knew that he was watching.

“Don’t expect another tip on top of that.” She said smiling innocently and

grinning into the mirror at his startled look.

On reaching the hotel the driver, who was as black as coal looked at Felicity and said,

“ If you let me finger that bare pussy there will be no charge lady.”

Felicity smiled and replied.

“ I would love you to finger my cunt but I’m afraid that it wouldn’t stop there and I’m late for my date as it is, perhaps we may meet again.”

She left the bemused taxi driver clutching his money and went into the hotel

…….continued in Felicity Comes of Age

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Danny was out with his good buddy, John, and John’s girlfriend Angie. After having a few drinks at their place, they went out to the bar. Angie was a woman of average looks. She was about 5’3, 130 pounds, blue eyes and a light complexion. He had known her for several years but had only begun to be attracted to her for the past few months. Why was this? He had always loved her gorgeous, long, curly red hair, that’s nothing new so that can’t be it. She had always been a very sexual person, in the way she talks, what she says, how she walks, her body language. That, too, was nothing new. She had a great ass. Curving outward perfectly in just the right spot, and she walked like she knew it.

Danny thought he could pinpoint it to the time they went out a few months back and she wore white pants. Not a big deal when you think about it, but consider the fact that she had on a skimpy black thong underneath it, for all to see in the right lighting. Yes, that was it. That was the exact moment where Angie was added to that ever growing filing cabinet in his mind that he frequently consulted when he jerked off.

Danny was 6’1, 200 pounds, short blonde hair, blue eyes, and very attractive. He was attractive to her, though she was loyal to John and had yet to cheat on him in 5 years.

At the bar, she was again wearing those white pants and was driving Danny up the wall because it didn’t take him long to notice her skimpy panties underneath. To top it off, she wore a black blouse that had one too many buttons undone. She didn’t have huge cleavage, but enough to add fuel to the fire. Angie didn’t just have a sexual personality, she was a very horny girl, and she noticed on at least 3 occasions throughout the night that Danny was hard. She was almost positive it was because of her. This got her pussy just a little wetter than it was all night. She was gonna fuck John hard when they got home!!

They headed back to John and Angie’s place, Danny making sure Angie took the lead so he could have the cheap thrill of watching her sexy ass walk in front of him. They had two more drinks when they got home, and all three of them were just hammered. She finally got John to bed, cunt tingling like crazy. Danny lay on the couch in the livingroom, watching TV and getting ready to jerk off about the ass that he craved more and more.

Just as he was about to pull out his cock, Angie came out of the bedroom, slamming the door, clearly pissed off, and very frustrated. She had a fiery temper to match her hair.

“Asshole!” she said, sitting beside him. “Asshole!” she yelled, looking towards the bedroom. Normally, he’d be afraid to ask, but he was drunk and less inhibitions.

“What’s the matter?” he queried. She looked at him, fire in her eyes.

“That asshole won’t wake up to put his dick in me!” she said, still almost shouting. He’d seen her in action before, and so was not caught off guard TOO much by her bluntness. He had heard a couple of their fights where she yelled at him for not putting “your dick in me”. Apparently, she liked that term!

“What a waste!” he said, jokingly, “I’m such a horny guy, and you’re such a horny girl, and our significant others don’t put out enough!”

“I know!” she agreed, relaxing a little, and getting even more aroused as new alternatives began to creep into her mind.

“Well,” he said jokingly, “anytime you want a pinch hitter, I’ll sacrifice myself and step in!” He caught Angie quickly glancing at his crotch, and realized he was hard. The brief glimpse of his bulge not only told Angie that Danny was not completely joking, but also sent bolts of pleasure from her crotch throughout her body. Her heart sped up, and in her drunken condition she had next to no inhibitions. ‘Why not?’ she thought, ‘just a kiss, and a cheap feel. The asshole deserves it!’

While Angie was wrestling with her thoughts, there was no battle going on in Danny’s mind! ‘God I’d love to throw it in her!’ he thought, over and over.

They looked into each other’s eyes, and Angie swallowed, gathering courage. Then she just went for it. She put her hand on his cheek and quickly brought her face close to his, kissing him square on the mouth. She let her lips linger on his, and gently pulled his lip outward as she withdrew. She was very close to him, and they looked at each other briefly, before he kissed her, hard. She opened her mouth and he snuck his tongue inside. Angie sent her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. His hands slid up her back and into her long, beautiful hair as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Her arms were around his neck, holding him close to her as they sat there on the couch. Their lips were smacking loudly and they were breathing very heavily into each other’s mouths, but John could never hear them in the condition that he was in.

