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Nas was a girl who worked in the same building as me although in a different department. Nevertheless whenever we saw each other around we would stop and chat and flirt with each other.

Now Nas wasn’t what you would call particularly pretty or beautiful or anything but she was very slim and had small breasts. In addition her hair was long, dark and sleek and her eyes were deep brown and very alluring. She also had an air of confidence about her and was very open in her attraction to me despite knowing I was married and she herself having a secret boyfriend her family didn’t know about.

She had an air of sexiness about her. She was 23 and I could tell she definitely wasn’t a virgin or a shy innocent Indian girl.

Often when we talked she would tease me, she would stand close to me and accidentally brush past me as she moved. She would say things like how she wished the two of us had met before I’d got married and that she would have left her family to be with me.

All this teasing was becoming too much for me and eventually I pleaded with her to go out with me but she would always say that it was impossible. Nevertheless whenever I saw her I would ask again and she would respond with more teasing.

This went on until the time came for the work Christmas party which was to be held in a night-club. Nas was there wearing her hair long, a shiny top and a long tight black skirt that clung to her body. To me she looked beautiful and I longed to get close to her but she was sticking close to her colleagues.

As the evening wore on I finally managed to separate her from the others Ordu Escort when they all got up to dance and she chose to remain behind.

I saw this as my best chance and immediately went over to talk to her where she sat in a dark corner of the club.

I told her how beautiful she looked and how much I desired her. She was very flattered by my attentions and did not move away when I sat closer to her and slipped my arm around her shoulder. Gently I stroked my fingers along her arm and she responded by turning her face to me and smiling a wonderful smile. I couldn’t resist and leant forward to kiss her lightly on her mouth. Nas responded to my advance and opened her lips to receive my kiss and for several seconds both of us were lost in another world where only the two of us existed.

However we both came to our senses as we realised that anybody might see us kissing so we broke away and Nas left quickly to head to the toilet leaving me sitting alone and extremely frustrated.

I didn’t see her again that evening and in fact it was after New Year when we had returned to work that I encountered her again. On this one particular night I was working late finishing off one or two things before the weekend. There was no one else about and I was eager to leave and go home. Just before leaving I heard noises coming from the photocopier room and looked inside to tell the person in there that I was leaving. I was extremely pleased to see Nas in there surrounded by pieces of paper she had been copying and trying to put in order. She had jumped with surprise when I had opened the door Ordu Escort Bayan and dropped her papers on the floor. I apologised for startling her and bent down to help her pick everything up. Nas too bent down and we both ended up on our hands and knees facing each other with tension in the air strong between us. At that moment I wanted her so badly and told her so and she said that she too wanted things to happen between us but was scared of things getting out of hand.

This time however I would not be denied and I lifted her to her feet and gazed at her, my face full of longing. She was wearing her uniform of short sleeved black and grey top and long flowing black skirt. It wasn’t a very flattering outfit but nevertheless at that moment I wanted her more than any other woman on the planet.

I pulled her towards me and held her tightly in my arms enjoying the feeling of her slim body pressed against my own. I kissed her, passionately this time and ran my hands down her back and onto her small bottom.

Nas tried to push my hands away but instead I lifted her up and sat her on the desk while I kissed her again with my tongue probing into her mouth which to my delight was met by her own.

We had gone too far now to turn back and I lifted up her top to expose her small breasts easily contained in a lacy black bra. In one movement I lifted her top over her head and without pausing I reached behind her and unfastened the hooks of her bra. It easily fell to the floor as I leaned forward and flicked my tongue lightly over the brown aureole of her right breast.

Nas Escort Ordu shivered at this and placed her hand on the back of my head giving me encouragement to proceed. Without further ado I began sucking at her nipple while my hand was fondling her other breast. Her tits were very small but her nipples stood out like corks and responded easily to the sucking attentions of my mouth.

By now I had a huge hard on trapped inside my trousers and demanding to be free. Frustrated I grabbed her hand and placed it on the bulge of my cock. Thankfully Nas responded by undoing my belt and button on my trousers. She pulled them down and my boxers down with them and began fondling my cock, gripping it tightly and squeezing before vigorously wanking it.

At this point I realised that I was very close to coming and so I pleaded with Nas to take my cock in her mouth. She didn’t hesitate and immediately went down on her hands and knees before me and began sucking me with great force. I couldn’t hold on and came in her mouth, my hot seed gushing forth onto her tongue.

I assumed that she had swallowed my sperm as she stood up and was surprised when she tongue kissed me and passed my own spunk into my mouth. I was turned on beyond measure and our kisses increased in passion, which combined with Nas’s expert fondling of my cock brought it quickly back to hardness. Unable to wait any longer I used my knee to force he legs apart and, still standing I pushed my cock into her sopping wet cunt. She accommodated my six inches without any problem and I began fucking her hard, her cunt making wet and squelching noises as my cock moved in and out. After several minutes of this hard fucking she herself came to orgasm so I increased my hard thrusts even more and ejaculated my fluid inside her womb.

“Not bad for starters” this beautiful girl said with a mischievous smile…..

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Milt Stewart stomped on the Z4’s gas pedal, taking the winding turns of the hillside outside Greenleaf at suicidal speeds.

Stewart didn’t have a death wish. He was enraged and hurling toward a reckoning.

Nestled by the lake in the valley behind him sprawled the Oakmore Valley Resort. For ten years Stewart had managed the hotel and convention center with what his distant corporate bosses considered a remarkable and wholly unexpected success. An hour ago he’d left that all behind forever, turning over the keys, the passcodes, and the combination to the safe to young newcomer Tom Jacobs.

An unconscious smile curled Stewart’s lips as he remembered the years of fun he’d had at the hotel, applying some creative and highly unorthodox “management techniques” to build it into the outstanding success it now was. He shook his head angrily as if physically shaking off the useless reverie. The dead past, he thought. All lost.

The car roared through the gate at the end of the road, screeching to a halt in the circular driveway in front of his house. Stewart paused at the door to take a last look around. The place was a sprawling, gorgeous old farmhouse that he and Ruth had been proud to see featured in a regional architectural publication when they’d finished renovating and rebuilding it. It had just been the two of them, in those years before the birth of their only child, Keith.

Milt wished that he could torch the place.

The front door wasn’t locked. It swung inward freely when he touched the knob. The first floor was deserted.

“I know it’s you, Milt.” His wife’s mocking voice crackled from the intercom. “You really should fix the exhaust on that little toy of yours.”

“Goddamn you, Ruth, you…” his wife’s throaty giggle interrupted his outburst.

“Come on up and face me,” Ruth laughed. “We’re in the master bedroom.”

Of course they were. Stewart suddenly wished he’d packed his bags that morning and just headed out of state straight from the hotel. But no…there was an overlooked detail he needed to take care of, and so he squared his shoulders and climbed the stair. With each step, unwelcome imagination conjured up a moment from an old horror movie he and Ruth had once watched together, one of his first memories when they’d first moved in here: the long tracking shot down the hallway to Regan’s bedroom in The Exorcist.

From just beyond the bedroom door he heard Ruth speaking in a low husky whisper and the deeper sound of a male voice answering back. Stewart couldn’t make out their words over the roar of the shower, which was going full-blast.

He shoved the door wide open.

Ruth crouched on the striped sateen sheets of their French provincial four-poster bed, wearing only lilac-colored silk thong panties and slippers. She rested her cheek on the flat belly of a completely naked young man who lay on his back, arms casually folded behind his head. The fingers of her right hand curled gently around the base of his erect cock. Her sea-green eyes roamed dreamily up and down the impressive length of that cock-stalk, and her wet pink tongue flicked briefly at her upper lip as if anticipating a gourmet feast.

“Hiya, ‘Boss,'” the young man said, smirking.

Upon recognizing Bobby Tilson, one of the resort hotel’s bell staff, Stewart felt a mixture of both anger and unexpected relief. Bobby, seemingly unperturbed by his former boss’s sudden appearance, reached out to run his fingers casually through Ruth’s long curls. “You know, you got a swell wife.”

Stewart just stood at the door, momentarily stunned speechless by the sight of his wife brazenly making love, in their marital bed, to a man less than half her own age.

This was far from was the worst shock she’d given him recently.

Ruth Stewart could only be called ravishing. Her skin was fair as a Scandinavian blonde’s, yet her flowing shoulder-length hair was lush, dark burgundy red. At the age of forty-three and despite motherhood she’d maintained a trim, youthful figure, with full hips and large high breasts.

Ruth looked up from Bobby’s prick as if noticing her husband for the first time.

“Did you bring a gun?” she laughed. “Did you? No?” She snickered. “See, Bobby, I told you: Mr. Stewart is really nothing to worry about. A lot of talk, no balls. I’m sure he’s just here to collect a few things on his way to the airport…aren’t you, Milt? I’ve already packed your bags myself, dutiful wife that I am. They’re in the front hall.”

“You’re going to pay for this. Count on it,” Stewart barked. The words rang hollow, even to him. Ruth held his level gaze for several moments, then just smiled and returned her attention to Bobby. The corners of her mouth curled upward at the sight of a drop of clear seminal fluid oozing from his cum-slit…then another and another, rolling in a lazy stream down the long shaft.

“Mmm…” she sighed, raising her head and leaning closer to Bobby’s fuckmeat. Her full, Ordu Escort pink lips, unadorned by lipstick, parted slightly and molded themselves to the head of his cock. She moaned softly, aroused by the taste of his pre-cum.

To Stewart’s horror, he felt his own dick hardening in his trousers as he watched.

“Excuse me, dear,” she drawled, glancing back at Milt. “I really must attend to this. It won’t take a minute.” She was true to her word. She’d clearly brought Bobby to the brink of shooting his load before her husband had entered the room. Now, she opened her mouth wide and steadily lowered her head to engulf the young man’s meaty pole. When she’d swallowed only half of it she stopped and held her head completely still, working her lips sensuously to massage his taut, sensitive flesh. Milt could tell that her tongue was moving inside her mouth, swirling and licking Bobby’s prick, nudging him across that last little threshold toward an explosive cum.

Milt was a long-time expert observer of women sucking cocks.

Ruth’s hand slipped downward. Her French-manicured fingertips caressed Bobby’s swollen ball sack. In return, he slid his hand down along the hollow of her back and over her perfectly round ass, finally palming her pouting pussy mound. She shivered at his touch. He slid one big finger under the damp silk and slowly inserted it up between her cunt-lips.

“Ummph!” Ruth’s eyes abruptly widened and her body stiffened. That momentary penetration was all that was required to set off her orgasm, at the very moment that Bobby started spewing jism down her throat. The delicate muscles of her long graceful neck rippled with her futile effort to swallow as quickly as he erupted. White cream oozed from the corners of her mouth. Saliva mixed with cum coated Bobby’s pulsing prick as she raised her head up and released him, content now to feel the remaining spurts of his cumload splatter over her lips and tongue and splash across her face.

“Goddamn!” Bobby slumped back against the pillows, catching his breath. “Man, can this lady give blowjobs! And that’s not just me talkin,’ Mr. Stewart. Fuck, you can ask just about any guy in town.”

The erotic spell broken, Milt Stewart’s rage boiled over. He took two steps toward the bed, hands balled into fists. He knew that he could not match Bobby’s raw physical power but was determined to fight and fall, broken, if necessary, to assert his masculine pride.

He stopped dead in his tracks. Someone had turned off the shower in the master bath.

Milt had been so shocked at the lewd spectacle of his wife and her young fuck-partner that he’d completely blocked out whatever had been going on in the bathroom. He turned and looked on in dread as the door opened and Keith, their son, stepped out.

“Hi, Dad.” Keith flashed Milt a toothy, arrogant grin#the very mirror of his mother’s mockery. Ruth had raised him after her own whorish heart.

Keith finished drying his belly and thighs and then dropped the towel onto the carpet behind him. He turned his back on his father, ignoring him, and walked toward the bed.

Keith Stewart was tall, lean, and built like a competitive swimmer, which he was: he’d twice set all-county records in the 400M freestyle while competing for Greenleaf High. He was a good-looking eighteen-year-old. But nothing about his physique would have hinted at his extraordinary sexual endowment. If Bobby Tilson had a big dick, then Keith Stewart was hung like Goliath. His cock jutted out now from its nest of dark pubic hair, hard as steel and nearly the length of his father’s forearm.

Ruth’s face was an obscenely beautiful mask of lust as she gazed at her naked son. She slipped a thumb under her thong’s elastic waistband and, in one smooth motion, slid it down to her ankles and kicked it off. It landed at Milt’s feet.

“Come here, darling,” she whispered, beckoning her son with a crooked finger. “Mother’s ready for the main event.”

“Thanks a lot,” Bobby joked. Ruth reached behind her and slapped him playfully on one muscular thigh, never taking her eyes away from Keith.

“You know where the kitchen is, stud,” she told Bobby. “Go grab a cold one.”

Bobby didn’t bother to dress, shouldering Milt roughly to one side as he swaggered off down the hall to the main stairs.

“Ruth…” Milt croaked, begging. “Please…don’t. Not again…”

“Shut up.” Ruth hissed. She looked wonderingly up into Keith’s eyes. Holding out her hand to him, she laid back on the rumpled, cum-stained bedsheets where she’d just sucked off another man, spread her slender legs wide, and offered herself to her son.

Milt’s gorge rose. His wife and son didn’t care that he was witness to their forbidden acts. They were not ashamed nor were they afraid of him. He was nothing to either of them now.

“You’re really wet,” Keith told his mother, kneeling between her thighs.

“You know sucking cock always does that to Ordu Escort Bayan me,” she replied. Her fingers played along the length of her son’s prick, guiding the engorged head into the moist haven of her cuntal opening. “So you should be able to get this big fellow all the way inside me without too much trouble, this morning.”

Keith leaned forward and thrust the first few inches of his giant cock into Ruth’s waiting pussy. She grimaced, partly in pain but mainly from the intensity of her pleasure. Reaching up to place one hand on the back of his neck, she drew his face down close to hers and they kissed deeply. She mewled and opened her legs wider, arching her hips up to make it easier for her son to slide his massive prick further up her straining sex channel.

“Oh God, that’s good,” Ruth whispered in her son’s ear. “Keep going, Baby. Give Mother your whole beautiful cock.”

This was almost exactly how Milt Stewart had first discovered his wife and son together, three weeks ago.

†††

On that first occasion, Stewart had been on the road for half an hour when he’d realized that he’d left some booking contracts he required for a client meeting sitting on his bedroom dresser. He’d turned the car around and returned to the house less than an hour after he’d first left.

Ruth and Keith had apparently not wasted a moment of his absence. He’d surprised them in this same bedroom, naked and fucking.

The image was seared in his memory: Ruth stretched out on her side, one leg extended over the sheets, the other cocked in the air and bent at the knee with her tiny, high-arched foot flexed downward at the ankle, lacquered toes pointed in erotic mimicry of a ballerina’s cou-de-pied.

Keith lay behind his mother, slowly pumping that great thick club of a cock in and out of her pussy. The pliant white flesh of her big tits quivered in his hands as he rolled her stiff nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Eyes closed, their lips locked in an intimate kiss, the incestuous pair were so immersed in their pleasure that Milt doubted they’d have noticed right away if he’d just set the bed on fire with a blowtorch.

