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This is a true story. And names will be changed for the peoples sake of ideninty.

My name is Renee’. I’m an 18 year old female. I stand 5’1 and weigh 130. I have a nice frame with a gorgeous face. I’m dark complected with long black wavy hair. I’m half indian and half black. I have nice dark brown slated eyes and a nice set of lips.

Its a Friday afternoon. I had just gotten off from work when my cellphone rang.

“Hello” I answered.

It was my best friend Jamie on the other end.

“Hey, what are you doing tonight?” she asked.

“Nothing” I replied.

“Well come by the house when you get situated.”

I replied “ok” and hit the end button to end the call.

I pulled my 2002 Black Ford Mustang in the driveway behind my moms 2007 Escalade. I went in the house without saying I’m home and went right into my room to find a sexy seductive outfit. I went and hopped in the shower letting the water run down my bare skin. I didn’t have time to masturbate because I know the clock was ticking and Jamie was impatient as hell.

I jumped out the shower dried off my naked body, lotioned up, and put on my amazing black dress that showed off my 36C breast. My back was out showing off my freshly done tat. It came down and fitted my flat stomach til it curved over my wide hips and nicely plumped ass!! Oh how I love that dress. I throwed on a pair of 6inch black stiletto heels and strutted to my car.

I arrived at Jamie’s house about 30min. Later and asked her where were we going. She said that we were going to see her friend Myc in West End. When we arrived at Myc’s house you could tell that he was expecting Jamie but didn’t expect me. See Jamie isn’t the most attractive üvey kız kardeş porno girl. With her bucked gapped teeth and out of shape body guys only talked to her because all she could think about was sex.

When we got out of the car to walk into Myc’s house all eyes were on me and I noticed it. We went in and sat down on the sofa with 3 other women and a couple of dudes. And I felt the burning sensation from the women as I walked in and the DAMN look from the guys.

Myc then walked in and sat by me and Jamie. He talked to Jamie for a while before turning to me and whispering that I was the most beautiful girl in the room.

I blushed and then remembered that I left my phone in the car. I excuse myself and went to the car to retrieve my phone. When I grab my phone out of the car I realized that I had a missed call and proceeded to return that call. While talking on the phone with that mystery person I turn towards my car and look at my reflection in the window to fix my hair.

All of a sudden I feel someone come up behind me and grab my right breast. I turn my head a little to soon find out that it was Myc. What was he doing? He’s suppose to be with Jamie! But I couldn’t stop him. He stood maybe 5’7 and I stood 5’1. He had a muscular build with deep wavy hair and the prettiest set of bedroom eyes that went great with his chocolate skin.

I then asked him what was he doing and he only replied by saying, “You” I turned my head back around to only feel him move his free hand up under my dress to my now moist pussy. I then tell him we cant do this its wrong.

“I don’t see anything wrong with this.” He replied while moving my laced panties xnxx porno to the side.

I pushed back against him letting him know that he shouldn’t stop because it feels great but he should because what about Jamie.

I then asked him what about Jamie.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her.”

He then slid two fingers inside my waiting pussy then back out. He took the two fingers into his mouth and sucked them dry. I turn my body around til my body is pressed up against his and I feel the buldge in his pants. He kissed me deeply and passionate. He buried his tongue in my mouth and I tasted my own juices. Sweet.

He then paused and told me to follow him to the backyard where his car was parked. I followed and when we reached the backyard he didn’t waste anytime picking me up and sitting me on the hood of his car. He then spread my legs and pulled my lace panties off til they dropped to ground. He then pulled me to the edge of the hood and kissed my inner thighs. He then kissed my clit and I let out a loud moan.

“You like that?” he asked

Yes!! I moaned.

He then licked my slit and all I could feel then was his warm tongue buried deep I’m pussy.

Oh daddy!! Yes!! Oh my god!!

He then inserted 2 fingers deep in my pussy while licking my clit.

Oh I’m cummin daddy!!

He then removed his fingers and buried his face deep in my pussy. I reached my peaked and squirted my pussy juices all over his face.

He got from between my legs leaned forward and kissed me deeply. While he had his face buried in mine he undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles. Before I could even think about putting his nine inch cock in my mouth zenci porno he was rubbing it against my awaiting pussy.

“You want this dick”

“Yes daddy give it to me”

And without hesitation he rammed his thick long cock deep inside me pussy.

“Oh god you’re so fucking big daddy fuck me!!” were the only things escaping my mouth.

He fucked my pussy so good til I climaxed all over the edge of the hood and on his stomach. He then asked me to turn around and I did so. I felt my own juices flowing down my legs.

He then bent me over and played with my pussy from behind with his penis. He rammed his dick in me once more and started to fuck the shit out of me. He grabbed a handful of my long black curly hair into his hand and snatched my head back. With his free hand he grabbed my breast and started to tug on them pretty hard but it was the mixture of pain and pleasure.

You like this dick don’t you, he groaned.

Yes fuck me, oh god fuck me. Ugh yes yes daddy fuck me!! I yelled.

I felt a climax come on and so did he because he started to fuck me even harder. He then reached his peak and I felt a warm sensation in my stomach and starting to run down my inner thigh. He then got from behind me and went into his car to retrieve a towel. I cleaned myself up and searched for my panties.

“You don’t need these. I’ll keep them for keepsake”

I smiled and he then kissed me. I went back into the house where Jamie was.

“What took you so long” she asked.

“Somebody called me and I had to curse them out real quick sorry.”

Myc then came into the house and talked to Jamie. She then asked was I ready to leave I told her yea.

We got into the car and I aked her what did Myc say to her.

“He said that he was tired and that he will catch up with us tomorrow.”

And that’s just what happened. I received a phone call from Myc later on the next day with another appointment.

Look out for the rest of this little secret.

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I opened the door and let Chris in.

“Hi,” I said with a smile on my face.

“Hi,” he answered, nervously. I turned around and headed up the stairs.

“Nice ass,” Chris said, and I laughed. I was wearing a nightgown short enough to see the bottom of my ass cheeks I wasn’t expecting such aggressiveness but, damn, did it turn me on! He held my wrists with one hand and pulled my left tit to his lips with the other. Slowly, he dragged his tongue against my nipple and then swirled around it. I was staring at his tongue when he glanced up and smiled. I must’ve just stared at him like an idiot with my mouth hanging open because Chris laughed a little before turning his attention back to my nipple. He kissed it lovingly before kissing his way up to my collarbone and then nibbling his way along it. I arched my back and gasped. He was making me crazy.

“I-I thought I was supposed to be teasing you,” I managed to get out. He brought his face up until we were nose to nose and arap porno said “Guess the tables have turned.” His voice had such an edge to it, it made me shiver. Then he kissed me, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I sucked it, pretending it was his cock and moaning. He groaned into my mouth and I felt his fingers on my clit. I was so wet, his finger slid across with no problem. He worked my clit, rubbing lazy circles around it, pinching it lightly, then sliding down to move across my wet slit, making my hips buck. All the while his head was bobbing as he slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth.

Chris slid his face to my neck, biting and sucking.

“Oh, fuck!” I shouted. I could feel his smile. “Please, please fuck me,” I begged. My entire body was trembling now. I was rubbing my legs against his and thrusting my pelvis up, just trying to get a feel of his cock. It was so fucking exciting that I had no control but I was on the verge of coming and I just bedava porno wanted it so bad.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, oh yes!”

“And how do you want it?”

“Just hard, I don’t care about anything else.” I was shaking my head and wriggling my hips. Chris rolled me over and said, “Get on your knees.” I happily obliged, stretching my arms over my head and pressing my tits to the bed with my ass in the air. When I felt his tongue shove into my cunt, I yelled out and pushed my hips back. He slapped my ass and pushed me back. “Ohhh,” escaped my throat. I looked over my shoulder to see him gripping his cock. I felt my pussy juice literally roll down to my knee in anticipation.

I felt Chris’s cock head press into my cunt and tried to roll my hips back. He smacked my ass again and bit out a groan. “Don’t move,” he said. I moaned and stayed still. He pushed just the head of his cock in and withdrew, cüce porno rubbing it up and down my slit. He put the tip in and withdrew it again, this time rubbing it against my clit. My hips bucked uncontrollably and I got another smack on the ass.

“I can’t help it!” I yelled. “Just fuck me, please!” As an answer, Chris pushed his cock all the way in my cunt at once and I shouted, “Fuck!”

“Is that what you wanted, baby?”

“Fuck yes, fuck, fuck!

“Come for me.” He hadn’t even finished the word and I was coming, my pussy squeezing his cock.

“Oh, yes, baby! Just like that!” Chris reached up and pulled my hair, holding me immovable and started fucking the hell out of me. All I could do was come and cry out as I felt his balls hitting my clit with every thrust. Finally I felt his thrusts getting more frenzied and moved my hips, knowing he was no longer in control. When I felt his cock suddenly swell inside me I came again, biting my pillow. He threw his head back and cried to the ceiling, “Fuck!” I could feel his hot cum spurting all over my pussy and some leaking out.

We collapsed as one, breathing heavily and sweating all over the place.

“That was one hell of a second date,” Chris growled in my ear, and I giggled.

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Dave and I (Stephanie) had decided a while back to spend New Years Eve with our neighbors, Jen and Ken. Since they had moved in next door to us a couple years ago we had hit it off quickly, and were like old friends.

Jen was an attractive, brown-haired woman, with a trim swimmer’s body that I was a bit jealous of, with my well-rounded hips that my mother described as “made for makin’ babies” (thanks Mom). Fortunately, my breasts were also larger than average — Dave says they’re my best part!

We had been drinking quite a bit, and the doobies were rolled before 10:30. We were sloshed and baked in no time. The guys headed off to Ken’s computer room to watch some porn videos he had downloaded, and Jen and I were left to our own devices.

Jen had really lost her inhibitions by this point, and the talk quickly turned to sex. She was surprisingly ribald when she cut loose! After a few minutes, our conversation turned to birth control, and I mentioned that Dave had gotten a vasectomy because we wanted to remain DINKs (Double Income No Kids). Jen was quite interested, as they, too, did not want kids, and were using condoms for birth control. She then mentioned that she had *never* had sex without a condom. I was surprised, but she said the pill caused her to gain weight and she didn’t like the idea of diaphragms or IUDs.

“Oh, Jen,” I told her, “it feels so good, skin on skin, the way it was meant to be. To feel his penis shoot inside you. No stupid rubber to get in the way.” She sighed, looking wistfully towards the computer room. I knew what was going through her head.

I sat closer to her. “Why don’t we jump ’em at midnight?” I suggested. “Swap partners.”

She turned to me, her eyes bloodshot from the pot and booze. “Oh, Steph, are you sure? I really want to, but I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship.” She held my hand, her eyes pleading.

I thought about her husband Ken, blonde-haired, with a nice physique. His hair had started to recede, making him look older than his 30 years, but he was a good-looking man. I had no misgivings about having sex with him. In contrast, Dave was dark-haired, with a little bit of a gut, but also attractive (I married him, didn’t I?). As long as it was a one-time thing, I had no problems with him sexing up our neighbor.

“Let’s do it,” I urged her, “But Ken will have to wear a condom.” I had stopped taking the pill earlier this month, but better safe than sorry.

“Oh, yes.” Jen paused, considering. “Dave’s vasectomy olgun porno is 100% safe, right? This is my fertile time of the month. I guess that’s why I’m so horny.”

Suddenly I flashed back to our conversation with Dave’s doctor. We still had to go back for the sperm count tests. He said that for a few weeks after the procedure Dave’s reproductive tract could still have sperm in it. It had been only a week since the vasectomy and, due to some swelling, this would be Dave’s first “post-snip” sex. There was a chance that he was still potent!

To this day I still don’t know why I did it. I paused and thought about what might happen, and felt no guilt. I just looked into her eyes and lied, “Perfectly safe, hon.”

It got closer to midnight and the guys came back into the living room, trying to disguise their hard-ons, caused by the computer porn. We refreshed everyone’s drinks and waited for Dick Clark to count us down.

“Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven…Six…” We stood up and put our arms around our spouses. We were in a line, with Jen right next to me, the guys on the outside.

“FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE…” As we had discussed, Jen and I quickly swapped places, and planted a huge kiss on our neighbor’s lips as everyone in New York screamed, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

None of us were paying any more attention to the TV, as the men’s initial shock was quickly overcome by passion. Jen was already rubbing her jean-covered crotch into David’s, and he looked over at me to make sure things were okay. I gave him a little wink as my tongue found Ken’s.

After a few minutes of rubbing and caressing, before things went too far, I broke off the embrace. “We should talk to our husbands, Jen.” I took Dave’s hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Jennifer was going to tell Ken about David’s vasectomy and I didn’t want my hubby correcting her. I explained to Dave that he could have sex with Jen, ONCE and never again, as I would with Ken.

“But what about birth control?” Dave asked me. “Remember, I’m not completely safe for a couple weeks, at least.”

“Ken will use a condom. Lucky you, you don’t need to worry about it.”

His horny mind filled in the blanks as a huge shit-eating grin split his face. He probably thought she was on the pill, the shot, or had a diaphragm. Men: so easily led by the dick.

We headed back into the living room. Jen gave me a nod. Ken’s eyes were all over my body. We headed to their bedroom.

