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All characters are over the age of 18. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction.

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As all the clocks in our house struck 11 o’clock simultaneously, my phone buzzed a few seconds later. Shit I thought, it radiated a sound that echoed across my room. My hands swiped it almost straight away, hopefully quick enough for my parents not to hear. I threw my quilt over my head, my eyes ached for a few seconds at the sight of the bright phone screen. I read the message and shook my head. “Sorry Al, I can’t go with you guys tomorrow, I’ll meet you there on Sunday” it read.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered under my breath. Sara, my best friend of almost 13 years, has doomed me. Tomorrow is the start of our annual holiday, where we hire out a hotel down the coast, and relax for a week. It’s a total crock if you ask me, “but it’s tradition” as mum would say. I didn’t bother replying to Sara, I was meant to be asleep anyway.

The sun wasn’t even up when an incessant banging filled my room. It threatened to slam my door off its hinges. “Get up Alex, we’re leaving in five,” my mother called.

“Alright” was all I managed to get out, slurring my words until they were barely recognisable. I threw the blankets off me and slouched over to my mirror, gazing at the monster before me. My hair was short, but that didn’t stop it from sticking up.

There was barely enough time to slip into some jeans and an old t-shirt before my father called out to me. I grabbed my bags, which had been packed two weeks ago, and went outside to meet him.

He was outside, leaning against the back door of the car, his arms tightly folded. “Chuck your stuff in the back,” I obeyed, my bags were tightly squished between the drink cooler and the roof of the car.

“That can’t be safe, right?”

“What?”

“You won’t be able to see out the back window.”

“I’ll be right,” he scoffed as if I just told a bad joke. My sister, Anna then came out the front door, her heels clicking on the concrete, her long, dark hair gently swaying with each step.

My sister and I are twins, both just turned 19 years old. She sauntered over to me in just skimpy shorts, a loose fitting top and her slippers. Her hair was sloppily tied back to keep it from hanging over her bedraggled face, but a few strands still got in the way. She went straight past me and took her place in the back seat, her thumbs busily tapping away at her phone – playing a game.

“Annie, couldn’t you have gotten dressed?” Our mother asked.

“I’ll dress when we get there,” she replied hastily, not lifting her eyes from the screen.

Our mother just shook her head at that and sat in the front seat, rubbing her eyes. Dad was still puzzled on how to fit in all the bags in the back; he eventually folded and piled some bags in the middle back seat, between where Anna and I will be sitting.

Dad then gripped his back to stretch, before slumping into the driver’s seat. I took my place in the cramped back seat, with something digging into my kidneys. The car vibrated as it started and the headlights shone on the front of our house. As the car pulled out onto the road, I gazed back at the house.

Our neighbours light went on and their curtains were pushed to the side. The silhouette of the old woman stood frozen, before shutting the blinds and then the light went off. We drove off and our house shrunk into the distance.

About an hour into our three hour trip, my sister complained she needed a bathroom. Dad rolled his eyes and pulled into the next rest stop. It was simply a block of toilets with a picnic bench outside, surrounded by dense trees. Anna sprinted in as if it was an Olympic event. Dad went in as well, and mum sat at the picnic bench. I took a seat beside her, “didn’t they pee before we left?”

“Pair of wimps, both of them,” my mum giggled.

Anna came out in a few minutes and mum decided to go inside anyway, “just to be safe.” As my sister walked over to me, her long, tanned legs glistened in the morning sunlight. Her Gölbaşı Escort hair was now hanging freely, and was long enough to just sit below her shoulders. She sat so close to me, her hips were pressing against mine.

“Having no make-up on really suits you,” I winked at her, my voice getting higher in pitch.

“Oh shut up, you punk!”

“You do look nice though,” I replied, reaching around her back and resting my hand on her left shoulder.

“Thanks babe,” she said lovingly, resting her head on my shoulder and letting out a gentle sigh. I noticed her right hand slide from her leg to mine, and a wave of goosebumps appeared on me. She then lifted her head and her left hand lightly touched my chin. It angled my face to look at hers and as our eyes met, her lips slowly closed in on mine.

Her hand on my leg didn’t move, but her other hand moved from my chin up to my cheek, which was turning crimson. Her lips were smooth as they pressed against mine, they were perfectly matched with mine. I then surrendered to her and the heat left my cheeks.

Just as her lips began to separate, she pulled away and her hands were in her lap within seconds. “Alright guys, lets get outta here,” dad ordered as he marched out of the toilet block. Anna and I obeyed and took our place in the car. I buckled my seat belt and noticed her looking at me, she didn’t say anything. A smile curled across her face and redness filled her cheeks, and I looked away.

I kissed my sister, my own sister. It was more than a casual sibling kiss, we both knew it. Thankfully mum and dad were oblivious to the constant looks Anna and I were giving each other as the drive continued. “You two are quiet this morning, are you okay?” Mum asked with sincerity.

“Fine mum, aren’t we allowed to be quiet?” I replied with a shake in my voice, hoping she didn’t pick up on it.

“I guess you are, it’s just not like the two of you.”

“We can argue if you want, Alex is just being a sook this morning,” Anna remarked, staring at me.

“Fuck off,” I shouted, forgetting who was in the car.

“That’s enough of that,” dad asserted.

I turned away from Anna for the rest of the trip, so I wouldn’t know if she shot me any more looks. What was that kiss even for if she was just going to betray me after? I’ll never understand her.

We arrived at our hotel and discovered we were going to be in separate rooms. Mum and dad would take one, Anna and I in the other. Our room had three beds as mum thought Sara was coming, so she ordered a three-bed room. It was more like, one queen bed, and one single bed. I hurled my one suit case onto the single bed while my sister dragged her luggage to the other bed.

“Alex,” she called, her eyes glued to the floor.

“Yes?” I stared at her, my eyes traveling from her dark hair to her brown eyes, down to her petite tits, and her long silky legs.

“About that kiss.”

“Don’t worry, I understand.”

Her eyes then left the floor and stared into mine, she shook her head and started toward me. My eyes widened as her arms wrapped around my neck, and her lips pressed against mine. My arms proceeded to wrap around her lower back, without my brain ordering it. I fell backwards onto the bed, taking her with me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mumbled in between kisses.

“Does that matter?”

“I hope not.”

Her fingers began fumbling the buttons on my shirt, almost tearing them out to get my shirt open. As she undid the bottom and final button, her hand traced along my waist, her eyes on me the whole time. She then broke our kiss and positioned her head so my cock would be in her face if it wasn’t restrained by my jeans.

Just as she began to undo my jeans, a knock on the door echoed through the room, ringing in my ears. Anna’s eyes fixated on the door, as did mine. Just short of being frozen, her hand began redoing my pants and shirt. Once finished she jumped up and fixed her hair.

“Come on guys, we’re going down to dinner,” Gölbaşı Escort Bayan a voice outside said, recognisably dad. Footsteps then faded into the distance.

Anna froze, locked in a gaze at me. The ceiling light reflected off her emerald eyes, giving them a sparkle. She was still wearing the same shorts, the same skimpy top revealing much of her flawless body. Her eyes then left me and found the floor, and her top teeth bit against her bottom lip.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said, trying to hide the shakiness of my voice.

“I’m worrying, Alex!” She snapped.

“They wouldn’t have heard, we weren’t even making noise.”

“It’s not that! I want to kiss you again, but if we get caught, or even suspected, we will be in the shit,” her hand clutching her forehead as she spoke.

“Look, let’s get down there, and discuss this later.”

Anna nodded in my general direction, her eyes not daring to look into mine again. I paced back and forth in the bathroom for a few minutes, straightened my clothes, and removed any remnants of my sister’s lipstick and smell. Her silence nerved me, I peeked out the door to see her sitting on the very edge of the bed, biting her fingernails. Nail biting always was a bad habit of hers.

Dinner was awkward, the four of us were sat at an ordinary table. Mum and dad were next to each other, and Anna sat beside me. We exchanged small talk, Anna barely said a word, just toyed with her food with her fork. The lights were dimly lit as some mediocre band played up on the stage.

As I ate, my leg constantly twitched. A hand then pressed down on it, and began to gently rub it. I looked over, and my sister was smiling largely at me. I knew mum was looking, so I rolled my eyes and went back to my dinner. Her hand remained around my knee for a while, before gradually moving further up my leg. My eyes widened and I softly gasped when her hand firmly gripped the bulge in my pants.

I tightened my grip on my knife and fork to the point where my hands ached as my sister rubbed my cock. It ached to be released from my jeans, it pressed into the material of my underwear, threatening to rip a hole in them. Anna’s face was going red, and she softly panted. After she finished her dinner, her other hand moved under the table and between her legs. I could only stare, desperately trying to look like I was in a daze, as our parents were still just across the table.

“Mum, I think I’m going back to the room, to get ready for bed,’ Anna said, removing her hand from my penis.

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” our mother replied, seemingly oblivious to the events under the table.

I returned to our room exhausted, the door was unlocked. The room was freezing, and a gentle breeze swept through. It was dark, but not pitch black. I found my way to the bathroom to undress, Anna’s clothes that she wore to dinner were scattered across the floor. I gathered them and stuffed them into the washing basket, along with my own clothes. I left the bathroom wearing only my underwear.

It seemed darker now, and my vision blurred. I found the beds, barely. The single bed hosted my sister, who was now heavily breathing through her nose. I gently nudged her shoulder. “Sis, get in the big bed, I’ll take this one,” I offered.

“What? No, you take it,” she replied through a yawn.

“Fine, goodnight,” I said, kissing her forehead gently.

A few hours into sleep, my blankets were lifted, allowing the cool air to seep in. A body curled up behind me, my sisters. Anna put her arm over me and snuggled into me. “That you Annie? What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to be closer to you,” she replied sleepily.

Words failed to escape my mouth. I rolled over to face her, though it was too dark to see much of anything. Before I could react, her hot breath touched my face and her sweet lips pressed against mine. I didn’t fight it, I couldn’t. Instead I put my hand behind her head and nestled it in her hair. She responded by throwing her leg over Escort Gölbaşı mine and sliding in closer to me.

“We better be quiet,” she whispered.

“Probably,” I replied.

Her lips soon parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned softly with that, and pressed her hips into the growing bulge in my shorts. I felt her hand on my chest, then it tickled down past my stomach and to the top of my shorts. And after a moment of torture, her hand slipped inside, and my cock almost unloaded with her first touch.

“Someone’s a little excited.”

“You have no idea, sis.”

We threw the blankets to the end of the bed and Anna slid my shorts down to my ankles, and tossed them to the floor. My cock was now free, and shot straight up, pre-cum oozing from its tip. Anna gazed in awe and bit her bottom lip before wiping up the single stream of liquid with her finger. She then licked it off, and wrapped her hand completely around my cock. Her hand ran up and down my cock, altering its speed and direction, before the tip of her tongue met the tip of my cock.

“Mmm, tastes nice,” she said, winking at me.

I could only let out slight groans and moans as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth. I saw her hand slowly drift between her legs and rub. After a few minutes of intense pleasure, Anna lifted her head, and a long string of moisture formed a bridge between her lips and my cock. She leaned closer to me and used both hands to lift off my shirt, and toss it away. I used this opportunity to remove her shirt, discovering that she hadn’t been wearing a bra.

Her breasts were of pure beauty. They were not large, but not small either. I instinctively leaned in and took each one in my mouth. I alternated between them for a while, licking and sucking, which made her moan uncontrollably. My sister soon inched away from me and slid off her panties, which were drenched by her excitement.

“No screwing around, I want you in me,” she ordered.

“Hey, I’m not arguing”

I laid Anna down on her back, her head resting comfortably in the pillows. She spread her long legs and pulled me in close. As my cock neared her pussy, goosebumps grew on my body as her legs wrapped around my waist. I dug my hands into the mattress on either side of her for balance, and leaned down for a lengthy, passionate kiss.

I felt my sisters pussy tighten around my cock almost immediately as I entered her. My face went red as her mouth opened wide, and her eyes shut. When I was far enough inside, I slowly pulled out, and then back in. I continued at a slow pace until Anna’s legs tightened around me and forced me in further, to the point where my balls were pressed against her ass.

Gradually I got faster, my sister began letting out little squeaks each time I pushed in. My balls now slapped against her ass with each thrust, and she let out a moan each time. Her hands moved down the bed and clasped the sheets. Her knuckles went a bright white colour.

“Fuck me, Alex! Don’t stop,” she screamed, gripping the sheets.

My balls began to tighten, and I could feel my cock preparing to cum. I could let out soft moans and mumbled words, but not enough to warn her. My body was in such a rhythm that it would take more energy to stop than it would to keep going. Without warning, my cock shot load after load of cum into Anna’s pussy. She could feel it, her eyes were shut and her hands were clawed into my back.

I collapsed beside her, unable to say anything. I laid on my back, and Anna snuggled into me, placing her hand on my chest and running it around in circles.

“Did you cum inside me?”

“Maybe,” I said, my voice rasping.

“It’s okay sweetie, it felt nice.”

I almost drifted off to sleep before I could hear footsteps out in the hall. They approached my door. I looked over to see Anna already in a snooze. I ignored the noise and turned towards Anna, snuggling close to her.

“Alex, I got another key to your room, sorry I’m late,” a voice said, barging through our door. “Oh god, Alex! What have you done?”

My vocal cords locked themselves and shut down, it was Sara. I laid there wide eyed, and my bottom jaw almost touching my chest. I couldn’t move, my whole body shut itself down. Oh well, at least Anna didn’t get woken up.

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“Rosia, you’re late.”

“Yes,” she replied concisely.

“Stay after class.”

She nodded and went back to moaning quietly as she rubbed her neck and collarbones with her tiny hands.

When he was standing, he would try to avoid looking in her direction, but she made it so difficult, what with the way she sucked on the tip of her pen, or the way she gazed at his package, or the way her bra strap would fall off her shoulder at just the right moments. She drove him wild, and she knew it.

Mr. Velasquez stood by the chalkboard and explained something or other – Rosia wasn’t listening – and avoided her stares until he allowed himself just one peek and found her sitting with her legs open just enough to reveal her perfectly shaven pussy, already wet. She had been waiting all period for him to notice. She smiled and winked at him, just quickly enough that nobody saw. He could feel his cock growing inside his pants. God must have been on his side that day, because the bell rang just at that moment. Finally, it was the end of the day. Now all he had to do was give Rosia a “talking to” before he could go home and stroke his already bulging cock thinking of her, just like he did every other night.

He turned around to pick his things up off his desk and gather his composure only to feel two small hands wrap around his torso and slide over his hips and thighs. He knew those little hands anywhere. “Ahm….” He stammered. “Ms. Martinez?”

“Mr. Velasquez?” she replied coquettishly. She stood on her tiptoes and licked the back of his neck lightly with the tip of her little wet tongue. She blew on the wet spot and he shivered. She spun his body around to face her and pressed her hips hard into his, so that his huge erection was pushing against her pussy.

“A little excited or just happy to see me?” she asked as she ground her pelvis into his and rubbed his arms up and down. He had goosebumps.

“Both,” he said, with only a hint of shakiness in his voice.

“Good,” she replied. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard it’ll make you happier than you’ve ever been in your life.” With that Mr. Velasquez’s dick jumped and strained even more beneath his pants.

“Now, I’m going to tell you exactly what I want you to do to me,” Rosia told him. He loved how she said “to her” instead of “with her.” He nodded – he was a teacher being taught by his student. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was the thought of being caught and losing his job – the door wasn’t even locked – but he pushed it away when he looked down at Rosia and saw her looking up at him through her pretty black eyelashes and pouting with her full, pink lips.

“I want you to kiss me like it’s the last kiss you’ll ever get.”

Mr. Velasquez crashed his mouth into hers and held her body tight against him like she might run away if he let go. He grabbed her thick ass with his hands and her little feet came off the floor a little, but his strong arms wouldn’t let her fall. His tongue parted her full, red lips and brushed against and underneath her tongue. She pulled back slightly and outlined his lips with little kisses until her mouth drifted down his jaw onto his neck, where she began sucking and biting. She wanted to leave a mark – to claim him as hers. She pulled away, satisfied as she saw a red-purple stain on his tanned skin.

“Now I want you to put me on your desk and ravage my body until I scream.” She loved the look of passion and lust on her teacher’s face.

Without hesitation Mr. Velasquez swept everything off his desk with one motion of his arm and picked Rosia up. Her legs entangled themselves around his waist with animalistic fervor and she pressed her desire swollen pussy up against his stomach and rubbed her clit up and down on it. When he leaned her back onto the desk, she didn’t want to let go.

“You’re going to have to let me go sweetie,” he told her.

