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As we do several times a year, my family made a trip down to Tennessee to visit my sister-in-law Erica for a long weekend. She moved down there several years after she got married, into a nice house with lots of land for her animals. Sadly, she lived like a single mom for about half of the year as her husband spent about 6 months of the year away for work, and our visit landed during one of those times.

Making the trip this time were me, my wife Sara, her cousin Laura (who you know plenty about if you’ve read my previous stories), and Laura’s older sister Kelsey. Erica had a nice, big house so there was plenty of room for everyone. My family had a room to ourselves, and Laura and Kelsey shared a room. Not much of a chance to sneak off with Laura, I lamented.

When we got in that evening, we were all very tired from the drive so after the usually pleasantries I excused myself to go to bed. I brushed my teeth and got into some more comfortable clothes in the bathroom before proceeding to our room. On the way there I passed Laura and Kelsey’s room, and through the cracked door I noticed Laura had come up and was changing as well. She turned to see me peeking, and pulled her pajama top up to expose her tiny tits and brought her finger up to her mouth like she was shushing me. I’m assuming to tell me to keep quiet. She proceeded to suck on that same finger, bringing my cock right to attention. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, and I realized my wife was coming up the stairs. I continued on my way as Laura heard her as well and went back to changing.

I laid down, and under any normal circumstances I would have rubbed on out after that whole exchange. Unfortunately, with my wife in bed with me and our son in the other bed in the room, that wasn’t an option. So, off I drifted with thoughts of that dirty little slut running through my brain.

My wife woke me up around Bolu Escort 7 the next morning and asked if I wanted to go down to the barn with her and the kids to help feed the animals. I passed, saying I was still pretty tired and could use a bit more sleep. Annoyed, she left and closed the door. I was, in fact, pretty tired as in no time I had dozed back off.

I was having a GREAT dream, surprisingly about my wife giving me quite the blowjob, when I woke up and realized it wasn’t just a dream. Someone was under the comforter sucking my cock. I could tell by the outline it wasn’t my wife. She’s built pretty thick and has a nice, big ass. Whoever was under the comforter didn’t have an ass anywhere near as big as hers. Process of elimination, it had to be Laura. She’d clearly been working on her deepthroat skills; she couldn’t quite take me all the way but she could take about 3/4 of my shaft now.

“Mmmmmm, Laura,” I said, “I didn’t think we’d get a chance this weekend. You sure we have time before they get back?”

“Wait, WHAT?!?” came a voice from under the comforter as the blowjob stopped.

My blood ran cold. That sure as HELL was not Laura’s voice. Had I misjudged things and it actually was my wife? No, I thought, that wasn’t her voice either…

The comforter lifted up and I saw Erica’s face in shock. She said, “You’ve been fucking LAURA?!?”

I laid there looking at her in stunned silence, not knowing how to respond. I’m honestly not sure which of us was more shocked.

I finally muttered, “Well, uhh…”

She cut me off, “Well shit, who am I to judge, I’m the one with your dick on my mouth. I can see why she’d keep coming back though.” With that she went back to sucking my cock, taking as much as she could. After a few seconds she looked back up and said, “And no, we don’t have alot of time, let’s make this fucking quick.” Nice Bolu Escort Bayan pun, I thought, not knowing if she meant to make a joke.

Erica isn’t as thin as Laura, but also isn’t thick like Sara and she’s taller than both. She’s pretty athletically built, and played a bunch of sports in high school. Her tits used to be about a B cup, but since having a kid they grew to a solid C cup and stayed there. I certainly wasn’t complaining.

She climbed on top of me and impaled herself on my cock. We both moaned as she took all of me inside her. “DEFINITELY see what Laura and my sister see in you,” she said breathlessly. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, caressing them and lightly pinching her nipples. She grabbed my wrists as she began to slowly move her pussy up and down on my now rock hard cock. She held my hands there on her tits, clearly enjoying what I was doing. Her pussy wasn’t as tight as Laura’s but still a hell of alot tighter than my wife’s. Surprising since they’d both had kids.

She looked over at a tablet that I hadn’t even noticed was sitting on the nightstand beside us and said, “Shit, they’re on their way back up.” With as big as their property is, they have security cameras all over, and one points down the lane to the barn. “I had the nanny take everyone down to the barn to help feed the animals. Looks like they’re walking back up now. That means we have like 5 minutes max.”

Without saying a word, she climbed off my cock and stood up on the bed. I wasn’t sure where she was headed until she squatted down and lowered herself back onto my cock, balancing herself with her hands in my shoulders. “Alot better leverage like this,” she said with a smile. She immediately began to pump up and down on my dick with reckless abandon. When I said she was athletic, I meant it.

After a minute or so I could tell she was building to an orgasm. Escort Bolu Before I could even ask, she said, “I want you to cum with me. You can cum inside me, nobody knows but I’m already pregnant.” Well, that’s one hell of a way to find out that kind of news.

Shortly after that exchange she started to cum, and as soon as I felt her pussy clamp down so did I. She slammed her pussy down on my cock so I was balls deep inside her and rocked her hips, milking every single drop of cum out of me. After both our orgasms subsided, we immediately jumped out of bed and started to get dressed. Everyone was probably about a minute away at most.

As she was putting her bra back on, she asked, “So, you fucking anyone else in my family? I mean, aside from Sara and Laura obviously? And when they hell did you and Laura start?”

I laughed, “Well, not yet. And ironically enough, Laura and I first fucked the night of your wedding”

“Yet, eh?” she said as she pulled up her pants, “sounds like someone is a little optimistic! And holy shit, thats crazy with you and Laura”

“What can I say,” I responded. “Speaking of that, what prompted this? I’m not complaining, but never really got any vibes like this from you.”

“Well,” she responded, “like I said I’m pregnant so my hormones are out of whack and I woke up horny as hell this morning. Masturbating wasn’t doing it, I needed a real cock. My husband is gone for several more months still, and yours is about the only dick that’s not related to me I’ll have around here for awhile. Plus, I know my sister and I know you aren’t getting it near enough, so I didn’t figure you’d mind.”

“Glad I could help then,” I said with a smile as I put on my shirt.

“I’m assuming you’re game if I need you again?” She asked.

“At your service,” I said with a quick bow.

By the time everyone got back, we were in kitchen starting on breakfast.

“Oh, you finally got up?” my wife quipped sarcastically.

“Ya, your sister came up and made sure I didn’t sleep in too late,” I answered. She thanked her sister for getting me up, and Erica said, “Oh, my pleasure.”

If only my wife knew.

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Note: All sexual situations in this story involve characters who are 18 years of age or older.

It took a few days before Brenda felt calm enough to call Jackie, as her mind was still in turmoil over what had been said during their previous conversation. It was shocking enough to hear her best friend cheerfully speak about her incestuous affair with her son Kyle, but all of that paled in comparison to what she had learned about her own son, Brian. He had, in Jackie’s words, been “ecstatic” when learning that she and Kyle were sleeping together, and apparently had strong sexual fantasies involving mothers and their sons himself.

More than anything these days, Brenda found herself re-examining her relationship with Brian. They’d been extremely close during his childhood, but for whatever reason had drifted apart during his teen years. Brenda has assumed that he was just going through a natural phase that all teens do, looking to become a more independent person, but she often wondered if there was more to his behavior than that. Brian had always been the shy, quiet type, and nothing really changed in terms of him becoming more assertive during those years. He had become close friends with Kyle, and Brenda was glad to see him connecting so well with at least one person his age, but if anything he became more withdrawn overall, and especially so with her.

Brenda’s divorce had certainly been a key moment in both their lives, and she hoped that sharing that pain might at least have the benefit of bringing them closer together, but if anything the opposite had happened. Brenda had watched Kyle and Jackie from afar after her husband had passed away, seeing them become closer than ever, and part of Brenda couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. Something was off between her and Brian, and had been for years, and so this new revelation about him had practically sent Brenda into a fit. She tried to reassure herself by thinking that maybe this was just a fantasy of his; that plenty of people had unsavory fantasies without it meaning anything was really wrong, but she had to know for sure. The fact that Brian could be so happy for Jackie and Kyle’s real life affair was enough to make her feel worried, and so she decided to give Jackie a call and see if she could learn more about what was going on. Nevertheless, Brenda found it extremely difficult to keep her emotions in check once she got Jackie on the line.

“I’m sorry Brenda. That was a lot I dropped on you the other day and I should have known better.”

“Sorry for telling me the truth?” Brenda huffed back. “I’d say you’ve been keeping it from me long enough, Jackie.”

“You know I love you like a sister, Brenda, but this is why it’s so damned hard to talk to you sometimes. You get so defensive, and hard-headed. It’s like I have to break through a brick wall just to have a normal conversation with you.”

“Normal? I hardly say what you talked about is normal.”

“Maybe not in the conventional sense, but between the two of us, who have been best friends for ages? I’d like to think that we’re well past the point of having to watch our P’s and Q’s with each other.”

“Well, if I get that way when it comes to my son, I’d say that’s still being reasonable.”

“But you aren’t being reasonable. I mean, when I asked you if you thought Kyle was attractive, you tightened up like it was an interrogation. Like answering yes to something like that was an admission that you wanted to sleep with him.”

“I don’t know, I guess I feel a little weird saying those types of things,” Brenda replied with a sigh.

Jackie hoped that maybe her friend had finally relaxed a little, so she decided to push a little further.

“It’s not weird, not at all. I mean, you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the same about Brian. If I had to be completely honest, he’s even better looking than my Kyle. But he’s entirely devoid of confidence; it’s hard to imagine that from anyone so handsome, but somehow that’s where he’s at.”

“He’s always been the shy type…” Brenda offered.

“I know, but he’s got everything any man his age would want when it comes to finding a woman. And if what Kyle told me is true, he’s more than blessed when it comes to keeping one pleased in the bedroom too.”

“Holy fuck, did you really just say that?” Brenda asked, her temper beginning to rise again. “Why would you mention such a thing?”

“Jackie, we’re talking about insecurity, and young male insecurities in particular. And we both know what men are more insecure about than anything.”

“I still can’t believe you would talk about my son that way,” Brenda snapped back.

“My god Brenda, relax a little. Talking to you is like pulling teeth sometimes.”

Brenda could feel her anger beginning to boil now, and made an excuse to hang up before things really got out of hand. And as for Jackie, well she knew what her friend was doing, but decided to play along, hoping that maybe they could try and continue the conversation later on.

**

A few more days passed, but Brenda still didn’t feel comfortable Bolu Escort enough to talk to Brenda again. She had been exchanging text messages with Brian, however; they communicated with each other every day or so, but like always their messages were very basic, usually just her asking Brian how things were going at school and him replying that all was fine.

Her son was a great student, so Brenda knew she didn’t have anything to worry about there, but there was hardly anything ever personal in what he had to say. In the past, she’d occasionally ask something like if he was dating anyone, but he would merely duck the question. The distance between them was more than physical; they could even be in the same room together and Brian could still seem like he was in his own little world. Hoping to try and spark a little more conversation with him this time, Brenda brought up that the Christmas break was coming up and how she was looking forward to having him come home, but once again got little more than a standard reply from Brian.

Brenda had done a lot of thinking lately, and often her mind replayed her last conversation with Jackie. Some of accusations leveled against her by Jackie had cut deeply, as they had mirrored some of the arguments she’d had with her ex-husband Ted. For years Brenda had wondered how much of what Ted said about her had been true, that she put up walls around herself, getting angry whenever anyone wanted to be let in. Hearing Jackie talk in a similar way about her now had managed to open up some of those old wounds, and while she could care less about Ted these days, any chance of repeating some of those mistakes with Brian was something Brenda knew she could not allow to happen. And with that in mind, Brenda became determined to try and understand him better, on his terms if need be, and to try and hold back as much as possible when it came to being judgemental.

Brenda already knew what she had to do next; it had only taken these last few days for her to summon up the courage. And with that she made herself a cup of tea one evening and took it back to her bedroom, taking a sip here and there as she lay back on her bed with her laptop computer.

Brenda felt genuinely nervous as she began; not that she believed it was complicated but she’d never surfed the internet for porn before. Luckily, Jackie had said that Brian liked to read stories, because she genuinely felt too uncomfortable to find look for anything visually graphic. Still, this all felt so surreal to Brenda as she hesitantly typed the words, “mother son erotica” into the search bar.

Brenda browsed at the titles of some the websites that popped up in her results. They all seemed to be free, with many of the stories submitted by readers. Finding one that seemed larger and better organized than the rest, she decided to begin looking at titles of stories. The first thing that surprised was how large the incest category was here, as it had by far the largest number of stories even though there were plenty more mainstream categories to choose from as well.

And with that, Brenda tepidly began browsing the titles and descriptions, looking for anything that clearly indicated the story was about a mother and her son. She started browsing over the first few stories that fit the bill, noticing a pattern developing quite quickly. None of them seemed even slightly plausible, with the characters not at all behaving like real people, much less like real mothers and sons. She had a hard believing that people liked reading stories like this, but they clearly found appeal with many as some of them had been rated very highly by the website’s scoring system. Brenda would read about half of one before moving to another, because by then the plot of the story would be so absurd that she had a hard time believing that anyeone as discerning as Brian was would still be reading. Ironically, the sexual scenarios being described barely bothered her at all, since the characters were so unrealistic that it really didn’t matter if the author decided to label them as “mother and son.”

Brenda was just about to turn in for the night when she decided to try and read one more. It was much shorter than the average story, so she expected to get through it quickly before going to sleep. From the title and description it appeared to be about her a fortyish woman and her son on a plane.

“Oh my god, are you serious?” Brenda deadpanned. She found herself sarcastically predicting the story’s plot, where an older woman and young man who could have just as easily be written as complete strangers rather than mother and son inexplicably decide to join the Mile High Club on this flight. And who knows, maybe a randy flight attendant would overhear them and decide to join in for good measure.

Brenda began reading the story, which had received a rather poor score from the website’s voters, and the first thing she noticed was that it wasn’t very written, at least when it came to things like spelling and grammar. No matter, all the stories were free to read and the people Bolu Escort Bayan who wrote them weren’t being paid, so Brenda didn’t want to judge too harshly in this regard, but this story was much more difficult to get through compared to the rest she had read today, and it was hard for her to entirely ignore that.

Something happened as Brenda read, however, that she could have not anticipated. The characters came across as oddly real, especially the mother. The story was told from her point of view, and was about her and her eighteen year old son trying to find a better life for themselves as they moved to a new city. She and her son spoke about their hopes and aspirations, using dialogue that seemed surprisingly natural and real, and before Brenda knew it she found herself empathizing with both of them, and with Cynthia, the mother, in particular.

Of course the story had to take some sort of dramatic turn, and sure enough their plane got caught in a terrible storm, bad enough that it was going to have to make an emergency landing. While the plot device may have been obviously cliché, Brenda felt too invested in the characters for it to bother her too much.

Panic now spread among the passengers as most of the power went out in the cabin, with only flickering backup lights left that made it difficult for anyone to see farther than a couple of feet. As with most of the story, details were sparse, but by this time Brenda had become so invested with the characters that she automatically began filling those gaps in with her own imagination.

Teary-eyed passengers began to say their goodbyes to their loved ones as they prepared for the worst, while others got ready in the crash landing position that they’d been instructed to assume. Cynthia and her son Jason also said their goodbyes to one another, and it was here that he lamented to his mother that he was going to die a virgin. His sadness and regret hit forcibly with Cynthia, and Brenda who became surprisingly emotional about it as well.

Brenda read the next paragraph, which had Cynthia cautiously looking around the cabin at the other passengers. The darkly lit cabin made it difficult to see them at all, and what she could see made it clear that they were too wrapped up in chaos of the situation to notice anything else going on around them. Brenda knew what was coming next, a story posted at a website like this could only continue on in one direction, but she still needed to pause for a few moments and take a deep breath before continuing. She hadn’t expected this to happen, especially after the other stories she’d read tonight, but she genuinely cared about Cynthia and her plight. It was no-win situation for this woman, and as wrong as it was for her to be doing this Brenda couldn’t help but admit that she completely understood.

Cynthia cautiously looked around the cabin one last time and then committed herself to action, deftly moving her hand into Jason’s lap to undo the front of his trousers. Jason looked up at her, stunned, but his mother ignored him, keeping her eyes focused on her task. It took a few hectic moments for her get her hand inside and get his cock fully exposed, but that seemed to work in her favor as by the time she’d done so Jason had somehow managed to achieve a full erection, with his cock towering perfectly straight up from his waist. It was difficult to imagine him getting this aroused considering the situation they were in, but perhaps his youth and inexperience had allowed it to happen. In any event, he was ready. Cynthia still lacked the nerve to look him in the face, preferring to only think about what she was doing. And with that, she quickly got out of her seat and, sliding her panties aside underneath her dress, sat back onto Jason’s lap facing forward.

In a matter of moments, Cynthia could feel it, Jason’s cock penetrating her. His erection was fully inside her, reaching far deeper than she’d ever experienced in this position. She began grinding side to side, and before long could hear Jason’s groans of ecstasy filling her ears. Cynthia tried to drown them out, but before long she was making similar noises. It was difficult to fathom, with certain death staring at her in the eye, but she could sense the wetness now streaming down to anoint the cock that was giving her these last moments of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Cynthia groaned, as much to chastise herself for feeling this way as to release the sexual pressure building inside her. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and it was like her body was instinctively demanding that if this were indeed her last time then it was going to get the most of it. Cynthia raised herself above Jason’s lap, with his cock still managing to stay an inch or two buried inside her, and then forcefully sat down again, completely impaling herself as she straddled his thighs.

