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It was just gone nine o’clock in the morning and I was sat in my car outside The Magical Toy Emporium. That was the name above the store. It sounded very grand but in truth it was just a small outlet located in a suburban shopping mall that had seen better days. Clearly the owners of the shop had delusions of grandeur. I took my time looking at the exterior and its location in relation to the surrounding properties before easing myself out of my car.

This shop was in deep doo-doo and way behind on their account with us. Numerous requests to pay our bills had been ignored so as a last resort they’d sent me, the Troubleshooter, to lean on them a little. I didn’t think it was going to be too difficult, after all we had a ‘must have’ toy for them to stock for Christmas.

We; and by that I mean Acme Toys; were currently the number four toy manufacturer and supplier in the country but the inside scuttlebutt said that even now, in early summer, the top three were all struggling with production issues so there was going to be a massive shortfall of their ‘must have’ items by the time we got to the festive season. This could only be good for us. But if dangling that carrot didn’t work, then as the shop’s major supplier my job would be to take inventory and then threaten them with liquidation and closure. Heavy handed? Perhaps … But it was a ploy that usually worked.

I knew I was in trouble as soon as I entered the shop. She came towards me with a forced smile on her face. The smile that said she wanted my custom but that she didn’t like the look of me.

And I could sort of understand why. I’m not a particularly good looking man. In fact I’ve even been called ugly, which I think is a bit harsh. Okay, I’m no Brad Pitt or George Clooney but … but … oh alright … I’m ugly. There, I said it! Satisfied?

My name is Brad Clooney. No seriously, it is. I know, ironic isn’t it! But there the similarity with those two Hollywood heart-throbs stops. I’m bald, short, fat and ugly. There I said it again! Unsurprisingly I’m single but much to everyone’s shock I have been married; once; and once was more than enough thank you very much! Now at the ripe old age of fifty nine I couldn’t envisage being married again. My problem is though, I still have a whole lot of desire pent up inside of me. I wasn’t getting any and hadn’t been for some considerable time. I was like a dog in heat and my problem right now was that Mrs Delmarco; the woman who was approaching me; was exactly the type of woman I lust for and masturbate over.

I took it all in as she quickly covered the short distance from behind the till to the front door. It was almost as if she was trying to head me off at the pass.

She was slim, maybe even borderline skinny but she was most definitely petite. I estimated her height to be around 5’2″ but she was wearing what looked like 4″ heels to compensate for that fact. That put her nicely at the same level as my 5’6″. She was definitely extremely pretty though but in an ice cold sort of way. Her face was pale but her makeup was flawless and her light auburn coloured hair cascaded down in tresses to land just above what appeared to be two nicely sized full round breasts. She had high cheekbones but what drew me in were her blue eyes. They were startlingly big and the way her eyebrows were arched exotically over them only enhanced them more. Her lips weren’t pouty nor were they thin. They were just normal but for sure they were certainly very red, contrasting vividly with her sparkling white teeth. Overall … she was very nice to look at … very nice indeed!

“Good morning,” she said in a tone of voice that was supposed to be friendly but came over as slightly terse. It didn’t bother me, I’ve heard it all before. To me it just sounded as sexy as hell. “How may I help you today?” she added.

“Ahhh yes, good morning, am I right in assuming you’re Mrs Delmarco … Lisa Delmarco?” Her eyes narrowed as she reluctantly nodded her affirmation. I smiled as I replied, “I’m Brad … Brad Clooney from Acme Toys.” I offered her my hand and leaned in closer. “I’m here to talk about your account,” I added quietly.

I saw what little colour she had in her cheeks drain away instantly. She shook my offered hand. Her brief handshake was firm but her touch was ice cold. But all I noticed were her nails. They were bright red, to match her lipstick but they were long and slightly pointed, almost like talons. I suppressed a shudder.

“Oh I see … I suppose you’d better come into the office at the back,” she said with a look of disquiet. She glanced nervously around to see if there had been anyone within earshot. Satisfied that we hadn’t been overheard she turned smartly on her heels and walked off. She needn’t have bothered. The shop was empty apart from us.

As I followed her I took the chance to inspect her rear view. Her legs, whilst shapely were skinny and if truth be known I usually prefer to look at women with a bit more flesh on their bones. But I was prepared almanbahis to make an exception in her case because she was wearing fishnet stockings! Always a weakness of mine, skinny legs or not. Her skirt was short, about mid thigh in length and whilst her calves might have been skinny there was nothing wrong with her ass. It was surprisingly curvy and full but not obscenely so.

As I followed her into the office at the rear of the shop a delicious little seed of an idea began to take root in my perverted mind. What Lisa Delmarco didn’t know was that Acme Toys were never going to be too hard on her, no matter how much she owed us. The founder of our company was proud to defend the little guy against the big global brands and their spread of huge mega superstores throughout the world. He loved the idea of the small corner shop run by a single proprietor and would make sure our company went out of it’s way to help and support them. Of course this was a well kept secret. Our founder was no fool and to reveal that nugget of information would have been foolhardy at best and would have given some people the idea they had free credit!

The office at the back of the shop was small, there was just enough room for a desk, which was pushed up against the wall, a filing cabinet and two secretarial type chairs on casters. She sat down in one and I took the other. She’d left the door open. From her seat she could see the front door of the shop.

“So, how’s trade,” I asked, “everything okay?”

“It’s okay … could be better I suppose. But I guess everybody could say that.” It was more a question than a statement. She was fishing.

“Some maybe,” was my deliberately slow and considered reply. She didn’t like that. I could see her shrink back into her chair. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her.

“Look Mrs Delmarco, there’s little to be gained by my beating around the bush so I’ll come straight to the point. Do you realise just how much of a pickle you’re in?”

She barely nodded, now looking even paler than before. “I know I’m a little bit behind on my payments but I’m certain that things are going to get better. As soon as summer break comes, trade usually picks up a lot.” She looked at me hopefully even though she was biting her lower lip. A sure sign of her nervousness.

“Lisa … can I call you Lisa?” … she nodded her assent … “I’m afraid you owe us more than a bit.” My folio case was resting on my lap. I picked it up and fished around inside before pulling out an A4 size sheet of paper. I made a big show of adding up the figures in my head.

“Let me see … you said you’re a little bit behind.” I looked up into her stunning blue eyes to deliver the killer blow. “By the end of this month you will be five months behind on your payments. I think you would agree that’s more than a little bit behind; wouldn’t you say?””

If it was possible, she paled even more. “But I’ve paid you some money,” she blurted out.

“Indeed you have,” I said as I perused the figures again. I looked up into her lovely face and lost myself for a moment as I stared again into those two deep sapphire blue pools that were her eyes. God she was pretty. I felt a stirring my loins.

“A token payment at best,” I finally said, my voice grating, “it means that you’re only four and a half months behind now,” I added with a hint of sarcasm to finish off.

She looked shocked at my strong words. I needed to keep her off balance so I scooted my chair closer to her. “I can see you’re shocked but we … I … might be able to help you. There may be a way that I could accommodate you … to make things easier for you,” I said. I put my hand on her knee. She batted it away.

“Please don’t do that,” she said. I smiled back at her. There was a awkward silence for a moment or two.

“So how can you help me,” she finally asked, ignoring the fact I’d just touched her inappropriately.

She was something else. I looked down at her crossed legs and put my hand back on her knee and gave it a squeeze. Just touching those fishnet stockings was getting me hard. She took hold of my hand this time and removed it.

“I said no.” She glared at me and I smiled at her again. My eyes were focused on her luscious red lips as she spoke. All I could picture was those lips encircling my cock!

“You said you could help me?” she asked again. Was she so naive?

“Yes, I’m pretty sure there is a way that I can help you out of your current predicament.”

“How?”

“It’s simple really. All you have to do is to stay in business until Christmas and then your money woes will be over,” I stated.

“Is that all,” she said, her voice now tinged with disdain, “but how am I going to do that if you want to close me down? And why Christmas?”

“We don’t want to close you down, we just want you to pay us,” I countered calmly.

I leaned forward and put my hand back on her knee. This time she let it linger there a short while before coming almanbahis giriş to her senses and batting it away again.

“… and Christmas because we’re going to have the best selling toy and you’ll have the sole selling rights to it in this area!”

My sales pitch over I sat back with a smug smile plastered all over my face. All she had to do now to seal the deal was open her legs and let me get inside her panties! My cock pulsated at the very thought.

She gave me a look of total incredulity. Clearly she was not going down without a fight. “I know all about your number one toy, I was AT the Trade Show,” she said testily. “I also saw your three BIGGER competitors and ALL of them will have the better selling products this Christmas, not you!”

“Ah yes indeed they do … but only if they can deliver them, which doesn’t look likely,” I countered. “Our sources tell us that they are ALL having major problems. It doesn’t always pay to outsource all your production overseas!”

I let that sink in for a while. I could see the gears engaging in her brain as she sorted through the information. The look of surprise at the welcome news, the happy look when she realised how much money she could possibly make and then the look of horror when she realised she still had several months to go until that time of fiscal salvation.

“Sooo … how can you help me?” she finally said. Her voice was tight with fear.

“I can make your problem disappear. Poof … just like that!” I did that thing with my hands like the magicians do.

“But how?”

I smiled enigmatically and then threw her my curve ball. “I need to take stock of your inventory!” I stood up suddenly, my change of tack completely throwing her off guard.

“What … what did you say?” she managed to blurt out as I swept past her.

I strode purposefully out into the shop with a startled Lisa trailing in my wake. “It’s alright,” I said, turning to face her, “I don’t need any help. You can get on with doing whatever it is that you do on a Tuesday morning.”

On entering the shop earlier my experienced eye had seen everything. She looked to be way overstocked with a particular line that for some reason sold well in some parts of the country but not in others. Unluckily her shop was located in that part where it didn’t sell. I just needed to confirm my suspicions.

She stood staring at me until the bell above the door tinkled to announce the arrival of a customer into the shop. “You have a customer,” I said condescendingly, nodding in their general direction.

She strode off, haughtily tossing her mane of auburn hair to show her chagrin. I just laughed to myself and turned my attention to the job in hand.

It was every bit as bad as I suspected. Not only were the shelves in the shop heaving with this geographically badly selling line there was even more of it in the stock room. She’d been sold a pup and gone big, stocking every single item from the extensive list of additional products. I had a copy of all the invoices, so it was easy to work out how much she’d sold. And it wasn’t a lot!

As I did my sums I also took the opportunity to surreptitiously watch her selling techniques. She put little or no effort into up-selling her customer anything. I don’t know if it was me putting her off or if she was just no good at it. Either way she clearly had a lot of problems.

There was an intermittent flow of people in and out the shop and she was still serving when I went back into her office and made a few phone calls. It took me less than fifteen minutes to make the deal. My contact, located in a part of the country where this line was selling well, was desperate for additional stock and as it was currently in short supply he was prepared to pay a little bit over the odds to get it. He for one was really pleased. Now all I had to do was reel Mrs Delmarco in!

Her little flurry of trade over she finally came back into the office when she realised I was no longer on the shop floor. She plumped herself down into the other chair and crossed her legs. Her skirt drew higher up her legs, exposing more of her fishnet stockinged thighs to my greedy eyes. My cock started throbbing in anticipation.

I smiled at her. I could tell she didn’t like me doing that.

“So … what have you come up with?” she asked tersely.

“Well Lisa, I think I can help you out of your predicament,” I replied smugly, ignoring her hostility and pursing my lips and nodding my head as I spoke. For the first time since I’d got there she looked pleased. And she very nearly smiled.

“I’ve made a few phone calls and I think I can help you offload some of the surplus stock you’re carrying. But … you must realise that this is a very sensitive deal and not one that you can bandy around to all and sundry. I’m going way out on a limb for you here so discretion is the key! You do understand this, don’t you?” I paused to let my words sink in. She was leaning forward expectantly. almanbahis adres It was a good sign.

“I have a client who will take all the stock you have of that line out there that you can’t sell,” I said waving my hand in the general direction of the stacked shelves. “And furthermore, he will pay you ten per cent over cost price so you will at least make a token profit. Sound good?”

Her eyes had grown large and her mouth had dropped open. “I … I don’t know what to say,” she murmured. “Thank you?”

I scooted my chair closer to her. “I think you can do better than that,” I said as I put my hand on her knee.

She batted it away. I smiled at her and put my hand back. This time however I held her knee firmly, giving it a squeeze before sliding my hand slowly and forcibly up her leg. She had great thighs and her fishnet stockings felt fantastic beneath my fingertips. I could feel a definite stirring in my loins as my cock began throbbing painfully.

She grabbed hold of my hand and stopped me going any higher. I removed it.

“So what’s to stop me doing the same thing myself?” she said, at last showing me her feisty side.

“Well I suppose you could,” I snorted derisively, “but just think about it for a moment. How would you go about it? For starters you don’t know which firms to approach and even if you did none of them would do business with you. How could they trust you? They don’t know you from Adam. Secondly and more importantly you certainly wouldn’t be able to keep a thing like this hidden from Acme. And let me tell you, they would take a dim view to any shenanigans. Then add to that the problem with logistics, accounting procedures, potential sales tax issues … the list could be endless.”

I paused again to give her time to collate all this information. I could sense her weakening. Or was it wishful thinking?

Time to go in for the kill.

“Or you can let me take all of the risks. I can get the stock moved within the week and a payment into your bank by the following week. Your money woes would be over as that would potentially clear the longest outstanding arrears. Plus I can take care of any potential issues with head office personally. How does that sound?” I added softly.

I put my hand back on her thigh, just below her hemline. Her flesh whilst firm was also soft and warm to the touch and her fishnet stockings made that touch even more sensual. I felt my stomach muscles clench as my desire for her ramped up a couple of notches. God I so wanted to fuck her!

“So what’s in it for you?” she said, removing my hand.

Bless her. For a seemingly bright businesswoman she was totally confused. “You’re are intelligent woman. I’m sure you can figure it out!” I said.

I decided to give her another clue and put my hand back on her knee. I could see the look of anguish and hurt in her face as the dreadful realisation of what I wanted took hold. She seemed to be on the verge of tears. Time to be compassionate.

I noticed a photo frame on the desk. It was a picture of a happy smiling Lisa with two young boys. I thought she should smile more often because judging by that photo when she did she wasn’t just pretty, she was beautiful.

“Your sons?” I asked, removing my hand from her leg and pointing at the photo frame.

“Yes,” she replied smiling gratefully, “my little angels. But not so little now,” she added quickly.

I looked back at her. She was most definitely very pretty; there was no disputing that fact; and from a distance you would think she was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. But seeing her close up you could now make out the small crow’s feet wrinkles around her eyes.

“That was taken a few years ago. They’re seventeen and fifteen now,” she volunteered. I did the math. So that would make her …

“I’m thirty eight,” she added as if I needed to know. “I sometimes wish I’d had more,” she added quietly, so quietly I barely heard her.

“So, are you hoping that one of them will take over the business at some point?”

“Hah, not if my husband has his way!” she snorted in reply. “He wants me to sell up. In fact he’s been pressing me to get rid of the shop for some time. Even more so recently.”

“You don’t seem pleased about that,” I said.

“I’m not! It has made things recently a bit … strained,” she replied, with all the emphasis on the last word.

“So how long has your family had the shop?” I asked.

“I’m the fourth generation,” she replied with a hesitant smile, “but my parent’s didn’t want anything to do with it so my grandparents held on until I was old enough to take over the reins.” She stopped and looked wistful. “I can’t let them down.” Her voice was almost a whisper. and I did wonder if she was talking to herself.

But no matter. Time is a wasting! I put my hand back on her knee. This time she didn’t bat it away. I let my fingers slowly wander along her thigh creeping remorselessly towards the hem of her skirt. I felt her whole body tense.

“Please don’t do that,” she said.

“What!” I snapped in reply. I was so sure that this was the moment. Obviously I was wrong.

“I know what you want. I’m no fool. I should report you for making such improper suggestions.”

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Pump it up, I thought as Jeffrey slammed his dick into my asshole. My sexy Black stud groaned as he worked his dick deeper inside of me. Hot damn. I truly love the feel of his cock in my ass. He’s got one of those ass-stretching dicks that you can just die for. Hmm. I’m glad I met him. I was trolling around Ottawa’s Saint Laurent Mall for a good deal on shoes when I found something better. A six-foot-two, muscular Black stud with intense eyes. Jeffrey Edmond. As Haitian as rice and beans. A student at Carleton University chilling at the mall. Like so many young men his age, he’s got a thing for ‘mature’ women.

At thirty six, I don’t really consider myself mature. I stand five foot eleven, curvy and light-skinned, with big tits, wide hips and a big round butt. My name is Caroline Jean Martinez but my friends call me Miss C.J. I’m mixed, born to a Haitian mother and Hispanic father. Unlike many mixed chicks out here in Canada, I love me some Black men. The darker the better. I’ve only dated Black men throughout my life and I see no reason to change that any time soon. I approached Jeffrey as he scoped me out, and asked him his name. The tall Black stud clearly wasn’t used to sexy older women flirting with him. That’s okay because I like to surprise my men.

We grabbed a quick bite at the Chinese restaurant within the food court upstairs, and I learned a bit about him. Jeffrey was twenty three years old, and had recently broken up with his Jamaican girlfriend Janice Elroy. He was going to Carleton University and she went to Algonquin College, where almanbahis she met Professor James Ryan, some rich older white guy who seduced her. They ran off to Ireland together. After the professor got fired for inappropriate behaviour with a female student, of course. Poor Jeff was still hurting. I told him the best way to get over a woman was to do another woman. He agreed. That’s why we went to my place to do the nasty.