She did untangle her legs, but pouted about it. He began to undress her. First he took off her shirt, pulling it slowly over her head and then throwing it to the floor. He kissed a line from her lips to the little hollow between her breasts, which he squeezed through her bra with his big, rough hands. He unhooked her black lace bra and she ripped it off and threw it across the room like it hurt to wear it. He pinched her nipples one at a time, and then licked circles around the little hard nubs with his tongue. His hands slipped down from her breasts to her tiny waist, and then to her womanly hips which he forcefully grabbed and pulled towards him, pressing Emek Escort their bodies even closer together. He kissed her stomach below her belly button once before pulling her skirt down her legs and over her feet. Her beautiful, naked pussy was exposed to him. He just looked at her body for a moment, taking in her beauty, before lifting her ankles above his shoulders and kneeling down so his face was level with her pussy, which was dripping and soaked with anticipation.

“A little excited or just happy to see me?” he asked, only mocking her a little bit. Rosia replied by using her calves to pull him closer to her body. With one slow stroke he licked her glistening pussy from her little asshole to her clit and back down again. Her entire body shuddered as she screamed his name.

“Do it again, Mr. Velasquez! Again!” This time he licked her pussy so slowly it was almost painful for her to wait. He licked three slow circles around her tight little asshole and then licked up to her pussy, which he pushed his tongue into. Her pussy was so tight and wet on his mouth – he couldn’t wait to shove his cock into her. He tongue fucked her for a good two or three minutes before moving to her clit, which he sucked between his lips and he began kissing like it was her tongue. Rosia could feel every muscle in her body tense as his lips surrounded her clit again. His wet mouth felt so good on her hot pussy. His big hands grabbed at the flesh of her thighs and hips as his desire built up inside him. His cock was pressed hard up against the desk and he couldn’t for the life of him tear his mouth away from her sweet little pussy. Back and forth he flicked her clit with his tongue until Rosia’s back arched up farther than she knew was possible as her entire body exploded into orgasm. She could feel her face and pussy flush with pleasure. He never stopped licking. He drank her juices with long, slow licks of his slippery tongue until there were no more.

As he pulled her little pink pussy lips into his mouth he slowly slid one finger into her wet pussy. She was so tight that he couldn’t fit a second. He pushed his finger all the way into her little pussy and curled it around her g-spot, which made her moan and clench her pussy muscles around his finger even harder than they already were. He stroked and stroked inside her pussy while he pulsed her clit between his lips until she came harder than she ever had. He still couldn’t believe her pussy was gripping just one of his fingers. He kept his mouth on her pussy and drank her sweet juices until the contractions of her orgasm subsided. Very, very slowly he tried to push another finger into her virgin pussy.

“Ow!” she yelped as he pushed his finger inside her, just up to his first knuckle.

“Baby, it’s just two fingers. How am I going to get my big cock inside you?” he answered with only a hint of sadism in his tone. He involuntarily licked his lips and without warning he pummeled his two fingers inside her hot pussy and left them there for a brief second during which she caught her breath. Then he began to fuck her with his fingers, slowly stretching her pussy but never once did she cease to squeeze him tight – so tight it almost hurt him. He bent his face toward her pussy and bit her clit just barely – but she still shoved her hips into his face and screamed with the pleasure and pain of it. He took his fingers out of her pussy and spread her lips apart with his fingers. He blew on her slit, giving her goosebumps and making her shudder. Then he licked her one more time and pulled her body up so she was sitting. He kissed a trail from her tiny, wet pussy all the way up to her lips. He kissed her gently.

Her light caramel skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat. “You look so beautiful like that,” he told her as he ran his fingers through her damp hair. Her face was red and wet, her mouth parted and panting. “I could look at you all day. But…I’m not done yet.” He forcefully brought her face towards his and crashed his lips against hers. He shoved his tongue inside her mouth so she could taste her own pussy juices. And with that he turned her over so she was on all fours with her ass in front of his face. By this time, Rosia had forgotten all the things she was going to tell him to do, and just gave into the pleasure of her teacher’s expert tongue and fingers as he kissed all around her ass and squeezed it.

He placed one hand on each side of her ass and spread her apart so he could see her little pink asshole and tight, wet, pussy, which was still gently pulsing from her orgasm. Emek Escort Bayan Her wetness shined on her skin from her pussy to her thighs where it dripped slowly onto her teacher’s desk. He blew onto her skin and she shivered with the cold sensation. He pressed his big, rough hands all over her skin and smiled at her goosebumps. He kissed a trail from the small of her back to her pussy hole, which he slid his thumb into. He angled his hand and rubbed her asshole lightly in little circles. With his tongue he brought some of her sweet pussy juice and licked around her tight little hole to get it wet. He licked her asshole until she shivered with the pleasure of it. He then slowly began to push the tip of his finger into her ass, all the while keeping his thumb inside her pussy. She gasped, and he could feel her muscles tighten around his finger.

“Rosia,” he said, “you have to relax your muscles or this is going to hurt you.”

“It already hurts, Mr. Velasquez,” she told him, wincing.

“It won’t in a minute, baby. Just let me make you feel good.” She relaxed her muscles as much as she could and felt his finger slide farther into her ass. He was at his first knuckle now. Within a few minutes he had slipped his entire finger into her ass and was sliding it back and forth inside her. Every now and then he would pull it out so he could wet her ass with his tongue. Her body rocked in rhythm against his hand as little beads of sweat gathered on her forehead and in the little hollow between her back and ass.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, her entire body tightened and her pussy muscles clenched so hard that her teacher couldn’t move his hand – not that he minded having her sweet little pussy and ass gripping his fingers like that.

“Come on baby,” he coaxed as he felt her approach orgasm for the third time. “Cum for me.”

She definitely came for him, all over his hand and onto his desk. He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and licked her until she was clean – so clean, and so dirty.

“Now it’s my turn,” Mr. Velasquez told Rosia as he tenderly turned her body around so she was facing him once more. Her eyes reached almost to his chest.

“You’re so little,” he told her as he put both his hands on her face and pulled her towards him. He bent and kissed her lips, which were red and puffy with lust. He bit her bottom lip so hard it hurt – but she liked it.

She slowly began unbuttoning her teacher’s shirt and slipped it over his shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

“Mmm,” she moaned as she ran her hands over his perfect chest and stomach. Then, in one smooth, fluid motion Rosia slipped off the desk and knelt in front of her teacher. She ran her fingernails over his cock through his pants, sending shivers through his sweaty, desire-driven body. She planted several small wet kisses on the bulge in his pants. Mr. Velasquez leaned on his desk as Rosia unzipped his pants and took them off.

“No underwear?” she asked him, surprised.

“Nope,” he told her and gave a sort of lopsided half-smile.

“Sexy.” She licked her lips as she saw a drop of precum appear at the tip of his cock. She sucked it off and enjoyed the look of pleasure that swept across her teacher’s face.

“Ohhh, god,” he moaned.

She put her little hands around his shaft, one on top of the other, and began squeezing rhythmically up and down. Her mouth found its way to the head of his cock and she started to suck lightly on him. She loved how it was so hard and so smooth at the same time. Her thumb rubbed the little nub on the underside of his head and she felt him shudder as he stood.

“Hay problema?” she asked in her sexy little accent.

“No, no hay problema mi querida. Now keep sucking.” With that he tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her face down onto his rock hard dick. He moaned as he felt her wet little tongue snake up and down his shaft inside her mouth. She grazed him once or twice with her teeth, just because she enjoyed how he shook involuntarily. Her small hands grabbed at his ass and she used it for leverage as she began pushing his cock into her throat, little by little. He could feel his cock head being squeezed by her throat muscles and he almost came right there.

“Hold on, Rosia, hold on I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”

She gave him a look that said “I don’t care” and kept sucking his huge cock deeper into her mouth. Her hands moved from his ass to his balls and just as she began rubbing them he shot his cum deep Escort Emek inside her throat. She pulled him out of her mouth and let him finish cumming on her face and tits. When he was done he turned and slumped onto the desk as he watched her sexy little fingers take the cum off her body and put it into her mouth. She moaned.

“Your cum tastes so good, Mr. Velasquez,” she told him. “Can I have more?”

“You sure can,” he replied as he laid his big, tall body onto the floor. “But you’ll have to do all the work for it. Show me how much you really want my cum, my little slut.” And with that one comment, their little rendezvous turned rough and passionate.

“I’ll be your little slut, Mr. Velasquez,” she said with a smile. “I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“Right now I want you to make me cum, so get to it,” he told her in a voice that held only a hint of harshness. He grabbed her wrist with his big hand and pulled her body onto his. Their skin stuck together with their mixed sweat, and lust and heat radiated from both of their bodies. His cock was pressed in between their pelvises. Rosia started to grind her hips into his. She watched him bite his lip and pretend it didn’t feel good.

“Mr. Velasquez,” she whispered into his ear, “even though I’m doing all the work…you’re still allowed to enjoy it.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he told her. “Your job is to make me cum, not to analyze me.”

She shrugged and knelt up so her pussy was sliding over his cock. She was so wet that she could have fallen off had she not used his chest for support. She grabbed his shaft and began rubbing his cock head all over her slippery pussy, but concentrated on her clit. She squeezed his cock and saw him clench his fists. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, she had him, and she had him good.

She pushed his cock against his stomach and began grinding her soaking pussy on top of it, back and forth. The slick sensation of her tiny pussy rubbing his cock was almost too much for Mr. Velasquez to handle. He involuntarily bucked his hips and his cock brushed against her clit so hard Rosia began cumming all over again – all over his cock, too. He could feel her pussy pulsating on top of him and he loved the look of pure, animalistic passion on her face. She slid her body off of his and began to devour his cock with her mouth. She shoved it into her throat and licked all her sweet juices off of it as her fingers fucked her own pussy as hard as they could.

“Fuck me, Mr. Velasquez!” Rosia screamed. “Shove your big cock into me! I don’t care if it hurts!”

He lifted her up by her waist and turned her over so her back was to the floor and her thick, shiny legs were wide open for him. He leaned his body onto hers and pummeled his cock into her virgin pussy. She screamed with pain and a tear escaped her eye as her teacher fucked her as hard as he could.

“Shut up!” he told her as he pounded away at her tiny little pussy, which gripped his cock harder than he though possible. He grabbed her wrists with his big hands and pinned them to the ground above her head.

“IT HURTS!” Rosia screamed at him, and he stopped.

She struggled to catch her breath and said, “Do you want me to fuck you or not, Miss Martinez? Because I can quit anytime you want… but a little teasing slut like you wouldn’t want that, right?”

Rosia shook her head vehemently “no,” but Mr. Velasquez began fucking her very slowly. It was hard for him to control himself, with her tiny, tight pussy squeezing his cock so hard, but she deserved it after all the teasing she had put him through.

“Mr. Velasquez, I changed my mind…please fuck me again,” she said with pleading eyes. “Give it to me harder!”

“Are you sure you can handle it, Ms. Martinez?”

“Yes, yes fuck me please sir!”

“Alright, if you’re sure. Now be a good girl and do what I say. I’m going to fuck you how I want to fuck you, and you’re going to like it, okay? I promise I won’t really hurt you.”

She nodded her head and he began thrusting again. Rosia’s breathy moans and whimpers of pleasure just made Mr. Velasquez want to fuck her harder and harder, but he had promised he wouldn’t hurt her. He sped up gradually until he was fucking her fast – but not too fast. Rosia’s big, curvy hips bucked up against his, trying to push his cock deeper inside her tiny pussy, which was by now getting a little sore, but she didn’t care.

“HARDER!” she screamed at him, but he didn’t speed up. He loved how he could frustrate her so easily. Who has the power now? he thought.

“Oh I can’t take it anymore Mr. Velasquez!” and with that, she flipped herself and her teacher over so she was sitting on top of his cock, riding him as fast as she could.