“Oh, oh god yes,” she heard Jason lustfully moan. She could feel it, Jason’s hot cum filling her body, and realization of what had just happened snapped Cynthia out of the trance her body had put her in. She only had Escort Bolu a matter of seconds left if she had any chance of getting back to her seat in time for the emergency landing. Luckily, the instinct of self-preservation won out over the other instincts that were pushing her to finish this to orgasm, and Cynthia managed to make it back just in time.

Brenda was fixated on reading more even though the hour was getting late. The story only had a few paragraphs left, and she was genuinely curious about what was going to happen next. A couple of hours had passed since the plane had landed, with only a few minor injuries to anyone on board, and the passengers were all staying in hotel rooms that the airline had arranged for them to spend the night.

The scene now focused on Cynthia, alone in her room late at night, wrestling with all her internal demons. Brenda truly felt for her, imagining how distraught she must be after not only going through such a traumatic ordeal but because of what had happened between her and Jason. Cynthia was overwrought with guilt; it was one thing to have sex with Jason as an act of mercy, but she had clearly had enjoyed it too. Cynthia’s mind kept going back to those final moments on Jason’s lap, where she managed to get into the best position possible to ride him. All she wanted was to cum at that moment; what had started out as an errand of mercy for her son had turned into a desire to satisfy her own needs, to use his body for her pleasure. Brenda couldn’t even fathom the amount of turmoil Cynthia was going through, the amount of shame she was feeling, but once again she found herself empathizing with it.

The story mentioned that she and Jason had barely spoken a word to each other since the plane had landed, and Brenda, like Cynthia in the story, wondered what that could mean too. How much damage had been done to their relationship, and was there any way to fix it? Cynthia couldn’t fall asleep with this burden hanging over her, and in an act of desperation went down the hall to speak to her son.

The story had one paragraph left, made up of only two sentences. Brenda was stunned when she read it.

Cynthia went to Jason’s room, and the two held each other for a while as they cried. They spent the rest of the night making love.

It took a while for Brenda to digest what had happened, but after some time it began falling into place. Cynthia had gone to her son’s room, and they lamented the part of their relationship that had been lost before embracing the new level of intimacy that had taken its place. Brenda doubted that it could really be that simple in real life, although she knew Jackie would certainly say otherwise. Brenda recounted her friend’s personal story, with Jackie recounting her internal struggles as she tried to come to terms with her changing relationship with Kyle, how she’d felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders once she learned to reconcile herself with those feelings, and Jackie saying that she’d, “felt like a new woman” after being able to finally consummate those feelings as she and Kyle spent their first night together.

With that in mind, Brenda’s thoughts went back to the story, filling in the gaps between those two last sentences that were so drastically different that it had been jarring for Brenda to read, and suddenly, it all became vivid for her. Brenda could picture Cynthia and Jason holding each other, watching their tears of sadness gradually give way to gentle touches and caresses, and ultimately ending with a soft but longing kiss. She could see both their hands, fingers trembling, move anxiously about as buttons and zippers frantically became undone, with their past relationship as mother and son now replaced with something that was as new and exciting even if it was frightening too. And finally, she imagined them both naked, looking like Adam and Eve as they walked hand in hand to the bed together. Their pain was finally gone, as was their shame; the slight but nervous smiles on their faces conveyed their feelings of excitement tinged with only the slightest bit of fear. Neither knew what the future had in store, but they could live with that. They would be facing it together, and that was all that mattered.

“Jesus Christ,” Brenda said aloud in frustration. The sexual energy had been slowly building up in her ever since she’s read those final lines, and now it was becoming too much for her to ignore. It was getting very late now and she knew she had to get to sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen in her current state.

And so her fingers traveled down, her clit practically on fire as her hand began quickly rubbing circles around it. She tried to focus on her “go to” masturbatory thoughts, which typically involved being swept off her feet by some attractive celebrity, but it was almost as if her body was staging a revolt against her, allowing her to get close without ever reaching that magical plateau unless she finished with the fantasy that had started it all. And so Brenda allowed it to happen, images of Cynthia and Jason’s beautiful naked bodies writhing together in bed as limbs twisted to and, hands and mouths passionately exploring, images of Jason’s cock in Cynthia’s mouth and his lips suckling on her breasts, and on and on as they continued in the delicate art of making love.

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Dec 31, New Year’s Eve, Hong Kong

4 pm

Dwight put the phone down on the dining table and gave his full attention back to the gorgeous Vietnamese girl he was fucking. Dep was face-down on the table, her arms out in front of her. Dwight had hold of her hips, slamming Dep’s pussy from behind. Having already cum in the morning, he was feeling strong, enjoying the young woman’s body.

“You are so good to fuck,” he grunted. “Unbelievable a girl as pretty as you…has such a stretched cunt.”

Dep lifted up to her elbows, looking back at the white boy nailing her. “I’m sorry, it’s become big.”

“Dep, I love it, I seriously love it. Such tiny hips, it’s amazing. I can fuck you sideways,” he said, demonstrating by shifting left and right inside her. “So warm, so wet.”

“I worry you made me pregnant,” Dep said, but not despondently. The chance of having his baby made their sex special.

“Probably,” Dwight grinned. He had been dropping his load inside her for days. “You’ve such a gorgeous body. It would be a privilege to fuck you your first pregnancy.”

“I’m too young,” Dep grunted as Dwight pumped her harder. “Don’t you prefer to keep using me for sex?”

“I would,” Dwight laughed. “I would. Let’s see if you are pregnant first, before we worry about that.”

Dwight pulled her to standing, gripping her tight breasts.

“Who was on the phone?” Dep asked as Dwight kissed the back of her neck.

“My family. From my American side. My cousin Buck is in town, staying with some buddy who lives here. I don’t know the guy.”

“Your family is here?”

“Just my cousin. Buck.”

“He doesn’t stay with you, why?”

“Back when he booked I had a wife and no spare bed. And he’s only a second cousin, anyway.”

“Second?”

“My mum’s cousin’s kid.”

“But you will meet him today?”

“Yes. He’s with some people, they’re going to Lan Kwai Fong for midnight, so they want to hang out here before they go in.”

“Shall I go away?” Dep asked politely.

Dwight laughed. “Dep, when are you going to stop asking that? You’re not a whore anymore, you’re my girlfriend. You’re not going anywhere.”

“I feel sorry for you, you should not have a prostitute girlfriend.”

“Ex-prostitute,” Dwight clarified.

“But I’ve been so dirty. With so many men. I don’t know why you’d want me.”

“You can say what you want,” Dwight said calmly. “I can’t see why anyone wouldn’t want you.”

Dep crossed her fingers that Dwight wouldn’t change his mind. She leaned down onto the table and stuck her ass back hard at the cock in her. She would do anything to make him happy, like he had done her. “Fuck me any way you want.”

“Thanks baby.”

5 pm

“Mum, this is Jill. From the office. She’s going to get ready here for the company dinner, yeah?” Bobby said in Cantonese.

“Welcome dear,” his mother said politely, putting on her shoes. “Be careful this evening. Don’t get in any trouble.”

“Mum has mahjong,” Bobby sighed, then admonished her. “And she never wins.”

“It’s the only thing that gets me out of the flat,” the old lady smiled, unadmonished.

“I hope you have a lovely time!” Jill smiled.

“You too, dear. Bobby, don’t be home late.”

He laughed. “Mum, it’s New Year’s, I’ll be late.”

“Your father would never have approved. He was an early riser. Every day of the year.”

“Okay mum. Go. Enjoy your game,” Bobby said, shaking his head. He wished he lived alone, goodness knew he could afford it, but he couldn’t bear his mother being lonely.

“Sorry about her,” he said after she left.

“She’s adorable,” Jill smiled.

“Yes, well… I’ll give you a tour.”

The ‘tour’ took thirty seconds. Happy Valley apartments are small.

“Bathroom here,” he opened a door. “It’s clean, I promise. And my room here. The dress is hanging behind the door.”

“Did you buy me condoms?” Jill asked.

“Yes.” Bobby went to his draw and took out a small box. Jill took them. For a time there was an awkward silence.

“Tea?” Bobby asked.

“Yes, please.”

They walked back to the living room. Jill sat at the kitchen counter looking at the box of three condoms. An involuntary shudder tremored through her body, and her vagina tingled.

“I haven’t put one of these on a guy for a long time,” she said wistfully.

“You nervous?”

“I can’t believe I’m going to roll one of these onto some guy’s erection, and I don’t even know who he is yet.”

“You don’t think it might be fun?” Bobby hoped.

“One of these condoms inside this box right here is going to be inside me. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Maybe more than one of them…”

“Oh, you really think some guy would fuck me twice?” Jill moaned.

“At least that. You said your husband was staying overnight somewhere for his party, right?”

“Macau.”

“Right, so if you fall asleep, you’ll probably get it again when you wake up.”

Jill put the condoms on the counter and put her head into her hands, letting out a squeal of frustration at having lost the Bodrum Escort bet.

“Jill. Look,” Bobby sighed. “You don’t have to go through with it. Not all the way. Wear the dress but don’t have sex with anyone. It’s enough you’re letting them look.”

Jill took a deep breath.

“I would have taken your car,” she admitted. “It’s okay. I made the bet. I’ll do it. I’ll use the condoms, all three if he wants. It’s my own fault.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Jill paused, then explained. “I talked with my sister about it. Megan. She’s younger but older if you know what I mean? She has sex with all sorts of guys all the time. Said I should take my last chance to have a one night stand. My body won’t always look like this. Said I should let guys use it while it’s still in good condition for being used.”

“Sounds like… good advice.”

“Why you want me to fuck some guy anyway? What made you give me this penalty? It doesn’t help you.”

“I don’t know. I was trying to think of something that would be too difficult, something you wouldn’t accept. I didn’t think you would actually go to bed with some guy.”

“I wouldn’t! I was certain to win.”

“Goes to show there’s no sure thing,” Bobby smiled.

“Except me tonight,” Jill corrected him.

“Yes,” Bobby agreed, sliding a cup of tea across the counter. “Except you tonight,”

“Can I use your shower? I couldn’t do it at home, Stephen was still there and I feel like I need to wash between my legs if some guy is going to go down there.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Your mum won’t be back?”

“No,” Bobby laughed. “No, not ’til after dinner.”

Bobby went to get a fresh towel and lay it on his bed in the bedroom. Jill sipped at her tea, still seething at the thought of that stupid Chloe girl fucking up the date on the deal. If she hadn’t written December 31 then everyone would have probably assumed it was actually Chinese New Year. Jill had to keep reminding herself that the deal was still on and it was still big and the only pain it gave her was the punishment of losing the bet.

“Cup half full…,” she told herself quietly.

Bobby came back. “You can change in my room, the towel’s in there on the bed. The bathroom is just across the hall, yeah? It’s a normal shower, you can find it easy to use.”

Jill finished her tea then went into the bathroom and closed the door. She undressed and looked at herself naked in the full size mirror.

“Not bad still,” she quietly told herself, spinning around. Her breasts stood defiantly against gravity. She had trimmed her tiny tuft of hair to a crew-cut, and her vaginal lips were bare and smooth. She hoped the guy that she went with had a clean-shaved beard, too. Smooth lips on smooth lips was nice.

“Tonight…you are not married,” Jill told herself, taking off her ring and putting it on the bathroom shelf. “As Megan said, it’s your night off.”

Jill showered holding the shower head in her hand, keeping the water away from her face and hair. She soaped well in the places she expected to be kissed.

“Bobby! Are you there!?” she yelled out, turning off the water.

Bobby opened the door a crack and stood behind.

“What’s up?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot the towel. Can you get it?”

Bobby went to his room, grabbed it and came back to the door.

“Can I come in?”

“You’ve seen it already,” Jill laughed. “Come in, come in, I’m freezing.”

Bobby let out a deep breath at the sight of Jill full-frontal naked.

“Not all of it. Not like that,” he said holding the towel out for her to take. “Fuck, Jill, your tits are… wow.”

Jill smiled at the attention, not covering up to wipe her legs. She stepped out of the shower and dried her feet on the mat, then went past Bobby to the warmth of the rug in the living room to dry the rest of her body. Bobby followed, cock tenting his pants.

“Someone is going to enjoy themselves tonight,” he sighed.

“And it will be all your fault. I’ll be bouncing up and down on some guy’s cock, getting him off, all because of your silly bet.”

Bobby walked around the room watching from all angles as Jill finished drying off.

“Who do you think it will be? Who will fuck you?” he asked.

“Probably one of the sales guys. Or those IT geeks. Or the CFO, he’s always flirting.”

“Eww. You seriously think some guy that age will hit on you? He’s over sixty.”

“He thinks he’s a player still.”

“You’d seriously fuck him if he asks?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“No,” Bobby laughed.

“Let me put on the dress?” she asked. “We need to be there by 6:30.”

“Okay,” Bobby said, going to get it for her, wishing so much that Jill was his wife, whether she was cheating or not.

6 pm

Dwight opened the door and he and Buck hugged.

“You guys are early,” he said. Dep had quickly scrambled on Dwight’s sweater when the downstairs buzzer called unexpectedly.

“They want to eat. Everyone’s hungry, thought we’d come into the city. This is my buddy Wayne,” Buck introduced first. Bodrum Escort Bayan “And this is his girlfriend Megan and her cousin visiting from Singapore.”

“Nice to meet you all. That over there’s my girlfriend Dep, she’s from Vietnam.”

“Hi,” Dep waved nervously, hoping no one could hear the air leaking from between her legs.

Buck looked at Dwight quizzically. “I thought… where’s…?”

“Gone. Back to her ex-boyfriend.”

“Oh,” Buck said, leaving it there. “We bought some drinks at the 7-Eleven. And Pringles.”

“Come in, come in. Sit down, I’ll take your coats. You planning to go out to eat, or order Uber Eats here?”

The group sat and stood around the dining table, opening drinks and snacks, pouring into the glasses Dep gave them. Dwight took Megan’s coat, but her cousin wouldn’t let go of her long thick wool-lined jacket.

“She’s not wearing anything under that,” Buck explained casually.

“Oh,” Dwight said with a surprise. “But you’ll roast. It’s hot in here.”

“Go on baby, give it to him. What’s it matter if one more guy sees your little tits and ass?”

Dep stepped in and saved the girl. “Come with me. I’ll lend you something.”

“Hey,” Buck protested. “She promised to go out naked under the coat tonight.”

“She can give the clothes back before you leave,” Dep suggested in compromise. Buck nodded and the two girls went into the only bedroom the small apartment had.

“The living room is big,” Buck nodded. “I like the open kitchen on the end.”

“Yeah, it’s more social that way. All those balcony windows push back, makes the living area even bigger.”

“Where’s the bathroom, tough?” Megan asked.

“En-suite in the bedroom. That’s it. There was a second toilet and laundry room over there but we took it all out to push the kitchen back to make all this space.”

“That’s your washing machine, in the kitchen?” Buck laughed.

“Yep, it’s normal in Hong Kong.”

Dep walked out with the Singaporean cousin wearing one of Dwight’s big flannel shirts.

“She’s cold,” Dep explained. “It’s soft and warm.”

“Fair enough,” Dwight shrugged. “That’s all she has on? She’s naked under there?”

It was Dep’s turn to shrug. “I only have your sweater on. I’m naked under here, too!”

“Wow,” Buck smiled. “I seriously need to come visit here more often. Girls here are fucking minxes. Hey, Wayne, get your girlfriend to complete the set!”

“What set?”

Megan answered for him, pulling up her skirt to briefly flash her shaved pussy. “Already,” she said.

“Wayne, please, you gotta let me have a turn on your girlfriend.”

9:45 pm

“Dwight, come on, help me out,” Bobby pleaded. “It’s my one chance.”

“Take her to the Victoria Hotel, down at Wan Chai,” he countered.

“I did. We were about to go in and she saw someone she knew in the lobby, some guy from high school. Now she won’t go to any hotel. I can’t go to my place. Just let me use your bedroom.”

“She knows me, too! That will freak her out.”

“Once we’re there, it will be too late to back out.”

“I’ve got people over.”

“We’ll just go through to the bedroom. We won’t disturb you. Please! You’re my last hope. I wanna nail her, man. Please.”

Bobby hadn’t planned to bed Jill. Even as he watched her walk around his flat nude, he had no thoughts of claiming her. They were buddies, they had been ever since she started as a grad. Sleeping with her would only mess things up, make it difficult to work together as seamlessly as they did. The flirtatious way they challenged each other would be lost if his cock actually sunk into her body.

But finally Bobby couldn’t resist. The green monster of jealousy did him in. The dress he’d picked out for Jill as part of the bet was a spectacular success. There were gasps from the girls and guys alike. Jill was surrounded by suitors bearing hard-ons. The upstairs room of the bar that was hired for the company’s New Year’s party was more brightly lit than Bobby expected. The material of the dress kind of clung around Jill’s chest, clearly outlining the shape of her breasts and nipples. The mesh at the back virtually disappeared in bright light. It dropped so close to the short hem of the dress that if Jill pulled the hem down to keep her pussy hidden, virtually her whole ass was on show through the invisible mesh.

