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They caught my attention about half a block away, walking toward me as I waited at the bus stop. Young, very white, casually dressed with backpacks, obviously European tourists exploring Miami Beach on the cheap. They arrived at the bus stop and inquired which bus to take to North Beach where they were to get a room at a relatively cheap hotel.

My guess was right, Jean and Michelle were college students from France, touring as so many young Europeans do, staying at cheap hotels or hostels. Shades of my youth, as I am of the “Hippie” generation that traveled such a casual route when I was their age.

Both were wearing faded, cut-off jeans and sandals, the same as myself, giving us the appearance of a family of free spirits spanning the generations. Jean was shirtless, his white hairless chest showing the pink beginnings of too much sun. Michelle was wearing a short tank-top, exposing her slim, flat abdomen and the small ring hanging on the edge of her navel. The tank-top also revealed Michelle’s curly fine underarm hair as she raised her arm to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Both were exuding a discernible underarm odor, even out here in the ocean breeze. It was a fragrant reminder that some young people were still into the natural realities of our bodies instead of the sterile, odorless or perfumed American values.

As we talked at the bus stop and during the bus trip to North Beach, I really enjoyed connecting with images of my own youth, backpacking around the country, crashing with strangers who became brothers and sisters in our extended family. I suggested to Jean and Michelle that they could sleep on the floor at my place and save the expense of a hotel. By now, they had sized me up as a kindred spirit and were grateful for the offer.

My apartment is small, a one room efficiency with a mattress on the floor. But, by the standards of crash pads of my youth, the three of us wouldn’t even be crowded. Jean and Michelle seemed to really feel at home as they threw down their packs and unrolled their sleeping bags. I immediately got rid of my shirt upon entering the apartment. Michelle, seeing that both Jean and I were comfortably shirtless, removed her tank-top as well. It was such a natural, unselfconscious movement that I hardly noticed, although I detected that they were studying me for any reaction. I suppose they’ve been exposed to the puritanical values of most Americans.

My decor should have sent the message that I am not of the puritanical mindset. Being a nudist and a photographer, my walls are filled with nude studies, some of them quite erotic in style. It was a very pleasant afternoon as we went to the supermarket, came back and fixed supper, all the while relating our various travel tales of Europe, Asia and America. By early evening we were all comfortably nude, looking at nude and erotic art books from my library and finishing off the wine from dinner.

Jean and Michelle were discussing a photo in Mapplethorpe’s Black Book, and as I leaned over their backs to see, I noticed an increase in the underarm odors, especially near Jean. I also noticed his penis was slightly turgid, the glans just showing at the tip of his foreskin. What to do now? Kirazlıtepe Escort My young guests were obviously getting amorous, but what should an older third wheel do? I didn’t particularly care to go wander the streets while they consummated their lust. Perhaps they could make out under a blanket while I amused myself across the room. Perhaps Jean’s erection would just subside and we could continue with our small talk.

I glanced back at Jean’s penis. It was still hard, the head was now half protruding from the foreskin. By now, of course, my own penis was betraying my feelings and as Michelle turned her head to say something she noticed it. Surprisingly, she showed no surprise and didn’t react in any way, just returned her attention to the photo as she and Jean had a brief conversation in French. Jean then asked me if it would be alright for them to make love in my apartment.

Were they asking for themselves or was this an invite? Maybe they were so uninhibited that they wouldn’t mind if I watched. I offered to take a book and some cushions and stay in the bathroom if they wanted a moment of privacy, but Michelle said they couldn’t impose on me. Besides, she said that she and Jean have had third persons share their love before, either a man or a woman, since they both could make love to either.

Where to begin? I’ve been in group sex before and know that eventually in the height of ecstasy two people inevitably pair. I said I would love to share in their lovemaking, and offered to give each of them a full body massage before having sex. Massaging sex partners is one of my joys, as it affords me a complete exploration of their body, while they are receiving pleasurable sensations from my hands.

I got a small bowl of heated oil and placed it by the mattress. A couple of candles and a Sade disc in the stereo set the mood as Michelle lay face down on the mattress. Jean sat at her head as I straddled her legs and began working the muscles of her back. Jean continued the strokes to her back as I moved to her feet and legs. She had cute feet, little round orbs of toes aligned in a curve along the edge of her foot. I rolled each little berry of a toe between thumb and forefinger and was sorely tempted to squeeze them with my lips and tongue.

With long effleurage strokes up her legs, my hands would glide over her butt and back down the hip. Each time the inner hand would slide ever more into the cleavage of her butt and I could clearly see the wrinkled sphincters of her anus and smell the aroma of her ani glands wafting up on the warm air.

When she turned over, I continued the long strokes on her upper leg, while Jean stroked her breasts and nipples. As my hand on the inner thigh slid up over her pelvis, it would brush the hairs in the crease between her leg and labia. After this teasing touch of both inner thighs, I spread her labia with both thumbs and bent over to massage her clit with my tongue. Mixed with the cumin fragrance of her labia was the slightest whiff of smegma from her clit as I pushed the hood back with my tongue.

I lifted her legs up and pushed them back, exposing her entire underside. I ran my nose down Escort Kirazlıtepe the edges of her labia, savoring the apocrine smell. I sniffed around the edges of her anus where the ani glands had made an even more exciting fragrance. By now my mouth was out of control as I sucked the edges of her outer labia and licked inside her. I lost it for a moment, quit thinking about hygiene or anything. I was intoxicated by the natural fragrance of her pubic area and stuck my nose into her vagina and started licking the raspberry surface of her anus, only for a moment before I slid my mouth back up to her clit.

She was very wet and slick as I pushed my two middle fingers into her with my palm up and hooked my fingers upward. Gently massaging inside her as I sucked her clit in and out of my lips, she started to move her hips, then writhed more rhythmically as she softly moaned. The tempo increased with my fingers going in and out of her until she clamped her thighs tightly to my head as her vaginal muscles clamped on the sides of my fingers. Her tension loosened and she lay still on the bed as Jean softly caressed her breasts. I slid my fingers out of her, ending a thoroughly relaxing massage.

As Michelle relaxed on the side of the mattress, I started with Jean’s massage. He was not an overly built young man, but had firm muscles that I could knead with some pressure. Massaging his legs and butt was so different to the touch than Michelle. Although they were close in size, his body was so much firmer. I could feel the resilience as I pushed against his tight round ass. When he rolled over onto his back, his erection was sticking strait up. The foreskin, showing protruding bluish veins was straining at the edge of the swollen head. Like myself, he was dripping viscous fluid from the continuous erections we had while we massaged Michelle. There were little wet spots and streaks all over the sheet from our combined leakage.

I massaged the top of his legs around his hard cock, sometimes “inadvertently” letting my arm brush against it just to watch it strain even harder. Finally, just looking at his fine hard member was too much for me to take. I wrapped my fingers around it and gave a gentle squeeze. It withstood my grip as if it were made of wood. I slid the skin back, exposing the soft swollen head and ran my nose behind it along the shaft, savoring the faint fragrance of smegma. Moving my nose further into his crotch I could smell the cumin fragrance of his scrotum as I put my mouth over it and sucked in one ball. Sliding my hand up and down the loose skin on the shaft of his penis, several beads of viscous pre-cum rolled across my knuckles. I wiped it back onto his penis, making it slick and shiny.

I straddled his legs and my balls were laying on top of his. Our cocks were touching, side by side as we faced each other. My hands were on his pecs, squeezing the firm rounded muscle while my thumbs darted across his stiffened nipples. I leaned forward, pressing his and my penis between our abs, our own viscous fluid spreading the surface with a slick lube. I pushed forward, our penises being rubbed between us as we started a rhythmic thrusting Kirazlıtepe Escort Bayan that became a fluid sliding as our sweat and pre-cum soaked us. His underarm fragrance was wafting up in the heat as we held hands with our outstretched arms. I lowered my head into his armpit to drown my senses in his fragrance. Impulsively I started licking the fine wet hairs in his pit, savoring the taste of salt on my tongue and lips.

The tempo of our thrusting increased as we slid up and down in the beads of sweat that rolled off us, until the moment that our bodies tensed and we gripped each other’s hand tightly and filled the space between us with cum. Exhausted, Jean and I lay there together as our retreating cocks ebbed along our slimy abs. Michelle, who had been watching from the side stroked Jean’s sweaty hair then ran her other hand gently down my back as the three of us lay there serene and quiet and satiated.

I reached up for some tissue and wiped the cooling cum from Jean’s and my abs. I got up to go piss while Michelle slid close to Jean and they were embraced on my twin sized bed. When I returned they were sleeping, so after admiring their beautiful, naked young bodies for a moment, I covered them with a sheet. Doubling both their sleeping bags and putting it next to my mattress, I wrapped myself in a sheet and soon nodded off beside my two young lovers.

I awakened in the morning light and saw my still sleeping young lovers lying side-by-side on the mattress. Jean was on his back with his morning wood tenting the sheet. My own turgid cock got a little stiffer thinking about it. Michelle awoke and reached over with a familiarity and grabbed his erection, gently sliding the skin back. She threw back the sheet exposing their beautiful young bodies as Jean opened his eyes groggily while Michelle stroked his very stiff cock. They both looked at me, watching them.

Then, as if it was no more than sharing a meal in front of someone else, they started making out, kissing passionately, stroking the others’ body, squeezing nipples, fingering her pussy while she stroked his cock. Soon Michelle straddled Jean and slid herself over his cock, holding for just a moment before lifting up and down in rhythmic fluid motion. Jean thrust upward to meet each of her downstrokes and this went on for several minutes as I held my straining cock, occasionally stroking it. Michelle looked over and smiled.

Jean lifted up and turned Michelle over where he was on top of her sliding in and out of her with some force. Michelle pulled her legs back so far her knees were touching her shoulders as Jean rammed his cock in and out of her with increasing tempo. By this time I was stroking my own cock to the same tempo as Jean’s thrusts.

I could hear the young lovers breathing increase until they became actual sounds of building ecstasy from Michelle and grunts from Jean. The heavy breathing of my own building orgasm was lost in their increasing moans until both Jean & Michelle let out a scream of climax at the same time I shot cum all over the sheets, some landing on the two lovers but went unnoticed at the time. As they lay there recovering, I quietly got up to go piss, then went to the kitchen and started the coffee.

My two young lovers joined me shortly for coffee and pastries, then started packing up to hit the road again. I walked them to the door and gave each a hug and kiss goodbye. They thanked me for my hospitality and I thanked them for the wonderful evening and morning of intimacy and memories.

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Mindy finished in bathroom, yelled that she would be right back and was out the door. I’m supposed to be pretending I’m asleep.

Yeah, at this point in time it doesn’t make sense to me either.

Mindy and I are in Las Vegas. We are co-workers, and have been for more than a decade. Working in different departments we have had little contact in that time. I was very aware of Mindy and her sexy body. She knew me, but was never more than polite until just over a week ago.

It was then that Mindy came to visit me in my office with a problem. She needed $30,000 to repay money she had borrowed, without asking, from her church building fund. Her boyfriend, and co-homeowner, is the church treasurer and knows nothing about the “borrowing”. He also doesn’t know that Mindy gambled the money away in the Colorado casinos. I had recently come into enough money that I was quitting the company. I agreed to give her the 30 grand, if she would be my sex slave for the weekend. She was less than thrilled (pissed actually), but very desperate to keep her relationship and freedom. Desperation won out, and here we are.

Today is Saturday, late morning. Mindy was to have found a creative way to wake me up this AM, but she forgot. So, I just spent the last 20 minutes using my hand and a ping pong paddle to make sure her ass, and the rest of her, would not forget again. Towards the end of her spanking she convinced me to stop beating her very shapely ass; by saying she would find a creative way to wake me up, like she should have. My hard-on overruled me, and here I lay.