Danny so badly wanted to touch Angie in other places, he was dying to! But this was his buddy’s girlfriend! She ran her hand down his chest slowly, until Alanya Yabancı Escort it reached the bulge in his jeans. She began to gently rub him over his jeans and he sighed in her mouth. That decided it! His own hand slid around to the front of her sexy body until it found her soft breast. He squeezed it gently.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, pleasure touching every inch of her body. She was so turned on now, her pussy was aching to be touched, to be filled. Her nimble fingers undid the button of his jeans, and pulled down his zipper as her tongue touched the back of his mouth. He was very excited, very hard as he felt her hand slip into his underwear. He slid his hands down her body until it ended up between her legs.

Her small hand found his rock hard penis and her fingers gripped it eagerly. She stroked him slowly, still kissing him as he rubbed her crotch over her white pants. Danny could feel tremendous heat emenating from her pussy through the material. He knew how badly she needed a cock in there.

Angie pulled his dick out of his underwear, stroking it a little more aggressively as he broke the kiss. He moaned softly, kissing over her cheek and neck, kissing her earlobe as his fingers undid her button and fly. His lips found hers again, sliding his tongue into his friend’s girlfriend’s mouth as his hand dove into her panties. He could feel the curls of her pubic hair run through his fingers as he searched for her treasure. Hot, silky wetness told him he found it.

“Ohhhhhh…” she moaned, breaking the kiss briefly before kissing him again harder than before. Her hand squeezed his pole when she felt his fingers touch her horny slit. He began to slowly, lightly, run a finger up and down her gash, sucking hard on her tongue. She needed to be fucked so badly that she forgot that her boyfriend was passed out in the next room! Danny dipped a finger into Angie’s treasure, and her warm pussy gripped it tightly as he slid it in to the second knuckle. Her small, white hand was stroking him quickly now, and he was humping upwards slightly, unable to control himself. Angie was nearly hyperventilating, she was gasping so hard as he slid his finger in and out of her tight wetness. She broke the kiss, looking at him sensually.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked in that sexy voice she liked to use. He tried to answer but could only nod, unable to find his voice as her hand continued to stroke him. He slid his hand out of her panties, and watched her as the redhead bent over towards his lap, holding his rod straight up in the air. He felt her tongue quickly, eagerly, lick from the bottom of his shaft up to the top, and he sighed. Danny grabbed on to her long, beautiful red hair, wrapping it into his fist as she licked all around his mushroom head, slowly this time.

Suddenly, he was in heaven as he felt his entire cock instantly engulfed in warmth as Angie sunk it into her mouth. He moaned, squeezing her hair as she began to eagerly bob her head up and down on his penis right there on the couch. The blowjob was amazing, she was clearly an expert. John was a lucky man! ‘slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp’ she slobbered loudly on his cock and it could be heard clearly throughout the room. Her hand cradled his balls, holding them gently as her lips glided up and down his mighty shaft. She began to take it all the way out of her mouth and then stuffing it back in all the way, over and over, not missing a beat. It only took her about 5 minutes, and she maintained a fast pace the entire time. He was losing it.

“Ohhhh God, I’m gonna cum!” he moaned. A tingle shot through Angie’s pussy at his words, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking hard on his organ, slurping loudly. He gripped her hair tightly, unable to stop himself. He moaned loudly, holding her head down on his manhood.

He came, a stream of cum firing deep into her mouth. Angie swallowed that first load as she forced his dick out of her mouth. She held the tip of Danny’s cock against her cheek, stroking him. More cum jetted out the end, rubbing all over her cheek. She purred, rubbing the end of his penis all over her chin and mouth, gathering his cum onto her face as it dribbled out of him. When the flow of cum finally stopped, Angie looked up at him.

Her pretty face had cum all over it. Thick, white liquid was scattered across her freckled face as her hand squeezed a little more out the top. Smiling, not taking her eyes off of him, her tongue snaked out and gathered his semen off the end of his dick and scooped it into her mouth. Finally, she released him, licking the jizz from around her mouth as she grabbed for the tissues on the end table. She wiped her face off, smiling. Her pussy was tingling now, more than ever, and she desperately needed satisfaction in some way.

“Did you like that?” she asked in that sexy voice of hers.

“Yes.” he said, smiling.

“Now you do me.” she ordered. She lay back on the other end of the Alanya Yaşlı Escort couch and her hands began to push her pants down off her ass. Her skimpy black panties became exposed, a sharp contrast to her creamy white skin. She pushed her pants down her legs and off, pulling off her socks as well. Her toenails were painted red, he noticed, as she dropped her clothes on the floor. His dick never even had a chance to go back down!