At the beginning no one dared touch, but as more and more glasses of fizz went down, the IT help-desk crew in particular were becoming bold. Jill was giggling at the attention and enjoying her night of self-declared independence. She playfully patted away the hands that lifted up her dress to hold her bare ass, not always pulling the dress back down straight away. Jill was basking in the compliments about her body, and how she had tied her hair.

Bobby stood away from it all, his mood becoming increasingly anxious. It wasn’t just the throng around Jill that had his jealously rising, it was the lewd comments from other parts of the room, too. The general consensus was Jill’s Escort Bodrum husband was in Macau for the night and she was up for grabs. Her ring had been taken off, perhaps she’d even give herself to a few of them.

Then Bobby realised Jill had disappeared. The throng was still mostly in place but Jill wasn’t among them.

“Shit. Not already.”

Bobby ran downstairs and into the street, looking both ways. Nothing. If she had left already, she was gone. He ran back upstairs and pulled open the wheelchair toilet. Empty. He asked the girls who left the ladies room if there was anyone still in there. Shaking heads.

“Shit.”

But then two guys left the men’s room smirking. He heard a sly comment that they would see who was next. Dashing inside, Jill was leaning her forehead on her arms inside the only cubicle the boys’ room had. Her dress was on the tiled floor, a trail of sperm hung down between her legs. She looked drunk and totally fucked.

Bobby jumped in and locked the door before the next suitors laid claim.

“Jesus Jill, it’s only nine o’clock. Are you really so fucked up already?”

“I need the condoms,” she slurred.

“Too late for that.”

Bobby took toilet tissue and pulled away the string of cum falling from her pussy. He handed her a clean piece to wipe sperm from her face and chin, too.

“You’re meant to go home with a guy, not take all comers in the toilets.”

“It was only two,” Jill defended.

On cue, two more guys came in looking for her, to take their turn.

“Jill? Is that you? Are you in there?” the knock came at the door.

Bobby held her mouth. “Taking a dump fellas. There’s a wheelchair toilet out there if you need the toilet.”

After some murmuring, the two guys left.

“Come on, put your dress back on. Let’s get you out of here before the whole company runs through you.”

“Are you going to take me home?” Jill turned and asked, her bare breasts pushing into his arm.

“Yes.”

“Are you going to fuck me?”

Bobby looked at the gorgeous nude girl and sighed. It was such a bad idea. Their relationship would never be the same.

“Yes.”

“I’ve still got three condoms,” Jill volunteered. Bobby laughed.

“Bit late for that,” he said again.

In the end, Dwight relented and told Bobby to come over.

“What’s going on?” Buck asked, having heard one end of the conversation.

“A guy I worked with before. Wants to bring his score over here to do her in my bedroom.”

Buck laughed loudly.

“Holy shit! Why does he have to come here? Why doesn’t he take her to a hotel or something?”

“She won’t go to one. Worries about being seen. She’s married,” Dwight sighed.

“Holy shit,” Buck grinned. “This town is amazing.”

10:10 pm

Dwight let Bobby and Jill in, with the thought to quickly scurry them through to his bedroom once she was over the shock of seeing whose apartment they were in. But when Dwight took her coat and saw what she was wearing under, he couldn’t help but say out loud, “Holy shit, Jill, that dress…fuck!”

That drew the faces from the balcony. Dwight had opened the glass doors and turned on the outdoor gas heaters to give more space. Jill saw Megan and Wayne and her cousin out there, and squealed. In turn, Megan saw Jill and squealed back.

“What are you doing here?” Megan shrieked.

“You two know each other?” Dwight asked, confused.

“They’re sisters,” Bobby sighed.

“What the fuck? Why are you here?” Jill asked, shocked.

“I thought you were off screwing some guy tonight?” Megan asked directly. “How the hell did you end up here?”

“How does your sister know that?” Bobby asked.

“Let’s just leave,” Jill said, overwhelmed.

“Hey, wait, your sister knows you had to fuck someone tonight?” Bobby asked.

“Yes,” Jill said, red with embarrassment as a bunch of strangers looked on.

“Well, come on,” Bobby said, taking her hand. “Then you still can.”

“I already did!”

“A spit-roast in the toilet doesn’t count. The deal was go home with someone. We can go in here, there’s a bedroom.”

“Are you serious? With Megan right there? And my cousin? And all these people? Megan, why are you here? You know Dwight?”

“Who is Dwight? Oh, you’re Dwight. I don’t know him,” Megan shrugged.

“Then how the fuck…?” Jill asked, entirely confused.

“Sorry to interrupt. Come on,” Bobby insisted, “If they already know you’re here for sex, then they already know.”

Bobby pulled Jill through to the bedroom and shut the door. Back out in the living area Dwight stood in surprise, mouth agape.

“Did you see that fucking dress? Can someone explain to me what just happened? You’re Jill’s sister?”

Megan nodded.

Dwight laughed. “Shit. Holy shit. And you’re okay with that? In there?”

Megan shrugged her shoulders. “It was part of some bet. I told her she should let loose, her husband’s out of town and he’s a douche anyway. But what the hell is she doing here?”

“Bobby and I used to work together. And Jill.”

“That guy works with her? Is that Bobby? Shit, I’ve met him before. He’s the one that gave her the bet. She was going to win his car.”

“The Porsche? Seems unreal. He’d never part with that.”

Buck laughed and shook his head in disbelief. “I saw the dress. This town is seriously crazy.”

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The next few days passed in the same manner. She would come out and open the cage and allow me to shower. She would have food for me to eat and started to allow me to sit at the table, always in my collar and a clean thong. She told me she enjoyed seeing my body on display and I was expected to groom myself by shaving everywhere. She had her own in-home gym and I was instructed to work out for an hour to maintain my figure and muscle tone. I was told if I broke a rule I would be spanked. If I willfully ignored a rule she would beat me. I was a model “pet” for her. Every day she would fuck me senseless, but she would only ass fuck me every few days to let me recover from it. The black eye she gave me was beginning to fade and it was a Friday afternoon when she told me that we would be going out for the evening.

After my afternoon workout, she sent me to shower again. When I exited the bathroom she had a small black thong in her hand for me. She gave it to me and I put it on without a word. She walked around me slowly until she faced me again, smiling at me as she looked me up and down. She placed her hands on my hips and pulled me to her and I offered no resistance at all. She looked up at me and kissed me long and hard and I returned her kiss. Her hands slid from my hips to grab my ass and squeeze it. She smiled again at me when she broke the kiss and released me. She walked over to the closet and reached inside, her back to me. When she turned around she was holding a one-piece black leather outfit. She knelt down and helped me step into it, pulling it up my legs, over my hips and up my torso. It zipped in the back and had a high collar. She reached inside it from behind me and massaged my breasts as she “adjusted” them. Once she zipped it up, I was completely encased in tight black leather that showed off all my curves from my ankles to my wrists to my neck. She had black high heel boots in my size and she assisted me in putting them on. She walked around me slowly again and smiled as she traced her fingertips over my stomach, hip and back. She instructed me to go put my hair in a ponytail and then return to her promptly.

I fixed my hair as I was instructed to do so by her and walked back out to her after seeing my own reflection. The outfit was tight and a bright, shiny black. I was 6ft tall in the heeled boots she had me put on. They came up just below my knees. They were also a shiny black in color. She smiled at me as she held up a leather hood. She instructed me to kneel which I did and she slipped the hood over my head. She adjusted my ponytail and zipped the hood on. The hood had eye, mouth and nose holes as she fixed it into place. My collar was on me and it was slid down just a bit to cover the neck of my outfit. She walked me over to a mirror in the bedroom and stood beside me looking me over. She then sent me back into the bathroom to apply some “whore red” lipstick which I did. She instructed me to kneel on the bedroom floor when I returned and she walked out.

She walked back in a few minutes later wearing black suit pants, a black blazer over a white dress shirt that was buttoned up. She had on black dress shoes and a leash in her hand. She placed the leash on the bed and walked over to the dresser where she pulled some cuffs out of a drawer. She returned and pulled my arms behind my back and cuffed me. She walked back and looked at me and told me that something was still missing. She then smiled, returned to the dresser and walked back to me holding the ball-gag. Bright red in color. She didn’t even have to tell me, I tilted my head back and opened my mouth as she inserted it and buckled it in the back. She attached the leash and tugged once for me to stand up. She walked out of the bedroom, tugging me along behind her.

She led me through the house, in my leather gimp suit all cuffed, collared and gagged out into the garage where I had not been allowed to go into as of yet. She opened up the passenger door of her SUV and I stepped up and in. Once seated she released my leash from the collar and secured the seat belt around me. She then walked around and got in and opened the garage Bodrum Escort door. It was early evening by now as she pulled out and began driving. We drove for probably 20 minutes ending up in an area of the city that had a lot of warehouses and shipping-type businesses in it. I, of course, sat there silently being gagged and she was not inclined to tell me where we were going anyways. She pulled through an open gate and parked outside of a warehouse and got out. She opened my door, removed the seat belt then clipped the leash to my collar and gave a little tug. I exited the vehicle and she closed the door and then began tugging me along her up the ramp and to the door.

We walked through the open door and through an empty warehouse to the back. She led me up some stairs and I could hear the music. Another set of doors followed by a hallway that was dimly lit. A large black woman was standing outside another door with a chair. She stood up and smiled at my owner. She looked at an iPad for what I guess was an invitation list then opened the door and allowed us inside. The lights were flashing with dimmer lights around the room on the top and bottoms of the walls so you could see your way around. There were a lot of people already there, dancing, mingling and at a bar. I was led along the edge and I was glancing at the crowd. There were a lot of black women that I could see dressed up in suits and dresses. And several of them had a white woman on a leash with them. As we got about halfway around the dance floor along the wall passing tables of groups and couples, my Master turned to me and pulled me close to her by the leash. “This is a club where white women are pets my fat cow. This is where you belong. To be shown off as an owned pet. And you fit in perfectly.”

The harshness of her statement immediately made my eyes tear up. I was humiliated at being dressed in a gimp suit. My jaw was aching from the ball-gag having been in for so long. My arms ached from being cuffed behind my back, the cuffs cutting into my wrists some. And now to be led to a club where white women were openly shown off as sex slaves and property…something in me finally broke and I understood that she owned me completely. I looked down at my feet and she laughed. She lifted my chin with one hand and told me “Now you understand. You are mine completely. I own your body. I own your mind. All of you.”

She proceeded to lead me about, weaving between people on the dance floor. As far as I could see, none of the other white women/slaves/pets were cuffed and gagged like I was. I was the only one made to wear a gimp suit complete with a hood. We went back and forth through the crowd, her showing me off until we finally went to the bar and she ordered a drink. The bartender told her that the club owner was wanting to meet with her and my Master smiled and nodded. Drink in hand, she pulled me along on the leash to the back of the club and through a door and up a set of stairs. We came to another door that she knocked at and could hear a muffled “Enter” from behind it. She opened the door and led me inside a spacious office. There was a big window on the right that looked out over the dance floor and bar. A large black leather sofa was against the far wall. There were a couple of nice chairs in front of a large desk and a large black woman was sitting behind the desk, leaning back with a smile on her face.

“So you finally got yourself a new plaything I see!” she greeted us. My Master smiled and told me to turn slowly for her. I walked in a small circle as she leaned forward looking me up and down. “May i?” she asked my Master. She unclipped the leash from my collar and sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. “Come here pet” the club owner told me. I walked around the desk and she patted her lap. I turned and sat down across it. This woman was probably in her fifties and had big arms, big breasts, big legs, everything. She was a solid 6’2″ and probably 300lbs. She reached around me and pulled me even closer on her lap. She looked at the ball-gag in my mouth and then at my Master who nodded. She Bodrum Escort Bayan chuckled as she unbuckled it and dropped it on her desk.

“What’s your name?” she asked me.

I swallowed a couple of times and worked my jaw up and down before replying “Bessie, Ma’am.”

She smiled and ran a hand up and down my leather-clad back. Then lifted her other hand and cupped a breast and gave it a squeeze through my leather suit. Finally she lifted that hand up and slid her index finger into my mouth. She smiled even wider as I closed my lips on it and began to suck her finger gently, my tongue stroking the bottom of her finger. “Mmmm you are a VERY good girl,” she told me.

I sat on her lap, sucking her finger as she and my Master discussed everyday life. I was virtually ignored other than her petting my back and sliding her finger in and out of my mouth. As they chatted, she finally looked at me and told me that she was my Aunt Nicole. She also told me soon I would get to spend a night or a weekend with her. That she would see how much money I could make her dancing in a cage one night and if I was a very good pet, she would reward me. From listening to their conversation, I could tell I was not the first pet that my Master had brought to the club or had loaned out. I whimpered and moaned when appropriate and did my best to please her as I sucked on her finger. She finally pulled it out of my mouth, grabbed my chin with her hand and turned my face towards hers. She then pulled me to her and kissed me firmly on the mouth, sliding her thick tongue into my mouth and fucking it slowly. When she broke the kiss, she gave me a smile then patted my ass and told me to get up and go back to my Master. I got up and walked around the desk to my Master who pointed at the floor. I immediately kneeled and they talked some more. Aunt Nicole asked my Master if I had met someone she called Big E, and the answer was no. Aunt Nicole told her that Big E was there and may have been in the back but to make sure I got to meet her properly. My Master then tugged me to my feet and we left the way we had come.

We weaved back through the crowd again until another large black woman stepped directly in front of us. She and my Master hugged, my Master handed her end of my leash to this woman. She looked at me and said “This is Big E. Be a very good pet for her, understand?”

I quickly told her I did, thankful that she had not put the ball-gag back in my mouth but had slipped it in her pocket instead. I did wish that I wasn’t cuffed but honestly there wouldn’t be much I could do if I hadn’t been. I was too scared to resist or disobey her anymore. I stared up at this woman. She was also every bit of 6’2″ and 300lbs. Huge breasts in a black t-shirt. Black jeans on. Black combat boots. Short hair cut that was barely more than stubble. I swallowed hard as I stared up at her.

She turned and pulled me along by the leash, taking me to a back storeroom. Once we got inside and she closed the door, she turned to face me and put her hand on top of my head. She gently pushed down and I dropped onto my knees in front of her. She dropped my leash and unbuttoned her jeans, then unzipped them. She pulled them down to her knees and did the same with her panties. She then hooked a finger inside my collar and pulled my hooded face to her pussy. And on my knees, cuffed, in a back storeroom of this black-owned and ran bondage-type club, I licked her pussy. My mouth was locked to it and I started licking her swollen lips nice and slow as she moaned softly. Her hand was on the back of my head, palming my hooded head like a basketball. She gently rocked her hips forward and back as I licked her deeper and deeper. I picked up my pace with the thrusts of my tongue, devouring her pussy. It has a slightly acidic taste and I had to mash hairs out of my way to lick her properly.

Big E did not believe in shaving her pussy. She rode my face, thrusting against me as I licked her until she finally moaned loudly and came. I licked up every bit of her cum that I could get. She leaned back against a wall and smiled at me. She then Escort Bodrum pulled her panties and jeans up and zipped them back up. She pulled me to my feet and turned me away from her. She unzipped my top and yanked it down to my waist, leaving me topless. Still cuffed like I was, I couldn’t do anything about it. She then reached around me and began rubbing my breasts, squeezing them. I was pretty quiet until she started pinching my nipples. At that point I began to moan for her and she nuzzled my neck, giving it small kisses. I had a few hickeys on my neck and more on and around my breasts. She started tugging my engorged nipples making me moan and gasp.

I could feel her mouth stretch into a smile as she was cheek to cheek with me. Then she told me to moo for her. And I did. She laughed then released my tits and pointed up into a corner of the room just a few feet away. I looked where she pointed and saw a camera.

“It has audio too. Now your Master and your Aunt have a nice video of you giving me head and mooing. You did a great job you fat, little, white cow!”

She tugged my top back up and zipped it closed. She grabbed the leash and pulled me back out of the room and onto the dance floor. We met my Master on the other side of the club and she shoved my ball-gag back into my mouth. Smiling she grabbed the leash and led me out of the club and back to her vehicle. She never spoke until after she had me re-secured in my seat belt and was driving us home.

“Well, you were a VERY good cow tonight Bessie!! Your Aunt Nicole was very much taken with you. And Big E is her daughter. She helps manage the club. She likes you as well. I think they both are excited to see you again. When we get home, I’ve got a nice reward for you!”

I could only look at her and nod my head as she drove us home. When we arrived home, she pulled into the garage and closed the door. She exited her SUV, retrieved me and led me back into the house. Once inside she uncuffed me and took the gag off. She unzipped the gimp suit and told me to go to the bedroom and take it off but to leave my hood, thong and heels on and to wait for her by kneeling on the floor. I did exactly as she said, waiting there on my knees, hooded and in my thong and boots. She walked in with just her dress shirt, pants and shoes on. She cupped my chin and lifted me to my feet and walked behind me. She reached around and grabbed my breasts and pulled me back against her. I could feel her strap-on through her pants. I couldn’t help but groan softly. I knew she was going to fuck me again. And I wanted it. She slid one hand down my tummy, playing with my belly button making me squirm against her. She then let it drop lower until she cupped my pussy. I was so hot I could hardly stand there.