I’m not tired, as I had slept for 10 hours. I had already been up to pee. I am hungry. I am bored. My hard-on had dropped to Def Con 2, as the minutes have dragged by. Fantasizing about what is to come isn’t working.

You see, Mindy is 37 (10 years younger than I am), but could pass for 27. She has round, c-cup breasts, on a medium frame. Mindy’s tits have the most delicious looking erasure nipples this side of the Playboy mansion. In heels, her long, tanned, and gym-enhanced legs look to on forever, and her high, heart-shaped ass, causes men to get slapped back to eyes-forward whenever she walks by.

In the past 18 hours I have tapped that three times, including cuming in her ass twice, spanking her once, making out with her half naked in the elevator, using a vibrating egg to get her off in the restaurant downstairs, and made her run naked to our room. I’m pretty much living the fantasy.

I hear door open and think “Finally” and so does Bruno. He is instantly trying to peek up to see what she is up to. Mindy walks over, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and says

“Just a few more minutes, stud. I need to get ready.”

“Shit!” I think. I’m tired of waiting. My cock is suggesting that I just grab her, bend her over the bed, and fuck her as I knead her firm breasts. But, after three orgasms in 2/3 of a day, his appetite is more under control. So I just reply, with eyes closed and feinting sleep;

“This better be good. I am dying to bring out the riding crop.”

“It will be.” she says with a slight quiver, betraying the apprehension she has about her plan.

I hear her walk away, close the bathroom door, and then the shower comes on.

“Oh, hell no”. I’m thinking. “A few more minutes, my ass.”

I’m starting to work up a little anger, when an idea occurs to me. I should be videoing some of this action. I don’t why I didn’t think of this before. It’s all happened so fast. Plus as I have been violating every orifice of her body as fast as I could get it up; there hasn’t been a lot of blood in my brain.

But, now with a few clear minutes it hit me. After this is all said and done, Mindy and I are back on even terms. In theory she could try to make some sort of issue of what we are doing, later on. I mean I could too, but you never know who might have more to lose by then. Not to mention I am sure I would love to relive some of this fantasy when we get back home.

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my phone and iPod. Yes, I still have an iPod. I like it, and it has video capabilities. I figure I will get a couple of angles and zoom levels. It takes me about ten minutes to get everything set up. I finish about the time the shower stops. I was married for twenty five years, so I know that she isn’t done. But, I am surprised that it is only about five more minutes before I hear the door open, and Mindy walks out.

I had already gotten back into bed, with the covers to my waist. I’m facing out, eyes closed, on the side that faces the bathroom. My senses were on high alert, and so was my dick. We both had no idea what to expect, but we both had high hopes. I could feel Mindy put her weight onto the bed, in two spots. I assumed she was about to lean over me. That was confirmed when something lightly touched the top of my cheek, and left something behind. I was about to open my eyes, when Mindy whispered.

“Shhhhhh. Keep you eyes closed, baby. I have your breakfast ready. Just roll onto your back. Shhhhhhh”

I did as I was told, and I felt her slowly move the covers off my body, turning my tent into just a tent pole. She climbed on top, straddled me, Escort Kıraç and I felt her stop just short of my very hard cock, and then shift her weight forward.

“Open your eyes.” She said softly.

I did and there to greet me were Mindy’s beautiful, bare, breasts. The left one was dangling just an inch from my mouth, and both nipples were hidden by a dollop of whipped cream.

“Are you hungry, stud?” she asked in a sexy voice she had not used with me before.

I was and I licked the closest tit, while both of my hands rose to grab one each. I was careful not to disturb breakfast with my hands. I wanted all of that creamy goodness in my mouth. I licked again, and then rose up to engulf her hard, erect nipple into my mouth. The sweetness of the whipped cream, and the hardness of the nipple mixed together to produce a response that I almost could not control. Instead of the near reflexive biting down, I just lightly caressed it with my teeth. I felt her shiver slightly, and then I pulled back.

She guessed, correctly, that I wanted the other breast’s treat, and I went at this one with more gusto. I licked her nipple, hard, like a child with his ice cream. I took most of my own cream treat with the first swipe. I continued licking, this time around the edges, still catching her erect nub with my tongue. Both hands were now busy squeezing and kneading each breast, feeling their fullness and weight. With the whip cream gone from the second, I went back to the first to insure I had missed nothing, and enveloped that nipple again. Mindy moaned, just slightly under her breath.

“I’m still hungry” I said

Motioning to the bedside table, she said “There is plenty more. Do you want to me to do the honors?”

I didn’t answer her, as I leaned over to get the bowl of whipped cream. When I was back into position, she leaned closer allowing her firm melons to dangle closer to me. Rather than use the spoon, I decided to let gravity take care of it, and I dipped each nipple into the bowl and set it to the side.

This time I took as much breast, nipple and whip cream into my mouth as I could and sucked deeply. I drank in the sweet cream and felt the half inch nub glide over my tongue and lips as I swallowed. Then I greedily attacked it again, this time with the intent of suckling like a pig, while mauling her melon with my hand. Finishing, I turned to her other breast and with two aggressive licks I had most of the cream vanquished leaving the nipple bare for my next assault. Again I could not resist a long pull on Mindy’s ripe breast. Sucking on them, while also alternating between gentle squeezes and rigorous massages sent waves of pleasure that culminated in a cry for release from my groin.

But, as delicious as Mindy’s breast had been, I wanted to taste her lips and tongue. These did not need the flavor of whipped cream. Mindy’s may not have done a great job giving head, but I had found out that she could kiss. I intertwined one hand in her hair and pulled her down to meet me. She opened her mouth willingly and our tongues began to dance and play. My hands, unable to enjoy Mindy’s breasts in this position, caressed her back, hips, and one found her well reddened, and slightly swollen, backside and gave it a squeeze.

Mindy winced from the jab of pain, but did not break our embrace. My hands continued their travels all over her body, occasionally stopping to feel the heat of her ass and to give her butt cheeks a gentle massage. I really loved Mindy’s ass.

I reached down to try to guide Mindy onto my cock, but she broke our clench, leaned back to an upright position and asked with a pronounced pouty voice.

“Aren’t you still hungry? I made sure to get you a clean plate to eat from.”

I followed her eyes down to her now hairless pussy. That shower had not been a waste of time. As horny as I was, the thought of eating Mindy’s pussy full of whipped cream was irresistible. I reached for the bowl, as Mindy rolled over on to her back and spread her legs for me to take in the sight. And what a sight it was. The lips of her labia were swollen in anticipation and glistened with her own juices. The baldness of her pussy uncovered and enhanced her evident desire. It seemed to cry out, ‘My defenses are gone. Take me’. I moved over in between her legs and reached in with my head. I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. She jumped, and then moaned out.

“Eat me. Please eat my pussy. Do it now, please”

I dipped the spoon into the creamy fluff and came away with a nice measure. I hovered over my target and let gravity be my spatula. The cream oozed off and then landed with a silent plop right at the top of her pussy. I waited for just a second, as it started to slide, down and then used two fingers to smear it around her blood engorged pussy.

Then I began my tongue maneuvers between Mindy’s legs. I worked my tongue outside in, going around and around her opening. As my tongue filled with cream, I swallowed it and savored the combined sweetness of the whipped cream and the honey of Mindy’s own juice.

Mindy moaned in pleasure, and squirmed with anticipation.

“What do you want me to do?” Kıraç Escort Bayan I teased.

“God! Keep going! Eat my pussy! Lick up that cream!”

With the outside devoid of white, I made one pass starting just above her little rosebud, and licked right up the middle, ending with another flick of her clit. There was a long moan following that flick. I worked around the top of her pussy, avoiding the little pea, and driving her crazy with anticipatory pleasure. Then I licked each side of her lips, slowly, with just a bit more than the tip of my tongue cleaning all of the whipped cream away.

With this accomplished I began my probe on the inside of her pussy, pushing my tongue in as far as it would go. I began down at the bottom of her opening, and moving it in and out, trying to both gain depth and spread her apart with my mouth muscle. I slowly worked my way up to the top and began a direct assault on her pussy nub with my tongue.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to cry.

I did not stop, licking her clit directly, for just a moment and then focusing on the areas all around her little pea. Every few seconds, I would add a lick or a flick to her clit. Each time I was rewarded with an involuntary twitch or a moan. I went about bringing her anxiety level up and up, adding a little more attention to her nub, with each cycle. But it was when I put my clenched teeth on it and started to hum that pushed her over the edge and she cried out

Oh Jeez! Oh! Oh! I’m…….I’m cumming!

With that she clenched her legs around my head, and I got an idea of how she must have felt when I held my cock down her throat. I couldn’t breathe, but I wasn’t panicky. I was impressed by the duration of this orgasm. She released my head, and I crawled up between her legs, stopping to lick a stray wisp of cream from her glistening stomach and getting side tracked long enough for a little nipple play. Then I was lying on top of her, face to face.

“I’m full. But, you look hungry to me.” I said.

She grinned, and as I rolled off her, she rolled off the bed, grabbed the bowl, and moved to the bottom of the bed to approach my very erect rod from that angle. Mindy decided to take an aggressive approach. She swooped her hand into the whipped cream, and grabbed my cock with that hand, in one motion. The white sweetness went everywhere, including my balls. She moved her sticky hand down around to cup them for a fast second and then began her own oral assault.

With a light grip established she leaned and took me into her mouth to just past the head. She wrapped the underside of my organ with her tongue, and then slid slowly down, like Bruno was a cherry popsicle. She kept going down until I touched the back of her throat. I felt her swallow the accumulated whipped cream. Then she began to lick the underside of my cock, sending a jolt of pleasure each time her warm touch caressed my member. She withdrew completely and turned her attention to my balls, where she tried to clean up all of the white mess that she had made. I squirmed with arousal, wanting her to take me back into her mouth. I waited only a few seconds longer before directing her back to my cock, where she took me at once.

Once I was inside her mouth, Mindy began to slide my cock in and out while maintaining both suction and her tongue on the underside of it. The up and down motion combined with Mindy’s tongue sliding up and down the underside of me, felt incredible. I was starting to lightly thrust, and had Mindy’s hair in one hand. My other was fondling one of Mindy’s hanging breasts, alternating between kneading her melon, and rolling her erect little erasure. I was beginning to lose it.

Mindy felt me start to tense, and grabbed the base of my cock. She squeezed firmly, but it did not hurt. She then straddled my cock and I felt the warm, silky wetness of her pussy, as I easily slid inside her. She waited only a moment to savor the fullness before she started to gyrate up and down. I watched as her breasts bounced up and down. Their momentum was arrested at the bottom of each bounce, causing a slight shutter before she ascended again. I could only endure that sight for a few strokes before both her breasts were in my hands, being manhandled and fondled.

I pulled her into me so I could enjoy sucking her nipples while she bobbed endlessly on my rod. My now free hands worked their way up and down her back, finding her ass. I slid my hands all the way down to cup the cheeks of Mindy’s fine bottom. After squeezing them for a few moments, I grabbed hold and arrested her up and down motion, while I was mostly out of her pussy. I then began thrusts of my own, rising to ram into her suspended cunt, all the while squeezing that fine ass cheeks.

Taking control had thrown the switch, triggering the start of my orgasm, but I caught it time. I still had one more hole to fill. I released Mindy’s ass, worked my hands up, to her head and pulled her in tight for a long kiss. As I released her, I whispered.

“Put me in you ass.”

She hesitated for just a beat and then found herself and replied

“OK, stud.”

“Tell me you want in your ass” I said in a louder Kıraç Escort voice.

“I want you in my ass” she repeated, not quite as enthusiastic as I wanted. I knew that her butt was sore from both the spanking and the earlier reaming. I decided to add a little incentive.

“You want me to add stripes to your sexy bottom, instead” I whispered.