He wanted to savour this, he decided. He wanted to eat her out over her panties, for awhile, and prolong the opportunity to see her wonderful treasure (this was a much easier decision to make now that he’s had an orgasm!). Angie’s heart was pounding a mile a minute as she watched the big man bow down between her open legs.

She gasped when she felt his lips brush her inner thigh. He loved how the soft skin of her thigh felt on his lips, and he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal as he kissed ever closer to her needy treasure. He gently kissed the top of her leg, immediately beside her panties. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Danny kissed her pussy over her panties, he could feel how swollen her lips were through the thin material. He slid his hands under her gorgeous ass, sliding them into the back of her panties, holding her crotch up to his face. He sucked her cunt into his mouth through her underwear and she gasped again, tingles firing through her body. She placed a hand on the back of his head, holding it between her legs as he began to lick at her sensitive pussy over her panties.

Angie began to writhe her horny crotch into his face as he teased her, never touching her bare skin. Her entire body was electric, and she desperately needed him to touch her without interference from her panties.

The material was sopping wet with her juices, and he could clearly taste her as he continued to stimulate her with his mouth. Heart pounding, desperately needing more, she moved her hand between her legs and her fingers touched the side of her panties. Slowly she pushed them aside, gradually revealing to him her most private area.

Beautiful, swollen, pink pussy lips emerged, framed by curls of red pubic hair (something he had never seen before). If Danny hadn’t recovered from that magnificent blowjob before, he sure as hell did now! His penis was at full attention once more, waving in the air (his jeans and underwear were still down to his knees). He gently kissed her sensitive lips, and she caught her breath. He kissed them once more, before slowly running his tongue from the very bottom of her slit, slowly up to the top, nudging her clit on the way by.

“Ohhhhh..” she sighed, softly. He could taste her delicious juices as he gathered them up with his tongue. Danny needed more room to work with. Grabbing the sides of her panties, he tugged them. Angie raised her ass off the couch, allowing her boyfriend’s friend to slide the dainty things down her smooth legs. He threw them on the floor, staring at the woman before him as she opened her legs.

“Ohhhhhh yesssss…” she moaned as he buried his face between her thighs, his tongue sliding into her hungry pussy. He pushed his tongue as far inside her as he could, wiggling it, teasing her. She was subconsciously writhing her crotch into his face as he tongued her. Grabbing her ass with his hands, he spread her lips with his thumbs, exposing the pink of her vagina. He licked all over everything he exposing, still purposefully avoiding her clitoris. He sucked her lips into his mouth, running his tongue over the sensitive skin as he held it between his lips. She moaned again, eyes closed, allowing the orgasm to approach. Suddenly, to her dismay, he stopped. He pulled back, looking at her.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said, “I want to eat you out from behind. You have a beautiful ass.” he smiled at her. She smiled back, scrambling onto her hands and knees right there on the couch. Her ass was bent over right in front of him, creamy white skin begging to be kissed. His cock twitched at the sight. Danny kissed Angie’s ass, kissing all over each cheek, hands squeezing and spreading her cheeks as he kissed them. The pink of her pussy lips glistened in the light of the livingroom, and he kissed them finally, causing her to gasp with pleasure. He slid his tongue into her tunnel, his face buried in the crack of her ass, and she sighed.

She felt weak, and was barely able to hold herself up on her hands and knees. He was able to suck her clitoris into his mouth, and Angie was set off.

“Ohhhhh…” she moaned as she felt her sensitive nub finally be manipulated. Her heart was pounding and she surged towards an orgasm. His tongue tickled over her clit lightly as fast as he could move it, still holding it between his lips. She began rocking her ass back into Danny’s face, gasping for breath.

“OH MY GOD!” she whined, cumming. Her vagina was convulsing around his tongue as he began to lap at her Alanya Yeni Escort juices. He was holding the sides of her ass tightly, tasting her yummy juice as she came violently. He continued licking her even as she recovered somewhat. Her heart was pounding and she was hyperventilating. Finally, he released her from the sexual hold he had on her. His cock was at full attention, his jeans and underwear were down to his knees at this point, as he knelt on the couch behind her.

He couldn’t take it anymore! Her gorgeous white ass was sticking up at him, her feet were far apart on the couch. Angie’s pussy was tingling like mad, her breath came in gasps – she so wanted this! Danny ran the head of his cock down the crack of her ass, ever so slowly. His dick twitched when it felt the moist warmth of her slit, and he slowly ran the mushroom crown up and down. She shuddered.

“We can’t do this Danny.” She said, quivering before him. He continued running his penis up and down her needy lips.

“Ohhhh God that feels good…..” she moaned, “but we have to stop.” She said firmly. Yet she didn’t move out of his way as he continued caressing her swollen pink pussy lips with his member. Her slit felt so hot on his dick!