Clothes were porno torn off and flew everywhere as we jumped onto the bed. Ken went down on me as I reclined onto the pillows, and Jen pushed Dave onto his back, climbing on top of him. She straddled his hips and was so horny already that she easily got his dick inside her, slowly sinking down until their pubic bones met. Both of them groaned from the pleasure. Dave was in heaven, not even moving as he stared at Jennifer’s beautiful features. She arched her head back, her mouth open. She paused there, just savoring the feeling.

“Oh, God, Steph, you were so right. It feels so warm inside me. I can feel so much of it.” Jen looked down at Dave, then lightly bit her lower lip as she slowly started moving up and down.

Ken, meanwhile, was giving me a good tongue-lashing. That, in combination with seeing my friend enjoying my husband so much, sent me quickly over the edge.

“Unnh…UHHHH! AUHHH!” I arched my cunt into his face as he dug in, giving my clitoris extra-special attention.

As I came down and opened my eyes again, I saw Jen arching her back again, gasping, “Oh oh oh”. She was cumming herself, holding her body perfectly still as she enjoyed the sensations. David hadn’t cum yet, and continued to adore Jen’s lithe form astride him.

Ken climbed up on top of me, and I felt his penis easily sink into my well-lubricated hole.

I looked down in shock at his bare prick going into me: “Ken, you need a condom!”

“Dave gets to fuck without a condom,” he replied, pushing in further.

I paused, choosing my words carefully, so as not to clue Jen or Dave in to the danger she was in: “She can’t get pregnant from him. I can from you!” I tried to push Ken off.

He held up a hand with a foil-wrapped condom. “Relax. I’ll put this on before I get close.”

I looked over at Jen and Dave. They had stopped, looking at us. I looked down at where they were joined together, imagining his throbbing cock, so close to cumming inside my clueless girlfriend, possibly impregnating her. I couldn’t break the mood!

“Okay, but…be careful!” I stopped trying to push him away. He thrust all the way inside me, causing us both to grunt, then slowly withdrew halfway. Then he pushed in again, but not too fast. It really did feel so much better without a rubber…

No longer distracted, Jen returned her attention to riding my husband’s possibly-still-potent cock. I could see slickness around his shaft when Porno 64 she pulled up; she was so wet! David reached up and fondled her smaller breasts and she gasped, caressing his hands, urging him to squeeze harder. She bounced on him faster, more urgently.

Ken’s mouth found my nipples, and sucked them in greedily. I gasped, arching my back, and closed my eyes. Ken’s thrusting was getting more insistent.

I felt someone take my hand. It was Jen. I turned to look at her again. She was almost glowing, so beautiful, and I held her hand as she bounced up and down, harder and harder.

Suddenly, my husband cried out as he came: “Unhh…aahhh…ARHHHH!!” He grabbed Jen’s hips and thrust his pelvis up inside my misled girlfriend. In my mind’s eye I could see his semen, chock-full of potent sperm, spurting up inside her fertile vagina.

Set off by his eruption, Jen also came hard: “UOHH! I can…feel it! UHHH! OH GOD! So hot! So wet! UH! UH! UH! UHHH!!!” She bounced in my husband’s lap like a pile-driver, urging more and more of his cum into her.

Her hand squeezed mine hard as she orgasmed, and the combination of Ken’s thrusting, sucking, and seeing the unsuspecting Jen possibly impregnating herself on my husband pushed me over the edge, hard: “OHH! OOOHHHH!! OH JEN!” I couldn’t take my eyes off the bouncing woman’s pelvis as Dave’s excessive cum leaked from her vaginal lips and down his penis. My orgasm felt like it wouldn’t stop.

I had been so distracted by the reproductive possibility next to me that I had forgotten my own danger. Ken thrust up inside me hard, crying out:

“Aw fuck! You’re sucking the cum right out of me! UHH! UAHHHH!!” he yelled.

The tickly, pulsing feeling of his semen spurting inside me kept the orgasmic high of my overheated body going, and I screamed: “NOOAAAAHHH!! NUHHHH!” My mind feebly attempted to wrest control, but my body was having none of it. I was in the middle of my fertile cycle too, but thought I would be safe with a condom. There was a chance that there were still enough protective hormones in me from the birth control pills I stopped taking earlier in the month, but only a small one. Ken was drunk and stoned, and didn’t care that he could be impregnating me. My spasming pussy sucked more and more of his dangerous seed inside me as my uncontrollable pelvis jammed back against his.

How the hell had this gone so wrong?

What was done, was done. Turnabout was fair play, I mused, once I returned to coherent though, although I was still pretty stoned, myself.

Things got a little uncomfortable, what with Ken’s carnal faux pas. Dave and I left for home shortly thereafter.

My period came a week later, thank God. Guess whose didn’t?

End of part 1

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My name is Austin. For Spring Break two of my fraternity brothers, Slick and Lumberjack, and I went to my aunt and uncle’s condo in ski country in northern Vermont. On the first day there it turned out that three college women were using the unit immediately next door. The six of us became immediate friends and that night Jamie, Kayla, and Lindsey joined us in our hot tub. Afterwards Lindsey and I returned to the hot tub for some even hotter sex.

The next morning Lumberjack and Kayla linked up as did Jamie and Slick for a day on the slopes. Lindsey and I were planning to go to Starbucks for coffee and that’s where this story begins. The original plan was for Lindsey and me to do some basic cross-country skiing because that was something that she always wanted to try. For me it was not a problem because I enjoy both downhill and cross-country and consider myself nearly expert in each.

Slick and Lumberjack had already left for the mountain when there came a knock at the door. I knew it was Lindsey, but when I opened it my jaw dropped as I viewed the most attractive ski bunny imaginable. From the powder blue leggings paired with fur-trimmed Sorel boots to the silvery gray parka, Lindsey was just as sexy dressed as she was naked.

“Somebody is ready for coffee?” I noted.

“I am. It’s a gorgeous day. The sun is out, the air is crisp, and we had an awesome snowfall last night. The additional six inches are just what we needed,” she said.

“Let me just get a pair of boots and my parka,” I said. “There’s a Starbucks downtown. It’s only about a 10 minute walk.” In the meantime I couldn’t get the comment about the six inches out of my head. Hopefully, last night was not going to be the only time that Lindsey enjoyed mine.

The previous evening we had been so focused on our very enjoyable carnal activity that we hardly spent time getting to know one another. As it turns out she was studying landscape architecture and planned to join her father’s architecture practice upon graduation. Once at Starbucks we each ordered: she a double caramel skim milk latte with a currant scone, while I had a double Americano and a blueberry muffin.

“You’re so sweet volunteering to take me cross-country skiing especially when the others are off doing downhill today. I did see that the ski shop has cross-country rentals.”

“I won’t need the rentals because I brought both downhill and cross-country. When we get done here we’ll swing by and see what they have.”

We slowly walked back to the ski shop and once there found a nice pair of waxless Fischer skis that were bakire porno just the right length for Lindsey as a beginner. Since this is a story on Literotica there is really no reason to delve into my cross-country ski instruction methods and our morning adventure. Instead, we’ll pick up the action after we returned and had changed back to apres-ski books and the walk back to the condo.

“That was great. Thanks for being a patient teacher. I now feel really confident with trekking,” Lindsey said just as we reached the condos.

“Why don’t we see if my aunt and uncle have any good booze that we could sip so we could warm up a bit,” I said ogling Lindsey’s extraordinary perfect butt as I followed her inside.

“Good idea, I could use something to take the chill off,” she said taking off her parka and revealing the amazingly fitting hot pink turtleneck sweater that showed every one of her incredible curves, but especially those luscious boobs. Ah, yes, those boobs that I did get to suck on last night!

I went searching in the liquor cabinet in the hopes of finding something that Lindsey might like. I decided on some Crown Royal for myself but continued searching. “How about Bailey’s?” I asked.

“I love Bailey’s. Great!” So I found some glasses, added ice, and poured the drinks.

“To skiing,” I toasted.

“To good times,” she countered.

“I can agree with that. We sure had good times last night.”

“We did. You were amazing.”

“Me? You were beyond spectacular!” I exclaimed going over and kissing Lindsey on the back of the neck.

Lindsey turned and pressed her boobs into my chest, put her arms around my neck, and said, “You know that there could be more of where that came from.” And with that planted a wet passionate kiss on my lips the ended with a lot of tongue.

“I was hoping that you’d say that. There is no time like the present.”

“OK, but let’s first help me get these boots off,” asked Lindsey sitting down on the sofa and raising her left leg. I unlaced the boot and slipped it off her foot. Afterwards she lifted the right leg and the process was repeated.

“We’re not going to stop with just boots are we? What’s next?”

“That depends,” she said.

“That depends on what?”

“It depends on what you want to play with first.”

“I don’t have any preference. I guess we can sample everything eventually. Where do you want to start?”

“OK, I will,” she said reaching for my sweater and reaching underneath where she found one of my nipples and gave it a little tweak. “Guys have brazzers nipples that are just as sensitive as mine,”

It turns out that she was right because I swear my organ twitched when she did that.

“So what is good for the goose is good for the gander,” I said reaching under her turtleneck and winding my hand up under the cup holding her right boob.

“You know, it’s an awful lot of work getting up under all these layers so why don’t we just move to your bedroom and I’ll take these off.”

I needed no second invitation so I got up retrieved our drinks and followed Lindsey to the bedroom. She didn’t waste any time in shedding both turtleneck and brassiere. While I saw her boobs the previous night the light was pretty low. Now I got to drink in the awesome view of her boobs and the inviting cleavage between them. Lindsey laid down on the bed and I wasted no time snuggling my face between her tits. If there comes a day when I have to die, I want to suffocate between tits just like these.

Lindsey started laughing explaining the my beard was tickling her titties. Then she reached for my crotch, took down my zipper and went hunting around for the exit where she could liberate my stiff erection. After a minute or two of fumbling she found her prey, took it out, and immediately put her lips around it. She had this sucking routine down to an art form and I wasn’t sure if I would lose my mind or cum first. If the latter, being the gentleman that I am, I would need to give fair warning, however.

Soon that feeling got intense. “Lindsey, I’m going to cum. Look out.”

Lindsey took my organ out of her mouth just as I let loose and she caught part of it in the face and the other on her bare chest. What a mess!

“Thanks for the warning. I might have choked to death on all that,” she said now laughing. “There’s only one place where that much cum should be,” she continued as she now peeled off her leggings and then her thong.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What does it look like? I’m getting undressed.”

“I can see that. But why?”

“The only thing that you need to do is lie down. I’ll take care of everything else.”

I did what I was told but still somewhat puzzled. That is until Lindsey got on the bed and kneeled over my neck. Her pussy was right in front of my face and it smelled great. It smelled like an excited woman.

“Well, this is nice!” I exclaimed.

“I just figured that turnabout was fair play. If I got to savor your cum you would probably like savoring mine,” she said with a little girlish dede porno giggle.

As a matter of fact she was dead right. I began by licking her pussy its length and then teased her clit with my tongue. Lindsey let out a low moan as I did so and immediately I sensed that she was getting wetter by the second. “Oh, please don’t stop what you’re doing!” she begged.

I thrust my tongue into her vagina and was rewarded with that delicious savory flavor that only one thing on this planet can produce. I sucked in all I could and swallowed—at least as a guy I love swallowing a girl’s pussy juice. In the meantime Lindsey drifted from one orgasm to the next with the result that perhaps with a little bit of exaggeration I was just about ready to drown. But if I have to go, this should be a second way!

She got up off of my neck, scooched down and found my erect organ. After taking a moment to survey its stiffness and position it at the entrance to her vagina she slowly lowered herself impaling her now incredibly moist pussy. She let it slide all the way in—it was in so far that I swear I could feel her cervix with the tip of my penis.

“Oh, fill me. I’m ready. Fill me now. I want as much as you gave me last night in the hot tub,” she begged.

All the while she was moving her pelvis up and down trying to coax my penis to give up its hot thick seed.

It might have taken a couple of minutes of her intense action, but eventually she got what she wanted. When the first spurt happened Lindsey lowered herself as far as she could knowing that I would ejaculate into her as deep as possible. Spurt after spurt I injected yet more of my cum into her. I wasn’t even sure where it was all coming from, but it kept cumming.

Eventually all good things come to an end as the spurts had deposited all that they could. Lindsey collapsed on my chest, my organ still deeply imbedded in her vagina. After several minutes I could feel it losing its erection and a few minutes after than it slipped out of her wonderfully warm, tight hiding place. As it slipped out, gravity started doing its thing and my cum commenced dripping out onto me—no, it was not dripping, but with the copious amount of cum that I had shot, it was literally flowing out of Lindsey and onto me. It gave new meaning to the word “messy.”

“I’ve had fuckings and then I’ve had one from you. That was awesome!” she exclaimed. I wasn’t sure that my pussy could hold all of it.”

“I wasn’t sure either and by the looks of things I’m not sure it did hold it all.”

“Still, that was awesome.”

Why don’t we get dressed and go for a short ski run so we can cool down from all of this passion. Then we can come back and have a couple of drinks with the others who should be back from skiing by then?”

“That sounds like a plan,” but let me go to the bathroom to clean up.”

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Seeing that they had no other options, Jackie said, “Please come in and sit down. Allow us to explain.”

Kendall turned to Mark, who was still standing in the doorway. Her raised eyebrows questioned what he wanted to do. He did come inside, but seemed undecided about what to do. “We did come here for answers,” she reminded.