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Part 5:  Things Get A Little More ComplicatedWe reconvened in the drawing room.  The atmosphere was extremely heavy; no one spoke.  I guess that no one wanted to be the one that started a mass brawl.  Carter arrived pushing the cutest-looking little trolley before him.  A coffee machine, mugs, creamer, sugar, and some cookies were placed on it.  He found a power outlet and set the coffee brewing.  Carter then sat next to my mother, which came as no surprise to me.“O.K,” I started, to bring everyone’s attention to me, trying to be a calming and rational influence while emotions were still running so high. “Firstly, Mother,”  I turned to face my mother.  I couldn’t read her mood, although I guessed that she was fuming underneath her inscrutable face. “Mom, this isn’t Dad, this is Hamish, his twin brother.”  Mom moved to speak, but I stopped her with a raised hand, a trick I’d picked up from Hamish during our first meeting. “Before you continue, I must tell you something that you may find hard to hear,”  I steeled myself for what I was about to say.  “The reason that we didn’t hear anything from dad after he left us was that he was unfortunately killed about a year after you split up.  It was a home invasion that went wrong.  His entire family was slaughtered.”I watched my mother.  She didn’t move, didn’t speak but I saw the tears start to fall from her eyes unashamedly.  I wanted to hold her close, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but I had other duties to attend to.  Thankfully, Carter, being as sharp as ever had read my face, and placed a comforting arm around my mother’s shoulders. “We can talk about this more tomorrow, mom.  I know you’ll have questions.”“Hamish,”  I had turned to face Becky’s father.  His face was still like thunder cloud and his eyes were smouldering like coals under hooded eyes. “My sincere apologies for making you assume that I had hurt Becky in some way.  While it is true, we were disagreeing, I assure you that I would never knowingly cause Becky harm, in any way.”  I paused, watching his face soften a little.  That’s progress I thought, relieved. “All I will say is that Becky has confided in me something which conflicted with my sense of morals.  If she decides to confide in you also, that is Becky’s business.  I will not interfere with that,”  I took another deep breath.  “Again, my sincere apologies for any misunderstanding I have inadvertently caused, and I harbour no ill feelings for you defending your daughter, just as I would defend her.”Carter rose, noticing that the coffee had brewed and moved to pour the drinks for us all.“Becky,”  I looked at her.  The poor thing hadn’t looked up from the floor since we’d all taken our seats in the drawing room. “All I am going to say in this gathering is that I both understand what you have said to me, and I apologise for jumping to conclusions before you had finished speaking.  I am truly sorry.”  I paused.  The mood in the room seemed to be a lot lighter now that calm explanations had been issued, and apologies offered. “If you want to talk about this more with me, I will listen to you, this time without jumping to conclusions or presuming to know your motivations.”Becky lifted her head so her gaze could meet mine.  My eyes were full of hope that she’d accepted my apology.  I wasn’t to be disappointed.  Her beautiful green eyes, while still brimming with tears, had regained their customary sparkle.  She even managed to smile at me crookedly before nodding her head up and down in agreement.I retrieved my coffee and took a long draught from the mug.  I usually drink it black, but with sugar.  I decided that I needed a kick at this moment and forewent the sweetening of the drink.  The bitterness was exactly what I needed at that moment.  It tasted wonderful.“Hamish, thank you for letting me explain and allowing me to apologise to all that needed it.  I’m going to my room now.  Please, would you all excuse me?  I need to be alone for a while.” I left the drawing room with no thoughts other than the recent events.  I was tired and I needed to sleep.  I needed an undisturbed night, so instead of turning left at the top of the stairs and heading to ‘our’ room; I turned right and went to what was ‘my’ room.—I showered and then tried to watch T.V.  I found I was aimlessly channel surfing, with nothing grabbing my attention for more than a few seconds.  Understandably, I was a little preoccupied with the evening’s events.  I kept mulling them over in my mind.  I kept stalling on the statement that had kicked this all off… ‘Oli!  I SAID NO!’  The pain in Becky’s voice was undeniable. I shut the TV off and lay on the bed, just my sweatpants on.  With the room now in almost total darkness thanks to the floor-length blackout curtains, the only light source was the little red stand-by LED on the TV recessed into the wall and very quiet, due to the additional soundproofing that Hamish told me he’d had installed, I was asleep in moments.  I just wish I could say it had been a restful sleep.I was haunted by various dreams, no, nightmares.  They were just horrid fantasies.  Some were of heartbreak in various forms, all of which, perhaps unsurprisingly were of Becky and Sophie being busted in most of the places where I had made love to Becky. Others were of Becky saying that she DID want to go through with their pact, and I would just have to live with it or get out.  All of them ended in me being single and back in the halls of residence.The other dreams I was experiencing were even more unsettling to me.  They started in a similar vein, with Becky and Sophie being caught in a tryst of torrid lesbian fucking.  In these dreams, I didn’t get mad.  I got revenge.  I am not a vengeful person by any measure.  So was quite shocked at myself, well, more accurately, my subconscious, I guess? I would post the various pictures that Becky had used to seduce me all over my social media, with various hashtags consequently, ruining her good reputation at Yale. Disturbing, certainly!  But that wasn’t the pièce de résistance. No.  The crowing horror of this nightmare was me packing all my stuff into my suitcase in a big show of leaving, everyone was there. Hamish and Simone, Carter, my mother (now Mrs Carter, for some reason…), Becky and Sophie, all stood on the landing outside their respective doors.  I stormed off towards the stairs, but instead of turning right and descending to the front door and my future freedom, I made a beeline for Simone and Hamish and took Simone up in a passionate embrace – never taking my eyes off Becky and taking great delight in seeing her break down sobbing in Sophie’s arms.  Fucked up, right?I have no idea what time it was when Dikmen Escort I woke.  I was still above the covers and found I was slick with a thin film of sweat.  I rolled over so I could head to the bathroom and grab a shower, but instead found myself rolling on top of a person-shaped obstacle in the bed.  I was stunned.  How had I not noticed someone climb into bed with me?  Then I recalled all the nights I’d fallen asleep waiting for Becky to return from her favourite night-time jog, blissfully unaware that she was there until she traced the muscles on my chest with a fingernail to wake me.“Shhhhhhhh,” was all the lump in my bed said, and I felt a pair of arms start to snake around my back.“Becky, is that you?” I asked.  “I meant it when I said I didn’t want to be disturbed.  I’ve got a lot of thinking…”I was cut off at the end of my sentence by soft lips touching mine and a warm, soft tongue probing my mouth tenderly.  Initially, I resisted, but the sensation was so delicious, and so damned sensual that I couldn’t help myself but return such a beautiful kiss.  Primal instincts took over and my member started to come to life by itself at the delicate touch of female lips to mine. My senses came back to me in startlingly sharp focus.  SIMONE!?  It had to be.  Becky would have respected my desire to be left alone.  Simone on the other hand would be relishing another crack at me for her body count, consequences be damned.Horrified, I broke the embrace and rolled off the unidentified body in the bed.  As I rolled over, I inadvertently brushed over a naked breast, I know this because I caught the erect nipple with my hand.  My fear was rising that Simone was in the same bed as me and was naked to boot.  All I needed was for Becky to walk in and ask Alexa to turn the light on and that would be me done, forever, no matter the actual circumstances.   Appearances are everything.My mind was still fogged by visions of nightmares and sleep generally and was playing catch-up when I realised that the breast, I’d just brushed over accidentally wasn’t Becky’s.  It wasn’t large enough.  I had a sinking feeling in my heart and the pit of my stomach did its level best to fall through the floor.  Simone!  It had to be.  I was resigned to the fact that Becky and I were now, one hundred per cent, officially over.  The shouting would come later, but it wouldn’t last long.I was so very disappointed in myself for leaving myself exposed to this sort of outcome.  I should have seen this coming a mile away, I chastised myself.  I propped myself up on one arm and dejectedly asked Alexa to turn on the lights.My eyes adjusted to the bright light.  “Who the FUCK are you?” were the first words out of my mouth.  Laying before me, completely naked was an unfamiliar blond woman, about my age.“Hiiiii.  Good afternoon, you must be Oli?”  The stranger in my bed rolled onto her side so she could offer a hand in greeting.  All I did was nod, dumbly. “It’s so nice to meet you Oli,” she said, enthusiastically pumping my hand up and down.  “Becks has told me so much about you, but she didn’t mention you were this much of a hottie though, or that you’re so, damned, ripped.” her eyes traced a line down my chest to my abdomen.  Secretly, I was pleased the definition in my abs was coming out. I’d been working on getting in better shape.“Again, who the fuck are you?”  I asked – patience now officially worn through.“Oh, RIGHT!  So, so sorry,”  The figure pointed a finger at her temple while saying at the same time “Dumb blonde.”One thing I can’t stand is self-deprecation.  The rising storm cloud that was on my face made her realise I wasn’t in the mood for being frivolous, and she settled.“I’m sorry.  Hi.  I’m Sophie.  Good afternoon, Oliver,” said the no-longer mystery woman in my bed, with a huge smile.—“Wait.  You said afternoon twice.  What time is it?”  I was about to ask Alexa the time when I heard Becky telling me that it was a little after noon.I shot off the bed, putting as much distance between the (admittedly smoking hot) blonde in my bed and me, as I could humanly manage.  I whipped my head around to find the source of the familiar voice.  There she was, sitting on the pull-out stool that nested under the vanity on my blindside. I had to do a double-take.  Becky was dressed in the same lingerie that she’d worn the first time we’d made love.  Flowing auburn locks held up in a neat bun, secured with her signature chopsticks.  Sexy black basque, lacy black panties that were so skinny, it may as well have been just a strip of ribbon and to top it off, my beloved black fishnet stockings held up with garters attached to the bottom of the basque. “Becky. I. Erm, THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!”  I protested. “You know how I feel about this kind of thing with fidelity and my dad and all.  I would never, wait.  What the hell are you wearing?”As usual, putting two and two together, and getting five.  I didn’t want to wait for the answer.  I was incandescent with fury.  I had forgiven Becky last night but asked for time to process the evening’s events and she repays me with this… bullshit?  Oh, hell no.I retrieved my hoodie from the floor where I dropped it before showering last night then flung the drapes open.  The metal curtain hoops scraped against the wrought iron curtain track, making a terrible grinding noise.  I winced at the high pitch squeal of differing metals scraping against each other.“That’s it, I’m done with this, and with you, Becky.”  I waved an accusatory finger in Becky’s direction and headed for the door.“Woah… slow your roll there Oliver,”  Becky commanded.  Like with my mother, I knew when I was in trouble if I got my full name in a conversation.  I stopped in front of the bedroom door, my shoulders heaving as I was breathing so hard.  I glowered at Becky, then at Sophie, and back to Becky.I was going to stand my ground on this one.  Usually, I would do everything to avoid conflict that I could.  This was different.  This was a betrayal of the most heinous nature, to my morals. “What Becky?”  I asked angrily. “What can you possibly say to me that could rationally explain, this?”  something in the loving look on her face made me decide that I should stick around for the explanation.  I couldn’t say what it was then, and to this day, I still can’t.“I’ve been awake all night thinking about, well, everything, Oli,”  Becky started to explain. “I’m like you in one very important respect.  I like to keep to my promises, wherever it is possible to do so,”  Her voice was level and had a marvellously soothing quality to it. “You promised yourself that you would never knowingly cheat on anyone or have a relationship Dikmen Escort Bayan with another that was already spoken for.”  I felt my breathing start to slow somewhat, listening intently to what she had to say.  I was still pissed off, of that there was no doubt, but I wasn’t going to be that guy that acted on anything other than all the facts (usually after I’d eventually calmed down).  Plus… she was making sense, damnit!“I had a text from Sophie at about one A.M. telling me that she’d caught an earlier train, was in New Haven and would grab a B&B somewhere until today.  Of course, as I was still awake, I said that I would come to get her from the station and bring her here.” I could feel my face starting to turn red again.  Becky could see my ire rising and continued quickly.“I picked her up and promptly broke down in tears.  After explaining everything that had happened last night, we concluded that it would be wrong to exclude you any further from, this.”  Becky gestured between Sophie and herself. “We’ve been awake all night, thinking of how best to do this, but nothing we thought of seemed likely to work.  We thought of a romantic French-themed dinner at the ‘Union League Café’ and decided that it would be too crowded if we created a scene if things went sideways.  The same is true of pretty much every option we thought of.”  Becky took a breath, and I was surprised when the next person to speak was Sophie.“As Becks said, nothing we thought of seemed like it was going to work until she came up with this idea.”  Sophie gestured to the room and its occupants.  I suddenly became aware of her still very naked body, and her seemingly extraordinary ability to be comfortable being nude in front of a total stranger, who, on top of everything else, was her best friend’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. “Becks has told me about your strong moral convictions and your iron… will.”  She giggled a little, the innuendo hadn’t been lost on me, as Sophie’s eyes fluttered down to my crotch.  To my surprise, my cock twitched a little.  ‘You’re a traitor’ I thought at my little friend. I found that I was now calm and breathing normally.  “So, we thought we’d give you a little surprise and initiate you into our private little sorority, as an honorary member, of course!”“Okay.  I’m listening,”  I was now more intrigued than angry and found myself curious about where this was going to go.“So, Oliver.  This is simple,” said Sophie as she hopped up onto her knees and shuffled to the end of the bed, her body facing Becky, but her head turned towards me. “You, Oli are a rare specimen, with true morals and a sense of chivalry when it comes to protecting your loved ones.  Quite honestly, it’s adorable and it’s so fucking hot,” she turned back to Becky.“However, Becks has an equally strong sense of loyalty to her friends and any promises she makes to those friends, having never willingly broken a promise as far as I’m aware,”  I looked at Becky, as her head was shaking.“So, what to do?” Sophie continued.  “Irresistible force meets immovable object time, right?  Well, not necessarily.  Consider an alternative option.  What if it wasn’t cheating?  What if it was consensual Oli, what about then?” Sophie looked back at me, holding my gaze without blinking.  Waiting patiently for an answer.  I realised that the ‘dumb blonde’ was anything but.  She was as intelligent and as well-reasoned as she was stunningly attractive. Becky stood and walked towards me.  I couldn’t help but once more be captivated by her unspoiled beauty and raw sensuality.  Damn, she looked amazing in that getup.  Admittedly, out of all the outfits and costumes we experimented with, her current ensemble was my favourite. As Becky approached me, I couldn’t help but be drawn to her magnificent tits heaving in her bustier.  The sight was hypnotic.  Becky stood on tiptoe to kind of equal my height and gently pushed her lips to mine.  Just like our first kiss.  It was very delicate and almost chaste.  Just a hint of what could be.After a moment, Becky broke off the kiss and looked deep into my eyes, deep into my soul.“Oli, I’m so very sorry for the way that I’ve handled everything so far.  I do love you, far more deeply than I ever thought I could love someone.  That will never change unless you wish it so.”  She paused.  Considering her next words extremely carefully.My mouth was suddenly extremely dry.  How on Earth could I be angry at her?  She was gorgeous!“I also want, no, want is the wrong word.  I NEED to keep my promise to Sophie.  But clearly, that can’t happen due to your issue with fidelity.  So I am saying this now, strictly for you, Sophie, and myself.” Where the hell was this going?  I wondered, suddenly terrified that I was being dumped.“Oliver Johnson.  Sophie and I would very much like it if you would join us to make a ménage à trois, or a throuple.  I hereby give you my consent in perpetuity, for any extra-relationship encounters with Sophie, either together or separately, if they are pre-approved and agreeable to ALL.”  I was dumbfounded.“The only proviso is, that you will extend me the same courtesy.  This agreement will strictly be between us.  A closed triad, meaning that we will all be exclusive with each other.  No one outside of the three of us would be intimate with any of the others,” her words hung heavily in the air. Sophie added to the explanation as if sensing that I was way out of my depth in this new landscape.“It’s not polyamory either.  That is where a throuple or even a quad is in relationships in their group, but also seek gratification from outside the family unit.”Was I still dreaming?  Was my subconscious playing a deliciously crafted prank on my poor, battered psyche and was just about to pop the bubble with a thumb tack?“Whaddya say, hotshot,” asked Sophie, playfully, almost expectantly.  “You want a crack at this?” When I turned to look at Sophie, she was playfully pulling on her nipples and eyeing my boxers hungrily.  My cock was going to take no for an answer no longer, and I felt it beginning to stir in my sweat under her gaze.  Sophie licked her lips unconsciously at the sight.I looked back to Becky.  I searched her green eyes for subterfuge but found none.  It had been ages since my paranoid fantasies about being punked by the student body had crippled me with girls emotionally, and if I’m honest, the thought did flash through my mind.The other thought that raced through my mind was my id screaming at me ‘WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MORON?  Two beautiful bi-sexual women in your room ASKING you to join them, and your dick is limp?  You’re a fucking embarrassment!’“I don’t see that I’m Escort Dikmen going to change my mind, Becky.  No offence Sophie, you are stunning, please don’t think it’s that I’m not attracted by you, I am!  But the whole threesome thing is just one step away from full-on cheating.” Becky was the one to make a positive argument to my negative.  The perfect yin to my yang.“Instead of thinking about this as a negative, look at the positives of being in a throuple with both of us!  Think of all the fun we could have together!”  Becky’s impassioned pleas did make some sense to me, but that little angel on my shoulder was winning the battle against his devil counterpart on the other.I think Becky was missing the point I was trying to make.  This wasn’t just about sex for me, this was about love and commitment.  To our relationship and one another.  Up until last night, my most frequently recurring dream had been growing old with Becky somewhere.  That dream was now a seemingly distant memory.I mulled my options carefully.  Could I seriously see myself in a relationship with two women simultaneously without shattering my sense of morals?  I didn’t think I could.  But then there was Becky and her happiness to consider.  I desperately wanted to please her, in every aspect of our life together.  She stood before me in an outfit that she knew was my favourite and guaranteed to have me eating out of her palm. Again, more psychobabble nonsense – the power of suggestion, I thought, looking over Becky’s amazing figure once more.  Outright permitting me to fuck her best friend, at the same time as her.  I tried to look at this from Becky’s perspective but kept coming back to the same damned argument.  Cheating by proxy is still cheating.  I needed counsel from someone I trusted more than anyone else.  I needed my mom.“Can I have a while to think about this, Becky?  This is a big step, and I must be certain it’s the right move for everyone,”  The look of disappointment on Becky’s face was heartbreaking. “Just promise me one thing Becky?” I asked, somberly.“Anything baby.  I so want this to work between all of us,”  I could tell that her answer was sincere.“Don’t do anything together, until I’ve given you my decision, please?”  I stared into Becky’s green eyes.  She fixed me with a gaze that assured me she was going to do as I asked.“Ok, Oli.  Anything at all.  I love you so much,”  She gave me a short, but fiercely strong hug and went to retrieve her clothing from the vanity.  I noticed that Sophie’s clothes were also there, neatly folded up next to Becky’s.I made my exit and commenced my search for my mother.  I started by knocking on the door to her room on the opposite side of the hallway.  There was no reply.  I guessed that she may be in the kitchen, trying to reel in Carter.I was lost in thought and moving on autopilot as I navigated the staircase.  I was oblivious to the fact that tears were streaming down my face.  I continued into the kitchen and sat down heavily at the table.  Mom and Carter were nowhere to be seen.  I didn’t fancy hunting the house for them, so I sent mom a quick text, asking her to call me when she could.  I then called for an Uber and made my way into town.—My usual distractions were doing nothing to calm my tailspin.  I went to my favourite coffee shop and ordered a grande americano with a shot of amaretto, took a seat in the window and watched the world pass me by.  All the while, my ego and my id were battling each other fiercely.  I decided that I needed to do my due diligence and learn more about throuples.  I didn’t want to go into anything half-cocked if you’ll pardon the pun. Of course, I’d heard the term, and seen many videos on the subject.  It was only now that I fully understood why Becky was so into watching porn with me.  For me, porn used to be an outlet for certain, needs.  Just a tool.  More recently, watching it with Becky, became a source of inspiration for many of the various naughty fantasies that we both held and then thoroughly enjoyed acting out with one another.So, when Becky confessed to me early on in our time together that she too, both not only enjoyed watching porn but frequently masturbated to it with an array of vibrators that she owned, I was a little shocked.  Horny as fuck, but surprised, nonetheless.   Now though, I knew it wasn’t just the men she was fantasizing about. It was especially hot if there was a threesome featured, with two women and a ‘hung stud’ as she called them.  Naturally, this gave me some cause for alarm.  Was Becky unhappy with the size of my cock?  She’d never voiced any problems with it, and it always felt like it was filling her pussy up nicely.I returned to the matter foremost in my mind.  Throuples.  I called up the term on google and was assaulted by a veritable cornucopia of meanings, and definitions when my eye was drawn to an article entitled ’10 FAQs about being in a throuple’ I clicked the link and started reading avidly.I was so engrossed in the read that I hadn’t noticed that my mom and Carter had come into the same coffee shop and seen me sitting in the window, engrossed in my phone’s screen.“Oli?”  Nothing… I was so far down the rabbit hole that when mom reached out to touch my shoulder, I damned near jumped over the table.“Jesus, mom!  I’m sorry – I was somewhere else, researching something,”  I trailed off, not finishing the sentence.Mom plonked herself down opposite me and asked Carter to fetch coffees for them both before asking if I would stay to join them.“Do y’all want another?”  she asked, questioningly.   Looking over at my now cold and half-empty mug, I don’t remember drinking any of it.  ‘How long had I been here?’ I wondered to myself.“Yeah, sure mom, thanks,”  I nodded towards Carter, who knew my order by heart, then I looked at my mother, knowing that I could tell her anything and she’d listen impartially.  Nothing phased her or gave her the ick.  So, why was I having a hard time bringing myself to be open about my problem?  It wasn’t being in a public space.  The noise of conversation in the space was blending into white noise, no one could hear anyone else’s conversation without paying close attention, so fear of being overheard wasn’t the issue. Deep down, I knew it was because I was dealing with some strong feelings about infidelity and abandonment.  Two things that I had, until the other night, not talked about with my mom.  She reached out a hand and placed it over mine, reassuring me. “Now y’all know you can tell me anythin’ darlin’.  You’ll not upset me.  I can see you’re all cattywampus about somethin’ eatin’ at ya.”I realised that I’d not told them where I was. “How’d you find me?”  I asked, trying to avoid the real issue.“Silly!  Y’all checked in on Facebook.”  Mom giggled.  I loved that sound, it made me indescribably happy to hear it, especially if I was struggling with something.Carter returned with drinks and some cookies.  Setting them down.