“Ohhhhhh…” she sighed, “Please stop. I’ll suck your dick again. Please!” He wanted so desperately to put it in her, and to be honest she wanted that, too.

Danny relented. He lay back on the other end of the couch, to her disappointment. Angie spun around and crawled up the couch towards him, ready to make good on her word. She was smiling at him as she raised his cock into the air and immediately sunk his entire rod into her expert mouth.

He moaned, staring at her sexy white ass sticking up in the air beneath her black blouse. His hands slid into her fiery red hair as she began to bob up and down on his organ. She was slurping loudly already, really putting effort into this blowjob. Angie was uncontrollably horny, and giving head wasn’t helping that. She was naked from the waist down, and her horny pussy exposed to the air was making it difficult to concentrate. Without missing her stride, she slid her hand down her body and her nimble fingers began to play with her clitoris.

“Mmmmph..” she moaned around his penis as her fingers stimulated her already over-stimulated pussy. She began to hump back against her hand, starting to lose momentum in the head she was giving. Danny was on cloud 9, and was forced to hump his hips up into the air, fucking Angie’s mouth. Finally, he could no longer continue this way, and so he took control.

He pulled her head up by her hair and he kissed her. Angie eagerly slipped her tongue into his mouth, allowing herself to be pulled up the couch until she was straddling him. At this point, he began to kiss her hard, hands sliding up and down her small body, latching onto her naked ass. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths as she began to writhe herself against his bare pole. Their lips were smacking loudly, and their breathing was labored. Finally, Angie broke the kiss.

“Ohhh God, put your dick in me!” she said erotically. With that, she reached underneath her, raising her ass off of his lap, and grabbed his hard organ. He felt his dick touch her pussy lips, and she sunk down on him. His cock slid easily inside her sopping wet warmth in one stroke.

“Ohhhhhhhhh…” she moaned as she felt herself fill up immediately. Danny’s cock was sheathed entirely inside his friend’s girlfriend, while his friend was passed out in the next room! Grabbing her sexy ass with both hands, he pressed her down on his lap, making sure every inch of his member was inside her twat, grinding her down against him.

She was kissing all over his face, and he turned to meet her kisses. Her tongue fired into his mouth as she began to raise and drop her ass on his lap quickly. In and out of her fantastic heat went his pole. He released her ass and slid his hands up her back, taking her blouse with them. Angie broke the kiss long enough to allow him to slide her blouse over her head, revealing a sexy black bra. She sighed as Danny kissed down her neck, hard pole still gliding in and out of her slick tunnel.

His hands unsnapped her bra at the back as he kissed down her chest. The bra loosened and fell between them, releasing her perky breasts. He threw the bra onto the floor as she slid up and down on his rod.

Angie moaned, sliding her hungry pussy harder onto his rampant hard on as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She could feel another orgasm approaching as all these sensations hit her at once. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Unh! Unh!……. Ohhhhhhhhh!” she came again, trying desperately to be silent as her pussy convulsed around him.

Danny was humping his hips upwards, fucking her through her orgasm. He kissed up to her neck, his hands once again latching onto her ass and helping her ride him. His lips found hers and breathlessly she kissed him back. As she calmed down, he gently sat up, holding her up above him with one arm, keeping himself in her still.

He lay her down on the other end of the couch, lying on top of her, keeping his penis inside her vagina the entire time. She was kissing at his face as she was laid helplessly down on the couch. He began to fuck her hard right there on her couch.

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Of all the times in my life when I needed to be wanted, this was one of them. I had been thinking of leaving my wife for some time now as she was not measuring up to what she had promised with her vow’s and declarations of undying love. The love and lovemaking had died shortly after the wedding, proving that wedding cake was indeed the one food guaranteed to destroy a woman’s sex drive. It was this decision that lead up to the following story.

I finally decided that I needed a change, of scenery, and companionship, so when a long time friend of mine suggested I consider relocating to the southern part of our state and work for him, I began immediately to move in that direction. The first step was to find suitable housing. I had been talking with friends about the move, and they told me that their daughter was in real estate in that area, and would be happy to show me some property. I had met their daughter once and it was with fond anticipation that I thought of the chance to be in this lovely creature’s presence. She had been a model and owned an agency for a time prior to her current, very successful, career in real estate. She had a captivating smile, and hazel eyes. Her figure was the curvy voluptuous kind that I was particularly fond of, topped off with spectacular breasts. As you can see, I was looking forward to seeing her again. I might add that she and I are close in age, with me being just under a year older than her. My friends, her parents, are quite a bit older than I.