I live ten minutes from the Saint Laurent Mall in the suburb of Vanier. Once we got there, Jeffrey and I had ourselves some fun. I hadn’t been with a man in ages….five whole days, if you can believe that. To me, that’s forever. I needed some dick and Jeffrey was just what I needed. You see, my ex-boyfriend Tyrone Peterson went back to his old lady. This, after six glorious months together. Yep, his old lady is a fat white slut just in case you were wondering. I don’t know why they got our brothers hypnotized, man. Whatever. Real Black men know that Black pussy is the best. Accept no substitute…or pale imitation.

Jeffrey and I got down to business. I sat him down on my living room couch and went to work on him. I just unzipped his pants and went straight for the dick. And what a dick he had. An eight-inch, uncircumcised Black monster of a cock. I sucked his dick and licked his balls. Jeffrey got really hard mad fast. I stroked him and then went for a condom. I put the condom on it, then climbed on top of him. I straddled my sexy Black stud, and began riding him. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of fucking younger almanbahis giriş men. They have so much energy about them. And I’m glad that many of them are into women a little older. In the Black community, cougar and cub liaisons are kind of frowned upon but I could care less. I just want to live my life, you know?

I rested my hands on Jeffrey’s shoulders and straddled him. Then I began riding him for all he was worth. My sexy Black stud placed his hands on my wide hips and thrust his cock into my pussy. Hard and fast he fucked me. That’s one of the things I love the most about younger men. They’re always down for a good time and they fuck you real hard. I rode Jeffrey for all he was worth. Hot damn. The sexy stud hammered my pussy with his hard dick. He fucked me roughly like he was paying for it or something. I must say I really liked his style. So much that when he flipped me and put me on all fours, I didn’t mind. Doggy style is one of my favourite positions actually. Lots of women are into it, but don’t like to admit it. Whatever.

Jeffrey surprised the hell out of me by smacking my big Black ass while fucking me doggy style. Okay. I didn’t see that one coming. One thing I don’t like about my sexy younger guys is that they sometimes take liberties with you in the bedroom. How else would you explain why he got the urge to spank the bottom of a woman he just met? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Still, he was fucking me so damn good that I didn’t mind the whole spanking thing even though it’s not really my thing. It kind of turned almanbahis adres me on, which really surprised the hell out of me. Afterwards, we tried something new. I asked Jeffrey if he had ever fucked a woman in the ass before. He said no. I grinned and told him there was a first time for everything. And that’s how we got where we are now.

I got on all fours and shook my ass at Jeffrey. His dick hardened at the sight of my big sexy ass jiggling in front of him. He was very eager but I told him that it’s only in pornos that women take big dicks up the ass without lubricant. In real life, things go a little differently. Live and learn, stud. Jeffrey nodded. We used lubricant, and things worked wonderfully. I spread my ass cheeks wide open, and he pressed his dick against my very well lubricated backdoor. And just like that, he eased his cock into my ass. I hadn’t gotten fucked in the ass in a while. I had actually missed it. I grinned as Jeffrey fucked me in the ass, slowly at first then he picked up speed. Hmm. Anal sex feels so damn good, especially when you’re relaxed and your man is well-lubricated and patient. I had my second orgasm of the afternoon, and it was good. I had the first from touching myself under the table inside the food court while eyeballing Jeffrey.

After this awesome fuck, Jeffrey and I exchanged cell phone numbers. We became fuck buddies. He was just what I needed. Young, dumb and full of cum. I love my men like that. These days, Jeffrey isn’t sulking over his Jamaican ex-girlfriend anymore. He’s putting that amazing, jaw-stretching and ass-pounding dick of his to good use. Yeah, I’m having fun with him. He’ s got some sexy male friends from Carleton University whom I’m dying to fuck. Think he’d mind? He really shouldn’t. After all, we’re not dating. We’re just fuck buddies!

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Chapter Three

It took me fifteen more minutes to gather the courage to leave the bathroom. I’d spent that time delaying – I washed my hands and face, brushed my teeth, flossed, then paced in the bathroom. I couldn’t leave because I’d come to the conclusion that Doug had been standing outside the door the entire time and he had heard me come.

I stood with my hand on the door handle for about a minute before I finally turned it. I turned off the fan and the light, then walked quietly into the living room. The TV was on the same channel, and Doug was sitting in the same seat, still as stone. He had placed his beer to the side, and both his hands were gripping his thighs.

“I’m gonna go to bed,” I said. It was only nine-thirty at night, but once I realized that there was definite unwanted tension in the room, I did not want to sit in it.

“Okay,” he said quietly. “Night, kiddo.”

“Nice to meet you,” I blurted, then immediately winced.

“Yeah, you too,” he responded weakly.

I turned and headed for the guest bedroom, clenching my fists and gritting my teeth. The awkwardness was palpable. If I had any doubts before, I certainly didn’t have them now – Doug had definitely heard me.

But then I realized that I couldn’t decide if this information was damning or more arousing.

I closed my door behind me and leaned against it heavily. My face was as red as a fire engine, and I could not quash the embarrassment. Walking out of the bathroom was like giving inevitable surrender, like confirming that what had just happened was very humiliating for both of us. At the same time, though, I was mystified. I wondered if he liked it.

But if he did, he’d certainly feel as ashamed as I did. I was his friend’s daughter, and I was young enough to be his daughter. But if I dug deep and searched hard enough, I found that I could get past all of that and find the entire thing more erotic. The essential component to seeing it in a good light depended on the hope that he hadn’t felt perverse about it, either. And I knew that that was highly unlikely.

Before I turned to my room to change into my pyjamas, I realized that I’d left my overnight bag in the front room.

“Shit,” I hissed. “Shit!”

I did not want to go back out there and face him a second time. Feeling the shame in the air was enough to endure once. But I couldn’t just as well spend the entire night locked up in my own room, afraid to go out in the open. I thought I might be able to wait until my dad got home and Doug finally decided to leave before I went back outside, but I had no idea when that would be or if it would actually happen within a reasonable time frame.

After a lot of pacing and plotting, I decided to sneak to the front for my bag. The chairs in the living room were positioned just so to create a blind spot from the hallway where my room was to the front. If I was quiet enough and swift enough, Doug might not even notice I’d been there at all.

I slowly twisted the door handle and pulled it open gently. The hinges were completely silent, which I was thankful for – a squeaky alarm would not have been in my favour. I tiptoed out of my room into the hallway, hugged the far wall, and quietly made my way past the kitchen towards the front room.

What I saw made me involuntarily halt.

Doug was resting his head back against the recliner while he gently kneaded his crotch with his right hand. My mouth dropped open and I had to cover it with both my hands to keep from letting loose any uncontrollable sounds. His lips were slightly parted, and the lines on his face were completely smooth. I could almost hear his breathing from where I stood – a soft moaning – and I instantly felt my body ignite and my crotch burn again.

His left hand came to his belt buckle and he worked it open before undoing his pants. My heart was hammering almanbahis giriş in my chest and sweat was budding on my palms as I watched him slide his jeans down slightly before he reached into his shorts and gripped his erection.

I was completely taken by surprise. I could barely register what was happening before me, and it took me several long moments of watching him before I started to consider what I should do next.

Initially, I didn’t want to make myself known – we’d both faced enough embarrassment for one night, and letting him know that I was there and the tables had turned was the last thing on my list. I felt I was doing something illegal by standing there. But I liked it. And part of me wanted to let him know that I liked it.

I stood there watching him for a long time. His strokes became more vigorous, and he slowly slumped down in the recliner as his breathing became heavier.

It was then that I’d come to the conclusion that we’d already breached the wall of privacy with each other, and one more affront wouldn’t hurt.

I slowly walked towards the living room, not trying to hide anything. He slowed considerably and sat up quickly, looking over at me with a stricken expression. I paused, trying to come up with the right words. We stared at each other like two frightened animals.

I could have been standing there for a minute before I decided that silence was the best thing I could say.

He watched me circle around in front of his chair with a conflicted look on his face, like he was trying to decide whether or not to stop me, or if he couldn’t decide how wrong this was. When I stepped up to the chair, he flinched as if I were about to hit him. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stayed silent. I waited for him to tell me off and end the whole thing right then, but at the same time I wanted to rush myself so that he didn’t have any time to say no.

I got down on my knees and shyly shimmied in between his legs. I ran my hands over his thighs up to the top of his pants, then hooked my fingers inside and pulled them further down slowly.

He took in a sharp breath like he was going to say something again, but I didn’t pause to let him have a word. Instead he lifted himself off the chair a bit so I could slide his pants off and drop them around his ankles. Then I swallowed hard and looked him in the eye.

“Do you have anything?” I asked.

He must not have understood what I was asking at first, for it took him several moments before he shook his head no. The look on his face wasn’t the most welcoming, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to stop until he forced me to. So I slid my fingers through the opening in his boxers and gently brushed by his penis, teasing him. His eyes fluttered closed and he clamped his teeth together tightly, accentuating his jawline. It looked good when it stood out like that.

Then I wrapped my fingers around him in a firm grip.

He exhaled through his nose while his jaw slackened and his mouth opened ever so slightly. I carefully pulled him through the opening in his shorts, slowly stroking him. One of his hands wrapped around my wrist, like he wanted to pull my hand away, but he simply held it there, moving along with me as I jacked him off. I rolled my tongue around in my mouth then darted it across my lips before I bent down over him.

I parted my lips and lightly rested them on his head. He gave a drawn-out groan, letting go of my wrist and resting his hand on the back of my neck. I breathed against him gently, and he squirmed in his seat, as if he were refraining from thrusting into my mouth. But I wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction so early.

I gently licked him on the front of his head, right where it merged with his shaft, and he squirmed again. While I had him writhing in his seat, I slowly slid my free hand almanbahis yeni giriş up between his legs and gently cupped his balls. That drew another satisfying moan from him; I slowly rubbed circles with my palm and began to stroke a little faster, tightening my grip by a hair. His hand gripped my neck harder, and after a good minute of teasing, I opened my mouth wider and took his dick inside.

If he sounded aroused before, he seemed absolutely titillated now. I felt his head tip back onto the back of the chair, and he slowly ground himself against my face as I sucked him off. I dared swallowing his head every time I slid downward across his dick. I had a bit of a gag reflex, but I was able to get past it as long as I took things slow and carefully. But before long, my own arousal was starting to build, and the more turned on I was, the faster I wanted to go.

I picked up the pace, opting to hum instead of deep throat him. My hand stopped massaging his balls and slid up past the base of his penis and up his shirt. I was surprised to feel that his abs were firm and tight, and traced my fingers over his stomach enticingly, enjoying the feel of his muscles and skin.

He was blatantly guiding my head with his hand and rocking his hips in time with my strokes, forcing his dick just a little further into my mouth. It wasn’t at the point where I thought I would choke on him, so I went along with it, feeling the burn in my crotch intensify. The need to get fucked was starting to ache in the pit of my stomach, and soon my hums became moans of ecstasy and heat.

Doug’s hips lifted off the chair slightly as the rest of his body started to tense up. I took this as the sign that he was going to come soon, so I moved a little faster and gripped him a little harder. He let out a strangled groan as he released himself into my mouth. His orgasm was so strong that his semen shot right down my throat. I nearly gagged and pulled away from him, but I was able to stop the rest of it from going down the wrong pipe and let it collect in my mouth. It got to the point where I thought some of it would spill out from the corners of my lips if he didn’t stop shooting soon.

But his body slowly relaxed, and no more cum filled my mouth. I pulled away from him slowly and gently, then briskly swallowed like I was taking a shot of Jack. The after taste was a bit on the bitter side, but it had an odd hint of pineapple. I smiled at the thought, but my grin vanished as soon as I made eye contact with him.

He still looked concerned about something, but there was also a feature on his face that made my stomach clench and my thighs burn. His hand was still gripping the back of my neck, and he didn’t let me go. But I didn’t want to be.

He slid off the chair onto the floor, and I slid back a bit to give him room. He got on his knees in front of me, still holding my head, then quickly moved in to kiss me. It caught me off guard – I didn’t think it was in many guys’ interests to kiss a girl just after she swallowed his baby batter – but he forcefully pried my lips open with his tongue and kissed me deeply. Immediately I could feel my nipples perk out again and my pussy lather with cream.

My heart felt like it was being pulled on each side and the rest of my body was turning to jelly. I had never been this worked up before. Neither of the guys I had been with made me feel like I was on the verge of exploding at any minute. And I liked what he was doing to me. While his one hand was still wrapped around the back of my neck, his other glanced over my chest as he made his way to the bottom of my shirt. He snaked his hand under it, up across my stomach, and cupped me over my bra, running the ball of his thumb over the general area of my nipple.

If he weren’t holding my head in place, I would have fallen over from sheer weakness in my knees. almanbahis adres I lost the ability to kiss him back for a moment as I moaned deeply, and he took the moment to pull me tighter to his body by my neck. I could feel his thickening cock pressed up against my crotch – it didn’t take long for him to get it up again. I briefly thought about how most men had to wait at least thirty minutes before they could get another boner before he pulled away from me and nearly ripped my shirt up and off me.

He lunged back at me as soon as my shirt was off and ran his hands up my back with a satisfied moan. He pulled apart the hooks of my bra with ease and brushed my straps off my shoulders, pulling away from me slightly but refusing to break the kiss as he helped me slide it off of my arms. Once I was free of it, he grabbed both my breasts with a gentle squeeze – I was just the right size to give him a perfect handful. I moaned desperately against him again, and in response he pushed me back firmly and lowered me to the floor.

One of his knees wedged between mine and forced them apart as he lowered himself down on top of me, and it sent shock waves through my legs. He broke his mouth away from mine and buried his face into the crook of my neck; he had a light layer of stubble on his jaw, and it scratched against my soft skin, hurting just the right way. I gasped, bucking my hips against him gently, and one of his hands went to my hip, as if to pull me even closer.

Then he slid down me, briefly taking one of my nipples in his mouth and running his thumb over the side of my breast, making my breath hitch. His other hand went to my belt, and he started to undo it with hasty precision before unbuttoning my jeans. I felt a pulse of pleasure run up and down my stomach; he was undoing my pants, and he was going to give me what I desperately wanted. I bit my lower lip as he hooked his hands into the tops of my pants and pulled them and my panties down. He sat up to yank them to my ankles before slipping them off forcefully.

I was now buck naked in front of him, lying on the carpet of my father’s living room floor. The bizarreness of the situation only hit me briefly before he pulled his sweater over his head and lowered himself over me again, gliding his cheek across my thigh before he took my cunt into his mouth.

My eyes closed and my mouth flew open in an O shape as the feeling of his tongue gently massaging my clit spread throughout my legs and my stomach. I arched my hips into his face, and he wrapped his arms over my legs, holding me by my waist as he worked at me. I finally found the air to let out a louder moan of pleasure than I intended. My hands gripped at the shaggy carpet, nearly pulling the fibres out by the handful. The pleasure was so intense that it felt like a constant, powerful orgasm. His lips and his tongue were everywhere, licking and rubbing just the right places, and before I knew it I was already building my way to another climax.

My legs involuntarily clamped around his head, and it only encouraged him to press harder, get more intense. I clutched my breasts and pinched my nipples hard, gritting my teeth as the pleasure intensified. I arched my back and pushed my hips into his face again as the release practically exploded from between my legs. I felt juices gush out of me and run along my ass cheeks; I felt my entire body shake as I lost control of my muscles; I felt Doug’s hot moans against my crotch as licked my opening, lapsing up what I spilled.

I gasped repeatedly, trying to catch my breath again. That had been the most powerful orgasm of my life, including the one I had just given myself in the bathroom. Even though the waves from my orgasm gave an amazing tingling sensation all over my body, the hunger to be penetrated was more intense than it had been since this whole ordeal started. As Doug lifted his face away from me to wipe his face off with the back of his hand, I looked down at him pleadingly and barely managed to say: “Fuck me.”

He looked back at me, stricken, hovering over my body. “I don’t know…” he said, trailing off.

“Fuck me,” I nearly growled. “Now.”

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The beauty of being in a beach house, right on the sand, was that he just fell out of bed, pulled on his swimmies, jumped into his flip flops and went for a walk on the beach. It was the perfect way to wake up. Actually, most mornings he didn’t even bother with the swimmies as the beach was “Naturiste”, as were a lot of beaches in this area of France.

So, towel slung over his shoulder, he set off at about seven thirty most mornings to walk for half an hour in one direction or the other, then return for a slap up breakfast. The towel was for those occasions when the water looked irresistibly tempting, which was about half the time.

There wasn’t much traffic on the beach at that time of day, just the occasional dog walker or someone power walking with weights in their hands. Some of these passers by were in shorts and t shirts, some preferred to be naked, like himself. No one paid any attention but he did feel that power walking in the nude looked a little absurd.

The water looked tempting so he put his towel down, kicked off his flip flops and headed into the waves. Sheeesh, the water was cold, well not cold exactly just chilly enough to make him catch his breath. He never knew which way this was going to affect him when it reached his crotch. Usually cold water caused a certain shrinkage in the genital department but sometimes it had the opposite effect. He put this down to one of his earliest sexual experiences which had involved cold water.

“Strange how that can affect you fifty years on.” He mused.

This particular morning it was shrinkage that won the day and after an energetic swim he returned to his towel and dried himself off, unconcerned that his penis had virtually vanished. It would return when warmer.