“Moo for me” she told me.

“Moooooooooo” I replied.

She turned me to the bed and pushed me down so I was bent over it. She pulled the thong down and unzipped her slacks. She took my pussy first. Sliding inside me easily she fucked me nice and hard. Steady, powerful thrusts with her cock buried deep in my pussy. I lifted my hooded head and moaned and mooed for her until I came and she came. Without missing her rhythm, she pulled out of my pussy and entered my ass hard with the very next thrust. I rocked forward, head up and cried out as she entered me. Her hands grabbed my hips and she pounded my ass. She was more aggressive than any other time except for the first time she ass fucked me. She leaned over me, biting one shoulder and then the other as she took my ass. I was rising up on my tiptoes with each of her powerful thrusts. There was no doubt in my mind who owned me. I was completely hers. She fucked me hard like that until I came for her again. She then pulled out and slapped my ass cheek with her cock. She unzipped the hood and laid it on the bed.

“Your other reward is that you get to sleep in the bed tonight. Go clean up and then come get in bed,” she told me.

I did exactly as she told me. I used the restroom and cleaned up and then came back to the bed and slid in beside her. She turned me to face away and wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. I fell asleep quickly with her body pressed against mine.

Special shoutout and thank you to the BEST Editor in the WORLD—TwentyThreeSweet (she has been assisting me with these new series of stories from Day 1–since I kept screwing up the editing! 😀 )

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What to do? RJ was shocked his instructor called him; the professor wanted the name of his model. He did not tell anyone about the phone call. On one hand RJ would love to see his mother model for the artists, but he was concerned his mother would have a meltdown when she noticed all the male artists become excited as she did recently. How will he broach the subject? “Hey mom my professor loves the sketches we did of you, and he noted how comfortable you were when you showed your pussy. He wants you to pose for the classes.” He thought with a giggle and then he came to his senses. “I can’t tell my mother that she would disown me! What to do, what to do? I know I will consult Mark see if he wants my mother to pose for the college art course.” He had his solution he thought. “I will have Mark make the decision.” He mentally said as he walked to his car.

It took RJ a few days to get Mark alone so he could talk to him about his dilemma as Mark was traveling.

“I see you were accepted into the art program congratulations. Did any of your sketches end up in the gallery at the College?” Mark inquired.

RJ turned red. “The whole group who sketched mom were accepted and yes there are many sketches of mom in the gallery I am told. I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of Mom Modeling for the college art classes” RJ explained to Mark the situation and added. “I don’t want to piss off the art professor by not asking mom if she will pose for the group and I don’t want to piss off my mother for posing for us and having her likeness on the gallery walls in all her naked glory.

“We will have to let your mother think it was her idea to model for your classes, but I haven’t figured out a way to do that yet. Let me think about it.” Mark said, the conversation ended as Sarah walked into the house.

“What were you two conspiring to do that you didn’t want me to know about, as you abruptly stopped the discussion as I entered the premises.” Sarah inquired suspiciously. “Do I have to walk down Broadway in broad daylight nude at rush hour in Albany, or something similar for my son’s and bestie’s benefit”

Both turned red as her remark was close to the truth. They did want her to model nude for the art class.

“No, we were just discussing your modeling career ending.” Mark stated.

“Yes, mom you are a great model.”

“Well, I’m not that great a model as they are not beating down the doors for me to model and besides I am too old. It is also very tiring to stay in one position for an extended period of time.” Sarah stated dismissively.

“So, mom you would be willing to model if you were asked?”

“Well yes but who would want a woman almost ready to collect social security to model for them?”

“Professor Sayer the head of the college Art program does. Here is his number call him if you want to continue to model.” RJ said as he handed his mother the professors cell number.

“Why does he want me to model. I am not that good, and I am old.” Sarah babbled stressed.

RJ proceeded to tell his mother the accolades she received from the professor and also that one area of the gallery is dedicated to the sketches of her.

“Oh my, you mean that someone may recognize me! I hope they are not the erotic poses only the classic poses that are being shown in the gallery.”

“Mom all the sketches of you are beautiful and that is from all the faculty and visitors who attended the open house.”

“Why weren’t we invited?”

“It was a closed ceremony for the people who supported the art program.”

“Sure, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten the sketches you needed, and we weren’t invited.”

“Mom, I haven’t seen the display yet, it will be there until December.”

“We should take a ride there and I can make an appointment to meet with your professor if Mark is in agreement.”

“Sarah, you can do anything you are comfortable with as far as modeling goes.”

“Mom, I don’t want the professor to be pissed at me, so could you call him either way. Whether you want to model or not please.”

“Will do my son.” Sarah said, as she thought. “Will I be able to model at the college? Will it be detrimental to my accounting business? Will I be able to compartmentalize my two vocations?”

It is cooling off at LG, the shops are closing down, Mark is getting ready to move back to Kingston for the winter. “Will Sarah go back to her home or will she follow me.” He thought. “I hope it is the latter!”

It is quiet at the compound presently as all the young people left for college or home. RJ is traveling to Albany for his classes. He has a dorm room but prefers the condo he is in on the lake.

“Well Sarah what are you planning on doing. Do I send Jack with you to go back to your home upstate Bodrum Escort or do you want to come to Kingston with me?”

“That is a dumb question, Mark. — Unless your trying to get rid of me?”

“Absolutely not I just want you to decide where your want to live. That is all.” Mark inquired.

“I want to be with you, but I have to be sure this time that we are on the same page. I have been thinking how I want to live from here on. I realize that I like to show off and want to continue. I was too conservative, submissive and unhappy before. Now every day is an adventure. As long as we keep an open dialogue, I will be happy. We will need to communicate our feelings to each other when either of us are unhappy. If you agree with me, we can continue with our relationship.”

“I am in full agreement with you. Sarah we are each our own person but working together for our common good and happiness.” And in a surprise move Mark said. ” So let’s get married.” As he got on his knee and produced a ring box with a two-carat diamond in it. “My dear Sarah will you marry me for the second time?”

“Yes, okay, yes.” She cried as she threw herself into his arms and kissed him passionately.

RJ was surprised, but very happy for his mother and Mark, because he knows Mark will take care of his mother.

The call to the professor was forgotten. In its place, was plans for a small private wedding.

The weeks between the proposal and Marriage Sarah contacted the young man that documented her modeling debut for her son. She acquired a copy of all the photos Mark took of her during her sessions. Sarah wanted to look them over before she approached Mark about continuing to model. Sarah was amazed how totally exposed she was, her legs open wide a look of lust in her eyes. The poses didn’t embarrass her, they excited her that she showed all there her intimate being. “I am delighted I had the courage to pose erotically. I love all the photos taken of me.” She thought as she looked through them. “I like the ones where you can see the moisture on my pussy lips the best, although I would not admit that to my son. Maybe I will tell Mark if his askes.” Her thought process continued while she viewed her images that were more erotic as she viewed the later images.

A few weeks later:

The couple married in a private ceremony with only close friends. They went to a clothing optional resort for their honeymoon. Sarah understood that Mark liked to show her off and she was ecstatic to be the object of men’s fantasies. She has finally outgrown her outdated moral issues for a future of exhibitionism with Mark’s approval. Sarah gave Mark the option to see other women as long as they do this together, and he gave her the same option to see other men, with the same restrictions.

The honeymoon at the clothing optional resort:

With all the airline transfers the travel time was long. They arrived at their destination in the afternoon the four-hour trip took nine hours. They exited their ride from the airport to the resort and as soon as Sarah saw the sign that said clothing optional, she stripped nude and gave her clothes to her husband. “I won’t need these for most of our stay here.”

This brought a laugh from some of the guests who arrived with them and embarrassment from some of the women when their husband’s stated. “Why don’t you strip down also, I will hold your clothes.”

Reluctantly a few of the women did strip. The difference between Sarah and the other women, she stood proud as the other women hid their naked charms.

“This is a beautiful place.” Mark said as he took in the amazing sight of his wife nude in public. “I never tire of my wife’s naked beauty.” He thought with a smile.

As they registered for their stay the counter person stated. “It didn’t take you long to go native Mrs. Scott, but as beautiful as you are it would be a shame to hide your naked charms from humanity.”

Their suite was on the second floor it overlooked the ocean. Mark picked up his wife and carried her across the threshold into the room as he sucked on her nipple. He plopped Sarah down on the gigantic king-sized bed. She put her hands in back of her head on a pillow with her legs spread a comfortable distance apart. “This is the way life should be.” Sarah sighed as they waited for their luggage to be brought into their room. “This is the first time I have been on a vacation. We never had the money or time when I was married to Richard. Thank you Mark for rescuing me.” Sarah said as she brought her hands to cup her breast, then continued down to rub her pussy.

There was a knock on the door. “Do you want to cover up before I open the door, Sarah?”

“Do you want me to stop warming your box lunch Mark?”

“Not really.”

“Than open the door and I will continue to get my pussy prepared for action.” Sarah giggled as she plunged three fingers in her pussy in front of the surprised baggage person.

Sarah Bodrum Escort Bayan and Mark conversed with the young man his eyes as large as saucers. He tried to answer their inquiries, but he didn’t have enough brain matter to soak in the mature woman’s naked beauty and converse at the same time. Mark gave the poor young man a large tip for the teasing he endured with Sarah’s performance.

“Did you see the boner the poor kid sported by the time he left Mark.”

“What do you want me to do, call him back so you can relieve his discomfort?”

“Why Mark, do you want me to?”

“I will call him back if you want me to Sarah?”

“No, I think I am satisfied with you for the time being.” She chuckled. “Now get over here and perform you husbandly duties. This girl needs to get hosed down and lick-it-ty-slit while you are at it.”

Mark didn’t need an engraved invitation. He dove on the bed between his wife’s legs, removed her fingers from her pussy and inserted his tongue he used it as a small pecker, while he used fingers on his left hand to push into her Hershey highway.

“Ooohhh that feels so good Mark.” Sarah moaned as she grabbed his head and pushed her box tight against his mouth.

Mark sucked on her pussy lips and tongued her pussy. She came with a scream of delight. He let her rest while he got ready for the main event, he disrobed and laid between her outstretched legs. Mark took in the beauty of her engorged lady lips and inhaled the aroma which intoxicated him of her aroused pussy. He played with her lady lips as he looked into her splayed vaginal opening. “This is close to heaven.” He thought as he rubbed her lower lips together.

At a later time, we will continue with the couples honeymoon it will suffice to say they had a hell of a time.

RJ anxiously awaited the couple’s arrival home. His professor on a daily basis asked when Sarah will be available to model. He has no idea if his mother will consent to model for the classes as they will become erotic poses the latter part of the first year and from thereafter.

“Hi, RJ, you miss us?” His mother asked upon arrival home.

“Yes, I did, it has been lonely around here without you guys. I stayed at the dorm a few nights.”

“How is college going? Is it different than high school?” Mark asked.

“Yes, it is, no one there to tell me to do my homework.”

“Do you get along with all the professors you have?” His mother asked.

“For the most part yes, but Professor Sayer’s has asked me every day I see him.”

‘When will your mother model for the class?’

“I guess we can go to the campus, look at your sketches, and have a meeting with the professor. What do you think about that Sarah?” Mark asked.

“That is a great idea, I need to compartmentalize my accounting business and my modeling career. Hopefully one will not interfere with the other.” Sarah stated concerned.

“Sarah, we will go to the college tomorrow, see your sketches displayed, and then meet with Professor Sayers. What do you think of that?”

“We have been gone for a few weeks, shouldn’t we take care of business the next few days and then next week go to the college?”

“We should go tomorrow; besides I don’t think the boss will fire us.” Mark stated happily, as he wanted to view his wife’s images at the college gallery.

The couple was exhausted from the long trip and went to bed early. They awoke refreshed and left early for Albany they stopped at Alexis Diner for breakfast before they went to the campus.

Sarah Texted RJ and had to wait until he finished a class to gain access to the Gallery. The couple wandered around the school concourses for an hour before RJ met them. RJ gave Professor Sayers a heads up that his mother will be on campus, so he followed RJ to meet with Sarah. This was disconcerting to Mark and Sarah.

“Mrs. Greene it is nice to meet you after all this time. I told your son I wanted you to model for the class a while ago and this is the first time, I have seen you.” He acknowledged with annoyance.

“First of all, Professor Sayers. This is my wife Mrs. Scott. With all due respect sir, it will be up to Mrs. Scott whether she wants to model for the college or not?”

“I just wanted to help RJ with his marks if his mother models he will get twenty points added to his grade.” The professor stated.

“That doesn’t seem right?” Mark bristled. “How can RJ’s mother modeling add to his grade?”

The professor could see the look of anger in Mark’s eyes and back peddled. “Well, I didn’t mean it like that. It would just help the class to do better and that is RJ included, because she is such a great model.”

“We will take that under advisement.” Mark shot back peeved at the professor. “The guy is a scumbag!” He thought.

“Well, I have a class to teach call me when you will model for your son’s class.” The professor stated, still under the assumption that he can Escort Bodrum command someone to model for his class through a look of intimidation.

“I have to go to class also mom here is a pass to get into the gallery I got for you.” RJ stated as he ran to catch up with his professor.

“Dr. Sayers with all do respect please don’t talk to my mother as you did. Mark is very protective of her and will not stand by if you continue with the intimidation tactics.” RJ warned.

“You, young man better get your mother to model for the group if you know what is good for you and your marks.” Dr. Sayers said with perceived Malice directed at RJ.

RJ walked away from his professor pissed. He knows Professor Sayers attitude will be his downfall when he informs Mark about his remarks to the Professor and the professor’s rebuttal.

Meanwhile Mark and Sarah found the gallery. They went through the entire art gallery until they found Sarah’s portraits it was a whole room of her images. They exemplified Sarah beautifully. It was the whole room full of her nude images from classic to erotic. They were all beautiful the erotic included.

“Mark you can almost see what I had for breakfast in some of the poses I am in. Some of the images of my pussy are graphic to say the least.” Sarah said with a mixture of levity and stress.

“Sarah all the images are beautiful. I am very proud to be married to you.”

As the couple looked at the images a group of people entered and looked at the sketches.

There were whispers. “The woman in the sketches looks like the woman over there?” One of the ladies said to the group.

A bolder woman approached Mark and Sarah. “Excuse me but are these sketches of you. If not, you have a strong resemblance to the model.”

Sarah looked at the woman without embarrassment. “Yes, that is me in the sketches.” She said as Sarah stood tall and looked the woman in the eyes.

“Hey all, this is the model for the sketches.” The woman called out excitedly to the group she was with.

“Hi, my name is Brenda, our daughter goes here. Were you coerced into modeling for the sketches on the wall?”

“No, I modeled for my son and his friends so he could get into the Art Program.”

“Wow, you let your son see you this exposed. You have courage, but the sketches turned out beautiful. I must say.”

“Why did you ask if Sarah was coerced to model for the figure studies?” Mark enquired with suspicion.

“Our daughter needed the ten figure study sketches to get into the program two years ago, but couldn’t find a model so the sleaze bag Professor Sayers coerced our daughter to model nude and spread as Sarah did to get into the program. Once in he made her model many times to get the marks she needed. We went to the school and they did nothing about it. Kimmy hasn’t been right since, it has been very traumatic for her. The young men think that she is easy because she models nude, so she has no relationship with men on the campus.” Brenda lamented.

“We have no problem with the human body, but it has to be the person who is the model to choose whether they want to model nude or not. The Professor has no right to force anyone to model for the class and use grades as blackmail.” Mark added with anger.

With the information Brenda gave him and after RJ informed Mark about the exchange, he had with the professor Mark called Art. When Art answered Mark said. “Hi buddy how busy are you?”

“Not too busy for you, my friend. What’s up?”

“I need you to get a cocky scumbag professor to leave his present position at the College. Give him a month to find a new job on the other side of the country.”

Mark and Art concocted a plan to give the college a five-hundred-thousand grant if Professor Sayer is forced to leave.

A few days later after Art did some reconnaissance, he walked into Professor Sayers office without knocking. “Good morning, sir my name is Art.” He didn’t get to finish.

“Well Art who the fuck do you think you are barging into my office without knocking? No one does that to Professor Sayers I won’t allow it. Get out of here before I call security.” The professor on his high horse threatened.

“Well Sayers the answer to your question is I am your worst nightmare if you have that attitude. As far as calling security it will be to your embarrassment if they come here. My employer wants you to resign from the college and find a job across the country you have a month. You should have listened to RJ.” With that Art took exit.

Meanwhile Mark and Sarah discussed the possibility that she would model for the college art class.

“I want you to model for the art class but not with Professor Sayers at the helm. He is a dirtbag Sarah he has bullied your son and you. Along with Brenda’s daughter.”

“MMaarrkk what are you going to do?”

“Sayers will be reassigned to a school on the west coast of East Samoa. Art is making the arrangements. Professor Sayers has a month to relocate. The school gets a grant from Scott Associates when the dirtbag leaves. See that’s win-win.”

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John went away for his officer training. It was inevitable, but I still dreaded it. If you’ve fallen madly in love and spent every day with someone, only to have some separation forced on you, you know the feeling. So as he was very busy with his training, I threw myself into preparing for law school. As the actual start of classes approached, I got my books and early reading assignments. That was plenty to keep me busy, and it really helped. Regular calls with John helped, too.