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When I was twenty, my father managed to scrape up enough money to buy me an old car. It was an old clunker and only cost $500 at the time. He had been off work due to health issues and was struggling financially, but he wanted me to have a car to ease my commute to and from my college classes and my part-time job. I’m sure that he felt terrible that he couldn’t afford to send me out of town to college.

I agreed to accept his generosity and repay him over the next year. Well, that was the plan. I had no idea how much it cost to own a car, especially an old clunker. If my father knew what that car cost his daughter, he would never have bought it for me.

Being an inexperienced driver, it wasn’t long before I got into a small accident. My old, sturdy car was fine, but I did a bit of damage to another car. Not knowing any better, I notified the insurance company because that’s what I thought insurance was for. I was later told by friends and even my father that it’s always best to keep small claims off my record and to handle them without involving the insurance company.

After the claim was handled, I talked to my agent, who informed me I should be very careful and not get into another accident or get any tickets. I was a young driver with little experience; I had a speeding ticket; and I had already been in one accident. Basically, he said I had three strikes already, another incident, and they would either pull my insurance or greatly increase my rates.

Yikes! Either way, I would lose my car.

So, naturally, I was returning home from a night out with my boyfriends on a rainy, cold night. I knew the roads were slick and the rain was turning to ice on the road. I did have a couple of drinks that evening, so I was being extra careful. As I came upon a traffic light, I noticed a police car stopped at the light in front of me. I braked, intending to stop well behind him, but then all of a sudden my car began to slide. There was a slight incline in the road, and my car, bald tires and all, just had a mind of its own.

“Oh FUCK NO…” I pumped the brake just as my father had told me many times, but the car just kept sliding. It all felt like slow motion as the car slowly slid and came to a rest on the police car’s rear bumper.

“Oh my God, NO!” I just froze. I didn’t crash into him; it was more like a slight nudge. I was pretty sure there was no damage, and I was hoping the cop wouldn’t notice… but he did. I saw his eyes in his rearview mirror looking at me as I stared back like a deer in the headlights.

I dropped my head down onto the steering wheel with my hair around my face, in disbelief. My hands, still on the steering wheel, were now shaking. I couldn’t believe my bad luck. I hit a police car! It can’t get any worse than this. I mean, you can’t even make this stuff up. I’m such a fuckup!

My mind was spinning, and I was running through all the implications of that split-second mishap. Will I lose my car now? I will have to go back to taking the bus to and from school. How am I going to explain this to my father?

And then it hit me. I did have a couple of glasses of wine that evening. Although I was always conscious of drinking and driving, I was feeling a slight buzz. At the time, I weighed only 105 pounds, so it wouldn’t take much to put me at the limit. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, they did.

A tap on the driver’s window snapped me back into reality. I quickly raised my head and rolled down the window.

“Are you OK?” a man’s voice said.

I looked up at the police officer. “I’m so sorry. I kept braking, and the car just continued to slide… Oh God, I’m so sorry,” I said, on the verge of tears.

“License, insurance, and registration, please,” he ordered.

I fumbled through my purse and handed over the documents.

“Have you been drinking this evening?” he asked as he leaned in, no doubt smelling my breath.

“Ummm, no…well maybe one glass of wine hours ago.” I lied, knowing full well it had been two or possibly three. Shit, that wasn’t very convincing on my part.

He took a long look at me and then said, “Sit tight, and I’ll be back.” He returned to his vehicle to run my information.

I was still shaking. I knew an alcohol test could go either way. Oh fuck, I’m going to end up losing my license! It dawned on me that this event could change my entire life—and not for the better.

He sat in his car for a good ten minutes. This gave me time to pull myself together. My father always told me to be respectful and compliant when dealing with the police, which I always was. But I was in too deep now; I knew I had to do something. I did notice the officer was young-looking, maybe in his mid- to late-twenties. I felt that maybe I had a chance to get out of this situation if I flirted with him. It was worth a shot.

I unzipped my jacket and popped open two buttons on my top. I didn’t have much cleavage, but I was desperate and scared. Yes, it sounds silly, but I was terrified of the consequences if I didn’t do something. It wouldn’t Sancaktepe Escort have been the first time that I had gotten out of a situation with a little flirting.

The officer returned and asked me to step out of the car. I complied. He took a good, long look at me. I did notice he glanced down at my pathetic cleavage. It was a weird thought but now I knew why women get implants.

“OK, Miss, stand perfectly straight and follow my finger.” I did as I was told as he waved a finger across my eyes.

“Turn this way and walk with one foot in front of the other, heel to toe.”

This was the big test. I took a deep breath and did as I was told—a small wobble in the middle, but not bad, I thought.

“Where are you traveling to?” he asked.

“I’m just on my way home… Actually, it’s only about a mile from here.” I added, hoping that would make some difference.

“Well, there is no damage to the vehicle, but you did run into me just the same, regardless of the road conditions. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to take you down to the station for a proper breath analyzer test.”

I was shocked and sniffled to hold back the tears.

“Oh please no… “I hardly had anything to drink.”

“Sorry, Miss,” he sternly said.

“If you cooperate, I won’t put you in handcuffs.”

Holly shit, handcuffs? The gravity of the situation was very apparent with that comment.

“What?… wait, please… I’ll do anything you want. Honestly, anything. I can’t afford to lose my car… My father is ill, and we are struggling… please officer.” A tear trickled down my face.

He took a long look at me, his eyes running from top to bottom and back up. “Well… Anything?” I could tell he was thinking about it.

“Oh my God, yes…and I do mean ANYTHING.” I pleaded, as I saw a glimmer of hope for getting out of this situation.

There was a long pause.

“I shouldn’t really do this, but OK then. I get off work in about an hour. Meet me at my apartment building,” he said.

A big sigh of relief followed. I didn’t need to ask him what he wanted. The way he looked me over, he left no doubt that, like all young men, he wanted sex. It didn’t matter; I had no choice in the matter either way.

“Oh, thank you so much; you won’t regret it,” I said, not even knowing what it was he wouldn’t regret.

“If you don’t show, I’ll put a warrant out for your arrest,” he warned me.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry, I’ll be there.” I gratefully shot back.

He proceeded to give me his address and directions.

“Maybe you can grab a coffee and sober up before driving there,” he added.

“Sure thing,” I responded, deeply relieved that I wasn’t spending the night in jail.

Two hours later, I met him in the apartment lobby. It was kind of eerie waiting for him, as it was late and there was no one around. I had time to think over the events of that evening. I was fine with my decision to meet him at his apartment. Of course, I was somewhat unsure about what he expected of me, but I was also proud that I had managed to get out of a very messy situation. The plan going forward was to fulfill my end of the bargain as quickly as possible, go home, go to bed, and forget everything about this night.

When he arrived, I hardly even recognized him out of uniform. He wasn’t bad-looking at all. He was tall, slim but muscular, with nice blue eyes, and he had a lovely smile. This wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

We chatted and made small talk as we waited for the elevator. I told him I was out with my boyfriend that evening, and he told me he also had a girlfriend when I inquired. We joked and avoided the topic of what was to follow. He seemed very nice.

Once we entered his apartment, he took my coat and threw it over a chair. He then grabbed a beer. “No beer for you, how about a water?” He asked. I passed on any drinks. I knew we were there for sex, although he had yet to mention it. It was late, so I thought it best to move things along.

“So how am I going to pay for my Get Out of Jail Card?” I playfully asked as I began to unbutton my top.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to try anal, but my girlfriend refuses to try it, sooo…You rear-ended me, so I’m going to rear-end you.” He chuckled.

“What—umm?” I was surprised by his request.

Though I was hardly an anal virgin, it wasn’t something I did regularly. The few times that I had done anal, it proved to be somewhat uncomfortable. It was something I preferred to avoid, especially with a complete stranger.

“Umm, I’ve never done anal,” I lied.

He just shrugged and said, “Great, it’ll be a first for both of us.”

“How about a blow job instead?” I couldn’t believe I was negotiating sex with a police officer for that matter.

“You can give me both,” he shot back.

I thought it best not to object too much, again reminding myself of the situation he had gotten me out of.

“Fine, but then we are even, right?… I hope you have lube… and you’ll be gentle, right?” I gave in and nodded.

“Sure,” Escort Sancaktepe And with that, he yanked his shirt over his head.

I found myself biting my lower lip when I saw his hairless, chiseled chest. He had a hot body and seemed to be a nice guy. Although I was being blackmailed and really didn’t have much choice, it didn’t seem that way. He was attractive, and if he had come on to me in a bar, I certainly would have accepted his advances.

I followed his lead and pulled off my top. He was now watching me, and I could see the anticipation in his eyes as I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra. We made eye contact as I slowly and seductively slipped the bra off my shoulders and held it in place for a split second before discarding it.

“Oh wow, you have beautiful breasts,” he noted.

I smiled at the compliment.

I slipped off my boots, unzipped my jeans, and swayed from side to side as I pushed my skintight jeans over my hips. He was standing in front of the couch, taking off his jeans, too. My jeans dropped into a puddle around my ankles, and I stepped out of them.

I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw the bulge in his briefs, considering what he had in mind for me.

We made eye contact again, and together we slipped our thumbs into the waistbands of our underwear at the same time and pulled them down. I shivered when his stiff cock sprang free, bouncing in anticipation. I couldn’t keep my eyes off it. I was pleasantly relieved to see he didn’t have a huge cock. His cock was average in size, hard, very erect, and well-groomed, too. Overall, a very nice package.

As I stood there naked in front of this stranger, I could feel his eyes ogling me. His cock twitched, as if to call me over. I felt a surge of arousal shoot through me, despite the situation.

He gestured with his finger to spin around, so I did. I was all his for the next few hours, and he was checking out my ass. Yikes!

“Yeah, that’s a sweet little ass you have,” he said as I playfully shook my ass for him.

He held out his hand as I crossed the floor toward him, thinking, why do I always get into these situations?”

His hands gently ran over the curves of my hips, running up and down my soft white skin. He casually brushed one of my breasts. Chills of arousal shot through my entire body. I placed a hand on his chest as I gasped at how hard and firm his pec muscles were. This was the first time I had actually touched him, and I felt myself getting moist.

I was being blackmailed, and it was turning me on.

He pointed at the couch, and I sat down as he moved towards me.

Naked, in a stranger’s apartment, with his cock looming large before my eyes, I shuddered from a fresh rush of wetness flooding my pussy.

I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock and leaned in. A growl escaped him as I licked and tasted his stiff, shaven organ. One of his hands settled on the back of my head, while the other reached down for my breasts. He started gently stimulating my nipples, and I could feel them swelling in response to his touch.

I ran my tongue up and down, his lovely erection. His hand, which had been resting on top of my head, tilted it back, forcing me to look up at him.

“Do you like my cock?” he asked.

“Oh, yes, I do,” I answered as I leaned in to lick his pre-cum.

I wasn’t just saying that to appease him, actually did like his cock. As my tongue slathered over it, I could imagine it stretching out my pussy. Of course, that wasn’t where he planned on inserting it.

“Then suck it,” he ordered.

He gently swept my hair to the side to get it out of my way and so that he could have a good view.

I parted my lips and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I flickered my tongue to tickle it, then pulled back before sliding my lips down further over his cock. I began stroking the base of his cock with my hand and bobbing my head up and down the top half of his cock. I did my best to take him as deeply into my mouth as possible. I picked up the pace, my hand now sliding down to cup and squeeze his balls as my mouth engulfed more of his cock.

He began to moan and growl as I squeezed his balls tighter. I then assaulted his cock with everything I had, slurping and moaning sounds emitting from my desperate efforts to make him cum. I reasoned that if I could get him to cum, he wouldn’t need anal. That was my logic anyway.

He tightened his grip on my breasts and nipples, making my pussy yearn for more. Just when I thought he was close to cumming he pulled out and stepped back. I fell forward off the couch, desperately reaching with my open mouth, not wanting to release him.

“Whoa, girl, you are good,” he said.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” I begged as I gasped for air, and drool ran down my chin.

He stepped back, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up off my knees and onto my feet.

“Time for the main event,” he declared with a grin.

I leaned in towards him on my toes and gave him a kiss, then purred Sancaktepe Escort Bayan into his ear, “You can fuck me without a condemn instead.” Yes, a bold offer to avoid anal that I thought he couldn’t resist. He wasn’t that large, but just the same, I knew anal would be painful.

“The deal was anal… I want that sweet, tiny ass of yours so badly,” he responded with a slap on my butt cheek. My ass clenched at the thought of what was to come.

He grabbed my hand and led me down a hallway without speaking another word. I followed, wiping the drool off my lips and chin, feeling a mixture of excitement and dread. He turned into a bedroom, and I walked over to the bed and hopped onto it.

He stood at the foot of the bed, watching me, and then said, “Touch yourself for me.”

I sat back against the headboard and slipped my hand between my long, spread legs. Being ordered around like a whore was extremely arousing, and I didn’t need coaxing. My fingers feverishly began stimulating my pussy. I rubbed my clitoral area and then plunged one, then two, fingers inside of me.

He stood there watching as I played with my soaking wet pussy. My fingers made slurping sounds as they reached deeper and deeper inside of me. I pulled out my hand and held it up so he could see that my fingers were coated with my juices. I licked and sucked on my fingers, hoping to entice him to have sex.

I felt like a sex-starved vixen as I pleaded for him to fuck me.

“Ohh,” I moaned, “Come fuck me…please,” still hoping to avoid anal at any cost,

He strolled over to the night table and pulled out a tube of lube.

“I can see you’re wet,” he asked.

“Yes,” I admitted. “So wet.”

He stood watching me masturbate, the lube in one hand and his cock in the other. He squeezed the lube on his cock and then rubbed it all over with his hand.

“Get over here,” he said as he grabbed my ankles and slid me over to the edge of the bed.

He pulled me up, turned me around, and bent me over the side of the bed. He had me in position, with my ass pointed up. He kicked my legs apart to align my anal opening with his stiff and ready cock.

“Damn, you have a gorgeous little ass,” he said as he slapped and kneaded it.

Suddenly I felt the head of his cock rub on my still-tight anal sphincter. Having had anal before, I knew well enough that I wasn’t yet prepared.

“Wait, wait… You can’t just ram it in,” I protested.

“Here, give me some lube on my fingers.” I held out my hand.

“I have to stretch it out a bit first, or you’re going to rip me in half.” I barked.

I then slowly inserted one of my tiny, lubricated fingers into my rectum. I proceeded to slowly stretch it out, and then I did the same with two fingers.

“Pull my cheeks apart while I stretch it out, please.” I was now taking charge for my own protection, of course.

“OK, as I pull my fingers out, give my hole a big shot of lube, and then SLOWLY and GENTLY try and slide inside of me.” I was now the instructor.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” he added.

“Yeah, I saw a YouTube video on it.” I laughed.

I jumped as he squirted in the cold lube deep into my opening.

“Oh God help me,” I muttered as the head of his member pressed against my opening.

“EASY, big boy… slow and gentle.” I reminded him again.

“Tell me you want it,” he barked.

Are you fucking kidding me? This was the last thing I wanted, but I reminded myself of the alternative, so I dutifully responded, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

I sucked in a big breath and whimpered as he increased the pressure. I reached back and pulled my checks as far apart as I could. I held my ass firm and gently pushed back into him as he pushed into me. I yelped and he groaned as the head of his cock popped into my ass.

“Ah fuck, that’s tight—and hot!” he exclaimed, pushing harder and inching deeper.

“Whoa, slow and gentle, oh fuck.” I reminded him and moaned at the same time. I had visions of him ripping me apart and destroying my ass.

“You want it all, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes, but slow… A bit at a time,” I pleaded.

“Say it,” he barked.

“I want all of your big cock in my ass,” I screeched in a high-pitched, painful voice.

He wrapped his large hands around my hips for leverage. I screamed as the rest of his cock slowly vanished in my ass and his balls slapped against my skin. I grabbed the bedsheets tight with both hands, and I began biting the sheets to muffle my screams. The burning pain in my ass was unbearable.

“Ah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah,” he said in a breathy voice while bucking his hips. You’d think he scored a touchdown or something. I whimpered with every thrust of his hard cock into my burning and stretched ass.

I reached underneath and began to stimulate my clitoral area, which was even more sopping wet now.

“That’s right, play with that pussy while I fuck your ass.”

I feverishly rubbed and inserted two fingers inside of my swollen pussy. Although I was in pain, I was so aroused. I’m not a person who is into pain, but I could relate now. The burning pain combined with sexual stimulation was bringing me close to orgasming. I was alternating between moaning with sexual pleasure and screaming with pain every time he pulled back and thrust deeper.