“No!” she said just a little too quickly. She recovered herself and then said, in her best sexy whisper, emphasizing the word “fuck” each time

“No, stud. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Fill me up. Fuck my ass!”

“Much better” I thought as I pulled my cock out of her pussy and began to line it up for a rectal plunge. I felt her tighten and wince slightly as my cock touched her little starfish. Then she slowly applied pressure until I began to breech her tight opening.

She drew in a gasp as I made it past her outer ring. Not being patient, I began to apply pressure to her hips trying to force her down faster. She resisted

“Ow! Ow! “Let me relax first!” she replied.

Not liking her having this much control I pulled out and told her to beg me to fuck her ass from behind.

“Do me from behind! Fuck my ass! Please fuck me ass!” she moaned.

She really did not want that riding crop to flay her already tender bottom, wide open.

She got off of me, got on her hands and knees, and dropped her face to the bed, sticking her red and inviting ass in the air. The she added, while starting to slowly rub her clit.

“Do me! Do my tight little ass!”

Impressed, I lingered just long enough to grab the KY jelly from the night stand, and applied a liberal amount to my shaft, and added a little to her awaiting orifice. Having just penetrated her ass, I did not hesitate once my cocked touched her opening and I was able to get past the outer muscle with little trouble. Feeling the now familiar tightness of Mindy’s ass squeezing my shaft, I slowly, but persistently, pushed in. I felt the tightness that was at the head of my organ, envelope it, as I drove all the way to the bottom of Mindy’s ass.

I lingered for a couple of moments to take in the sight. My cock was buried as far as it would go in Mindy’s bung hole. I could see her, eyes closed and mouth part way open. Mindy was looking to the right side with an expression half way between pleasure and pain, on her angelic face. Her weight rested on her left side, as her right arm disappeared beneath her body. The flexing of the muscles in that arm and shoulder told me she was working her pussy as hard as she could, not waiting for me.

“Talk to me” I said

“Ooooh, that feels good. Hurry! Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum!”

I began to slowly pump her in and out. I felt her pick up the pace of her own manipulations, striving to both bring about pleasure and forget that her ass was now being stretched well out shape.

“Do you like having a dick in your ass?” I asked in an authoritarian voice.

“Yes. Ohhhhh Yes. It feels so goooooood. Faster! Make me feel it!”

That was no problem and I picked up the base, giving an extra thrust as I bottomed out. Each time I hit home, I felt my balls bounce off her fingers, and I felt the rapid rhythm she had developed. She was finger fucking her pussy, much faster than I was doing her ass. This was bringing her to fruition much faster that I was and I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and all but stop me in place.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out “I’m cumming! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

I fought through her muscle contractions with a few thrusts and then felt her release me, as her orgasm waned. Mindy’s ass still held me tightly, but I was now free to pump mercilessly. So released, I began to pound her ass just as hard as I could, using her hips as my fulcrum to leverage myself deep into her anal canal. I felt the beginning of my climax, and after being denied twice already, there was no stopping me now.

Mindy sensed what was coming and was now merely trying to survive the pounding her ass was receiving. She relaxed as best she could, and I could see the pained looked on her face and hear the soft grunt each time I bottomed out.

“Awwwwwww Shit!” I exclaimed as my balls tightened. With the beginning of my first rope, I pulled her hips deep into me and met them with a powerful final thrust. I held her ass against me as I felt one, two, and three ejaculations fill her ass. I continued with tiny thrusts trying to find another fraction of an inch of Mindy’s incredibly tight ass. But, there was a limit to her depths and I had found it. A few grunts and small gasps escaped Mindy as she held tightly to the blankets with two clenched fists, and buried her face in the mattress.

For what seemed like a full minute I held both hips tight against me as my wave of pleasure flooded over me and then passed. Then with an exhale, I slowly pulled back and watched as I inched back out of her back door. When my softening member came out, I reached underneath, found a breast handhold, and rolled us into a spoon position.

“Oh fuck!” I said “That was the best breakfast in bed I have ever had.

As she caught her own breathe, and likely letting the pain subside, she indulged me, gaining a few points in process by replying

“My pleasure, stud. But, I don’t think my little ass will ever be the same again.”

I just smiled as I mindlessly squeezed her breast.

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Journal Saturday, June 17, 1989 – Victoria was my queen.

I’m posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #8 in the series. 1-7 are posted. Cheers!

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Pat and I had made plans for this weekend but she had called earlier in the week and told me she had to do a family thing. She was living with her parents for the summer. “They’re going away next weekend, though,” she told me, “so we can spend the entire weekend together if you want.”

“Oh, I want, baby,” I told her, “call me next week and we’ll decide what to do.” I felt kind of weird dating the girl my best friend just broke up with but I didn’t think it was going to lead to anything serious.

As luck would have it Steve called shortly after Pat hung up. “Do you remember I took Brenda home last weekend?” he asked.

“That’s all you did was take her home?” I joked.

“Well after we stopped for a little back seat action,” he replied. “Anyway,” he continued, “guess who she said was in town this summer and was asking about you?”

“Stevie Nix?” I asked, intrigued.

“Not even close, moron. Who did you date for 3 years in high school?” he replied.

“Vicki Smith!” I said, “no way.”

“Yeah,” he went on, “they want to know if you and I want to go out with them Saturday.”

“That would be cool,” I replied, “tell them we can take the boat out for a midnight cruise.”

So that is why Steve and I were sitting on the boat with a gallon of Long Island tea waiting for the girls to show up. Vicki and I had dated off and on throughout most of high school. She had strawberry blond hair, a thin waist and was quite good looking. She had a nice chest which I had never so much as got to lay a finger on. The reason we ultimately broke up was I got tired of waiting for her to put out.

“So Vicki must be a pretty good lay if you dated her all through high school,” Steve said.

“That’s the sad part,” I replied, “I’m embarrassed to admit I never ever got to feel her tits.”

“No fucking way, dude.”

“Yeah,” I had to admit, “I was a huge nerd. I didn’t know stop meant go and no meant yes until college. That’s why I finally dumped her for Robin senior year. I sure hope she’s changed or this night is going to be a huge waste.”

“Brenda hasn’t changed,” he smiled, “she still loves to fuck. Tell you what. If you can’t get Vicki naked I’ll swap you and have a go at her. I always thought she was hot.”

“Who’s so hot?” Brenda asked as they surprised us.

“We were just remarking on how hot both you girls are,” I replied.

Steve helped Brenda into the boat and I helped Vicki. “How have you been?” She asked, giving me a quick kiss.

“Great,” I replied, “you look great.”

“Thanks,” she said, shyly.

She did look better than ever. I couldn’t be sure in the dusk but it appeared as if her tits were bigger than I remembered too.

“What are you guys drinking?” Brenda asked.

“Just some ice tea,” I replied, “would you girls like one.”

“Sure,” they said in unison.

I poured them 2 large tumblers. “This does have some alcohol in it,” I said, handing a glass to Vicki. As far as I knew she never drank.

“That’s cool,” she said, taking the glass. That was an encouraging sign at least.

“To hot fun in the summer time,” Steve toasted.

The girls drained their glasses so we followed suit.

“That is very good,” Vicki said, holding out her glass for a refill, “I think I can taste some alcohol.”

I didn’t tell her it was about 180 proof but instead said, “You might want to sip those,” as I handed her glass back.

“Nonsense,” she replied, “we’re not in high school any more.” She chugged that one nearly as fast and handed me the glass for a refill. “They taste like kool aid,” she said with a grin.

I looked at Steve and Brenda sitting in the back of the boat. I thought Brenda might say something to her friend. “What the heck,” Brenda smiled, “I’ve never seen her drunk before. This ought to be fun.” She drained her drink too.

“Why don’t you take care of the girl’s while I get this cruise started.”

“I’d be happy to take care of two hot babes,” he replied.

Vicki stumbled toward the back of the boat with her empty glass and Steve filled her up. The three of them sat in the back drinking while I drove. I was heading down to a sand bar area where we could beach the boat. I looked in the back and Steve was sitting between the girls, an arm around each. Brenda had a hand in his lap and was nibbling on his neck while he and Vicki were making out. I figured I’d better break it up before Steve got both the ladies naked for himself.

“Is anyone going to come up here and help me navigate?” I asked.

“I’ll help,” Vicki said, standing up and nearly falling back down. Steve grabbed her ass to steady her but she still managed to spill some of her drink down her top.

“Shit!” she slurred, “I spilled my drink. That sucks. Now my top is wet.”

It was too dark to see through her wet t shirt but fortunately Brenda came up with Kınalıada Escort a wonderful idea. “Take it off,” she suggested, “it’s warm enough tonight.”

“I don’t know,” she said, “I don’t want to be the only one topless.”

“I’ll join you,” I said, whipping my shirt off. Steve followed my lead.

“I don’t know, Brenda,” Vicki said, handing her drink to Steve, “do you think we can trust them?”

“I sure as fuck hope not!” Brenda laughed as both babes pulled off their tops. I could see what Steve saw in Brenda. She had nice, round tits, easily bigger than his ex-girlfriend Pat’s knockers. They were nice and full and a little bit flabby. They lay nicely on her chest with her long, erect nipples standing straight out, begging to be sucked. I was somewhat disappointed that she was with Steve until I turned and saw Vicki’s naked tits.

Vicki’s tits were at least a full cup size bigger. They were smaller than Jane’s beauties but not by much. Large and oblong shaped, they spilled out and down her chest, then turned back out again. Her cute little nipples pointed slightly up. I guess her nips were normal sized; on her large tits they just seemed small. Steve whistled his approval. She turned and shook them for him as she was making her way up front.

“Hey,” Brenda said, punching him on the shoulder, “you’re supposed to be looking at my boobs.”

“Yes dear,” he said, turning to her and sucking a tit.

Turning back to me, Vicki stumbled and fell into my lap. “Look at that,” she exclaimed proudly, “barely spilled a drop.” She chugged the rest of her drink.

“You really should be careful,” I said, “there is a lot of alcohol in those drinks.”

“Fuck the alcohol,” she cried out into the night, “let’s party!”

I had never heard her use the word fuck before. My only concern was if I’d get to fuck her before she passed out. Fortunately we were at our destination. I beached the boat and turned off the motor. Vicki spun around in my lap and faced me. Her tits were breathtaking, only inches from my lips.

“Would you like to suck them?” she asked, seeing where my gaze was fixated.

“Baby,” I replied, “I’ve dreamed about sucking your tits for years.”

“What are you waiting for, silly?” she asked, pulling my head to her breast, “a written invitation.”

I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Vicki shook her tits back and forth, chasing my tongue from nipple to nipple. Her tits were even better than I had imagined; they certainly were bigger than I thought. I latched onto a nipple and bit down slightly as I sucked. Vicki moaned her approval. She ground her pussy into my lap as I licked and sucked her tits. From the sounds emanating from the back of the boat Steve and Brenda were having a good time as well.

I was trying to think how to get Vicki’s shorts off when she stood up and announced, “I have to pee. Want to go for a swim with me?”

Even though the water was only waist deep I figured I’d better tag along to keep her from drowning. I had to hold her up by the tits to keep her from falling down as she pulled off her shorts and panties. From what I could see in the moonlight, she had a cute, bushy snatch. Steve had Brenda bent over the motor cover and was hard at work fucking her doggie. Vicki paused and watched for several minutes.

“That looks like fun,” she exclaimed. She leaned over and gave Steve a big, sloppy kiss telling him, “save a dance for me, will you baby.”

“No problem,” he said as I helped her over the back of the boat. We waded over to the waist deep water. I had to hold her up and soon I felt a current of warmer water swirling around my cock and balls. Vicki giggled. I didn’t mind, the river water washed it away.

When she finished she slipped away saying, “If you can catch me you can fuck me.”