“Sweet Jesus,” Ruth gasped, breaking the kiss at last. “honey, I’ll never get used to how that big fuckrod of yours fills me up. Ooohh…you’re stretching me to my limit!”

Keith’s only response was to shorten his fuck-strokes and quicken his rhythm. His balls slapped against her cunt-lips with every thrust.

Milt saw that Ruth had shaved her pussy. This surprised him; their marital relationship had so deteriorated that he couldn’t remember when he’d last seen her naked. Three months ago? Six? Whenever; Milt Stewart was a very busy man. Denuded as his wife’s cunt was, he had an unobstructed view of their son’s prick gliding in and out of her. Keith’s shaft glistened with Ruth’s cunt cream. The wiry hair surrounding his balls was drenched in his mother’s juices.

Ruth opened her eyes and saw Milt. “Oh my God!” she yelped. Keith pulled out of her and leaped from the bed, protectively stepping between his father and his naked mother.

After her initial shock, Ruth quickly recovered much of her composure. “It’s okay, honey,” she told Keith. “Go on downstairs now.”

“But Mom!”

“I’ll be fine,” Ruth rose to her knees but made no attempt to cover her nudity. Her pussy, so recently stuffed with cock, was open and her vulva still flushed with arousal. “Go on, now. Your father and I have some things to say to one another.”

“You goddamned whore,” Stewart roared, “You and that#that monster are both out on the street. I’ll see that you’ll have nowhere to hide in this town. I’ll ruin you!”

“This place is in my name,” Ruth had interrupted, surprisingly calm. “It was my daddy’s wedding gift, remember? We were both so grateful. And as for you ‘ruining me?’ Wake up, Milton. What do you think is going on in Greenleaf?”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, after all, with all your so-important friends and their Rotary lunches, your endless ‘networking’ as you call it; you must at least hear rumors about the goings-on in our tidy, buttoned-up little town?”

Icy fingers of dread closed on Milt Stewart’s heart. Yes, there were rumors…and more than just rumors, stories with names and faces: Nicole Crane leaving town, a wealthy young second husband on one arm and her teenaged son Brandon on the other for what the whisperers had dubbed a “honeymoon for three”…and whatever were Donna and Rachel Thornton, the minister’s wife and daughter, up to with all those young men? What was going between Lucille Aldrich and her son and daughter? Lucille herself was in her early fifties, but you wouldn’t know it to look at her. These last few years she dressed and carried herself like a nubile teen, turning heads and hardening cocks wherever she went in the borough. Hell, Milt himself had sometimes contemplated—

“No!” he shouted, near panic. “Good Lord, what’s happened Escort Ordu to this town? It’s become a goddamn Sodom and Gomorrah!”

“What a quaint expression. I quite enjoy sodomy, myself,” Ruth said in a matter-of-fact tone. “You know, Milt, the wanton ways of our little village have served you pretty well over the years. You and that brothel you call a resort. What, you think that’s a secret? You’re nothing but a pimp!” Ruth paused to let that sink in. “It’s a bit late in the day for you to get knocked off your ass and become a crusader for decency.”

“This is completely different! This is perversion!”

“You can call it that.” Ruth had smiled wickedly as she spoke. “I call it liberation. Revolution. The men of Greenleaf have been all about their careers, their money, and their status for as long as anyone remembers. And you’ve enjoyed living your comfy self-centered lives.

“But as for us wives and mothers and daughters? You’ve no fucking idea who we are now, or what we want. I’ll tell you who I am: I’m a slut. A happy, son-fucking slut, like a lot of other women in Greenleaf. You see, unlike you, I put my family first.

“So…that’s the way it is, and how it’s going to be, Milton. Make your peace with it. Or get out of town.”

Milt Stewart had left. He’d taken a room at his own hotel. Humiliated but not helpless, he’d begun to plan his revenge.

†††

The tart flavor of Bobby Tilson’s jism lingered on Ruth Stewart’s tongue as her son Keith slid his cock into her pussy. She loved the taste, and it didn’t seem to trouble Keith either as their lips sealed together and tongues danced in a long lover’s kiss. That was good. Her son’s sexual education was proceeding nicely and she hoped that he’d prove to be just as uninhibited and free from hang-ups and boundaries as she was. Ruth looked forward to introducing him to a world and a lifetime of delightfully deviant practices.

She looked up at him lovingly now as he gently slid his prick a little further into her cunt. Together they had learned that it was best if he moved gradually at first, giving her enough time to adjust to his remarkable physical gift. Ruth was built very small down there, but fortunately she was also very elastic. She’d had hundreds of cocks up her fuck-tunnel and had never failed to accommodate and enjoy even the largest. She considered having a little cunt to be to her advantage because while being fucked by a big prick stretched and fully stimulated her cunt walls in an absolutely exquisite fashion, she could still enjoy occasional penetration by a more average dick…like Milton Stewart’s.

She watched Milt standing there at the foot of the bed wearing that stupid defeated expression and briefly felt sorry for him. But sweet Jesus what did he expect from her? He’d never been faithful to her for a day of their marriage. He was stingy; they’d borrowed money from her family to get established here in Greenleaf and no matter how extravagantly his bosses had rewarded his success with the resort he’d never repaid more than a pittance. He’d neglected both her and Keith, devoting all of his time to lavishly servicing the resort’s guests in every sense of the word. She’d been left to raise their son virtually alone.

There had been advantages to that, she admitted to herself. Now she reaped the carnal rewards.

“Why did you come back here this morning, Milt?” she asked him.

Milt Stewart glared murderously at his wife. “You’ll have to find that out for yourself,” he said evenly. “Have your fun now, you two. Because you’re going to prison, my dear. I have resources you know nothing about.”

There was an unfamiliar, dangerous edge to his voice that startled Ruth. For those few moments, he had her full attention.

Then Keith slid his hands up under her hips and lifted her pelvis off the bed, drilling the last few inches of his huge cock into her. All the breath went of her and waves of pleasure radiated through her body. He started rocking his hips back and forth, fucking her now with longer strokes. She automatically bucked and twisted against him, snaking her legs up and crossing her legs around his waist, sliding her slippered feet up and down his small hard asscheeks.

Her orgasm was sudden and all-consuming. “Oh God in Heaven that’s it baby that’s IT…fuck Mommy fuck Mommy fuck…fuck…fuck!”

When Ruth came back to earth Keith was still moving in her. Her son was not even close to coming himself, completely focused on continuing to satisfy his mother.

Milt was nowhere to be seen. Bobby was leaning on the doorframe sipping a Coors. “Old man split,” he explained. “Hey, you thirsty?”

“Parched,” Ruth giggled. She saw that Bobby was hard again. “And I hate beer.” Her mouth watered as Bobby approached the bed, pulling on his prick. “Oh my, I hope you don’t have to work this afternoon.”

“Sorry, I gotta go in,” Bobby replied, clapping his buddy Keith on the shoulder and moving closer to Ruth so that she could play with his nuts. “Have to meet the new boss. You know, Mister Stewart’s replacement.”

“Oh, right, Tom Jacobs,” Ruth remembered. “Well, I hope he’s nice.” She smiled to herself. “Hell, a new man in Greenleaf? I hope he’s hung.”

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It had been two weeks since the massage appointment and Sadie had not heard from or seen Robert. She tried so hard to get him out of her mind, thinking that their fling was a one time event, but whenever her mind was idle, Sadie would start to daydream about that appointment. Not wanting to appear desperate, or scare him away, she avoided calling the number he used to make his appointment, even though she picked the phone up and started dialing it at least 10 times already. Sadie was beginning to fear that her boyfriend would notice how distracted she had become at the gym, constantly scanning the room, and looking to the door whenever it opened, but she could not help herself. Robert had given her the best sex she’d ever experienced, and that isn’t something she would get over quickly.

After a month had passed, Sadie accepted that she and Robert’s fling was a one time occurrence, and that she needed to move on. She settled into her life of average, once a week (twice if she was lucky) sex with her more often than not distant boyfriend. Sadie also quit her job at the spa. The thrill and arousal she experienced before Robert never returned, and she no longer enjoyed massaging the way she used to. Instead, Sadie began to spend more time at the gym, busying herself to keep her thoughts from returning to Robert.

It was at the gym that Sadie received a phone call from her mother, saying that she wanted to have family dinner the following day. Sadie usually avoided dinners with her mother, who brought up marriage and babies whenever she was in the same room as her, and had missed the last 4 dinner invites. Feeling guilty, Sadie reluctantly agreed to show up, and asked if there was anything she needed to bring.

“Just stop and pick up a few bottles of wine. Your aunt Helen is coming over. She is separated from her most recent husband, already, and I’m afraid I won’t have enough,” her mother said.

Sadie had not seen her aunt since the encounter with Robert and she immediately felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Helen’s name. Her guilt was paired with slight annoyance though, Helen was not the easiest person to be around. She had, on more than one occasion, been the instigator of family arguments. She was especially insufferable when she was dealing with freshly failed relationships.

“Sure mom, it’ll probably just be me though. I don’t think we can afford to shut the gym down for the day, and no one is scheduled tomorrow but us. I’ll be there around 5. See you,” Sadie said, and replaced the receiver, already regretting her decision to go.

*************

Sadie left for her mother’s house a little after noon the following day, preparing herself for the 4 hour drive. She usually chose to drive home the same day, even though it meant arriving home in the middle of the night, but she packed an overnight bag in case the weather took a turn. Right now the roads were clear, but judging by the clouds that hung overhead, she was sure she would be running into snow soon. In fact, an hour away from her mother’s house, the snow started to come down so thick that Sadie’s small car began to slide on the road.

The unexpected road conditions caused Sadie to be late to her mothers, and there was already another car in the driveway by the time she arrived. Sadie took her time getting from the car to the front door, not entirely excited to spend the evening with her mother and her aunt. She walked into the house and was greeted by the sound of laughter coming from the kitchen.

“Sadie? Is that you? We are in the kitchen,” her mother yelled.

Walking around the corner Sadie was greeted by her mother, who pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I’m so glad you’re here. We were starting to get worried with this weather,” her mother said, placing a full glass of wine in Sadie’s hand. Sadie was grateful, knowing that she would need it to handle the rest of the night. She took a long drink, as her mother continued, “I sure hope you plan on staying the night. I’m sorry, but I let Helen and Robert take your old room. But, I already set up the study for you.”

Sadie inhaled sharply and choked on her drink, “I’m sorry, who?” she asked, more loudly than she intended.

“Helen and Robert. I thought I told you on the phone?”

Sadie stared at her mother, waiting for the words to form, “You told me Aunt Helen would be here, but Robert? Her ex-husband Robert?”

Lowering her voice to a whisper, her mother continued, “Yes, Helen told me she called him after her break-up, and he came over. Mersin Escort She said that it seemed he was getting over a bad break-up himself, so she invited him to dinner with us. I think she’s hoping to get back with him. So let’s be supportive. We all love Robert, and he’s the best person she could be with right now.”

Sadie tried hard to put a smile on her face, “Of course,” she said, although she didn’t mean it. Turning her attention to Helen, she quickly hugged her and through a forced smile, asked, “How are you? It’s been too long.” While Helen went into a long monologue about her life, and her troubles, Sadie saw Robert walk into the room over Helen’s shoulder. A smile began to spread across his face, but he stopped when he saw the look on Sadie’s face. Sadie tried hard to hide her hurt and anger from Robert, but the reaction was strong when he came into the room.

“I’m sorry Helen,” Sadie said, cutting her aunt off, “But the drive here wore me out. I’m going to go lay down for a bit, until dinner is ready. We can finish catching up then,” she said and hugged Helen again, before turning and walking out of the kitchen.

Sadie was barely able to shut the door to the study before the tears started to flow. She did not know how she would be able to sit in the same room as the two of them, let alone stay overnight in the same house.

After an hour of feeling sorry for herself, Sadie decided that she would do her best to ignore Robert, and just make it through dinner. Cleaning her face up, Sadie walked back into the dining room just as her mother was setting food on the table.

Dinner went by smoothly, with Sadie attempting to visit with her increasingly intoxicated aunt and mother, before giving in and finishing her dinner silently, and ignoring Robert completely. When everyone finished eating, Sadie offered to clean up so they could go finish their drinks and visit. She was starting to need a break from the drunken laughter.

Loading the dishwasher, Sadie heard someone enter the kitchen. Thinking it was her mother, returning to refresh her drink, Sadie turned with a sigh, only to see Robert standing there.

“Before you say anything, I want to apologize for not contacting you after our visit. I realized that I had feelings for you, and I wouldn’t be able to just be friends. I was too afraid to be hurt if you didn’t feel the same. I should have handled it differently. I’m so sorry,” Robert said, standing back, looking as though he expected her to begin yelling at him.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that? Why didn’t you tell me something, anything? I’ve spent the last month and a half thinking I did something wrong,” Sadie replied, her anger beginning to fade slightly. “Also, why the hell are you here with Helen, did you do it to make me jealous? I really don’t understand.”

“I really messed up, I know. I’ll understand if you want nothing to do with me, but I only agreed to come with Helen because she insisted that she just wanted my friendship, and I really hoped you would be here. Looking back, it was the stupid way to go about it. Again, I’m sorry, and I hope you can forgive me,” Robert said, moving closer but remaining on the other side of the island. With a final hopeful smile, Robert left the kitchen.

*************

Laying in bed, the moonlight crept in the through the curtains, falling across Sadie. It was nearing midnight, and she could not force herself to sleep. Her thoughts kept returning to Robert and what he said to her. Earlier that night, Robert must have told Helen that he has no interest in getting back together; at least that was Sadie’s thought when she heard Helen yelling down the hallway. Robert was now sleeping on the couch, directly on the other side of Sadie’s bed in the study.

Knowing that there was only a wall between them was causing her to become uncontrollably aroused, and Sadie began to wonder if she would wake the house up if she went to visit with him. Just as the thought entered her head, there was a gentle knock at the door. Before she could say, “Come in,” the door slowly opened and Robert silently slipped in.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, Sadie. I am having trouble sleeping, knowing that you are sleeping so closely to me, and not knowing whether or not you are still angry with me” Robert whispered, making his way across the room to her bed.

Smiling at him, Sadie replied, “No, you didn’t wake me. I can’t sleep either, and I’m glad you came in. I’m so glad you told me the truth. I just need you to promise Mersin Escort Bayan me that you’ll always be honest with me in the future.” With a little smile, Sadie lowered her blanket slightly and motioned for him to lay next to her.

Standing at the foot of her bed, Robert seemed hesitant. “What if we wake them up?” Without waiting for her reply, he climbed onto the bed, crawled up her body, and after parting her legs with his knee, came to rest above her.

Sadie could immediately feel the level of his arousal as he slid along her body. She cringed at the creaking sound the bed made under his extra weight, but hoped the sound wouldn’t carry across the house. With him laying between her parted legs, Sadie wrapped her arms around his lower back and stared up at him. “I’m so happy you decided to come here. You wouldn’t believe how much I missed you,” Sadie said with a sigh. Leaning down, Robert brought his face close to hers, and whispered, “Me too,” before placing his lips on hers.