The drive placed me there at around 11:00 in the morning, and when I had arrived at her office, Kristen greeted me warmly with a hand shake that seemed to linger a bit longer than necessary. Or was it my imagination, fueled by desire? At any rate, she showed me sheets, and photo’s of several listings that she was prepared to show me.

We decided to take her car and left the office, with me trailing a bit behind her on the walk in order to admire her figure from behind. Attired in form fitting Levis, high heeled boots, and an equally form fitting gold colored top that glittered with tiny sparkles at every movement. She had my attention, more than any woman had in any of my memories, recent or otherwise. At that point, I had decided that she was indeed the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life.

Off we went, in search of the perfect house for me to begin my new life in, house after house, we entered, she showed me from room to room, I watched her lips as she spoke and determined that they were indeed very sensual indeed. She was an absolute lady, the consummate vision of all business. It did little to dissuade my desires for her to be so involved in the task at hand, however, the placement of a couple of mirrors in one house did allow me to take note of her checking me out when she thought she was safely behind me. Since I had seen that, I did my best to maneuver myself into close proximity with her in several rooms of the next houses. I afforded myself every opportunity to touch her back as we walked out to the car and I opened her door for her. There was so much I longed to do, and yet she had not openly shown any desire for me until the last house we were to see. “This is my favorite house of all the houses for sale in the area.” She said as she opened the door to a spacious furnished living room, with a large over stuffed couch. “This house is just the way I would want one if I were Alanya Suriyeli Escort having one built!” She said becoming a bit less reserved as she lead me through the home. The master suite had a large wrought-iron bed sitting diagonally in a corner of the room, and off the master suite the master bath with the large Jacuzzi tub. “Built just right for fun and relaxation, wouldn’t you say?” I asked, trying to see what she thought was so perfect about the house. “It does have limitless possibilities, doesn’t it.” She replied, looking up into my eyes with a bit of a mischievous grin. “Several do come to mind at the moment.” I said smiling back at her. She seemed to realize where she was and her business face came back on as she squeezed past me out into the Master Suite, the scent wafting from her as she passed was hypnotic. I watched as she exited the room and headed back into the living room, the gently swinging walk and the confidence of not looking back to see if I was following. Dutifully I followed her into the living room and then sat down on the couch. She turned to face me and said, “Well, what are your thoughts?” “I do believe you are the most captivating woman I have ever met.” Was my answer. Her face seemed to flush as she tried to maintain her composure and formulate a reply. She crossed to the couch and sat down closer to me than was necessary and softly she spoke. “Thank you, but I was referring to the houses.” Smiling I said, “You didn’t specify, so I suppose I should suggest not asking a question if you don’t want the answer.” “Oh,” she replied, “I loved the answer, it was just not what I expected, I have been trying to keep my mind on Real Estate all day, and you are not making it any easier.” At last, I thought, a glimmer of hope, I reached out to touch her hand and clasped it in mine, I smiled and leaned toward her, she looked up at me and sighed a sigh of resignation as our lips met. A gentle kiss, then we parted just millimeters, then another kiss more forceful this time, parting again she looked into my eyes, “yes,” she breathed in answer to an unspoken question, I brought my left hand up to caress her neck as I kissed her again, this time her supple lips opened to allow my tongue entry.

There was no experimentation in the kiss this time, our lips were melding together as if they had always been together. Deep, soul kissing, thrilling me to the core, I could feel her breath on my neck as we moved from the kiss into a gentle hug. Holding me tight she kissed my neck and ran her hands up and down my back, I bent to kiss her neck at the gentle curve between her neck and shoulder, this time running my hand up under the top she was wearing letting my fingers trail across her bare skin, she arched her back against me and began to tremble….another kiss and I felt her relax into my arms. I explored further under her top and encountered her bra, I touched it’s strap, pulling it from her skin and I leaned back to look in her eyes, her unspoken permission lead to a quick unhooking process followed by my lifting both her top and bra up and over her head. I was right, the view was spectacular and as I bent to kiss them she again trembled and then shuddered….kissing first one and then the other, letting my lips trace circles around each one and then kneeling in front of her I took first the left nipple in my mouth and gently sucked on it, then moved to Alanya Türbanlı Escort the right. They both began to stiffen as her breathing increased, her hands tangled in my hair, leading my lips from one to the other and back again. “I have never felt like this, or done anything like this before in my life.” She whispered, “But I want to do it so much, why is this happening to me?” I just continued to kiss her breasts and stomach but I did look up and say, “I don’t know why it is happening but I am very pleased that it is.”