With a conciliatory nod, he walked to the sofa and sat. Kendall followed, careful not to sit too close and give anything away. She was about to learn that that cat was out of the bag.

Jackie took a seat in a chair across from them, Joseph stepped up behind her and stood. Mark couldn’t help but notice her nice legs as her short skirt rose on her thighs, but it managed to still cover the private parts. Her button-down shirt was loose and didn’t reveal much of what she had up top, but he could tell her breasts were ample. Kendall also noticed, had similar thoughts as her stepbrother, and further thought she saw some interest in his eyes. That made her give Joseph a good look. He was much the same height and size as Mark, and almost as good-looking.

“It’s true, we have been watching you,” she began by admitting. “In the weeks before classes started, we saw the two of you doing things together, going out and such and thought you were boyfriend and girlfriend. And when we learned you were stepsister and stepbrother, we became intrigued that, even with that connection, you still were a couple. You didn’t seem to care what anyone thought about your step relationship.”

“That’s because—”

Mark put a hand on Kendall’s leg to shush her. “Go on,” he said.

Ignoring her stepbrother, Kendall demanded, “Just cut to the chase and tell us what your angle is.”

With a nod, Jackie revealed, “Joseph is my stepbrother.”

Mark and Kendall shot each other looks that said neither had seen that coming. It also settled them down a bit.

“When I returned home this summer,” Jackie went on, “Joseph and I saw each other differently. We became attracted to one another. With our parents’ blessing we started dating. That’s when the problems started. My friends thought it was stupid and didn’t like Joseph—”

“And mine reacted pretty much the same,” Joseph spoke for the first time. “So, we started going to out-of-the-way places where we wouldn’t run into them.”

“It was great to be together,” Jackie added, “but to some extent, we felt like outcasts. We didn’t want the same thing to happen here in college. So, when we heard about the two of you and observed you, Joseph came up with an idea to attempt to date each of you to learn the exact nature of your relationship, and if it was what we thought and hoped it was, maybe I could pretend to date Mark and Joseph Kendall and we could double-date, but really be . . .” The stunned faces of Mark and Kendall caused her to trail off. “Okay, so, it wasn’t a great idea.”

“Actually,” Mark said, “not a bad idea, just poorly executed.”

“Why all of the subterfuge?” Kendall wanted to know. “Why didn’t you just come and talk to us?”

Jackie shrugged. “As Mark said, poorly executed.”

“So, does this mean you guys would be willing to try it?” Joseph asked.

Once again, Mark and Kendall exchanged glances. Her expression told him she was relying on him for the answer, although he thought he detected some interest.

“We would be willing to discuss it,” Mark said.

“Great. What do you want to discuss?”

“I meant, Kendall and I will discuss it with each other first and get back to you.”

“Fair enough,” Joseph agreed.

“We’re sorry if we gave you the wrong impression,” Jackie offered. “This is all new to us. And I just want you to know, we’re all above board here. We have no ulterior motive.”

“I certainly hope not,” Mark said, standing. Kendall followed suit. “We’ll be in touch.”

* * *

“Wow! I didn’t see that coming,” Kendall said as they walked back to their apartment. “Think they’re fucking?”

“That’s a hell of a first question,” Mark commented with a chuckle. “Only from you. Why would that matter?”

She shrugged. “They want to be like us.”

“You think they think we are?”

“Bet they’d like to find out.”

“I’m not sure I get that from them.”

Back inside their apartment, Mark headed straight for the kitchen to fix dinner.

Kendall on his heels observed, “You seemed interested in Jackie. I saw you sizing her up. And that short skirt and legs were for you.”

“And you don’t think I noticed you staring at Joseph’s crotch?”

With a guilty grin, she pointed out, “He’s the same height and general build as you. Just curious if everything was the same.” She stepped closer to him and turned him to her. “But seriously, Mark, are you interested in her?”

“I could ask you the same thing about Joseph.”

“You’re evading answering. That must mean you are.”

“I love you, Kendall, and I love what we have together. But you know, neither of us have much of a dating history. We don’t have much experience with sex izle other people. You ever think that maybe we might have missed out on something?”

“As a matter of fact, I have.” But she was quick to add, “And that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with you.”

“What does it mean?”

“I’m really not sure,” she answered honestly.

“Does that mean we should try these two out?” a now confused Mark asked.

“Not sure what we would really get out of that. Sounds like they really just want to use us.”

“We don’t really have any friends here at school. It could be the start of something.”

“But what if that something is you really falling for Jackie, or me for Joseph, or vice-versa?” Kendall posed.”

“Hmmm, I hadn’t really considered that as a possibility,” Mark answered honestly. “I guess I thought we were just too into each other. We would just have to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“Then what did you mean before about missing out on something?”

“Just the dating experience. Just ’cause you date someone doesn’t mean it’s got to become anything more serious.”

She nodded, not in agreement, just that she understood what he said. “Not sure the two are always that easy to separate.”

The discussion carried them through a late dinner, to bed and right to an uneasy slumber. Though they were leaning toward accepting Jackie and Joseph’s proposal, they hadn’t actually decided to do it.

* * *

His hand on her breast brought her to wakefulness. She smiled. They were sort of spooning, so she reached behind her gently cupping his head, pulling it against hers. She twisted her neck in an attempt to kiss whatever part of his face she could, and the act caused him to awaken. He lifted his head and they kissed. He let his hand travel down her side to her naked hip and then back up to her breasts. The kiss became more passionate.

Spreading her legs slightly, Kendall pumped her hips a couple times, and Mark’s hand dove down to greet her pussy. He forced a finger between her lips, rubbing up and down, but not entering her. He took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, kneading the little button until she could take no more.

Squirming away, she wrapped her hand around his now hard cock and pretended to chew on it, though inflicting no pain. A moment later, she had it in her mouth. Kendall sucked it as though she hadn’t tasted it in some time, even though it had just been last night. She loved sucking his dick. It just seemed to fit her mouth perfectly. Of course, the only other penis she had ever had in her mouth was that of her stepfather. It made her wonder what other cocks would be like and she tried to chase away an image of Joseph’s rod her mouth—even though she had never seen it.

Mark was enjoying this wake-up call also. She had become so good at oral sex, and best of all, she loved to do it. He owed her mother, his stepmother, gratitude for that. Donna had to be the best cocksucker around. Even though she and Kendall had been the only two mouths his dick had been in, he couldn’t imagine anyone being any better at it than his stepmom. Sometimes, it was nice in the morning when he wasn’t fully awake to just lie back and let her have at it, particularly when she sucked him from flaccid to full hard on. Her lips sliding up and down his shaft was an amazing feeling. And sometimes, she was so into it, it felt as though she was going to devour it.

But that could also work against him in the sense that Kendall got herself so aroused from it that she had to have her pussy satisfied. That was obviously the case this morning as she arose to her knees and straddled him, grabbed his cock and slowly inserted it into her hot pussy. The heat was apparent as she slid down on his rod. Of course, there was nothing wrong with having his dick buried in her vagina either, it embraced him like the proverbial velvet glove. He also liked her being on top: he was able to watch her tits bounce and see her pussy lips adjust to his shaft as she went up and down, and then when she rotated her hips and his cock rolled around the inner walls of her vagina, it was all heaven.

But his mind tempted him with the wonder of how Jackie’s pussy would feel. He tried to shake that image from his head, but he also thought about how different Kendall’s and Donna’s pussies were. To purge these thoughts, Mark quickly rolled Kendall over so that he was on top and bent down to kiss her as he fucked her. But perhaps that wasn’t a solution as he envisioned Jackie’s pouty lips.

Little did he know that Kendall was also imagining what Joseph’s kisses would be like. Wanting to relieve her mind also, she turned onto her stomach as Mark readjusted. “Fuck me hard,” she groaned through gritted teeth.

And he did. It was as though they both had to screw vigorously to stay focused on each other. Mark rolled her on her side, bent her upper leg at the hip and knee and continued to plow her.

“Oh, yeah, I like that,” she exclaimed. It was amazing how little fransız porno twists and turns of the body could produce new and different feelings. She reached down to finger her clit as he pumped away. Thoughts of Joseph and Jackie wormed their way back into her brain as she began to feel the building of an orgasm. To counteract those thoughts, she turned onto her back pulling Mark on top in the classic missionary. She wrapped her arms tightly around him and pulled his head firmly against hers, cheek to cheek. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

Sensing that Kendall might have been having thoughts similar to his about their new friends, Mark was glad to finish off this way. He slowed his pace, suddenly feeling the emotion of their closeness. The both kept their moans low as their orgasms built, and each let out whimpering sounds as they came in loving, tender harmony.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as his warm cum filled her with much more than liquid.

It wasn’t one of those massive, muscle-tensing, teeth-gritting, body trembling climaxes that their intense fucking frequently produced. It was quiet, loving and in many ways, much more satisfying.

Afterward, Kendall whispered, “Whatever we do, promise me we’ll never lose this.”

“I promise,” Mark responded, feeling the same.

“I’m willing to try it with Joseph and Jackie, but I don’t want it to come between us.”

“I totally agree.”

“I have to be honest,” Kendall said, “I had thoughts of what it would be like with Joseph.”

“As did I about Jackie.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means we’ve never really done it with anyone else except my dad and your mother.”

“Does it mean we want to?” Kendall wanted to know.

“I listened to one of those radio shrinks that people would call in to for quick answers to problems. This one guy said his girlfriend wanted to have a threesome with another guy. She didn’t tell him that the other guy was bisexual. When they had the threesome, the girlfriend had her boyfriend so aroused that she convinced him to let the bisexual fuck him in the ass. The boyfriend kind of admitted that he was somewhat turned on by it. His question to the shrink was, did that mean he was turning bisexual. The shrink said that the guy was just turned on by the highly erotic nature of the situation; that it was no indication that his sexual preference or orientation was changing. The shrink said that if there was a next time, the guy might or might not find it stimulating.”

“So, what does that mean?” a somewhat confused Kendall asked.

“Just that the fantasy of doing it with someone else is stimulating, not that actually doing it is,” Mark tried to explain, not really certain he knew what he was talking about. “But that shouldn’t even be an issue with Joseph and Jackie. It’s only supposed to be for show, anyway.”

“You’re right,” Kendall agreed. “And as you said, it might be nice to make some new friends. At least if we’re all in the same boat, we’ll understand each other.”

* * *

To be sure, Joseph followed Kendall home from class the next day. She and Mark had decided to wait a day or two before giving the other step-siblings their answer, just in case something occurred to them that they had not yet considered. Joseph attempted to make idle conversation with Kendall as they walked, and she could tell he was chomping at the bit to ask about what their decision was. There was really nothing substantive about their chat. She didn’t want to give away anything, nor ask a question without Mark’s input, but she was curious about one item.

“You and Jackie don’t live together?”

“No. She already had the one bedroom apartment last year and there were no two bedroom units available, so we had to live separately,” Joseph explained. “Fortunately, the one bedroom next door to hers became available, so I was able to get that.”

“So, that explains the stealth in moving from yours to hers,” Kendall deduced. “But at least, it’s convenient.”

“Not so much. Convenient would be having the two bedroom you guys have.”

“Yeah, but sometimes there’s such a thing as too much togetherness,” she threw out to throw him off guard.

“I guess so,” Joseph halfway agreed. “But I wouldn’t mind finding out for myself.”

“On the other hand, living separately could be a better cover for the two of you dating,” Kendall hypothesized.

“I guess you’re right, except that I wouldn’t be chased off when she was ready to go to bed.”

“There’s that,” Kendall remarked, but made a mental note to mention that to Mark. It could suggest that Joseph and Jackie were not sleeping together. And so far, there had been no evidence, verbal or otherwise, to suggest they were.

“Yeah.”

When they arrived at the complex, Kendall decided to throw Joseph a bone before saying goodbye. “We should have an answer for you tomorrow.”

“Oh, good. Look forward to it. Hope it’s favorable.”

Later, Kendall told her stepbrother about teen porno the encounter and he was amused.

* * *

The next day, predictably, Mark had his own encounter. Jackie caught up with him as she had the previous time.

“Hey, boyfriend,” Jackie greeted.

“Hello, presumptuous,” Mark said with a grin.

“Just being positive.” She linked her arm in his, her breast rubbing against his arm.

Mark glanced down to see what had touched his arm. The other night as he had stared at her nice legs, he had wondered about her breasts. Today, having obviously been foretold of Mark and Kendall’s reveal tonight, Jackie had appeared with her own reveal, a low-cut, form-fitting shirt that left very little to his imagination. If he didn’t have Kendall, he would have been impressed. Still, if he was going to have a fake relationship with her he was glad she was attractive. He decided not to say anything about her attire now.

She saw him looking and smiled that she had his attention, but said nothing either.

“What time would you like us to come by?” Mark asked.

“Any time. The sooner, the better.” She made no attempt to hide her eagerness.

“Then we’ll see you . . . soon,” he said, teasingly.

* * *

“Okay. Last chance to change our mind,” Mark said as they prepared to go visit Jackie and Joseph.

“I guess I’m game if you are,” Kendall said. A part of her was excited, but she wasn’t sure why. “Are you?”

“You know, I keep having a feeling that there’s more to this than they are letting on. But on the other hand, there’s something about them that I like.”

“Them? Both of them or one of them?”

“And you?” Mark challenged.