Pulling him in close, Sadie ran her hands up and down the length of his back, occasionally running her fingers through his thick hair. Nibbling and sucking on his bottom lip, Sadie reached down and putting both hands on his ass, pulled him close, feeling the pressure of his rapidly growing cock through both of their clothes.

With a moan, Robert pulled away slightly, “Wait sweetie. Let’s take it slowly. We have all night, and I want to enjoy you,” he said as he rolled off of Sadie onto his side. Reaching up to gently stroke her cheek, Robert let his hand slowly trail down the front of Sadie’s top, unbuttoning it as he moved down. Pulling her shirt open, the moonlight fell across Sadie’s soft, full breasts.

“My god, you’re beautiful,” he said with a low moan, running his hands over her breasts, gently pulling on her nipples. With increasingly firmer pressure, he began to knead her breasts as he licked and kissed her neck. Sadie’s breathing picked up speed as Robert’s kisses moved from her neck and traveled over the mound of her breast. Slipping her nipple into his mouth, Robert used his tongue to circle around it. He began to lightly suck and bite her swollen nipple, sending waves of shock and pleasure through Sadie’s body.

Sadie was so focused on the pleasure that his mouth was causing her, that she didn’t realize his hand was slipping under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and panties, until she felt his hand rest on her soft, naked mound. Raising her hips slightly as an invitation to continue, Sadie gasped as Robert took his finger and parted her lips, gently massaging the entire length of her labia, spreading her juices. Sadie was becoming overwhelmed with the pleasure she was experiencing, and began to squirm and moan as Robert gently began to apply pressure to her swollen clit, rubbing it in small circular motions.

Grabbing Robert’s head, Sadie pulled him into a kiss, as she began to move her hips with the motion of his hands. Breathing heavily into his open mouth, Sadie felt her first orgasm building up, “Oh my god Robert, don’t stop. I’m going to cum!” she whispered.

“Oh, Sadie,” Robert moaned, their mouths centimeters apart as they both panted heavily. Applying more pressure against her clit, Robert could feel Sadie’s body tense.

With a low moan, Sadie came hard as her body convulsed with pleasure. Robert continued to massage her clit, using the extra moisture produced by her orgasm to slide along the slick surface. In one swift motion, Robert moved between her legs, and pulled her pants and panties down, discarding them on the floor. Laying with the upper part of his body between her legs, be bent his head down and began to plant soft kisses on Sadie’s lower stomach as he reached under her to gently knead her ass.

Robert continued to kiss her body, making his way to her soft, warm pussy. Using his hand he gently parted her pussy lips, exposing her swollen, slick clit. With his tongue, Robert began to trace small circles around her clit, stopping occasionally to kiss and suck on it. Then with rapid movement, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her clit, causing Sadie to squirm beneath him. With his other hand, Robert slid two fingers into her tight opening, massaging her pussy walls with long, deep strokes. Soon Sadie was raising her hips, slamming them against Robert’s face, and driving his fingers deeper into her pussy.

“Oh shit baby! I’m gonna cum again!” Sadie silently screamed, grabbing onto the back of Robert’s head, and Escort Mersin grinding her hips into his face. Still sensitive from her first orgasm, Sadie came quickly, “Mmmnnn yes!” she moaned, looking down as Robert raised his head, smiling at her.

“You taste wonderful, baby,” Robert said, as he crawled back up along her body. Kissing her deep, Robert’s mouth still tasted like her wet pussy, and Sadie sucked eagerly on his bottom lip, moaning.

While he kissed her, Robert began to rub his cock along her pussy, grinding against it as his swollen head pushed hard into his pajamas. The rough texture of his pants against her sensitive pussy caused Sadie immense pleasure, and she was soon raising her hips against him. Soon they were humping each other with such force that the tip of his covered cock was nearly entering her tight opening.

“I need you inside of me,” Sadie said breathlessly as she pulled away from his kiss. Raising to his knees, and with Sadie’s help, Robert pulled his pants down and slipped them off. In the darkness of the room, Sadie could only make out the outline of his cock, protruding out from his body. Reaching up, she took his smooth, warm shaft in her hands and began to tug gently on it, pulling him toward her awaiting pussy.

Lowering his body, Robert placed his swollen head against her pussy. Easing the tip in slowly, Robert paused, waiting for her to to relax around him, before me plunged deep inside.

“Oh god!” Sadie groaned as he pierced her with his thick cock. Digging her fingers into his back, and wrapping her legs around him, Sadie held him inside her for a moment as she slowly flicked her tongue in and out of his mouth, moaning, “Do I feel good baby?”

“Mmmn Sadie, your pussy is so warm and tight,” Robert said with a groan. Slowly he pulled out, almost completely withdrawing from her, before slamming back in, his balls slapping her ass. Sadie clamped her hand over her mouth and let out a muffled scream. Thrusting in and out, Robert reached out to hold tight to her heavy bouncing tits. “Play with your clit, Sadie,” he said through labored breaths. Obeying, Sadie reached down and began to flick her clit.

The mixture of Robert’s deep thrusts and her rapid finger movements caused Sadie to moan loudly enough that Robert felt the need to help her cover her mouth. Pulling out, Robert grabbed the sides of Sadie’s hips and slowly rolled her over. Then, grabbing her hips again, raised her ass slightly, until he was able to see her glistening pussy in the moonlight. Placing his cock against her entrance, Robert thrust his body against her, impaling her.

Raising to her knees and elbows, Sadie began to thrust her body back, causing a low slap as her ass met his hips. Robert reached down and grabbed her ass, kneading roughly as he continued to fuck her.

“Mmmnnn yes baby. I love it when you fuck me hard!” Sadie said in a low growl, as she continued to rock her body back and forth. The two were so lost in their pleasure that they soon forgot about being quiet, as the headboard rocked, hitting the wall lightly.

The view Robert had of Sadie’s ass, bouncing against him excited him so much that he knew he would cum soon. “I’m going to cum Sadie, keep going! Your ass is so beautiful baby,” Robert moaned loudly. Digging his fingers into her hips, Robert pulled her back roughly onto his cock, fucking her hard. “Oh fuck Sadie!” he yelled as he felt his balls tighten.

Squeezing her pussy muscles tight, Sadie panted, “Cum for me baby! Please cum inside me, I want to feel you fill me up.” Thrusting her ass hard against him, Sadie could feel his body tense just as her orgasm was reaching its peak. Reaching out to grab onto the headboard, Sadie bounced hard against it as Robert fucked her with rough, hard thrusts, leaning over her and grabbing her tits tightly. They screamed out almost simultaneously as they both climaxed hard, completely forgetting that they wanted to remain quiet. Dropping to her stomach, Sadie laid motionless, panting heavily, with Robert still inside of her.

Between ragged breaths, Robert said, “Holy fuck Sadie, I can’t get enough of you. You’re perfect.” Finally pulling out and collapsing next to her, he ran his hands along the small of her back, and gently cupped her ass, squeezing. “I’m so in love with you, Sadie. I don’t want anyone but you, and I hope you feel the same,” he said as he looked at her, trying to catch his breath.

Quickly turning and pulling him into a frantic kiss, Sadie pulled back and told him, “Of course I feel the same!”

Resting her head on his chest, Sadie began to fall asleep, their naked bodies perfectly fitting together. She no longer worried about the reaction she would receive from her (ex) boyfriend or her aunt, because in that moment she was completely happy and content.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

*****

My name is Alex Joy and I can’t believe this is my story.

Tina was my first college girlfriend. She was my first serious girlfriend too. My friends had all lost their virginity in high school but for me it just didn’t happen. It wasn’t like I didn’t try, it’s just that the girls I wanted didn’t want me and the ones that wanted me I just wasn’t into. My best friend Danny told me to just go ahead and do it but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to a girl for sex when I wasn’t into her.

I left for college a virgin, technically. Over the summer I got a blow job from Danny’s older sister and I’d kissed girls and done hand stuff but it seemed like every guy at college was more experienced than me.

Besides experience I just didn’t look like the kind of guy woman want to fuck. I was skinny, no muscle on me at all, my face was more pretty than handsome. I couldn’t grow a Mustache at of any kind let alone a beard, and even at a large state college I couldn’t catch a break. I thought I would never get laid, but then I met Tina.

I met her at church. Yes I was so desperate to get laid I started going to church. I figured it was the only place that being a virgin might work in my favor and I guess I was right. Not only was Tina beautiful she was also really horny. We met at Bible study and she got naked in my dorm room the same night. She wouldn’t let me fuck her until we got married, but she was willing to do a lot until then. Almost every night she stayed with me and almost every night she gave me a hand job. I learned how to finger her pussy in a way she liked and got pretty good at eating pussy. Still I wanted to fuck her but it was off the table. We had talked about maybe letting me fuck her ass but when we tried it hurt her too much.

Overall I was pretty happy and after 6 months we were getting pretty serious and I started to believe maybe we would get married some day. Things were about to get more serious when she invited me to spend Christmas with her and her father.

I was a little nervous, Tina described her father as way more religious than her(and that was saying something) I was worried my entire Christmas would be spent at church, and I wouldn’t even be able to get a hand job. I was relieved to hear that we would spend break in a hotel connected to the biggest indoor water park in the country. One hitch was we all had to stay in the same hotel room. Tina said her dad tried to get another room for me but the entire hotel was booked for the holiday.

When I met her dad it wasn’t as bad as I thought. He was a big man, muscular, there didn’t seem to be any fat on him at all (this was confirmed when I saw him in a swimsuit) When we met he was friendly and shook my hand. “Good to meet you Alex. Tina tells me you’re a nice boy.” His grip was like iron and he almost crushed my hand but his smile was warm and friendly and soon I felt like part of the family.

I still wouldn’t be able to fool around with Tina but her dad was fun, and Tina came out of the bathroom in her bikini I was really glad I decided to join them. Her body was perfect and the black sleek Mersin Escort material complemented it perfectly. It wasn’t a thong but it it showed a lot of her ass. Cheeky is how they described the style in my Victoria’s Secret catalog.

Mr. Smith looked impressive in his suit as well. His chest was hairy in that masculine way but not so hairy it was gross and his muscles looked like the were Chiseled from stone. He wore a pair of black shorts that seemed a little too tight. It showed off his ass which was as perfect as his daughters (I mean if you were into men)and the fabric didn’t hide much in the front either. His cock was clearly huge under there. If it was that big soft he must look like a porn star when it was hard. I felt a little insecure as I changed in front of him. My cock was average, well the smaller side of average, when it was hard. But soft it looked like a child’s cock.

I wore baggy swim trunks and felt a little out of place with Tina and her father. They looked like models and I looked like anything but, with my sunken hairless chest and skinny arms and legs. I didn’t feel bad for long though. Tina held my hand when we waited in line for the water slides and even kissed me once right in front of her dad. If he was uncomfortable with this he didn’t show it. Our first day was wonderful and by the end I was exhausted.

Mr Smith said he felt the same way and suggested we go back to the room and order room service. We took turns showing and wore the hotel robes. Tina looked sexy in her robe like she looked sexy in everything. She was a huge tease and flashed me her perfect breasts when her father went to answer the door when the food arrived. Tired as I was I was so horny. I was grateful that the robe covered my hard cock.

Mr. Smith had us join hands in prayer and he called on God to forgive our sins and punish the wicked. As he finished by thanking God for the food we were about to eat I was reminded how big and strong his hands were. His fingers were covered in rough calluses like a man who did manual labor for a living. My hand by comparison was soft and small, looking almost like a child’s hand in his. Then we feasted on hamburgers and French fries and finished with ice cream sundaes. I was stuffed and exhausted and even though it was early it was hard to keep my eyes open. Mr Smith suggested we go to bed early and I agreed. We could get a good nights sleep and have more fun in the morning.

Tina and her dad took the two beds in the room while I slept on a cot they had wheeled in. It wasn’t uncomfortable and the room was quiet and pitch black l. I couldn’t sleep even as tired as I was. I couldn’t stop thinking about Tina, her perfect breast, that beautiful ass. I wondered if I could sneak into the bathroom and jerk off.

I was just about to try when I heard someone stirring in one of the beds. A bolt of excitement went through me as I thought Tina might be feeling the same as me. But I could still hear her steady breathing, no, she was still sound asleep. It must be Mr Smith getting up to pee.

I could hear him untangling himself from the covers and take a few careful steps in my direction. His hand touched Mersin Escort Bayan the foot of my cot. I figured he was just being careful not to trip over me but he didn’t stop. He felt around until he found my foot, then it moved slowly up my leg. I thought he was being awful careful, and maybe he didn’t know he was touching me. I was still under the cover. I pretended to be asleep until his hand grabbed my cock through the blankets! I inhaled sharply intending to protest. His other hand clapped over my mouth stifling my gasp.

He was incredibly strong, I thrashed in the cot unable to free myself from either of his grips. “Stop it!” He hissed in my ear and tightened his grip to make his point. I thought he would crush my jaw or rip my cock off and I froze! “You were thinking about Fucking my daughter Alex!” I tried to shake my head but I couldn’t move.

“Don’t lie to me Alex, you’d be Fucking her now if I wasn’t here! She’s a Christian girl Alex and I won’ let you defile her. Maybe I’m wrong, only God can see into your mind. I wouldn’t be a good father if I didn’t make sure every man who got near her was worthy.” He was almost on top of me now. As he said this he released his grip on my cock, sliding his hand under the covers only to grab it again. Why had I gone to bed in just the roan? I’d never been touched like this by another man. The calluses on his hands felt almost nice against the soft skin of my cock, even though nothing about this situation was nice. Slowly he move his other hand off my mouth and shushed my sigh with his index finger while the hand on my cock started to stoke me.

“I have to punish you Alex, I can’t have you thinking about my daughter that way.” His lips were touching my ear now and his hot breath sent shivers down my neck. “Maybe you’ve fucked her already! Is it true Alex? Have you fucked my little girl?” I shook my head frantically, afraid to speak. “No I suppose not, you’re too weak for that.” He said the last word with disgust. “But you want to fuck her don’t you? Your cock doesn’t lie.” I couldn’t deny this. “Or maybe your a pervert Alex. Maybe you like having your girlfriend’s father stoked your cock. Is that it? Were you hoping this would happen? Are you a dirty faggot Alex?”

I tried to deny it but his hand felt so good. I was breathing harder now and not just out of fear. His other hand was inside my robe now and when he pinched one of my nipples I came… hard. I bit my lip and grunted as my cum exploded under the covers. His cum covered hand released my cock. Maybe he’s done I thought, but I quickly realized it wasn’t so. I cringed as he wiped my cum from his hand on to my face.

“Why do you cringe Alex? Does your cum disgust you? But you were going to put this disgusting stuff inside my daughter? Why would you do that Alex? Lick it clean Alex! If it’s good enough for my daughter it’s good enough for your faggot mouth! Lick it clean!”

Feeling helpless I did as he told. I had tasted my cum before. It wasn’t disgusting. I licked off every drop and continued to run my tongue over his rough hand afraid to stop. Next he shoved his index finger in my mouth. Not knowing what to do I sucked on it Escort Mersin and he moved it in and out of my mouth. A thought occurred to me. Was he going to stick his cock in my mouth? My body shivered at the thought.