Fortunately she swam toward the sand bar. She was a good swimmer but no match for me. I let her get a few strokes ahead and caught her just as she was crawling out onto the sand bar. She looked more beautiful than ever under the stark contrast light of the moon. She looked over her shoulder, wordlessly begging to be fucked. The moon turned the drops of water clinging to her pussy hair to Silver as she bowed her legs, waiting. I hesitated briefly to grave the sight into my memory; I was only going to get to fuck Vicki for the first time once. I suppose naked, dripping wet under the moon and stars was as special as it ever got. I think she caught sight of my ten inch cock only moments before I slid it into her pussy. Her eyes grew as large as the moon and she moaned as my cock made its way deep inside her.

“Sweet holy fuck,” she exclaimed, “where have you been all my life?”

“Trying to get you into this position,” I replied.

“If I knew you had a cock like this we’d have been fucking 6 years ago.”

“I guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time,” I told her as I started pounding my rod in deep.

After that her replies became mostly unintelligible other than a few “fuck me harder” or “oh fuck, I’m cuming.” She was a surprisingly good fuck. She was either too drunk to care or was just a natural Escort Kınalıada talent because she fucked with wild abandon. About the third or fourth time she threw her head back and howled at the moon I joined her orgasm and filled her pussy. Afterward, we lay in the ankle deep water making out. “That was so lovely, ” she sighed, still slurring her words quite a bit, “why didn’t we ever do that in high school?”

“You wanted to be a virgin,” I replied.

She laughed, “I have a lot of catching up to do,” she said as we made our way back to the boat.

Steve and Brenda were sitting in the back seat making out. “I was just getting ready to come find you,” Brenda said.

“Were you worried?” Vicki asked.

“Naw,” Steve replied, “we were just going to leave without you.”

We laughed as we helped Vicki back into the boat. She was still feeling no pain. I had to help her get dressed. We made it back and dropped the girls off with no further incident.

“Dang!” Steve said as he helped me tie the boat up, “who would have guessed Vicki was that big a cock hound.”

“It just goes to show the power of alcohol,” I replied, “she’s probably had that in her for years.”

“Let’s do this again, ” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t mind giving her a try.”

“Sounds cool,” I said, ” if you hear from Brenda, let her know we want to go cruising again soon.”

Journal Wednesday, June 19, 1984

Vicki called Wednesday and said she wanted to talk. I wasn’t doing anything so I told her to come on over. I was hoping she wanted a repeat performance so I made sure I had plenty of beer and wine in the fridge and hit the shower. She arrived about 45 minutes later and I immediately got that sinking feeling; she was dressed like the old Vicki with loose jeans and a bulky shirt that made one wonder if she even had breasts. She gave me a peck on the cheek before sitting on the couch. “So, ” I tentatively began, “did you have a good time the other night?” “That’s what I wanted to find out, ” she said, blushing, “I don’t remember much. Brenda said I did but I wanted to ask you.”

“The answer is yes!” I joked. She just smiled shyly. “Would you like a beer?” I asked, heading to the kitchen.

“I don’t think I should drink,” she replied, “that seems to be my problem.”

“One drink won’t hurt,” I told her, “and it might help you relax.”

“Maybe just one drink,” she agreed, “do you have any wine?”

I returned with a bottle and two glasses. I poured the wine and toasted, “To good friends.”

She took a pretty hefty drink. She didn’t chug it like before but she emptied half her glass. I refilled it. “Do you really think I should?” she asked.

“I’ll keep an eye on you,” I smiled as she took another drink, “and I did try to warn you Saturday you were having too much to drink.”

“That was nice of you,” she admitted, “I probably should have listened.”

“Well we did have an awful lot of fun,” I told her. “If you’re worried about remembering, I can set up my video camera and then if you have any questions we can play back the tape next time we get together.”

“That might be fun,” she grinned, blushing again, “I’m pretty sure I can trust you.”

She smiled and took another drink while I set up the cam. I was coming to the realization that she was somewhat of a lush. She wanted so badly to get fucked that she used alcohol to overcome years of inhibitions. Her body language did seem to loosen up as she finished her glass of wine. She reached down and unbuttoned her top button while I refilled her glass. I had the TV on and she was starting to play to the camera a bit; another good sign. I figured I’d cut her off at two glasses. I was guessing that would be just enough to loosen her up without zapping her memory. “Would you like some help with those buttons?” I asked, setting down the bottle.

“What?” she asked, feigning surprise.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I smiled, “I saw them Saturday night.” I slowly undid the rest of her buttons, revealing a cute, pink lace bra. “And,” I added, “If you didn’t want me to see them tonight, you probably wouldn’t have worn such a cute bra.” Her face blushed again but she smiled, bravely. I think the wine was kicking in nicely. “They’re far too pretty to be covered,” I told her.

“Do you really think so?” she asked. I thought I detected a slight slur to her voice. She pushed out her chest and looked at herself in the TV. “I guess they’re not too bad,” she sighed.

“Most girls would love to have your boobs. To the prettiest set of breasts I’ve ever seen,” I said, raising my glass. We toasted and she drained her glass. I took her in my arms and we started making out, giving the wine time to kick in. She started slowly but before long she was pushing my tongue aside and thrusting hers deep into my mouth. She seemed ready for the next step so I asked her, “Did you want to slip out of that bra? I’d really love to see the rest of you.”

“Are you sure I took my bra off last Saturday?” she giggled.

“Would I lie to you?” I smiled.

“I suppose I can trust you, ” she sighed. She grabbed the bottle Kınalıada Escort Bayan and emptied it while I fumbled with her bra. “Do you have any more of this?” she asked.

I figured what the fuck, if that’s what it took to get her to go wild, who was I to stand in her way. I retrieved another bottle of wine. “Do you think I drink too much?” she asked.

“Honey,” I smiled, “as long as I get to look at the most beautiful set of tits I’ve ever seen, I don’t mind.” They were very fine looking tits, not quite as big as Jane’s, but not by much. They were firm and oblong shaped with nice, hard nipples. “These look happy to see me,” I grinned as she raised the bottle, “do you mind if I feel you up?”

“Did I let you Saturday night?” she asked.

“You sure did, ” I smiled.

She raised the bottle back to her lips which I took as a green light. I squeezed her tits together and flicked my tongue back and forth between her lovely, hard nipples. She guzzled the wine with one hand and held my head tight to her breast with the other. The way she was going it was a good thing we had the camera running. The way I saw it, the more she drank, the better she fucked. I was more concerned with getting both of her nipples into my mouth to suck.

“You do that so well, ” she moaned, setting down the bottle.

“Tits as beautiful as these deserve special attention,” I replied as my tongue snaked from one boob to the other. She seemed to enjoy it when I bit down on her nipples. “You should see what else I do well,” I added between sucks.

“I’m curious,” she grinned. She seemed to be getting just about drunk enough to take advantage of. Not quite as wasted as Saturday, but drunk enough.

“To show you I’ll have to slip your pants off,” I smiled.

“I don’t know,” she giggled, “did I let you take my pants off Saturday night?”

“Actually no,” I replied, “you took them off before I got the chance to ask you.”

“Well,” she laughed, “I guess if you’ve already seen me naked…”

She unbuttoned her pants and slid down the zipper. I knelt between her legs and pulled them off revealing her cute pink lace panties which were already wet. She grinned when I told her she must have been counting on my seeing her panties. I leaned down and licked her slit through the panties while she squirmed about the couch. “As pretty as these are,” I said, “I think we’re going to have more fun with them off.”

She raised her ass in the air and helped me slide them off. “What do we do now?” she sighed.

“I go to work and you lay back and cum all over my face,” I told her. I helped her pick her feet up and put them on the cushions. I looked back at the TV as she spread her legs wide and saw we were getting a great view of her cute little red haired pussy. I grinned and gave the camera a thumbs up with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Vicki lay back into the couch and moaned softly. As much as I enjoyed looking at her pussy on TV I enjoyed eating her more. I slipped my tongue between her luscious pussy lips to taste her nectar.

“You taste divine, ” I told her.

“My boyfriend never does that,” she moaned, “it feels so fucking good. Is it alright if I cum?”

“That’s the point of the exercise,” I explained, “cum early and cum often.” Show me a guy who doesn’t eat pussy, I thought as I slid my tongue deep inside her pussy, and I’ll show you a guy about to lose his girlfriend. “The more you cum, ” I added, “the better I like it.”

“Oh fuck,” she cried as her body began to quiver, “sweet holy fuck!”

I reached up and squeezed her tits while she came. She grabbed the back of my head and held on until she finally finished. “That was wonderful,” she sighed as I gently lapped up her fuck juices, “I need a drink.” While she raised the bottle to her lips, I ran my tongue across her pussy lips. “Would you like a drink?” she asked.

“You taste way better than any wine,” I said with a grin, “but I might have a little sip.”

“You’re so sweet,” she slurred “and you make me feel so good.”

“Not to ruin the moment, ” I said, “because we’re just getting started, but are you going to be OK to drive?”

“I told my parents I was staying at Brenda’s,” she smiled, “I hope you don’t mind.”

“That’s great; we can play all night,” I said, taking a swig of wine. She squealed as I drizzled some wine across her clit and pussy. Her squeals turned to moans as I licked it off, paying particular attention to her tender clit. “Oh fuck baby,” she cried as she began to cum again, “how do you make me cum like this?”

“Your pussy tastes so good,” I replied, “it just cums naturally.”

“I wish my boyfriend felt that way, ” she sighed, “he doesn’t like oral.”

“Forget about your boyfriend and just relax,” I told her. As I went back to sucking her clit I slid a couple fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I slowly finger fucked her while biting down on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I had a free hand so I slid a finger between her ass cheeks and started playing with her asshole. That’s all it took as she started cuming again. She raised he ass up off the couch and started fucking my face with wild abandon, crying loudly as she came. I finally found the wild cum slut from Saturday night and it was great. All it took to turn her from a mild mannered sexless, conservative girl was a couple bottles of wine and a well placed tongue. She came long and loud and hard, covering my face with cum.

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18 year old Jarrod stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom and looked down at his rock hard cock trying to push its way out of his swim team Speedo. He woke up with a raging hard on and that had been three hours ago. He had tried everything to get rid of it but it just would not go away. He had stroked it several times but to no avail. He could not get his nut off and it was getting pretty uncomfortable between his legs not to mention embarrassing considering he had to be at swim practice in an hour. He certainly could not walk out of the locker room in his current state. What was he going to do? He hadn’t even left his bedroom yet because he didn’t want his mother or sister seeing him the way he was.

Suddenly there was a knock at his bedroom door. “Honey, are you okay?” It was his mother. “You didn’t come down to breakfast and practice is in an hour. You know you should eat something before you go and jump in that pool.”

“I’m not hungry!” he called. “I’ll get something after.”

“Well then let me in to get your laundry,” she huffed, “I’m getting ready to start a load. I already have your sister’s stuff and I want to get yours.”

I’ve got a load, he thought to himself. “Just give me a minute, Mom.” Jarrod grabbed his team sweat pants, stepped into them and pulled them up his legs trying to cover his enormous cock that was leaking a heavy flow of pre-cum into his tight suit. He grabbed his sweat shirt and wrapped it around his waist, tying the arms over his bulge hoping to make it disappear. I really didn’t help much but he went to let his mother in his bedroom anyway. He stepped to the door, unlocked it, pulled it open and stepped to the side to allow his mother access to his room.

38 year old Hannah Jenkins stepped into her son’s room with a laundry basket tucked under her arm. She brushed past her son, who was standing next to the door a little hunched over, and wondered why he was looking so flushed. “Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a little pale. And why are standing there like that. Do you have stomach ache or something?” she asked, a look of concern appearing on her face.