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We were the best of friends, Abby and I. We’d grown up together, living next door since Abby moved into the neighborhood at age three. We did everything together growing up. We had played in each other’s backyards for hours at a time. If it rained, we just moved inside and kept it going. I had tea parties and makeovers with her, and she played hoops with me and together we helped GI Joe fight Cobra.

Our families were close so we always celebrated the holidays together. It was nothing for Abby and I to disappear and leave the grownups alone to drink and mingle. We’d end up upstairs in the bedroom of whichever house we were at.

We even survived the awkward years of puberty. She let me read her “secret book” in the 4 th grade that told her about her changing body. She was fascinated when my voice changed. We never really liked each other in a boyfriend/girlfriend way, it just didn’t seem right to us. So when we started showing interest in the opposite sex, we were able to confide in each other and avoid the jealousy.

Now, we did get a bit distracted in high school. Abby became a cheerleader and I was becoming quite an athlete in football and basketball. Our times together became less and less as practice and school took over our lives. We still managed to hang out together, although now it was the unsaid rule that we didn’t go into each other’s rooms anymore. The holidays would find us sitting on the front porch or playing a board game in the kitchen.

We both noticed the changes in our bodies, but it wasn’t something we really discussed as we got older. I’d catch her watching me as I mowed our yard without a shirt on, and I definitely noticed her toned body whenever she was tanning.

Unlike the stereotypical jock and cheerleader, neither one of us really dated much. We were just too busy with our own lives I guess to really focus on someone else. If I wasn’t at practice, I was hitting the books and Abby was the same except when she wasn’t cheering at school, she was involved with a local competitive cheer squad.

Sure, we went to high school dances, but even though we had a date, we were really just out with a group. I never really had more than a few fumbled kisses at the front door when I dropped my date off. I don’t know about Abby, but I was spending a lot of time with my hand in my pants.

Masturbating took a lot of that teenage angst away. I’d do it in the morning before school and a few times before going to bed. I never really had any wet dreams like we learned about in health class. My body didn’t need wet dreams to release the tension, I was taking care of that on my own.

Anyway, that was my mediocre life up until the spring of our senior year. Abby came over one afternoon and asked if I would help her family out by feeding their cat over the weekend.

“No problem,” I told her while checking her out. She was wearing athletic type shorts and a school t-shirt. She looked good. Kemer Escort She looked good all over. She was tanned and toned and fully aware of me checking her out.

When I looked up at her face, she had a knowing smile. “Anyway,” she said with a sigh as if she had to gain my attention again. “We’re going to the A&M baseball game. Dad wants me to see the campus.”

“Go Ags!” I said lamely. We both were growing tired of the pressure to choose a college. I understood our parents. We were both eighteen. It was the semester of school and it was time to make some decisions.

She laughed and gave me the basic instructions on taking care of the cat. “You know Mom,” she laughed. “She’ll have a detailed list of instructions for you on the kitchen table.”

“I look forward to reading it,” I said with a smirk. Her Mom was major OCD and we all knew it. I always told Abby she’d pick it up too but she always denied it. We said our goodbyes and I went back inside.

The next morning found me sitting at Abby’s kitchen table reading a three-page list of instructions on my responsibilities over the weekend. Seriously. Three pages on how to turn the lights on, check the mail, and feed the cat. Sheesh!

Anyway, I did my job. As I waited for the cat to finish eating, I wandered around the house. Pictures of Abby were everywhere, outnumbering the pictures of her younger brother. Second-kid syndrome. I suffered from it as well. It’s never as easy to do things with the second or third kid.

I was bored. Plus it was weird being alone in their house. I checked on the cat and she was eating very slowly.

Sigh.

So I walked upstairs to Abby’s room.

It smelled of her.

There was a bra hanging from her closet doorknob.

It was pink.

It was silky to the touch.

Curiously, I pulled it up to my nose to smell it. It smelled of…I don’t know…some kind of powder? And it smelled of Abby.

Suddenly it hit me. This bra had touched Abby’s tits! Her nipples rested right against the silky fabric!

My cock quickly grew stiff and hard in my shorts. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I pulled the bra to my lips and kissed the fabric where her nipples would touch.

My cock throbbed.

I looked around the room and spied her dresser. If her naked breasts had pressed against the bra, then logic would tell me that her panties had been against her pussy.

Abby’s pussy.

I opened the first drawer on the left. Socks.

I opened the drawer next to it. There, neatly folded were her panties. Oh, wow. Abby’s panties.

I repeated the process I had done with the bra with the first pair of panties. I sniffed them. I kissed them. There wasn’t a lot to them. The thong really only had fabric in the front and at the crotch, so I focused on that area. I couldn’t really tell if I was smelling Abby, or just the fabric softener or the smell of her dresser Escort Kemer drawer.

I reached down and adjusted my throbbing cock.

You can no doubt predict what happened next. In seconds, I had my shorts and underwear at my ankles and I had wrapped the silky fabric of Abby’s thong around my cock. It felt so good as the silky material slid across my engorged cock.

I wasn’t really thinking about what I was doing, I was just caught up in the moment, stroking away. It didn’t take long until I was breathing heavy and shooting my hot cum out onto Abby’s floor. When I cum, I grip my cock hard and squeeze it, then I pump it rapidly a few times and squeeze it each time it jets out of me. Although I didn’t cum on her panties, they were wet from my pre-cum. It was the combination of my pre-cum and the silkiness of her thong that brought me over the edge.

When I finally released my cock, I saw the mess I’d made across her wood floor and a bit onto her small rug. The floor I could clean with a paper towel, but then I noticed the wet stains on her thong.

Damn. It was like they were going to come home right then and find me. I panicked and ran into the bathroom with the panties. First I wiped them with toilet paper, but that just smeared it. Then I took the hand towel and pressed it down hard, hoping I could dry it. I got it dried up as best as I could, then I buried it deep underneath the rest of her panties.

I cleaned up the floor and then went quickly downstairs. I finished up with my duties for the cat and then locked up and left.

Three hours later I was in Abby’s room again.

This time, knowing I was all alone, I stripped naked and laid down on her bed. I chose two pairs of panties this time. I left one on my face, breathing in the clean scent of the fabric, and used the other to wrap around my cock and slide it up and down. The time before I had been standing when I came, shooting my load out in jets onto the floor. This time, I was so totally into the moment that I didn’t think about the end result of my jacking-off with Abby’s panties. When I finally came with a “bang-my-head-against-the-mattress” powerful orgasm, my juice landed on me and also on the panties wrapped around my cock.

When I finally got my breathing back, I realized my mistake. It was a huge sticky mess. I slowly got up and walked to her bathroom. The panties were soaked. I tried wiping them clean but finally gave that up and soaked them under the running water. I got them clean but now the question entered my mind as to what to do with them now?

I finally decided to put them in the clothes dryer. I grabbed her towel from the rack and put it into the dryer downstairs along with her panties. I set it for thirty minutes and locked up. I would simply put them back in the morning when I came over to feed the cat again. Problem solved.

The next morning I awoke and had breakfast with Mom and Dad, then Kemer Escort Bayan I headed next door to Abby’s house. I used my key at the backdoor and went through the process of turning off porch lights and taking care of the cat and other assignments her Mom had set out for me to do. When I was finally finished, I went to the dryer to check on the panties. I opened the door and leaned down to retrieve the panties and the towel I’d put in there yesterday.

They were gone.

“What the hell?” I said in a loud whisper. Impossible. I actually stuck my head into the dryer to see if they were caught on the drum.

Nope.

“Shit!” I said in a loud whisper.

I turned and left the laundry room and stumbled into the kitchen trying to figure it out. I slowly moved into the den and looked upstairs. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.

I slowly began climbing the stairs. My heart was pounding. I was hoping and praying that it was Abby that had found the panties. If it was her parents I was a dead man walking. If it was Abby, I’d have to try and explain.

I moved slowly forward until I was looking around the doorframe into Abby’s room. She was sitting on her bed with a smirk of a smile on her face. She was wearing one of the t-shirts that she sleeps in and she looked absolutely beautiful. An angel. An angel twirling a pair of panties on her finger.

She smiled at me and said, “Thomas Allen Smith, I just can’t wait to hear your explanation.”

As she said that and continued twirling the panties, I couldn’t help but notice the slight movement underneath her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra!

“Tommy? Hello?” I heard her say, gaining my attention again. “I’m waiting to hear your story. I caught a ride home with Sherry down the street. She was coming home and I didn’t want to stay for the game. So I come home and check the laundry and found these in there with a towel. Care to explain?”

I looked at this gorgeous young woman, my best friend since forever. I couldn’t lie to her.

“I’m sorry, Abs.” I told her. “I jacked-off using your panties. I made a mess.”

She smiled back at me. “That’s what I thought. Well, it took me a few minutes, but that’s the only answer I could come up with.”

“I’m sorry, Abs.” I said again.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “So…show me.”

“Whhhattt…?” I stammered.

“Show me,” she repeated. “Show me how you do it.”

I stared back at her with a blank look on my face.

“Here!” she said and tossed the panties too me. I caught them and held them against my chest.

Abby stood up, and a thoughtful look crossed across her face.

“Wait a sec,” she said. “Those are cold. Here use these.”

As I stood there, my cock thickening, Abby reached underneath her long t-shirt and pulled down the panties she was wearing. It was quite possible the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I stared down at her bare legs as she slowly pulled one foot out and then the other. She stood back up straight and tossed the panties to me.

They were warm, almost hot to the touch.

“Now…” She said softly but firmly.

In control.

Her eyes met mine.

“Do it for me.”

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Anthony was a tough guy among his friends, brown hair, hazel eyes, 6’2″, typical, they always thought he had experienced everything, well, what he had told them that he’d experienced. The truth of the matter was that he was a man that had experienced the very basics of things. He’d get drunk and tell them that he’d given his last girlfriend Kelly “anal treatment”, the next morning just knowing he had told another lie, but who cared? Anthony was an average guy, it was simply his lifestyle, a hypocritical lifestyle, he worked for a political Party, he focused on being successful, not a ladies man.

In truth, Anthony was lucky to meet Kelly, but after they split he attempted, briefly, to move on; it didn’t work… he split with her, but he contemplated night and day the possibility that they would rekindle their romance.

“Pint tonight? It’s the World Cup Final.” Mike said.

Mike was a close friend that Anthony had known since childhood and Anthony wasn’t one to pass up going out to pass the time, get over Kelly…

“Sure, you call the time and the place, I couldn’t care less.”

“Okay, The White Stallion at 20:00, we’ll just have a few, the Germans will have it over in forty-five minutes anyway.”

Anthony, Antalya Escort ever the most presentable person headed there in his fourth most expensive suit, sticking out from the crowd in a pub of modern day left-wing middle-class white British. Just an average quiet Sunday night on Merseyside.

Mike wasn’t much of a drinker, he didn’t have many prospects either, but his dad owned a company that had managed to take off and Mike once he came of age had a job within the company just to tide himself over.

At the White Stallion though, Anthony’s old school friend Alan worked. Alan was the perfect friend, loyal, responsible, intelligent. Anthony only recently had a disagreement on political views with him, but it wasn’t a major distraction.

Anthony had had his eyes on one of the barmaids for a while, she was cute, brown hair in a pony tail, she danced to every song that came on behind the bar; even while she was pouring a drink. Ant wanted this girl, he thought of her, not as a replacement, but as a wildcat.

The night wore on, Anthony spoke to the barmaid for hours, the conversation seemed to spring back to his political job each and every time; a boring topic, Ant knew it, he wanted to establish something Antalya Escort Bayan based on music or anything, history, anything but his work…

“Listen, I get off at eleven, you’re boring me to my skull, if you don’t want to leave with me you’re an idiot.”

Ant suddenly heard from beside him.

This was Jess, she was what he thought ‘out of his league’, he hadn’t given her an ounce of thought.

“I’m finished.”

She said half an hour later.

“Mine or yours?” She said.

“Uh, mine?”

Anthony held out, he wanted to have some fun, he was secretly in awe in Jess’ confidence, so he wanted to go along for the ride…

Once back at his, Ant lead her upstairs, but he was only able rise his usual protocol of stripping himself down before he looked across the room and noticed that Jess was completed naked. Jess was black haired and blue eyed, a typical girl with Irish heritage, a firm body, she was smooth shaven and with full pert breasts.

Jess grinned, “I’m taking what’s mine, aren’t I?”

“Uh?” Anthony heard, but was simply stunned.

“This’ll be fun, lie down, just do what I say.”

Ant complied, lied on his back and waited.

Jess mounted Escort Antalya Ant’s chest and moved up towards his face.

“You know what I want.” she said.

“Uh…”

“Just…” *sigh* “Stick your tongue out and I’ll do the rest.”

Ant stuck his tongue out and Jess mounted his face. While Ant’s heart was beating 100 miles per hour Jess started to grind, Jess gripped his hair, she placed her pussy over his mouth, she made sure his tongue was inside her and that her clit was attend to by his nose and went to work.

“You’re really good at this.” she only said in reassurance.

Anthony could only mumble with his priorities complete focused on eating pussy.

“Just keep going, I’m almost there, you’ll learn.”

Anthony tried to pull away and ask a question… this only invited a slap across the face from Jess.

“Never stop a woman from orgasm, you’re going to have a punishment after that…” she said as she stuffed his nose into her clitoris.

“YES!, OH, FUCK IT! YES! YES!

SUCK MY FUCKING CUNT!”

Jess was tightly clenching her thighs around Ant’s head now, sending him almost to sleep.

“DON’T STOP, KEEP YOUR MOUTH THERE, KEEP GOING!”

Jess surprised Ant with an explosion of ejaculate, his face complete wet, his ideology tested, she screamed out,

“SWALLOW EVERYTHING YOU CAN, I WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE.”

She removed her grip while Anthony got comfortable, and Jess threw her leg over him to make sure that he knew… he was on call.

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The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you!

Although this story is titled as part 2, it is not necessary to read part 1 before enjoying this one.

A while ago I spun a little fantasy about what might happen if I followed through on a half-baked plan to go to a private modeling studio and get a two-girl show. Of course, since it was just a fantasy, I indulged myself and came up with an unlikely scenario that essentially turned a lesbian show into a three-way fuck. The idea that the fantasy was actually achievable is quite a turn on for me, and I hope for my readers! Therefore, I’ve decided to spin another tale, another potentially real-life situation.

Just to give some background to those who missed my first tale, I’m a guy with an obsession with lesbian sex and a frigid wife. Not that I expect my wife to invite another woman into our bed, I’d just like her to enjoy plain old recreational sex. We get frisky every month or so, and she pretty much just lies there, won’t try anything the least bit exotic, and doesn’t seem to have a single erogenous zone on her entire body. For someone like me, who still has an eighteen-year-old libedo in a thirty-year-old shell, that’s just not good enough! So, I spend a lot of time on the internet jerking off, and lately I’ve become more and more interested in the idea of going out and getting from a pro what my wife won’t give me.

One way I could achieve this, it occurs to me, is to go on a business trip somewhere where prostitution is legal. The company I work for has offices in Florida, Vegas, and New Orleans, and while I’m not completely sure of the legality of whoring in such places, I know that it is definitely available. So, dear readers, indulge me if you will in another fantasy episode, one where I find myself with an overnight layover in Las Vegas…

* * * * *

“So there’s no flights out to Houston until morning, what with all the rain. I’m stuck here for the night.”

“Oh, poor you,” my wife said half-mockingly over the phone. “Trapped in Las Vegas all by yourself. Whatever will you do?”

Nothing you’ll ever find out about, I thought to myself. “Well, I might go drop twenty or forty bucks on a blackjack table, but I’m actually pretty tired. I’ll probably be in bed before eleven.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then. Love you!”

“I love you too,” I said truthfully. (As a side note, I do love my wife dearly. Except for the sex thing, she’s everything I could ever want in a woman. But don’t be too quick to condemn me as a jerk and a cad until you’ve been as frustrated as I, having tried for five years to spice up the sex life and had it all go to nothing.)

I hung up the phone. Unfortunately, I didn’t really have much in the way of spending cash – I hadn’t come to Vegas expecting to stay more than an hour between flights. The forty I intended to gamble could have bought me a cover charge and a lapdance, but that was about it, and that just wouldn’t be good enough. I couldn’t use a credit card – my wife does the finances. So, the only hope I had of turning my layover into a lay was to get lucky at the tables.

To make a long story short, I left the blackjack table with a little over $800 in my pocket. Luck had indeed smiled on me!

Anyone who’s been to Vegas knows that it’s easy to find adult entertainment; you just walk down the strip and collect flyers that people pass out on the street corners. By the time I’d strolled from the Excalibur to the Stratosphere, I had an impressive stack. I took the monorail back to my hotel and started flipping through them, looking for something that sounded fun. I also wanted to make sure I didn’t get hit with a scam, and this is where my experience surfing the net for porn came in handy – many of the ads had pictures I recognized as being professional porn stars, not escorts, so I dismissed them out of hand (if they were dishonest about their pictures, who knew what else they lied about?). I avoided the ones that were way too expensive, as I wanted to make sure I had some money to tip for extra services. I thought long and hard (pun intended) about hiring two girls, but there would be an occasion for that later and I thought it best to proceed a step at a time.