Those calls actually were pretty tame, considering how we tore up the sheets when we were together, although we’d sometimes be a little playful. I’d tell him how he had the hottest ass in the Army. He’d ask if I’d taken a survey. And sometimes he’d tease me. He told me about this one Pakistani-American officer he worked with who had beautiful skin color and an ass that was amazing. I’d pretend to be offended, and we’d end up laughing together.

Some days felt like they dragged on forever, but most days, I got so lost in my work that they flew by. Well, okay, with the occasional breaks to lie on the bed and stroke out a load while I imagined my hot man was there with me.

Finally, finally, finally, the day came. He was coming home. He had a short break before he was deployed to his first post. Yes, as much as I wanted to see him and hold him again, that news was going to be part of this visit–where were they going to send him? With the Army, it could literally be the other side of the world. But I tried not to fixate on that. I wanted to focus on the happiness of seeing him again.

He could only give me a rough idea of when he’d get back, within a couple of hours. So I went downstairs and sat in the lobby with one of my books. Constitutional Law (we call it “Con Law”). Not the lightest reading, but it would require me to focus, so maybe that would be a good distraction.

When I got down there, I spread out on the lobby couch. It was across from Phoebe’s office, so I said hi. She smiled. “What brings you down here, handsome?”

I smiled back. “Just waiting for someone.”

“Oh, I see! Would this be your fiancé?”

“Maybe.”

“Good for you, hon. You must be so excited!”

“Yeah, I am. It’s been so tough to be apart.”

She smiled, and then she said she’d leave me alone to read.

It still was a while. I looked up every time I heard someone coming through the lobby door. Each time was excitement and then disappointment, until finally, this vision in green came walking in. That uniform didn’t even show off his best curves so well, but that didn’t stop him looking very hot.

I tried to be nonchalant, just to tease him. I didn’t put the law book down. Just looked up and said, “Hey, soldier, new in town?”

He smiled that radiant smile of his. “They warned me about ambushes in training.”

“Too late! I’ve spotted you out in the open.”

He walked over, and I tossed the book aside.

He sat down next to me, stroked my hair and said, “god, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too, babe!”

And we were kissing. Suddenly, I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Phoebe was out of her office and leaning on the counter in front of it.

We stopped kissing, and she said, “Oh, don’t stop on my account. I do love my soap operas.”

We both started laughing. I said, “You’re the worst!” and laughed some more.

She laughed, too. “Oh, come on! I’ve waited three months for the big reunion!”

We both laughed. Then John, ever the smooth one, got up and went over to Phoebe. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “How’ve you been, Feebs?”

“Doing just fine, thanks. I’ve tried to keep Jess out of trouble, but you know what a wild man he is when you’re not around to supervise.”

He said, “Why am I having trouble picturing that?”

“Well, he’s wild about his studying.”

“Now that sounds more like him!”

“But I did hear that he and some hot guy put a mark on the ceiling over the tub with a champagne cork a few months ago.”

John looked to be blushing a bit.

She added, “Well done, boys.”

And John said, “Okay then, I suppose we should head upstairs to chat and discuss current events.”

She laughed. “Yes, you do that.”

With that, we headed for the elevator. As the door closed, I pushed the button for the seventh floor and then moved in close. He smiled. “Remember, there’s a camera in here.”

I smiled back, grabbed him, ran my hands to his ass, and kissed him deep. I didn’t care. Let Phoebe have her little thrill, if she wanted!

As the door opened on 7, I gave a little wave to the camera, and we headed to the end of the hall, back to our home. We were inside in a flash, and we were saying how much we’d missed each other, never really stopping making out as we did.

“Jess?”

“Yes?”

“You know, there are lots of hot men in the Army.”

“Yeaaah?”

“And not one of them was of interest. All I needed was you.”

And our lips were mashed together again, kissing like Bodrum Escort horny teenagers, our tongues finding each other.

We broke the kiss for a moment, and he panted, “I’ve needed you for so long. Please put that hard cock in me! I need it and your loads!”

I went back to kissing him and started pulling his clothes off as we awkwardly walked to the bedroom. Awkwardly, because we were turning as we moved, one of us walking backwards–or both of us sideways–as we went. That and stripping off clothes at the same time, trying not to trip as the pants came off.

Once we were naked, I looked him up and down. “Big dick there, stud. Are you sure you don’t want to be in me?”

He shook his head. “No, I know what I need, and I need you to take me!”

I threw a towel on the bed to try to keep things a little neat this time, and we quickly jumped on it.

It’s funny. In my head, I’d planned to admire him in his uniform again–he did look amazing that way–but I guess my horniness overwhelmed me! Not that I had anything to complain about.

We were kissing and running our hands over each other. Since way back in freshman year, I’d never gone so long without him. Three months was an eternity, but now I had him back.

As we were kissing, we wound up with him on top of me. I held his head in my hands, our mouths maybe an inch apart. I was so in love with this man! “I’ve missed you so much!”

“Prove it, stud! Make love to me!”

“Don’t you need time to… prepare?”

He got this interesting look on his face. I don’t know exactly how to describe it. Then he said, “I fasted yesterday.”

“You…?”

“I didn’t want anything to slow us down. And I think it worked. I feel ready to go!”

I went back to kissing him. He wanted this so bad he starved himself in anticipation of it?

I already had lube on the nightstand. Really, I thought maybe I’d be getting my ass pounded, but it still worked out fine. I reached for the bottle, and he took it, rubbing some over my dick. I gasped, “Take it easy, hon! I haven’t had anything but my own hand in three months. I don’t want to blow my load too fast.”

Then he smiled, poured some lube into his hand and reached back to work a little into his hole. If you’ve never seen a very hot man (and there’s none hotter than my man, if I do say so!) preparing himself to get fucked… well, let’s just say, it beats any porn I’ve ever seen!

Then he reached lower and took my throbbing dick in his hand. He slowly lowered himself and I felt the head connect with his hole. An “ohhhh!” escaped his lips as his continued lowering himself, the weight of his body helping push my dick inside him. It was so tight and hot in him! After three months without him, it was amazing I didn’t cum the moment I was in that tight hole.

He continued down my shaft until the whole thing was inside him. Then he looked down, smiled that gorgeous smile and said, “I can’t tell you how much I’ve needed this!”

He stretched both hands towards me, and I knew what he wanted. I intertwined my fingers in his, and he leaned further in, sliding up a little on my dick. Then he had my arms pushed back, and he said quietly but intensely, “I love you so much!” as he started moving up and down my shaft.

“I love you, too! But take it slowly to start. I don’t want to cum too fast!”

And he did. Slowly raising himself up and lowering all the way down. It was an athletic sexual performance, those powerful swimmer’s legs slowly making love to me. I was running my hands over him and was in paradise as my beautiful man rode me. His words echoed my thoughts: “Oh my god, I can’t believe how good this feels!”

And after another minute, “Oww, oww, oww!”

I was caught off guard. “What’s wrong?”

He yelled and was sort of laughing, too… “Charley horse!” and grabbed his thigh. Then he sort of rolled to one side as he lifted off me. He was grabbing his leg and rubbing it.

At this moment, I have to admit that I wasn’t the best partner… I started laughing, too. “This is so romantic!”

John said, “This is very nice. Your concern is so touching!” but I knew he wasn’t mad. He couldn’t suppress his own laughter.

“You’re such a stud, lying there, writhing in pain. What is the Army recruiting these days?”

And he laughed some more. “Bastard! I’ll get you for this!”

“Oh, be quiet, you, and roll over.” I straddled his leg, so I could massage the cramp. He moaned as I massaged, but not the fun kind of moaning. That didn’t matter, though. I was taking care of him, and relieving his pain was as important to me as great sex. “How’s that, hon?”

“That’s helping. Just not too deep. It really hurts!”

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard that before.”

He chuckled. “No, I like the other stuff nice and deep. You make that great!”

“Mmm,” and I rubbed my dick on his lower leg as I was straddling it, while I kept massaging his thigh.

“One thing at a time, stud!”

“Yes, sir! But I think your riding might be done for today.”

“Maybe, Bodrum Escort Bayan but a few more minutes of that wonderful massage, and I’ll be wanting that dick back inside me.”

I was glad he was as horny as I was!

I kept working on his leg, and I could feel the muscles loosening a bit. “You know, this is a sexy leg.”

He laughed. “Can you focus, please?”

“Not really. Have you ever felt how amazing it is inside you?”

“Umm, have I felt what it’s like to be inside myself? That seems like it would be challenging to accomplish.”

I dropped down, sideways next to him on the bed, and kissed him. “My hands are getting tired, big guy. Is that leg feeling better?”

“Yes. Thanks, babe. I think it’s going to be sore for a bit, but it’s definitely better. And from what’s pressed against me, your hands may be tired, but it seems another part of you is full of energy.”

I kissed him again. “Ready for more?”

“Yes, please! Want to do it face-down?”

I didn’t say a word. Just straddled that amazing ass of his, and I rubbed my hard dick in his crack. Then I pushed it down to tease his hole with the head, and he moaned and pushed back. I backed off, so he wouldn’t get what he wanted just yet. I was enjoying this! “Does the big stud need some dick?”

“Don’t tease me! You know I do!”

“Well, I don’t know. Last time I gave it to you, you jumped off mid-fuck. Maybe you’re not committed enough!” And I teased his hole again.

He was looking back at me and got this really amazing/dirty smile on his face. Then he did something I’ll never forget. He said, “yeah, tease my hole, babe. That feels so good!” as he ran his hands back to my ass. “Mmm, such a hot ass. I love how it feels in my hands.” And then he somehow managed to hold my ass with his powerful hands and, in one thrust, pushed back and pulled me hard, so he impaled himself on my dick. It was an amazing maneuver! Simultaneously, we both said something like, “Oh, fuck!” and then we were at it hard!

I couldn’t even be playful anymore. It was too intense. I started fucking that tight hole hard and fast. We weren’t doing our long, slow strokes now! It was a hard, slamming fuck. He was moaning, “Oh, fuck, Jess, yes! Oh, baby, that feels so good!”

I was just as verbal! “I’ve missed you! I love you so much! This is amazing!”

I was so glad for the bonus of our commitment… raw sex every time, nothing between us, as my flesh moved in his. I knew I had to be leaking of flood of precum into him as I kept slamming him and the wet sounds of our fucking filled the room, me thrusting into his guts and him pushing his ass back, so we met in hard collisions over and over and over.

I was glad I’d lasted this long, but I knew it wouldn’t last much longer. I was way too turned on by having my hot man back with me. “John, I’m going to cum soon!”

“Give it to me, baby! I’ve waited so long. Fill my hole! Give me your seed!”

I was grunting with each thrust as I felt my balls getting ready to spray a big load into him and my dick getting that little bit harder that happened as I was about to cum. “Gonna cum, babe!”

“Yeah, give it to me! I need to feel it!”

A few more thrusts, and I felt that all-over, tingling, intense orgasm sweep over me. Then that most glorious feeling, as long spurts of semen were shooting from my body into his. Each spurt was bigger than when I cum any other way, and it was all I could do to keep from collapsing on him right then. At the same time, he was saying, “Yes, give it to me! I can feel that flood in me! You’re so amazing!”

I couldn’t even respond, but I kept thrusting in him the best I could, as my dick kept pulsing out a giant load. Fuck, this was so great! I was practically shaking from the pleasure!

Finally, the waves of pleasure started to subside, and I laid on his broad back. It’s a rare man who could turn me on just from the shape of his back muscles–even if I wasn’t fucking him–but he had that, too. He was such a magnificent example of the male form!

I kissed his neck and shoulders and said, “that was amazing, my love.”

“For me, too!”

“But you didn’t cum, did you?”

“I don’t need to. My life was complete again when I felt you breeding me.”

“Sweet talker! But yes, you need to. I need you to! So how should we make that big dick of yours give up a load?”

He started to move under me, so I lifted up. He rolled over, and I dropped next to him on the bed. He was lying on his back, his big dick pointing up. He said, “how about a handjob?”

“After you let me breed that magnificent ass? That seems unfair. How about you get on top and fuck my mouth?”

“You sure you can take all this dick, roomie?”

I loved when he talked like we still were freshman roommates. Even though we’d come such a long way, there still was something exciting about thinking of those early days when he was the unattainable straight guy the school had assigned as my roommate. The one I wouldn’t even dare flirt with!

“I’m willing Escort Bodrum to try. I haven’t been with a lot of guys, so you may have to be patient with me.”

Then he switched gears and got right down face-to-face. Smiling at me but also looking incredibly horny, he grabbed my face in one hand, kissed me, and said, “I think you’re actually a cock-loving slut who wants every inch of my big dick.” Then we were kissing again, long and deep as I felt his dick pressing against my leg.

We broke the kiss, I groaned and said, “You may be right!” He smiled, and I slid down the bed a little. He stuffed a pillow under my head, and I watched the hottest man I’ve ever known straddle my chest.

“Yes, baby, give me that big dick!”

The playfulness set aside, we’d done this so many times and there was no hesitation. He moved up so the head of his big dick was on my chin. This was a moment I loved, looking up at this gorgeous man, naked, hard and towering above me. “My love, please give it to me. Put yourself deep in my mouth!”

No other words. He just slid forward, working his length into my mouth. I moved just right, so I could take it all. Before long, his balls were hitting my chin, and he was in my throat. Then out. Then back in, his long strokes letting me revel in the feel of that big, throbbing piece of meat using me for his pleasure. For our pleasure.

Each time he pulled back, I could taste him leaking on my tongue, and that made it even better! Oh, fuck, this was amazing. I was holding his ass as he thrust into my mouth. I couldn’t imagine much hotter than that. He normally had amazing staying power, but after three months without and the fucking we’d just done, I don’t think it was even five minutes before I noticed his balls pulled tight and his breathing changing. I knew the signs, and I was so turned on by the thought of what was about to happen! My own dick was hard again, but I wasn’t touching it. I knew there was more fun to come! So I made this just about his pleasure, no matter how much I was enjoying the act.

“Jess, I’m getting close.” I just went “mmm” around his dick. And he kept thrusting, even faster now. Then he said, “So good.” More thrusts. “Oh, fuck, here it comes, babe!” And he pushed deep, as I felt his dick swell more and give me pulse after pulse of his semen, firing it right down my throat. I was looking up as his muscular chest heaved and I felt each shot of cum traveling the length of his dick, to be swallowed by me. I held his ass tight, making clear I wanted him to stay right where he was, unloading in me. Shot after shot after shot, like his whole being was shooting into me as he moaned.

He nearly fell forward, grabbing the headboard to steady himself, as he slowly eased that dick back halfway, so I could taste some of his cum on my tongue. That also gave me a chance to take a deep breath of air. Fuck, this was so hot! I licked around the head of his dick and he shuddered. “Easy, hon! That was intense!”

I just moaned and clamped down on him and sucked that big head. He laughed, “Stop!” Then he pulled all the way out moved down and kissed me. Our tongues intertwined. He said, “I love how dirty you taste, with some of my load in your mouth.”

I wrapped an arm around his head, and we kept making out. As hot as our sex life was, I missed kissing and holding him even more! After quite a while, we finally moved to just lying there. I was running my fingers between his pecs, and I said, “So, are you going to give me an update?”

“Update?”

“Don’t be coy. You know what I mean. The update I’ve been dreading for ages. Where are they sending my man?”

“Oh, that. Well, I suppose you have a right to know.” I smacked his butt. “Oww!”

“Oh, please, I think I hurt my hand on that thing!”

He laughed. “Yeah, they told me where I’m being deployed. But just remember, no matter how far away I am, I always love you and always will come back.”

“John, just tell me.”

“Are you sure?”

“John.”

“Okay, okay. I’ve been assigned to the far-off land known as…” I was going to kill him for these pauses. But I guess I taught him to be a smartass, so I deserved some of this. “… Fort Meade.”

I blinked and thought for a second. “Wait, Fort Meade. Isn’t that?”

He smiled. “Maryland. About a 45 minute drive from here.”

I think I may have screamed. I know I threw my arms around him. I was so happy. I kissed him and held him and yeah, maybe cried a little.

I said, “So what are they going to have you do?”

“Well, I can’t get into details.” I guess he saw the look on my face. “Really. A lot of it will be classified. And yes, I trust you with anything, including my life, but it’s better I don’t share this. If you don’t know, you can’t slip up. And there are other reasons. It’s just better we be strict about this.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I get that. But can you give me a general idea?”

“Sure, I think that’s fine. I’m going to be working on systems security, to protect military and civilian electronic systems. That much, I can tell you.”

“Sounds like interesting work!”

“It is, and it’s why they wanted me. It’s why I got silver bars instead of gold,” referring to his higher starting rank. “I worked on some similar concepts in school, and they want me to help them build on that.”

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Kevin’s mind was racing as he took the bus back to the university. Kristine, aka Red, the girl he had been dating had gone home with her family for the rest of the weekend. His affair with an opera singer had hit the biggest snag ever; she was the mother of his girlfriend.

He checked his email as soon as he got to his dorm. Nothing.

“I don’t know what I was thinking” he muttered silently under his breath.

The affair had been going on for months, every Saturday while she was supposedly coaching his singing skills…he had been fucking her brains out, every which way they could think of. When they were caught by the neighbor, they had roped her into their arrangement.

Now it truly was over.