“I’m not done with you yet Alex.” He tossed my blankets aside and I laid there fully exposed, covered only by the darkness in the room. He turned me on side and the fingers still wet from my mouth started probing my ass. “No!” I gasped and tried to move away. He pinned me down his lips again touching my ear “Shut up faggot! Do you want Tina to see you like this? Maybe you want her to see the faggot you are.” My eyes teared up and I choked back a sob, but I stopped trying to get away and let him continue.

His finger was inside me now, I felt so helpless. Even worse my cock started getting hard again. “You must be a faggot Alex. Do you play with yourself down hear?” I managed to choke out a denial. “Are you sure Alex? Your ass is very welcoming to my fingers.” To make his point he inserted a second finger and my cock became fully hard again. Soon he was Fucking my ass with 3 fingers. I clamped my hands over my mouth to quiet the moans I couldn’t stop from escaping my throat and again I came, harder than before.

I don’t know how long I lay there, the tears kept coming. Then he lifted me like I weighed nothing and set me down on my stomach on his bed. My robe was completely off now and I lay there naked waiting for what I knew was coming next. I felt the heart radiating from him as he positioned himself over me and his weight came down on me crushing the air from my lungs. When I felt the head of his cock press against my ass I panicked. It was huge! Much bigger than his 3 fingers. There was no way it could fit inside me! But there was nothing I could do! Once again a hand covered my mouth. The musky smell meant it was the hand he had fucked my ass with. I tried to scream as he forced his cock inside my but I couldn’t get enough air in my lungs.

He started Fucking me, slowly at first. The pain consumed me but I stopped trying to fight it. Somehow my cock was getting hard again and I came a third time before he got to his full speed.

The rest of the night was a blur. My body must have slipped into shock. Again and again he fucked me, changing position every few minutes. When the first light of the morning came through the window I was on my back with my legs over his shoulders. My head hung over the side of the bed and I could see Tina still sound asleep. Could she sleep through anything? Mr Smith continued softly grunting over me until finally with a long moan he filled me with cum.

The next few minutes we cleaned up the evidence of what had happened. I was surprised how little I had bled throughout it all. Mr Smith brought me into the bathroom and climbed in the shower with me. He gently washed every inch of me. I stopped caring about being caught but Tina slept on.

An hour later Tina woke to find us dressed in fresh robes and sitting down to breakfast. “Sorry I slept so late” she said sweetly a and got up from the bed to hug and kiss me. “What’s wrong?” She ask seeing me wince in pain.

“His back is just a little sore from that cot” said Mr Smith before I could answer. Tina frowned “you poor thing, I’ll take a turn on on the cot tonight.”

“Nonsense ” said Mr Smith. “Alex is practically family, he can share this bed with me. We can’t have him cripple his back when we still have another week here.”

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It was so unexpected that I wasn’t sure what to do.

My sister in law had stopped by and it was obvious she was upset. My wife was not home and it seemed she really wanted to talk. I was most willing to help and so we sat down in the living room and she opened up.

She had been had having some health issues and they were causing her a lot of trouble. Her husband seemed to be out of tune and she really needed some tender loving care.

I let my eyes roam over her bare legs under her skirt. She was quite upset, and she had let her legs settle open slightly, and I couldn’t help myself but to look. Her pretty pink panties were quite visible, but I don’t think she knew.

I raised my eyes to her face and nodded and smiled as she talked. She was talking a lot and crying some so she didn’t notice my wandering eyes. I couldn’t help it as her breasts heaved with her crying.

I had been laying around quite casual, some light blue shorts (quite short) and a tank top. Not much at all. As my eyes took in her body, I began to feel my cock grow more firm. Not what I needed in these shorts.

I got up and went over to give her a hug. She wasn’t much on hugging but today she seemed into it as she pressed her body to me.

I lightly caressed her upper arm letting my fingers graze just barely her bountiful breasts. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were substantial and firm.

Offering her a drink she accepted, and I arose to get it for her. Standing my firm cock pressed the front of my shorts in front of her eyes. I saw her eyes open wide as she got an up-close view. I let my fingers slide over her head caressing her hair as I walked away.

Returning Mersin Escort with her drink I handed it to her and moved to sit in my chair.

She thanked me and took a deep drink.

My eyes watched as she drank then sank to look up her skirt. Her legs were quite spread, and it seemed her skirt had slid up higher (how had that happened?). Her panties were now clearly visible and I grew even more hard as I watched.

I glanced once more at her breasts and as I found her eyes again, I found her staring at my crotch.

There was nothing I could do but grow harder.

She thanked me for being willing to listen and put up with her.

Declaring it was my pleasure I smiled letting my eyes slide from her eyes, to her breasts and down to her legs. I watched astonished as her legs spread even more.

Without a word I stood and went to sit by her side. Turning her face towards me I let my finger tips slide over the outline of her face. With each caress my cock grew harder and longer, and bulged even more. Glancing down I noticed it had begun to peek out of my shorts.

She inhaled and sighed as my fingers continued to caress her face and hair. She lay back and rested her head on the back of the couch. I let my fingers trace down over her chin and down her neck. Her blouse was open but not showing anything. I noticed as she relaxed her legs spread open even more. So leaning down I took an up-close look at her panties. It was not a surprise to see a wet spot on her panties as her pussy began to leak.

Raising my eyes I found her staring at me as I was looking up her dress.

“Do you like what you Mersin Escort Bayan see?” she asked.

“Most definitely,” I replied.

Smiling she lifted her hand to my bare leg and slid it up my thigh. My cock jumped as she neared my crotch. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I took a chance and began to unbutton her blouse. She did not stop me and soon I opened it up to reveal a black lace bra. Her substantial breasts were mounded up out of the cups, so I let my fingers slip down and trace her bulging breasts.

By now I was rock hard and protruding from my shorts. I felt her hand slip around and grip my shaft. I couldn’t believe this, and I reached into her cup to caress her breast. She arched her back and pressed her tit to my hand. I felt her nipple grow hard under my caress. I pulled her blouse off then reached behind her to unhook her bra. Pulling it loose I let her pretty tits come into view.

I leaned down and began to suck her tits. As her nipples grew long and hard, I let my hand slide between her legs and up her skirt. My fingers found her wet panties and I pressed against her slit. She began to moan as I suckled at her tit and fingered her panty covered pussy.

With a quick motion she reached down and pulled her panties off. I pressed her skirt up out of the way.

I watched as she peeled my shorts off and took my cock into her mouth. I fingered her clit and her wet pussy watching her mouth slide up and down my long shaft.

There was nothing else to do but to slide my hard cock into her hot wet pussy. I pushed her back on the couch and raised her legs. Her pussy stood wet and pulsing Escort Mersin ready to accept my rod. I pressed my mushroom head to her lips and pushed lightly. They unfolded and I watched the head of my cock slide inside her.

I eased in a little more and watched over half my cock enter her love box. She was tight and wet, and my moistened shaft slid in easily. I pressed in deeper with each thrust. Soon I felt my balls bang on her ass I was full cock deep into her twat.

Reaching down I began to finger her clit as I thrust rapidly in and out of her pussy. Soon I could tell she was ready to cum and so was I. I continued to finger her clit as I rammed it home.

As her orgasm broke over my cock, I felt my own cum rush up the length of my dick and explode deep into her pussy. Continuing to thrust I let her pussy milk my cum. We slowed down and my cock slowly slid from her wet pussy, cum dripping from my cock and her pussy.

Without a word I knelt and licked her clean of her cum and mine.

Then she too knelt and licked me clean. Watching her tongue slide up and down my shaft and balls was a total turn on. Though I wasn’t ready for round too I found great solace in sucking her breasts again.

Laughing, she pushed me away. “I need to get dressed,” she said.

Laughing I too stood and dressed, watching her put on her bra and blouse, then her panties and skirt. It was enough for my cock to stiffen a little.

Laughing she caressed my dick and told me later and turned to go.

Turning she gave me a big hug and said she was glad her sister wasn’t home and that she appreciated my listening to her and giving her advice.

I too laughed as I swept over her breasts and smiling told her anytime. She turned to walk away………..”Maybe you shouldn’t tell sis I was here!” she exclaimed.

I told her I thought that was best.

I heard the toilet upstairs flush….when had she come home?

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(Note to Readers: This nine-part story follows a young, straight, American couple from dating to marriage and parenthood, and from exclusive sex to separate side action, swinging, and group sex. All characters are at least 18 years old. Some of the sex is interracial, and there is also some foot appreciation. The previous three parts are recapped to some extent, but if you read those parts first, you’ll follow along better and also read a lot more sex. Click on my author name above, or the stories link, to find them.)

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March 2013:

As Kendra drove up to the Ghirardello-Tate property, there were at least twenty cars parked in the curved double-ended driveway and on the roadside. Night had fallen, and light leaked from every window of the sprawling house, around closed drapes and blinds. There was no sound except the wind.

She and Sam used the same entryway as before, when the door was opened manually. Now, when she rang a doorbell, a buzz from inside allowed them to open the door. They stood still for a moment after the outer door closed behind them, for them to be recognized via a camera, and then another buzz sounded from the inner door. The fact that they knew in advance to expect this didn’t make it seem less odd.

The inner door opened to give them sounds of music and chatter, and the sight of Vince in a plush silver robe. “Welcome!” he said over the noise, with a master-of-the-revels smile. He turned to address the people hanging out in the living room. “People, I’d like you to meet Kendra and Sam, who are so very new and naïve!”

“Welcome!” came the ragged but robust response from maybe ten voices.

“And what’s our policy with first-timers?” Vince prompted.

“Be gentle with the virgins!”

Their eyes getting used to the light, Sam and Kendra began to see, in detail, people who were probably in their forties, around Vince’s age. They were in partial to total undress. But then someone sashayed through the crowd, and it was no longer possible for the new couple to notice anyone else.

“Audrey?!” Sam asked, gawking.

Kendra hooted laughter, grabbing to restrain a man who was unable to move. “Down, Boy! You don’t have consent yet!”

A red-and-black corset slimmed the hostess’s midriff. The corset centered and raised her breasts, but left them completely exposed, pushed outward in teasing abundance, dark nipples thrusting from puffy areolas. Lacy red ribbons from the corset’s lower hem descended on either side of a hairless pink vulva. The ribbons were clipped to black fishnets, which clung to sleek legs, above three-inch red heels. Blue eye shadow popped her irises. Red gloss sheened her lips. Gel swirled her blond hair. The casual, frumpy housewife had been supplanted by a bombshell.

“Welllll,” she purred. “It’s my brand new boy toy.”

Sam looked at Kendra and quickly asked, “Does that count as consent?”

“You’ll get that later,” said Audrey, stroking Sam’s chin cleft with one finger. “Will you come when you’re called, Puppy?”

By this time Sam had recovered. “That depends on if I’m helping someone else cum.” He looked around the room. “I intend to check out the local talent.”

Three women cheered. They were ‘dressed’ generally as Audrey was.

Audrey turned her back, and with a hip toss, flicked her butt at him. “That’s fine, you’re also here to entertain my lady friends. Just remember, whom the gods would destroy, they first give a thick dick and a gorgeous wife.” Then she strutted away, turning once to grin and wink at them.

“I better drag you away before you get in real trouble,” said Kendra, guiding Sam towards the basement stairs. Laughter and some applause followed them, along with a male voice saying, “Yeah, but who’s she?”

They went to the room with the coat rack and storage bins. “We mingle together, right?” Sam asked as he undressed.

“Yep,” she said briskly. “Just be pleasant and chatty. Wait a while to see if someone offers.” She chuckled, doffing her underwear. “Vince says the propositions turn up in the normal flow of conversation. We’ll make it clear that we’re staying together and looking for one or two people to play with.”

“It seems more like a costume party,” Sam muttered, standing nude and shaking out his bomber jacket. “It’s like I’m cruising rough trade bars.”

“Audrey says most people here prefer some adornment. They feel like they’re in control with stockings or leather armbands, instead of total nudity. The living room is more social than sexual. Erogenous zones are generally exposed, since everybody’s shopping, but there should be something to distinguish you.” She pointed at the jacket. “Wearing that, open, is a great look for you, framing the abs. And, unlike in a nudist gathering, an erection is quite welcome.”

Kendra put on sparkly earrings that matched the necklace that dangled to exactly between her nipples. In patterned black elastic-top stockings, and almost-comfortable black heels, she walked to a full-length Konya Escort mirror with a tiny pair of scissors. There she snipped away a few pubic hairs that strayed from the trimmed central thatch. Then she removed the band from her hair, made it into an ad hoc bracelet, shook out the hair, and fluffed it.

Her C-cup bras had become tighter on her lately, but the breasts remained sag-free, high and proud on her rib cage. Nudity presented all her curves as smooth and taut, with no waistband to cause worry over what she might look ‘fat’ in. She judged that her body was almost as dynamite as it was when she poured it into the wedding dress.

She turned to Sam. “What do you think?”

“Let’s go home and fuck all night.”

“This is supposed to be different from every other Saturday.”

“It is, because now twenty other men will think that at you.” He stepped into his sandals without taking an eye away from her.

She wagged a finger. “They can only fuck me here. Boundaries.”

They held hands as they returned to the living room and began introducing themselves. A crowd accreted around them, but thinned out after they made it clear that they wouldn’t split up, being new at this, maybe some other time.

Then there were three couples with them, and the one that was making the clearest move was also the one that most interested Sam and Kendra. With no apparent displeasure, the other two couples moved on, leaving Ravi, a lean South Asian, and his spouse Kim, a short curvy blonde. Sam gauged them as around thirty. They were both bubbly and enthusiastic, and they made Sam and Kendra feel at ease.

“Well,” said Ravi, after some basic acquainting, “would you like to join us in a fun zone?”

“Sure!” said Kendra.

“Please lead the way,” said Sam. Mock-forlorn, he added, “We’re so new here.”

Kim and Ravi led them into a moderately-lit room with large cushions on thick shag carpet. Four other couples were there, roughly in two foursomes.

“Welcome to The Couple Doubler,” said Ravi.

“Our favorite place,” said Kim. “Hi Bill, Jenna!” Then Kim called and waved to everyone else. Sam and Kendra waved, smiling sheepishly at the two couples they had effectively snubbed.

“It’s cool,” said one of the men, smiling.

“Happens all the time,” said the woman he had been with, only now she was reverse-cowgirling the man from the other couple.

Kendra and Sam brought their focus back to their first choices. Sam felt that he should take some initiative. “For starters, how about a side-by-side swap?”

“You bet!” said Kim, flopping onto a cushion. The other three joined her, and while there was some collective nuzzling and fondling, very soon Kendra pulled Ravi close and they began to kiss, sitting cross-legged.

Sam lay on the cushion next to Kim and reached to fondle her far side.

“Nice,” she said, nestling into his neck, “but don’t be shy. I like having my tits groped.”

Sam laughed, as did others in the room. “I’m afraid,” said Sam, “we’re going to spend a lot of time finding out everyone’s likes and dislikes.” He gathered up Kim’s left breast and tongue-kissed it.