I eventually found what I was looking for, an “escort service” that charged $300 for a two-hour session. I figured that that would leave me with plenty left over for a tip and some extra cash to bring home. They also had a website, which I accessed with my laptop and found some pictures of the girls that looked realistic enough that I felt I wouldn’t get scammed. It sounded like I’d found my entertainment for the evening! The thrill of excitement and anticipation made my heart pound as I dialed the number from my bed.

I got a recording. “Good evening, and thank you for calling Diana’s Vegas Escorts. Başakşehir Escort In a moment, you will be connected to one of our operators. Please note that you must be eighteen years of age to use our services, and that all information is held in the strictest confidence. Stay on the line… we’ll be with you shortly.”

The voice was breathy and sensuous, enough to let me know that I had found a genuine “full service” escort agency and not one that actually provided a professional no-funny-business date for the evening. I waited with my mouth growing dry and my cock twisting in my pants.

“Hello, Diane’s Vegas Escorts. This is Veronica, may I help you?”

I tried to swallow, but there was nothing there. “Hi, I’d like to request an escort for the evening, please.”

“Certainly. May I have your credit card information for age verification and to hold your appointment?”

I had expected this, but it made me nervous – the wife might see the records. “Is the billing discreet?” I asked.

“Of course, all billing is done under the name of DVS Services and looks exactly like an ATM charge. We will run your card for the amount of twenty-one dollars so that it appears you simply withdrew that from your account in cash, and you may deduct the twenty from the service charge if you wish.”

I knew I might be scammed, but I decided to take the risk, and gave my card number. I was already spinning a story in my head for how I’d explain it to the wife (Honey, look, I won at the tables, but then I locked up the cash in my room safe and totally forgot to keep a twenty in my pocket for dinner, so I had to use the ATM!).

“Thank you, sir. Now, what can we do for you? Did you have a preference for what sort of woman we should send?

I took a deep breath. I had done some research before jumping into this, and had learned a little about some of the dos and don’ts. One thing I knew not to do was to make any mention of sex – that would get me hung up on quickly. I assumed that they would also be put off by such euphemisms as “Full Service” or even “uninhibited”. One of the reasons I was asking for only one woman was that I really had no idea of how to get across the idea that I wanted a lesbian show without coming out and saying it.

I had decided in advance that I would be honest about my “virginity” and trust that they’d be more interested in treating a potential repeat customer than they would be in scamming a newbie. “I’ve never hired an escort before,” I said. “So I’d like somebody who’s accustomed to dealing with new customers, you know, someone who can help me stay comfortable and relaxed, with an open personality.”

“That’s great! We’re certainly pleased that you chose to use our services tonight, with so many to pick from. Are there any specific physical attributes that you would prefer?”

I felt strange, as if I were ordering from a catalog or something, but it was also rather exciting. “I prefer women with large breasts,” I said, “and a narrow waist and long legs appeal to me as well. I’d also like to have some idea of how to make her evening as pleasant as possible, so once you have someone for me, I’d like to know what her favorite flowers are, if she has a favorite wine, that sort of thing.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you, I know your escort will be pleased. What time should she arrive?”

It was a little after eight by my watch. “Would a two-hour appointment from ten o’clock to midnight be doable?”

“Absolutely. It looks like Desiree is available tonight, I think she would be perfect for you. Can you leave a number she can reach you at?”

“She’ll call me, then?” I hadn’t expected that.

“We just set the appointments. It’s up to our individual escorts to call you and arrange the details. Of course, if you don’t receive a call within the next half hour, you can call us back and we’ll make new arrangements. But Desiree always calls, don’t worry!”

“Can you tell me about her preferences, you know, for wine and flowers?”

“Of course, I’m sorry. Desiree prefers red roses and champagne, and she likes romantic saxophone music.”

I hadn’t thought of the music. Fortunately, I had my laptop with its mp3 collection, and I knew I could put together something. “Well, I guess we’re all set then,” I said. I gave the hotel room number.

“Thank you for calling Diana’s Vegas Escorts. Enjoy your evening!”

* * * * *

I deliberately chose not to look up Desiree’s pictures on the escort agency’s website, preferring to be surprised. Waiting for her call taxed my nerves fairly severely. I sat and figeted, unable to pass the time by watching TV, unable to do much at all in fact except sit and let my legs shake themselves off.

When the phone did ring five years later (minutes, years, whatever) I just about jumped through the ceiling. I swallowed hard, picked it up, and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Desiree,” said the pleasant voice at the other end. “Is _______ there?”

“This Başakşehir Escort Bayan is he,” I said as calmly as possible.

“I’m calling because you made an appointment with Diane’s Vegas Escorts, is that correct?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I’ve been waiting for your call.”

“Well, wait no longer,” she said coyly. “I understand this is your first time hiring an escort, is that correct?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we’re going to have a great time tonight. Just so we have all the business taken care of, I charge $300 for two hours of my time, and tips are welcome at your discretion. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Definitely.”

“Great! Did you have any special plans?”

I had hoped to fuck your pussy deep and hard, I thought to myself. “I really just wanted some companionship tonight. I’m on a business trip and feeling a little lonely. A couple of hours in the company of a charming woman seemed like an excellent way to spend the evening.”

“Sounds lovely,” she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I can be there at ten o’clock. I’m really looking forward to meeting you!”

“The feeling is mutual,” I said, and hung up. I had an hour and a half to get ready.

* * * * *

By quarter to ten, I had everything set. A bottle of bubbly chilled in an elegant ice bucket on a stand, provided by the hotel. Two crystal flutes stood nearby. A vase with a dozen red roses stood between them, and I had placed an additional flower on the pillow of the nearby bed, hoping that the subtle statement would make clear what my intentions were for the evening. I had neglected to ask about scented candles, but I figured that candlelight would be welcome so I lit a dozen of them around the room. I was dressed all in black, freshly showered and shaved, spritzed with Drakkar and ready for action. My research had told me that escorts expect their customers to be clean and to do a little preparation – not that I wouldn’t have showered anyway, but I was grateful that I had done the preliminary work so that I had some idea of what was expected of me, what to say, and what not to say.

I forced myself to relax, tossed down a shot of peppermint schnapps to calm my nerves and sweeten my breath at the same time, and waited.

At about five minutes after ten, I began to get somewhat nervous. Just as I was making up my mind to give her until 10:15 to show up before I called the agency, I heard a knock at the door. This was it!

I checked myself one last time in the mirror, feeling as nervous as a teenager on his junior prom night, and opened the door with a trembling hand.

There she was.

Her appearance surprised me; for some reason, I had been expecting a Caucasian woman. Desiree was black, more of a deep mocha skin tone than a dark chocolate. Her eyes were golden brown, and her lips were full and touched with dark, dark red. Her hair was straight and long with a blonde highlight running from her forehead all the way back. Her tight, wine-colored evening gown stretched tight around her sculpted body, especially over her generous round breasts which stood well out from her slim figure. In her five-inch heels, she stood with her eyes just about level with my chin (I’m a tall guy).

She was very beautiful, very sexy, and exciting.

“I think you like what you see,” she said with a wry smile. I realized that I’d been staring like a schoolboy, and flushed with embarrassment.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting such a lovely woman,” I replied in what I hoped was a suave manner.

She giggled lightly. “Aren’t you the charmer?” she said.

“Please, come in,” I invited.

Desiree entered the room, and it seemed to me that she deliberately gave me a fine view of her round and firm bottom. I’m not much of an ass guy, but hers was definitely a piece of work whether one is into that or not. I offered by way of gesture to take her coat (black fur) and she slid gracefully out of it, revealing smooth, dark shoulders. I hung her coat by the door and joined her by the champagne bucket.

“Someone’s done their homework,” she said with a smile when she saw the roses and champagne. “Very thoughtful of you. I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

“I certainly hope so,” I said as I extracted the bottle and twisted out the cork with a gentle -pop-. She took the filled glass I offered and clinked with mine.

“What shall we drink to?” she asked.

“A most enjoyable evening,” I said. “At the moment, I don’t feel like thinking any further ahead than that.”

“Sounds good to me,” she sparkled, and sipped her champagne through luscious lips.

“I’d rather not be preoccupied with payment either,” I said, “so just know that the agreed hourly fee is on the dresser, there.”

She nodded briefly, and I was glad to have that out of the way. “Let’s get to know each other a little, shall we?” she asked, and sat down. I took the other chair and sipped champagne. I knew that she Escort Başakşehir was going to need to scope me out a bit, make sure I was on the level and that I was a customer she’d be willing to deal with; I just hoped it wouldn’t take too long! “What brings you to Vegas?”

“A layover gone wrong,” I answered. “I was planning on being here for an hour and got stuck overnight.”

“How very fortunate,” she said with a wink and a smile. “How’d you do at the slots?”

“Never touch the things. I’m a blackjack man. I did well enough, came back a little richer than when I left.” I didn’t want to name amounts, as I figured she might be trying to figure out how much of a tip she could work out of me.

“Oh, good for you! It’s fun to win in Vegas.”

“More fun than losing, definitely.”

We both chuckled a bit. I knew that she was essentially paid to laugh at my wit and to pretend she was fascinated with me, but I could live with that for one evening.

“So, I understand you’ve never hired a professional escort before?” she asked.

“Never.”

“Mm. You know, I can’t help but find that a little exciting. And just so you know, you’re doing great so far.” She sipped her champagne and relaxed in her chair a bit. “You really know how to treat a woman right.”

It was just more flattery, but my male ego couldn’t help but swell a little bit. “I would imagine that a beautiful woman like yourself inspires men to be at their best.”

“Thank you!” she said with a bright smile. “You’re such a charmer. I think our little toast to an enjoyable evening was right on target. We’re going to have an absolutely fabulous time, sugar.”

Soon, I hope, I thought to myself. I didn’t mind a little small talk, but that wasn’t what I was paying her for.

Fortunately, Desiree seemed to come to the conclusion that I’d impressed her enough. “Tell you what, honey; I’m going to go freshen up a bit. Why don’t you get nice and comfortable for me, and I’ll be right back.”

She stood up and sexed her way into the bathroom. I knew that “get comfortable” meant get naked; I had read that on a helpful website about escort etiquette. To protect herself from a sting operation, she had to let me be the one who initiated sex. I tossed down the rest of my champagne and stripped out of my clothes, tossing them out of sight into the closet. Since I felt terribly exposed with nothing on, I draped a pillowcase across my lap, figuring I could toss it aside quickly if need be. It pitched like a tent over my stiffening rod.

After a couple of minutes, Desiree came back out, still dressed. I wondered for a moment if I hadn’t done something terribly wrong, but the look on her face instantly told me otherwise. Her smiling lips were now panting and heavy, her eyes smouldering, her hands stroking her own body through her dress. Her eyes dropped to the pillowcase on my lap, and she raised an eyebrow at me and walked around to the back of the chair.

I got the hint. The pillowcase was tossed aside.

I felt cool, delicate hands on my bare shoulders, and a warm breath in my ear as Desiree slid around in front of me and knelt with her knees on either side of my chair, straddling my lap. “What gets you hot?” she asked in a voice an octave lower than her conversational tone.

“At the moment, you do,” I replied, too nervous to say what I really meant.

“Do you like my body?”

“Very much.”

“Go on, then…” She thrust her breasts toward me in a clear invitation.

I reached up and laid a hand on each of her luscious mounds, and felt a certain tension break. With that touch, I had committed myself to our little escapade and made clear my intent. There would be no more dancing around the issue.

“Do you want to tell me what you like, or should I just take it from here?” she asked.

“I…” Swallowing hard, I tried to say the words that just wouldn’t come. “I’ve heard that escorts won’t usually do this, but I really like deep tongue kissing, and you have the most incredible lips…”

“Most won’t,” she agreed. “But… I do.”

Her last words were whispered half an inch away from my own lips, and I eagerly met her mouth and felt her probing tongue a moment later. I had never kissed a black girl before, and her full and luscious lips were like nothing I’d ever felt. Her tongue swam deliciously around in my mouth, thrusting deeply in a way that drove me nearly wild. My wife would never kiss this way, and the few times I had felt such a deep kiss had fired me up so much I could barely hold my load. Desiree topped them all.

After what seemed like an eternity and a heartbeat at the same time, she disengaged from me and stood up, turning her back. “I need some help with my zipper,” she whispered.

I stood up behind her and pulled her zipper down as slowly as I could stand, not wanting to break the tensely erotic mood she had created. Over her shoulder, I could see the dress slowly slide down in the front, revealing more and more of her fabulous globes. I had known from the first touch that they were “enhanced”, but the sheer size of them turned me on no matter that they were mostly fake. The zipper went all the way down to her ass, and when I was finished she leaned slightly forward to let her dress simply fall off her body.

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As she rolled her sheer black stocking up over her calf, smoothing them straight around mid-thigh, Cat thought about her upcoming date. Just because she was between men at the moment, she’d allowed her best friend to set her up on a blind date. What was she thinking? As she lifted her other leg and began rolling the stocking up, she looked at herself in her mirror. Why she had difficulty with men she couldn’t figure out. Standing, hands on her hips, she looked herself over. To her own way of thinking, she was what men liked. Average height, curvy in all the right ways. She kept her dark brown hair cut just to her shoulders and her blue eyes were what she thought of as her most attractive feature. Granted, most men usually overlooked her eyes and went straight to her round 42DD chest. Her bust had always been both her blessing and her curse. But because she was curvy, her chest didn’t overwhelm the rest of her. Cocking her head to the side, she gave herself one last look before she grabbed her siren red bra and wrestled her mounds into the snug cups. Slipping into matching panties, Cat shook her head and finished getting dressed.

Just as she was slipping the zipper up on the back of her black dress, the doorbell rang. Sliding her feet into her heels, she spritzed herself with a little perfume and headed out of the bedroom. Whatever she had been thinking, it was a little too late now. He was here. As Cat opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised to find the man standing on the porch. A shot of arousal went through her so fast she nearly stopped breathing. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

The first thing that caught Ryan’s attention when the door opened was the bright blue eyes looking back at him. He’d always had a weakness for brunettes with blue eyes and these eyes made Courtney Cox-Arquette’s look like nothing special. He smiled stupidly, completely forgetting to introduce himself until she stuck out her hand. Only then did he remember the bouquet of daisies he’d brought along. He grasped her soft, smooth hand as he introduced himself, resisting the strong urge to give her the once-over, then handed her the daisies. Her smile broadened and he was instantly smitten.

She invited him in so that she could put the flowers in water before they left. As she led him to the kitchen, he got a chance to look over her voluptuous figure. He made a mental note to remember to thank their mutual friend, who knew that Cat was exactly the type of woman he was most attracted to. They made small talk as she got the bouquet set up in a vase, then she thanked him with a quick kiss on the cheek. The feeling of her lips against his skin combined with her scents (shampoo, perfume and, maybe, pheromones?) gave him a quick surge of blood into his cock. They both blushed, perhaps both feeling similar reactions.

“Shall we, then?” Ryan asked, trying to distract himself before he pitched a full woody in his slacks.

Grabbing her slim purse, Cat cast her eyes downward, trying to get another look at Ryan. He was just the type of man she always fell hard for. A little over average height, green eyes the color of spring grass and a mouth that looked dangerous. Yep, she really liked that mouth. As she stepped up to his car and he opened her door, Cat felt a shiver run along her spine. What would that mouth taste like? What would it feel like on her skin? As Ryan climbed into the driver’s seat and started for the restaurant, Cat tried to get her feelings under control. She’d just met him and already she was thinking about what his mouth would feel like. She knew he was thinking along the same lines. At least, she was pretty sure considering the bulge in his pants.

Over dinner, Cat tried to keep her mind on their small talk. As Ryan finished telling her a story about his co-workers, Cat sipped her wine and smiled. Unconsciously, Cat ran her tongue over the rim of her wine glass, savoring the smokey flavor of the liquid. Leaning forward, laughing at his story, Cat didn’t notice the tiny strap over her right shoulder slide just a little down her arm, giving Ryan an even greater view of her ripe cleavage. She didn’t notice until he reached out and with the tips of his fingers slowly pushed the misbehaving strap into place. At the touch of his fingers on her skin, Cat heated. Her panties were drenched with anticipation. Could she really do what she was thinking, what she was wanting, after only having met him?

Ryan felt as though he was doing a monumental job of staying focused. Each time he got a glimpse of Cat’s pink tongue, he almost went off track thinking about sucking on it and feeling it slide up his rigid shaft. There was no doubt that there was a definite chemistry between them; in fact, he was almost surprised that there weren’t visible sparks jumping through the air between them. He had been semi-rigid since she’d first kissed his cheek, thankful now for the tablecloth to cover it, but when the shoulder strap of her black dress slid down just enough to show him a bit more of the milky white flesh of her large Güngören Escort globes, he was fully rigid. Had she done that intentionally? He wasn’t sure, but he reached over to push it back in place before he burst out of his pants and sent the table flying across the room.