He thought about the last few months, having a middle aged wife as his own personal fuck toy. She had seduced him, making the first move and giving him a blow job that turned into a backseat thrustfest. Smiling at the thought, he thought about her figure. A tad more fit than rubenesque, she was plump and thick in the right ways. Samantha’s large breast and goddess hips were perfect for her. He was playing with his stick as he thought of her and the many different ways they had explored their mutual lust. It was with those thoughts in his mind that he dozed off.

Kevin woke to the growing light in his dorm room. His roommate was already gone for the day. Usually, Kevin woke up Sunday morning with an afterglow of post Samantha fuckery. Dinner had killed that. He got going himself; took a quick shower and polished off a breakfast from the campus eatery. Close to noon he checked his email, with trepidation.

Kevin, it began…

“I Beylikdüzü Escort can’t begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed your company these last few months. As I’m sure you’re already aware, I cannot continue our affair any longer. I’m sure this comes as no surprise to you, after all, you are dating my eldest daughter. I hope you will continue your relationship with Kristine. She’s a wonderful young lady and full of life. She deserves a gentleman like you. Honestly, I’m thrilled for her. As for us, I would like to say goodbye. This may come across as wrong, but I want you one final time to properly say our farewells. I suppose I should ask how you feel about all this? It must have come as a complete shock to you as much as it was for me. If i’m lucky you’ll see me one more time. I will be performing in the same auditorium where we originally met at the end of the month. Will you come see me? Please?”

Kevin sat there for several minutes, his mind bending sideways with mixed thoughts. He thought about Red, who he had just started dating. He really liked her, and he was excited to see how their relationship might unfold. To meet Samantha again seemed like the worst taboo ever, yet he felt like it might be the best closure for them. He replied to her email, affirming he would meet her again.

The weeks passed, and between classes she groaned with pleasure. Taking his idea, Samantha picked up two rose petals and started rubbing her nipples the same way Kevin was rubbing her clit. Her face was covered in a sensual smile.

“You are so sweet, lover boy. I love how you tickle my fancy” she cooed.

“I love Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan how you respond to my touch Mistress” he echoed.

“Mmm, sweet music to my ears,” she said. “Now I want to fuck you, harder than I’ve fucked you yet” she promised.

They started switching places; he rose and then laid down on the couch as she prepared to climb on top of him. He laid back so his steamy meat pile was straight up. She guided his thick sausage to her lady palace as she straddled him. Starting slowly, getting adjusted to his massive meat, she started to rise and fall on his cock. Each time she came down, she sat a little deeper. She would push down then sit there before lifting up and sinking down again. She repeated this till he bottomed out. She could feel his tip on her cervix. She moaned a deep moan of satisfaction and pressed against it. Her thrusting now began in earnest. She wanted to fuck him so he was hitting her wall. Her down-thrust was far more pronounced, her body crashing against his. His hands came up her breast, but her hands took them and shoved them above his head. She was fucking him with reckless abandon. She leaned forward so her full D cup breasts were semi-suffocating him. His eager lips nibbled on her breasts and nipples. He took her cue and enjoyed her riding him. She wanted to be in charge, and he was rather enjoying it.

Her hips rocked back and forth, up and down against her lover’s gnarled root. She started grinding against him harder and faster. A sheen of sweat covered her as well as making her slick with her musky juices.

“Oh god” she roared. “More!”

Her orgasm rocked Escort Beylikdüzü her body, sending waves of spasm out from her center to the rest of her body. Her tummy felt quivers of tiny shaking muscles. Her legs felt wobbly.

“Your turn!” she smiled. She climbed off, and got on all fours.

He quickly climbed behind her and reinserted his piece inside her. His right hand grabbed her hip, and his left grabbed a knot of her blonde tresses. She pushed back against him as he started pumping into her. From time to time he smacked her rear with his right hand, to which she moaned. The more he rode her, the more she pushed her head forward. Taking her cue, he pulled her hair harder. Like a game, she pushed her head farther away.

“Keep spanking me!”

Immediately, he started slapping her ass as his trusting started picking up the pace. He was pounding her pussy from behind, and she loved it. Her bottom was red with his punishment. He now grabbed her hair with both his hands and started railing her. Her groans and cries increased as her cunny exploded with her juice. Her squirting pussy was leaving a musky scent behind. Kevin was peaking as well, but her liquid was making it harder to climax. He started ramming harder and harder so he could finish. It was an ecstasy of crashing bodies, as he violently hammered into her.

He came in a gush of sticky white fluid.

She cried with pleasure; the last of their experiences together.

Both of their bodies were shaking and twitching.

They stayed there for a few seconds, letting their bodies shake out the aftershocks. Finally, they moved to an embrace, laying side by side. Her face nuzzled up to his, eyes closed enjoying the heat of the moment. He gave her tiny kisses all over her face. She just smiled, content with their moment.

All too soon they would part ways. Never to enjoy each other in such sexual release. They just lay there enjoying the glow until reality would eventually intervene.

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Prologue:

The following is a continuation of the Lost Creek Wives’ Club (LCWC) series, and as always, I recommend reading the prior installment first.

Comments are always welcomed as long as they are constructive. Thank you.

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As I was laying on my back, someone was sucking my nipple. Even though I couldn’t see who it was because of being blindfolded, I knew it was a woman from the way they sucked it, and from how heavenly their soft lips and tongue felt. Not forgetting how smooth their chin was. Whoever it was, was incredibly good. My nipple felt like it was going to burst from how swollen she got it. And as much as I wanted to stroke her head and run my fingers through her hair, I couldn’t. My hands were secured to the headboard by the wrists, along with my ankles tied to the footboard with my legs spread wide.

The next thing I knew there was someone else sucking on my other nipple. And once again, it was a woman. Having one nipple sucked as only a woman can was pure bliss, but both was beyond belief. More than anyone could possibly endure for long without having an orgasm.

When I didn’t think it could get any better, I felt someone get on the bed between my legs before two soft hands began rubbing the inside of my thighs. Very sensuously as they worked their way teasingly from just above my knees to where my thighs and pussy converge.

Then when I least expected it, whoever it was began blowing on my clitoris. And from the way it was throbbing from my nipples being sucked, it felt as big as it ever gets. The intermittent bursts of warm air actually felt cool because it was so heated from being engorged like it was. Then whoever was blowing on my clitoris suddenly stopped, after which I felt their warm, soft lips wrap around it before sucking it as they flicked their tongue back and forth over it.

It wanted to scream, but couldn’t because of the ball gag in my mouth. All I could do was moan…and repeatedly.

With both my nipples being sucked simultaneously, and now my clitoris, pussy juice was flowing out my cunt and down onto my asshole in a steady stream. And just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt a finger being inserted in my asshole. It not only pushed me over the edge of the orgasmic precipice, it threw me. Just as I was about to explode, someone began shaking my shoulder.

“Are you okay Lacey?” It was Maureen as she continued to shake me.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I realized where I was. With her on an outdoor chaise lounge for two, and was dreaming. I also realized one of my hands was inside my bikini bottom.

“You woke me from the noise you were making. I thought you were having a nightmare until I saw how erect your nipples were, and you rubbing your pussy.”

It took me a few seconds to get my thoughts together, and after I removed my hand from inside my bikini…”I’m fine Maureen. I think. And no it wasn’t a nightmare. Just the opposite. And it’s probably a good thing you woke me when you did.”

“Why would that be?”

“Because I was just about to orgasm.”

“From pleasuring yourself?” Obviously she thought I must have been fingering my clit in my sleep.

“I wasn’t pleasuring myself. I was having a wet dream. Or at least it was going to be one until you woke me up. Unconsciously my hand obviously found its way to my pussy during it.”

“I thought only men had wet dreams?”

“It’s what most people think, but women do too. More so when older while men tend to have them when they’re young.”

“No kidding. And you’ve had them before?”

“Yes I have.”

“Often?”

“Often enough, but I don’t keep count. Does it matter?”

“I guess not. How long have you been having them?”

“Not long. They started when I started going through the change along with the increased desire for sex that came with it. They’ll probably stop once my periods end entirely, and my desire for sex wanes along with it. Haven’t you ever had one?”

“No I haven’t. What kind of dream was it?”

“Sexual of course.”

“I know that, but what were you dreaming about?”

After I told her…”That’s pretty wild Lacey. Have you had the same dream before?”

“Similar ones, but they’re always different from one to the next. No two are exactly alike. The only thing that’s constant about my wet dreams is they’re always Sapphic in nature. They’re never about heterosexual sex. But simply dreaming about sex and a wet dream are two different things.”

“Has to be. I dream about sex often, but never had a wet one. At least I don’t ever remember having one.”

“Trust me, you would since the orgasm can be just as intense from having sex. But don’t feel bad if you haven’t since the majority of people don’t.”

“So who else was in the dream besides you?”

“The shame of it is, I don’t know. In dreams like the one I just had, I never know who the other women are. The dream always begins with me bound Beylikdüzü Escort and blindfolded. But whoever took my clit in their mouth, sucked and tongued it just like you would.”

“I’m flattered, but it’s a shame you don’t know for sure, or who the other women were.”

“It would be nice since they have to be someone I know. They always are. Not that it’s necessarily someone I’ve had sex with except in my dreams. But in the one like I just had, I never find out since when I orgasm, it wakes me up, and the dream is obviously over.”

“Then I’m sorry I woke you up when I did. It must be frustrating that you didn’t get to cum.”

“It was. Your timing couldn’t have been worse as far as that goes. Other than saving me from embarrassing myself. Now I don’t know about you, but I need to take a dip in the pool, and as Donald Trump would put it…badly.”

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After we both jumped in and swam for a while until I ‘cooled’ off, we floated around on two floats Maureen keeps handy by the pool. As we did, we held each other’s hand so we could stay together and talk.

“I need to ask if you’re into BDSM, Lacey, since you dream about it?”

“No, I’m not Maureen. At least in the real world as I’ve never participated in anything like it. And I’ve never even fantasized about it either.”

“Sub-conscientiously you must be curious since you dream about it.”

“You might be right, but it would only be about the bondage, dominance and submission part. As for masochism, or sadomasochism, no way as I’m not into the pain thing. The only pain I tolerate is when Jim first inserts his dick in my ass. Fortunately it’s minimal, and short lived as much as we do it anally, and it’s quickly replaced by intense pleasure.”

“I hear you when it comes to that. Now one more question relative to your ‘almost’ wet dream, what about sex with multiple partners? More specifically, being pleasured by more than one woman?”

“It’s most definitely been a fantasy of mine, probably more so now after last night, even though it didn’t quite come to that. But it might explain why I dreamed about it when I fell asleep.”

“I fantasize about it too. I can’t imagine anything being more pleasurable than two or three women making love to you all at once. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”

“Then we ought to try and make it a reality.”

“But with who?”

“Carol for one since you told me you thought it was only a matter of time before she suggested a threesome with you and me. Just imagine what it’d be like with both Carol and I pleasuring you. Speaking of Carol, how come she didn’t attend our event last night? I was going to ask you about it when I noticed she was a no show, but never got around to it.”

“She texted me that something unexpected came up with her husband and couldn’t make it. She apologized and told me to be sure to tell you, but I forgot. And so you’ll know, just as I thought when her and I got together, she asked if you’d be interested in the three of us getting together. She even mentioned possibly a foursome including Louise.”

“And you’re mentioning it just now! What did you say?”

“I told her I’d talk to you about it…and here we are.”

“You already know how I feel about Carol, so if you want, feel free to arrange it.”

“Be more than happy to, and Carol will be thrilled as she feels the same way about you. But what about Louise, do you think we should ask her too?”

“Her and Carol are kind of on the ‘outs’ presently so she most likely wouldn’t be amicable to the idea. But I’ll feel her out about it first chance I get.” Then after thinking about it…”Another option could be us having a foursome with Louise and her friend Trish. I know Louise would definitely go for it, but I’m not as sure about Trish. Although after the conversation we had last night, I’d be surprised if she wouldn’t be interested. Now since we both have our marching orders for now, did you decide from the list of more adventurous things we came up with to do with Jim and John, one that you’d like to do today?”

“It’s not only my decision, Lacey. It needs to be one we both agree on. Especially since most likely it will be only one of us who will get to do it.”

“That’s why I’m asking. With it being the case, and since doing something out of the ordinary every time we have a foursome was your idea, I want you to decide. Next time I will.”

“Fair enough.” Then after she told me…”Do you think John and Jim will be agreeable?”

“I can’t imagine they wouldn’t be, but even if they weren’t keen on it they will for your benefit. And I had a feeling it’s the one you’d pick from the way you acted when you suggested it.”

“There isn’t one we came up with I’m not excited about. And we need to make sure we get a good video of it when the time comes.”

“I can use your cell phone like I did with you and Jim in the kitchen.”

“My Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan cell phone’s okay, except the quality isn’t the best. I really need a better phone if I’m going to use it to take videos.”

Since I knew what she was hinting at…”If by chance Jim came in my SUV instead of his, which he likes to drive when he can, my camera equipment should be in the back. If he didn’t, I’ll gladly go home to get it for you.”

“Let’s hope he did as I don’t want you to have to go home for it. We can always get a better video at another time.”

“I don’t mind, it’s not as though I live across town. By the way, what’s with you all of a sudden videoing things? You caught me by surprise last night when you videoed me with you cell phone when Sharon fucked me with the strapless dildo, and of me going down on Colette.”

“I knew you were going to ask. Simply put, my favorite porn to masturbate to is amateur videos. Or for John and I to watch when we’re in the mood. And I mean truly amateur videos. Not the ones that claim to be, but obviously aren’t. I like nothing more than seeing other ‘real’ people having sex so I thought why not take videos for myself when the opportunity arises, and for John and I. The shame of it is, the ones I like the best you can’t find many actual amateur videos. Being girl on girl sex. But the ones you do are pretty good as they’re usually videoed by a third person. Such as a husband videoing his wife having sex with another woman. Why? Did it bother you that I videoed you?”

“Not really, I was just surprised as it’s something you never expressed an interest in. But you need to promise me you have no intention of posting them on a website or something.”

“The thought never crossed my mind. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t without asking your permission first. As for never expressing an interest, last night was the first time it wasn’t just you and me.”

“Then I’ll be sure if the opportunity ever arises again to video you. That’s if whoever we’re with is agreeable to it. Maybe I can even video you and John one day if you want. That would be fun. Or me and you together since I have the equipment and the where-with-all to stage the camera to video us. Although it won’t be as good as if another person videoed us.”

“That would be great, Lacey. And yes to all three.” After which she gave my hand a loving squeeze.

Just then we noticed Jim and John making their way to the pool from the back end of the yard where the horseshoe pits are located. They were carrying the cooler they had with them so it was a sure sign they were done playing horseshoes for the day. Seeing they were…”Here comes trouble so expect to get wet. And I’m sure they have more on their mind than taking a dip in the pool and tipping us over.”

“Can you blame them? After our conversation I’m looking forward to Jim’s big dick doing me. The only question is, vaginally or anally?”

“Why not both? Do like we often do. Fuck for a while vaginally at first, and finish doing it anally.”

Before she could reply. “What a pleasant sight with you two topless like you are floating around in the pool.” It was John, who once again is more of a “tit man” than Jim. But with Maureen having bigger and firmer tits than mine, and them not splayed out towards her sides as much, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off them. Not forgetting her silver dollar size mocha brown areola and nipples to die for even when not aroused.

Right after they both stripped naked and dove into the pool, they swam around first before swimming up to our floats. And while I expected them to flip us over, they thankfully didn’t. With my hair finally dry, I wasn’t looking forward to getting it wet again.

As soon as they were leaning on our floats by our feet. John on mine and Jim on Maureen’s…”Do I need to ask who won at horseshoes?”

“No. Nothing’s changed since all the other times we’ve played.” It was John, and it meant Jim won again. “What about you two, what have you been up to?”

“Thankfully we got some sleep, then we simply chatted for a while. Are you two hungry, as It must be getting close to time to eat?”

“Not for food, but we do have a craving for something else.” After which Jim kissed Maureen’s big toe on her right foot.

That’s all Maureen had to hear….”Me too, so let’s not dilly dally around in the pool any longer. Why don’t you two get the folding mattresses set-up on the floor in the living room, and Lacey and I will join you in a few minutes.”

Before you could count to ten they used the outside shower by the cabana before heading to the house after drying off. We followed suit, but before we went into the house, I checked through the back gate to see what car Jim drove. It wasn’t mine.

“It’s not your lucky day Maureen. But I thought of a plan ‘B’. We can use Jim’s cell phone to video you. It’s an iPhone 13 Pro Max and in some ways is as good as my camera when it comes to taking videos.”

After she smiled…”That’ll Escort Beylikdüzü be great when the time comes, which I figure would be better for later this evening. It’d be a great way to end our second foursome together as a teaser for more interesting things to come at future foursomes.”

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Soon as we arrived in the living room we found Jim and John standing with their backs towards us in front of one of the bookcases on each side of the fireplace. It appeared John was showing Jim some framed photos of his family, all who live back east.

I then asked…”Are you two ready for us, or should we take care of ourselves?”

“Don’t you dare. We’re more than ready, we were just killing time waiting for you two.” It was John, who after he and Jim turned around asked…”And what will your pleasure be?”

“After emjoying it as much as I did last time, I’d like nothing more than for you to fuck me in the ass again John. And like last time, I want a little anal foreplay first.”