“No nothing, mom.” he said a little too fast turning from her so that she couldn’t see what he was trying to hide between his legs. “It’s just a little cramp that’s all.” He limped away from her toward his closet to retrieve his dirty clothes for her.

Hannah put the basket holding his sister’s clothes beside his bed and said, “Jarrod, are you sure you’re okay? Turn around and let me look at you. Come on honey maybe I can help.”

Jarrod swallowed hard and turned to face his mother who was now sitting on the edge of his bed staring directly at him.

“Come here honey,” she beckoned him, “let me see if you have a temperature.” She held out her hand and encouraged him to move closer to where she sat.

As Jarrod approached her she noticed him keeping his hands in front of himself as if he were trying to hide something. “What’s wrong, dear? What do you have there? What are you trying to hide from me?”

“Nothing mom,” he replied through clenched teeth.

“Well then, move you hands.” She said with mock irritation.

Jarrod slowly moved his hands away and saw his mother’s eyes widen when she realized what he had been covering up. He stood with his hands at his sides and felt his embarrassment rise as his mother scrutinized his “problem.”

Hannah’s mouth went dry as she sat staring at her son who was sporting a very large lump in the front of his sweat pants. She thought she could actually see it throbbing inside its confines. She had never seen anything so huge Kemerburgaz Escort before. He certainly did not take after his father, though he was no slouch in the cock department either. She felt her panties dampen as she wondered what it would look like in the light of day. She noticed the look of sheer embarrassment on her son’s face and tried to assuage it by saying, “It’s perfectly alright dear. Things like this happen sometimes. It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed about. You’re a normal healthy boy and sometimes THEY,” she pointed to his problem, “have a mind of their own. Why don’t you go into the bathroom and take care of it.”

“That’s the problem, mom.” Jarrod said exasperatedly. “I can’t get rid of it. Nothing I do does any good. I woke up with it and it is really starting to hurt some. Should we call the doctor or something?”

“I think we can probably take care of your problem without a trip to the doctor. Come closer so I can get a better look.”

He took a few steps toward his mother and stopped when he was a foot in front of her. She had spread her legs to either side of him and he noticed that her skirt had ridden up and he could see the bright yellow silky panties she was wearing. Hannah made no move to cover herself up. He could see a wet spot forming on the front of her damn sexy panties. His cock throbbed out more pre-cum as she let him look.

Hannah saw him staring at her. “You like to see mommy in her panties?” she cooed and spread her legs farther apart, forcing her skirt even higher and exposing more of her panties to him.

Jarrod croaked out a very hoarse “yeah” and licked his lips. He used his mother’s and sister’s panties every now and then to jerk off with but to see his sexy mother still in them made him ache all the more. He watched his hot mother rub the front of her panties with her right hand grabbing for the waistband of his sweats with the other. Hannah tugged at the knot on the drawstring of his sweats and her son’s pants fell to his ankles. She took a quick intake of breath as she ogled the obscenely large cock her son possessed straining against its bright blue nylon prison.

“My but you have made as mess of your Speedos, young man.” She said watching his pre-cum flowing freely through his swim suit. “I’ve never seen a cock leak so much. You must have some set of nuts to go with that monster.” She teased.

Jarrod self-consciously reached to cover himself again and Hannah stopped him. “Don’t be embarrassed by it, honey. Be proud of it. Any girl would be damned appreciative to discover what you have in your pants. I think most guys only wished they had what you do.”

With that she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his Speedos and began to slip them slowly down his muscular legs. She leaned forward a little to get more leverage and the waistband pushed down past his throbbing member releasing it form its confines. His 11 inches snapped up and hit his mother in the chin, smearing a large blob of pre-cum on her lips. Her tongue flickered out and tasted her son’s essence for the first time. The freshness of it made her head swim and her pussy gush into her already soaked panties.

Jarrod’s swollen cock head pulsed only inches form her face. Hannah reached out, grasped it in her hand and felt the full weight of the cock her son had sticking straight out from his loins. She pumped it slowly a few times letting her hand become slick with her son’s juices. It felt like steel in her palm. God he had been carrying this thing around all morning. It was a wonder he hadn’t passed out from having all Escort Kemerburgaz the blood in his body re-routed to keep this monster hard for so long.

Hannah pumped his large fuck stick slowly marveling at how much juice was leaking form her son. It was a steady river that coated her hand with a slimy slick coating that she could smell when she leaned closer to him. She waived the huge cock head under her nose and took a big inhalation of his boy scent sending shivers to her pussy which throbbed in her little yellow panties.

She reached up to cup her son’s swollen nut sack. It was smooth and hairless and extremely bloated. His two egg sized balls jumped in their confines as she tickled them with her long manicure nails. This made his cock let out a long stream of pre-cum which dripped from the head and stretched toward her ample bosom. Before it reached her shirt, she stuck her tongue out and followed the string back to his head and gently kissed the tip siphoning the juices from his overly swollen mushroom cap as if sucking a milkshake through a straw.

Jarrod let a low moan. “Mom,” he said shakily, “No one has ever done that before. Your lips are so soft. I can feel something happening but my balls still ache so much. Show me your panties again. You look so hot in them.”

“I’ll go one better, my little boy,” she said looking up into his wide open eyes lovingly, “if you like them so much, I’ll let you look at them up close.” She held just the very tip of his throbbing cock in her lips, lifted her ass slightly off the bed and tugged her panties down her very shapely legs. When she had the silky wet panties in her hand she offered them to her speechless son and said, “I know you use my and your sister’s panties to relieve yourself sometimes so go ahead and sniff on these wet dirty panties and see if that helps you pop that gigantic nut backed up your sweet balls. Go a head, naughty boy, sniff mommy’s dirty panties.” She grasped his cock again and speeded up her pumping.

Jarrod took the wispy yellow panties from his mother with shaky hands and held the soaked crotch to his nose and took a huge sniff. His cock grew another half inch as he inhaled her heady aroma. Panties fresh from his mother’s wet pussy were better than any pair he had previously sniffed on. “Oh my God, mom,” he moaned around the wet gusset covering his nose, “the wet spot in you panties smells incredible. My nuts are really tingling now. I’m so close.”

“Wait,” Hannah said sexily, “We don’t want you to make a mess all over Mommy. You’ll need something to dump that big load into. Hold on and let me see if there is something in here.” She said rummaging through the laundry basket by his bed.

“Ah, her we go.” She said with a smile in her voice as she pulled a pair of his sister’s hot pink silky bikini panties form the basket. “These should do just fine. She must have had these on last night on her date with Jon. The pussy stain in them is rather large and they’re still damp. Would you like to dump your load into your sister’s dirty panties?” She smiled up at him showing him where his sister had left her naughty mark in the silky panties.

Jarrod couldn’t speak as his nasty mother placed the head of his leaking cock into the crotch of his sister’s panties and began to pump him with renewed vigor. His juices rewetted the mess that his sister left behind as his pre-cum soaked through the dirty gusset.

Hannah leaned in and again waived his giant cock under her nose taking the smells of her extremely excited son and her 19 year old daughter as well. “My goodness,” Kemerburgaz Escort Bayan she cooed to his throbbing member, “you’re going to cum right in your sister’s dirty little pussy stain aren’t you? You’re going to fill these silky pink panties up and by the way your looking, that should be real soon.” Hannah pumped him even harder and noticed that her daughter’s panties were stuck to the head of his engorged cock head. “Go ahead, darling boy, let Mommy fix your problem. You need to cum in your sister’s panties. I want you to cum right in her naughty pussy stain. Soak her dirty little panties with that huge load.”

Jarrod looked down at his sexy mom jerking his giant fuck stick in his sister’s panties and could not hold back the flood of cum that had been building up in his bloated balls all morning. His mother’s panties smelled way too good! And she was pumping him so hard in his sister’s panties.

“Mom, something’s happening! I’m gonna cum! Keep pumping, I’m gonna cum! Make me cum in Sissy’s panties! I need to cum so bad! I’m gonna unload in her dirty panties. Here it comes!” and with a loud shout Jarrod began pumping his pent up seed into his sister’s panties.

The first blast pushed through the soaked material of his sister’s dirty gusset and made a large dollop of thick white cum cling to the thin silken panties. The second blast added another large dollop of his cream to the mess and completely covered his swollen head. His load was thick and viscous and clung to the dirty panties wrapped around his cock.

The sight of her son’s thick mess pushing through her daughter’s dirty panties was too much for Hannah. Her sons load was inches from her mouth and she leaned forward and stuck her tongue into the large glob of cum clinging to her daughter’s panties. As the third large blast shot into the panties, Hannah opened he mouth and let the head of her son’s emptying cock rest between her slimy lips. She kissed and sucked and tasted her son’s cum mixed with the mess her daughter had left in the sexy panties. His load was so huge it was completely obliterating her full luscious lips. She used her index finger and swiped a large cum drip from her chin and hurriedly thrust it into her sopping pussy. She rubbed her son’s thick cum on her clit and came instantly.

She held on tight to her son’s softening cock as her giant orgasm subsided. She pumped him a few more times making sure his balls were completely and utterly empty. She licked the remains of his load off her hand as she removed her daughter’s panties from his spent cock. She used her daughter’s panties to wipe the thick cum from her lips and chin and then held them up so her son could watch her clean all the mess out them with her tongue. When she was finished she tossed them back into the basket of dirty clothes.

“There,” she said lifting his now deflated cock, “this should fit into those little Speedos of yours now.”

With that she pulled his swim suit back up and tucked his very happy cock back in the tight nylon. “Jump in the water as soon as you get there and no one will notice the mess in you Speedos.” She gave his big bulge a kiss and told him to pull his sweat pants back up if he didn’t want to be late for practice. “You can keep my yellow panties for later when you get back from swimming. I’m sure there is more in those giant balls of yours to load them up later.”

She stood, gave him a peck on the cheek and gathered his soiled clothes from the closet. “Wait a minute,” he said to Hannah as she was leaving his room. “I need something else for later, too.” He sifted through the basket she held and came up with a silky purple pair of his sister’s dirty panties. “These will do just fine!” he said and stuffed both his mother’s and sister’s panties under his pillow.

As she left his room heading for the laundry, Jarrod quickly pulled his sweats up and raced out to practice. He wanted to get back home as soon as possible.

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“Hey, Trish? I didn’t see any–“

My husband stopped dead as he opened the door of the bedroom and saw the two of us there, naked on the bed. His eyes grew so big I almost laughed in spite of everything else I was feeling at that moment.

‘Us’, was Karen and I. It was Mike’s 44th birthday. Karen was his gift. I was the one giving her to him. At least, that was how simple it was supposed to be…

The threesome idea started when I ran into Karen online not long ago. She had been me and Mike’s neighbor years ago, when we were all in our 20s and before Mike and I were even married. Back then, blonde bombshell Karen was the hottest thing on two legs. She was nice enough, but I never got close to her because I was admittedly jealous. And when, one day all those years ago, Mike had confided in me that his fantasy was to have me and Karen in the same bed, I politely said ‘no way’. And he’d been fine with that.

In fact, he’d been so great about it that when I saw a picture of the older, 40-something Karen online, I decided to finally give Mike his wish. From the picture, Karen looked like she’d put on a good deal of weight, and while still quite attractive, I had the assurance that my body was now the better eye-catcher between the two of us. It gave me the confidence I needed to invite her into my little party. I was thrilled and terrified when she accepted.

Things started to change when I finally saw Karen in person, just moments before my husband was expected home from work to find his ‘gift’. Yes, she was bigger than she used to be, but somehow no less sexy, and as I watched her undress, the more clothes this woman removed, the better looking she became. And this coming from a strictly heterosexual woman.