Her skin felt just as soft as he’d imagined it would so he started praying that he’d have the opportunity to kiss every square inch of it. As he gazed into her blue eyes, his own eyes suddenly got wide as he felt her toes massaging his cock under the table.

Cat watched across the table as Ryan’s eyes glowed bright. She couldn’t resist. She had to know if he was feeling the same thing. And apparently he was. She’d started the slow climb with her toes along his leg. Ryan hadn’t noticed. When she reached the top of his thighs, Cat was just taking a sip of wine when her toes found their holy grail. He was hard, bulging in fact. Curling her toes, Cat dragged her foot down the length of his tool. Curving her lips into a seductive smile, Cat rubbed her foot up and down his rock hard cock. She appreciated the length of him, and how hard he was. Applying firmer pressure, Cat continued to massage his cock through his pants. Ryan’s face was flush, his eyes big and bright, his breathing harder.

“I think we should go. What do you think?” Her voice was a soft whisper as her foot slid over his thigh and back to his throbbing member. With each caress of her foot, Cat felt her own body responding to the sweet torture. Her pussy was tingling, aching to be touched. Her breasts were sensitive against the edge of the table. Her nipples pressed hard against the material of her dress.

Ryan paid the check and quickly helped Cat from the table. As she rose, Cat looked down at his tenting pants. Ryan laid his arm around her waist, walking with her just barely in front of him, providing him cover for his rigid cock. As they approached the car, Cat knew she couldn’t wait to taste him anymore. Turning slowly, her hands resting on his chest, she pushed them up to his shoulders. Cat pressed her body seductively against his, her breasts rubbing against Ryan’s chest.

“Kiss me, Ryan. Taste me.”

With his hands on her curvaceous hips, he lowered his head, bringing his lips toward hers as he closed his eyes. Her lips were soft and the flavor of the wine had lingered in her mouth, which he determined as she parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside. His hands slid down from her hips to her ass while their tongues explored each other’s mouths and he pulled her against the throbbing bulge in his pants. Cat pulled him as she moved backward against his car, pulling him against her, his stiffness pressing against her abdomen. He had to move his hands off her ass to avoid getting them trapped against the car, so he slipped them up to fondle her substantial tits.

The parking lot was deserted, so they continued to make out, their respective arousals intensifying. While exploring her mouth with his tongue, fondling her breasts and pressing his hardness against her, Ryan kept thinking of Cat’s last words. “Taste me” continued to echo through his mind until her realized that, although he was tasting her, he wanted to taste her more intimately. Adjusting his position just slightly, he let one of his hands move up under her skirt to the front of her panties. While he was pleased to find the material considerably damp, he was also intrigued by the lack of texture above her pussy. He could only slide his fingers up and down a few times, his cock growing impossibly harder, before he pulled his lips from hers and dropped down into a squat in front of her. He raised the hem of her skirt, which she took from him and held up, then, after admiring the skimpy, siren red panties, he took them at the sides and began to slide them down. The skin surrounding her pussy was bare and smooth.

The cool night air caressed Cat’s naked pussy as Ryan pushed her panties down around her ankles. With Ryan’s help, she stepped out her panties and watched as he lifted them to his nose and then stuffed them in his pocket.

Not caring if anyone was watching, Cat waited, wishing with each passing second that Ryan would touch her again. She wanted his mouth, his tongue, his fingers, all of him. Looking down, Cat watched as Ryan leaned in, his face unbearably close to her thighs. His hands slid up her thighs to her hips, holding her in place as he breathed in her scent. When the tip of his rough tongue finally touched her, Cat nearly collapsed.

Gently nudging his head further between her legs, Ryan shifted Cat’s legs apart. Her pussy was wet. His tongue flicked over her, making Cat bite her bottom lip, trying to hold back her moan. As Ryan’s mouth moved over her pussy, licking and sucking every delicious drop of her, Cat moaned and thrust her hips forward. Fucking his face, Cat felt her first orgasm begin to build. Wound tight, she exploded as Ryan pushed his tongue between her lips and scooped up to suckle her aching clit.

Releasing her dress as Ryan pulled Escort Güngören back from her, his mouth wet and dripping with her juices, Cat looked down at him. “My turn.” Pulling Ryan up by his shirt, Cat swung around, pushing him up against the car. Her mouth went to his, kissing and licking her flavor from him as her hands undid his belt and pants. As her tongue slid inside his mouth, Cat’s hand dipped inside the fly of his pants and cradled his raging hard on.

Sliding down his body, Cat squatted in front of him, her hand pulling his cock free. As her hand molded itself to his shaft, Cat stared at the head, wet with precum. As she lowered her warm mouth to the head, her lips engulfing him, she looked up. Cat’s eyes met Ryan’s as she took her first taste of his cock.

Ryan was pleasantly surprised by how sexually aggressive Cat was. He’d left home that night not expecting more than perhaps a good-night kiss at the end of their date. Now, not only had he devoured her scrumptious pussy, in a parking lot, no less, he was now watching as her lips slid up and down his engorged shaft. He could sense all night that they were equally fired up, her flooded pussy and her quick, intense orgasm only further proving it to him.

Her oral talents were impressive as he enjoyed how she worked her mouth up and down his tool while one hand pumped the base and the other gently fondled his balls. This was going to be a quick orgasm, but undoubtedly a memorable one and likely only the first of many. While appreciating her cocksucking, Ryan was also recalling the taste of her pussy and the feel of her smooth flesh. He only grew harder as he pictured her bare pussy exposed to the night air, the hem of her skirt riding up as she hunkered down in front of him.

He knew he’d be enjoying that pussy in every possible way before dawn broke, as well as licking, sucking and fucking Cat’s huge tits. He pumped his hips at her face, feeling his orgasm looming, as he considered what he might even do with her plump ass. Imagining the night ahead, with her completely naked and exposed to him, combined with the talents of her lips, tongue and hands, was all that Ryan could take. Her soft lips slid up and down his swelling cock just a few more times before he started spewing into her mouth. He couldn’t repress the moan of pleasure that slipped from his lips.

Once she’d milked him dry, Cat stood and, noticing that his noisy climax had attracted another couple’s attention, she waved at them. Seeing her stand, they realized what had been going on and laughed knowingly as they got into their car.

The drive back to her house was quiet. The car filled with sexual tension. Neither Ryan nor Cat felt the need to say anything. The appetizer in the parking lot had been just that. A foreshadowing of what was to come.

Cat smiled to herself. And come they would! She glanced over at Ryan and felt her body heat. Just thinking about making love to him all night long was enough to nearly bring her to orgasm. When she’d taken his cock in her mouth for the first time, she’d felt so powerful. His cock was beautiful. Long and thick. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. To feel him thrusting deeper and deeper inside her pussy. She wanted to ride him and even let him do a few things she’d never done before.

Pulling into the driveway, Cat stepped out of the car first and waited for Ryan. Taking his hand, she led him inside and down the hall to her bedroom. Letting his hand go, she walked over to the side of the bed.

“I’ve never done anything like this before, Ryan. I’ve never had sex with a man I’ve just met.” She never took her eyes off of him as she reached up and slowly pushed first one strap and then the other from her shoulders. “But I can’t help myself with you. I have to have you.”

As she unzipped her dress, she let it fall to the floor. Standing in her red strapless bra and heels, Cat let Ryan get a good look at her. She felt horny and wet having his eyes slide up and down her body.

Walking towards him, Cat ran her finger up over his jaw to his lips. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt, opening it for her hands to slide inside over his chest. She flicked her tongue over one taut nipple and then the other. Pushing his shirt off his shoulders, she stripped him. Leaning against him, Cat reached down and unzipped his pants. She’d done this earlier but this time there was no hurry. As she pushed his pants down, his cock sprang up, hard and throbbing. Sliding down, Cat wrapped her fingers around his shaft and flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting him again. With three long licks, she coated his cock and then slid back up his body. With her hand wrapped tight around his cock, slowly pumping him, Cat leaned up to kiss his mouth. Licking his bottom lip with her tongue, Cat whispered, “Do you want to fuck me, Ryan?”

He answered her question by pushing his tongue deep into her mouth, overcome by the passion he was feeling for her. Reaching down, he grasped her bare ass and pulled her soft flesh against Güngören Escort Bayan him, trapping his throbbing member and her hand between them. She released his member and reached around to grab his ass while they made out at the foot of her bed. Sliding his hands up, he unclasped her bra, then stepped back to view the two works of art displayed on her chest.

Cat smiled proudly as Ryan goggled at her succulent breasts. He dropped her bra to the floor and his hands were drawn as if by magnets to her fleshy globes. He ran his hands over the smooth flesh, hefted their substantial weight in his hands and ran his palms over her large, hard nipples before lowering his head and tracing circles around her large aureoles with his tongue and alternately taking each hard nipple between his lips. Cat threw her head back while running her fingers through Ryan’s hair, enjoying his oral stimulation of her aching nipples.

Despite his almost achingly-hard cock, Ryan couldn’t tear himself away from Cat’s tits. His hands were exploring the rest of her curves while his lips and tongue concentrated on her nipples. He slid one hand down over her smooth pussy, eliciting a moan of pleasure as he discovered that she was dripping wet. As he spread some of her juices over her clit with his fingertips, she came almost immediately, this time not being shy about loudly expressing what she was feeling.

When she finally caught her breath after her second intense orgasm of the young night, she took the sides of Ryan’s face between her hands, raised his head, and told him in no uncertain terms that she need him to fuck her.

Stepping back away from him, Cat lay back on the bed. As Ryan stood and watched her, Cat lifted her fingers to her mouth. Slowly she licked the tips of her fingers, her tongue wetting her skin. Smiling up at Ryan, she moved her damp fingers to her aching globes and moistened her hard nipples. Pulling with her fingers, she teased and massaged her tits. She loved the way it felt, the way Ryan was watching her. His hand had dipped down to slowly pump his cock. Moving her hands down her body, Cat spread her legs. When her fingers touched her dripping slit, she arched and moaned. She was so close to exploding. Her breathing grew harder and faster as she slid a finger inside herself. Looking up at Ryan, she begged him to fuck her now. Please.

With two more strokes of his cock, Ryan watched her and then slowly crawled onto the bed. He kissed the inside of her right knee and then her left thigh. His lips lightly touched the top of her pussy, his tongue taking one last lick before he crawled up to her stomach. Ryan’s mouth closed over first one nipple and then the other sucking, pulling her taut nub. As he kissed her neck, Cat felt his rigid cock against her leg. She arched up, meeting his mouth with a hot, wet kiss.

Grabbing his shoulders, Cat held on, her mouth devouring Ryan’s. She felt him reach down between them. Then, he was looking at her, watching her as he pushed the head of his cock between her pussy lips and slowly entered her. Cat moaned, tossing her head to the side as Ryan’s cock split her in two, sliding deep until his balls were snug against her. He stopped, waited, and then pulled back and slammed into her again. Cat’s hands clutched the comforter as her orgasm crested and she screamed.

Ryan paused, then slowly continued sliding in and out of Cat’s pussy while she rode out her intense orgasm. Slipping into her had felt like heaven on Ryan’s throbbing, engorged rod, but feeling her cumming as he was fucking her was indescribable. He watched the expressions of ecstasy on her face until she opened her eyes, gazing up at him with a dazed look. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers again and felt her tongue snake into his mouth.

They made out while he fucked her luscious pussy until he felt as though another orgasm was imminent. He wasn’t ready to be finished and still wanted to play with her colossal tits, so he suggested that she ride him for a while. At this point, Cat would have done anything Ryan asked, so she was game for taking control for a while. He rolled off next to her and watched as she sat up, turned and swung a leg over him, then reached down for his slick, stiff cock.

Ryan couldn’t keep his hands off her tits and was already fondling them before she’d even guided his cock back into her steaming pussy. Once she felt the satisfaction of his meat buried back inside her, she leaned forward so that her tits hung right in his face. As she bounced up and down on his tool, he held her tits still so that he could lick and suck her hard nipples.

Cat arched her head back, swinging her hair away from her face. Ryan’s cock was buried deep in her pussy, deeper than anything had ever been before. She couldn’t believe how out of control she was. Pushing herself up, tearing her tits away from his warm mouth, she ran her hands up and held her breasts together. She was sitting straight on his cock, grinding her hips, pushing herself onto him. As she rode him hard, Cat watched Ryan as she lifted a nipple to her own mouth. Snaking her tongue out, she licked her own nipple, twirling her tongue around it. Ryan thrust upwards, moaning as he watched her. Cat felt another orgasm spiking and clenched her pussy muscles around Ryan’s throbbing cock.

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It feels like yesterday; it seems like too long ago. I was just a boy, 7 years old. My first same-sex experience was more innocent. As a younger boy, maybe 5, a sort of game materialized on a playground. The playground was in this kind of wooded area, out of sight to almost everything else around. A boy that was maybe a year younger and I invented this contest. We would slide down this slide and jump onto this spinning merry-go-round, which had four quadrants with two different colors. Depending on the color that we landed on, we would kiss either each other’s buttcheeks or dick a certain number of times. I liked that game; it felt like we were doing something we shouldn’t, touching or kissing each other’s private parts.

When you are a kid, a year seems like an eternity. So, two years later, I had kind of forgotten about that game. I had moved, and was now in second grade. I met this native Hawaiian boy, Stan. Stan was a few years older than me, I think he was 9. I guess my dad worked with his dad, our moms became friends, and so we became friends. For a while it was just a friendship between two boys… sleepovers, Nintendo, usual boy stuff. Then, one night, I went and slept over at his house, in the basement. We started out doing the normal sleepover things, and then we laid down in our sleeping bags. He said “hey, do you want to try something that I sometimes do with my brother, fooling around?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but he explained: “well, it’s just like, we rub our wieners together and suck on each other’s Sefaköy Escort wieners, and it feels really good.” I wasn’t sure about that; it didn’t sound appropriate, so I was reluctant. But he kept telling me that it was fun, and felt good, and it wasn’t wrong. I grew more intrigued. He asked me to just try it once, and if I didn’t like it we would stop, but he was sure I’d like it. He convinced me. Perhaps I wasn’t so reluctant after all. This was before I knew what ” gay” meant, and how some people looked down upon it. So, we got out of our sleeping bags, and pulled down our pajamas and underwear. Then he got on top of me and started grinding his dick on mine. Wow, it did feel good! We both started to get vocal in a sort of hushed way, moaning softly. Then he stopped and put his warm mouth around my dick and started sucking it like a popsicle. I had never thought about sucking on somebody’s wiener, so this was like opening a new door for me. It was even better than grinding on each other. His warm mouth and saliva, sucking my dick, and at times his teeth would touch my dick, which felt pretty good. He worked on me for a few minutes, and then told me to suck his. Still trying to figure this whole thing out, I asked “you won’t pee in my mouth, will you? Do you promise?” He assured me that he wouldn’t. So, I got face to face with his dick, the concept pretty new to me. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his little dick. I loved it from that second. His dick tasted good, and I liked how it felt in my mouth. Sefaköy Escort Bayan So, I worked on him for a while as he thrusted slightly and moaned quietly. I was enjoying this. But eventually, we switched back to grinding, and then cycled back through sucking each other a few times, before we started to get tired. And then he started making out with me. This was great too, exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues, fighting each other’s tongues. Then we stopped that, he crawled into my sleeping bag with me, and we fell asleep, me in his arms, totally comfortable. The next morning, I took a shower, and he snuck in and showered with me. And then we sucked each other some more, and he took the soap and lathered up his dick and my dick, and we grinded on each other, enjoying the slippery feeling of rubbing against each other.

It quickly became clear that what we did was something kind of grown up, something we shouldn’t tell our parents about, but it was this kind of boy romance and passion that we both wanted. So, we made any excuse to sleepover together on the weekends. More often, he would come to my house. Even though I was an only child, I had a bunk bed. When my mom would come in to check on us and we would go to bed, he would be in the top bunk, and I’d be in the bottom bunk. We would wait a few minutes, and then one of us would say the word, and he would jump down from the top bunk and crawl on top of me, kissing me. Then we would start our routine. On one of those first few sleepover, he said he would do Escort Sefaköy something new, and he started licking my taint and rimming me. Before I could say “whoa, you’re licking my butthole, gross!” I was overcome with how great that felt, too. It was like he knew about all these things, about what felt good, and I figured that he had experimented with his brother a lot. And not long after, I started rimming him, and I was surprised at how not gross it was, and how much I actually liked it. So, we had a repertoire of four things. And because we wanted to do each one as much as possible while we slept over, we developed a system for agreeing on which to do next. The one whose turn it was to decide would snap their fingers a number of times: 1, grinding; 2, sucking; 3, kissing; 4, rimming. The other person would snap their fingers once to agree, twice to disagree. There was never much disagreement. It was strange, we had this morse code system, this democratic system, to decide what to do without saying it… but we would still talk dirty: “yeah, baby, suck it… do you like that?… yeah, oh yeah, sexy…”. Pretty passionate for two kids, not even ten years old.