“Should I change? Put on something a little more—you know—”

“Revealing?” Mark completed for her. “To compete with Jackie or for—”

“You, of course.”

“Then you’re fine just as you are.”

Kendall was wearing a collarless, button-up knit shirt and tight jeans. For good measure, she unbuttoned another button to reveal more cleavage and went as she was.

Mark and Kendall exchanged smirks when they passed Joseph’s apartment and he stepped out and walked with them the few steps to his stepsister’s flat. When they entered Jackie’s apartment, Mark hoped his face did not betray the fact that he was stunned by her appearance. She wore a short skirt of reasonable length, a sleeveless, low-cut top with narrow straps, and she had re-done her make-up to highlight her pouty lips and deep blue eyes.

Without anyone seeing, Kendall elbowed him gently in the ribs. When they were directed to sit on the sofa, she sat as close as she could without being in his lap, as a girlfriend, not stepsister, would. Strangely, Jackie sat in the same chair as on their last visit with her legs again on display and Joseph hovered nearby; and neither exhibited any sign that they were attempting to also be boyfriend and girlfriend.

“So, what’s it going to be?” Jackie asked with a big smile, showing a positive face.

In light of her dazzling appearance, Mark decided to ask, “Tell us again why the charade?”

That took a little of the wind out of her sails. “We want to make new friends. We don’t really have any. And we want to be able to date each other, and what better way to accomplish that than hooking up with another stepbrother and stepsister, and pretend to date them. Also, in the little time we’ve spent with the two of you, we like you.”

“And that’s it? That’s all there is to it?”

With a frown, seemingly of confusion, Jackie asked, “What more could there be?”

“What are you trying to accomplish with your attire?” Mark wanted to know.

She shrugged. “That, hopefully, I’m someone you would want to be seen with.”

Mark nodded.

“Look, if you guys don’t want to do this,” Joseph spoke up, “just say so.”

“Actually, we do want to,” Kendall said, cutting to the chase and thinking that Mark was being a little too careful. “The thing is, neither Mark nor I dated very much in high school because we just couldn’t find people that we were comfortable with. For me, because of my looks, too many guys were just after one thing. I’m sure you can relate to that, Jackie.”

Smiling her relief, Jackie agreed, “Only too well. Even here on campus last year. That was another reason for the attraction to Joseph. I already knew him as a kind person and he treats me like I want a man to treat me.”

“Yeah, I didn’t get that until Mark came along.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s settled,” Joseph commented.

“When should we go on our first date,” Kendall asked.

Joseph and Jackie exchanged a look that gave Mark and Kendall sudden cause for concern.

“Uh,” Jackie began hesitantly. “We were thinking that maybe for the first date or two we should go separately. Not a double date.”

“That’s not what you said you wanted to do before,” Mark was quick to point out.

“We would have mentioned it the other night,” Joseph came back, “but you didn’t want to discuss anything.”

“We just thought,” Jackie went on, “that if we went on one or two dates separately out in public and people saw us, it would establish that Mark and I were dating and Joseph and Kendall were dating. Then we could start doubling.”

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A year after Melody and Jenna came to live with me, Jenna asked me if I thought she would make a good Cop. I told her I thought she could do anything she wanted to do. She said she was thinking about getting an Associate Degree in Criminal Justice from the local community college. Part of the program included the 400-hour police academy which would provide her with a Texas Peace Officer Commission. She said she would find a job to pay for the tuition, but I wouldn’t have it. I took her to the community college where I got her enrolled and I paid for her tuition. I also bought her a good used pickup truck. She paid me back in spades even though I told her she didn’t owe me anything.

Over the past year, Melody had talked about getting a job to help with groceries and utilities, but I told her I didn’t want her working in town where her ex-husband or one of his friends might see her. I told her I made enough money to pay for the household expenses and she was paying her share by cleaning the house and cooking. Both Melody and Jenna were paying me plenty with all the sex I could ever want.

One day Jenna asked if it would be O.K. for a friend to come over on a Saturday for dinner and to help her study. I told her it would be O.K. as long as it wasn’t a BOY Friend! Jenna laughed and said, “No, I can assure you she is 100% Grade A woman.”

On Saturday she introduced me to her friend Lenora, who preferred to be called Lynn. She was a couple of inches taller than Jenna, maybe 5’7″ and about 125 pounds. She had a very nice body and her breasts were a little bit larger than Jenna’s.

That afternoon, I saw them in the front yard. They were practicing some simple unarmed defense moves designed to take control of a subject and place him under arrest. They were terrible. Too slow and too tentative. I showed them how to place the hold quickly and with no hesitation. In less than an hour they could confidently place the hold on me and make me comply so they could place me in handcuffs.

We took a break to eat and drink a beer. They asked me some questions about being a cop and I told them some war stories. In a while, Jenna asked to talk to me alone. She told me she needed my help with a delicate matter. It seems Lynn was very inexperienced with sex and had only been with one boy, but she was anxious to learn. Jenna said, “John, I don’t know anyone who likes sex as much as you, and I don’t know anyone who is better at teaching a woman about the pleasures of sex. Will you teach her?” How could I say no? I told Jenna to take Lynn to her room and I would join them in a minute.

When I got to Jenna’s room, they were sitting on the bed. Both were wearing shorts and T-shirts. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and asked Lynn, “Are you sure you want me to help you learn about sex?”

She started to say something, but instead she just nodded her head. I then asked Jenna, “Have you and Lynn played around with each other?”

Jenna smiled and replied, “You know me, John. I like pussy almost as much as I like a hard dick. When she told me she had tried sex and didn’t like it, I showed her how we could please each other. I know she likes having her pussy licked, but she said she would eventually like to find a boyfriend and wants to know what she is supposed to do.”

I told her I understood and then said, “Lynn, why don’t you get undressed. Jenna, you should get undressed, too, just so we are all comfortable with each other.”

I asked Lynn if she was using birth control and she said she was. After we were all undressed, I told Lynn, “Although we are starting out nude, I want to act like we are on a date making out. If we both feel comfortable with that and want to go further, then obviously we would start removing our clothes. We’re just going to skip that step. If you feel uncomfortable with anything we are doing, just let me know and I’ll stop. I will never force you to do anything, O.K.?”

She nodded her head again so I moved up next to her and put my arm around her and pulled her in close so I could kiss her. After just a slight hesitation, she started kissing me back. After a minute of kissing, I slowly brought one hand up to cup her breast and gave it a squeeze. When I flicked my thumb over her nipple, it got rock-hard and she gasped. After playing with her breast for a couple of minutes, I lowered my head and started licking her nipples, first one and then the other. She was moaning and running her fingers through my hair while pulling my head closer. She obviously enjoyed having her tits sucked.

“Lynn, I would normally lay you back and lick your pussy, but if you want me to skip that step, just let me know.”

“Oh, please lick my pussy. Jenna said you were very good at that and I want to know how it feels. Jenna makes me feel really good with her mouth and fingers, but I want to know what it’s like to have a man do it.”

I pushed her back on the bed and kneeled between her legs. I kissed my way rokettube up the inside of her thighs, going slowly, and then, after parting her outer lips, I licked up and down her pussy. She started moaning and breathing heavier as I continued licking her pussy and fucking her with my tongue. When my tongue pressed against her clit, I felt her fluids coat my tongue and flow out onto my chin as she had an orgasm.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she screamed as her ass bucked up to push her pussy against my face. “Oh fuck. That was amazing,” she said as her body gently shook.

I guess she thought I was finished, but I was far from it. I continued licking her sweet pussy and sucking on her clit until she had two more orgasms. When she collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily, I looked up at her and asked, “Would you like me to fuck you now?”

It took her a minute to catch her breath before she could answer. “Yes, please fuck me. But please take it easy. I’ve only done this once before and it hurt.”

“Don’t worry, Lynn. I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

I penetrated her very slowly. Lynn was tighter than Jenna and I was very careful to be sure it wouldn’t be painful for her. It helped that she was very wet from the orgasms she had just had. I eased in and paused so she could get used to feeling my dick in her. Lynn helped me ease in by lifting with her butt, pushing a little, letting me know it was alright. I made my way all the way in her and paused again.

“Oh fuck! That feels so good,” she moaned. I slowly pulled back leaving only the head of my cock in her before I pushed back in. Slowly I increased the pace as Lynn continued moaning and her breathing started becoming more rapid. It didn’t take much effort to start sliding my dick in and out of her, slowly at first, and then a little faster and deeper. She began to respond to my movements and was soon moaning softly, “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

Her pussy felt so good and she was so tight, but thankfully, well lubricated. I was doing my best to make sure she was enjoying the ride, and was concentrating on bringing her to an orgasm, but I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Thankfully, after a few deep strokes, she had an earth-shattering orgasm.

As she reached her climax, I gave her a few more deep strokes and sprayed the inside of her cunt with my hot creamy cum. We embraced and kissed passionately, holding each other tight until we both collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck! That was hot!”

I looked down at the end of the bed where Jenna was sitting with her eyes wide and her fingers buried deep in her cunt. When she saw me looking at her, we both started laughing.

“Glad you enjoyed the show.” I then asked Lynn, “Did you enjoy that? Are you O.K.?”

“Fuck, yes! I never knew sex could feel so good. I was beginning to think I was a lesbian, but now I know I love to feel a hard cock in me, too. Do you think we could do that again?”

“I would love to fuck you again, but you’re gonna have to give me a few minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be, so it will take a while to get ready again.”

Jenna said, “Here, let me help.” She grabbed my cock with both hands and began licking around the head before slowly sliding her lips over it and then started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned “Oh, fuck, yeah,” as she expertly sucked my cock. I was now fully erect. Jenna pulled her mouth away as she seemed to have a realization.

“Lynn, have you ever given a blowjob?”

When she said she hadn’t, Jenna directed her to take my cock in her hand and pull it toward her mouth. “It’s so hard!” she said as she put my cock in her mouth. She started swirling her tongue around the head, treating my dick like an ice cream cone, before she started slurping and then sucking, taking me deeper in her mouth. It was hard to believe she had never sucked a dick before. She was definitely a fast learner.

“O.K., that’s enough. As much as I am enjoying that, if you keep it up, I’m gonna cum. You did say you wanted me to fuck you again, didn’t you?”

She reluctantly took my dick out of her mouth and moved back up on the bed where she spread her legs, eager to get fucked again. I fucked her slowly, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible, before she started screaming for me to fuck her faster and harder. After she had several orgasms and I blew my load in her, I fell back on the bed. In a few minutes, I felt a hand stroking my dick, and when I looked down, Jenna had a big smile on her face as she said, “My turn!”

It took several minutes and a very skillful blowjob for Jenna to get me up again, but I eventually managed to fuck her to an orgasm.

I was fucking Jenna and her mother at least twice a week, and fucking Cindi at least once a month. Now Jenna had brought another very sexy cock hungry woman into the fold. These girls were going to be the death of me!

* * * * *

My old partner Cindi had married a local lawyer. For some reason she never got pregnant asyalı porno and never had a baby. She said the guy was nice enough, treated her well, and made enough money to provide for them, but he couldn’t satisfy her in bed. She would find a way to come see me about once a month and we would fuck like rabbits.

Cindi and I had worked for a local police department. When we both retired, we didn’t have any unsolved homicides. Cindi stopped by my house one day and told me the county sheriff’s department was forming a cold case squad and she asked me if I was interested in helping out. Besides the sheriff’s department, there were ten smaller city police departments who would participate. I didn’t have anything better to do, so Cindi and I offered our services.

As I was going through the case files, I found a nine-year-old murder from one of the smaller departments. A woman had been found raped and murdered in her home. The local cops had looked at the husband, but he had an alibi. Apparently, he had been working at the time of the murder. I went over the entire case file and found it lacking in its thoroughness and professionalism. I went to the factory where the husband had worked and spoke to the guy who said he had seen him at work that night. After talking to him for about five minutes, he admitted he wasn’t sure he had seen him, he just assumed that he had. I went to the manager and asked if there was any chance they still had the time cards from back then. She told me they were probably in storage. She took me to a storage room and we found the time cards. I looked at the ones from the date of the murder, and found the husband had not clocked in that night. I put the time card in an evidence bag and gave the manager a receipt. I had introduced myself to her as Detective Law when I had first met her. She now asked me, “You’re John Law, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Didn’t I say that?”

“No, you said you were Detective Law, so I just assumed you were John Law. I’ve heard of you.”

As she said that, she was smiling, and her knees were nervously opening and closing. She was in her late 30’s, very attractive, and from what I could tell, she had a pretty good body.

“How have you heard of me?”

“Oh, just from some friends of mine. You have quite the reputation.”

Since she seemed receptive, I asked her if she would like to go to dinner. She asked me what kind of food I liked, and when I told her, she suggested she would make dinner and I should come to her house. We made arrangements, she turned out to be an excellent cook, and after having a glass of wine while sitting together on her sofa, I put my arm around her, pulled her to me, and we started making out like teenagers. Eventually, I unbuttoned her blouse and started playing with her ample breasts. She started breathing hard and she said, “Not here. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

We both quickly undressed and sat on the bed. She had a smoking hot body. I pushed her back and licked her to several orgasms before she said, “No more! I can’t take any more! Come up here and fuck me. I want to feel that beautiful cock inside me.”