“We’re happy to educate you,” said the reverse-cowgirl, now short of breath.

Kendra warmed as Ravi’s hands traveled her torso, his touch encouraging. Caresses on her breasts clearly brought him pleasure, but didn’t suggest a desire to take, or dominate. He said the words she would often hear, and say herself, in her first few encounters here: “What do you like?”

“Your hands as they are now,” she said, hearing the smile in her voice. “Steady, smooth. Anywhere but my ass.”

He laughed appreciatively. “The way we’re sitting, that’d be too hard to get to.” His dark eyes searched hers. “I like feet, a little bit.”

“I’m sorry, I should have asked!”

“It’s okay, you’re new.”

Kendra met his gaze. He wasn’t her idea of good-looking. His eyes were close-set, his jaw heavy. Depending on the light, his skin tone varied from pinkish to tannish. Her enjoyment of him, though, came from listening more to her body than her esthetics, and also sensing his body. Everyone here was, in effect, pre-vetted as responsible, by Vince and Audrey and the club’s longtime members. Ravi was the right combination of new and safe.

“I’d like us to explore with our mouths, too,” she said huskily, pulse quickening. “But first I’d like them to get familiar.” She opened her mouth as she brought it to his.

Kim slid onto Sam, putting him on his back. He wriggled around to shed his jacket and toss it towards a wall. Standing up made Kim seem cute and compact, but she was a sinuous siren when horizontal. His prick flipped up, and she happened to catch it between her thighs. “We’ll get there,” she said, giving it a little squeeze.

“Sorry to be so eager,” he said. As if to make up, he fondled her breasts more devotedly, pairing smooth palm pressure with teasing finger traces.

“Don’t be. I want that attitude.” Kim Konya Escort Bayan leaned towards Kendra. “Is he likely to blow his stack?”

Kendra was moistening, thumbing the precum on Ravi’s prick while he stroked her breasts’ undercurves, but she had to laugh at the interruption. “Not until he’s spent a lot of time making a lady’s insides happy. And here, he’d stop only for the courtesy of changing condoms.”

Now Ravi laughed. “This tells me the standard I’ll have to meet.”

“Don’t let him poor-mouth,” said Kim. “Ravi’s a marble slab. Enjoy, we haven’t banged since this morning.”

A man on the other side of the room said, “It’s tough to concentrate when I can watch Kim’s reality show.”

Kim giggled, even as her hands and limbs kept Sam steaming up. “Maybe you’ll be in this episode later, Bill.”

Ravi said, “After taking the swap to the finish, we could get more collective.”

“Nice,” said Kendra, “but would you like one more starter?” She removed one shoe and stocking, and offered her foot. He grinned, and raised it to his lips like a champagne glass.

Kim faced Sam, and surprised him by whispering. “While we wait through that, you can add those tasty lips to your boob work. I’ll get loud. Not sorry.”

Kendra had never been interested in foot love. Massages were welcome, but that was it. Yet Ravi’s touch and lick added to her overall arousal, which was at a pretty high level. She watched his prick finish erecting, to show an upward curve.

“Yiiieeeeee!” Kim’s head jerked back and shook, blond fluff catching much of the light in the room. Jacked, Sam sucked and squeezed harder, grooving on her stiff nipples. With a chuckle, Ravi gave Kendra’s foot a farewell kiss, then stood and went to a wall shelf that held a condom bowl.

Kim settled into a series of “Whrrff!”s as her muscles relaxed. There was applause from the rest of the room. She wriggled down Sam to grin at him and smooch hard. Then she leaned to Kendra and said, “Thank you, my sister in mammary abundance. You’ve trained your tit man well.”

Kendra cackled, and the women high-fived.

Ravi caught Sam’s eye and held up a condom. Sam raised his hand, and caught the toss. Ravi told him, “Since she already came, she’ll enjoy a side-by-side.”

Bill’s voice carried an appeal. “Does our new lady like to cowgirl? Not because I’d really like to watch, or anything.”

“He’s earned it,” said the woman entwined with him. “I came twice.”

Kendra crawled over to Bill and let her boobs sway within a foot of his face. “But I’m so shy!”

“I’ll close one eye,” said Bill. “Maybe.”

“Good enough,” said Kendra, returning to her group. She grinned to see Ravi already on his back, condom installed.

Penetration proceeded. Sam fucked in his usual steady rhythm, his arm below Kim to hold her and stroke her shoulder blades. He joined her in some light, cutesy face kisses.

Kendra, having been primed by Ravi’s attentions and the environment, soared almost at once, giving Bill and other spectators not only a full view of her jouncing breasts and orgasm face, but their first exposure to her coloratura wail. When she might have started ramping down, she got new springs and spasms as Ravi blasted into her, hips thrusting, voice croaking.

Kim nuzzled Sam’s ear and said, “You can cut loose whenever you like.” She wriggled along him, and smiled through a long indrawn breath. Something about that put Sam on high alert.

“So you’re just along for the ride?” he asked, savoring her wet heat and feeling quick flexures.

Her neck extended like a petted cat’s. “There’s plenty to like in sex besides orgasms.”

Over Kim’s shoulder Sam saw Kendra had now leaned forward, to give Kim’s tit man something to do.

Sam also heard murmurs between them. And chuckles.

“Okay,” said Sam to Kim, “I’ll be selfish.” He sped up his drive into her. And squeezed her butt with his top hand. And got his head away from her mouth. So when her foghorn went off, he averted tinnitus.

The back of his skull tried to bury itself in a cushion, as her quim contractions spurred his spunk out hard enough to swell the receptacle tip. His growl quickly got louder than Kim’s honk. His calves cramped. Her top knee smacked into his.

Eventually, their bodies flopped apart like a cookbook opening to its best recipe.

Ravi asked, “Any actual damage?”

Sam got his head to where he could see past Kim. Ravi had a straight face. Kendra, not exactly.

“Just a flesh wound,” Sam muttered, wondering if anyone else knew clichés from old Western movies.

“Bill,” Kim slurred, “Wait an hour. Then, give me lots of foreplay. After you wake me up.”

After condom disposal, wipedown, and the draining of water bottles, the foursome gained new friskiness, Kim included. They used this to instruct, and learn from, one another on their oral likes and dislikes. This time, Kim was like the others in enjoying the sensations without exercising dopamine Escort Konya receptors. The men very much enjoyed having their unwrapped wangs licked by new ladies.

Sam and Kendra were still lolling on cushions when Ravi and Kim kissed them and stood. “Time for us to loaf by the pool, until we cheat on you with someone else,” said Ravi. “You two should visit the other rooms, just to gain information.”

“It’s not polite,” said Kim, “to jerk off in them unless you participate. Except in Sappho’s Garden.”

“Good advice,” said Sam, feeling totally blissed.

“Ravi,” Kendra called when her new lover was at the exit, “do you enjoy a standup fuck while you suck the lady’s toes?”

Kim pulled a face. “Well, duh! That keeps me practicing cheerleader splits.”

Kendra grinned. “Next time. I’ll recruit this guy to help me learn how.”

After a snuggle, Sam and Kendra got up. They were halfway to the room’s exit when they remembered their accessories. One of the women teased Sam as he donned the jacket. “I would have picked that up. Then all you’d have to do is come over to my place.”

“Deal,” said Sam, taking it off and tossing it to her.

She threw it back, laughing. “It looks better on you. Then you’ll look better on me.”

Kendra, shoe and stocking restored, tsked at Sam as she took his hand. “Do I have to lead you around by your dick?”

He shrugged. “Why should now be any different?” This gave them an audience laugh on which to exit, waving at likely friends, and potential lovers, they hadn’t actually met.

“This is great!” Sam said as they strolled. “Like with Audrey and Vince. Sex with more people is totally different than one-on-one with somebody new. I guess it really can be sex with friendship.”

“And surprises,” said Kendra, nodding, “but also safety. Someone who gets off on danger might not go for this.”

The rooms they had been shown on their first trip to the house now had wood-burned plaques over the doors. Since they had just heard it mentioned, the first one they looked in on was under the “Sappho’s Garden” plaque.

Most of the indirectly-lit room was taken up with a raised carpeted platform, with several cushions and five bodies on it. It quickly became clear that the lovers were all women, connecting in various ways. The pleasure in their voices matched well with the slow, string-heavy music. Lushly verdant potted plants filled wall sconces.

Seated on the floor against the walls were a few men. Two of them were, in fact, fondling their packages as they looked at the women.

“Hi, I’m Jack,” said a mostly-bald man of maybe forty. “I’m the captain, this shift. The rules in here are that only women are permitted on the platform, and that watchers on the floor must remain as silent as they can. If a man wants to jerk all the way off, he has to bring in a condom.” He smiled. “Really no need for condoms on the platform.”

“Got it,” said Kendra.

“Just looking around?” Jack asked her.

She was about to declare how she identified, but realized that she’s seem defensive, and maybe also offensive. She noted that Jack’s phrasing offered her a simple, inoffensive answer. “Yes,” she said. She and Sam moved on.

Music from the sixties wafted from The Commune, along with body scents that patchouli and laboring ventilators couldn’t quite overcome. Two adjoining king beds held at least ten people in a complexly braided fuckpile. Kendra and Sam were content to look in. Their mild amusement increased when they saw parts of Vince, nude, fucking an older woman while jerking a younger man.

The room labeled The Toy Chest was hosting an organized event: Consumer testing of butt plugs. But there was also a great deal of use, cleaning, and sharing of a wide variety of vibrators. A heavily-breathing woman with a flushed face was wiping down a Sybian.

A few rooms were empty and unlabeled, including the one where they had ‘auditioned.’ The couple wondered if advance registration for this event didn’t include people with whatever interests those rooms might welcome.

Their held hands swung a little as they walked. Kendra smiled at this. It had a just-going-steady vibe. She looked over at her husband, the blue eyes, the brown hair that felt so nice when she fingered through (and sometimes grabbed) it. She felt a little slickness in her tunnel.

They stepped into Self-Restraint mainly for due diligence, although what they saw in there didn’t turn them off. A blindfolded, hairy-chested man was backed against a structure, silky scarves binding his wrists and ankles to it. A woman and a man teased his bare skin with large feathers, and sometimes their lips and teeth. He writhed and whimpered, and his swollen cock flopped around. With a smile and nod to the apparent captain, a burly man in leather, Sam and Kendra moved on.

Lights were on in Club Ecstasy, and the disco ball reflected them in rhythm to Vann McCoy’s “Babyface” from several speakers—but the room was empty, save for a woman on a chair. “Got a pole routine?” she asked with a smile. “If nothing else, you could get undisturbed practice.”

“No thanks,” said Kendra. “You’re the captain?”

“Uh huh. A while back there were about fifteen people in here. But they can’t dance all night, either.”

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Note: I wrote this some time ago. It was supposed to be for the Love The One You’re With event. But, somehow, I managed to misplace it before I got around to posting it. And then I found it again a few days ago. Ah, well … better late than never. Hopefully.

‘Have you heard? We’re going to be locked up,’ Doris said.

‘Who?’

‘All of us. It was on the news. The government is going to lock us up.’

Marko nodded. ‘Oh, that. Yes. At least no. They’re not going to lock us up, they’re going to lock us down.’

‘What did I say?’

‘You said “lock us up”, Marko said. ‘If they locked us up, they’d have to feed us.’ And Marko laughed. ‘As it is, we’ll probably all starve. There won’t be any food on the supermarket shelves. Once we’ve eaten what’s in the pantry, that’ll be it. Goodnight nurse. We’ll all fade away to nothing. But at least we will be Covid-free.’

‘Baked beans were on special at Tescos last week,’ Doris said. ‘I bought six tins. I should have bought more. But there’s a limit to how many you can carry. You know … along with everything else.’

Marko nodded again. ‘Pasta,’ he said. ‘That’s what we are going to need. Pasta … rice … and flour. It’ll be like it was during the war.’

Doris frowned. ‘Which war?’

‘The second one.’

‘The second war?’ Doris laughed. ‘You weren’t even born then. Gosh, I wasn’t even born then.’ And she laughed again.

‘No. But my granny told me. I think Granny quite liked the war. I’m not sure why. But she was always going on about it. She and her sister – Aunt Maggie – they were just little kids. They got sent to Cornwall. To a little village on the coast. Granny liked Cornwall.’

‘Oh well, we’ll just have to go to the pub,’ Doris said. ‘Get something to eat there. I don’t mind a bit of pub grub now and then.’

Marko shook his head. ‘No pub grub. Pubs will all be closed.’

‘Closed?’

‘Yep. Closed.’

‘They can’t close the pubs. Can they? They’re an essential service.’

‘Midnight tonight.’

‘Why?’

‘Social distancing. We all have to stay in our bubbles,’ Marko said.

Doris nodded. ‘And what if we don’t have a bubble? What then? What if we live alone? Like me. Well … like you too.’

‘Not sure,’ Marko said. ‘But anyway, the government doesn’t actually want us to be on our own. Not totally. We all have to look out for one another. Check on one another. Make sure that we’re OK. Make sure that we haven’t faded away due to there being no food in the supermarkets, I suppose.’

‘How can we do that when we have to stay away from each other. Typical! They never think things through, do they? And what about Bruno?’

‘Bruno? What about Bruno?’

‘You can’t keep a dog like him locked up all day. He’s got the little backyard. But he needs a proper walk. We’ll be having the RSPCA around.’

‘Oh, you’re allowed to take him out for a walk. You just have to stay away from other people.’

‘Does Bruno have to stay away from other people?’

‘Umm … not sure. I suppose so. There’ll probably be something on the website.’

‘And that’s another thing,’ Doris said. ‘What if you can’t see the website? What if you don’t have a computer?’

Marko frowned. ‘You’re OK. You have a computer.’

‘I do. Yes. But there are quite a few people who don’t. Our Margret doesn’t. She doesn’t even have a proper thingy phone.’

Marko nodded. Doris had a point. Not everyone had a computer. ‘Well … I should go on up,’ Marko said.

Doris had the big flat on the ground floor and first floor. Marko rented the flat upstairs from her. Marko had only stopped off at Doris’s door to give her her post.

‘What will you do?’ she asked. ‘You’ve got your studies.’

‘We’ll be having tutorials online. And I’m going to be doing my other stuff – my bank stuff – from home. When people contact the helpline, they don’t know where I am anyway. I could be in Timbuktu for all they know.’

Doris laughed. ‘I suppose so. Mind you, I’m not even sure where Timbuktu is.’

‘Somewhere in Africa, isn’t it?’ Marko said. ‘Mali, I think.’ Marko described an anticlockwise circle in the air with his hand. ‘Somewhere like that.’

‘You don’t hear much about Timbuktu these days,’ Doris said. ‘My dad was always going on about Timbuktu. I don’t think he ever went there. He went to quite a few places when he was in the Navy, but I don’t think that he ever went to Timbuktu. Is Mali on the coast?’ And then Boris arrived and butted Doris’s leg with his head. ‘I suppose I’d better take Boris out for a walk then,’ Doris said. ‘Give him a chance to uncross his legs.’