So, this went on for a while. We got better at knowing how to make each other feel good, and started to abandon our code system. I didn’t know what sex was, exactly, but knew that Stan and I were having sex. And then, after one year, I moved again. But, when you’re young, a year feels like an eternity, so I felt like I got a lot in, during that year.

So, my first story… true story, so since it was a while ago, those were all the things I could remember, so it was kind of a play-by-play. I’m thinking about writing some fiction, with more details. Any feedback is welcome.

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It was January 2005 and I was in the middle of my sophomore year of college. My family came to visit me on a ski trip right after the Christmas and New Year holiday. They rented a very nice townhouse in a higher end area of my town that my college was located. The townhouse consisted of two bedrooms, a very nice kitchen, large living room, deck and one of the bedrooms was a loft that was open to the living room area. There were two bathrooms in the townhouse, one which was located on the first floor that connected the main hallway and the bedroom. In this bathroom there was a steam room that fit about four people, as well as a separate dry sauna. The upstairs bedroom also had a bathroom with a large walk-in glass shower. The complex we were staying in had two very large hot tubs and a heated outdoor pool. One of the hot tubs was marked as an “adult only” hot tub which was nice because we didn’t have to have any younger kids splashing and distracting our enjoyment.

My mom and dad arrived on a Thursday afternoon and my sister arrived in the early evening the same day. Even though I recently saw my family I was excited to have them visiting me at college!

My family is a big ski family and my sister and I have been skiing for as long as I remember. That Thursday was too late to go skiing, however we decided to jump into our bathing suits and hit the hot tub and pool. I remember waiting in the living room for my parents to get their suits on. My sister was changing in the downstairs bedroom, my dad was changing the downstairs bathroom attached to my sisters bedroom, and my mom was changing in the loft bedroom area, which looked down into the living room where I was sitting on the couch. I could see fairly well into the loft and my mom caught my attention as she began to change. She did not hesitate to remove her top and I could see that she was wearing a black lace see-through bra. It immediately gave me flashbacks to when I was younger and I would see her large breasts quite frequently around the house, as well as all the times I got to see her on video getting fucked and sucking cock.

At first I did not know if she realized I could see her or not. She was turned slightly away from me, so the side of her body and part of the front of her chest was facing me. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and then proceeded to unclip her bra in the back, as she shrugged her shoulders she let her bra fall off into and into her arms. She laid her bra to her right, which was away from me, and then started to rub her left shoulder with her right hand. She them moved her right hand down to the front of her left breast and continued to massaged herself. She pinched her left nipple with her right hand, I’m not really sure why, but she pinched her nipple and pulled on it. She did the same to her right breast with her left hand, pulling on it as well. At first I thought that she did not have her nipples pierced any longer, however I could somewhat make out something shiny on her left nipple, since that was the one I could see best. I realized that she probably was reposition her piercing or something. What ever she was doing I could tell it was turning her on and also making her nipples very hard. I started to feel my cock grow in my pants and I couldn’t help but to begin to rub it with my hand. My mom was wearing yoga pants and began to turn more towards her left, which faced me even more. I quickly had a full view of the front of her chest as she bent over to pull down her pants. Her large breast hung heavily, they very perky, yet full. It almost look like she had another boob job since I had seen her nude at our neighborhood Christmas party a couple years prior.

Her body looked just as amazing as it did from the videos I had found when I lived at home. As she slipped off her yoga pants she made no effort to acknowledge me standing below the loft looking up at her. My cock was rockhard at this point and my left hand had found its way totally down the front of my pants with my pointer finger firmly pressing on the hole of my cock rubbing the pre-come on the tip of my dick. As I looked up my mom was totally naked and she turned her back to me and slowly bent over at her waist, giving me a spread shot of her asshole and pussy from behind. It reminded me of the position she was in during one of her videos I had saw of her when she was standing on the brick seating area in front of the fireplace at our family home, when she had a very beautiful butt plug inserted into her asshole. I also saw something shiny from behind and realized that she must still have her pussy pierced.

Just as I thought my cock was going to explode with cum I noticed my dad walk out of the bathroom on the first level. As he walked out he said, “Hey son, what are you up to?!” I immediately froze up. As he commented, my mom looked down from the loft. As she was staring at me, I quickly pulled my hand out of my pants.

It didn’t seem to bother my mom that I could see her changing, as she made no effort to cover-up. She continued to pull her black skimpy bikini bottoms up from her ankles, Halkalı Escort onto her ass, and over her pussy. My dad was wearing his bathing suit and it looked as though his cock had recently hard. He was probably jacking off in the bathroom or spying on my sister, as she quickly walked out of her bedroom right after that.

He had his shirt off so it was easy to see his penis outline in his bathing suit. My sister was wearing a very skimpy string bikini, it wasn’t a thong, but it was pretty damn close. They both proceeded to enter the living room which both gave them full view of my topless mom directly above me. They obviously knew that I could see her changing and they both just laughed.

My sister looked up into the loft and said, “Hurry up mom!” My mom looked down in the mitts of putting her top on and saw the three of us staring at her topless. She had her bikini top on backwards and was buckling in the front. “I am hurrying you guys!” My mom responded as she was , spinning around and pulling her bikini top up, over her breasts and onto her shoulders.

At that moment my sister yelled out, “Did you get new boob job Mom!” My dad chimed in, “She sure did, don’t they look amazing!

At that point I still have yet to put my bathing suit on and everyone was wondering what I was waiting for. My mom had finally come downstairs and said, “Hurry up and change Tram!”

At that point I decided to just change in the living room real quick. I pulled my pants down and I slightly turned away from the loft so my family wouldn’t see my hard cock. Or at least that was my intention. It didn’t really bother me if they saw me naked however it had been a while since they had seen me hard. They could definitely see my ass however. My T-shirt only came down to my waist and I thought my body was blocking my hard cock. I bent over to pull my bathing suit on and pretty much as the same time I heard my sister say, “Tram, do you have a Boner?!?” I couldn’t help it but to chuckle as I pulled on my bathing suit quickly.

My mom came down from the loft and she did not have a cover-up on. You could see her hard nipples poking through her black and gold speckled bikini. My sister also did not have a Cover up on and her busty chest was pouring out of her black bikini top. The unpadded thin fabric of her bottoms allowed for a defining view of her pussy lips.

“You girls need to put something on or you’ll freeze.” My dad said. My mom and sister, both grabbed very short and skimpy robes, they threw them on, and we headed out to the pool and hot tub area.

As we made our way to the hot tub and pool areas I noticed there were two other couples in the adult hot tub. One about my parents age and another approximately my age. We soon found out that they were a family as well. My mom and sister proceeded to use the steps to enter the hot tub and my dad followed, I slipped in at the edge. As I slipped in, I looked down at my shorts, which were a little bit shorter than normal. I noticed my cock was still chubby and it was pretty easy to clearly see my outline of my penis through the fabric of my shorts.

I couldn’t tell from my point of view, but it felt that anyone below me could probably see up my shorts, making my cock head visible to anyone looking. As I watched my mom and sister slowly walk down the stairs of the hot tub I noticed my mom’s left areola, nipple and half of here shiny barbell piercing was exposed, and hanging over the top of her bathing suit. After she got in her and my sister made their way over to me where I was sitting in the hot tub. I couldn’t help but to tell my mom that you could see her nipple.

My dad saw that her nipple was visible to everyone and jokingly told her to pull it down more, my mom smirked at him, not seeming amused. “You might as well take your top off.” My dad said as he was laughing and drinking his drink. The other couples in the hot tub laughed as well, as he made no effort to say it quietly. As he looked as my sister, she quickly said, “Dad don’t even think about asking me to take my top off.” Again, with no effort for her to say it quietly. He replied, “You know me too well hunny.”

This time with the other people in the hot tub laughed a little less. They started to realize we were a family and it seemed to make them a little uncomfortable. Of course my dad had to push the envelope. He “jokingly” pulled down my mom‘s top, exposing her breasts to us, and to everyone in the hot tub. This time only the guys in the hot tub laughed and stared locked on her breasts. My mom was a little embarrassed, but being the playful women that she is, she shook them around a little bit. Mocking what he did, saying over and over, “Is this what your wanted hunny!?!”

She pulled her top back into place and rolled her eyes at him. We settled into the hot tub and we each drank the drinks that we brought with us. They were very strong bourbon drinks, pretty much all bourbon on the rocks. We settled into the hot tub and made small talk with each other and the others on the tub. They finally loosened up a little Halkalı Escort Bayan and even seemed to enjoy our company.

As we got out of the hot tub I saw that my sisters bikini bottoms had pulled all the way up her back, exposing her perfectly round ass. My mom’s bikini bottoms and top became fairly transparent and as she exited you could see a metal object protruding out of the front of her bikini bottoms and her nipples and pierced nipple bar bells were gleaming through her suit. The four people that we left in the hot tub had their jaws dropped and eyes wide.

We made our way back to the townhouse and decided it would be a great idea to take a sauna and steam. My mom went up to the loft to get a towel and my sister went into the bedroom to grab one as well. My dad made a couple or drinks and I proceeded to go into the bathroom to turn the steam room and sauna on. As my dad came around the corner with a tray of drinks, he was completely naked, and had a towel over her shoulder. He tossed me the towel and picked up a new one for himself. He entered the steam room with his drink and said, “Tram, get that suit off and let’s go!” I didn’t realize he was going to go naked, however I followed his lead. I entered the steam room with no clothes on, I was completely naked, and my cock was starting to twitch. I didn’t see how I was going to be able to get through this without getting a raging hard on. We both laid our towels on the steam room bench and sat down across from each other. We each left part of our towel out in the bench to one either side of where we were sitting so my mom and sister would have a place to sit. I got a little nervous as I that mean I would have anything to cover up with in the event I got hard.

As the girls entered the steam room they had towels wrapped around their waist with their chests fully exposed. I could now get a great view of my moms stomach, her huge new boob job, with her shining nipple piercings, as well as my sisters very Perky breasts and pink nipples. This made my cock get extremely hard and as my mom sat to the left of my dad, my sister sat to the right of me.

My mom and my sister look down at my lap and my sister said, “Tram, is there something that you’re excited about?”

I slid my hands onto my lap to try and cover up my hard cock the best I could. I looked over at my dad and he was actually stroking his cock. I couldn’t believe it, he was completely hard!

My mom said, “Tram, don’t worry hunny, look, your father doesn’t care if he has a hard cock!” She then reached over to my dads cock, grabbed her by the base, and sugar around jokingly.

My sister looked back-and-forth at my dad and I and said, “If they are completely naked, then I am going to be named also.” She then proceeded to pull off her towel. She stood up, turned away from us, and pulled off her towel. She then folded the towels and proceeded to lay it on the bench of the steam room. As she laid the towel onto the bench she was slightly bent over exposing her asshole and pussy as she laid her towel folded on the bench. Her asshole looked very white in her slit looked very pink. She must of had recently bleached her asshole It was perfectly colored and shape was amazing.

It seemed like everyone was OK with my dad‘s and my cock being hard. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I decided to grab my cock. I moved my hand up and down making it really hard.

My mom commented on what a nice cock I had and told my sister she should give me a hand, as she proceeded to stroke my dads cock. Without hesitation my sister moved her left hand over my lap and started stroking it up and down. She then positioned her right leg up onto the bench, exposing her pussy to my parents and was still using her left hand to stroke my cock. Her right hand found her pussy and she started to rub her cunt.

My mom did the same thing. She lifted her leg foot up onto the bench seat, exposing her dangling clit piercing and she started pushing firmly down on the top of her clit.

Without asking, I moved my right hand into my sisters lap and took over rubbing her cunt for her. I started to slide my middle finger and ring finger in and out of her pussy.

As I was finger fucking my sister, I took my left leg and position it up on the bench to my left exposing my cock and balls and a little bit of my ass hole.

My mom looked over and mentioned to my sister that it looked like I wanted something else rubbed. As my sister looked over, she said, “It looks like brother bear once his asshole rubbed. Don’t we all! I want my asshole rubbed too!”

She took it upon herself to start rubbing her own asshole, as I was fingering her cunt. With the hand she was using to stroke my cock, she slowly moved it around to the front of my cock under and my balls. She pushed two fingers forcefully into my asshole and I let out a deep moan.

“I thought you might like that Trammy Bear.” My Mom said, as she looked over at her kids playing with each other.

My Dad then said, “this cock is not going to suck itself.” On those Escort Halkalı words my dad, my mom and my sister all looked at me! I was shocked and surprised, however took it upon myself to drop to my knees and stuffed his cock into my mouth. I stuffed it forcefully down my throat. My mom grabbed the back of my head, and moved it up and down on my dad’s cock.

My sister stepped onto the bench that my parents were sitting on. She’s straddled her feet on the left and right of my mom, putting her pussy right in my mom’s face

She started to suck my sisters clit and wrapped one of her hands around my sisters waist and pulled her in tight to her mouth.

As my sister is getting her cunt licked by my mom and I was on my knees sucking my dads cock I heard my sister say, I’m going to cum! I looked up and my mom had two fingers up my sister‘s ass and her face was rubbing back-and-forth on her pussy.

My sister was grabbing my mom by the hair on the back of her head and Holding her mouth firmly against her cunt. I could tell by the look on her face that she was about to explode. She started to squirt her juices all over my moms face. She pulled my moms mouth off of her cunt with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit with her other hand. With every stroke of her clit an explosion of cum squirted from my sisters cunt. It was like a fountain. It projected all over my moms face, splashing on my dad and me as well.

As I continued to suck my dad’s cock he leaned forward and put both hands on my ass cheek. As I kneeled in front of him, he bent down, spread my ass cheeks and then started to rub my ass hole. He then inserted, two or possibly three fingers, into my asshole.

I could feel my asshole filling up and my cock kept getting harder and harder. As he moved his fingers in and out, I felt a tremendous amount of pressure on my prostate, and cum was leaking out of my cock. With every thrust of my dads cock into my mouth I could taste his cum leaking out as it jammed down my throat.

I looked to my right and my sister had joined me on her knees. She started licking my moms shaven pierced pussy and shoving two fingers in her cunt.

I looked up and my mom and dad were kissing. Every so often they would glance down at the kids sucking them. My dad was aggressively fondling her breasts. Pinching her pierced nipples really hard and pulling on them.

My mom was breathing very heavily and looked like she was going to cum. At the same time I glanced at my dad and he looked like he was going to cum as well.

Then I heard my mom say, “Daddy, feed your son your cum.” He looked down at me sucking his cock. He was focusing on sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. My mom brought 1 foot back up onto the bench she was sitting on. She started squeezing and sucking her own tits. My mom looked at my mom and said, “let’s give our kids some cum.” I heard my dad say “I’m going to cum!”

I felt multiple ropes of come shooting into the back of my throat. Mu dad held my head on to the cock so I had no choice but to let it slide down my throat. My mom was gently bucking her hips back-and-forth and was becoming very vocal. She kept repeating, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” over and over again! Once My dad had stopped cumming, he stopped holding onto the back of my head, and released my mouth.

At this point I was the only one who had not cum yet and my mom and sister looked at me and my mom said, “Trammy Bear, do you want us to take care of you baby?!” “Yes mommy.” I replied. I got up and sat on the bench across from them. My mom sat up and walked over to me, she grabbed both tits and pushed them into my face and rubbed them back-and-forth. I took my hand and moved up her legs, and in between her thighs. I could feel her sopping wet pussy.

She reach down and started stroking my cock, as I was fingering her cunt. She straddled my lap and then I felt a hand grab my cock. I looked around behind her, it was my dad grabbing my cock and pointing it into her cunt. She slowly lowered down and slid her vagina over top of my throbbing member.

I felt someone start to lick my balls and asshole from below. I looked down a d realized it was my sister. I was in heaven. My dad was working my shaft, my mom‘s pussy was bobbing up and down, and my sister was sucking on my balls. It felt fucking amazing! I wasn’t going to last much longer and I said, “Mommy and Daddy I need to cum!” My mom said, “I want to feel your cum in me Trammy Bear!” I started to spurt hot loads deep inside my Mommy’s pussy. She then let all of her weight fall onto my lap, jamming my cock deep into her cunt.

My mom slowly rose herself off of my lap until my cock was totally out of her cunt. I expected my cock to fall back onto my stomach however I felt something holding onto it tight. I looked down and my sister was sucking on my cock and cleaning it off.

My mom had stood up on the bench and put a foot on either side of where my dad was sitting. Her cunt was in his face and she pulled back on her pussy lips. “Daddy I need you to clean up your sons cum from my cunt.” He started to lick up all of the juices flowing out of her fucked pussy.

I couldn’t believe what just happened. It was so fucking hot I couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the trip had to offer!

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