Standing I pulled her up to me and we embraced, she tore open my shirt and pressed her bare breasts against me, my erection hard against her abdomen and her nipples stiff against my chest. Kissing her again, I looked at her, “The owners of this house are out of the country right now.” She said, and I replied, “Good, then they won’t mind us borrowing their bed will they?” With that she scooped up her clothing from where it had fallen and headed back into the bedroom, as she was turning down the bed, I moved up behind her and putting my hands down in front of her unzipped and unbuttoned her levis pushing them down over her hips and down to the floor, then turning her around I lowered her to the bed and began anew kissing my way down her stomach to the lovely patch of hair that hid what I was most hoping to taste. Lying across the bed, with her feet dangling the sight of her took my breath away. I moved to the floor and removed her boots and Levis completely, revealing her entire body in all it’s beauty.

To say I was attracted to her would have been a gross understatement, I wanted her with a consuming desire that was greater than I could imagine, I knelt between her legs and kissing inside her knees began trailing kisses up to her womanhood, the heady scent of her desire permeated my senses as my lips closed on her mount of Venus. Her sharp intake of breath showed that I had encountered her most erogenous zone as I slipped my tongue up between her lips and began encircling her clit with it. The little nub stood up proudly as I inserted the tip of my tongue under the hood to lightly tickle it and lick it, then using my teeth to push the hood back out of the way, I closed my lips around the tip and ever so gently sent her into orbit. “Oh, yessss, mmmmm, yessss.” She alternated between little moans and cries of delight, and I brought her to another orgasm, her thighs on either side of my head squeezing as her hands tangled in my hair, I could feel her reaching for a grand mall orgasm and as she did, I slowed the action of my tongue down the building of it was intense, she pulled me against her, grinding up against my face as I continued to suck on her clit, then I stuck my tongue as far into her soaking pussy as it would go and then dragged it up across her clit again, this time flattening out my tongue over her clit and moving it back and forth as she began to gasp out the sounds of her final climax, then in order to send her over the top, I closed my lips around her clit and, as if it were a cock I began sucking it into my mouth and pushing it out, in and out, my lips closed around it. Her legs open as far as they would she rocked against my face until her climax hit, when it did I slipped a wet finger into her bottom and she surged over the top into a gut wrench orgasm……”nnnnngggggggg, I’m there, I’m there, oh, stop, I can’t take any more……ohhhhhhhh, Alanya Ucuz Escort mmmmmmmmmmm, more…..ohhhhhhh, yesssssssss!!!!!!” Then she collapsed, I could feel her release of all tension as I moved up onto the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her, I held her, gently kissing her forehead as her breathing began to return to normal.

The first sign of her stirring was her hand on my stomach, lightly running through the hair there, and then down inside my slacks where she encountered my erection, stroking it gently she began kissing my nipples and circling them with her tongue, then removing her hand from erection she unzipped and unbuttoned my slacks and opened them to reveal my blood engorged member waiting, not too patiently, for more attention. “One good turn deserves another.” She said as she moved her lips down my torso and engulfed my hard cock with her hot mouth, I was so hot, it was next to impossible to keep from filling her mouth with my hot cum instantly, but somehow I withheld, her lips traveling up and down, gently, then more firmly as her left hand caressed my balls. I am not huge by most standards, a little over 7 inches in length but almost 6 inches in circumference, her mouth was stretching as it worked me in and out I could feel my self running into the back of her throat and she would then take her mouth off of me and lick the entire length of the underside before engulfing me again. Suddenly, she stopped, stood up and with a look of pure lust bent down and stripped me the rest of the way and then climbed on top of me. Positioning my cock at her entrance, she impaled herself on it with one quick downward motion.

The woman on top has always been one of my favorite positions, but it became my all time favorite, that afternoon, with that woman. It is so sensual to watch the female body move and writhe over you as she struggles to get you ever deeper into her, but to watch the lovely creation close her eyes, and slowly grind her pelvis in circles with my cock buried deep within her was indeed a sight to behold. My hands were resting on the slight flare of her hips, my cock deep within her, she opened her eyes and looked down at me, her nostrils flared as she increased her pace, circling, around and around, then up, sliding up my length until I almost came out and then down again with a force strong enough to expel the breath from both our lungs, her pace increased again, leaning down on her hands one on either side of me, her full breasts swaying with her movement as her body used me and I began thrusting up against her, breathing fierce, hammering me, our lips met, hers crushing mine, our breathing labored and ragged, then a keening cry from her lips as she began to shudder, her pussy convulsing around me as she poured herself onto me and I could hold back no longer, flooding her insides with my hot sperm, she ground down on me and held me tight, as I emptied my insides into her, she showered my face with kisses, my lips, biting me, kissing me, shuddering through the aftermath of another climax, we held each other, coupled together, we slept, when we awoke it was dark, the afternoon had melted into evening, and she began to move on me again, my semi-erect cock still buried deep within her began to stiffen as she raised up on her elbows, she smiled and said. “What are your thoughts?” I said, “I think you are the most captivating woman I have ever met, and, I think I am going to like it here.”