She seemed to like it hard and fast, so I fucked her for about forty minutes, first on her back and then doggie style. When we were both spent, she said, “Fuck! That was great! My friends were right about you. You really know how to fuck. Any time you want to fuck me again, just call me.”

When I got back to the office, I placed the time card in the evidence box. I found a rape kit in the evidence, and the husband’s DNA swab, but I noticed it had never been tested. I contacted the original case detective and asked him why he had not submitted the rape kit and DNA for testing and he said it was a waste of time. Since the husband was married to the victim, the fact that she had his semen in her wouldn’t prove anything. No wonder this case had never been solved. The detective was an idiot.

To make a long story short, I had the DNA compared and it was a match. Since it had been nine years and no one had been arrested, I felt the suspect was pretty confident he had gotten away with the murder. I requested a search warrant and I found the murder weapon in the husband’s bedroom. I arrested him, charged him with murder, and he was convicted.

The small-town detective was pissed because I made him look like an idiot. Too bad. Over the next couple of years, Cindi and I had solved about half of the cold cases.

* * * * *

I rode my horse every day. Jenna was a big help with giving him food and water and grooming him. I went to the barn one day and I could tell he wasn’t feeling too good, and I could hear him wheeze when he breathed. I had been using Doc Gillette for my Vet for years, so I called and told him what was going on. He told me he was sending his new Vet who was a horse specialist. About an hour later a young lady wearing jeans and cowboy boots showed up. She introduced herself as Doctor Elliott. I told her, “Doc, I know you azeri porno are a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. I know you worked hard for that title and I’m impressed. But we tend to be sorta informal out here in the country, so if you don’t mind, my name’s John. What’s yours?”

She told me her name was Daisy. She took a look at my horse and listened to his chest with a stethoscope and told me he had fluid in his lungs. She explained that she needed to drain the fluid and put him on some antibiotics. While she worked, we talked. I asked her what her story was, and she said she was born and raised in the area, had gone to Texas A&M for a degree in Animal Science and then had obtained a Doctor of Veterinary Medicine. She had worked in Houston for four years where she specialized in Equine Medicine and had been certified as an Equine Surgeon. She had wanted to move back to the area and Doc Gillette had recently hired her.

She used a very large needle to drain the fluids, then she gave him a massive dose of antibiotics and gave him an I.V. She explained that she would have to change the I.V. when the first bag was empty. Daisy said, “It looks like it going to be a long night. I better call the office and let them know I will be staying here all night.”

“Daisy, why don’t you go up to the house and get something to eat. Melody usually makes a really good meal, but if you don’t see anything you want, feel free to look around the kitchen and make anything you want. You can sleep in my bed tonight and use my bathroom to take a shower if you want to. I’m staying with my horse tonight, so there’s no sense in both of us staying up all night.”

When I bought my property, one of the first things I did was to add a bathroom in the barn. That way I didn’t have to go to the house to piss, and if I was dirty, I could take a shower out there instead of dragging my dirty ass in the house.

My horse, Ranger, was lying down in his stall, so I threw a horse blanket down and laid down next to him. The I.V. still had a lot of fluid in it so it wouldn’t have to be changed for over an hour. As I laid there, I saw Daisy walk in carrying two mugs of hot coffee. I thanked her and patted the horse blanket and asked her to sit next to me. She sat down, and as we made small talk, we drank our coffee.

“Daisy, you look tired. Come a little closer and I will give you a massage.”

She looked at me like I had told her I wanted to fuck her. I did, but that’s not what I was suggesting. I just wanted her to relax and relieve some tension. Since she didn’t move, I moved up behind her. She said, “Look John, you seem like a nice guy, but I just met you a couple of hours ago. There’s no way I’m going to let you … JEEZ LOUISE THAT FEELS GOOD!”

While she was protesting, I had moved up close enough to reach her shoulders and was now giving her a shoulder and neck massage. I could feel the tension leaving her as I gave her a deep tissue massage. According to her reaction, she was enjoying it. Her shoulders were sagging and her head was down with her chin resting on her chest.

“Where did you learn to do that? My god, that feels so good.”

I continued to massage her shoulders and neck while moving down to her upper back and shoulder blades. I could feel her melting right in front of me. I could also feel her bra straps. I said, “Daisy, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I would like for you to go to the bathroom and take your bra off. You can hang it on the shower door. Put your shirt back on and come back here. I promise, no hanky-panky, I just want you to feel comfortable while I continue with the massage.”

“John, I was talking to your wife earlier and she couldn’t stop talking about what a nice guy you are, and I’m sure she’s right, but there’s no way I’m taking my bra off in front of you.”

I was laughing and she was looking confused when she asked, “What’s so funny?”

“You said you were talking to my wife. Melody is not my wife. I’m not married. She’s sorta like a live-in housekeeper and cook. But to get back to your bra. I’m not gonna see anything and I’m not gonna feel anything. I just think it will allow you to relax while I continue the massage. While I’ve never worn one myself, I understand those things can be uncomfortable.”

She thought about it for a few minutes before making a decision. She stood up, went to the bathroom, and when she came back in a few minutes, I could tell she wasn’t wearing her bra. I continued to massage her back and then moved down her upper arms and biceps. I would have liked to have her lie face down so I could straddle her back, but I knew that would freak her out.

“Listen, as much as I am enjoying this, I think I’m gonna have to put a stop to it. I’ve never had a client like you before. I mean, I’ve had to stay all night a few times and I have had to sleep in a barn to keep an eye on my patient, but I’ve never had a client tell me I could sleep in his bed, use his shower, rummage around in his kitchen to find something to eat, and I’ve certainly never had anyone suggest I take off my bra to get more comfortable.”

As I lifted my hands from her shoulders I said, “O.K., I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

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Every time she moved from the laundry room to the bedroom, she’d run her hand along the smooth leather of the armchair that sat between the two rooms. And every time, she’d shutter. Not only shutter, she’d tremble; shake like a leaf. In fact, the sensation of the leather against her skin would make her gasp and moan like she was coming in her panties. Every time. She’d pass that rich red leather chair and she’d remember. It was her go-to when he was away on business. It was her safe haven after a bad day. It was where she went when she missed him. And most importantly, it was where she went to feel close to him.

She would always go to the chair after midnight when he was gone, creeping around in the dark like a cat burglar. She’d stare at the shadows and imagine they were watching her like voyeurs. They were perverts, those shadows. But how could she blame them? Her dark olive skin was like an offering, bare to the moonlight that shone through the windows. Yet all she wanted was to feel the hard leather against her skin. The roughness always reminded her of his callused palms as they smoothed down the curve of her ass. And every time she felt this, she’d close her eyes to remember, to feel closer to him, to feel him in her. Honestly, there was nothing better.

Lord knows he’d fucked her enough times in that chair. He’d take her when she was polishing the wood floors in the hallway. Or when she was dusting the small end table that sidled up against the chair like a jealous Escort Eryaman girlfriend. Or when he’d stumble upon her draped across the chair, naked, swinging her leg from the arm as though she were waiting for a bus. The sweet, oaky smell, the deep rich red that looked like rose petals, the shape of the plush seat in contrast to the more narrow back. All of it became their throne; their marriage bed; a secret place where they were able to let go.

So as she hesitated, her hand dancing sensuously along the chair’s curvy leather back, her pussy wept in agony. She actually cursed out loud when she felt her juices coat her lips and her nipples grow into hard, painful peaks. But it was the memory of the last time she sat in the chair that ultimately overcame her.

He’d been home for a few days and was searching through their bedroom closet for the purple tie that went perfectly with the shirt he was going to wear to the presentation on Wednesday morning. She watched from the hallway as he rifled around the closet floor, ass in the air, muttering obscenities the entire time. He was so damn sexy. Not traditionally handsome but so rugged, so commanding, so manly. Before she could think, she’d begun removing her clothes and flinging them in the direction of their bedroom door. Immediately, he stopped moving and slowly backed out of the closet. He reached back and grabbed a pair of pink lace panties that hung idly on the heel of his boot.

When he peaked his Eryaman Escort head out from behind the closet door, he was met with the sight of her lying on her back across the seat of the chair with her legs resting open and her hands clasped above her head. Her breathing was erratic and even from his vantage point he could see the goose bumps forming on her flesh.

Almost in a daze, he brought the panties to his nose, dropped them and began crawling toward her on his hands and knees. His movements were controlled but his heavy breathing gave him away. When he reached her, she turned her head at the exact instant that he seized her mouth in a kiss that could only be described as hungry. So much so that she felt him nick her lower lip and lap greedily at the pearl of blood that collected there. His right hand sought out her pussy and he pushed in three fingers, then all five, feverishly sliding in and out. When he let go of her mouth, she cried out and moved her hand toward his cock. But he stopped her. And her jaw dropped open at what she witnessed from the corner of her eye. His groin was rubbing along the edge of the seat cushion. He was actually humping it like he was moving inside of her, a look of perfect and painful ecstasy on his face.

She started to pull away but he clamped his fingers down inside of her and opened his eyes. And then she realized that she’d caught him in the throes of orgasm, his face contorted into a pained expression. And Eryaman Escort Bayan she understood from his expression that it wasn’t just the chair. It was her in the chair. Her head hanging over the side. Her hair strewn wildly against the red leather. Her naked body framed in a canvas of soft angles and stiff textures. And as if she could read his mind, she began to rock her hips. She wanted to come, to give in to the perfection of this moment while his fingers were buried deep inside of her. He was panting hard, as if he was trying to catch his breath but couldn’t stop. And then she was coming. The climax built from the bottom of her toes to the tip of her clit. All it took was the circling of his thumb around her hard nub and the world came crashing down around her. She came so hard she thought she’d break the chair with her thrashing. It took a good five minutes before she stopped shaking but when she did, he slipped his fingers out of her and moved them to his mouth. It was the most erotic moment of her life and yet there was so much love there that she felt her eyes well up. Then he kissed her tenderly. The man she loved and the chair she loved. And she had them both.

The sound of the phone ringing jolting her out of her memory and she stumbled awkwardly to the bedroom.

“Yes. Hello?”

“Hey baby. You sound like you ran for the phone. Are you ok? I’m at the airport waiting for a cab. Can’t wait to see you. I miss you so much.”

She unbuttoned her blouse and began working at the zipper of her jeans.

“I’m ok, honey. Just miss you. Come home soon. I’ll be waiting in the usual place.”

There was a short pause on the other end of the line and then she thought she heard a low chuckle.

“I’m on my way, baby. I’m on my way.”

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I was seated waiting for the first class of a new college semester when a lady slightly older than me entered. I was seated on the right half way to the back. As she passed we made eye contact and there was ‘the look’! I can’t describe it but when it happens one knows!

With a fleeting thought, I instantly knew that I was going to fuck this stranger before the next class!

The professor came in and any thought of her left my mind until after class, when I heard, “Hi there my name is Alice. Would you like to get some coffee?”

I remembered those eyes and smiled, “If that is what you want, let’s go to the break area.”

She replied, “Okay, I do have an ulterior motive. My husband is away on business, I’m alone with the twins, and the light in the laundry area is out!”

I smiled, “What you are telling me means coffee is a waste of time that should be better spent doing something else.”

“Yes, you’re right I live close could you follow me?”

“I’ll stay close.”

A few blocks away we pulled up to a single family home in a nice area. We entered and she directed me into a small dim laundry room and asked, “What will it take to fix my problem?”

I reached out pretending to fumble in the dark. I bumped a tit, “Oops, sorry.”

“Sokay.”

I fell against her softness, “Need to turn something on.” Groping up her leg, “Where’s the switch?”

“Your sooo sooo close!”

“Where are your panties?” My belt came off.

“I neverrrr ware them onnn horny days!”

“You are sopping fucking wet!” My pants tangle at my feet.

“Yeeessss PUUUSH AAAWWW!!”

She leans back, I press deep, she hits the control, the unbalanced machine is on spin, I hang on for the ride of my life!

We have a simultaneous climax and help each other to the front room and flop on the sofa.

She smiled, “Thanks I needed that.”

“That’s what your eyes said in class.”

“Yes, and I realized you were the only one that KNEW! Now, do you want that coffee I offered?”

I smiled, “Not really. I want to fuck some more!”

“When?”

“Right NOW!!”

She lifted my drooping cock, “It’s not ready.”

I forced her head down, “Well you better make it ready, Cunt! – By the way, I’m Bill. Who am I fucking?”

“I’m Fran as in frantic, mmmmmffffff I taste so good.”

I attempted to turn to 69 and she jumped up, “No! I don’t do that!”

“You don’t do what?”

“I don’t let anybody eat me. Now feed me that cock.”

I reached for her willing head and eased it back to my swelling cock, “Okay Fran do your thing.”

She bent down, locked her hands behind her, and used her tongue to lift my dick into her loving mouth.

I watched as she groveled in my sweaty cum coated crotch licking, slurping, and sucking the whole area. Escort Etlik And, at no time did her eyes look away from my stoic face.

I soon felt like I had a bat with a pair of softballs stuffed between my legs! Fran read my eyes and saw what she was looking for.

She stood up, pulled me up and around, slammed me against the door, jumped on my pointer, wrapped her legs around me, pleaded, “Don’t drop me!”, and threw her cunt into pounding fuck mode!

She yowled as she came twice before I exploded deep in her uterus. I collapsed and when my ass bounced off the floor, I was driven deeper and Fran had the pleasure of an additional long cum.

As she finally crawled off me and we both laughed as she released a loud cunt fart!