“Bonjour, bien nagé?” He looked up to see a naked, slightly over weight, late middle aged lady, with a grey hair and massively heavy boobs walking slowly past.

“Ah oui, mais je ne parle pas français.” Which was not exactly true but usually put an end to these encounters.

“Actually,” she said, “mine’s not that good either. I have noticed you swimming some mornings while out for my walk. Was the water cold, or just refreshing?” She paused, legs astride, with her hands on her generous hips.

“Certainly refreshing.” He said noticing her well trimmed bush of light grey hair barely concealing the delights below.

“I must try it sometime, but I’m not a strong swimmer so I don’t venture in much. Not unless there are plenty of people around to pull me out if I get into trouble.” His mind wandered to the delightful possibilities of rescuing this voluptuous female, swimming on his back with one arm clenched about her bosom and her ample buttocks grazing his crotch.

“I myself, only swim if the water is reasonably calm. I’m no life guard but I’d be happy to keep an eye on you if you wanted to join me one morning.”

“Well, that’s a great offer. I might just take you up on it, bye for now.” And she strode off, generous buttocks wobbling delightfully with every stride.

A couple of days of rain followed so no early morning walk. Then a bright sunny morning lured him out again. After a few hundred yards he noticed a well built woman coming from the opposite direction, towel slung over her shoulder. The form took shape as it approached, he’d recognise those pendulous breasts anywhere.

“Bonjour,” she hailed him. “Is it a swimming morning, and if so, may I join you? The water looks so inviting.”

“I almanbahis adres was contemplating a quick dip,” he lied, hoping to keep the conversation alive, “but I expect the water will be cold after all the rain so it may just be a quickie.” Oh shit, had he really just said that? A quickie! Sometimes his mouth ran ahead of his brain.

“A quickie’s fine by me for a first go.” She said, putting him out of his discomfort. Was that a cheeky smirk he noticed on her lips?

She bent down to leave her towel by her shoes and he couldn’t help but notice those magnificent breasts swinging pendulously as gravity took hold.

“Bloody boobs, they’re such a nuisance! You carry them round for a whole lifetime, only use them for a few months to feed a couple of children then they grow, sag and generally get in the way.”

“They look pretty good to me.” He mumbled trying not to say anything too risqué.

Then they made for the water’s edge. It was really quite chilly and his old fears surfaced. He was only two steps away from a naked, mature, extremely desirable, female and wading into cold water.

If he had been sitting, chatting on a nice, safe, warm beach this would never be a concern. He’d long since got over the problem of spontaneous erections on ‘clothing optional’ beaches, half of France seemed to be that way these days and mixed sex nudity never gave him the slightest problem: in the warm.

Now he was wading into cold water. Past the knees: no problem. Then it reached his balls at the same time as it lapped over her bush, wetting it enticingly, revealing her all. At that moment he noticed her goose bumps and his cock stirred. Oh please no! But his pleading didn’t work so he plunged quickly in just as his erection became too obvious to hide.

“That’s a bit brave.” She said, wading across towards him. Her crotch was now inches from his face and she must be able to see his stif cock through the gin clear water. What to do? He couldn’t just sit there staring at her pussy but if he stood up…

“I say! I don’t usually provoke a response like that,” she said pointing to his erection.

“It’s a long story.” He blurted.

“Try me. I like long stories, particularly about erections.”

“Well, one of my first ever sexual experiences was at the age of about six.”

“Six!! Precocious or what? Go on and for pity sake stand up it looks as if you are staring at my pussy.” He stood and faced out to sea.

“As I said, I was about six and on a visit to the barber for a haircut when I saw a newspaper on the table. The front page had a picture of a young lady, in a skimpy bikini, standing up to her crotch in the sea. It was obviously cold as you could see her goose bumps and I got the first erection I ever remember. I had no idea what it was, just that it felt good and cold water often has that effect on me to this day, particularly if girls in skimpy bikinis set my imagination off. Sorry about that but that’s the way it is.”

“So are you saying that my ‘skimpy bikini’ set your imagination off?”

“Well, you have to admit, they don’t get any more skimpy than the one you’re not wearing!”

“Yes, but what about your imagination? Am I to assume you were having erotic thoughts about me as well?”

“It would appear so.”

“You dirty, dirty boy!” She chided with a grin as she gently encircled his cock in one hand. “What are we to do with this then? You can’t walk out of the sea with a raging hard on, almanbahis it’s sticking out like a barber’s pole, appropriately enough! Everyone will know what’s going on and this is not the Cap d’Adge.” Then she began a gentle back and forth motion sliding his foreskin slowly over the head of his cock and back again. The cold water hit the uncovered head made it twitch and his erection stiffened even more.

“Christ! No viagra needed here. I’ve never seen a reaction like it!” She moved round the behind him, still masturbating him slowly, rested her ample bosom on his back and cupped his balls with the other hand.

“I think we are going to have to relieve the tension somehow, don’t you? Just relax and let me take care of it for you.” Her strokes got a little longer, not faster but longer, “Nice eh? Like that don’t you?”

Every time the head of his cock dipped into the cold water a tingling shot up his spine.

“Relax and enjoy the memory of that girl. I bet you’ve wanked yourself silly to that memory over the years. Just imagine I am she and you are getting your first ever hand job.” His breathing accelerated along with his pulse, the sensations were fantastic then he let out a little guttural sound.

“About to come are we? Come for your bikini girl, with cold water lapping at her pretty little cunt?” With that she let go of his balls, grabbed his left nipple and pinched hard. She felt the result immediately. Twitch, jerk, as he sent little short spurts of come into the sea. “Well, well, dirty boy, that should do the trick!” She let go of his cock and it started to subside almost immediately.

“Well,” she said as they walked from the waves, “that was something new! The only problem is that you’ve shot your load into the sea and I’m literally dripping with excitement. That was so bloody sexy.”

“I could make you breakfast as a compensation, I only live a few hundred yards down the beach.”

They walked down together talking about this, that and nothing in particular.

“I really was just looking for a swimming partner, but I got carried away when I saw your reaction to the cold water. There was never the intention of anything sexual. Besides I’m single and enjoying it, definitely not looking for a relationship.”

“I am in pretty much the same boat so, sorry about the runaway willy thing.”

“Please don’t apologise. You have no idea how flattering it is for a girl to see someone produce a stiffy like that without any, shall we say, manual assistance!”

They had breakfast and discussed their previous lives, failed relationships and so on.

“Maybe next time I’ll get a swim.”

“I would like there to be a next time. I really admire your confidence and I probably admired your figure for rather longer than I should have.”

“Dirty, dirty boy.” She admonished with a smirk.

“Well it was you that started it, grabbing my cock.”

“I wouldn’t have grabbed it if it hadn’t been trying to poke my eye out.”

“I don’t think it was your eye it was interested in!”

They both giggled, then she got up from her chair and placing her ample naked buttocks on his lap, sat on his knee and toyed with his nipple.

“Look, I know neither of us is interested in a relationship but you got me horny, it’s all your fault with your cold water stiffy. I sorted out your problem, I think it’s only fair that you sort out mine.”

He couldn’t believe his ears, twisted her shoulders round towards almanbahis yeni giriş him and kissed her fully on the mouth. Their tongues melded and her legs parted involuntarily. He allowed his hand to wander between her welcoming thighs and his index finger slipped easily into her obviously excited cunt.

“God you take your time!” She exclaimed, “I’ve been climbing the walls since you told me that story about your first erection. I’ve been waiting here, dripping like a teenager. For crying out loud are we going to shag or what?”

He led her to the bedroom, laid her out on her back with her knees bent over the end of the bed, her voluptuous breasts resting, one on either side of her chest. He spread her thighs, knelt down and lowered his mouth to her waiting pussy. Running his tongue from bottom to top of her moistness he elicited appreciative murmurs every time he reached her clit.

After a few minutes the outer lips, engorged with her excitement, parted to offer the little pink petals of her inner lips and the hood of her clit retracted allowing her bud to peek out provocatively. Judging by the way she was thrashing her head from side to side and making gurgling noises she was getting close. He covered the whole of her sex with his mouth and sucked hard, then licked her protruding clit with light upward movements. Her legs crossed over his back, her thighs clamped his head in place and she shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

“Fuck, that was good. One all I say.” But he hadn’t finished yet. All the excitement had reawakened his cock and, whereas it wasn’t anything like as stiff as it had been earlier, it was certainly ready for more action. He moved her up the bed, rolled her onto her front and pulled her ample hips upwards towards him. Her generous bum filled his view and her cunt was beautifully presented, like some bitch on heat. He moved in behind her, grabbed a haunch in each hand and slid his cock slowly and deeply into her eager wetness.

His back and forth motions were met with noises of appreciation as he stoked the walls of her sex with his cock, searching for that elusive g spot. Clearly he found it as she started to get much more voluble. Normally he didn’t last very long, particularly if he was buried in a wet and eager pussy, but as it was his second time in as many hours he was far from coming. Suddenly she lowered her chest to the bed, yelled something about a dirty, dirty boy, pushed herself forcefully backwards onto him. He felt her orgasmic contractions as she involuntarily tried to milk his balls..

She flopped forwards onto the bed and his cock sprang free glistening with her juices.

“Lie on your back, dirty boy.” She commanded and when he did as he was told she straddled him and lowered herself onto his waiting erection, which slid easily home into the moist interior of her pussy.

“I am now going to fuck your brains out, dirty, dirty boy.” And she started to ride him cowgirl. Her hips ground on his pelvis as she tried to take every last millimetre deep inside and his hands made their way to those magnificent breasts. He caressed them then ran her nipples between finger and thumb.

“Harder, pinch harder.” She encouraged, “I love having my tits treated roughly, harder, as hard as you like.” They rode together cowgirl, him pinching her nipples, she his.

“Let me have your come,” she mewed, reaching behind to massage his balls, “I’m the girl in the bikini, standing up to my pretty little cunt in cold water. Give me your come right now.” He felt a familiar sensation deep inside. She sensed what was happening and ground her clit hard onto his cock then paused to feel his warm semen release gently inside her.

“Next time, dirty boy, I want a fucking swim, OK?”

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As will be pretty obvious to those who’ve read my other stories, this is a sequel to “Bad Cop, Worse Cop.” I’ve found I like Mike LaFratta, partly because I can feel good about making horrible things happen to him.

Enjoy!

* * *

So here was the problem with Daniella (and I was embarrassed it had taken me this long to figure it out).

In bed she was just about perfect. Young and supple, limber in all the best ways, with the smooth firm skin and shapely body she shared with her sister, she was built ideally for the kind of fucking I liked to give. She had a natural sense of balance, making sure she kept her center of gravity low when I took her from behind; on the other hand, when she was on top, she knew just where to perch so that I didn’t get tired.

Some girls never figure that out; they just drive themselves into your intestines from above, leaving you farting uncontrollably as they fuck you. Daniella wasn’t like that. She wasn’t quite the perfect sexual specimen her sister was, but she was close enough. Way above average. Very deserving of my semen.

The problem with her started once she got out of bed.

There was none of her sister’s low, confident voice. She had a nasally, whining overtone when she got stressed, which was often, and frankly that was a chore to listen to. I got enough of that shrill, mopey-tense-female shit from Roberta. She got easily flustered; between the sheets she kept her cool and maintained her poise, but once she got her clothes on it seemed she couldn’t make a decision to save her sweet, peachy ass.

This afternoon, the subject was prom dresses.

“I mean, it would be fucking brutal if I ended up in a shitty color just because I didn’t give the dye enough time to set. But, like, what if I get all fat and gross over the next month, and can’t cram my tits into the dress? Like, I could get it now and have it be the right color, or get it later and hope it fits.” She looked at me, her eyes big and rimmed in pink, and it occurred to me she just might be smoking weed again. “I just feel like I’m fucked either way.”

Maybe you should be, I reflected, keeping my mouth shut. You get much more decisive when you have a dick in your slit. I cleared my throat. “You’re not going to get all fat and gross in just a month,” I pointed out, trying not to sound as exasperated as I felt. “Look at you. You’re a fucking dime. You’d need to spazz out and do nothing but eat the whole time. No exercise…” I trailed off. She didn’t do any exercise as it was, either, other than fucking me. I shook my head. “Just buy the goddamn dress and forget about it.”

She fretted. “It’s so fucking easy for guys,” she spat. I wondered vaguely whether she was starting her period; this was extra moody, even for her. “Just make sure the tie matches, and you’re all done.” She frowned, though it was a pretty becoming look with her eyelashes down like that, all frustrated; I felt my dick twitch, felt a sudden urge to nibble on that protruding lower lip of hers. Or hell, just present her with my cock and let her suck on it, with the dual benefit of getting a sweet blowjob and simultaneously shutting her up.

I sighed. I’d started fucking her on her sister’s referral, and I wished now that I’d listened to the fine print. “I mean, she’s a fucking awesome little bitch,” Tori had explained, her breath stinking of my cum. “But she’s… well, she’s not like me.” Of course not. Nobody was like the splendid, the incomparable Tori.

Something nagged at me. “Why dye it at all?” I frowned. “Why not just buy a dress that’s already the right color?”

She looked at me then with an expression only possible from a high-school girl, righteous and Pope-level correct in her opinions and with no way of understanding why nobody else was capable of understanding the world with her level of sophistication. I swallowed involuntarily; it was a highly, highly fuckable expression. I felt my cock twitch again, more vigorously. Shit. What was it with these Lynne sisters? Only eighteen, and already so effortlessly sexy…

She knew it, too. She stared at me a long time. “If you’re mocking me,” she said calmly, “I’ll stop fucking you. Are you mocking me, Mike?”

Ah yes. This was why I kept tolerating her. That face… Her eyes were smoky-soft under her long lashes, not green like her sister’s but with a sharpness to them, a slight lift at the corners, that was unforgettable, especially when she looked up at me with a mouthful of my cock. Her sister’s occasional acne, her sister’s thin lips, but the rest was all her own, and all gorgeous. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to stroke her cheek, which wasn’t the kind of thing I was known for. “You’ll be fine, Dani.”

Her lips worked a tad, almost smiling, but she didn’t usually let herself do that. Smirks, yes. Smiles, no. It went against her image. “Fuck you,” she murmured automatically; it was just something she was always saying, sort of an in-joke by now. So, my penis swelling steadily under the sheet, I gave the expected response.

“When? Right now, almanbahis adres or later?” There was lust in my eyes; there had to be. She always knew when I was getting turned on.

“Right now, Officer Mike.” Like many girls, she got off on fucking cops. None of them ever liked to admit that, but I’d benefitted from it for years now.

Old Larry had gotten me started on that shit, back when he’d been a sexual legend on the East Adams police force, back before he’d wound up in the chair. “We call them Badge Bunnies, Mikey,” he’d told me back when I’d been a rookie, fresh out of the Air Force. “With those kinds of bitches, you could be the hunchback of Notre fucking Dame, and it won’t matter. Put a badge and a gun on a guy like that, and the Bunnies will fall over themselves for the privilege of taking your dick in their ass.”

And so it had always proved. More often than not, the pussy came from chicks on probation, or hookers (at a cut rate, natch), or junkies. And there was always plenty to be had. But every now and then, if you paid attention and played your cards very carefully, you could end up with pussy of the sort that came from the Lynne sisters, grade-A prime pussy, and every day I wondered what kind of price karma would demand from me for every time I stuck it into either one of them.

Just now, Dani was creeping up my body, her tongue trailing flat and wet over my skin. She was good at this part, the foreplay. She came across as aloof, even shy, when you spoke to her in the halls. But it turned out that initiating sex was the perfect way to get at the twisted, depraved little section of her brain that craved a creative outlet, preferably a dark one. From the first time she fucked me I’d been amazed at her sheer, dark imagination.

Her tongue found its way across my chest, and then she slapped insistently at my hip and started to nudge me over onto my stomach. This was something that required a little pre-planning: I was already semihard, and I didn’t need a bent dick. She was breathing through her mouth as I rolled over, sounding like a rooting pig, but neither of us was saying much. Unlike Tori, Dani usually didn’t talk until after she had my cock in her hole.

I lay there with my head pillowed by my arms, and her squirmy little body was working like an industrious little ant above me. She gave fierce little licks here and there, adding an occasional tickle, an unpredictable swipe of her nails, sometimes even the warm, sandpaper trail of her stubbled mound rubbing across my back.

And the whole time, not a word.

I sensed she had a plan this time, that she wanted me calm and quiescent, so I relaxed as she made me spread my legs by raking her fingernail across the back of my scrotum. I grunted, then laughed slightly, and for a few moments she retreated back up my spine, along my shoulderblades, her toe at one point trailing gently through the crack of my ass. Not too deeply. For a few moments more she lulled me, the skin of her belly fleeting across my back, and then my eyes shot open. “What the fuck!”

She’d slung her legs across my shoulders, snake-quick, and then she’d put the full mass of her wiggly little body across mine, upside down, and then she’d quite decisively driven her face into my butthole.

I don’t know whether I’d ever been rimmed before. I’ve done a lot of really sick shit with a lot of really twisted bitches, but I think I’d have remembered that. Well, I reflected as I gasped back into my pillow, her body a hot and eager weight on top of mine, I’ve certainly been rimmed now. She’d started, and as Old Larry had always told me, once they start it’s usually best just to let them finish. “Every bitch is special, Mikey,” he’d told me seriously. “Even the dumb ugly ones. Let them be special in their own way.”