This story like many of my stories has it’s basis in fact in my life, as to which parts are true, I will leave that to your imagination, the better your imagination, the better. I hope you have enjoyed it, and I do appreciate all the feedback, thanks so much for taking the time to read this.

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“It was amazing… But not even that, because it always is.

This was… Different.

Almost like there was something in the air, and the parfum was filling our heads with thought of lust and love. You… You (I want to say for once, but I know that isn’t true) felt the same way I did. We wanted the same thing, and we wanted it bad.

You were completely into it; Enjoying yourself while I enjoyed you and enjoying yourself while you enjoyed me. I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many pleasure soaked moans coming out of you just from teasing with my warm wet mouth.”

(“You teased the hell out of me.”)

“And even when we were slowly making love.. Which is what it was… (making love I mean) I wasn’t the only one who had to try to be quiet. I saw your face. It may have been dark, but I saw it. You were biting back sighs with every gentle thrust.

(“To be completely honest, if I did conceive last night, I’m glad it WAS last night. It was perfect.”)

Whatever it was to cause this… Some company testing a new toxin at your house, pent-up sexual frustration, or just the wanton love of a couple that used to be in such dire need of affection… It was incredible.

I’d like to say never again will we do it as we once did, but that isn’t true. In today’s “lingo” (and man am I dating myself when I say that), quickies in the morning, getting pounded a bit before work, sharing a shower because there’s no where else to be alone… They’ll all still happen.

You’ll still wake up in the early morning before the sun with your arm wrapped around me, your hand resting on my pelvis and your sweet breath warming my neck. And I’ll still wake up to you pressing your engorged member into the small of my back, it pleading for a little TLC.

We’ll still roll over sleepily, kiss each other awake and make love slow and steady until someone releases. And when that happens, we’ll still kiss each other, whisper I love you, and nod back to sleep. To some, it may all be for naught, but to us, every second we can spend connected in such a way is heaven on earth.

(I suppose you can say that each second we’re with each other in such a fashion is one more second taken off the years we both spent alone.)

And yes, we will still take a little time and explore each other’s bodies before you head off to work. And yes, (I promise) I will still stand at the door when you come in after a long day with my apron on, breasts bouncing slightly with every step, the friction of the coarse cotton making my nipples erect and firm. I shall never disappoint you… Fresh iced tea in Alanya Ukraynalı Escort hand, I will ease the knot out of my apron, and stand there in all my naked glory waiting for your hungry lips to ravage the most secret of spots.

And, (forever) yes, we will slowly undress ourselves, caressing every new bared inch, licking, kissing, nibbling, until the floor is littered with our heavy garments, and the steam rising from the awaiting shower clouds the room. We will still step gingerly into the hot water, still wash the other, soap on skin, skin on skin, until we are clean and dirty and clean again.

But I must digress. When the chance comes, and our soon to be kids are asleep, we will fetch the fluffiest blanket in our linen closet, and we will undress each other (once again every inch being sucked, flicked, and rubbed) you will once again set yourself gingerly upon the couch, and I will tenderly place my body in yours, facing you, legs slipped to either side, and we…

[We shall once again feel the passion the was like electricity in that room. I swear it, though I remember it vaguely, the moment your shaft first probed into God’s most heavenly valley, all the years I’ve spent pining, waiting, unloved, dissipated from our bodies through our already slick skin. While you were inside, every pulse, every throb, every time your pressed against my forbidden fruit, I felt newer, cleaner (though that may be ironic) more fresh. I felt no more hate to those who’ve shunned me, and I felt the purest bliss.

And in the second that you tense up and release deep inside me, every drop diluted all the pain. And, as we now wish, I’m almost sure one drop was rushed to where it belongs. Just as I am sure, though only one day after, that deep inside my once-virgin womb, a tiny, lovely child is starting to grow.]

We shall feel that bliss once more. I will gently rest my warm, moist alter on your pelvic region, letting you relish in the emanating heat, before I guide your hands swiftly to my bosom, allowing your fingers to entice my nipples until they peak. My head thrown back in a breathy sigh, you will instinctively lean in to kiss and nibble the creamy white skin that is now bared. I will be able to feel your penis throb against that oh-so-sensitive nub hidden between my thighs, and the combination fills me with want and desire… and need.