I apologized, “I’m sorry for falling and almost dropping you. Are you okay?”

“Hey that’s nothing, why just last week some clod I met at the bar on the corner fell and we shattered a coffee table! But, the fuck was good and that’s what life is all about.”

“Should I skat before hubby gets home?”

“Nah, he’s on a training mission in Nam. He’s gone for months.”

“What the hell is a training mission?” I asked.

“He is a Marine special combat officer sent over there to teach jungle fighting to Green Berets and Southies. When can we fuck again?”

I groaned in excitement as her tongue swept over my bulbous head and round the shaft, licking down from the eye to my balls. She licked down at the wrinkled skin of my sack, feeling the balls in it jiggle and bounce as her tongue pushed at them. Up she went again and round, her tongue leaving a trail of wet spit. I groaned more, “Shit Fran you’re the best cocksucker in town. Oh shit…” I tensed and groaned louder as her mouth opened and she took my prick in her mouth.

“Mmmm so sweet.” Fran’s lips curled round and her jaw widened as she sucked at the huge solid member; it was a long time since she had a young continuously solid dick in her mouth. – Not an old horny drunken friend of the bartender in need of a masturbation tool, be it lips or pussy – and even longer, if ever, since she’d sucked one so huge and thick.

“Shit, oh shit, that’s good.” I moaned as her head bobbed up and down my heat seeking cock. I placed a hand lightly on the back of her head, not pressuring her, but keeping control of her speed and encouraging her to go deeper and suck more.

It wasn’t easy for her. My dick had regrown so large and wide she couldn’t fit it all in. Her mouth ached as her jaw strained open to suck at it. But she tried her best!!

“Oh shit woman, oh shit.” My thighs were tense and, as she looked up she read my eyes.

I gasped quickly in and out for air and self-control. My eyes were rolling and my face was contorted with pleasure.

Her Etlik Escort eyes flashed and signaled, “OK” She moved faster sucking harder.

I suddenly let go off her head and almost pulled her off. She looked up at me with surprise in her eyes.

“I need to fuck you AGAIN… NOW!!” I demanded.

“Oh… yes!” she gasped as I went down to my knees, gripped her waist, and with a swift turn of her body dropped her hard onto the rug.

As I swung over her she grasped my tool and aimed. I reared my ass and drove home to sink deeply into her depths and heard her sigh, “Oh my! A horny youth!!”

She continued to revive “Stiff Bill” and I continued to attempt to pound her into the rug until I was exhausted.

As I was leaving, I asked about another visit the next week. She read my pleading eyes and replied, “I’m so sorry, I want to but I must spend the week down at Camp Pendleton. I’ll see you in class.”

Sure enough, on Tuesday she walked into class with a big smile and a wink as she took her seat.

After class I walked out with her only to hear, “I need to get back to Pendleton.”

“Where are the twins?”

“Jose is at the house with them.”

“Who the fuck is Jose?”

“If it’s any of your business, he’s a young man just out of high school in my morning class.”

“A good fuck?”

She laughed, “Don’t worry Stupid! You’re still the man of this house!”, grabbing her crotch and looking in my eyes!

The spark flew and I apologized.

She laughed and said, “Let me tell you about young Jose – Yeah, I wondered how a fresh hot chili pepper might pop. And yes, I made a valiant attempt.”

“The day he came over to meet the kids I stepped up to the plate. Hey, this was my only chance to reduce his twin watching fee!”

“I opened the door took his hand and pulled him in and slammed the door.”

“I stepped into him, trapped his hand against my bare cunt, and grabbed his crotch.”

“Jose’s reaction? He burst into tears and pulled away!”

“He had had un-pure thoughts. He had sinned!”

She finished, “He went to confession. I raised his pay. He came back! I gotta go.”

For a year or so, I was on the 3-11, she would call the gate at work 2-3 times a week to leave a message, with her phone number. She would say she was my wife at a girl friends and wanted me to pick her up on the way home.

I’d stop on the way home and fuck her for an hour or two and go home. Then one time, Earl, the guy that took the message got wise, he wanted an invite from Fran or he would call my wife.

I called Fran. She said, “Bring him with you. Tell him he better be damn good.”

When we arrived at Fran’s house, the door was unlocked as usual. But, when we entered, there was Fran in the living room wearing Etlik Escort Bayan a robe instead of laying naked in her bed as I normally found her.

Frans’s eyes flashed, “I need to fuck!!” at me as she spoke a single word to Earl, “STRIP!”

Without hesitation the tall skinny kid stepped forward and got naked displaying a monstrous dangling hunk of man-meat!

Fran gasped!! I gawked! And Earl asked “You like?”, to the world.

Fran grabbed his monster cock, dropped her robe dragged him off to bed leaving me to stay or follow!

By the time I got there, his ass was pumping hard and fast and it seemed as though he was driving Fran 3-4 inches into the inner spring with every thrust. Then suddenly, Earl rolled her knees to her ears. Then, using his poll as a pivot, he swiveled a 180 her sweaty cum covered ass and dropped her legs ending up under her drilling her from behind!

Fran gasped aloud when Earl’s depth increased. And for a split second I considered offering my cock to Fran’s lips. But the way her eyes were fogged over with her teeth clamped I took the safe path and watched Earl at work!

After several minutes, Earl reached down and heaved her up and off his porker only to swiftly lower her skewered ass down to his swollen balls! Her body reacted like it had become a dishrag and her eyes pleaded for me to ‘do something’!

I quickly went to the rescue. I dove in face first and locked my lips around her clit! Fran came! Fran kept on cumming! I kept drinking! Fran’s cum never paused until Earl’s balls ran dry AND, I decided to back off and let her cool down.

She reached for me, caressed my face, and pulled me up to gently lick her juices from my face. I read her eyes and eased my cock into her snug deep harbor, laid still and slowly emptied my nuts.

Earl packed his gear and left. I spent about an hour holding and caressing. Fran lay there very contented to think and be held.

Then, she sat up, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking charge and reminding me how much I love/want to be eaten.”

“Once several years ago, when my macho husband was home, I was with a frien… no, a visitor in the spare room. He could eat cunt so well and so long that I thought I would never stop cumming or screaming!”

“Hubby heard me and came in to watch and enjoy. As soon as he entered, he went into jungle fighter mode and beat my visitor senseless, and then threw him outside! (He never did fully recover.)”

“Then he turned on me, ‘If I ever find you bringing a disgusting lowlife that preforms that type of slimy gross activity into my house again will kill him with my bare hands and feed him to the coyotes in the base wilderness! If they don’t fuck your pussy they’re too weird to live! Tell them to stay away! And, go find a man’.”

It was at some point during Fran’s telling me that, that I decided to go – find a couple of school sluts and 15 to 20 guys and throw a party at Fran’s. I looked her in the eye and smiled.

She smiled back, “I like whatever you’re thinking!”

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It was a fine, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Jack, who had been busy since early setting up his new pad, threw another collapsed carton onto the stack, screwed up some more packing paper and stuffed it into an almost full bag. He straightened, hands on hips and flexed backwards. He looked out through the kitchen window onto the rear lawn. The sky was a brilliant blue, a gentle breeze appeared to fondle the leaves of the trees. He used the side of his finger to wipe the sweat from his brow and uttered a mild expletive concerning the amount of work still to be done. In fact it really wasn’t that much; he had well and truly broken the back of it. There were perhaps three more cartons to unpack. Mind you that was mainly kitchen stuff, which always took so much longer.

He opened the fridge. “It’s a bit early but … what the hell!” he grabbed a can of beer snapped the ring pull back and took a deep draught. He placed the beer on the kitchen bench and wandered off to the linen cupboard and grabbed a beach towel. He threw it over his shoulder and wandered out into the back garden. He opened the rear door to his garage, reached inside and pulled out a banana lounge. Choosing the best sun angle, he set it up and lay the towel out upon it. The small back yard was great. Big enough to have a few people around for a BBQ, small enough that gardening would take little of his time and effort; and it was private. He looked around the small backyard checking the sight-lines. It was as he had remembered from his first inspection of the property, he could not be overlooked. There were no double storey buildings in the vicinity, the yard backed onto the ivy covered rear wall of a neighbour’s garage and the two timber side fences were at least six foot high.

He returned indoors, drained the remaining beer from the can, pitched it in the trash, grabbed another and then, on the way back out, picked up a file of materials relating to the new job he’d just taken on. He returned to the back garden, slipped out of his shorts and lay back to enjoy the sun.

Jack Ramsay was a man on the move. Twenty seven years of age, fit, active, good looking. He had once seriously considered playing football professionally. He still ran and worked out almost as hard as he had back then. Instead of football he had gone to university and studied mining engineering. He had had the good fortune to be picked up by a junior miner fresh out of university. It hadn’t taken him long to make his mark. He was rewarded for his positive, can-do attitude with the offer of this new project management role, based in Brisbane but with significant exposure to the mine site on a fly-in/fly-out basis. The file he had taken to read was all about the new mine that had recently received the go-ahead from the board.

As interested as he was in the new job, the reading was drearily bland. He lay the file beside him on the lawn and took another sip of beer. He pushed his sun glasses up his nose and lay back. This was the life. Jack new that sun bathing was frowned upon by the medical profession these days but, with his olive complexion, his skin tanned readily and, providing he built up slowly each season, he never seemed to burn.

His reverie was broken by a sound over to his right. It wasn’t loud, he barely heard it, but hear it he did, and it was incongruous. He glanced at the fence from where he thought the sound had come, and he noticed a hole. It appeared to be the sort of hole that is caused when a knot in the wood dries out and falls out of the plank. There was light behind the hole and then, suddenly it became dark. Something, or someone was behind it! Was he being spied upon? Who lived next door to him? He didn’t know, although, come to think of it he had heard singing coming from that side this morning. It had sounded like a young woman, perhaps singing in the shower. He didn’t move or give any sign that he may have been aware that he was under observation; he just continued to gaze straight ahead, watching the hole in the fence out of the corner of his eyes. With his sunglasses on, anyone watching him wouldn’t know he was watching back.

After two or three minutes there came again that same sound, a slight creaking of the fence timber, and then the light returned to the knothole. He continued to watch but no shadow returned to it. He smiled to himself. Some little while later he went back inside and continued with the unpacking.

The following day he was alert to the sounds that came to him from his neighbours. There was none from the little house to the right, but from the left he again heard singing. He found he could hear it clearest from his bathroom and wondered if the house next door had its bathroom next to his. In any case, she had a pretty voice, he thought.

Later that morning he took a small load of odds and ends out to his garage. As he closed the door he heard the unmistakeable sound of a banana lounge being opened and adjusted. He felt a small thrill of excitement as an idea entered his head. He waited, giving time for her to settle then, ever so carefully, altyazılı porno made his way to the knothole. Barely breathing he bent over and lined up his eye with the hole. He hadn’t made a sound, he was sure. He focussed his eye. There she was! The banana lounge was set at approximately forty five degrees to his line of sight. She lay upon it, naked. The leg closest to him was slightly raised, concealing her most intimate aspect. She was decidedly attractive, about 24, he fancied. Tawny hair, worn long and fashionably bedraggled, hung in lightly curling tresses to her shoulders. Her breasts were full, beautifully shaped, turned slightly outwards and peaked by pink nipples. Her skin was fair but carried enough of an even tan to suggest this was not the first time she had lain there. She was trim. ‘Trim taut and terrific!’ Jack grinned recollecting the phrase his father used to use.

The girl pushed herself up a little on the lounge so she was sitting up. She sat cross legged. Again the leg prevented even a glimpse. Clearly unaware of the eye observing her, she began to cup her breasts in her hands and massage them. Jack was very conscious of the illicit nature of his voyeurism, but that simply added to the piquancy of the moment. He was also very aware of the rapidly growing erection in his shorts. He cautioned himself to remain vigilant against making any sound that might give him away.

She slid down in the lounge and turned onto her side revealing her bottom to his eager eye. She picked up a magazine and began to read it while her left hand caressed her rump. This continued for what must have been less than a minute when she threw down the magazine and sat up again, clearly bored with the reading material. She stretched, rolling her shoulders back and accentuating the shapeliness of her breasts. Then suddenly, to Jack’s horror, she turned her face full toward him and called out:

“Well, d’you want to come over for a cup of coffee?” He stood up and reeled backwards. He was, for just an instant, guilt stricken — caught in the act, as he was, but his equilibrium was restored at the almost simultaneous realisation that it had all been a show for his benefit anyway! Nevertheless he was too slow to prevent an embarrassed cough from escaping his lips. He heard her giggle in response. “Well …” she called out, “do you? To his annoyance he found himself coughing again.

“Er yes … er thank you. That would be nice.”

“Well, okay then, you’d better come to the front door.”

“Yeah sure; see you in a minute then.”

He couldn’t believe this. She knew he was watching her and she wanted him to come over! He could feel the excitement in the pit of his stomach. His hard-on, which had subsided somewhat with the initial embarrassment of discovery, was now recovering quite nicely, thank you! He stumbled in through his back door, quickly checked himself in the bathroom mirror, ran a comb through his hair, applied a little deodorant (to be on the safe side), checked his teeth and gave them a very quick scrub with his toothbrush. Satisfied, though dressed only in shorts and tee shirt, he picked up his keys and scooted out the front door.