The plan was to get naked and surprise Mike, but Karen and I ended up being the ones getting the surprise. As we undressed in the bedroom, I kept stealing looks at her body. Her eternal tan was gone, but her milky skin was smooth and mouth-watering. Her ass increased at least as much in its appeal as it had in its size. The C-cup breasts that used to jut out so proudly from her chest hung lower now, but they were also bigger and looked less plastic, more womanly…More beautiful. And they were tipped by the most astonishing areola–the color was so faint I literally couldn’t tell where it started until she showed me. The weight Karen had put on was distributed perfectly, with no unsightly rolls of flab or cellulite. And her face was still gorgeous, always sporting an effortless smile. But it was when Karen showed me her fuzzy strip of vanilla-colored pubic hair, the real hypnotizing began.

She caught me staring at it, then offered me the chance to touch it, as it was her feature she was most proud of. When I put my fingers into the warm fur, I understood why. Her pubic hair was as soft as the down of a little bird. I petted her for a long time before I realized what I was doing.

This led to a kiss, which led to more, which ended with us intertwined, rubbing our bodies together on the bed, climaxing together. When I was done, my body felt like it had experienced something from another reality. The pleasure I felt seemed impossible. I had done this with a woman; that thought kept running through my head. But overshadowing it was my body’s demand for more.

As my husband took his time making his way to the bedroom, Karen and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Or our lips. I kissed her more deeply than I’d ever kissed a man. I’d never been so fulfilled, yet so needful for more at the same time. Without words, I knew Karen felt the same way. She went down on me. Finished me with her mouth. I cried out as I held her to me.

And then we heard my husband, Mike, approaching.

I didn’t want him to know. I told Karen that. She understood. And I understood when she told me she wasn’t ready for Mike anymore. She wanted to continue this impossible thing we’d discovered. And so did I.

But there was no hiding it. Mike was seconds away from finding two women on his bed, naked, sweaty, desperate…but not for him. There was no time to call this off. Either he would know what we’d done, or we would cover it up and just go through with this threesome as planned.

I knew it wasn’t the best of options, but I had an idea. And I told Karen to trust me…

…and now Mike was here, naked and a little wet, having just gotten out from the shower.

“Happy Birthday!” I said, forcing enthusiasm into my voice. I wasn’t unhappy, but I was scared. I wasn’t sure I could make this transition when my body had made it so abundantly clear what it wanted. I was afraid Mike would notice.

He asked the obligatory questions, making sure this was real, and that I was really okay with all of it. I nodded as best I could. I really was happy for him. It was just hard showing it after everything that had happened. I expected to have to fight through a little jealousy this evening. I just hadn’t expected it would Kemankeş Escort be Mike who I was jealous of. And knowing that Karen shared my thoughts made things even harder.

For a daring moment, I wondered if I should just confess and tell Mike I wanted Karen to myself. I’d be ruining my marriage and changing every aspect of my otherwise typical life. It was insane. But for an instant I considered it. And I didn’t go through with saying it only because I knew I would need more time to make that kind of decision. For now, I had to pretend Mike was the only person on my mind.

Mike climbed onto bed. I offered him a glass of margarita. Karen and I had been drinking too much of it in the last moments before Mike came in, hoping the alcohol would mask the flavor of woman that lingered in our mouths. He declined the drink. Wanted to get down to business. I couldn’t blame him.

It felt hot, and I hoped it was the room, not just me, because there was no other way to explain why Karen and I were covered in a light film of sweat. Thankfully Mike didn’t seem to notice. He and Karen chatted. He tried to make normal conversation, but his straining erection gave his real thoughts away.

Mike leaned in and kissed me. It felt so weak, so cold, compared to the way Karen had kissed me just seconds before he opened that door. But I knew he was putting love into it. He whispered a thank you into my ear with a trembling voice that I barely recognized. I couldn’t help but love him right then. I wanted him to be happy, and his tremendous appreciation, now evident, helped me to finally get into it. Karen and I would come later. But right now, this was about Mike.

I gave Karen a nod, letting her know it was okay to begin. Okay to touch my husband. As soon as I did that, I knew everything would be all right, because the nerves I felt about sharing my man came back. The feelings were faint, but they were there, and growing.

Karen took my husband’s erection in her hand, wrapped her delicate fingers around it, and stroked him slow and firm. The head of his penis grew so purple-red and big that I feared he’d lose it right then, but he held on. He took Karen by the shoulders, half following and half guiding her as she bent over, bringing her face down between his thighs. She stopped just short of him, puckered her lips, and then blew a gentle breath across his pulsing head. His whole body shivered. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and gasped.

I made my move, and I made it fast. I knew if I wasn’t quick about it, I would miss the chance. I reached between Karen’s thighs and rubbed a finger up along her wet lips. She wasn’t expecting the touch, but she knew it was me. She thrust her hips back, pushing against my finger, and as she did this she rose, speeding up Mike’s stomach and chest, licking him the whole way. His eyes were still closed and his head was still back. He couldn’t see what I was doing. So I kept my finger against her. She licked up his neck, over his chin, and then they kissed.

At the moment my husband’s tongue swirled into this other woman’s mouth, I pushed my finger inside of her, and her reaction was instant. Karen rose up and away from me, then back down hard, urging me deeper as she took out her frustrations on my husband’s lips. There was the passion I’d missed when Mike kissed me. And I took a deep breath as I realized Karen’s passion was for me.

As they made out, Mike rose up on his knees, and so Karen had to follow. So did I, keeping my finger inside her and scooting up beside the both of them, hoping Mike wouldn’t steal an unexpected glance and catch me.

But Karen wouldn’t let him. She was enjoying what I was doing to her too much to let the kiss die. I fucked her deep, trying to go slow, reveling in the feel of her hot, wet, velvet interior clenching my finger.

Mike had been busying himself with Karen’s gorgeous breasts, holding the heavy white flesh in his hands even as they squashed against his hard chest. But then I saw his fingers gliding across her sides, around her back, toward her butt. Karen had a beautiful ass, large and full, but firm and smooth. Her crack was deep, and Mike worked the tips of his fingers until they disappeared in between those two hugging globes. He gripped her tight, squeezed her, and though his fingers were still safely away from bumping into my hand below, I didn’t dare risk that he wasn’t moving there next. I pulled my finger out of Karen and she stopped kissing Mike immediately, desperate to catch her breath.

Her face was flush when she looked at me, and the look told me that it was all because of my doing.

She sunk down, eyes on me the whole way, but Mike was too excited to notice. From his perspective, all he saw was Karen’s head moving down, down. Her chin bumped into his shaft, and then she licked it, swirled her tongue around it, teasing him.

I jumped when a hand grabbed me, palming one of my breasts Escort Kemankeş and kneading it. It was Mike. He groaned and groaned, looking at me only occasionally. Otherwise his eyes were closed as he concentrated on the pleasure, and even more on not succumbing to it completely.

I loved the feel of his big hand on my tit, and I pushed my body to it, but I would’ve given it up without pause for the chance to touch either of Karen’s. I leaned to him, kissed his arm, trying to imagine it was Karen’s flesh, but to no avail. Still, he felt good. Hard and manly. I rose up on my knees right next to him, kissing my way up his shoulder and to his neck. The top of my thigh pressed the side of his. My chest squeezed against his ribs. His hand rounded my body to my butt, which he grasped and squeezed just like he had Karen’s, fingers buried in my crevasse. It felt great.

But even better was feeling Karen’s eyes on my pussy, which is where I knew they were now that I had lifted myself right next to where she continued to lick and tease my husband’s cock. I hoped she knew what I was thinking, but to be sure I made it obvious and spread my legs a little further apart.

Karen read me perfectly. She covertly slipped a hand between my legs, cupping me fully for a moment before inserting a single finger. I tried not to be too obvious when I pushed myself against her hand. I was very nervous about being caught, and it occurred to me that Karen might not know Mike’s fingers were on my ass just inches away, so I couldn’t risk letting her finger linger inside me for long. But while it was there my body clamped onto her with a death grip, and even when I told myself to loosen up, my pussy held her tight. Karen sensed I needed to let up, and she withdrew, flicking my clit lightly before bringing her hand to Mike’s testicles.

I licked Mike’s ear, relieved that he hadn’t looked down at Karen with open eyes until now. She stopped teasing him with her tongue and finally wrapped her lips around him, sucking and bobbing, her lips wet but his shaft dripping. As Karen went down on my husband, she looked up at him–at us–and I was so excited by the gaze of her gorgeous brown eyes that I knew I just had to have more of her. And soon.

It was getting dark outside, and with the shades closed, the room was getting darker. But it wasn’t nearly dark enough for me to get away with anything even remotely obvious. I worked my lips up, kissed Mike deep and hard, and tried to think of a way to get my mouth off him and back on Karen.

“Oh thank you so much for this, baby,” he panted while our tongues wrestled. He continued to squeeze and rub my sweaty ass, the tip of his pinkie an inch away from my tingling anus, while he brought his other hand to my chest, kneading my left breast. As we kissed, Karen worked her magic by sucking him, causing him to pull his mouth away from often so he’d have room to gasp. Every time he broke away for a breath, after catching it, he’d tell me again how thankful he was and how much he loved me.

Odd that those words didn’t give me an ounce of hesitation in my mission for Karen.

“She said you could cum in her mouth,” I said. “She said she would swallow.” It was treatment he would’ve gotten from me, anyway, but I wanted him to know so he didn’t have to worry about it when the time came. Then, “But she also said she loves getting cum on her face.”

Telling him that might have been too much for the moment, because he groaned as loud as he had since it all started, and I honestly thought he was cumming right then. But instead he pulled away from me, leaned back onto the bed, trying to control his breathing and holding back the orgasm I was expecting. I let him go, but Karen stayed with, making her own muffled, sexy noises as she sucked and slobbered all over him.

Now on his back with Karen between his legs, Mike was able to relax a little more, but I wasn’t about to let him. His new position gave me an opportunity. I leaned over him, licked one of his nipples, then caught his eye and smiled devilishly.

“How ’bout you give me a real ‘thank you’?”

He knew what I meant, and I knew I didn’t have to ask or wait for a reply. I moved up to his head, threw a thigh over his face and lowered myself to his mouth. My clit was in line with his bottom lip, as if we were in a sixty-nine, so I had full view of Karen sucking him and the delicious dual mounds of the top of her ass swaying ever so slightly just beyond. I knew from past relationships that, unless you’re doing a sixty-nine, the natural position to get eaten while on top was clit to nose. But doing it backwards was normal for us when Mike went down on me, and I insisted on being on top when he did it. The reason is a little bit of a story in itself.

When we first got together, Mike and I were both of the same minds when it came to anal sex. Neither of us was really interested, and he’d said that he’d even tried it. Call us prudes Kemankeş Escort Bayan if you want, but hey, look at what we’re doing now! Anyway, exploring that region was never an issue, and we were both fine with that.

But one time when we were in the midst of a particularly long sixty-nine session, I grinded my cunt against Mike’s mouth so fiercely that, over a span of about five seconds, I bumped my little puckered star right against his nose, and twice he inadvertently licked it with an out of control tongue. I almost came right then. The sensation was so unexpected, but also unexpectedly good. It was like someone had pushed a button that electro-shocked my whole body. The sounds I made when he touched me there had to have relayed my feelings, but rather than go with it and see where this new experience took us, Mike pushed me away, positioning me so there was no chance his tongue (or nose) would find anything but pussy. He even used the sheets to wipe his face, an overreaction to be sure, but the signal was sent. I was so disappointed that I wouldn’t have come at all if I hadn’t already been driven so close.

There were other signs that he wasn’t into it that I won’t get into. But the fact is that I loved that little moment, and so I told him I preferred to be eaten out with my clit at his bottom lip, when the truth was I liked that position because, even if he wouldn’t touch my bud again, I could still feel the breath from his nose puffing against it.