So I did, even though Dani Lynne was neither dumb nor ugly. Her creeping, questing hands were already coming around underneath my thighs to get leverage for her head, which was twisting and rolling against my ass. I felt her sharp little nose burrowing against my crotch, and then there was a sudden gust of her hot breath straight into my anus, followed before I could even recover by her nimble tongue.

I felt a weird, gluey dampness slithering slowly along my neck, and I realized it was her cunt, drooling all over the back of my head. Shit, the girl was soaked. And so was I, her tongue lashing along my asscrack, digging into my hole. It felt weird, of course, but also oddly, vaguely refreshing; you’ll never get me to admit it, but it reminded me of the kind of feeling you get from a really good massage, or from a chiropractor. And, unexpectedly, I felt strangely touched and emotional: this was the most intimate anyone had ever been with me, by far.

And, of course, my dick went titanium-stiff from the sheer, wicked nastiness of the whole thing.

She sounded hungry back there, growling softly as she licked, and now she’d gotten her hands back up top, her fingers prying my cheeks apart, and I bent my knees instinctively to hike her into the air almanbahis yeni giriş and give her better access. There was also profound relief there, my achy cock finally getting room to bob and pulse beneath me.

Jesus. The girl was fucking insatiable, scarfing away at my ass like it was a melting ice cream cone. I began to wonder, vaguely, just how long the kinky little whore planned to keep this up. She was straddling the back of my head, her snatch all greasy and hot, the acrid and wonderful smell of pussy all around me. Pretty soon, I reflected somewhere in the rapidly shrinking part of my brain that still thought rationally, I’d have to put a stop to this: it was all just too nasty, too overwhelming, the sounds and smells too exciting, and sooner rather than later I’d have to buck her off, lay her down, and fuck her without mercy.

Sooner rather than later, indeed, for it was around then that her tongue jabbed once more into my shitter at the same time her creeping hand found my testicles; her fingers latched on like she was grabbing for the strap on the ceiling of a subway car, and I suddenly felt it: the urgent, driving need to inseminate her. I collapsed sideways, Daniella falling off me with a breathless squawk, and the room air was suddenly cool and soothing where her saliva sluiced through my buttcrack.

I rose up from the mattress like Poseidon coming out of the sea, all fierce and harsh and unstoppable, and just as she was scrambling onto her back I was scrambling onto her front. She knew what I was after, and with admirable presence of mind she got her legs spread and her hips angled just in time to open herself up for me. This was good for her, since I wasn’t stopping for shit; the way my dick was feeling at that point, I’d have been able to put a hole through a brick wall.

I was balls-deep before I even had time to get my arms set to brace myself, so I crashed into her ribcage with a very undignified grunt. She gasped explosively alongside my head as the impact drove the wind out of her, and of course I gave her no time at all to recover before I was fucking her fast and hard like a caffeinated rabbit with a willing hole to thrust into, and there she was just flopping around underneath me with a glazed expression on her face and the shine of her ass-flavored spit all over her chin.

I don’t know what came over me. I’ve been savage with women before, but not like this. I was stabbing her deep, deeper than I ever had before, her sturdy body sliding across the sheets, taking every thrust as her mouth opened wide. Daniella was a loud one, our fucks always punctuated by her sexy little squeaks and pants, but this time she flat-out screeched, hollering in my ear, her arms slowly coming under control and pasting themselves to my flexing asscheeks, her strong legs waving like fans at a soccer game. For my part I had my forearms up under her armpits, clasping onto her shoulders with punishing force.

“Aw yeah, you piece of shit!” she screamed. I started to worry about the neighbors but I knew this couldn’t last long. “Fuck me!” Overcome, I rammed my lips against hers and sucked at her tongue, not even thinking about where it had been, the musty flavor of her mouth tickling at some primal part of my brain; Jesus. This was going to be a spurt for the ages, strong and powerful; she’d be leaking for days. “Give it to me, Mike!”

“Take it.” I wasn’t screaming and yelling, just snarling low and venomous, my spit dripping into her ear, and I felt her shudder as she came sharp and hard around my cock. “Bitch, take it,” and I gave it to her, my fingers falling down to grip cruelly at her hips; suddenly I heard nothing, felt weightless, saw white tingling flashes of hot light, both of us grimacing with the coiled tension in my dick, the twitchy pulses flexing outward against the slick hot walls of her vagina, and I was spewing more cum into that sweet hole of hers than I’d been able to generate since I’d recovered from that quack doctor’s second attempt at snipping my tubes.

The froth started at once, and loudly, for my dick was still moving on autopilot in and out of her slash, our moving bodies stirring my semen into a lewd milkshake. “Goddamn!” Her voice was exultant, even triumphant, her arm locked tightly around my neck. “I figured that would work. You fucked me like a caveman, baby.” She kissed at my face, her breath hot and stinky as I panted into her ear and tried to get control of my hips. “You’ve never made me cum that hard.”

“Likewise,” I groaned. “Shit. When did you become such a slut?”

“I don’t know, baby, I don’t know.” Her smooth, strong legs wrapped loosely around my hips as she rocked with me, slowing down, her mouth wide open in a literal shit-eating grin. “I don’t know what came over me,” she marveled, and then she thought of the punchline. “But I know what came in me!”

I laughed, weakly, and relaxed against her. “You’re a filthy fucking whore,” I told her, and I meant it as a compliment. She knew. “You ever do that before?”

“Not lately,” she replied cryptically, almanbahis giriş and then she was slapping at my ass. “Get off me. I’m going numb.” I obeyed, flopping back onto my clammy pillow.

After, once I’d maneuvered her into the wet spot, I lay there sweaty and tingling while she ran her hands over my dick. She liked doing that after sex, working her fingers through the crusty patches we’d left on my pubes. “You should shave,” she observed suddenly. “You’d look hot, all smooth and hairless.”

“Like you?” Her muscles moved liquidly, seductively against my palm.

“Like me. Think of how much more time I’d have to fuck you if I wasn’t spending hours pulling your pubes out my teeth.” She had a pattern she liked to use, across my groin, then down along the inside of my left thigh, back up to my balls, out across my flaccid dick, down into my sweaty, funked-out crotch, back up my inner right thigh, and then back to the beginning again, over and over, hypnotically. She did the same thing with her tongue sometimes, which I found pleasantly disgusting. “What’s the matter?”

She could tell, goddammit. I sometimes made the mistake of forgetting that eighteen-year-olds weren’t dumb. “Nothing,” I sighed anyway, lying. “Just, you know, remembering.” Pining, more like.

Up and down, back and forth. “You’re pining.” Goddamn. How did women do that shit?

I looked out the window and decided I shouldn’t tell her, even though I knew I would. I liked being a little bit cruel, even with a delicate flower like Dani; it was a hard habit to break. “I miss your sister.”

“Eww. Nasty.” Her fingers didn’t stop, though, pushing the increasingly gummy residue around and around my skin. “I know you fucked her, Mike, but I don’t have to like thinking about it.” I held my tongue, but felt a bit bad about the past tense; Tori and I were still hooking up about three or four times a year. Best if I didn’t mention that; Daniella seemed to have issues thinking about her sister getting banged. She hadn’t reacted well a few weeks ago, when I’d suggested we do a threesome.

It had been Tori’s idea, but I hadn’t mentioned that either.

“Whatever.” I reached down, way down, and squeezed the girl’s naked ass. “Thanks for coming over, but you’re not here to listen to me whine. You’re here to take my cum, like the good little slut you are.”

“Hmm. I already did.” She broke her pattern, just for a moment, to squeeze my cockhead. “I did a pretty good job, though.”

“You did,” I allowed. “But you should probably go home now, Dani. It’s almost four, and I’ve got a detail tonight.” Fucking traffic patrol.

“Bullshit.” She did not move. “You’re inviting some other bitch over, aren’t you?”

“Please.” The answer was no, but it never worked to tell her. She was a jealous little thing. I smiled at the ceiling. “I’m going over to her place, actually.”

“Hey!” She smacked my testicles lightly. “Quit joking.”

I wasn’t, but it didn’t hurt that she thought so. That was another way she was different than Tori: Dani minded that I fucked around, though in fairness I did a lot less of that these days. Tori hadn’t ever cared what I did with other bitches, but then Tori was special.

She knew it, too.

“Seriously, chop chop. I’ve got to take a shower. I can’t show up in my uniform smelling like you.”

She giggled, but stirred and started to move away. “I thought you like the way I smell,” she flirted, and then she was standing naked at the side of the bed, and holy shit. For a second there, I thought about blowing off the detail and nailing her again. She was really, really an outstanding specimen, looking the hottest she’d probably ever look.

If her sister’s body was a powerful, sturdy mass of muscle with a model’s tits and ass grafted on, Daniella’s was similar but with an extra bit of softness that told the world working out was not any kind of option for her. I’d seen her schedule in the school computer: she’d never taken anything but basic PE, and she’d scored Cs every time. Her sister was a fiendish athlete, a cheerleader and dancer and volleyball player; Dani was a reader. Who also liked to play video games. And paint; she’d won art awards for years.

But my God, the sheer voluptuousness of her! She had the sort of body that you felt you could just bury yourself into, the kind that made you want to bend her over and breed with her. Or at least try; I had, maybe twenty times already. Fifteen, definitely, just since January. Thank God for the repeat vasectomy. She’d look like Jabba the Hutt by age thirty, but until then she’d be able to snap her fingers and have any dick she wanted.

World-class genes, the Lynne sisters. Truly stupendous. “What’s your mom look like, Daniella?”

“Eww,” she said again, wrinkling her nose. She pawed at herself, putting her fingers into her twat and then looking critically at them. “She’s fat. Don’t go getting any ideas.” She reached down to wipe her hand on my sheets. “You got a cork? I’m going to ruin my underwear.” She had red marks where I’d grabbed her shoulders and her thighs. She bent at the waist, quickly, to grab her clothes. Her tits bobbed youthfully as she came back up, leaving my throat dry. Fuck. I’d stuck my dick into women of all ages, but there was a reason I kept coming back to college coeds and high-school seniors.

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For as far back as I can remember, my family would visit my Aunt Abby every year during the summer. We would usually stay for a week or two and I always had a great time. She had married my mom’s brother the year I was born. I don’t remember him because he passed away only a few years later.

My parents continued to keep Aunt Abby close to their hearts and an important part of my life. I really loved her. She was my favorite aunt. My last few years of high school I didn’t go with my parents to see her, electing to stay home and fool around with friends. I was now ending my first year of college and knew that I should visit her this year. Scheduling problems with finals made it impossible to go with my parents so I made plans to visit her on my own the following week.

She told me that she couldn’t wait to see me and catch up on what she had missed in my life. Aunt Abby lived in a very exclusive area; big homes with lots of property. The weatherman had predicted a heat wave this week and for once he was right. Aunt Abby had a large pool I couldn’t wait to use it. When I pulled into her driveway I saw her open her front door and wait for me to get my suitcase and come to the door. She opened the screen door and ran to greet me on the walk. She was wearing a pair of very short shorts, a halter-top and no shoes.

“Welcome back Kevin,” she said. ” I’m so happy to see you again. Put that bag down and give your Aunt Abby a hug.”

I put my stuff down and we hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it,” I said.

“It sure has,” she replied. “Stand back and let me look at you. My how you’ve grown. You’ve turned into a real man. The last time I saw you, you only came up to here.” She held out her arm to show how tall I had been. “Now you’re taller than me.”

“I guess I have done a lot of growing these past few years,” I said. “You haven’t changed a bit. You look like the last time I saw you.” This was very true. Aunt Abby was the same age as my mother but looked about 20 years younger. Standing there, dressed as she was, she could have passed for one of my classmates in college. She smiled widely, blushed and said, “Thank you very much. I try to stay in shape. I still swim laps in the pool everyday. I guess that has helped a lot.”

“I guess it has,” I answered. “Because of you I’m on the swim team at school.”

“That’s great! Come on inside and we’ll get you settled in.” I followed her to my room and as I did I noticed how short her shorts really were. The cheeks of her ass were peeking out of the bottom as she walked. Each side would appear and disappear with the motion of her hips. Her back and legs showed the developed muscles form her daily swims. Her blond hair was cut short making her neck seem very long. I could smell the perfume she had worn since I could remember.

“Put your stuff in this room,” she told me. “When you get set, come outside to the patio where we can talk.” As she turned and left I couldn’t help but stare at her fine ass again. I put my clothes away and got into my swim trunks. It was hot and I wanted to use her pool to cool off. As I came to the sliders that led outside I could see my aunt by the portable bar she had out there. She had some music on and she was dancing by herself. She had her back to the door and wasn’t aware I was looking. She was making moves like an exotic dancer.

Her body swayed like a snake showing how limber she was. I watched as she bent over and was able to place the palms of her hands flat to the ground. Her shorts rode up as high as they could, the edges inching there way towards her crack. I couldn’t see any panties because she wasn’t wearing any. I could feel my cock start to get bigger so I backed away from the door until I could come out without her noticing. When I felt safe, I made some noise and went out.

She invited me to the bar and offered me a drink. We both had a beer and went to sit on a pair of lounge chairs that faced each other. As we talked she shifted her position and I could see that her dance movements from before had pushed her shorts into the slit of her pussy. They didn’t go in deep but the depression was obvious. The two mounds created by her cunt were smooth and even. almanbahis giriş I felt my dick start to grow again and quickly covered it with my hands and the bottle of beer.

I raised my knees up to try to give me more cover before realizing that I was now giving my aunt a good view of where I kept my balls. I slowly put one leg down and tried to control myself. She asked me if I wanted another drink and I said yes. She got up and as she did she spread her legs very wide. The material of the shorts between her legs flattened out but then quickly dove deeper into her pussy. A very distinct line was now visible as she walked towards me. She stood over me and asked, “Are you finished with that one?”

“It’s gotten warm,” I answered. “Could I have a cold one?”

“Sure, no problem.” She turned and I quickly placed my hard dick up on my stomach and used my waistband to keep it down. As she walked away I noticed her reach her fingers up between her legs and pull her shorts out from her snatch. When she returned with my beer, her shorts were neat but I noticed a slight darkness to their color right where they had been inside of her. She handed me my beer and I swear I could smell her as her hand came close to my face. This time she sat in a different chair and crossed her legs. To my relief my dick began to return to its normal shape but I could feel a wet spot where the hole of my pecker had been.

We talked for a while, reminiscing about old times. She asked, “Do you have any girlfriends?” I said. “No one really. Believe it or not there aren’t too many good ones out there. I thought that when I got to college there would be hundreds of good looking ones to pick from but most of them are taken. If I could meet one like you I would be very happy.”

“Why thank you Kevin. Who knows, you might find someone like me faster than you think. I see you have your trunks on. Let’s go for a swim.”

“I’d love to Aunt Abby.” She looked me in the eyes, smiled and said, “You can stop calling me Aunt Abby. Abby will do just fine. You make me feel as old as your mother when you say that.” We both laughed out loud and I said, “Ok. Abby it is for the rest of the week.” She said, “I bought a new bathing suit last week. I’ll go put it on and I’ll meet you at the pool.” She went inside to change and I headed for the pool.

Her back yard was very secluded. The boundary was outlined with tall thick pines. Her neighbors couldn’t see or hear anything that happened here. I got in her pool and started to do some slow laps. I never noticed Abby return until I finished and took my head out of the water. She was standing at the edge of the pool right above where I had stopped. I looked up and saw her standing with one hand behind her head and the other on the hip that she had thrown out to one side, her knee bent and the heel of that leg lifted off the ground.

She was posing in the smallest bikini I could remember seeing. It was white. The bra barely covered her tits. I could see the milky, white, skin which had always been covered in her other suits. Her nipples were hard. The panty covered a little bit more than the top did but that wasn’t saying much. “Well. How do you like it?” she asked. “I know it’s small but I thought, I’ve got the body so why not show it.” She was right. Time had only made Abby better. She had a body that many women would die for. Her body was toned and firm from swimming so much.

I said to her, “I like it very much. You look very sexy.” She smiled at me and then dove into the water right over my head. I turned and she came up just behind me cursing. “Damn bra. I thought this might happen.” She stood up facing me and I saw that her tits had fallen out. They were perfectly round, standing firmly in place. Her hard nipples stood out erect, drops of water rolling down her tits and dripping from them. I watched as she cupped each breast in her hand and gently repositioned them into her suit. She smiled at me and said, “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell mom,” I replied. She let what I said sink in and then she burst out laughing. I laughed too and then watched her go onto her back and float away. Her tits spread out upon her chest, nipples pointing skyward. almanbahis adres The water made her suit more revealing and I could the dark line between her legs where her pussy was. We floated around for a while and then she asked, “Are you up to a race with Abby?” I said, “Sure, but I know who the winner will be.”

“We’ll see about that,” she said. “How many laps can the college man do?” We agreed to swim the length of the pool three times. She had always won when I was younger but I knew she couldn’t keep up with me now. She counted down to the start and off we went. She kept up with me for the first two laps. On the final lap I was ahead by a couple of feet when suddenly I felt something. Abby had gotten close to me and grabbed hold of my trunks.

With one strong yank she had pulled them down around my knees. As I struggled to pull them back up Abby swam for the edge. When I finally broke to the surface she was at the end with her arms in the air, laughing and yelling, “I won, I won.” I swam towards her yelling back, “You cheated. That wasn’t fair. You cheated.”