He knocked on hers. She opened it almost immediately. She had put on a bikini top which, if anything, accentuated the shapeliness of her breasts, and a sarong. She smiled at him.

“Come in.” He stepped through the door and she led the way to the kitchen. “Tea, coffee, something else?”

“Er coffee would be great. Er thanks.” Jack hated his diffidence. Why could he not be more suave? She put water in the kettle, put it on its stand and switched it on. She turned and, smiling brightly, stuck out her hand.

“Hi, I’m Nikki.”

“Oh, er Jack.” He tried to match her smile as he took her hand and look her in the eye. It was a little difficult because he knew he just so wanted to fuck her and, if the eyes are the windows to the soul, she couldn’t miss seeing that!

“So, just moved in?”

“Yeah, furniture arrived Saturday afternoon.”

“Are you new to the area?”

“Yeah, I’m up from Melbourne — work.”

“Oh, okay, what do you do?

“Oh project management sort of stuff.”

“Oh, okay, cool.”

She turned around and busied herself with cups and spoons, coffee and sugar, and reached into the fridge for the milk. Jack perched his rump on a stool at the kitchen bench and watched her, drinking in every detail. He loved the square set of her shoulders, the two ends of the string of her bikini fell from the knot into the natural hollow in her lower back. He liked the narrow waist and the flare of her hips. The sarong was loosely tied and had settled at the top of her bikini bottom, revealing the beginning of the cleft between her buttocks. Jack had no doubt that lust was colouring his perceptions but, nevertheless, she was definitely a bit of alright — another of his father’s sayings!

Soon they were sitting side by side on the couch, their cups on the coffee table. They sipped their coffee. Neither seemed to know quite what to say. A moment mobil porno or two of awkward silence was finally broken by Nikki.

“So, you found the knothole.”

“Ha ha, yes. But only because you showed it to me.” She looked enquiringly at him with feigned innocence. “Oh I know you were there yesterday afternoon” he continued, beginning to enjoy this little bit of game play. She glanced down with a little smile and may just have blushed, ever so faintly.

“So, did you Like what you saw?” she asked coquettishly.

“Oh yes!” he breathed.

“Want to see more?”

“Oh yes!” he breathed. Her hands went behind her, reaching for the knot of her bikini string when the doorbell rang.

“Oh no!” he breathed.

“Oh, shit!” she said. “Just hang on, okay?” She got up and went to the door.

Voices off, then, a moment later she reappeared trailed by a rather large middle aged woman. The middle aged woman stopped short when she saw Jack and glowered at him.

“Joanne, this is er, did you say Jack?” He nodded. “Jack, right, this is Joanne, my mother-in-law. Jack is a gardener. I asked him to call over and give me a quote to do some work in the garden.”

“Garden?” Scoffed Joanne. “It’s only the size of a postage stamp!”

“Yes, but I’m planning some beds to grow vegetables and I don’t want to do all that digging.”

“You should get Dale to do it.”

“Dale? Dale’s not going to do it. When he gets back he’s got one … well, he’s got two or three things on his mind, but none of them have anything to do with gardening!”

“Anyway, er Nikki,” said Jack standing up, “I think I’ve enough to be going on with for now. I think I know what you’re trying to achieve and I’ve got a couple of ideas of what we could do. I’ll go and sketch them up and put some numbers around them and give you an estimate, okay? Oh, and perhaps you’d better give me your phone number.”

“Oh, yeah.” Nikki went to the kitchen bench, found a pen and paper, scribbled the number down and gave it to Jack.

“Okay, I’ll be off. Have a nice afternoon ladies.” With that he made for the door. Nikki followed him. He opened the door, stepped out, turned around.

“Nice one, Jack, well done!” she whispered. “Call me.” He winked at her, turned and left.

Jack was frustrated. God, he was nearly there! But, mother-in-law? Dale? This was all beginning to look a little dicey. He grabbed his kit bag and towel, threw it in the car and headed off to investigate a gym he had noticed a couple of days back.

After a good workout and a swim Jack felt a good deal better. He always did. When he left the gym he decided to take a drive around and explore his new environment. It was 6.30 by the time he got home. He threw his kit in the laundry and went and showered, shaved and rolled on some deodorant. It was still warm and humid — not like Melbourne. He pulled on a pair of shorts and a light cotton shirt, grabbed a beer and sat down to think. What was he going to do about the Nikki situation? He wasn’t sure he wanted to get involved with a married woman. Still, she was damned attractive and she seemed to be pretty keen. Still undecided he was reaching for the remote control to watch the seven o’clock news when there came a knock on his door.

“Hiya.” It was Nikki.

“Hiya.”

“Sorry about earlier.”

“No sweat.”

“Have you eaten?”

“No, not yet.”

“Want to come to mine for dinner?” If Jack hesitated it was for a nanosecond.

“Yeah, thanks, that would be great. Haven’t got my kitchen sorted yet.”

“C’mon then. If you’ve got any more of those beers, bring them.” He glanced down, he hadn’t even realised he was still holding his can.

“Okay, hang on. He strode to the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed a six pack, picked up his keys and followed her to her door.

Dinner was a simple affair, Jack didn’t particularly remember what they ate, but then dinner was hardly the focus of his attention!

“Gee you did well with that gardening story I dropped in your lap earlier.”

“Was a bit out of left field!”

“Yeah sorry about that. Fuckin’ Joanne! God she’s a nosy bitch. I’m still not sure we convinced her.”

“So, married eh?”

“Yeah, but it’s cool. Dale’s sorta okay about it.”

“So, where’s he?”

“He works up north in the mines, fly-in/fly-out. He’s fourteen days on, seven days off.”

“So, when’s he back?”

“He only left Monday morning, first thing.”

“Oh.” He didn’t mention his connection with the mines.

Everything that needed to be done — dishes, benches, tidying up, music selection — was done. They sat side by side on the couch.

“D’you smoke … I mean dope?” she asked.

“Oh, have been known to.” He grinned at her. The coffee table base had drawers in it. She opened one, pulled out a bong and a small bag of weed. She deftly packed the bowl and handed it to him with a cigarette lighter. He applied the flame to the bowl, sucked all of the smoke that he could into his lungs and held it there as he passed the bong back to Nikki. sex izle She repacked the bowl and fired it up for herself. Finally exhaling she packed the bong, lighter and baggie back in the drawer.

“Now,” she said with a distinctly mischievous smile, “where were we, this morning, when we were so rudely interrupted?” Jack could feel the instant effect of the weed. His heart rate was slightly elevated, colours seemed just a little brighter, he noticed the music for the first time and his overall sense of well-being was elevated. He grinned at her.

“I seem to recall you had just asked me if I liked what I saw through the knothole. I said I did and you asked me if I wanted to see more. I said I did. I think that brings us up to date.” Nikki smiled a little lasciviously at him. This evening she was wearing a light cotton, sleeveless halter top that revealed her midriff and enough cleavage to keep Jack’s attention. She wore no bra. Her fingers went to the buttons and she, began, one by one, to undo them. Jack felt his heart rate step up another notch and the blood flow into his cock.

All of the buttons bar one were undone. She reached for her wine, took a sip, looked enquiringly at him then, with a small inward smile, she replaced the glass on the table and undid the final button. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders, tossed her hair back and her breasts sprung into view. She looked at Jack for a reaction. His face told the story, but he pretended otherwise.

“Um, you asked me if I wanted to see more. I saw your tits though the knothole this morning, so this isn’t ‘more’!” He raised his eyebrows at her. She burst out laughing.

“Jack-the-Lad has a bit of the devil in him!” She took off the halter top and stood up. She leaned over him brushing her breasts against his face. She heard his little gasp. She stood back and undid the button on the waist band of her floral patterned harem pants. She looked at him. He looked at her. She undid the zip. She looked at him. He looked at her. She let go of the waist and the pants fell to the floor. She was wearing a very brief pair of red lace panties. She looked at him. He looked at her.

“Your turn.”

“I haven’t seen more yet.”

“You bastard!” she laughed. She stood there, slightly hesitant. He nodded his head in a ‘go-on-then’ motion. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and wriggled them off her hips, down her thighs, to her ankles. She stepped out of them while still bent over. Then she stood up. Now she was naked, entirely naked. She wore the tiniest wedge of trimmed hair around the top of her pussy.

Jack could feel his head swimming. The dope they had smoked was quite strong and it seemed to lend emphasis to every little nuance of sensory perception. Nikki sat down on the couch, her back against the arm, facing him. She brought her feet up onto the couch, her ankles together. Certain of his attention she slowly dropped her knees apart revealing all to his heated gaze.

Jack swallowed, his saliva was thick with sexual desire. He could feel his penis aching to be free of his shorts. He gazed at the slightly parted pink petals. He shook his head, reached for his beer and took a long swig.

“What about you, did you like what you saw through the knothole?” he asked thickly.

“Oh, yes I did.”

“D’you want to see more?”

“Oh, yes I do!” He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. She could see for the first time, close up, the finely developed muscles of his upper torso, shoulders and arms. He looked at her. She looked at him. He stood up and released the belt of his below-the-knee shorts. He undid the button and pulled down the zip. He looked at her. She looked at him. He dropped his shorts. He heard a small gasp. He looked at her. She looked at him but now with eyes wide. He knew his erection would be unmistakable in his briefs. He glanced down. There was a pretty big bulge there. He took a deep breath and then hooked his thumbs into the sides of his briefs and stripped them off him. He looked at her. She was no longer looking at him she was looking at his cock.

He knew it was big; ever since he was about fourteen and saw his father in the shower; he was already bigger than him. He had glanced surreptitiously at the other guys in the showers after football and at the gym. His did seem rather larger than almost everyone he ever saw.

“My God its big!” she said with a hint of awe. He sat down at his end of the couch, back against the arm, his knees apart, mirroring her pose. She gazed at him. He sat upright, shoulders back, hands on his knees. His cock was upright and clearly rose above his navel.

She came up onto her knees and shuffled across towards him. Her hand extended tentatively and she touched it. She encircled it in her right hand. It felt hot, it felt hard. She ran the thumb of her left hand over his glans. It was like satin. The sensation of her thumb on him made his cock jerk. She was still in awe of its size. She put her left hand around it above her right. There was still room for another hand around the shaft. She felt quivery inside. She had never seen a penis this size before. She had heard stories. She tried to imagine it inside her. Her heart pounded. She could feel her own wetness.

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My girlfriend and I had been invited to my best friend’s birthday party. Everyone was incredibly excited about it. No one had seen him since he left for university. His parents had given him the house and left him to get on with it so our little group of friends arrived with alcohol and high spirits.

There was five of us all together including me and my best friend, Brad. I had been with my girlfriend, Amy, for nearly a year and since then she had broken into our little social circle. I still have no idea how I managed to catch her. She was a stunning redhead with pure white skin only broken by the occasional group of freckles spattered along her arms and cheeks. He face was the quintessence of cuteness, her eyes a deep piercing brown, full plump pink lips and a smile that would make you melt. On this night, she had her long, ginger hair down in curls over her shoulders perfectly framing the little hint of cleavage shown by her dress. Her boobs were milky white as well and she was a full 32DD. Her waist was slim then suddenly shot out with her hips for the perfect hour glass figure. Her dress struggled to control her voluptuous ass and the hint of leg she had on show was already driving me wild. We hadn’t slept together yet though. She said her previous relationship had been ruined by jumping into bed too quickly and she didn’t want to do the same with me. I was happy to wait for her though, and believe me, with a body that good she’d definitely been worth the wait.

The other two members of the group were both girls as well. One, Alison, was friends with Amy and joined the group because of her. She was a little shy, but friendly once you were able to get her out of her shell. She had messy brown hair just past her years but not many curves. The last friend was Sara. One of her parents was from India or somewhere similar so her skin was almost a mocha colour. She didn’t have much in the way of boobs, but huge hips and ass. She was a little bit chunkier than the two other girls and her jet black hair was always in various exotic buns and ponytails.

We arrived at Brad’s house a few minutes late, Amy had been messing around with her hair. I was shocked by how much he had changed. When I last saw him he was just above average height, taller than me by an inch or two, but quite weedy as well. He’d gone to uni to study computer science or something similar, so being greeted by a broader, muscular Brad took me a little aback. His hair was brown, bordering on fair, a little bit longer than most guys have it so it finished halfway down his ear. He had the hint of a beard giving him a rugged look I would never have associated with my old school friend. He looked much broader than the last time I had seen him and his arms appeared to have doubled in size.

“Amy!” He said with a smile as he drew my girlfriend in for a hug. I couldn’t help but notice the way her boobs pressed up against his hard chest.

“Brad?” She almost stammered back, “Oh my god, you look amazing!” Brad had let her go and pulled me in for a manly hug.

“Ha-ha, thanks. There was a free gym on campus. I’ve turned into a bit of a gym rat!” He smiled broadly at us both. Amy was just staring at him with approval etched across her face. It sent a small jolt of something that felt like jealousy through me, but had a weird kick to it.

He invited us both in. The other two girls were already there having a hushed discussion and looking over at Brad every now and then. He made us both a drink and it wasn’t long before the party was in full flow. Someone found some CDs and started blaring music at an insultingly loud volume and the drinks had started flowing. There was lots of chatter, lots of catching up and a little bit of dancing when a particularly good song came on. It wasn’t until around midnight that, exhausted, we all ended up sat around the living area trying to catch our breath back.

“What do we do now?” Sara asked, sipping her vodka drunkenly.