I will scream. Or, I will want to, and if the new circumstance allows, I will, and if not, I will lean in quick and allow your soft lips to engulf my own, my scream swallowed with the delicious juices your Alanya Üniversiteli Escort mouth has created,

Slowly, like it was all I’ve ever wanted, I will lift my body onto my knees and reach between our sweat-glazed bodies to palm your thick manhood. My thumb will graze the smooth head as quick as a long awaited breath of wind on a hot day, and as my thumb reaches the other side, I will quickly put my weight back on your lap, engulfing you into your own little piece of heaven.

Quickly then, your will hands move to my waist, each palm perfectly cupping the protruding bones there. Firmly, lovingly, dazzlingly, those hands once coveted by none will press me against you, holding your phallus deep inside and holding me against you. I will see you looking up at me and the new four inches of height the couch cushions give me will give you what you call “the most wonderful sight you’ve ever seen” My swollen and slightly bruised breast are at your eye’s level, and my nipples, which you so skillfully made firm, are feathering your cheeks each time I inhale.

Your eyes will once again be filled with over-powering lust, and my right hand will leave the wall behind us and place my awaiting breast by your mouth. Teasing your lips will only work for so long because as skilled I was, your skill will be far greater. In the blink of mine eye, My breast, nipple and all, will be sucked deep into your mouth, your tongue playing with my protruding nipple, flicking it as one would a bothersome mosquito.

And then… My eyes will go wide. Another scream will be tugging at my vocal chords, and as the first orgasm (one of many) erupts out of me, my delectable juices coating the curly hair your penis calls home, I WILL scream. Impossible describes my ability to deny it. Your eyes will say, “shhh” but your smile will say, “more.”

And more I will. I can feel myself swell and tighten around you, pulling you in wanting you deeper, thicker. Your mouth will release my now tender breast, and you will once again cover me with kisses. Kisses so swift, so wanton, that they encompassed my heavy breasts, to my shoulders, then my neck, my flushed cheeks, and finally my awaiting mouth before I even had a chance to exhale. Your fervent lips upon mine will only fuel the blazing fire we will create, and kisses will be shared until our lips are purple.

“Faster,” you’ll say, and simultaneously your firm, callused hands will drive my pelvis onto yours, and my hips will start to bob. Each movement a little quicker than the last, but each long and sinfully planned, Alanya Vip Escort the length of you sliding out til the tip teases my engorged sex, and painstakingly glided back in.

A small moan will then escape your lips and a louder one from mine, and my second, more powerful orgasm is slammed out of me in tune with the quick thrusts. I feel you come back inside me, every inch hitting all the right places, and before you are able to leave, I tighten around you, drawing you in deep, and I release yet another, louder scream and you leave, a fresh wave of ecstasy swimming over me, through me, and onto your slick waist.

This time your mouth will find my chest on it’s own. You will duck your chin and suck my lonely left breast into your mouth. You’ll suck hard, and the brisk feel of your teeth on my tit will drive me to the brink. “Hold on,” I’ll whisper, and the muffled, “Mhm” from your busy mouth will give me the get-go. Harder and harder will I feel my cunt –

(I am completely on fire at this point, and his torch has lasted too long. I’ll need to douse it, and I suppose for this, I can’t help stop from being profane.)

– driving onto his shaft. I’m on top, but I can feel his warm, cum-filled balls graze my ass with every movement. “Soon baby, please soon,” I’ll whisper as I continue harder, faster, more wanting.

I know he can’t take it when I do this. The hot-warm-cold-warm sensation of being pulled completely out and then being driven back it is euphoric. “You know I love that. It feels amazing… Oh!! Grace*!! Oh!” And he will groan a loud, guttural moan, and press my hips onto his dick with such force I’ll swear I can feel it hit my womb. And I will moan as the hot, decadent liquid fills me to the brim.

A fierce, passionate kiss will be shared, and I will sit with his cock resting inside me. Softening by the second, it still has enough solidity to be rocked against. He will be able to tell I don’t want him to leave me, and even if his cock becomes sensitive, he will allow it.

After a few moments, the kiss will be broken, and he will look up at me, gently wipe my forehead with the back of his hand, and cup the back of my neck. I will rest my head in the hollow of his neck, and slowly, so very slowly, I will lift myself off of him, and onto my own couch cushion. He will then carefully stand himself, for his legs are unsturdy from his recent release, and after a moment of fumbling for a towel to bring me, he will return and lovingly wipe my slit, tender but firm, catching all of our combined juices. And once he deems me clean, he will sit down next to me, and carefully cradle my head in both his hands. A hard kiss will be pressed on my lips, and then he’ll let my head fall into his warm lap. Instinctively, I will curl my legs onto the other half of the couch, and fondle him gently as we nestle ourselves into each other, slowly waning from the intense pleasure we just felt.

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