She continued to proclaim her victory as I came closer. She backed away laughing and pointing at me saying, “Loser, loser. I won. I won.” I reached for her and she made for the ladder, laughing all the way. She was climbing out when I got to her and grabbed her ankle. She let out a wild scream, never stopping from laughing. I yanked and she fell back into the pool screaming out even louder. She struggled to get away but I was stronger.

As we fought I put my arm around her and grabbed hold of her. My hand had found its way underneath her bra and I had a firm hold of her tit. It felt as good as it looked. I could feel her hard nipple pressing against the palm of my hand. I held on tight and brought my other hand around her body. I could feel her hipbone where the panties of her suit were barely staying on. I brought my hand down and felt the tendon that ran down from her crotch to her inner thigh. She struggled more and twisted away from me. She tried to swim away, still laughing, but I caught her again. This time when I reached out my right hand grabbed onto her upper inside thigh again. I reached with my other hand and held onto the cheek of her ass.

She broke free and I lunged for her again. This time my right hand went further. My fingers slid just under her panties and I could feel the hairs that covered her cunt. She twisted again, broke free and swam for safety. Still laughing she reached the edge of the pool and lifted herself up. I watched as her ass rose from the water. Her suit had crawled up deep inside the cheeks of her firm butt. She turned and sat on the edge facing me. I watched as the tit, which I had held in my hand, bounced up and down as she laughed. This time she didn’t bother to cover it up. Instead, she reached behind her neck, undid the knot, took it off and said, “Damn bra,” and laughed some more. She leaned towards me and asked, “Well, did you have fun, loser?”

Her tits were hanging right in front of my nose but that didn’t bother Abby. I looked into her eyes and said, ” You cheated.” She threw her head back and squealed with delight. She lifted her legs out of the pool, grabbed her knees and rolled onto her back. The panties of her suit were now drawn up deep inside of her cunt. The lips of her pussy were now bulging out on either side of her crack like little mounds, daring me to touch them. Her ass was round and firm, the drops of water shining in the sunlight. She finally sat back up and rested her chin on her knees. I put my hands on her feet and asked, “What other tricks do you have planned?”

“Follow me and find out,” she said. She got up and I followed her inside. I watched as the water dripped from between her legs. I followed her up the stairs, reaching out and feeling her ass as it moved in front of me.

“Go a little further,” she told me and I pushed my fingers under her panties and felt for the opening of her cunt. It was very wet and the slipperiness told me that it was more than pool water that I felt. As I kept my hand there, Abby was able to spread her legs so that I could reach further. I felt for her slit and spread her lips apart with my fingers. I slid two almanbahis adres fingers into her and felt the heat coming from inside. She took me to her bedroom then turned to face me.

“If you take them off for me it will be much easier.” I slid her panties off and she helped me with my trunks. We stood facing each other and she moved towards me to kiss. My hard dick was pointing straight at her, jabbing her. She grabbed my hard cock and proceeded to lift one leg up and rest it on my hip. She then pushed my dick up inside her wet pussy. It slid in with no problem. She then put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Aunt Abby couldn’t do this to you but Abby can.” She pushed her tongue deep inside my mouth and moaned with pleasure.

She pulled her lips from mine and said, “Why don’t you see how the rest of Abby tastes.” She pulled her pussy off of my throbbing cock and went to lie down. She took a pillow from the head of the bed and positioned it under her hips. She spread her legs as wide as she could, reached down between her legs, and spread the lips of her pussy. She said to me, “I know that you’ve been wondering what I taste like ever since those beers on the patio. The show I put on for you there was to prepare you for this. Did you like the way my pants filled the crack of my pussy? Now you can fill me with your tongue. Come on Kevin. Eat me.”

I went to her to do as she said. She knew I wanted to taste her badly. I looked at her pussy and saw how wet she really was. I smelled her sweetness just as I had when she handed me the beer. I could see her juices pooling up in the folds of her cunt. I watched as it grew in one spot, collecting, and then slowly trickled down, leaving the confines of her pussy and rolling in the direction of her asshole. I quickly lapped this juice up with my tongue before it disappeared. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. I pushed my face hard into her cunt.

She moaned and pushed back. I could feel the inside of her pussy open wider, aching to be filled by whatever was down there. Right now it was spreading for my mouth and I knew it would open even wider to accept my hard throbbing cock. I knew that when her pussy felt that it would be filled with my hot, thick cum it would open out to its limits. Abby rocked with pleasure as she felt me explore every fold and corner that had stayed hidden from this kind of pleasure for so long.

I could sense her begin to orgasm as I licked and sucked on her clit. I could feel the waves rising up from deep inside as she pushed harder against my mouth. A low moan began to come from her, building up volume with the nearing of her orgasm. Her juices ran freely as she finally came. She closed her legs on my head as I continued to let my tongue work on her clit. She went on and on, thrusting her hips into the air, rolling her body from side to side. Fluid continued to exit from her pussy even after her orgasm had begun to subside. She reached down and pulled my face from her wet cunt. She looked down at me and said, “We aren’t done with Abby yet, are we?”

“No, I’m not done with Abby yet. However, I’m pretty sure that I’ll never visit Aunt Abby again.” She smiled at me knowing what I meant. The aunt of my younger years was gone. She had been replaced by the woman that was in bed with me now. The new Abby had a fire that burned inside of her and wanted me to satisfy her. She held out her arms and invited me to put my cock into her. I slid into her with ease. She was so wet it seemed as if we were still in the pool. Her legs opened wide as we both headed towards orgasm. She looked at me and said nothing as her body once again began to vibrate all over as she came and came.

As my hot cum exploded deep inside her cunt, she cried out with pleasure. Her steamy juices and my thick hot cum poured out of her hole and onto the pillow under her hips. It ran down over her asshole and as it did another wave of orgasm went through her body. When her body had finally finished bringing her such pleasure we lay together exhausted. She held and kissed me as my hard cock finally softened even though I was still inside of her. She said, “Thank you. I’ve needed to feel this way for a long time. When I knew you would be coming here alone I prayed that this would happen. You know you’re my favorite nephew.”

“If I didn’t know before, I sure know now,” I said. I stayed for an additional week and transferred to a nearby college so that I could stay with her for the next three years. Maybe I’ll go to graduate school!

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I can’t say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did OK and wasn’t in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school.

I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would sponsor me through University and after a few years was looking for the right girl, or at least the wrong girl in the right place.

Don’t get me wrong, I was no stud but I’d had a fantastic introduction to sex. Like all the best porn films I’d been led astray by an older woman. During my second year at University I couldn’t get a place in the halls of residence and hadn’t been able to get cheap rooms on campus and had to go out and rent a room. I was put on to a family member that lived on the outskirts of town, some way off from my University but my landlady worked in town and would drop me off as often as possible.

My landlady Amy was in late forties, extremely attractive, positive and vivacious and was nursing her husband Tom who was in the last stages of Parkinson’s. Her husband was ten or more years older than her, and had been a high level non-medical manager in the health service who’d gradually succumbed to his illness. I’d met them a couple of times at family parties and weddings and the like but didn’t know them that well.

Husband Tom was a ‘work-hard play hard’ type of guy that ‘lived life in top gear’ or at least gave that impression and liked to show off about his latest golf club, new running shoes and male menopause car, and my Dad confessed that he’d never liked him that much and he’d always seemed a bit ‘up himself considering he was just a pushy clerk’ but we were all saddened to learn of his illness.

Working with medics and knowing that his prognosis for Parkinson’s was not good, when he reached a certain point in his condition he’d requested that he could stop eating and drinking, . While his doctors had said that he probably had a couple of years of ‘quite reasonable’ health he wanted none of it and could not, would not be ‘a healthy brain trapped in a twitching, twisted, helpless, dribbling, doubly incontinent body slowly shutting down’.

And so with a wildly twitching head and hand he searched the internet on his laptop computer and impressed with what he found, he concentrated as hard as he could to read what was on the screen. It was simple, he decided he would decline food and drink.

He asked Amy for his favourite meal that he could still manage and she went to their regular Indian restaurant and remembering him and his sad decline they cooked him a special chicken biryani along with all of his favourite sides.

She propped him up in his bed and gave him his tablets, and he took them with his beer. They laughed and joked and he reminded her of their life together. She shed a few tears and he said that with her support, this was to be his final meal and his final drink, and that by his best guess his life should end in a week to ten days.

Having watched her wonderful, bright, active husband become this bed-bound twitching wreck had broken her heart and she wasn’t sure that she could watch him undertake this final journey and said so.

Huge tears slipped down his face and that was enough. When the nurse came to help with his bed time routine he announced his decision. The nurse said that she would have to tell the doctor, but they helped him upstairs and into his own bed where he’d asked that he could spend his final days. His doctor called around the next morning and he knew his patient well; after some pointless discussion he agreed and contacted his staff to that effect.

That was that; when the dehydration began to cause him pain, the district nurses put him on to morphine and after 15 long days he finally slipped away.

I arrived ten days after his death and a week before his funeral. Amy was a first or second cousin of my Mum – extended family – and much as my Mum had said that I should give everyone time to get over the death and not move in until after, perhaps sleep on a mate’s floor or a local B&B. Amy said that I was most welcome and would help to take everyone’s minds off of the next few days so I moved in.

Amy was curvy and sexy but amazingly sad. I made myself as useful as I could, loading the washing machine, packing the dishwasher, vacuuming etc. I made tea and coffee and tried to help seeing as both of her children were due back from University for their father’s funeral, both Tom and Amy had insisted that they should continue studying.

They came home the night before and I offered to move out of the spare room to give everyone time to grieve, but none of them would have it. On the day of the funeral I got up at six and threw myself into whatever needed doing, including making breakfast toast, gallons of tea and coffee, greeting the caterers, the funeral directors, mourners and generally making myself indispensable. Being almanbahis adres close but not too close the funeral director kind of used me as the sensible family member that could be relied on not to break down in tears.

“You’re a treasure Terry,” Amy said on that and so many other occasions.

The funeral was one of those ‘celebrations of life’ and I saw many of my relatives, including my Mum and Dad attending the crematorium and listening to the funnies that Tom’s brother Hugh told of his older brother. It was upbeat, sweet but dreadful to the point of cringingly painful and Hugh was trying just too hard. It made the final closing of the curtain all the worse and Amy, the two grown up children, Tom’s widowed mother and even comedian Hugh lost it as they slid shut.

There was a large wake afterwards in a local pub, and being the only sober one, I drove my landlady and her two children home, all three the worse for the booze they’d put away on that happy, awful day.

Amy’s children went back to their universities and life carried on; never for one moment was there a suggestion anything at all ‘naughty’, sorry. We never passed on the upstairs landing with her in a filmy, flimsy see-through negligee, I never saw her in her underwear in the kitchen, had my own bathroom so there was none of that bumping into each other in the mornings.

However, she had phone calls from both of her children and seemed very upset one evening during my third month there. It turned out it was his birthday and then a few days after, her silver wedding anniversary and she was of course very upset. I was supportive and despite homework just stayed with her the whole evening.

At a little after ten she said I should go to bed, as I had to be up early and I kissed her hand and left. I woke up at about one o’clock to Amy getting into bed with me.

“I just… I just want… need to hold your hand Terry,” she stumbled in her tears, “can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Of course,” I said, throwing my duvet back and seeing her in her cotton PJ’s. Fortunately for me I was wearing boxer shorts, something I always did when not at home, and she slid into my double bed. We lay together in silence and we reached out for each-others hands, she giving mine a gentle squeeze and a whispered ‘thanks Terry.’

I woke at six to find the duvet pushed off of her and Amy lying with one arm across my bare chest, and in the pale early light coming through a gap in the curtain I could see one of her boobs down the gap of her PJ top. Similarly, the stretchy trousers had slid down just enough for me to be able to see the rise or her bottom and the beginning of her buttock cleft.

I had a late tutorial that day, so was in no rush to get up. Unfortunately that didn’t apply to my penis and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I desperately hoped I could get out of bed without her seeing. My bedroom was quite small and my bed pushed against the wall so technically I would need to climb over her if I wanted to get up first.

So I closed my eyes and hoped that I could drift off to sleep and that she’d get up before me. I did sleep for a while stirring when Amy woke up and but obviously not enough to fully realise where she was.

Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, and touching the top of my erection.

“Hmmmm…” she said sleepily and with some contentment. She stroked her hand along the length of my rock hard cock making it even harder!

I felt Amy’s hand whipped away from my groin as she obviously realised where she was and who she was with. I thought she’d get up and leave, but instead she must have been doing what I’d done a few minutes before and was ogling my body and penis as it strained against the elastic of my boxers.

I left her to it, and after it was obvious I wasn’t going to get a repeat performance I ‘woke up’ and she grinned at me,

“Thanks Terry,” she said pecking me on the cheek, “I slept like a log; I’ll go and get some tea.” She got up, pulling up her trousers, the shape of her lovely buttocks momentarily clear through the thin worn cotton; she did have a lovely bum, no two ways about it.

This was recreated the next night only this time she came in with two mugs of tea, and asked if she could hold my hand again. The PJ’s from the night before had changed to a loose vest top over an unrestricted bosom, and clingy shorts and I appreciated the change. She leaned forward to put down the two tea cups and I could see straight down her top at her still full breasts and they looked great.

We lay there and chatted easily about Uni and what I wanted to do afterwards, and then she talked about her hopes for her children and the future. Eventually, she turned out the light and we lay back just holding hands. I was dead nervous.

Like randy twenty year old virgins of my age I was a prolific masturbator and fantasist, but here I was terrified. In the shower that almanbahis yeni giriş morning I’d pulled myself off just thinking about her stroking my cock for that brief moment and her wonderful arse I’d all but seen, and my orgasm was almost painful, spitting my youthful semen against the glass wall of the shower stall.

Amy was more than twice my age, gorgeous, and a distant relative and I lay there holding her hand and trying not to get an erection, which was of course precisely what happened.

I eventually managed to drift off to sleep, but came round at about two to find that I had rolled to one side and that Amy had backed up into me so we were spooning, and somehow my right arm was now across her waist and she was holding it to her flat stomach – under her T-shirt – with my thumb just brushing the underside of her boobs.

I so wanted to extend my thumb to touch her breasts; just once, just so I could kid myself that I’d touched real ones which would then inform my masturbation fantasies. Of course my cock swelled just at this thought and the beautiful half naked woman I was holding on to. I tried to get back to sleep, and thought getting my hand back and rolling to the other side, because I’d moved so far away from her I didn’t have room, so I was pretty much stuck; what’s worse my throbbing cock was bound to touch her at some stage if I stayed as I was.

To make it worse, she must have felt me move, or tense up or something because she sighed and moved back into the space I’d just made and rubbed her bottom against my erection and I could feel her wriggle until it was pushed between her buttocks; she gave a slightly stronger sigh, the tiniest wiggle, before taking my hand and pulling it up to lay on soft warm breast. To make matters worse she squeezed my hand with hers and I kneaded soft tit flesh for the first time. As I felt her nipple extend into my palm it was all I could do not to come in my pants there and then.

I woke up a while later and my right arm was under me and starting to suffer pins and needles. I tried to get it out from under me, but I was feeling brave seeing as my other arm was still holding her breast. I managed to slide it out from under me, and in a strange wriggly manoeuvre I slid it up and under my pillow and her pillow, so it ran across her shoulder. Inspired by my own bravery I laid it across her and, more by luck than judgement, it went under her vest top and straight on to her other breast. I squeezed both and pulled her tight to me, and this elicited a further sigh and the addition of her other hand over my other hand, and further push against my now rock hard penis with her bottom. I fell back to sleep almost immediately not thinking how we’d explain this in the morning.

When the morning came we were still snuggled up really closely and I was still holding her bare breasts under her T-shirt and she still had one arm across both my hands, with the other reaching back pushed through the waistband of my boxers and on to my thigh. Yes, my erection was pushing between her buttocks.

It was obvious she was awake, and it took no time for her to push my hands against her boobs and gently stroke my thigh, her nipples hard again. She turned her still sleepy face back to me and smiled.

“Thank you again Terry,” she again pushed my hands against her bare tits, “I slept like a log again,” she rubbed her arse against my penis, “and it seems like you’ve woken up with one!” she giggled. She rolled over and I disentangled my hands from her boobs and vest top. She took my hand and rested it on her still bare midriff, and looked into my face. “I can’t thank you enough Terry,” she said dropping her eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ‘slept’ properly in about five or six months. With Tom’s last few months, he could only sleep in a hospital bed downstairs, then he insisted he wanted to go up to our room to die, and seeing as he was staff they let him.” She choked up a bit and looked back at my face, “I actually tell people that I lost Tom about six months ago, as that was when he stopped being ‘him’;” she dropped her eyes, shook her head a bit and looked back at me again. “It was so lovely to actually be held by someone again, thank you Terry.” She kissed my cheek tenderly and rested her forehead against mine. She rolled over and got up, her arse looked wonderful. “My turn for the tea and breakfast again Terry, what time do you have to be in college?”

“Usual time,” I said pulling the duvet back over my erection. I’m sure she noticed.

“Well you jump in the shower Darling, and I’ll do breakfast.” In the shower I lasted about half a dozen strokes before I shot my come against the glass wall.

We had a very relaxed breakfast of marmalade toast and tea, and I took her up on her offer of a lift to college even though I wasn’t due in for nearly two hours. I sat in the refectory nursing a coffee and thinking about the last night. She was hot, sexy but as they say in the movies, ‘just not that in to me’. I finished almanbahis giriş my coffee and headed off for my lecture.

Would probably never happen again, and what the fuck if I did get a stiffy, she’d spent most of the previous evening rubbing herself against it already. I got a several handfuls of boob into bargain.