Never would I have guessed that such a little white lie would help me begin to make love to another woman. Doing it backwards like this opened a window for me. Being in good shape but still at best average in my weight, my ass was very nice but thick, and I had to spread my legs wide to open my crack enough to feel Mike’s breath there. In this position, my thighs made a veritable wall blocking his vision, even if he craned his neck to look around the curve of my butt. Unless he threw me off of him, he’d never see what I was up to.

Already Mike was into it, eating me out as good as ever, if not a little too eagerly. I thought to myself, even at his best, he’s not as good as Karen. Obviously driven by Karen’s exceptional cock-sucking skills, Mike plunged his tongue into me, sucked me, kissed me, puffed hard up my crack and across my begging anus, and despite him not being Karen, I was still swimming in pleasure before I could even make my next bold move. I had to consciously tell myself to stop moaning so he wouldn’t know where my head was from the sound.

Karen was taking him good. I was actually quite shocked. Mike has a pretty big dick, about eight inches long and fairly fat, with a very soft but very bulbous head. It was the biggest I’d ever had, anyway. When I deep throated him, I had never been able to sink down all the way, and could only hold him in my throat to the count of three before the gag reflex came in. But Karen had her lips at my best mark already, the tip of her nose lost in his pubic hair, and she hadn’t backed up off him since I’d been watching her. The breathing coming through her nostrils blew hard against what little of his shaft remained to be inhaled, and somehow that strong sound and the force and concentration I knew was behind it made me worried that perhaps her little fling with lesbianism was already dead and forgotten.

But then Karen reached up for me, found my breasts, and held one, flipping her thumb back and forth over my nipple. I was so relieved I moaned a very loud “Yes”, then added, “Oh, Mike” to conceal the truth of it.

I arched my back, pushing my chest against Karen’s hand. I never took my eyes off her as she throated my husband. And even though I wanted it be my pussy instead of that cock in her mouth, I found what she was doing terribly arousing. I wanted her to kiss me like that; I wanted my tongue to gag her like Mike’s prick was. I wanted her to suck my tongue, squeeze it with her lips. Just kiss me till I came from it…it, and nothing else.

“Oh God…Oh God…” Mike said from beneath me, from practically inside me. There was an extra tension in his voice, like he was getting too close but couldn’t say stop. Karen read this too, and she gagged right off of him, a long, thick string of saliva webbing from her mouth to his glistening, beet-red pole.

Keeping the one hand on my tit, fondling me, she stroked him with her free hand, the sound very wet and squishy. She looked right at me. She hadn’t yet bothered to wipe or lick away the long string of spit that hung from her lips. It was nasty yet irresistible. I leaned forward to kiss her, shocked but pleased that she was already on her way to meet me.

I had told myself not to moan so as not to tip Mike off, but I just couldn’t help it. The moment our mouths met, I was crying out and moaning so loud the sound overwhelmed every other noise in the room. It was for that reason Karen did close her mouth around mine. She’d later tell me that she feared my moaning, too, and our actions would be more obvious if my sounds were muffled by anything other than Mike himself. So we shared a loud, messy, frenzied kiss. Our tongues lashed out and curled at each other. Our lips rubbed together but never pressed. It was the most heart-breaking tease ever, and I loved it.

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I would like to thank “kitten1964” and “ChasP” for editing this story for me.

All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

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Hi, I’m Randy and this is my twisted tale on family sex, better known as incest. It started 2 years ago when I was 22. At that time, I had been married only a year to a beautiful sexy woman whose profession happened to be a stripper. We actually met for the first time while she was dancing at a local gentlemen’s club.

After we married, Debra, or “D” as she likes to be called, wanted to keep dancing. I’m a very open-minded person and had no problem with her doing that. The greatest part about having a wife as a dancer was we installed a dance pole in our master bedroom and I got to see her newest routine before anyone else. Not to mention all the free lap dances I received. So our sex life had been one fantastic experience.

So how did this turn out to be where I wound up taking my mother to bed? Well, even I couldn’t believe how it happened.

Let me start by saying that I would be lying if I said I had fantasized about having sex with my mother. Or that I jerked off every time I saw her ass sway by me. The truth was my mom, Ronda, was your average 40’sh women. I had never noticed anything special about her breasts, ass, or legs. Her hair was naturally dirty blonde and I’d always seen her wear it up in a bun – I think it made it easier for her to keep it out of her eyes at her job at the library. Yes, mom’s a librarian. So her attire was very plain, also. She wore black framed glasses that covered her dark brown eyes and wore very conservative long skirts. And I’d better not forget to mention the typical white, brown or black sweaters that covered her B sized chest. Yes, there was nothing special or sexy about her to make you say, “Wow, I’d like to tap that.”

I guess while I’m at it I should include dad, George, in this. Well, like mom, he’s your typical hard working blue collar guy. He worked as a mechanic for a shop downtown. He’s a little older than mom, almost 50, with hair turning white. He’s average height and weight, and like mom has brown eyes. The only thing that stands out in my mind is dad’s hands. They’re beaten up and bruised from working on the cars and trucks he dealt with daily.

As for myself, there’s nothing special there. I take after mom with my hair dirty blond and have my parents’ brown eyes. I’m not a hunk as the girls would say, but I’m no slouch either. I guess I’m just as plain as my parents. If you had asked how I got to marry such a sexy woman, my answer would be, “I still have 2 wishes left.” So there you go, my family in a nut shell.

So as you can see, except for my exciting wife, my life had been average. Until the day mom saw D dance.

It happened the day I got a call from mom just before I left work. Her car had trouble and she couldn’t reach dad for a ride home. I told her I had to pick D up and asked if she wanted me to swing by afterwards since she wouldn’t be finished for another hour or so. Mom didn’t want to wait in her car and asked if I could come get her; she’d wait with me for D to finish.

It felt kind of strange having my mom walk into the strip club with me. I found an open booth off to the side and ordered a couple of drinks while we waited for D to come out and finish her last set. Some other girl had been dancing at the time and noticed mom looking around the place at all the people as they watched the girl intently, as she removed small parcels of clothing to the sexy music.

I had a hard time hearing mom as she spoke over the loud music that mixed with all the background noise.

“Guys really enjoy this, don’t they?”

“Enjoy what?” I asked, as I leaned over the table to hear her better.

“Girls stripping and dancing.”

“Of course,” I yelled back. “We’re guys.”

As the girl finished her set, mom noticed a guy left with her to a back room.

“Where are they going?” Mom asked.

I found it difficult to talk to mom about what the girls did when they weren’t on stage. But I swallowed the lump in my throat and gave her the cleanest explanation I could of lap dancing.

I watched as mom blushed at my feeble attempt to explain how the girls did a private strip dance and sat on guys laps while doing erotic moves.

Mom didn’t say anything after I finished but looked back at the stage as D stepped out. We watched as D started her routine wearing a very sexy white laced teddy and a white g string that barely covered her mound.

D smiled as she caught sight of us sitting in the booth. If I hadn’t been feeling uncomfortable before, I was now, as my sexy wife paid more attention to us, showing us her sexy strip tease, than the rest of the room. I looked at mom as her mouth opened in shock when D did a split with her ass facing us and bopped it up and down off the stage.

Mom commented on how fit and nimble D was and I felt my face blush. Finally D finished and walked off the stage. I knew it wouldn’t take Kayışdağı Escort her long before she would be dressed and ready to leave.

This free time had given mom another moment to drill me on some questions.

“Doesn’t it bother you knowing all these guys are watching your wife strip and dance provocatively?”

“No. I find it kind of exciting,” I said. “I know they have to wish for what I already have. She’s leaving with me and they’re going home alone.”

“But, what about those lap dances?”

“Well, those did take me awhile to get used to. I do have a hard time picturing another man rubbing his crotch on my wife while she gets him off. But for some strange reason, I now find it exhilarating.”

“You do?”

I couldn’t believe I was having this talk with my mother, the most innocent, sweet woman I know. I was more or less saved by the bell as D came out dressed in her blue jeans and a white skin-tight tee and plopped down next to me.

“Hi Ronda! I didn’t expect to see you here,” my wife said as she grabbed my drink and took a sip.

“Mom’s car broke down and needed a ride.”

“Oh. So what did you think of tonight’s routine?”

“I thought it was a good one,” I said.

We finished our drinks and made our way to my car. I held the door open for both women and drove to my parents’ house. I couldn’t say the conversation was enjoyable as we traveled down the road. It was mostly made up of mom asking D a whole bunch of questions about her job.

“So was it hard for you to start dancing nude?” Mom asked. My wife has no problem talking about anything. Unlike me, she felt comfortable with the topic.

“At first, yes. But as time went on, it I started to enjoy knowing how my body had an effect on the male population.”

“Is that why you still dance, because you like teasing all those men seductively with your, might I say, very fit body?”

Deb laughed and said, “I think it is. But I also like giving your son his very own private show every once in a while.”

“I was going to ask you about that.”

“Mom!! Please!!! Save this for when I’m not around, will you?”

“What’s the matter? Does this bother you?” D asked.

“Hell, yes. I mean. Shit! You’re talking to my mother about this stuff.”

“Well she is a woman also, you know,” Deb said and continued on with her conversation with mom. “So what do you want to know?”

“Well I think my husband and I have fallen into a slump, and I was trying to think of some ideas that might spice up our sex life.”

“Mom!!!” I yelled as I couldn’t believe she was discussing her sexual problems in my presence.

“Randy. Be an adult,” mom said as Deb playfully slapped my arm.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He isn’t this shy when we’re in the bedroom and I’m dancing.”

“Oh my God,” I said. “Please, can we just change the subject? Or at least wait until I’m not here to listen to this?” Well, that fell on deaf ears as they kept talking. My poor brain was forced to hear all the things that were wrong with mom and dad at home. How they didn’t have that much sex and how dad seemed too tired all the time. I started to feel sick as my mom told my wife how her sexual needs were not being met.

“Thank God we’re here,” I said to myself as I turned into their driveway.

As mom exited the car, D suggested to her “You know, Ronda, I could teach you to pole dance. I’ll bet that would perk your hubby up.”

“That sounds great, D, except I don’t have a pole in our bedroom.”

“Randy could install one for you. He did ours.”

How the hell did I just get elected to do this? I thought as the girls hashed out the details.

I guess until I got around to installing the pole, mom was going to come over and practice with D in our bedroom. D also mentioned to mom that she had a whole wardrobe of sexy clothes that would spice things up. I didn’t want to hear anymore and I did my best to hurry them along. As I drove us home, I had to ask D why she offered such advice to mom. Again I heard her say “Your mom’s a woman and has her own needs.”

I’m sorry. But in my eyes, my mom was so much more than a ‘woman’. I saw her as Mom.

I made sure I wasn’t around when D taught my ‘Mom’ to pole dance, or any other kind of dance for that matter.

I had done my best to stay clear of their dance sessions. But D wanted me to see what she had taught mom. Every fiber in my body screamed Fuck No!

But Deb persisted and grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bedroom. Mom was standing by the pole in clothes very unbecoming of her. Her hair was still up in a bun but the rest of her attire was a pair of tight sweatpants and a very tight T-shirt. D pushed me onto the bed and told me to stay. I watched as she went over to the CD player and started the music.

“We now have an audience,” D said as I noticed mom’s expression looked embarrassed in appearance.

“I.. I don’t know about this, D. I think I agree with Randy on this being Kayışdağı Escort Bayan awkward.”

“Your first time is always the hardest. I think it will be better to get those shy feelings out of your system by performing in front of your son. That way, you won’t hesitate when you dance for your husband in that outfit I gave you.”

Oh thank god she didn’t have on the outfit, I thought as mom started to sway her body slowly to the music. D sat next to me and coaxed her into the routine.