Without waiting for a reply, I got on one of the two folding mattresses on my back with a pillow under my ass. When we fucked anally before, we did it in a missionary position. With his six inch cock at best, it enabled him to penetrate me deeper than in a doggie position.

After I was positioned on my back, with my legs held back…”I’m ready whenever you are John.”

Just as quickly he was on his knees staring down at my gaping pussy and tightly puckered asshole. Although looks can be deceiving as it easily accommodates a hard cock.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve been looking forward to this since last time, Lacey.” After which he leaned down and went straight for my butthole with his tongue.

He first licked it with one broad stroke of his tongue like you would a postage stamp. Pleasurably rough as his tongue is, it sent what felt like an electrical shock straight to my clitoris and caused me to moan loudly. All I could think was how thankful I was for the pudendal nerve.

As I held my legs back, I laid there with my eyes closed and enjoyed some of the best tonguing of my asshole since the last time he licked it. As good as Jim is, John is a step above when it comes to anilingus. And while I enjoy it more from the way another woman performs it, it was still heavenly, but in a ‘manly’ way.

Up and down he licked near relentlessly with firm strokes of his broad tongue. Not only my asshole, but all along my anal valley. And if my hands were free I would’ve been fingering my clit to help me along to an orgasm from it.

Even while in the throes of anal esctasy, I became curious as to what what Jim and Maureen were doing. When I opened my eyes I expected to find them fucking in a doggie postion on the mattress next to us. But to my surprise, both were videoing us with their cell phones.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Which caused John to stop licking me to see what the commotion was all about.

Both stopped videoing us, before Maureen replied…”What’s it look like Lacey?”

“You two are suppose to be fucking or something. Not videoing us.”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

“No I don’t, but it would have been nice if you mentioned something beforehand.”

“I wasn’t planning on it until you announced you wanted John to fuck you anally and it got me thinking of what a great video it would be of you two.”

I then asked John how he felt about it even though I already knew the answer. Especially since it was his wife.

“I’m fine with it as long as you are Lacey.”

I was, and if anything, being the exhibitionist I am, it would make things more exciting.

Maureen then added…”And when you and John are done, I want you to video Jim and me. And while we’re videoing you, don’t hesitate to be a little vocal about things while John’s fucking you. It’ll make the video all the more interesting. And act like we’re not here if you can.”

“I’ll do my best, Maureen.” I then turned towards John again…”Now as much as I was enjoying you tonguing my asshole, it’s obviously ‘showtime’ and time for you to fuck it.”

As if on cue, Maureen handed John a bottle of lubricant from seemingly out of nowhere, which he immediately used to lubricate his cock. But not my asshole due to how soaked it was with his saliva. Then after he placed his cock at the center of my anal orifice he plunged forward, and in one smooth motion inserted it until I felt his balls against my ass. As primed and relaxed as my asshole was from him tonguing it, and as accommodating as it is to any kind of penetration, it easily slipped in. But while John’s cock isn’t as long as Jim’s, it still took my breath away briefly from how equally fat it is.

Then for Maureen’s benefit…”God John, I can’t tell you good your cock felt sliding into my ass. It felt yummy.”

He paused for a second to position himself over me on out-stretched arms while I wrapped my legs around his waist at the ankles. Soon as we were good to go…”Now fuck me John…and fuck me as good as the last time.”

He immediately proceeded to fuck my ass with long deep strokes at a leisurely, but steady pace. Just the way I like it at first, slow and easy, so I could enjoy every tantalizing stroke in and out of my ass.

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All characters are 18 years or older

BACKYARD POOL

CHAPTER NINE

Anne adjusted the radio. Smiling, she turned up the volume as a tune came on that she especially liked. She was in a good mood as she drove home, having been released from work after only a couple of hours when there had been a building-wide power failure at her office with no expectation of it being fixed any time soon. She was excited to have some unexpected time off that she could spend any way she wanted since the time spent had already been allotted to being at work.

Bobbing her head in time with the music as she drove, she decided what she wanted to do. The power failure couldn’t have happened on a better day, she thought. It was clear and warm, but not too warm, perfect for lying by the pool and soaking up some rays. It would be a guilt-free self-indulgence

She wondered if the kids would be home. She loved having them around, but it would be nice to have the pool to herself, so she could relax in peace and quiet. Now that both Ron and Amy were out of school for the summer, one or the other was usually there. She knew she would sorely miss them in the fall, but she kind of looked forward to the time when both her kids would be away at college and she could have their beautifully secluded back yard all to herself, anytime she wanted.

“Well, not today, I guess…” she murmured aloud, sighing dejectedly as she turned into her driveway and saw that both her kids’ cars were there, as well as another unknown vehicle.

She went inside and, not seeing anyone, glanced out the patio door to the back yard. She saw her kids and another boy and girl playing in the pool. ‘I hope they don’t mind me crashing their pool party!’ she thought. ‘That’s just too bad for them, though, because I’m not going let my free day go to waste!’

Anne went into her bedroom and undressed. She held up her dowdy, old-mom, one-piece swimsuit, thought about it for a moment, then tossed it aside and dug deeper in her drawer to find her bikini. She slipped it on, then stood in front of her full-length mirror. Turning from side to side, she smiled as she perused her reflection. ‘Ahhh, yes…’ she thought, ‘I can still pull off the bikini thing!”

Anne had had her two kids when she was still quite young, and, while they were both over eighteen now, Anne still had not yet seen the big “4-oh.” Blessed with good genes and determination, she had maintained her figure and she now appeared to be a more mature and slightly more voluptuous version of her daughter, Amy. She threw on a terrycloth robe, leaving it open, and headed outside.

Reaching for the sliding glass door to the patio, Anne gasped and paused for a moment as she caught sight of the unknown girl jumping up out of the water to catch a ball. As she rose above the surface of the water, Anne saw that the young woman’s breasts were bare. A moment later, her daughter jumper up for the ball and she saw that her daughter’s breasts were bare as well. After the initial shock, she chuckled and shook her head, thinking that the two girls must be teasing the boys with little a risqué topless playfulness.

Anne continued watching for a few moments, and at one point the ball flew high over the unknown boy’s head, landing outside the pool on the far side. As the boy hauled himself out of the pool, Anne gasped as she caught sight of his pale, white, naked ass. He retrieved the ball and turned around, throwing the ball back into the pool as he returned. She saw his flaccid penis, raised up on his tight, water-cooled ball-sack, bouncing up and down with each step,

Anne’s heart jumped as she realized this wasn’t just the girls teasing the boys by flashing their breasts.

The ball flew out of the pool again and this time her son, Ron, climbed out of the pool to retrieve the ball. She noticed, however, that his naked butt was not pale and white like the other boy’s was. Ron’s butt was as smoothly tanned as the rest of him. Her son returned to the edge of the pool and stood there, holding the ball over his head and making feints as to where he would throw it while the other three in the pool waved their arms and yelled at him.

Anne stared at her naked son, her eyes irresistibly drawn to his penis. It looked so different now, compared to when she had last seen it, years ago, when he was a young boy. Then, it was just a tiny, purple-headed nubbin. Now, raised up atop his tight, water-cooled scrotum, it looked plump and heavy compared to the other boy’s smaller organ. It, as well as the rest of him, was nut-brown, and she realized that he must have been spending a fair amount of time, naked, by the pool.

Ron finally threw the ball and dove back in.

As Anne watched them play, her mind went back to the times when her family went to visit her grand-parents farm for their summer vacation. She and her cousins Beylikdüzü Escort would go skinny-dipping out at the ‘ole swimmin’ hole’. They all had been much younger than Amy and Ron, though. In her mind, she pictured the young, flat-chested girls, with their hairless crotches, and the boys with their tiny, little-boy penises. They had thought themselves to be quite daring and naughty as they cavorted together in the nude, but they were really just having some innocent fun. Looking at her own kids through the eyes of that flat-chested little girl, she was thrilled, and a bit envious, to see them doing the same, but with their grown-up bodies.

Her full attention returned to the pool outside as she saw Ron and the two girls wrestling closely over the ball. After a moment the ball squirted free, landing on the deck. Ron climbed out to retrieve it.

Anne gasped, her jaw dropping and her eyes opening wide in shock as Ron turned around and she saw that his penis was now standing at full attention.

Ron returned to the edge of the pool and again stood there with the ball raised above his head, feinting moves, apparently unconcerned that his huge, sun-bronzed erection was prominently displayed for all to see as the girls yelled and waved their arms below him.

Anne stood there, trembling, feeling like her legs had turned to jello, as she looked out at her son, awed by the sight of his unexpectedly large erection, and vicariously thrilled by the thought that the two young girls were there looking up at it from just a few feet away as they clamored for the ball. He finally threw it and dove back into the water.

Anne let out the breath she had been holding in a great ‘whooosh.’ “Ohhhmygod…” she gasped. Her legs were trembling and she felt like she was going to collapse. She knew she had to sit down but she really wanted to continue watching. She caught sight of a group of lawn chairs in the deep shadows under the shade tree at the side of the yard, and thought if she were able to get out there, she might remain undetected while the kids were preoccupied in the pool.

Not wanting to chance crossing the wide-open patio, Anne went to the garage and exited through the side door. Sneaking along the tree line to the lawn chairs, she sat down, hoping to be inconspicuous in the deep shade, amongst the jumble of the lawn furniture and intervening bushes. She was also closer to the pool now and had a better view.

As the kids continued to play, Anne saw her son, Ron, swim over to the steps in the shallow area and lay back on the top step, as if to relax in the sun. After a few moments, however, Anne caught her breath as she saw his penis slowly rise, until it stood fully erect, pointed straight up at the sky,

Ron seemed unconcerned by it. In fact, he appeared quite relaxed, lying there in the sun, his hands clasped behind his head, his penis thrust proudly erect for all to see. After a short while, one of the girls saw him there and they both swam closer and sat on the lower step on either side of him, evidently getting a good eyeful of his massive member while making inaudible (to Anne) comments about it.

The girls dragged the other boy up out of the pool and had him lie down next to Ron in the same manner. He looked uncomfortable, totally exposed, like that, flanked by the two girls, his flaccid penis looking puny in comparison to her son’s towering erection just a few inches away.

Anne heard some muffled conversation, then she gasped as she saw the unknown girl raise her hand and wrap it around her son’s thick, hard shaft and begin tenderly stroking it. After a few moments, the girl leaned down and licked her son’s swollen cock-head, then took it between her lips and slid several inches of his massive erection in and out of her mouth.

Anne saw the other boy’s penis begin to rise as he watched the girl suck on her son’s cock. She was surprised to see the other boy’s penis rise to nearly the same height as Ron’s, then heel over in a smooth arc above his abdomen.

The girls seemed equally awed by the transformation as they looked back and forth between the two boy’s organs. Anne gasped and felt a thrill run up her spine as she now saw her daughter reach out to grasp the unknown boy’s curved shaft, pull it back toward her, and take its head into her mouth. Then, for an added shock, Anne saw her daughter reach out with her other hand and grasp her brother’s erect penis along with the other girl. The other girl then reached out and grasped the other boy’s penis along with Amy so that both girls were now sucking on one boy’s cock while both girls held both boy’s cocks in each of their hands.

Anne’s heart beat wildly as she watched the amazing scene before her. She certainly wasn’t a prude; sucking on her husband’s penis was an enjoyable part of their love-making, but the thought of doing it full view of other people was unthinkable. Actually seeing Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan it, herself, was mind-blowing.

Anne heard Ron’s voice, then saw Amy stand up next to the other boy. She knew Amy had a lovely figure, but, until now, she never realized how beautiful her daughter really was, standing naked over that young boy, sunlight glinting on water droplets dripping down her smooth, lightly tanned skin. Her breasts were small, but perfectly shaped, pert and high-up on her chest, her nipples tautly erect and pointing slightly upward. Her torso was long and slender, swelling to a nice, little round butt atop slender, shapely legs. She had a neat little muff of golden curls at the juncture of her lovely thighs, water droplets glinting like diamonds in the damp curls.

Raising her arms above her head, Amy’s slim, young body began to slowly writhe, sinuously and sensually, above the young man. Continuing to slowly wriggle her butt, she lowered her arms and cupped her pert little titties in her hands for a moment, then slid them down her smooth, flat belly to her crotch. With her fingers on either side of her slit, Amy pulled back her outer labia, opening up her vulva to allow the boy lying at her feet to gaze into it as her slim, shapely body tantalizingly squirmed above him. Continuing to slowly wag her butt, she spread her knees outward, further opening up her vulva to his view as she bobbed her ass up and down.

Now the other girl stood up, giving Anne her first good look at her. A slim brunet, the girl had a nice, curvy figure with breasts slightly larger than Amy’s. Blessed by youth, those firm, round globes were perkily high on her chest, seemingly unaffected by gravity. A neat little nest of curls adorned her pubic area, but her vagina was hairless and clearly visible below that golden chestnut muff. Her outer lips were less evident than Amy’s, leaving a hint of her pink, inner labia exposed.

The girl stepped between the two boys, turning her back to Anne’s view, and her body began to wriggle and writhe in imitation of Amy. She assumed that the girl was holding her pussy open for the boy to see, as well.

Anne’s eyes went to her son’s erect penis, untouched now, standing tall in the bright sun, unbelievably large for someone she still looked upon as her “little boy.” Beyond that, she could see the other boy’s penis, long and slender, less massive looking than Ron’s, its shaft curving upward over his pubic patch. She groaned softly and her hand went to her crotch as her eyes went back and forth between the two boys’ erections. Unaccustomed to the sight of an erect penis, other than her husband’s, she was finding the sight of two erections, on full display before her, to be incredibly stimulating, despite, or perhaps even amplified, by the fact that one of them belonged to her own son.

Amy had stepped one foot up onto the pool coping and swung her knee back, opening up her crotch even more for the boy below. Opposite her, the other girl did the same.

The boy at her daughter’s feet was evidently getting a serious eyeful of the two girls’ open vaginas, because Anne saw his butt arch upward, thrusting the head of his upcurved penis toward the girls above him.

Anne saw her son stroking the back of the unknown girl’s smooth, shapely calf and thigh as he lay behind her, looking up at her open crotch beneath her other, upraised leg. He sat up and began kissing his way up her leg and over the lovely curve of her buttocks. As he continued up her sleek, smooth back, he rose to his knees, then his feet. She saw her son’s long, stiff penis slide upward along the girl’s inner thigh as he rose to his feet. Ron raised his leg, placing his foot on the coping next to the girl’s foot, affording Anne a view between his thighs. She gasped as she saw the top side of her son’s organ pressed along the open furrow of the girl’s vulva as he nuzzled her neck. His arms went around the girl’s body and he grasped the firm globes of her breasts in his hands. Anne saw his butt begin to slowly thrust, sliding the top side of his hard cock back and forth between the open lips of the girl’s vulva.

Anne saw Amy kneel down and thrust her face into the other girl’s crotch. Between Ron’s and the other girl’s upraised legs, she could see her daughter’s pretty face as she licked at the girl’s vagina. Anne groaned softly and a shiver ran though her body. She wriggled her ass against the lawn chair’s seat, feeling moisture trickling between the lips of her pussy

After a short time, Amy pulled the other boy up and sat back to watch as he now licked the other girl’s vagina.

Amy didn’t allow the boy much time at the other girl’s crotch, however. Anne saw her daughter pull him away and push him back down on the step again. Amy threw her leg across him, straddling his head with her knees. Scooting forward, she pressed her open crotch against Escort Beylikdüzü his face. Soon, she heard her daughter moaning with delight, her head thrown back and her body writhing with pleasure.

Anne, too, moaned, sliding her hand into her bikini briefs and fingering her moist vulva as she watched in envy, for she truly enjoyed a good tongue-lashing herself.

The boy was obviously enjoying her daughter’s pussy, as well, because Anne could see him clenching his ass, thrusting his straining hard-on up and down, untouched by anyone.

The other girl evidently was aware of the highly aroused, but unoccupied, state of other boy’s penis as she stood above him, looking down at it. She dropped to her knees, bent forward, and began running her tongue back and forth along its curved underside.

As the girl went to her knees, Anne saw her son’s penis pull from between her thighs and spring upward, quivering stiffly above her back. Ron reached down and grasped the girl’s hips, pulling her butt upward. He laid his long, fat hard-on along the valley between her upthrust buttocks. He pressed her cheeks together around his cock and thrust it back and forth several times.

Releasing the pressure on her ass-cheeks, Ron pulled back, dragging the head of his prick down along the valley between her buttocks, across her ass-hole, and then down through the moist furrow of her vulva. He stroked his engorged cock-head up and down through her juicy labia several times, then inserted that big knob into her vaginal opening.

“Ohmygod!” Anne gasped involuntarily as she saw her son’s cock-head enter the girl’s vagina, thrills of excitement shooting through her as the remainder of his massive organ slowly followed. Groaning softly, Anne’s fingertip strummed the taut little bud of her clitoris, her butt squirming in the lawn chair as she watched her son’s penis slide in and out of the girl’s cunt

Anne began thrusting her finger in and out of her joy-hole as she watched the group before her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so sexually aroused. Having married so young, she’d never seen or been involved in anything like this before. The taboo aspect of watching her own son and daughter doing these things made it especially thrilling.