It was Friday night and I got home to find that she had prepared a really nice meal, had taken the afternoon off to shop and prepare it in fact.

“Go up and shower and change Terry,” she said, “I’ve prepared us something nice to celebrate the weekend.” She was wearing a stretchy floral dress that clung to every wonderful feminine curve and looked so fucking hot it was unbelievable. I showered, and put on the smartest clothes I had. I was a student and not that well supplied with them after all. I went with my black 501’s and a blue denim shirt that I buttoned up under a matching tie. I added a splash of aftershave. As I came into the room I noticed she had turned off the main lights going instead with candles.

“Look at you,” she said, “all dressed up,” I could see some red in her cheeks and she turned her back on me.

“Least I could do Amy,” I replied, “have to apologise that I don’t even come close to your sexy outfit…” I put my hand over my mouth; shit, I used the S word and that was the one thing we were both trying to avoid, or so it seemed to me.

“You look sexy as well Terry,” she said turning to face me, “trust me!” She popped the top on a bottle of Asti and she poured us both a glass, next she reached into the oven and returned with two plates piled with steak, chips and mushrooms, next the fridge revealed two plates of salad.

She sat down opposite me, and raised her glass,

“This is a toast just for me,” she said looking to the ceiling, “to my wonderful late husband Tom on the occasion of our silver wedding anniversary, with who I never shared a cross word or deed and who I miss every day,” I saw a single tear in her eye, “to you my Darling Tom-Tom, hoping heaven’s golf courses never close and you can finally get your handicap below 13.” She closed her puffy eyes and took a long draught of wine, draining it in one go.

I tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up, and raise the mood just a bit. I stood,

“To Amy’s Tom,” I said looking from the added height straight down the front of her dress at the black bra responsible for her great shape, “You must have been well hell of guy. But playing off of a 13 with a wife as beautiful as this in love with you? You must be in heaven,” I emptied my glass as well.

It worked and she giggled, and topped up both of our wine glasses and I sat back down. We spent a very pleasant hour chatting and eating the splendid steak and chips. Amy asked if I could manage something else and said she had an Eton mess in the fridge. I stood up and got it from the fridge placing the large bowl between us and two smaller basins. She spooned out large portions and we tucked in with gusto.

I love Eton mess above all other sweets, and it was wonderful, made with my favourite black cherries rather than strawberries. I ate my portion, then laughing Amy took another spoonful for herself then pushed the bowl over to me. AND I finished it.

She had already started to make coffee, so I began to scrape plates and load them in the dishwasher, along with all the cutlery and crockery we’d used that night.

We headed back to the living room with a tray which I carried; we sat on the large sofa with and she turned to face me, knees drawn together and up on the cushion, she rested against the back of the sofa her head on her arm.

I’d never been on a date before, and I’d drunk half a bottle of Asti Spumante. I was slightly tipsy and because I’d never been on a date, I didn’t realise I was on one. As the night drew on I noticed we were no longer talking about Tom, and it was more about me. She started to yawn and I stood and indicated that I was heading for my bed. She grinned and said she would follow a bit later.

“Goodnight Amy,” I said, taking her hand and kissing it, “I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much.”

“You are most welcome Terry,” she beamed at me.

I headed for my bed with just the slightest wobble and I heard her chuckle. I got to bed and stripped out of my clothes and rolled into bed. I lay awake for a few moments wondering if Amy would come and join me again, but my long day and my great evening soon had me sound asleep.

I felt the bed dip as she got in, and I rolled to my side lifting the duvet so she could take up the same spooning position we had the nights before. This time I wrapped both my arms around her and took hold of her great boobs and felt her bottom push against my groin. The message finally reached my Asti fuddled brain some moments later that she was naked, and so was I.

I didn’t have an erection, at least not when I fell asleep.

When the late autumn sun started to creep through the curtains, I definitely did mind you. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and my cock was not flat against her buttocks or resting in the crease as it had done before but thrusting and pinched between her thighs and resting against her bare pussy. I flinched and she must have felt it.

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It was my last year at a college located on the outskirts of a small mining town. They were boom times, the high point of a cycle that brought prosperity to the local residents. When times are good in mining, mining families have a lot of fun.

My best friend Bob and I had rented a small upstairs apartment for the school year. It was in an old ramshackle house and our access was through the owner’s kitchen on the lower floor. Our landlords were an older couple, probably early sixties. The husband Hal was a former underground miner and his wife Vi was a simple sweet lady. They were generous to a fault and always concerned that we were doing all right. Both were partial to beer, and as far as I could make out drank it every day. They had several married kids who visited often and always brought more beer. The old house was rattling on most weekend nights and occasionally on weekdays as well.

Their daughter Stella and her hubby Steve were regular visitors. Both Stella and Steve were built along the lines of football linemen. They were short and solid and looked like they were made of India rubber. Stella always gave the impression that she would burst out whatever clothes she might be wearing. I thought she was hot as hell. She was about 35 years old at that time. Steve was a tough guy and one of the best hard rock miner’s in the area. They were always in a great mood, laughing and ebullient and profane.

Bob and I were treated like family, although we seldom joined into festivities downstairs. We had our own lives, lots of studying, weekend work in one of the mines and girl friends. As a result the only time we encountered the family was on weekend nights following nights out with our girlfriends. Downstairs parties lasted until the wee hours, or until the beer ran out, and were usually still going when we returned home.

Stella liked to tease us with suggestive comments as we passed through their kitchen. She would demand a dance, or ask for an invite upstairs, tell us what she would like to do to us in bed. ‘Have you ever tried a real woman instead of those young innocent girls? Would you like to find out if you were man enough for a real woman?’ There would be laughs and offers for beer but we seldom stopped for more than a few minutes.

Our bedroom was virtually the upper landing of the stairway and our beds were just a few feet from the top step. We had a small bathroom and one other room with a table, small fridge and hotplate. It was both our kitchen and study room. Usually on weekends, and after a shift in one of the mines or a night out with our girls, we were both ready for the sack.

Stella had suggested one evening that she and her sister-in-law Marion were going to join us in bed to show us how it was done. There was much laughter and Steve had shouted at us, “don’t let them in bed with you, they’ll break your backs, you’ll never work again.”

About 20 minutes later and just after we had crawled into bed, we heard the stairs creaking. Stella and Marion appeared suddenly at the foot of our beds.

Stella was pretty much in control while Marion held her hand over her mouth and giggled. “You interested in some real women? I’ve seen your girl friends; bet they don’t come across too often. C’mon, move over, it will just take a few seconds!” Stella was waving her beer and flaunting her generous tits at us.

She was much more accurate than she realized, in that while we both had steady girls, we were not getting anything more than some heavy necking and hand jobs. And while we realized that the likelihood of getting anything from Stella and Marion on this particular night was extremely remote, we did have two real ladies standing at the foot of our beds who did more than talk about fucking. We were both hiding hard-ons under the sheets.

That was the end of it that night, but it had emboldened Stella and was the beginning of fairly regular visits upstairs on weekend nights. She restricted herself to suggestive comments but her tight skirts and low cut blouses certainly added to our pleasure. And always there was the suggestion that she could take care of both of us quite easily. She was enjoying her forays to our bedroom as much as were we.

Bob and I discussed what we would like to do with Stella if we ever got her alone, but also considered what Steve would do to us if we ever did get into her panties. He was not a guy to mess with. almanbahis giriş Screwing her became a regular discussion point with us after returning home from a fruitless evening attempting to convince our girl friends that intense foreplay without follow-up sex was not healthy. I did learn later that Bob had broken new ground and was getting regular pussy by that time.

The mind plays strange tricks on a person. I became convinced that Stella’s suggestive comments came from a real desire to climb into bed with me. She seemed softer towards me; I fantasized about her lying naked on my bed, her lusty eyes gazing up at me as I hovered over her round naked body. I could feel those hard full tits under my chest as I lay down on her. I imagined her legs wrapped around me, thrusting her mound up at me as I stroked her endlessly. I became bolder. I laughed at her comments, but I let my eyes roam her body and fasten on her eyes, letting her know that I really would like to live out her suggestive comments. I imagined that the tipping point was close and that all that we needed was the opportunity to be alone.

We lived in a small town, most people outside of the temporary student population had lived there for years, and everyone knew everyone else. There was no easy way for me to find Stella alone long enough to do what I believed we both wanted. I became obsessed with the fantasy and became less attentive to my own girl friend.

I discovered that Stella worked part time in a little corner store and I soon learned her schedule. I started to drop in ostensibly to buy a few meager items for meals. If the owner was in the store Stella was her boisterous suggestive self, teasing and baiting me, asking about my girl friend and telling me I would go blind with too much sex.

If she was alone in the shop, she was quiet and spoke little except with her eyes. We allowed our hands to touch with the exchange of cash, lingering longer than necessary, our skin burning from the touch. There was little doubt that we would mate if we ever had the chance.

One day she followed me behind a shelf, protected from the view of any passers by. We kissed, gently at first, and then as our bodies melded together our lips parted and tongues engaged in a wild knee weakening exchange. I closed my hand around her breast, caressed and squeezed as she pressed her hips tight against mine, seeking to rub her mound on my hard cock.

“What will we do?” I groaned in anguish.

She pushed back from me, her eyes boring into mine. She looked around and then whispered, “We’ll find a way, we have to.”

She began leaving notes under my pillow. I presume that she would visit her parents during the day and slip upstairs to leave them while I was away. They were hot and suggestive, not really love notes but sex notes. She had become as obsessed with me as I was with her. She never signed them of course, but I knew that it was not Vi!

‘I want you in me. I can still feel your hard cock rubbing on me. Can feel your hands on my body, squeezing my tits, your tongue in my mouth. We have to find a way.’

‘My pussy is so hot for you. It burns when I think of being naked with you. My panties are wet all the time. I know that I will have you soon.’

Bob began to notice the looks that passed between Stella and I. One night he said, “What’s up with you and Stella? Are you getting it on with her? Be careful, you could fuck up our rental arrangement, not to mention getting the crap beat out of you.”

I assured him that we had not been alone, but did not hide the fact that I was thinking about her a lot and if the chance came along that I would indeed lay one in her. He was currently getting all he could handle from his girl friend and knew how barren my sex life was and understood my desperation. He just shrugged and told me to be cautious.

The opportunity arrived in a totally unplanned manner. It was a Saturday night and I had been out with my girl friend. Our standard ending each night took place in the hallway outside her parent’s apartment. We would stand there for hours, necking and rubbing and feeling. I had tried everything to induce her to let me fuck her while standing in that hallway. And like every other night, she had rebuffed me. I left early following an exchange of cruel words.

Things were quiet back home. I could see the flicking light of the TV in the almanbahis adres living room and could hear some muffled sounds, but there was no sign of either Vi or Hal. I trudged up the creaking stairs, feeling left out and alone. I stripped down for a shower and lingered under the hot water before toweling down. I pulled on my briefs and returned to the bedroom with the thought of reading a while, maybe even studying a bit.

As the bed came into view, I noted white panties and bra hanging on the footboard. Stella was in my bed, a nervous smile on her face and the outline of her body clearly visible under the sheet. She raised a finger to her lips, a totally unnecessary warning. I stood there transfixed, my erection quickly rising inside my shorts. Stella noted it and pulled the top part of the sheet down to expose her gorgeous hard packed tits tipped by huge aureoles and tiny pointed nipples.

She rolled towards me and reached over and grasped my cock through the shorts. She mouthed, ‘It’s hard already’. She shifted her upper body up on an elbow in order to pull my shorts down. Her tits dangled and swayed as she moved, as desperate to get my cock out as I was to get it out. I helped her, tugging the shorts down my legs and strangely pleased that I had just put on clean shorts.

She rubbed my cock on her cheek and neck before answering my prayer and sliding her mouth over the knob while holding me by the shaft. She peered upward at me to read my reaction.

I groaned silently as she sucked and licked it. Her hot fingers continued stroked my shaft as her mouth pleasured me. She lay back suddenly as I tugged the sheet down to expose her round hard body. God she looked beautiful. I stood there for a brief moment, playing with her nipples and drinking in the sight of a woman who desired and wanted me.

I leaned down to kiss her, sliding one hand down her belly before working my fingers along each side of her glistening slit. She whispered to me, “You can’t fuck it till you lick it.” She lifted one knee and spread wide. I slipped two fingers into her, one each side of her prominent clit, fingering her as I moved my body between her legs. I bent and rubbed my face between those two great tits before sucking each nipple. My fingers continued to slide in and out of her slit, the heel of my hand pressed down hard on her mound and full bush.

“Jim, please, no teasing,” she moaned through her teeth. I slid down and raised her legs over my shoulders and moved my face in over her musk-scented pussy. I was good at this, having spent some months using oral sex to arouse my girl friend.

I teased with my tongue tip; the inside of her legs, along the edge of her pussy lips, then running the tongue tip from the very bottom of her slit along the line of it to the clit. Stella grabbed my head, arched her hips upwards as I flattened my tongue and rubbed it the full length and back. She groaned, her body released and dropped away from my mouth. I continued to lick her now quivering pussy, sucking each lip into my mouth in turn. I closed my lips around the hood of her clit causing her to squeal, “I’ll come, be careful!”

I moved up to my knees with Stella’s legs still hooked up over my shoulders. Her tits framed her face as I peered downwards and thrust my cock down into her. Our attempts to stay quiet increased the erotic pleasure. I rose even higher, bracing my hands on the headboard and began to drive my cock violently straight down into her. Her eyes glared up at me, her lips forming silent words, “fuck me, fuck me,” and I did.

It was over for us quite quickly, as if a safety valve had popped within us, the intensity at a level too high to be maintained. Her legs slipped down off of my shoulders to the bed, my cock still in her, pulsing and trembling. I had not even thought about wearing a condom, nor had she apparently. I presumed she felt safe.

I lay beside her. There was barely enough room on the single bed for two people. I leaned in and whispered, “Who’s downstairs?”

She replied, “Not to worry, we’re safe. Steve had a call out and won’t be back until morning. Mom’s been in bed for an hour, and Dad has had his fill of beer and is passed out on the couch. And they never climb those damn stairs. If they wake up, they’ll probably think I have gone home. We can play a while.” This last with a nasty smile on her face and she reached down almanbahis giriş between us to capture my flaccid cock in her hand. Stella was ready for more.

I said, “What about Bob? He might come back any time.”

Stella pushed herself up one arm, still holding my now stiffening cock, and grinned, “I could probably take his mind off of things.” She lowered her upper body and dropped a hard nipple in my mouth. “Stop worrying and play with me. I thought that you were dying for my pussy?”

My regenerative powers kicked in at this point and we resumed foreplay. I paid more attention to those lovely tits, sucking and licking them, running my tongue along the crease underneath. As I hardened again, Stella slowly worked her body up over top of me, finally straddling me with her knees each side of my hips. She leaned over me, hanging those great globes over my face, directing one nipple then the other to my starving mouth. She expertly moved her pussy back and forth, teasing my knob, pressing down to jam the length of my shaft along her slit while rubbing back and forth.

She grinned evilly, “I love big young hard cocks, there is nothing like it, can’t wait to swallow it with my pussy.” I could not wait either, and tried to locate that inviting tunnel, jabbing up at her as I held her by the hips. But she was too quick and experienced and was enjoying my need and desire for her.

“Relax baby,” she mouthed, her eyes suddenly becoming opaque, she began chewing on her lip as she finally settled down enough to allow my knob to enter her. She twisted her hips slowly, alternately squeezing and releasing my knob, her lips closing just behind it before relaxing. She dropped down another inch or so, taking more of my shaft, still turning and twisting. The only sound now was our breathing as we lived out this excruciating delight. Her great tits swung slowly over my face, the nipples brushing my lips.

My balls were tightening, my knees felt weak, and I wanted it all in her. I grabbed her ass, kneading and spreading her cheeks, pulling them apart to open her wider. She relented and suddenly jammed her ass down to consume my entire cock. “Easy baby, keep still, don’t come yet, I need more,” she breathed in my ear.

After a few seconds of heavy breathing she began again and I knew that she was as close to getting off as was I. She lowered her upper body down on my chest, her hips rising higher each time she withdrew and slamming down faster and harder. I could feel her ass cheeks clenching in my hands. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her groans while trying to keep the bed and old floors from creaking and squeaking. The combination of wanting to come hard while staying quiet simply added to the need. We were both breathless as we finally completed the charge to the finish.

She lay trembling on top of me, her pussy still clutching and releasing my cock. I used the final stiffness in it to grind out those last delicious sensations with long slow strokes.

“Oh my God,” she breathed, “I could fuck you all night long. That was beautiful Jim. But I knew it would be. I could tell from how you have looked at me for the last few months, how much you wanted to bed me. Your eyes on mine, the way you licked your lips when you looked at my body and our little flirtations in the store. This all had to happen didn’t it?”

She pushed up again, bracing her hands each side of my head, moving to allow me to kiss each nipple, smiling down at me all the time.

There was no need for more words. The reality of where we were finally set in and I knew it would not be long before Bob’s footsteps would be sounding on the stairs. And quite frankly I did not really want her to have to make him happy while I was around. She knew it as well and grabbed her gear and entered the bathroom. I was still lying on my bed when she came out, all dressed again. She bent over me and kissed me, a long slowly tongue filled kiss. A smile and she was gone.

There were not to be any more nights like that. It was as if satisfying the desire for each other had been the objective and it had been accomplished.