Marko smiled. ‘OK,’ he said. ‘I’ll … umm … see you later.’

‘We won’t be long,’ Doris said. ‘Go up and take your coat off, and then come back down. I’ll find a bottle of something. We can launch our bubble.’

‘Our bubble?’

‘Well … we live under the same roof, don’t we? Technically.’

‘Yeah. I suppose we do.’

‘Boris and I will just go up to Churchfields and back. We won’t be long.’

‘Yeah. Konya Escort OK,’ Marko said.

* * *

When Marko graduated with a degree in Media Studies, the GFC was just getting into full stride. Jobs were scarce. Jobs in media were especially scarce. Even getting the job as a Customer Service Officer at the bank had been a bit of luck. But it wasn’t Marko’s idea of a job for life. Almost from day one, he started keeping an eye out for something better. Preferably something a bit more … well … creative.

Funnily enough, it was one of the bank’s customers who had suggested that Marko think about digital games development. She even put Marko in touch with a chap she knew who ran a development studio. Marko and the chap had a long chat. And the chap got Marko to do a couple of tests. ‘Yeah. I think you could be good,’ the chap said. ‘Your brain works in the right way. What I’d suggest is that you do a Graduate Diploma in Creative Technologies. After that, you can probably come and work here – if you want to, that is.’

‘How long does it take? To get a Graduate Diploma, I mean,’ Marko asked.

‘A year. Well … less really. About nine months from start to finish.’

‘More student debt,’ Marko said. ‘But, yes. I suppose it might be worth it. Being a Customer Service Officer for a bank is a bit of a dead end.’

The games chap nodded, but then he said: ‘That said … why don’t you talk to the bank about some part-time work? They know you. You know them.’

And that’s how Marko ended up manning the bank’s helpdesk for 16 hours a week. The remuneration was hardly a king’s ransom. But it all helped.

* * *

Marko heard the downstairs door closing, followed by Doris calling up the stairs: ‘We’re back! Come on down. When you’re ready.’

Marko wasn’t exactly sure how old Doris was. Fifty perhaps? Fifty would make her a good twenty years older than Marko. Apparently, her husband, Rick, had been a plumber. He’d done quite well for himself. He’d built up a good business and then he had sold it on to one of the national firms. His plan had been to work on for another five years and then take early retirement. But then, about six months after the deal had been done, he woke up one morning feeling a bit unwell. A couple of weeks later, he had died.

‘Rick’s plan,’ Doris told Marko, not long after he first moved in, ‘was for us to get place somewhere down on the South Coast. Rick liked the South Coast. But then, when he died, I thought: Why would I want to move? I quite like Harrow. Well … I like Harrow on the Hill, anyway. The Sudbury part, not so much.’

* * *

‘I hope you like wine,’ Doris said, when Marko went back downstairs. ‘Rick used to like beer. Lager usually. And Scotch on high feast days. But since he’s gone, I don’t tend to buy beer.’ Doris took a bottle of Tesco brand Pinot Grigio from the fridge and got a couple of glasses from one of the cupboards. ‘We may as well go through to the front room,’ she said. ‘It’s nice to get out of the kitchen from time to time.’

Marko had never been in Doris’s front room (as she called it). Whenever he came down to visit her, for whatever reason, they invariably gathered in her spacious kitchen-cum-diner, a room with all mod cons but nary a hint of pretension. At some point in the Georgian building’s past, the kitchen-diner would have been something else. But the front room, the sitting room, would have always been the front room.

Marko followed Doris into the room and waited while she looked around. ‘I suppose that we have to have social distance,’ she said. Marko was about to suggest that that might not be necessary – if they were going to share a bubble – but Doris made a decision. ‘Perhaps if you sit in the red chair … and I can sit on the couch.’ And then she handed Marko the wine. ‘Perhaps you can do the honours,’ she said.

Between the couch and the red armchair there was an exotic-looking ottoman. And, resting on the top of the ottoman, there was a sheet of lightly-smoked plate glass, turning the ottoman into a serviceable coffee table. Marko opened the wine bottle, poured some wine into each glass, and placed the glasses on the ottoman. ‘You have some nice things in here,’ Marko said.

Doris looked around the room as if she too was seeing it all for the first time. ‘I used to work for an antique dealer,’ she said. ‘Monty only dealt in proper antiques, items that were at least one hundred years old. Several of the bits and pieces in this room are items that came Monty’s way but didn’t meet his strict criteria. That chair you’re sitting in is from the 1930s. Even today it wouldn’t meet Monty’s rules. I didn’t care. Monty let me buy them for whatever they had cost him. Which was usually not very much.’

Marko nodded. ‘Well … it’s certainly comfortable,’ he said. And then he raised his glass. ‘Cheers,’ he said. ‘Here’s to our bubble.’

Doris raised her glass. ‘You hear that, Bruno? We’re now in a bubble.’

Presumably Bruno did Konya Escort Bayan hear, because he got up from his position, guarding the door, and went and made himself at home on Marko’s feet.

‘Bruno likes you,’ Doris told Marko. ‘He likes having you in his bubble.’

Fortunately, Marko quite liked Bruno. ‘How did Bruno acquire his name?’ Marko asked.

‘When he was a puppy, Rick thought he looked like a small bear.’

Marko could see that. ‘Yeah. He does a bit, doesn’t he? Perhaps a bit like a Sun Bear.’

‘What’s a Sun Bear?’

‘A sort of fatter version of Bruno.’

‘Bruno would be a fatter version of Bruno if I didn’t keep an eye on what he eats,’ Doris said. And she laughed.

Something happened that evening. Yes, the whole Covid and lockdown thing was definitely worrying, but having accepted that they were going to be confined to their own bubble for several days, possibly even for several weeks, Doris and Marko, landlady and tenant, got down to learning a bit more about each other.

‘This thing you’re studying,’ Doris said, ‘I suppose it’s like learning a whole new language, is it?’

Marko thought for a moment or two. ‘In some ways,’ he said. ‘But it’s mainly about learning to think in certain way. Machines are pretty fast; but they are also pretty dumb. They can only do things one step at time. The trick lies in working out how to get from A to Z in the least number of steps.’

‘Glad it’s you doing it and not me,’ Doris said.

After their second glass of wine, Marko suddenly realised what the time was. ‘Gosh. I have to go,’ he said. ‘I have to have an online chat with my tutor.’

‘At this hour?’

‘It’s a twenty-four-seven world,’ Marko told Doris.

‘OK. But we must do this again. It’s been fun.’

It had been fun.

* * *

The following morning, Marko ‘attended’ a Zoom lecture, worked on one of his assignments, and then, from one until five, he became ‘Hello, this is Marko; how may I help you?’ With two-thirds of London and the Home Counties suddenly working from home, the helpdesk was a lot busier than usual.

Shortly after four o’clock, just after Marko had talked a particularly-flustered woman through down-loading a series of driver updates, Doris knocked on his door. ‘I’m going to make a chicken curry,’ she said. ‘I’m hoping that you’ll join me.’

‘Umm … yeah. Chicken curry? I’d love to,’ Marko said. ‘What can I do?’

‘You don’t need to do anything,’ Doris said. ‘Just come down at about six. In fact earlier, if you like.’

‘Thank you. I’ll bring some wine. I’m on call until five, but maybe if I come down about half past, I could take Bruno for a walk. I feel that I need some fresh air.’

‘Bruno would like that,’ Doris said. ‘I’ll go and tell him to get ready.’ And she laughed.

* * *

When Marko stepped outside his door onto the landing, he felt as if he had just stepped into a spice emporium. Oh, yes! There was ginger in the air that night. And garlic. And cloves. And toasted coconut. And chilli. And turmeric. And cumin. And something sharp. Vinegar, perhaps? Or was it tamarind?

‘Something smells great,’ he said, when Doris answered her door.

Doris nodded. ‘Mmm. I hope so. Although I’ve decided to leave out the coriander. I hope you don’t mind. I don’t think that I like coriander anymore. Perhaps I never liked it. Or perhaps it never liked me.’

‘I’m not sure that I particularly like it either,’ Marko said.

‘Oh, good.’

‘I’ve brought a bottle of dry Riesling,’ Marko said. ‘It goes quite well with curry. At least I think it does.’

‘Try anything once,’ Doris said. ‘Well … most things, anyway.’ And she laughed. ‘I’ll put it in the fridge until you two get back.’

Funnily enough, Bruno seemed to understand that he was going to be taking his evening walk with Marko that evening, and he was already beside the door, waiting for his leash to be attached to his collar.

‘We shall return,’ Marko said.

‘I hope so,’ Doris said. ‘And be careful out there.’

* * *

Bruno seemed a bit confused when Marko put his mask on. Or was that just Marko’s imagination? Anyway, Bruno soon got used to the new masked Marko, and the bubble companions set off in the direction of Churchfields. Considering that everyone was supposed to be at home unless otherwise required, there were quite a few people out and about. Some were walking dogs; others were brisk walking, jogging, or riding bicycles. But there were hardly any cars. It was all a bit like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.

* * *

‘How did it go?’ Doris asked when they returned.

‘Fine,’ Marko said. ‘Although it’s a bit weird out there. A bit … well … spooky. Hardly a car anywhere.’

Doris frowned but nodded. ‘Oh, well,’ she said, ‘hopefully it will be all over before we have a chance to get used to it.’

Doris’s chicken curry – served with perfectly-cooked rice – was brilliant. She had also made a dark, tangy, tamarind-and-date Escort Konya chutney, and some naan flatbreads. Delicious.

‘This is excellent,’ Marko said. ‘You could open a restaurant.’

Doris laughed. ‘I don’t think so,’ she said. ‘I cook because I like to. If I had a restaurant, it would become too much like work. No, I think I’ll just keep cooking what I like, when I like.’

The dry Riesling went perfectly with the curry.

‘Rick always liked a good curry,’ Doris said. ‘He used to say that chilli was the best aphrodisiac there was. Lead in your pencil, he used to say.’ And she raised a finger in a suggestive way.

Marko laughed. Not that he disagreed. It just wasn’t something that he had expected Doris to say.

‘You don’t seem to have a girlfriend at the moment,’ Doris said. There was no hint of criticism in her comment. It was just an observation, pure and simple.

‘No,’ Marko said. ‘Not at the moment. Marion moved back to Toronto.’ And then he added, hastily: ‘She was Canadian. We met at university. She and I were never really that serious. We were never going to get married or anything like that. It was just … well … you know.’ And Marko smiled.

Doris nodded. ‘Oh, well,’ she said. And Doris smiled too.

Was it warm? Did Doris have the heating cranked up? Or was it just that they had been eating curry?

When they had started their supper, Doris’s button-front shirt dress had just had the top button unbuttoned. And then, at some stage – and without Marko really noticing – she had unbuttoned a second button. And now that they had finished eating, and they were just chatting and enjoying the wine, she somehow managed to have three buttons unbuttoned and Marko found himself looking at more than a little of her ample bra-clad breasts.

‘I have some ice cream in the freezer,’ Doris said. ‘But perhaps we should enjoy the wine first. What do you think?’

‘It sounds like a plan to me,’ Marko said.

‘Perhaps in the front room?’ Doris said. And without waiting for a reply, she gathered up her glass and the half-empty wine bottle, got up from the table, and led the way across the entrance hall to the sitting room. Marko followed.

Doris placed her glass and the wine bottle down on the ottoman. ‘We should have some music,’ she said. ‘Rick used to like to have music. Now that I’m on my own, I tend to forget to put it on. Do you like Scott Walker? And The Walker Brothers?’

‘I’m not sure,’ Marko said. ‘The name sounds sort of familiar.’

‘I’ll put on one of their records.’ Doris walked across to a cabinet with a bookcase above it and opened the doors. ‘Somewhere,’ she said. ‘Ah, yes. Here we are.’ And she opened a CD case, took out the CD, and slipped it into the CD player. ‘See what you think. We can always find something else if you don’t like it.’

The cello-rich string introduction sounded vaguely familiar. And very pleasant. And then there was a rich, mellow voice with just enough edge to it to save it from being yet another mushy crooner. And then the refrain. Yes, Marko recognised it now. There’s no regrets. No tears goodbye. ‘Oh, yes,’ Marko said. ‘Yes. And, yes, I do like it. I can remember my parents playing this.’

Doris smiled and nodded and returned to sit on the couch. ‘Come and sit beside me,’ she said. ‘We’re allowed to sit next to each other. We’re in the same bubble now.’

Marko went and joined her on the couch.

‘Is it warm?’ Doris asked, flouncing the skirt of her dress and letting fall so that it showed a hint of her stocking tops. ‘Or is it just because we have been eating curry?’

‘Warm? I would say it’s just about spot on,’ Marko said. ‘Although the curry probably helped. And very good curry it was too.’

‘Thank you,’ Doris said. They both took a sip of their wine. And then Doris said: ‘Do you miss having a girlfriend?’

‘Miss? Umm … I’m not sure,’ Marko said. ‘Actually, it might be a bit of a blessing at the moment. With everything else going on.’

‘You don’t miss it just a little bit?’

Marko smiled. ‘Well … yes. There are some things, of course.’

Doris nodded and took another sip of her wine. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Yes.’ And she nodded again. ‘I, umm, could … help … you know,’ she said. ‘If you would like me to.’

‘Help?’

‘I could give you a hand,’ she said. ‘Rick used to say that I was very good at giving a hand.’ And she sort of laughed – the way that people sometimes do when they are remembering something pleasant from another time.

Give him a hand? At first Marko wasn’t sure what she meant. But then he thought … But, no. Surely that wasn’t what Doris was suggesting. Was it?

‘It’s been a while now. But I’m sure it wouldn’t take me too long to get back into the swing of things,’ she said. ‘They say that you never forget.’

‘When you say give me a hand …?’

‘Give you a hand,’ Doris said. ‘You know.’ And she placed her hand on Marko’s crotch. ‘We could at least give it a try.’

And then it was Marko’s turn to laugh. Not because he didn’t want Doris to give him a hand. It might be rather nice if she did. It might be very nice if she did. It was just so unexpected. ‘Are you serious?’ Marko said.

‘Oh, yes.’

‘You want to …?’ And Marko mimed masturbating his cock.

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‘What the hell, Sarah? Why do you just come walking into the office making out with your wife, Becky? You know I work here, right?’ I thought, shooting them a dirty look.

Neither of them even acknowledged me and went into Sarah’s office a minute later. I sighed and tried to get my work done.

“I swear every time I see them just going at it like that, they infect me, so I can’t get shit done, but that floozy whines to me that I’m running behind. WTF, really? Is it a joke, or just a ploy to get me to freak out so she can fire me? I mean, tell me, so at least the mystery will go away.”

They gave me a few distraction-free minutes, but then they came back out there. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to keep my eyes off them, but of course, it was like trying to ignore a knife lodged in my gut. A minute later, Becky came to my desk and moved some stuff on my desk.

Then I watched her sit on it, facing away from me. “Hey, Sarah, Becky, what the hell? You’re sitting on my desk. Do you not realize that you’re not in your wife’s office now?”

“Hey, that’s my wife,” Sarah bitched, coming towards me. “You can’t talk to her like that.”