“Spin the bottle?” Alison responded with a laugh. There was a groan from the other two girls.

“We’re a little outnumbered Ali,” Amy said with a smile.

Alison had a little think, “Well, we should do something like that anyway. Strip poker?”

“Still outnumbered,” Sara said this time, rolling her eyes.

“We could do teams!” Alison shouted as if it was the best idea in the world. “Girls versus boys.” I couldn’t help but notice her eyes fell deliberately on Brad as she spoke.

“I don’t know how to play poker…” Amy muttered reluctantly.

“Blackjack then!” Alison said.

“I don’t know…” Amy mumbled, “Won’t it be a bit weird?”

“Come on, we’re all friends here.” Brad chimed in with a wink. “You’re up for it aren’t you?” He continued, nudging me in the ribs. I gave a sly look over at Brad. There was no question he had a better body than me. But then I glanced over at the three gaziantep bayan escort girls. Amy was by far the hottest, but the other two weren’t ugly either. I’d have happily seen any of them with their kit off.

“Well, ummm, I guess so…”

Amy ended up relenting. Brad went off to find a pack of cards while the girls whispered to each other and giggled, apart from Amy who was just looking wistful. Brad returned a few minutes later and, after a brief discussion of the rules, we started playing. Brad was pretty good. With the first few hands he basically single handily got the girls pants off. Amy was the only one wearing a dress, so she had to hike it up so we could see her knickers. She was wearing a black thong. I caught Brad having a crafty peek several times.

But then the luck shifted and Brad and I found ourselves with our tops off. I was thankful to discover than Brad didn’t have a six pack, although he was nicely toned with a flat stomach and hard looking ab muscles. Soon after we lost our pants as well and ended up sat in our boxers before, finally, we managed to get the girl’s tops and Amy’s dress off. The girls were sat in their bra and panties and we gents were sitting in our boxers. The next hand would be the money shot.

The girls were dealing. Their face up card was a jack. Brad and I were dealt a ten and a seven.

“We should hit,” Brad was pretending to whisper, loud enough for the girls to her so they could have a giggle at us. I wasn’t so sure. I’d only agreed to this because I wanted to see the girls naked. I didn’t really want to strip for them!

“But…”

“They probably have another picture,” Brad interrupted with a frustratingly knowledgeable tone. “I’m sure there should be a four somewhere soon.

“I think we should stick,” I found the confidence to say, “They might have the four.” Brad looked at me with a condescending look.

“We should hit,” he reiterated, “but it’s your turn to make the call. It’s up to you.” I gave it a bit of thought. I was not much of a gambler. I’d only ever played blackjack with my grandma for matchsticks. But I was getting intimidated by the girl’s sideways look towards Brad and his body. Even Amy had started taking little peeks. I don’t think a single one of them had looked at me.

“Stick,” I said with confidence. It would be fine. We’d win the hand and the girls would be swayed by bravery. They flipped over their card. It was a king. Maybe not.

“Told you,” Brad said, giving me a playful slap on the back that felt harder than it needed to be. He reached across and flipped over the top card in the deck as the girls laughed. The top card was a four, just as he had said, “Told you!” He shouted again, with a laugh.

“Come on then boys, get them off!” Sara squeaked with glee. Amy had started going a bit red and I felt my cheeks going a similar colour. Brad showed no nerves, deliberately getting to his feed and placing his thumbs under the elastic to his shorts. I slowly lifted myself up next to him and did the same, shaking slightly. The sight of the girls in their underwear had given me a slight semi and I was very aware that they could see it when I stood up.

“One!” The girls said in unison, Amy a little quieter than the rest, “Two! Three!” Together Brad and I pulled our boxers right down to our ankles and stood back up. There was a gasp from all three girls then nervous giggling. I realised none of them were looking at me. Even Amy was staring, slightly open mouthed at Brad’s junk. A sideways glance told me why. His dick was huge! He too was sporting a slight semi, but he was double my size. He had a little bit of girth on me as well. He must have been seven inches and not fully hard yet. Sara and Alison started whispering to each other again and giggling loudly. Amy just stared at Brad’s dick. After a few seconds she seemed to collect herself and realised I was looking at her. She made eye contact with me and smiled, embarrassed.

“You look very nice, baby.” She probably didn’t mean for it to sound as patronising as it did.

After a few minutes of me standing awkwardly and Brad strutting around confidently, we all got dressed again. Our energy had been restored and the music started playing again. The four others were all dancing while I watched, feeling completely crushed. I couldn’t get the way Amy looked at Brad out of my mind. To my knowledge, she had never looked at me like that. Longing and lust in her eyes, mouth slightly open. She’d returned to her normal self now and was ushering me to dance with her. I shook my head though and motioned that I was getting a drink.

I took my time in the kitchen trying to collect myself. It wasn’t a big deal. All girls like the look of big dicks, but they don’t really prefer them do they? There’s millions of men with penises the size of mine and they all manage to get laid, have a wife and kids. Just because Amy can appreciate the size of Brad’s junk doesn’t mean she wants him. I shook my head and cursed myself for being so silly. I returned to the living room with drink in hand and froze as I entered.

Brad and Amy were dancing together, but a little closer than I was expecting and there was no sign of Alison or Sara. Amy’s tits were pressed against his chest and, although Brad has his back to me, I was certain his hands were groping her ass. His head was by her ear and he was whispering something. Amy had her eyes closed and was biting her lip slightly at whatever was being said. After a few seconds, Amy opened her eyes and saw me. She said something I couldn’t hear and Brad’s hands rose up a little bit. She pulled away from him and grabbed my hand. She was flushed and seemed to walk a little delicately as if she was light headed.

“Brad was just telling me about uni,” she said with an innocent smile. Brad nodded behind her with a smirk.

An hour later, we decided to call it a night. Sara and Alison shared Brad’s brother’s room while Amy and I were allowed to stay in his parents’ bedroom. I was still a little shaken by the events of the evening, but I figured sleeping next to Amy would no doubt help my confidence. She’d stripped back down to her underwear for bed and it was amazing feeling her skin against me. This was the closest we had ever been. She had given me a huge kiss goodnight and a loving smile before she turned away and let me spoon her. Who was I kidding? There was no way she wanted to fuck Brad. Clearly she was telling the truth. I felt so stupid for ever doubting her.

My paranoia kicked in immediately a few hours later when I awoke from a fitful sleep. Alcohol always prevented me from getting a good rest so it wasn’t unusual for me to wake up. What was unusual, however, was that Amy was no longer next to me. Alcohol had the opposite effect on her. She should have been dead to the world until morning. Checking the time, I found I’d been asleep for a few hours. It wasn’t until I had rubbed my eyes and stretched that I realised I could hear a noise coming from the hallway. The bedroom door was open slightly, strange as we had closed it before bed, and there was a wet smacking coming from the corridor. Quietly as I could, I stepped out of bed and slowly tiptoed to the door. I cautiously peeked through the gap and almost fainted. My head started swirling and I had to grip the doorframe to stay upright.

Amy was out there. And so was Brad. And they were very, very close. Amy had her back to the door, Brad was pushed up against the wall. Her tits were pressed against him as much as possible and his hand was all over her large, white ass, still in her black thong. They were kissing with a passion I had only ever seen in films, it was as if they were trying to eat each other. One of her hands was furiously rubbing her pussy, the other was jerking Brad’s cock through his shorts.

They broke their kiss and I heard Amy whisper, “I need your dick,” just loud enough for me to hear. Brad started rubbing Amy’s pussy now and she let him, moaning softly and pushing her head into his chest.

“What about your boyfriend?” Brad asked, almost guiltily as he looked to the door. I had to duck my head back in to not be seen.

“Fuck him,” was Amy’s reply sending waves of emotion through me. Jealousy was a big one. My head swam with it. My mouth went dry and my heart was pounding relentless against my ribcage. And yet, my dick had sprang to life. I was hard as a rock, cock threatening to rip my boxers apart. I heard some more smack, not lips on lips this time and I counted to ten before taking another look.

Brad had pulled himself away from the wall now and was at a slight angle to me giving me a much better view. Had he done that on purpose? Did he see me? If he did, he did a great job not letting on. Amy was kissing down his body as she slowly dropped to her knees. She held his boxers in her hand and took a deep breath.

“I knew as soon as I saw your dick that I had to have it,” she whispered, looking up at him, “you’re so fucking huge…” He smiled at her as she lowered his boxers. His cock almost hit her in the face as it sprung out. She had that look on her face again. The look of lust. She stared at his dick with a mixed of shock and arousal on her face.

“Oh my god…” she murmured, taking his dick in her hand, “you’re soooo much bigger than my boyfriend.” Another spike of jealousy and yet, my cock hardened. “Can I suck it Brad? Please can I suck it?” I couldn’t believe I was hearing those words. My girlfriend begging to suck another man’s dick.

Brad grabbed the back of Amy’s head and pulled her towards his cock. Her lips parted as the head of his dick penetrated her mouth. “Suck my cock you little slut,” Brad whispered, eliciting a contended moan from Amy. With one hand she jerked Brad as shed sucked, the other had found itself to her pussy. She pulled her knickers aside and was rubbing herself. This was the first time I had seen her pussy. And it was while she was sucking another man.

Amy swapped between taking Brad’s dick as deep as she could in her mouth and licking all over his shaft and balls. I had never seen anyone suck cock so enthusiastically. Not a single millimetre of his cock was neglected. She licked and sucked his balls before running her tongue up his long shaft. Then she’d shove it desperately into her mouth and try and take it all, only managing just over half. Then she’d gag and splutter before pulling off so her saliva dripped between his dick and her mouth. Then she’d jerk him off happily as she moaned before starting it all over again. Brad’s hands hand pulled her bra down so her amazing, pure white tits were on show and he swapped between massaging her gorgeous breasts and pulling her head down further onto his cock.

For some reason, some weird, twisted reason, I was turned on immensely by what I was witnessing. Amy was a stunning girl. The most gorgeous creature I had ever seen. And watching her with a cock that big just seemed right. She deserved a dick that big. I found myself jerking my own dick as I watched without even realising it. I could only jerk myself a few times before I had to stop and prevent myself from cumming in my shorts.

She must have spent ten minutes sucking his cock until she could finally pull herself away. In one swift movement, she stood, pulled her panties down to her knees and bent against the wall.

“Fuck me,” she moaned desperately, “please fuck me with that huge dick.”

“More than happy to,” was Brad’s reply. “You’re just like those horny bitches at uni. Always begging for my cock.” He ran his dick up and down her pretty little pussy as he spoke.

“Shut up and fuck me,” she breathed back. His response was to shove his dick inside her.

She must have really loved sucking his cock, because he slid into her with very little resistance. She took the first few inches and moaned heavily. Slowly he started forcing the rest of his big dick inside her. As she took more and more her noises got louder until he had to cover her mouth with his hand. She couldn’t quite take him balls deep and he bottomed out inside her with a centimetre left.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ear, “I’ll make it fit.” She moaned in pleasure at his words as he slowly pulled out of her and pushed himself back in. I could already see a marking of whiteness around his cock to show how deep he had got inside her. They’d only just started and she was already creaming on his dick!

He started to pick up speed, his hips slapping against her large ass. His hand stayed across her mouth, and a good thing to. Her moans were picking up such speed that she’d probably wake the neighbours, never mind Sara and Alison just a few doors away.

Expertly, he held her waist in such a way that he could fuck her hard but minimise the noise. Amy moaned something that sounded like “I’m cumming” and he picked up speed in response. His thrusts had allowed him to work his way further inside her and he was now ball deep in her. Ball deep in my sweet, innocent girlfriend. Her back arched suddenly and one hand found its way to his hip. She made as if she was trying to make him slow down, but it didn’t work. He just continued laying into her pussy as she scratched at the wall and moaned into his hand. Her body seemed to spasm with every thrust. Eventually, she let out a second muffled scream and he slowed down, pushing himself as deep into her as he could get. He released her mouth and she leant against the wall taking deep breaths.

“Fuck…” she groaned, “you…made me…cum twice…” He smiled at her, then glanced around towards the door I was hiding behind. For half a second I thought he had seen me before I ducked away, hand still on my dick. My heart raced and I waited for him to say something about me watching. But he didn’t.

Instead he said, “I’m gonna fuck you against your door.”

“Wh-what?” She muttered, sleepily.

“I’m going to fuck you against your door while your boyfriend ‘sleeps’ inside.” Did I just imagine the emphasis he put on the word ‘sleeps’? Or had he actually seen me.

“That’s…so fucking naughty…” she panted. I noticed she didn’t say no. The door next to me closed suddenly and I heard Amy place herself against it ready for him. I pressed my ear against the door. I could hear her soft moans clearly. It was as if the door wasn’t there. Then the slapping started. Her moans got louder and lustier.

“Fuck me hard,” I heard her demand. There was a louder slap in-between the others as if he had spanked her ass.

“Bet your boyfriend couldn’t make you cum like this,” I heard Brad say. Did he say it because he knew I was listening?

“He’s…never fucked me.” Amy moaned back, “But with that little dick? No way.” The talking was replaced with moaning. He was fucking her hard against the door, just inches away from me. With every hard thrust the door shook slightly on its hinges. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” I heard Amy moan, desperately trying to keep her voice down. There was a muffled scream as Brad must have covered hear mouth again as she orgasmed into his hand.

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