And my girl friend problem was resolved during the next week. Possibly the confidence that I had gained from successfully pleasing a very experienced woman allowed me to finally convince my girl friend that full sex was a viable alternative to frustration. It happened in the back seat of a friend’s car. She liked it a lot. This was followed by many upright fucks in the hallway of her parent’s apartment. A little bulge in the belly appeared and we were married just after my graduation. Steve and Stella were at my wedding. She laid a hell of a kiss on me.

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After our second love-making session, it was not late but we agreed to go to bed. Elizabeth came out of the bathroom again in her huge white and shapeless nightie.

I protested, “I love your body and need to see it and touch it unfettered”.

Elizabeth turned out the light and undressed and we lay side by side facing each other and caressing. My hardness started returning. She wanted to talk lovey-dovey romantic stuff for a while which I was happy to indulge. She was very contented having orgasmed three times in a week after decades of abstinence (or so she said) but she was also trying to rationalise and explain the age gap. I said that there was nothing to explain. I had always liked older women, the more voluptuous the better. If we over analysed things then we would spoil it.

She started kissing me again. I think that she was just very grateful and perhaps a little bit in love rather than aroused per se. She told me how wonderful I was and what a difference I had made to her life. This was getting a little heavy for me and I guided the subject back to lovemaking in general, what she liked being done to her and what she liked doing. I judged that actually she was used to rather passive lovemaking and that she did not know or could not articulate what she liked to do.

Elizabeth then proved me wrong in her actions if not her words. She raised herself on one arm and started to kiss my mouth, my shoulder and my chest. She moved to my belly and abdomen taking some time. By this time I was very hard. As she turned to face down I brought my left hand up and started to stroke her backside and between her legs. She took my cock and started to kiss and suck it. I asked her to move down and over so that she straddled me and were in a full 69 position.

Her aged vulva was right in front of me and I started licking, kissing and probing with my fingers. I raised my head slightly and put my nose in side her spreading her juices all over my face. I could hear her indistinctly as her fleshy thighs were all around me soundproofing me to some extent. I found her button again and started playing with it with my tongue. It was getting quite hard to breathe so I was a bit relieved when she quivered again and started orgasming. I lapped her up and the warmth and smell overpowered me and I came as she jerked me off some of it coming in her mouth which I think may have been a novel experience for her.

We cleaned up and got back into bed and kissed and cuddled before drifting off to sleep exhausted, my balls aching slightly.

I met her the next evening at 6. The concert was at 8 and we had agreed to go for a meal afterwards.

“I’m still getting dressed,” she said leading me into the sitting room. Elizabeth was wearing a pleated grey/brown woolen skirt and a red loose woolen top covering her arms and neck and stockings (or were they tights again?). Smart but not very sexy I thought although I could see her full figure quite well.

I said, “You look fully dressed to me.”

“Can’t you guess what’s missing?” she asked coquettishly.

It could only be one thing. I got down on my knees, lifted up her skirt and saw only her stockings and suspender belt and her naked bush. I put my whole head and shoulders up, grasped her buttocks with my hands and started kissing her there. I thrust forward my tongue and could hear her squealing although the sound was muffled. I came out and looked up at her. Elizabeth was shocked and thrilled. She laughed out loud. I reached up and unbuttoned the skirt and she stepped out of it. She sat back on the sofa and I shuffled forwards on my knees and continued cunt lapping, paying some attention to her upper thighs but mostly on the holy of holies. Perhaps because of the lack of foreplay she took a while to come but then did so suddenly, grabbing my head and forcing it in to her, grinding her hot, wet snatch against my nose, lips and tongue. Not giving her time to pause, I whipped my dripping dick out and shoved it in her but it glided in smoothly. I charged away and came in less time it had taken her.

We collapsed in each other arms, laughing and kissing.

For the next couple of weeks we met regularly. Our lovemaking reached a new level as we explored each others bodies. We became more confident and adventurous and also less hurried. Her dress modified from the slightly dowdy style when I first met her to more modern and elegant while still quite conservative – no short skirts or push up bras. She never looked like mutton dressed as lamb. We dined out, went to the cinema and of course to our regular concerts. Then we went back to her place and fucked each others brains out.

Then something happened that took us in a slightly different direction. Perhaps it was always going to go that way. I went along with the way things were going. I was not entirely comfortable with it but it filled some needs I had and perhaps would not have admitted to. You’ll see what I mean.

I had arranged to go round Elizabeth’s on a Saturday almanbahis evening. The part of the city that she lived was notorious for the difficulty of parking and I could not get a place. So I had to leave my car about a quarter of a mile away and walk. It had started to drizzle as I got out but the heavens opened before I had gone about a third of the way and I was caught in a torrential downpour. I legged it to her house as fast as I could but I was soaking by time she opened the door. It was mid November and chilly with it.

“Oh! Do come in!” she said and led me inside.

Despite my bedraggled state I noticed that she was wearing a simple white blouse and a floral print cotton skirt that swished quite a bit around her calves. I took off my shoes so as not to spoil her carpet. Fortunately her flat was very warm and dry. Elizabeth rushed off to get some towels and when she returned I was dripping all over her living room floor. She was a little impatient because she liked everything in her house to be spick and span.

“You’ll have to take off your wet things.”

I was in a bit of a quandary and under other circumstances the prospect of undressing would have been quite a turn on but I felt as if I was not in control here. Having to be naked and choosing to be so are two very different things. Elizabeth was insistent though and fussed over me firmly but good naturedly and I was soon swathed in towels but with nothing on underneath – even my briefs were damp.

“I’ll just pop these in the wash.”

“That will take too long, just dry them.”

“No, they’ve got mud on them and I’m not putting dirty clothes in my dryer!”

There were some small splashes of dirty water on my jeans as I had run to her house but the rest of my clothes were clean – I had only just put them on before driving over.

“I’ve run you a bath as well, we can’t have you getting a chill,” she said on her return

I protested that I’d just had a shower and that I would soon dry in her warm room.

“There’s no point in taking any risks and besides I’ve already run it.”

I gave in as it seemed absurd to dig my heels in but I think she liked being in charge a little. I wasn’t sure that this was not going to be some game in which she could come in and soap my back. In principle this would be OK but I would prefer to be in control not her.

Anyway I had my bath and she did not soap my back. She did look in to check I was alright and probably to see me naked. I’d used some of her less perfumey bubble bath and so the view was obscured.

“I’ve nothing suitable for you to wear while your clothes are in the wash so I’ve laid some fresh towels out on the bed when you used these,” indicating the bath towels.

So I relaxed in the bath a bit, washed and got out and dried most of the moisture off and went through to the bedroom. I was a little self-conscious now. My cock is average size and certainly big enough when aroused but after the bath it seemed to have shriveled up a bit and certainly would not have won any prizes. If she took advantage of the current situation then I would look rather pathetic.

Elizabeth had decided to take advantage because she came into the room almost straight away. She fussed over me patting my damp back with a large towel. The towel I wore around my waist fell off and she spotted my tiddler.

“Oh poor little thing,” she cooed

“Pop it in your mouth and watch it grow”

“None of that!” she said rather sternly toweling my chest. “Now kneel down and let me dry your hair”.

She sat on the edge of a low bedside chair. I submitted. She toweled me dry, reaching down to include my lower regions and making sure in particular that my bum was dry between my cheeks. Elizabeth was quite brisk and matronly and not overtly sexual but her actions belied her manner and I could see the outline of her bra underneath her thin cotton blouse. Unusually for her (and especially given the time of year) Elizabeth was not wearing a slip. The attention from the towel and the proximity of my face to her breasts caused me to harden and stiffen which she noticed but pretended to ignore. Having finished with the towel. She patted and arranged my damp hair, looked me up and down and smiled at me.

“There! That’s better!”

I put my face against her large breasts pressing against the white cotton.

“Oh, Baby, Baby!” she muttered.

I looked up and we kissed deeply and passionately and her hands came round and held my buttocks, one of her fingers deep between my cheeks. I moved my hands up and caressed her huge breasts feeling the nipples rise beneath the fabric of her bra and blouse. She brought round one hand and squeezed my balls and then my cock. The other she left on my buttock and ran her finger up and down the cleft almost but not quite touching my anus. All awhile we were hungrily gulping each other tongues. We stood up still embracing, her hand squeezing my balls again and my dick ramrod straight.

We moved almanbahis yeni giriş to the bed and lay side by side facing each other. I reached under her skirt to stroke her thighs. She raised herself up and leaned over me supporting herself with both hands placed either side of my shoulders. Our eyes were locked. My right hand was up her skirt stroking her thighs but I was conscious of her huge breasts hanging down and I started stroking them again with both hands. Taking both my hands she held them down and straddled me, her breasts grazing my chest and her face a few inches from mine. She looked at me intently. Elizabeth was enjoying this new game and the shift of power and control in her favour. She lowered her head and kissed me “My darling Baby,” she murmured again. A look of certainty flickered across her face.

She quickly got off me slipped of her knickers and then straddled me again pinning my wrists back with her hands. She kissed me again and letting my hands go, stroked my chest and tweaked my nipples not too gently. She knelt up slightly raising her skirt and I positioned my dick to enter her. She slowly impaled herself on me and rocked back and forth until she was completely comfortable. I squeezed her breasts which she allowed but the control impulse took hold of her again and she pinioned my hands again leaning forward so that I felt most of her bulk upon me. She kissed me again and I started thrusting inside her.

“Don’t move!” she commanded.

Keeping my hands pinned back she was able to move her legs so that she was lying rather than kneeling on top of me. Elizabeth ground away ecstatically. I remained hard but it was rather uncomfortable. She gasped, and cried out and moaned as she orgasmed. She relaxed a bit and lay on top of me. She released my hands and cradled my head in hers own hands.

“Oh, Baby, Baby that was wonderful!”

Elizabeth raised herself up and straddled me again; I was still fully engorged inside her. She rocked backwards and forwards and started to undo her blouse and then her bra. Her huge white breasts tumbled down. I arched my back forward to kiss them which she permitted for a while but then took control again. She leant forward pinning back my hands with hers in their usual position. I raised my knees and started thrusting slowly but vigorously. Her breasts spilled all over my chest and I could feel her cool skin against mine. As I thrust inside her she rocked forward so that her breasts swayed forward into my face. She cried out again as I gave a few final thrusts and then erupted into her womb. She was on top of me again kissing me and caressing my face and telling me how much she loved me. She rolled off and we lay in each other arms both quite drained.

A change came over Elizabeth after this session. She was now liberated, she realised what she wanted and that she could get it. She was more forward now initiating sex and taking the lead in our lovemaking. She was also more mothering, fussing over me, talking affectionately to me but also infantilising me. She called me “Baby” all the time and referred to herself in the third person” (“Would Baby like to kiss Elizabeth’s breasts?”). She mothered me. In fact with a nearly thirty year age gap she was nearly old enough to be my grandmother let alone my mother. Outside she was quite proper although her affection was obvious and I sometimes felt that I might as well be wearing a big badge saying “Toyboy” on it.

Sexually this was still a real turn on for me but emotionally it was getting to be a drag. I wasn’t in love with Elizabeth. I was fond of her, enjoyed her company, appreciated her affection and the sex was fantastic. However I didn’t see us as long term – how could when I she might be pushing up daises within a few years? I was a little embarrassed about the age difference and had not introduced her to any of my friends nor had she me to her friends and family. I was also embarrassed about the sexual dominance thing even though I enjoyed it. There was no BDSM, cruelty or anything like that and no overt humiliation although humiliation is what I felt in retrospect. It was very gentle femdom. I wasn’t sure that that’s what I wanted. I let it run for the time being but things were going to have to change longer term. However one of the themes of this story is that I am weak willed and easily led by my cock. I put off doing anything decisive.

One night I called round and when she let me in I saw she’d been shopping or been rummaging in her wardrobe. Elizabeth was dressed in a long red robe that revealed little but some white frilly stuff around her feet. She had a secret delighted smile on her face. When we got into the living room we kissed but not passionately and she went off to make me a drink. I sat at the table reading a newspaper. When she returned the robe was loose. She stood before me and shrugged it off. She was wearing along white negligee with various ruffles and frills on it. It was quite gauzy but I could see her large white pendulous almanbahis adres breasts hanging down and I could not quite make out her muff but there were no panties visible so I guess she was completely naked underneath.

Elizabeth came to me and sat on my knee. She was quietly excited, a lewd smile on her old face. I was both excited and repelled.

“Do you like what you see?”

“I do. I’d like to see more.”

“You are a naughty boy.!You’ll have to ask me nicely.”

“Please let me see more!”

“Call me by my name!”

“Please, Elizabeth, may I see your breasts!”

There was a little tie near her throat which she pulled and the negligee opened so I could see her large breasts flattened by their weight and hanging down to her belly which itself spilled out on her lap. Elizabeth looked at me smiling her lewd smile and I moved my head to kiss her breasts.

“Aah aah aah!” she said in a negative tone putting her hand on my cheek and restraining me gently. “You have to ask. Would you like to kiss Elizabeth’s breasts?”

“Please Elizabeth, may I kiss your breasts?”

“Of course you can, my darling!” and she offered the left one to me.

I buried my face in it and breathed in. I kissed all around her aureole taking the nipple eventually in my lips and nibbling it very very gently with my teeth.

“Oh Baby, Baby! Kiss my breasts!”

I moved to the other one and filled my mouth with it. She ran her hands over the back of my neck and caressed my hair. I stroked her belly and the top of her thighs. She stood up and leant over me slightly so I could kiss both her breasts again. I brought my hands round to stroke her buttocks and then back to the front to attend to her belly, abdomen and groin touching but not penetrating her bush.

“Kiss me, darling!” she whispered.

I knew what she wanted and I kissed her belly pressing my face into it and then moving lower

“Kiss me, Baby!” she moaned again.

I knelt down and stated to kiss the top of her thighs, I moved through her bush with my tongue and then around again. My hands came up behind and firmly held her buttocks. She parted her legs slightly

“Kiss me, Baby, kiss me!” she whispered again but it was also a command.

I penetrated with my tongue ,getting her strong smell and sweeter taste. I inserted my finger and then my thumb ever so lightly on her clitoral button. She retreated two yards to the sofa where she lay down with one leg on it and one leg on the floor.

“Show Elizabeth you love her!”

Her hairy cunt was there for me to love and worship. I licked right along the slit, stopping near her button. I licked both sides, worrying them with my lips so that they started to swell. There was more wetness around than just came from my mouth and I rubbed my face over the whole area. I inserted my finger again and then moved it up to her button which was now visible when I spread her lips. I attacked again with my tongue until it became sore with the exercise. Elizabeth was crying now, “Oh Jesus, Baby, Jesus Baby!” she babbled.

My face inches away, I touched her again with my finger and watched the flesh quiver as she came and spasmed. I kissed her again all over as she subsided and I lapped up her juices. I stood up.

“Does my baby want to have some fun now?” she asked. “Let me!” she said as I started to undress.

She removed my shoes and socks, stood up to unbutton my shirt and then knelt to take of my trousers and my briefs. My cock sprang to attention and she put her mouth over it and started sucking. She did not take me all the way. She stood up still holding me by the balls.

“Let’s go to bed and I can give you your treat!”

Elizabeth led me off to the bedroom holding me by my cock. I lay on the bed and she climbed on top of me and leant forward kissing me, cradling my head in her hands and whispering affectionately how she loved me. I fondled her large saggy breasts.

“Would you like to kiss my breasts again?”

“Yes please let me kiss your breasts, Elizabeth,” I responded in form.

She leaned further forward so that they swayed over and slightly rested on my face and I sucked her nipples in turn greedily. I raised my knees so that my cock started to graze one of her thighs and she became aware of it immediately. She kissed me affectionately again staring lovingly into my eyes.

“Would you like to come inside me?”

“Yes please I want to be inside you, Elizabeth.”

She took my cock and inserted it inside her but then straightened her legs so that she was lying on top of me (as she had done the night I got soaked in the rain) rather than straddling me. This was a bit unfair as this was rather uncomfortable and meant that she was determined to have more fun herself. I started thrusting a little but she needed to remain in control.

“Don’t move, baby, Elizabeth needs to do this herself.”

Elizabeth ground herself against me for quite some time; my dick felt it was being twisted off. There was an intense look on her face as she concentrated on getting another orgasm. I assisted by stiffening my dick in time with her motions and caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. She gasped as she came again and lay on top of me to recover.

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Alexis Porter glanced at her watch as her sweating, gasping husband rolled off her. Ninety seconds, she mused. He must’ve been *really* turned on, she thought sarcastically.

Her husband, Les, lay beside her on his back, quite pleased with his performance. Les fancied himself quite the stud in bed, all evidence to the contrary.

Les, thought Alexis. What a perfect name for him. 50 years old. 5′ 6″, 230 pounds, none of which was muscle. He was, as David Letterman once famously described Terry Forster, a “fat tub of goo.” Add to that his balding head and double chin. To top (or bottom) it off, his penis was barely 3″ when erect.

How did I wind up with him? thought Alexis, though she knew the answer. She considered herself. 43 years old. Body long and lean at 5′ 11″ and 125 pounds. When she wore heels—and she almost always wore heels—she was at least eight inches taller than Les. She had long brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. She had a tight 32A/B-23-32 body, of which her rock-hard ass and toned stomach were probably her best features.