“Hey, Sarah, I may not have my own office here, but this is still my desk, though. Did you two get tired of making out and fucking in your office? This is my desk. Can’t you two at least respect my stuff? I fully realize this is your office, Sarah, but shit, come on, how much bullshit am I supposed to deal with here?” I griped, pushing my stuff back. “It’s bad enough I have to deal with this sexual work environment, and I’ve been more than patient with you, but I’m calling bullshit now.”

“Wait, don’t you like girls, though, Jill?” she pondered, coming toward me.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I want to see you two making out all the time. Should I just consider myself lucky that you two don’t have sex out here? I swear if you lie and say you don’t have sex in your office, I’m gonna scream.”

“So, fucking what if I make out with my wife out here? As you said, this is my office, and I have the right to make out with her anywhere I damn well please,” Sarah made clear, setting her hands on my desk. “You didn’t pay for this desk; I did. You’re not the best worker, you know, so it’s not like you have a good work ethic to fall back on either, so I’d tread carefully with it if I were you. I think having to see us make out is a small price to pay for the money you make and the shitty job you do.”

“Well, Sarah, I might be able to work better if you didn’t make out all the time and moan at the top of your lungs too in there. I get it; Becky here knows what she’s doing down there; congrats, you hooked a whale instead of a fish, but that shouldn’t mean I have to pay the price, though. I should be able to work in a traditional work environment where I don’t have to see you two going at it and hearing it just outside that office right there either. Is that too much to ask, whether I’m the perfect office worker or not?” I groaned, before standing.

I looked at both of them, but didn’t work a word from either of them.

“What, am I just freaking out over nothing here? Is that how you see me? By the way, Sarah, your wife here had walked through here in just her bra and thong several times. I’ve never whined about that either, so really, do you think I’m just whiny?”

“I guess so, so I must say, either deal with the bullshit as you call it, or find another job. If I have to choose between being affectionate with Becky in the office or having you, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which will win. I can hire a hundred different people that would like to have your job.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and tried not to scream.

“Fuck it, I’m leaving,” I groaned, getting up and grabbing my stuff.

“So, you’re quitting? It’s not time to leave for another two hours.”

“If you want to call it quitting, fine, but I need an early day, Sarah. I’ll be back tomorrow, and if you want to fire me for taking off early, fine, do it; obviously, no one is gonna stop you. So, goodbye, Sarah. I won’t be here, so feel free to fuck on my desk,” I invited them, before I just left.

I didn’t know what to think, but I just had to get out of there. They drove me nuts and had me acting out too. I just went home, relaxed in the bathtub, and did my best for them not to plague my mind. Of course, it was still an uphill battle, but I managed to pull it off.

Anyway, I came back to work and strolled down the hallway. “Fuck, I’m so dreading today. What the hell else could I do? They weren’t listening to reason, and I couldn’t take it for another second. It was like they were rubbing it in my face. Sarah might be attractive and have a pretty wife to showboat, but not here, not to me. I don’t give a crap if I like girls or not, I’m not into seeing them make out like horny schoolgirls.”

Even though I knew I was right in my own way, I surely knew Sarah saw it her way, that I was just supposed to deal with it, Konya Escort as she said. Nevertheless, I still put my best foot forward as I got close to her office.

I halted a few feet in front of the door. “What the fuck, do I hear moaning?”

“Oh, yes, Becky, just like that, fuck that pussy,” I heard Sarah moan.

“No fucking way, that’s too loud for them to be in her office, no, you’re in my little section. It’s not even an office, and even after what I said to you yesterday,” I groaned, before going to the door.

I opened it and immediately got sight of them. “What the hell, Sarah!” I yelped, dropping my bag. “You’re having sex on my desk, are you serious?” I questioned, coming towards them.

They both looked at me for a few seconds with the same skeptical looks I saw yesterday.

“What, you two are just going to stare at me now? Sarah, I come in here to find Becky going down on you while you’re on my desk getting your juice all over it and the papers on there too? As if this isn’t bullshit enough, are you going to bitch to me that the Davidson papers are soiled? Is it somehow still going to be my fault because nothing is ever your fault? I make appointments for you, but you’re too busy with your wife here to pay attention, so you take it out on me. That was something I was too pissed off to even get into yesterday. By the way, am I fired?”

Yet, even after that speech, I didn’t get them to stop. Becky just resumed going down on Sarah like she was gonna die if she didn’t.

“Come on; this is bullshit. I can’t work in this sexual work environment. Do I have to quit just to send you the message? I love girls and think you’re both good-looking ladies, but this isn’t okay. All the shit you two pulled before was on the line at best, but this is clearly over the line. This isn’t being a good boss, Sarah. You’re both completely naked and fucking on my desk; how is that okay?”

Again, they didn’t speak, but I caught Sarah’s attention. She stared at me, but didn’t say a word. She even scooted over a tad towards me, giving me a better view of her tits.

“You’re trembling now, Jill; why is that?”

“Probably because you’re showing off your body, and your wife is still going strong on your twat down there. You know I like girls, but if I bitch about something because I hate seeing it, you think I just need it shoved down my throat here? Making me hear through that door isn’t enough; I have to see it right on my desk now? Is that what you’re saying, Sarah?”

“No, more along the lines of, ‘Why don’t you join us? So, then, it’ll be a good work environment, and you’ll feel much better once your part of the sexual things’, you know what I mean. You need to get laid too, Jill, and then you’ll feel so much better. When was the last time you got your pussy eaten, had some chick pound you with a strap on, or gotten finger fucked? There’s a reason you’re eyeballing us, even though you’re repulsed,” she added, bringing her hands to my blouse. “You want to get involved, you’re just too stubborn to admit it; tell me I’m wrong, Jill,” she implored me, undoing my top button.

“You are, Sarah,” I protested, backing away. “I’m not getting involved with you two.”

“Why not?” Becky pondered, rising with me. “It’s not like you have a girlfriend.”

She allowed me to get a good view of her figure too.

“Don’t worry, she won’t get jealous, Jill, you may eyefuck the shit out of my body,” she offered, before closing the gap.

“What are you doing, Becky?” I objected, backing away.

“Well, you got to see us; we should get to see you too,” she replied, coming towards me.

“Yes, but I didn’t want to see you two, though. I came into the small space that’s supposed to be my space and found you two fucking on my desk. It’s not a fair trade; I don’t want to get involved with you two, even if I am single and you’re both intoxicating,” I groaned, before landing on Becky’s breasts.

I glared at them for a few seconds in silence.

“I think we’re winning her over, Becky,” Sarah added, coming up behind her and wrapping her arms around her as well. “There’s no need to be ashamed, Jill, just give in to temptation. It’s just a human condition that everyone suffers from, but it’s just a matter of the circumstances, that’s all. Maybe this will help you if our naked bodies aren’t deciding for you; if you don’t let my smoking hot wife undress you now, you’re fired.”

“What, you can’t fire me for that. That’s against the law, not to mention just shitty too. That’s not being a good boss.”

“Well, there’s the door, Jill,” Sarah added, turning Becky around and having her go back to her knees. “Whether you stay or not, we’re putting this desk to good use,” she made clear, before Becky went to town on her again. “Feel free to watch; we all know you want to, so let a hand into that skirt too. Get yourself off to us, and let yourself have something good out of this. I won’t fire you for being horny, I’m a bitch, but not a Konya Escort Bayan mean bitch.”

“She’s right, Jill,” Becky added, taking a break.

“Sit next to the boss and get a good view.”

I bit down on my bottom lip and maintained my position for a moment. Needless to say, Becky didn’t stop, and Sarah even felt it necessary to lie back because of the pleasure too. Even though she lied on the short side, so her head and some of her back hanged off, she still did it.

I had to see Becky working her magic again. ‘Well, shit, I don’t think it’s even physically possible to do that better. She’s using that tongue and those fingers perfectly too. It’s no wonder that Sarah moans like that every time, but still, this is unacceptable. Crap, though, I feel my juicer flowing down my legs, and I’m vibrating. You clever wench, you knew I hated it hearing the moaning and seeing you two make out, so you show what I can’t see. Damn, you do have a sexy bush to showboat too, floozy, as does your wife,’ I thought, scanning them constantly.

Even though the sight in front of me was hot as heck, I still couldn’t walk forward.

After a few minutes, Becky calmly rose with me. “Come on,” she implored me, gently taking my hands in hers. “What’s the point of living if you don’t do a few things you’re not supposed to do. Spend your allowance on junk food instead of saving it, watch porn before you’re eighteen, or maybe just fucking someone that you’re not supposed to, Jill. It’s not like anyone is underage or forcing someone to fuck,” she explained, before bringing her hands to my blouse again.

She undid it without permission, but I didn’t oppose that. I just let it happen, and Sarah couldn’t resist, but to come up behind me. I felt her hands on my skirt, and she tugged it a tad first. Then she undid it, and it fell off me as Becky had my blouse off me too.

“Oh, a sexy dark green bra and thong set, Jill?” Sarah pondered, pulling on the straps of both. “I can’t say I’m complaining,” she said, pushing herself on my back. “Now, you have three choices, kiss Becky, feel her, preferably her tits, or leave. Don’t be afraid to combine two choices too.”

I had to eyefuck Becky’s body, and she was just as pushy as her wife because she took my hands and placed them on her moneymakers.

“Oh, you like them, don’t you, Jill?” Sarah gloated, pushing herself even harder.

“You already fucking I’d like them, Sarah, shit!” I griped, stomping my feet. “Congrats again, you can connect dots as well as pick your ladies. The point is, I don’t want our dots to be connected, but you decided to put yourselves right out here on my desk. The only way you could one-up yourselves there is showing up at my apartment and have me walk in on you two screwing.”

“Yes, but this was simpler, now give my wife a kiss.”

I looked into Becky’s eyes and bit down on my bottom lip hard as she grabbed my arms. They both knew temptation all by itself wasn’t enough, so they shoved it down my throat, so to speak. My hands stayed on Becky’s knockers, but she didn’t move her lips to mine this time.

She waited for me, but I forced her to wait over a minute. Even though I still objected to them and their method of getting me to play lesbian ball. Even if they were hot as hell and making it next to impossible for me to resist, I still couldn’t be distraught with them.

Then I calmly pushed my lips onto Becky’s. ‘Just as I was afraid of, I love it. I already feel intimacy coming out the wazoo, and I know they’re going to be gloating about it too. Shit, this isn’t fair at all.’

After a moment, Becky parted her lips from mine. “You see, you’re gonna like having a sexual work environment when you’re involved in the sex, Jill. Feel free to get a girlfriend and bring her by here. You may either out on your desk all you want too; I don’t think the boss will bitch about it.”

“No, but I still make the decisions around here, though, Becky.”

“Shut the fuck up, and kiss her now,” Becky ordered her, turning me around too. “And feel your boss’s jugs too, Jill,” she told me, putting them on her rack. “They won’t bite.”

“It’s alright, Jill,” Sarah assured me, enveloping her arms around me. “People love to hate the things they shouldn’t love, but do,” she reminded me, before kissing me. “Just like kissing your hussy boss, right?”

“Yes, Sarah,” I groaned, before kissing her again.

I hated them both with a passion, but of course, for gloating. Sarah said all the words except ‘I was, and you were wrong.’, but that only made it worse because she even added, demonstrating that she was right to the mix too.

Our boobs went against each other, but hers were bigger and made it easier to push me back. Although I went back on Becky’s breasts, she helped herself feel the sides of mine anyway with my bra still on. Even though I still hated them, they found my weak spot and pounced on it.

“Oh, she’s spouting off juice now, babe; we have her on the Escort Konya hook.”

“Shut the fuck up!” I roared, pushing them both away. “Quit your damn rejoicing already. You didn’t discover the cure for cancer; you shoved yourselves down my throat, so quit patting yourselves on the back and undo my bra already, Becky. I know you’re dying to, so do it. You got me to say ‘Fuck it.’ and give in, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it won’t happen again, Jill, if you come into my office with us,” Sarah offered, putting her to mine.

I took a deep breath and took it. Then we all went in there. Becky shut the door.

Sarah went to her couch and took off the cushions. “That has a pull-out bed?”

“Yes, the sex is so much better on a bed than on a desk, Jill,” she answered, pulling it out.

“It’s true,” Becky agreed, undoing my bra.

Sarah took it off me as Becky slid down my thong too. As I was naked with them, they invited me to the bed, and we lay down with me in the middle as our backs were on the end. My arms stayed at my sides, but they both felt me high and low for a few minutes.

I shook, but not because they made me feel good. I felt awkward, to say the least, and on edge, but I was betting on this being the best in the end.

After a few minutes, Becky stopped on my tit and squeezed it a bit as Sarah brought my face up and kissed me. “You don’t need to be so reluctant and nervous, I’m just your skank boss, and that’s my wife. We won’t bite unless you want us to, that is,” she whispered, before taking my hand and moving it to her cherry. “That’s a married pussy, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy it. Welcome to a real sexual work environment,” she welcomed me, before kissing me again. “Oh, I see my wife heading down to your snatch now, you better buckle, well, you’ve seen me try to deal with the pleasure.”

From one second to the next, I suddenly felt Becky’s tongue come out and lick me down there. I jolted a bit and already loved the pleasure just as they were pocketing their gloats. Sarah placed her hand on mine as it remained on her twat too.

So, I had two sources of pleasure all of a sudden. If that wasn’t enough, she even squeezed herself behind me a bit, but kept her crotch in the open. So, I felt her melons pressing on my back as well, so there was no stopping them.

“Fuck, Becky, you’re like a damn artist.”

“Who is mad at who now? You could’ve felt that thrill earlier, but you wanted to fight us.”

“Shut the hell up, Sarah,” I whined, slanting my head back and closing my eyes.

I couldn’t formulate words by then, I just had to deal with it all, and they drove the fun to hell and back. I couldn’t move my fingers on Sarah’s vagina too much either, but I still felt her juice plummeting out frequently.

I lied down as flat as I could on her, and she reached over to my melons and grasped them both quite hard. So, they both had all the bases covered and got me good. I couldn’t fight the gratification at all because their hate transformed into lust too, but of course, they knew that.

I felt Becky’s tongue already flinging around like a pinball; she didn’t warm up at all and just fucked me like a lesbian pro. I couldn’t make myself feel her head; she took control of me when her tongue came onto my cherry.

I vibrated nonstop and pushed myself on Sarah as well. That only made her squeeze my tits even harder, so I knew they weren’t just turned on, but mentally dancing that they won. They managed not to speak of that for the time being, but I knew Sarah, and it would come out again.

For that moment, she watched Becky perform perfect oral sex on me for a change. I couldn’t see her do it, but I felt it, and just as I feared, I couldn’t have loved it more if I tried. I even shed a few tears within the first three minutes.

I was positive that Sarah saw it, but she declined to comment. After a few nonstop minutes, I felt Becky take a small break, and she climbed up to Sarah. I arched my head to see them kiss, but then she went right back down.

“You two are in love.”

“You couldn’t say that,” Sarah added, getting out from underneath me.