Amy, her beautiful, slender body arched back, her head rolling from side as she sat atop the boy’s face, looked at her brother over her shoulder and saw that he was fucking her friend from the rear. She reached out to him and pulled him to her, their lips meeting for a long, passionate kiss.

When their kiss broke and Ron straightened back up, Anne saw Amy’s eyes open, looking straight at her. The girl looked confused for a few moments, then her eyes opened wide in shock.

Anne heard her cry out, “Mom? MOM!!!“

Anne bolted upright in her seat, jerking her hand out of her bikini panties, realizing she had been discovered. She slowly stood up and threaded her way through the intervening lawn furniture, making her way over to the pool.

The kids were all frozen in place, staring up at her in shocked uncertainty.

She stood there, surveying the group, a stern look on her face. Her son, unmoving, stared at her, his mouth gaping, his loins pressed against the young girl’s upthrust butt, his prick evidently still buried in her pussy. The girl, no longer sucking on the other boy’s cock, was holding his long, curved shaft in her hand next to her face as she turned her head to look up at Anne.

Amy, looking stricken, stared up at her mother, still straddling the other boy’s head. Anne’s eye’s travelled down the curve of her daughter’s slender body and thighs to the neat little patch of blond fur at their juncture. Below that tiny muff, she saw the slightly parted outer lips of her vagina and a hint of the glistening pink folds between them. Immediately below that pretty pink flower, the boy’s mouth gaped, his lips and chin shiny with her juices, her sweet nectar still dripping into his open maw even as he stared up at Anne, his eyes wide in shock.

The silence was long and uncomfortable, as Anne’s eyes went from one to the next around the group. Finally, she murmured, “Well…I guess this isn’t quite the innocent little, skinny-dipping party I assumed it was when I first got here!”

Ron groaned and slowly withdrew his cock from the girl’s cunt. As its bulbous head popped free of her tight little joy-hole, it sprang stiffly upward, quivering, glistening with the girl’s juices in the bright sunlight. As Ron’s cock pulled from her cunt, the girl gasped and her butt dropped down to rest on her ankles, while she continued to hold onto the other boy’s prick. Ron saw his mother’s eyes staring directly at his own erect penis and, despite the embarrassment, he felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him as he saw the tip of her tongue emerge from her slightly parted lips and slowly circle them.

Amy slowly rose, then reached down to pull Ryan to his feet, while Ron helped the other girl up. Standing there, side by side, in ankle-deep water on the first step, Anne looked them over, a critical expression on her face. The two boys, highly aroused by their activities just a few moments before, remained solidly erect as she looked at them.

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I woke before the other two gorgeous bodies in my bed. Alex was facing away from me on the very edge of the bed. Lottie was still intertwined with me, our legs overlapped and I could feel the gorgeous smoothness of her thighs and calves. Her pretty feet stuck out of the covers, which were dishevelled and messy after our lovemaking.

I had never thought that I could be attracted to a woman, of any age, let alone be naked with one. The thought of sex with a woman had never crossed my mind in forty years of interest in the opposite sex. Whether I had been sheltered, been unadventurous or simply been lacking in opportunity, I was well and truly into lovely Lottie, my twenty-five-year-old lover.

I felt no regret at all, in fact, I secretly wanted to do it all over again. She had touched me so very differently to Alex, well any man really. Her lips were soft, she kissed with gentle urgency. Her mouth had kissed my breasts with passion and she had sucked my nipples firmly. It sent sparks through me and it was gorgeous. She had finished making love with me by kissing my clitoris, with a mouth already covered in Alex’s sperm. She had planted a soft tongue and lips on my deepest and most intimate place and pushed some of Alex’s semen inside me. It was something I had been dreaming about during last night. It was so intimate, so incredibly sexy and I fucking loved it.

I tiptoed to the bathroom. I was very good at gliding softly across a floor. I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was all over the place. Lottie had run her hands all through it, my grey hair quite visible. I could still feel her fingers sliding through my long hair, gripping it as we kissed and as Alex slid deep inside her. I could feel her hands on my face, caressing me, probing deep in my mouth with her tongue. I could still feel her warm fingers slipping through my pubic hair, gripping it and parting my labia. I was getting aroused, just looking in the mirror and remembering it all so clearly.

I brushed my teeth, laying out a toothbrush for Lottie to use when she woke up. As I sat down to pee, I felt the familiar aching in my vagina and my womb. Alex’s masculine cock is huge, and every time we make love, it does this to me. It’s a reminder of my age I suppose. Although at more than nine inches, I perhaps should not be surprised that it hurts. He is a gentle lover, but when I am turned on, I just want him to fuck me, to take me and to hell with the consequences. I adore him, and fucking love the fact that I have a twenty-four-year-old man with a huge cock and perfect body, fucking me passionately in every way possible.

It was still quite early, so I slipped on a bikini and stepped outside into the cool of the morning. I didn’t feel sleepy and whilst I wanted to wake Lottie to make love with her, I was actually reluctant in case she regretted last night. In any case, I was oddly unsure of how to initiate sex with a woman and was a bit shy, I suppose.

I laid down on the sunbed and read a magazine for half an hour. Alex was first to get up and came outside to me. He was grinning like the cat with the cream and stepped over to me, kissing me slowly and gently on the lips.

‘Well, my gorgeous lady, what on earth was that?’

‘I know. I hadn’t expected any of it. So, is everything alright between us?’

He lifted his head, quizzically.

‘Of course? Why wouldn’t it be?

‘Well, we both made love to someone else. For me, it was a…well something I have never done. Touch another woman like that.’

‘To think you were trying to wean me off of you. You two ended up in bed together. It was wonderful though, yes? A life experience?’

‘I suppose. It was odd seeing you screwing another woman though. I’m not jealous, not upset. Well, it was my fault anyway, wasn’t it? No, I’m totally fine. It’s just seeing you inside her, giving her pleasure and making her orgasm so strongly. I don’t know what I am saying. Ignore me.’

‘Are you worried that I will now want to leave you, for a younger girl? Wasn’t that kind of what you were telling me to do?’

‘I know yes. You know that’s still the right thing. But not yet. I have come to realise that I don’t want to give you up, just yet. Just that if you wanted to give me up, I would understand and let you go, with love and no regret. Beylikdüzü Escort Okay?’

Alex stood up. He was naked, his gorgeous, sexy body gave me shivers every time I saw him in the light. His toned form was just muscular enough to drive me crazy for him. Of course, his big dick was a deal clincher. Right now, it was not erect, but was firm to my touch. I ran my fingers along his length and down to his root. I slipped my fingers down over his large testicles, rolling them both between my fingers. He leaned down and kissed me again, then along my arms and across to my boobs. He moved the fabric to one side and licked my nipple playfully.

‘I’m going to have a swim in the sea, whilst there is no wind. I will be an hour. You decide if you want Lottie to stay or not. I’m going to give you some time to work out if you want me to leave you for another woman, or not.’

He moved away from me, his beautiful body disappeared into the bedroom and the room door clicked shut, just a few seconds afterwards. I looked through the window, Lottie was still asleep and had not moved since I got out of the bed. I went inside and put a capsule in the coffee machine. The coffee was most welcome and I looked out over the sea to drink it. I looked out for Alex and thought I had seen him dive in from the rocks in the distance. My darling man. My beloved Alex. Thirty-six years between us. How and when this bubble would burst, I knew not. In the meantime, I could still feel his enormous erection buried in my vagina. I can still taste his sperm on my tongue. It was glorious.

As I looked out to sea, I heard Lottie get up and step outside to join me. She was wearing one of my wraps that I had left out obviously for her to use if she wanted to. She put her hand around my waist and gently stroked my back with her soft palm.

‘Is that okay to do Helen? You don’t mind me putting my arm around you?’

‘It’s more that fine Lottie? It’s a gorgeous feeling in fact.’

‘So, you don’t regret last night? I know I don’t. I’m not attracted to women as a rule, but if I am honest, you are intoxicatingly beautiful. I really could not help myself and I really didn’t try to resist. Sorry for making a first move and if I have done something wrong, then just tell me.’

‘You haven’t. It was one of the most intimate experiences of my life. I’m not actually that experienced and never with a woman. Something to add to the experience bank.’

‘Oh, that is good. I thought last night was the best sex that I ever had. I won’t ever forget your beautiful naked body next to mine, nor the feel of Alex’s cock. Well, you know what I mean. Sorry.’

‘Oh, that’s fine. He is very well endowed, isn’t he?’

‘He is enormous, thick and my god, how hard does his erection get? It was like being fucked by a rolling pin.’

We both giggled. We both knew what Alex’s erection feels like buried deep in our vaginas.

‘So, what happens now, Lottie?’

‘Do you want me to leave?’

‘Do you want to leave?’

There was a pause, a pause lasting an eternity during which my stomach fluttered uncontrollably. I was conflicted. Lottie probably should go back to her friends, who might be worried about her whereabouts. Then again, she was an adult, and I realised I wanted her to stay, at least for a little longer. I actually wanted to make love with her again, taking my time and learning her body, and her desires.

‘No. I don’t want to go. I want to be here for a little while longer.’

I felt her hand move from my back down over my bottom and her hand gently squeezed my cheek. Her other hand moved over my stomach and rested on top of my bikini bottoms. Her head leaned on my shoulder. We stood there for a moment, both enjoying the feel of another woman’s body. The softness, the smoothness and the curves of a female form.

Then her hand slowly moved between my legs, her palm firmly indicating that she wanted me to just open my legs a little. She undid the simple knot in my bikini and it fell to the floor. Her soft fingers searched deeper between my legs. They slipped through my pubic hair and gently slid along my labia. Her warm fingers spread my pussy and I felt a finger gently move inside me. Two more fingers caressed my clitoris and I realised that Lottie Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan was breathing heavily and was trembling as she touched me intimately. Her fingers found my vagina and she slipped them deeper inside, as far as she could whilst standing by my side.

‘Lottie, that’s so sexy. Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.’

She moved behind me and I instinctively opened my legs more for her and she was able to go deeper into me. I suddenly realised that in this position, she could imagine she was playing with her own pussy and replicate what feels good to her. It was deliciously naughty and sexy. Her young body next to me was starting to arouse feelings deep inside my spine.

Her fingers moved urgently inside me. She twisted and turned in me and made sure that her fingers were wet with my arousal. Then she withdrew her fingers and stepped around to face me. Looking into my eyes, she licked her fingers clean.

‘God, your pussy tastes fucking lovely. I wanted to taste you again, Helen. Last night, I licked you and the taste of your juice turned me on. Why don’t you find out how turned on I am for you?’

She leaned on the wall and the wrap fell open. Her naked body was simply stunning. Her long legs, her dark pubic hair and her beautiful full, young boobs. I remember having that body thirty years ago.

I kissed her fully on the lips, it was easy kissing Lottie. Gorgeous lips caressing mine, her tongue circling my mouth, eagerly tasting one another. It was bliss.

I ran my hands all over her body. Over her big bosoms, squeezing them to feel her shape and size. My fingers around her nipples, her hips and thighs. I felt her hands back on my cunt and she was stroking my clitoris with passion, running her hands through my pubic hair, tugging and stroking, occasionally sliding inside me again to wet her fingers. Each time she again lapped up my cunt-juice, making her sigh more in pleasure.

I moved down her body, covering her boobs in kisses. I sucked on her nipples, licking them before drawing her full breast in to my mouth. I could only manage a small amount of her breasts, but she filled my mouth and she tasted sweet and warm. I could also taste Alex’s semen on her big boobs, after last night’s wonderful sex.

I knelt down and saw her beautiful vagina, slightly gaping and very, very wet. I kissed across the line of her pubic hair, then kissed down her bush of hair. I could smell her fresh juice. I must admit it really turned me on. I opened my mouth and placed my lips on the sweetest, softest body. Her vagina tasted gorgeous, her clitoris was swollen and whilst I had never licked a girl before Lottie, I just did what I like to receive, just like she had done with me. I felt her respond and so we quickly taught one another what feels good. She opened her legs wide and shouted in pleasure. She crouched down a little and this parted her lips wide for me to enjoy. I licked along her cunt, from her clitoris to her vagina. My tongue slid inside her and I licked around her soft, willing vagina. The same beautiful vagina that Alex had hard fucked last night, with what I knew was a stone-hard erection.

I was licking her with passion and eagerness. My face was smeared in her cunt-juice, my mouth buried inside this gorgeous woman. She placed her hand on the back of my head and drove her clitoris onto my face.

Breathlessly she implored me. ‘Helen, can I come on you? Please let me come on you?’

I just responded by licking her as deeply as I could manage. I moved my face from side to side as I licked her clitoris. It was hot and swollen, I knew she was going to come soon.

I felt her thighs weaken and shake and her whole body sagged as she orgasmed. Her breasts bounced as she came, her legs rocked forwards and backwards, making her cunt slide over my face, long strokes of my tongue across her sweet, delicious pussy.

‘Don’t stop Helen, lick me more. I want to come again. I can come twice if you don’t stop.’

Her hips rocked backwards and she leaned back on to the wall. As she leaned back, I was able to spread her legs wide with my hands and bury my face in her hot, orgasmic cunt. I lapped her clitoris, sliding a finger inside her vagina as I licked her. One finger, then three. I sensed the depth Escort Beylikdüzü she wanted and how fast to move in her. I licked her clit as it was drawn inside her, following my fingers into her vagina. As I fucked her with my fingers, she started screaming loudly to fuck her harder.

‘Fuck me, you fucking sexy bitch! Fucking make me come Helen. Fuck! You are going to make me come on you. Please don’t fucking stop.’

I sucked her clitoris into my mouth and licked it with my tongue, not letting it out of my mouth. This sent her over the edge and she spread her legs wide and pushed my head hard against her cunt. She came again, half leaning over me, wrapping her body around my face, with her throbbing clitoris deep in my mouth, pulsing with pleasure as she came on me.

As her orgasm subsided, each breath accompanied by a loud sigh, she stroked my hair, running her hands tenderly over my face.

‘Fuck Helen, no man has ever made me come like that! Fucking never. Never been close to that pleasure. Fuck! Fuck!’

I stood up and she leaned to me and we kissed softly and tenderly, her cunt-juice lubricating our kisses.

‘God, you made me so wet!’

‘Your pussy tastes gorgeous. I have drunk so much of your sweet juice, Lottie!’

We giggled and I looked at her, hot and breathless, flushed and her body glistening. Between her legs, her pussy gaped and the deep pink of her vagina was almost mesmerising. I had just made another woman come twice, with shattering orgasms as an added spice.

Lottie composed herself and I led her naked body by the hand, back to our bed. I lay back and drew her on top of me. We kissed and I just wanted this beautiful body on mine, one more time. I wanted to feel all her curves, her hips, waist, her tiny, perfect little bottom and endless legs.

I opened my legs, not allowing her to stop kissing me. She responded and opened her legs for me. When my cunt rested on hers, I could feel her thick cunt-juice smearing over my whole pussy. Her gorgeous pubic hair tickled me and this was just where I wanted to be.

I lifted my leg and twisted so that she could slide her leg under mine and lock our two bodies together.

She slowly rocked forwards, squeezing my clitoris against her and then back, her fingers sliding over me, caressing my now fully aroused cunt.

As she kissed me, she lifted her head to lick her fingers.

‘Taste our fuck, Helen. Your juice and mine.’

She placed her fingers in my mouth and I tasted our juices. I liked the taste of our cunts, I really wanted her to make me orgasm.

Her body moved so deliciously over mine, moving in time with one another. Her pussy hard against mine, her soft labia sliding over my clitoris. It was girl heaven.

As she moved, she sometimes leaned down to lick my breasts. Again, she sucked my tiny boobs hard, taking my entire bosom into her mouth and then sucking my nipples firmly. The sparks flowed into my spine and as she released me from her mouth, my nipple stretched, wet from her attention and she gently blew on them, driving me wild.

I felt my body arching towards her, opening my legs as wide as I could, with her gorgeous body on top of me. Her boobs bounced against mine as we fucked. It was a different sensation, in this position, without a sexy cock stimulating me. But it was just as devastatingly sexy.

‘I’m going to come. Oh my god, I’m coming.’

‘Come for me Helen. Let me feel your orgasm.’

As I started to orgasm, Lottie moved down my body and sucked my clitoris into her mouth. She felt it throb as each wave of orgasm took over my body. I had just come on her tongue and it was explosive.

I lay there motionless, processing what had just happened. For quite a time we lay there, Lottie between my legs kissing and licking my soaking wet cunt, dripping from our fuck. Her sweet, thick and free-flowing cunt-juice smeared all over my lower body. Her hands slid all over me, she savoured every inch of my shape and she kept telling me how sexy I was and what an amazing body I still had. I even believed her after the eagerness of her lovemaking.

After what seemed like an age, she moved from me and pressed the button for an espresso. She stepped outside without another word and sat down on the sunbed.

After a few seconds, my mobile pinged a text message. It was an unknown number.

HELEN, THAT WAS THE FUCK OF MY LIFE. I HAVE NEVER HAD ORGASMS LIKE THAT. MY MIND IS A SWIRL. GIVE ME A MINUTE TO REGROUP AND LET’S SHOWER TOGETHER. I WANT TO STROKE YOUR BODY JUST ONE MORE TIME BEFORE I GO. PS THIS IS LOTTIE, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T KNOW 😉

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