She had met Les while she was working as a waitress in an upscale restaurant. She had just gotten out of a horrible 15-year marriage to a man who was emotionally (and, at times, physically) abusive. He constantly berated her, telling her that she had the chest of a 12 year-old boy. Les was kind and didn’t demand anything of her. At 42, he was not quite the balding slob he was at 50. His parents had left him $100 million and he made a good living in the family industries.

Alexis had been in therapy for almost 10 years to come to terms with her abusive ex-husband and restore her fragile self-esteem. While she had made great strides, she was still timid and her confidence was still easily shaken.

All in all, not a bad life, Alexis thought. She had great friends, lived on a gorgeous estate, worked out regularly, and read voraciously. Not a bad life, she thought, except for her sexual frustration.

Les’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Huh?” she said.

“I asked what you did today,” said Les.

“Oh—I went with Marian and her boyfriend to see her boyfriend’s brother’s high school soccer game.”

“Well, that’s…hold on—how old is Marian’s boyfriend?”

“Andy? He’s 25.”

“And Marian’s 47,” said Les. “Well, knowing Marian, I guess that stands to reason. Hooks up with some young dope still living in his parents’ basement. Tell me, does she pick him up for their dates?”

Les had never liked Marian, probably due to her open contempt for him.

“It’s not like that, Les,” replied Alexis. “Andy and his brother’s—his name is Tyler—parents died in a car crash four years ago. Andy was 21; Tyler was just 14. The state wanted to put Tyler in foster care, but Andy sued the state and became Tyler’s guardian. He makes a good living in sales. That kid had to grow up quick. He’s no ordinary 25 year-old.”

As much as Alexis admired Andy—a good-looking, well-built kid (with, if Marian could be believed, a 7.5″ cock)—she had thought of little beside Tyler since she had gotten home from the game. An 18 year-old high school senior, his baggy soccer shorts couldn’t conceal what appeared to be a VERY impressive cock. And when he peeled off his jersey after the game—good Lord. He was listed as 6′ 3″ and 170 pounds in the game program, and not one of those 170 pounds was fat. He was fucking ripped. He had not a six-pack, thought Alexis, but an eight-pack, for fuck’s sake. Thoughts of Tyler were with her as she drifted off to sleep.

Marian called Alexis a couple of days later.

“Hey, you,” she said. “Listen, Andy is taking me to another of Tyler’s games. Do you want to come?”

“I don’t know,” said Alexis. “I’m not much of a soccer fan.”

“Who said anything about soccer? I’m glad I’m the only one who noticed, because you wouldn’t have believed the look on your face when Tyler took off his shirt.”

Alexis blushed, glad that Marian couldn’t see her. “Marian, he’s an 18 year-old kid. I’m old enough to be his mother. Beside that…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” interrupted Marian. “He’s an 18 year-old kid with the body of a Greek god. You’re just lucky that I’ve got my own boytoy. Honey, there is *nothing* like sex with a young guy. Firm bodies, hard cocks that can go for days…can you say the same thing about your husband?”

“OK, OK,” said Alexis. “I’ll go. But nothing’s gonna happen with this kid. Even if *I* were interested, I very much doubt that *he* would be. I’ll pick you up at 3:00.”

Marian, Alexis smiled to herself. She was either the best or worst part of Alexis. Alexis headed upstairs to change.

“What to wear?” Alexis asked herself. “Casual, understated, with a hint of sexiness,” she decided. She pulled out a faded pair of Levis that molded themselves to her long legs and perfect ass. Underneath, a silk thong. A red silk top that, despite its casual appearance, cost close to $250. The V-neck showed just a hint of cleavage. Alexis decided to forego a bra; her breasts were still firm enough (and small enough, she thought, a bit ruefully) that she didn’t need one. She pulled on suede ankle boots and daubed almanbahis a small amount of perfume behind her ears and in her cleavage. “This is crazy,” she thought as she checked herself in the mirror one last time and headed down the stairs.

During the drive to Marian’s house, Alexis’s mind was churning with conflicting thoughts. *Would* he be interested in me? No, that’s crazy—you’re old enough to be his mother. Surely he must have scores of lithe, nubile girls after him. On the other hand, she thought, I’ve got a sexiness that only comes with maturity. I’m a lot more experienced than those teenagers as well. But…aw, fuck it, she thought as she pulled into Marian’s driveway.

She almost burst out laughing when Marian came down the front stairs of her house. While Alexis had gone for casual and understated, there was *nothing* understated about Marian, sartorially or otherwise. Marian was 5′ 6″ tall and weighed 125 pounds. Her 34C-24-35 body had curves in all the right places. While Alexis was a long, lean hardbody, there was something softer about Marian. Her brown hair was its usual mass of curls and waves, and was set off by her piercing green eyes. She was wearing…Alexis couldn’t believe this, but knowing Marian, she probably should’ve…she was wearing a plunging neck, silver, glittery cocktail dress. It clung to every curve and ended WAY above mid-thigh. Her heels were at least 5 inches high. She was wearing this outfit…to a high school soccer game.

“Hey, Lex,” she said, climbing into the car (which, given her outfit, was a sight in itself). She gave Alexis a kiss on the cheek.

“Marian…Marian,” Alexis sputtered.

“Yeah?” Marian replied casually.

Alexis didn’t know where to start, so she didn’t. With Marian, it would’ve been futile, anyway. She backed out of the driveway. “So is Andy going to meet us there?” Alexis asked.

“Yeah—he’s got sales calls all afternoon. He may be a bit late.”

The drive passed quickly and Alexis wheeled her $110,000 Porsche Cayenne Turbo into the high school parking lot. Although they lived in an affluent suburb and there were plenty of Lexuses, Mercedes, and Range Rovers in the lot, Alexis’s Porsche still drew stares. Or perhaps the stares were for the two women who got out of it.

They were making their way to the entrance when Marian grabbed Alexis’s arm. “Ooh—there’s Andy” she breathed. “Isn’t he gorgeous?”

Not as gorgeous as his little brother, Alexis thought, though “little” only in age, she mentally added. Tyler had at least three inches on Andy in height, and Alexis was pretty sure a couple of inches advantage in another area as well.

As they made their way into the stands, men and boys alike openly gawked. Most were staring at Marian in her outrageous outfit, but Alexis received her share of appreciative stares as well.

The game passed quickly. Alexis couldn’t keep her eyes of off Tyler. He dominated the game from his midfield position and scored what proved to be the winning goal—a free kick from 35 yards out. He actually “Ben(t) It Like Beckham.”

All of which meant less than nothing to Alexis. She knew nothing about soccer and didn’t care. What she did care about was Tyler’s tight little ass and the bulge in his shorts, both of which were on display for almost an hour and a half.

Andy led Marian and Alexis down to the field as the game ended. Tyler jogged over, pulling off his jersey as he did so. Alexis silently gasped, again taking in his smooth, toned body. That eight-pack, she sighed. I’d love to lick every rippling muscle, she thought.

“Hey, bro—nice game” said Andy.

“Thanks—felt good. Hey, Marian,” Tyler replied.

“Hi, honey. Tyler, I’d like you to meet my best friend, Alexis.”

Tyler turned to Alexis. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. Piercing blue eyes, long blond hair, chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, and perfect white teeth. Alexis felt her body tingling. When he shook her hand, her body actually thrummed.

“Hi, Alexis, nice to meet you. Thanks for coming out—did you like the game?” Tyler asked.

“Well, I don’t know much about soccer, but you were absolutely great out there. Simply…stunning. You were beaut…” Alexis broke off, blushing furiously. “IDIOT,” she silently screamed.

Tyler just gave her a crooked grin. “Bro,” he said to Andy, “I starving. Can we go get something to eat?”

Before Andy could answer, a portly sweaty man approached them. “My headmaster,” Tyler said.

“Mr. Hutchison,” the man said, “as you know, you are required to turn in a 500-word essay tomorrow on one of the topics we have discussed this week. It would behoove you not to spend your time amongst…” he trailed off as he looked at Marian with disdain.

“With my brother and friends?” Tyler asked with a mix of amusement and contempt in his voice.

“I would advise you not to take that tone with me, Mr. Hutchison,” the headmaster continued. “You are on a scholarship here, and that could easily be revoked.”

“And I could just as easily get another at St. Sebastian’s,” Tyler shot back. “They recruited me just as hard as you did. almanbahis giriş Now, look, Sir,–‘Sir’ sounding something like ‘Shithead’—I suppose that, technically, since we’re on school grounds, you’re in your official capacity right now. But school isn’t in session, and the game’s over, so one could argue that I’m off the clock as far as you’re concerned. So I’ll thank you for reminding me of my school obligations and ask that you excuse yourself so I can take a shower and my friends be released from listening to this.”

The headmaster’s face turned red as he sputtered, turned, and walked off. Tyler turned to Andy, Marian, and Alexis, the latter two who were looking at him with something close to awe.

“Where were? Oh, yeah, dinner. What say, bro?”

Marian interjected, “Andy was going to take me to dinner, Tyler, but you’re welcome to come. Perhaps Alexis will join us so you don’t feel like a third wheel and we can all get to know each other better.”

Alexis blushed again. How did she not see this coming? With Marian, she should’ve expected it. “I…I’ll come, if it’s OK with everyone,” she said.

“Of course it is,” said Marian airily.

“All right, but I should call my husband,” said Alexis. “Marian, will you come with me to the car so I get my phone?”

“Uh, sure,” said Marian, “but about the car…Andy’s car’s back seat is full of every kind of sports crap and sales stuff you can imagine. I’m always trying to get him to clean it out, aren’t I, lover? Alexis, can you drive?”

Gritting her teeth, Alexis nodded. “OK, boys, meet us at Alexis’s car, will you? Give us about fifteen minutes?”

Tyler, who had been watching all this with a bemused smile, said “Sure. I’ve gotta shower and change.” Andy chimed in, “Yeah, and I can make some sales calls.”

Tyler jogged off toward the locker room, giving Alexis a look at his smooth, supple back and tight little ass. Andy wandered off toward his car. Alexis grabbed Marian’s arm and started walking her toward the Porsche.

“You BITCH!” Alexis exploded. “How could you do that to me? I didn’t plan on this! Forcing that poor kid into coming along with…”

“Babe, Babe, Babe,” Marian interjected. “The heat between you two was obvious, and not just to me, who you’ve known for over twenty years.”

“BullSHIT,” hissed Alexis. “He doesn’t want to hang out with some woman 25-fucking-years older than he is.”

“Yeah, he does,” countered Marian, “and I’ll tell you why. I’ve seen the look that Tyler gets on his face when he’s interested in something. Andy does the same thing. And, baby, he was giving you “the look” with more intensity than I’ve ever seen.”

“All right—dinner. We’ll see,” said Alexis, as she picked up her phone to call her husband.

“Hi, honey,” she said, rolling her eyes at Marian. “Hey, listen—Marian, Andy, and Tyler have invited me out to dinner with them. I’ll be home in a couple of hours. What? What about you? I don’t know. Order a pizza. Or a bucket of chicken. Or both. Yeah, yeah—see you later.”

“Jesus, what an asshole,” Alexis said as she snapped the phone shut.

“Forget it, honey—here come the boys,” Marian said. “Loosen up and have some fun.”

When Andy and Tyler arrived, Andy climbed into the back seat. Tyler went to join him, but Marian intercepted him. “No, honey—I’ll sit in the back. You should really get the full experience of riding in a $110,000 vehicle,” disregarding the daggers that Alexis shot her. The conversation in the car on the way to the restaurant was mainly about the soccer game which, of course, Alexis couldn’t follow. She doubted she could’ve followed it anyway, so distracted was she by the proximity of the young Adonis sitting next to her. He was wearing a collarless button-down shirt and khaki cargo shorts. The shorts could not hide the massive cock running down his thigh.

About ten minutes before they reached the restaurant, Andy reached into his bag and pulled out a laptop. Firing it up, he handed it to Marian. “Marian, do you mind?”

“What, honey?”

“He wants his 500-word essay, he’ll get his 500-word essay.” With that, he began dictating, shocking Alexis with his intelligence and erudition. He was quoting from works that even she hadn’t read, complete with citations. His arguments were concise and unassailable. Once again, Alexis found herself looking at him with awe.

They pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, which was more of a sports bar. They were seated in a both, where, naturally, Andy and Marian sat on one side, forcing Alexis and Tyler into the other. When the waitress appeared, Marian and Alexis ordered Cosmos, and Andy and Tyler a beer. Even though Tyler was underage, the waitress took a long look at him, up and down his body, and told he could have *anything* he liked.

Next to him, Alexis stiffened. Is this jealousy I’m feeling? she wondered. I knew it—he wouldn’t be interested in me. No, he’ll go for the 21 year-old waitress with the blonde hair and big tits. The one who would buy him beer. *I’d* buy him beer. That’d be the only way I could compete.

The next two hours passed quickly. Alexis, almanbahis adres helped along with her cosmo and two glasses of wine, began to relax and enjoy herself. She discovered that, like his brother, Tyler was mature beyond his years. He was confident, intelligent and funny. Best of all, he didn’t just talk about himself—he asked Alexis about herself and really seemed to take an interest in her responses.

“Oh, shit—9:30,” said Tyler. “I’ve got some reading to do for tomorrow.”

“What are you reading?” asked Alexis.

“Well, I’m taking this class called ‘The Law as Literature’ and we’re reading this excerpt from a book that Felix Frankfurter wrote about Sacco and Vanzetti. It’s kind of interesting. What happens is…”

“I’ve read it,” said Alexis.

“You’ve read it?”

“Umm…yeah. But the whole book. Tell me, what do you think of it?”

“Well, I don’t have any legal training, obviously, so…”

“But you don’t need to!” Alexis interjected. “That’s the point! Frankfurter wrote it so that ordinary people could understand just how big a miscarriage of justice that case was. See…” and the two were locked in discussion for the next fifteen minutes. Tyler hadn’t finished it, so he could only speak about the part he’d read, but Alexis was again struck by how intelligent and articulate he was.

“Uh, guys,” said Marian, “We really should get going.”

As much as Alexis would’ve liked to continue her discussion with Tyler, she could see that Marian and Andy were bored out of their minds. Alexis had determined that, for all of his maturity, Andy wasn’t particularly bright and Marian, though no dummy, was…Marian. She had her hand in Andy’s lap and Alexis could see that it wasn’t just lying there—she was stroking him through his pants.

Alexis picked up the check after a couple of insincere protests from Marian and Andy. As they were driving back to pick up Andy’s car in the high school parking lot, Alexis and Tyler continued their discussion while Marian and Andy made out in the backseat like a couple of teenagers. “*Andy’s* the older brother?” Alexis thought.

She pulled up next to Andy’s car. “Um, Alexis…,” said Marian.

“Here we go,” thought Alexis. “What?” she asked her friend.

“Andy wants to take me dancing. Could you give Tyler a ride home?”

Shit, shit, and shit, thought Alexis. Leave me alone with this hunk, wanting him so badly, and be rejected?

“Pleeeease?” Marian whined.

“OK,” sighed Alexis, as Andy and Marian scrambled out of the car. “Bro,” said Andy, “don’t wait up.”

“Jesus,” said Tyler, “sometimes I feel like *he’s* the one in high school.”

Alexis burst out laughing as she started the car. “What?” asked Tyler.

“I’ve been thinking the exact same thing,” replied Alexis.

The ride was mostly silent as Alexis made her way to the townhouse that Andy and Tyler shared. She pulled up to the curb outside and shifted into park. She looked bashfully at Tyler. “I…I had a really nice time tonight,” she said softly.

“So did I,” said Tyler, as he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. Alex melted in his arms.

“Tyler…Tyler,” she protested feebly. “I’m married. I can’t…”

“You can and you will,” Tyler replied with a hint of command in his voice. He kissed her again, more forcefully. “I want to see you again. Tomorrow’s Friday. Andy and Marian are going away for the weekend. I want you to come over for dinner.”

“But, Tyler…I…”

“Seven o’clock. I’ll see you then.” Tyler kissed her again, got out of the car, and walked up the steps to his house. Alexis watched his ass flex with each stride. Then she sat motionless for almost ten minutes, her head in a whirl. Tyler’s kisses felt like heaven. He seemed interested in her. Could he actually want her? What would she tell Les?

Fuck it, she thought, and fuck Les. She’d spent the last ten years of her life sexually frustrated and unsure of her desirability. If this young god wanted her, she’d take it just as far as he wanted.

When she got home she came upon Les with a hangdog look on his face. “Why are you so late, honey? I was getting worried,” Les whined. “I thought that you and I could maybe fool around a little.”

Alexis took a look at Les and almost laughed out loud. God, you are a pathetic little man. A short, fat, pathetic little man with a three-inch…it doesn’t even deserve to be called a cock. A three-inch pee-pee. You should’ve seen the stud I was with all night.

“Sorry, Les, but I’m tired and I’m going to bed. I’ve got a big day tomorrow.” Bigger than you know, she thought wickedly.

After a restless night of sleep, Alexis was busy the next day. Gym, spa, salon, and, most importantly, shopping for a new outfit. She had told Les that she was meeting with the board of one the various charities she volunteered for, so it couldn’t be overtly sexy. She decided she’d go with what seemed to work before—casual, understated, with a hint of sexiness. She settled on a beige linen suit and paired it with a silk t-shirt with a scoop neck that showed a hint of cleavage. No bra and a silk thong. Les whistled as she descended the stairs. “Baby, you look sensational,” he said. “If we had time…” We could have all the time in the world, thought Alexis, and you still wouldn’t be getting any tonight. Tonight I either get fucked by a gorgeous young stud or not at all.

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