She came back to my tits and opened her mouth. I suddenly felt her licking my nipple and her wife fucking me senseless with her tongue as well. I found myself in hell, but a hot and sexy one, to say the least. Even though it was cool in there, I was sweating my ass off indeed.

“Oh, fuck yes, you two suck, but shit,” I groaned, plopping hands on each of their heads.

I just lied back and took in all the pleasure I could. Just as Becky was wonderful at eating me out, Sarah showed she excelled at licking and sucking on nipples. I couldn’t see to verify, but I knew I covered her face with my juice completely.

In addition to her tongue moving around so much, she also jerked her face back and forth. So, I was practically a novice just getting the work done by a lesbo legend, it seemed. I couldn’t put into words how great I felt; I just got fucked so well that nothing else mattered.

I couldn’t even think about being so pissed off before; I only cared that they both made me feel beyond excellent, but like invincible. Sarah surely paid attention to both of my boobs and licked both of them nonstop for me.

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I talked to you at work today and it seemed like you were having a very bad day. I know just how to fix that. I am waiting for you when you get home. I hand you a glass of wine at the door, and kiss you. I lead you to the bathroom. The tub is already full with hot water, bubbles and oil. There are candles burning and the lights are off.

You start to say something but I just press my finger to your lips and stop you. I stare into your eyes and slowly start to unbutton your top. I slide it down over your shoulders, and caress them as I do. I then unbutton your skirt, and slide my hands down your legs to the floor. I wrap my arms around you tight, and unfasten your bra. I rub your back and hold you close to me. I whisper in your ear, “Relax, just let me lead you.” I slide my hands down your sides and slide your pantyhose down your legs. I rub your calves, and then up your thighs. I am on my knees in front of you, looking up into your eyes. I kiss your stomach, and then down to your panties. I slip my tongue under the waistband, and then grab them with my teeth. I pull them down to your knees with my teeth, then start to kiss my way up your thighs. I stop when I get to your pussy, and plant a gentle kiss right on your shaved lips. I slide your panties the rest of the way off, and then take your hand and help you into the tub.

I hand you your wine and tell you ” Just lay back, I will be right back.” I return with your favorite meal. I sit beside the tub and feed it to you. As I feed you, I tell you how wonderful you are, how beautiful you are, how happy you make me, how much I enjoy making you feel good, and how good you make me feel. I set the plate aside and pick up the soap. I lather up my hands really well, and start to rub them over your body. I start with your neck and shoulders, working and kneading them with my hands, massaging the tension away. I wash your arms, and then have you lean forward. I use the tips of my fingers to squeeze and massage your back. Then I have you layback, and lather up my Antalya Escort hands again. I rub the soap on your stomach, in small circles around your belly button. Then I make bigger circles, down towards your pussy and up towards your breasts. When I reach your breasts, I take one in each hand and gently squeeze them. I start to rub and squeeze them harder, and then rub the nipples with my thumbs while doing that. Your nipples become very hard, and a sigh escapes your lips.

I lather up my hands again and have you put your feet up on the edge of the tub. I start to wash and massage them, squeezing and rubbing the bottoms and between your toes. Then I move my hands up to your calves, and firmly massage the muscles on the back of them. I gently rub behind your knees, and then up your thighs. I move my hands in slow, squeezing circles up your thighs until I get to the top. Then I take my fingertips and rake my fingers up and down your thighs. You moan as my hands get closer and closer to your pussy. I cup it in my hand, and gently press on it. I rub the lips, and then start to rub my middle finger up and down your slit. I move it up to your clit, and start to move around it in slow circles. I work my finger in nice slow circles, and start to rub harder. I take my other hand and slide a finger inside you. I start circling your clit faster and harder, and slip another finger inside you as I tell you how sexy you are and how good you feel. I start to stroke my fingers inside you faster, and rub your clit. Your hips start to move against my hand. You spread your legs wide and arch your back so my fingers can get deeper inside you. I slip them in and out, and rub your clit till you cum so hard.

I give you a minute to recover, then take your hand and help you out of the tub. I take a towel and dry you off. I then lead you to the bedroom and lay you down on the bed. When I got your dinner, I put one of the dining room chairs in the bedroom. It is a small wooden chair with no arms. The chair Antalya Escort Bayan is facing you as you are sprawled out on the bed. I tell you to prop yourself up on the pillows. I hand you a new toy I have bought for you, a pink vibrator that vibrates, gyrates, and has a clitoral stimulator.

I sit down in the chair. I tell you to put on a show for me. You start to rub your nipples with your fingers. You make them very hard. I take off my shirt. You slide your hands down your stomach, and then to your pussy. You start to rub your clit, and you are still wet from before. You tell me how wet you are, and how excited you are. You take your new toy and turn it on. You rub it on your nipples while you are rubbing your clit with your hand. You move the toy down your stomach to your pussy. You move it around your clit and it sends chills all through your body. You press it right on your clit and leave it there, and it makes you cum again. I tell you what a good girl you are, and to put it inside you. My cock is getting very hard so I take off my pants and underwear. You see how hard my cock is, and I tell you to think about it as you slide the toy inside you. You slowly slip the toy inside your wet pussy, working it in a little at a time. Once you have it all the way in, you turn it on low speed. You start to work it in and out of your pussy, telling me how good it feels, and that you wish it were my cock. You turn the speed up a little higher, and start to stroke it faster inside you. It feels so good vibrating inside you. I tell you how much you are exciting me, and that I am going to fuck you so hard when you are done. I am stroking my cock, and telling you how much I like to watch you play with yourself and how much I love you.

This just gets you more excited, and you turn the speed up to high. You push it all the way inside you and put the stimulator on your clit. It feels so good, and your hips move up and down on the bed, as you get wetter and wetter. You pinch your nipples Escort Antalya with your free hand. You finally cannot take anymore and scream out with an earth shattering orgasm. I tell you how good you looked cuming, and that I am going to make you cum again and again.

I tell you to get off the bed, and crawl over to me on your hands and knees. When you get to me, you look up at me and take my cock into your mouth. You love the feel of my hard cock in your mouth, and the taste. You slide your tongue up and down the shaft, under the head, and down to my balls. You take it back in your mouth, and slide your lips as far down the shaft as you can. I grab you by the hair and start fucking your mouth, sliding into your throat. You moan around my hard cock as it slides in and out of your lips. You reach down and finger yourself as you suck it. Your pussy is soaked, and you want me to fuck you so bad. You mouth feels so good around my cock I could cum right now. You look up at me with my cock in your mouth, and say, “Please fuck me”.

I stand you up and push you back on the bed. I spread your legs wide, and slip my hard cock into you. You are so wet and ready; I can put the whole thing in on the first stroke. I start to pump it in and out you. I put your legs up over my shoulders, and stroke it hard and fast. You are already cuming again. I keep pumping my cock into you, and grab your tits. I pinch the nipples as my cock strokes inside you. After you come again, I pull it out, and have you get on your hands and knees. Your sweet ass looks so good stuck up in the air. I slip my cock back inside you. I grab your hips and start stroking it real hard. My balls are slapping up against you as my cock strokes in and out of your sweet, wet pussy. I make you cum again. I then lay back on the bed, and tell you to ride me. I know you cum the hardest this way. Your slide your pussy down over my cock. I reach up and play with your nipples while you slide up and down my cock. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around me. You ride it faster, and just as you start to come you feel my cock swell and shoot inside you. You throw your head back and scream with the most intense orgasm ever. You feel my hot juice shooting inside you and collapse on top of me. I wrap my arms around you and say, “Welcome home, baby”.

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As I have thought about whether or not to tell this story which is true, I couldn’t get the images of my life over the past several years. First I was stunned, sucked, fucked, freaked and fondled by three very beautiful, different and oh sexy wives or ex-wives. Then when I was presented with a potential visit from one of my ex mothers in law, I didn’t know what to think or expect.

Florrie decided that if her mom came for a visit it would be too awkward for her so Florrie moved out of the house and in to a flat not far away until she could figure out what she wanted to do. Florrie was the youngest of the beautiful women in my growing family but she was also the most shy.

I had been on the road for a full month training and teaching the Cops how to be real Cops and when I returned home I was totally exhausted. I was totally surprised and excited beyond words when I walked in to the Master Bath and saw that the girls had had major renovations done. In place of the stand alone shower, there was a huge sit in shower. It was big enough to accommodate easily 4 or 5 people. But across the bathroom was a brand new over-sized Jacuzzi tub. I had been wanting one of those for years but just never had the time to oversee one being installed. So one can imagine my surprise when I walked in the house and smelled the construction aroma. I couldn’t wait to strip off and relax in my new Jacuzzi.

The Women in my life all gathered by the tub when I returned from the bedroom stripped and ready for those jets to beat some of the stresses away. But to my elation and surprise, each of the women including Florrie asked if I wanted company for my first dip in the ‘Cuzzi.’ I grinned and just glanced down at my flaccid little officer and said, “yeah but I don’t know if I can respond to any calls tonight.”

One by one each of those beautiful women stripped slowly while that wonderful surprise was filling with hot bubbly water. Those jets were churning the water in giant swirls just calling my name, begging me to enter in. But when Florrie got bare ass naked first, she saunters over to me and pushed me back in to a sitting position on the edge of the ‘Cuzzi.’ Once I was seated, Florrie dropped to her knees and took my limp baton in her mouth and smiling, she began sucking me to full iron hard readiness. She sucked my dick so furiously that I thought I was going to blow my pent up load in seconds. But she Antalya Escort knew what she was doing. She pulled off my pulsing cock and smiling again, she stood up and tossing one of her legs over my head giving me a glimpse of her beautiful beaver fully covered in all natural hair, I about shot my wad just at that fantastic sight.

However, as I was pulsing wildly and reaching for that dripping wet snatch of hers, another of the women took her place on her knees engulfing my bouncing bone and deep throated me picking up right where Florrie left off. I threw my head back and groaned only to feel Suzie, stop her splendid blow job. As I raised my head up to see what she was doing, she had bent over with her ass just mere inches from my nose and mouth. I grabbed her by the ass cheeks and pulled her delicious pussy and ass to my mouth and darted my tongue out to lap at her pussy that was literally dripping with her love juices. But, she jerked away and with a sly grin she proceeded to step in to the water where she took a seat just as the water was reaching about mid calf in depth. As I watched her, I felt yet a third set of lips wrapping themselves around my now straining man missile.

Sherry had taken her place in front of me and was sucking me for all she was worth. She was running her tongue up and down my shaft and just as I was rapidly approaching a major cum download, she slips one of her fingers in my ass and I started squirting like mad. I pumped and pumped my love seed deep in her throat. However right in the middle of my explosive orgasm, she suddenly stopped and last but certainly not least, Roxy too over. I still had cum shooting out of my cock when her hot delicious lips wrapped themselves around my pulsating head. She immediately began licking up the remaining cum and kept sucking me until I was as rigid as the flag pole in front of the Academy.

Rox was finished however, as she stood up from licking and sucking my cock back to life, she turned around and reaching her ass cheeks with both her hands, she backed that beautiful bum backwards until her brown hole was firmly positioned on the tip of my cock. Once she felt the pressure she pushed herself back sliding my cock-head passed her sphincter muscle until she had me buried deep inside her ass. She then began rocking back and forth and I swear, I don’t think I have ever in my life felt something so Antalya Escort Bayan smooth, so hot and so slick has her Hershey highway was. I felt myself speeding toward another orgasm and she did too. She suddenly stopped, pulled off my dick and grinning said not just yet big boy.

I realized then that all 4 women were in the Jacuzzi and were rubbing each others pussies that were now deep underneath the churning waters. I stood up and just as I was getting my right leg up on to the first step, I heard a voice come from behind me. I was so startled, that I slipped on the step and went crashing to the floor knocking my silly self out cold. When I came to which was only after a couple minutes, there was my Ex Mother in law kneeling beside me. She had a huge smile on her face and as I shook the cobwebs clear, she joked that she had heard of taking someone’s breath away but she might have over done it.

Now Reba was on helluva good looking woman and if I didn’t know that she was 60 I would easily take her for a woman no more than 45. But her body was truly stacked and packed. She had no wiggles except when she wanted to wiggle that ass of hers. She was moderately endowed with a set of perfect 38C boobs. When I sat up after regaining full clarity, I realized that she was sitting there with my head cradled in her lap and I was staring up at the bottom side of her super firm tits. Her nipples were standing out like lollipops and were a deep red in color.

As I sat up, I felt something wet on the back of my head and instantly thinking that I had cracked open my head, I almost went in to a panic. But, when I pulled my hand back around from gingerly probing for the gash, I saw that there was no red fluid but it was indeed slick. Then it suddenly hit me like the Jacuzzi had just a moment or two earlier. It was Reba’s cunt juice that I was feeling. She was as naked as her two daughters and the other women. Before I could think, she had leaned over and had taken my completely limp cock between her lips and was performing fellatio like there would be no tomorrow.

Now I have to say right here and now that while her daughters and the other two could blow my mind with their exquisite blow jobs, Reba showed me truly that experience counts. Within a couple minutes she had me blowing a wad of cum like I have never before in my life. She swallowed every single drop, licked Escort Antalya her lips and smiling she looked up at Suzie and said, “that’s got to be the sweetest cum I have ever tasted.” All the women broke out laughing and nodding furiously. As I stood up, my eyes beheld a true beauty standing there in front of me. Reba has Chestnut colored hair and she like her daughters did not shave her cunny. She was neatly trimmed and her pussy lips were full firm and inviting. She was so turned on that she was literally dripping cunt juice and it was running down her thighs.

She climbed in to the tub and I followed quickly behind. I sat down on one of the remaining seats and leaned back gingerly. Within a couple minutes, I had drifted off to sleep from pure exhaustion. I had no idea what those women had in mind or what devious plans they had made but as I awoke I soon found out.

They had lifted me from the Jacuzzi, carried me to the bed, tied my hands and feet, and had blindfolded me. Suzie was then voice saying, If you can figure out which one is doing what to you, you can have her all night. Then to make it more difficult, each woman took various positions on my body parts. Each hand was filled with a glorious pussy dripping wet with anticipation. One was sitting on my face, gently rotating back and forth pushing that delicious pussy and it’s sweet nectar in to my mouth. One was then sitting on my iron hard cock and the last was licking my cock and balls as the other moved up and down. But number 5 had two fingers working my asshole. Apparently all this anticipation had each one of us too turned on because after only about 5 minutes we each started cumming in buckets. Every single one of us was churning and bucking and flooding that I think if I had not been tied down, I would have slid on to the floor.

Thinking that after all of us were totally spent the blindfold would come off at least but I was wrong. It was Reba that spoke next. She said, “I don’t know or care which one of you does what, but I want that cock buried so deep in my pussy that I want to taste it.” With that I can only assume it was she but, ‘she’ climbed on my now screaming hard riot baton and within a few seconds she was sliding up and down furiously. After a couple minutes of that, she upped the ante by saying that her pussy was so filled and happy that she couldn’t wait to feel it up her ass. I started shooting about a bucket of cum so deep and hard up her pussy tunnel that I felt her tense up and literally she let out a scream of joy. It was then that things got really interesting…but that is a story for another day when you the reader can read without bringing yourselves to a mind blowing climax.

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