“That’s it, Ronda. Just close your eye and feel the beat. Get your hips moving. Yes that’s good. Faster now,” D said as mom picked up the pace and actually started to dance. Faster and more freely, mom moved. Her body swayed from side to side as her hands began to slide sensually up her body and grabbed her breasts with both hands. Her breasts! I wasn’t looking at a heavy wool sweater, but at my mother’s perky breasts as they hugged tightly to the stretched material. My eyes were fixed on them as her hands seductively rubbed and squished them together. Mom’s nipples became downright sexy, as I admired how firm and large they looked. I was shocked at myself for actually wanting to see more. More of her lush globes that were taunting my eyes.

I felt a twinge in my groin as mom pressed on. Her hips didn’t miss a beat to the music as she faced away from us and placed her ass in plain view. The green sweat pants clung tightly to her body and the material pressed tightly into her crack. The visual effect it had made it seem as if her ass was bare.

In my entire life I had never seen mom’s ass look the way it did then. It was small, round and firm in appearance, and I was awed at its magnificence. My mom has a sexy ass! I thought as mom bent at the waist and swished her sexy tight ass from side to side and then abruptly stopped. Mom leaned slightly over and bent her knees, causing her ass to lift slowly higher in the air. She would then straighten her body out and bend again. And again. And again. Faster and faster mom went until her ass jiggled rapidly for us. Mom quickly turned around and ran both hands down from the side of her breasts to her legs while she lowered her entire body to the floor. When her hands reached her upper thighs, mom was in a crouched position and she spread her legs wide. Her hands then moved closer and closer to her mound until it looked as if she was rubbing herself. Her body rocked back and forth while her hand moved faster and faster across her mound.

I couldn’t believe what was happing, as mom seductively played this erotic show before me. I was getting hard. Mom had turned me on. This is sick… I’m sick… I have to be sick… This is MOM, not some stripper. Not my wife giving me a private dance, I thought as my dick went to full hardness. But I couldn’t help it. I was lusting after my own mother. She was no longer this shy, loving, innocent woman I knew, but a hot blooded female with a sexy tight body. And my cock knew it. The moves she made became more and more seductive and erotic in nature, and I started to breathe heavier and faster.

I felt something and had to look down. D had put her hand on my thigh and was rubbing on my leg. I felt her lightly squeeze and my dick responded by spilling a small amount of cum into my briefs.

Mom had become less self aware as the music played, and her body just let go. She was now on the floor in front of us. Mom had her ass firmly planted on the floor with her hands behind her. Mom spread her legs and braced her weight on her hands and feet lifting her ass high off the floor. Faster and faster mom went, until it appeared like she was humping the air.

My mind raced as her crotch stared at my face and shifted up and down. My mouth began to water as mom again moved her hand to her mound. She moved onto her back and rubbed her mound while her ass continued lifting and falling. Faster mom’s hand went as her hips pushed up off the floor. I thought I was going to die as my heart pounded hard in my chest and sweat formed on my brow, until mom put me over the edge.

Mom got up on her knees with her legs spread wide and straightened her upper body. Her eyes were closed as she swayed and moved to the music. I watched as her left hand ever so slowly reached for her excited breasts and toyed with them. Mom clutched, squeezed, and rubbed as her mouth parted and light whimpers escaped her mouth.

Mom slowly glided her right hand down her body. Down to her waist it went, until her fingers reached the rim of the sweat pants. I gasped as I watched mom twist a knuckle under the material and the rest of her fingers disappeared. The material was so tight the bulge clearly showed her hand as it slithered down to her pussy.

I held my breath as her fingers manipulated and played with her sacred spot. Faster and faster her hand went. Mom’s mouth parted more and her breath quickened. Her other hand still caressed and toyed with her hard nipples as they protruded out of the tight shirt. Mom’s Escort Kayışdağı hips began to move back and forth as her fingers dug at her cunt. Mom moaned, pushed and bucked, faster and faster. Loud whimpers and moans were heard over the music as mom pleasured herself in the presence of her own son. And then it happened. I watched as her body tightened and her hand pushed hard into her mound. “Ohh. Ugh. Ugh. Awww!!!” I heard mom sigh and grunt, as her body shook out of control.

I was so engrossed watching my dear beloved mother bring herself to orgasm in front of me, I didn’t realize I had shot my own load into my pants. Mom had made me cum. My own mother. I felt D shift her hand and reach for my cock as she spoke words of encouragement to my mom as she recovered from her climax.

“Ronda, that was so hot. I think George is going to love it. Don’t change a thing,” she said as her head turned and looked at me. “What did you think of your mom’s performance, Randy?” Mom quickly stopped all movement and opened her eyes. I think in her aroused state of mind she had forgotten I was present because her face went red as she removed her hand from her pants and rapidly stood up.

“I… I… I think,” was all I could say. D had to finish my sentence. “I think he agrees. I mean you did make him cum in his pants.” Oh fuck. I can’t believe she told mom that. “I mean, he’s all wet. See?,” she said as her hand left my crotch and a dark moist spot appeared between my legs.

“Mmmom… I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was…” But mom abruptly spoke.

“It’s okay, honey. I think I’d better go. Thank you D for all your help,” Mom said as she rushed out of the room. I heard mom fumbling with what I think was her coat and heard the front door open then close.

D laughed and commented to me as I heard mom’s car drive away,”See I told you your mother was also a woman. I bet you never thought she could have done that to you.”

I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I came watching my mother. “I’m a horrible, horrible person,” I said.

“Why?” D asked. “Because your mom got you excited? That was the whole point of this. I would have thought I married a gay guy if you hadn’t gotten turned on by that.”

“But that was my mother. My own flesh and blood. I’m not supposed to see her doing what she did. It was so wrong for my body to respond to her like that.”

“You’re human also, Dudley Do Right,” D told me. “So clear those thoughts out of your head and stop worrying over something that made you feel good, and just accept the fact your mom is hot to you.”

I let out a loaded sigh and D grabbed my hand before I could stand up.

“Soo. Say it… ‘My mom is hot.'”

I know my wife and knew I was in a losing battle over this. So I responded.

“Okay. Okay. My mom is hot,” I said nonchalantly.

“No. No. No. No. Say it like you accept the fact she’s hot. Try again.”

“My mom’s hot,” I said with a little more reassurance.

“More… Put some feeling behind it.”

“My mom’s hot!”

“I don’t believe you.”

D’s teasing had gotten me annoyed and excited, and out of the blue I just went crazy.

“Mom’s a hot fucking cunt! With a great tight ass that’s just begging to be grabbed!”

D went silent and looked surprised.

“Okay. I guess I believe you now.”

“Sorry,” I said, as I got up to change out of my wet pants.

“Wait,” D said as she grabbed my arm and halted me. “I want to feel your cock before you clean yourself up.” And she walked up to me and plunged her hand down into my sticky pants. I felt her hand toying and squishing around my prick and then down to my balls. “I love feeling your dripping dick in my fingers. I don’t know why, Randy, but realizing your mom’s dancing got you off is getting me hot.”

“Honey, please,” I said, as her fingers worked my dick back to life. Harder and faster D stroked until my big fat prick was ready for business.

I grabbed D tight and pushed my lips to hers. My hips pushed against her hand and I felt D wrap a leg around mine.

Her hips pushed against me as her pussy rubbed up against my thigh. I could feel the heat pour out of her mound. My wife had become horny and I knew my husbandly duties were being called out.

I wasted no time unzipping her jeans and letting them puddle below us. D also had mine off in a flash along with the sticky briefs.

“I want to taste that sperm you gave up for your mom.” D said as she slowly knelt before my stiff cock and slipped it into her warm wet mouth. I felt her tongue lick and poke around, on and under my shaft as her fingers touched, toyed and pulled on my balls, building more of my fluids up to the tip.

“Oh. Fuck, D. If you want to fuck me you’d better do it quickly or I’ll blow again,” I said as my hips twitched, pushing more of my slippery dick past her moist lips.

“Mmm you taste so good. We should have had your mom clean up this mess before she left. It is her fault you made it,” D hissed as she licked and lightly stroked on my shaft.

“D. Please stop that. Ohh,” I pleaded as my balls boiled another batch of hot sperm.

“I can’t help it, Randy. I’ve seen other girls masturbate on stage. But seeing your mother do it in front of her own son. Oh. I’m so fucking wet now,” D replied as she inhaled my cock completely down her throat.

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Heraclion. Summer.

My cunt craved dick more than ever, so I dressed up for what felt like a promising night.

I groomed my pussy and it was a sweet little strip of soft down there. I lightly sprayed my perfume over my body, pulled on my high-heel patent leather pumps, and went out the door in search of a man.

I ended up at a spacious cafe and bar at the city’s center. Boys were stealing glances at me when they thought I wasn’t looking.

I sat at the bar with a drink in my hand, and soon I felt two pairs of eyes looking persistently my way. Both men were very masculine and attractive. I lowered my eyelids as I returned the gaze, and smiled. My bedroom eyes were inviting them to be close to me.

They were Greeks, well built males, their chest hair escaping from their open collars, carrying that “everyday man” scent I adore… what a pair!

Typical Mediterranean beauties. Hard bodies, tight pants, golden skin.

The wedding ring on both of their left hands denoted they were taken, but their gazes, full of lust, vouched for their naughty intentions.

They appeared to be two hot-blooded men, who were looking for a woman to share.

I could not resist their gazes any longer. They were stripping me all this time with just their eyes. I smiled again, they approached and introduced themselves.

“Lina,” I said, when asked my name.

I brought their glasses together and I clinked their drinks. The boys exchanged looks of approval.

Ilias was Dimitri’s best man.

Two men, close friends, hungering for me, heightened my already raging arousal. I was imagining all sorts of kinky sex. It ignited my imagination and I was thinking of all the possible ways these two could enjoy my body, and the thrill of two hard cocks, my pussy, and three sets of moist lips, blended together.

What I love when bedding two men at once is their collaboration while they are inventing spontaneous, powerful, crazed ways of fucking me.

Soon I found at the table, with these two men freely touching my body, with their hands beginning to roam lightly all over my body.

We finished our drinks and I let them follow me back to my place.

As soon as were inside, I closed the door behind us and they pressed Kazımkarabekir Escort me between them and began feeling my body all over, kissing me in turns, and having their way with me, a passionate, eager slut.

Ilias, who was a bit larger, was groping my ass with his massive hands. Dimitris, more athletic, was groping my wet cunt with his long fingers, reaching in through the top of my panties.

They lifted me up and took me to my bedroom, drawn to the darkened room.

I was thrown onto my bed, atop the covers.

Dimitris pulled off my tight skirt, and was soon between my thighs. He pulled down my panties and threw them at Ilias, who caught them in mid-air and gave them a good strong sniff.

Then Dimitris started licking me like there was no tomorrow, rubbing his nose viciously on my strip. I was in heaven.

“This pussy is delicious,” he told his partner when he lifted his head from my cunt.

‘Let me see’ said Ilias, and he pushed his friend away, and placed his lips on me as I lay on my bed with my legs spread wide.

“You wanted to be fucked hard, didn’t you?” he asked. “I can smell your perfume down here. You were determined to get dicked tonight, weren’t you, you slut?”

I nodded, pretentiously shy.

Both men were then at my cunt, tongues lapping as they continued eating me out. They didn’t miss a spot! My clit was passed from tongue to tongue… My mind was reeling with the fact of two men between my thighs, completely lost in my wonderful pussy, now wildly wet and inviting. I was moaning and twisting my thighs, pinching and pulling both of my nipples in ecstasy.

They then paused and both undid their pants and pulled off their shorts beneath. They kicked the clothing aside. Two large, hard dicks were above me.. Ilias had a very thick one, Dimitris was longer. The two cocks were ready to fuck me, and I was now crazy with lust.

They removed their shirts and lay against me in bed. They seemed such a confident pair, which made me realize that they had lots of experience with threesomes.

I got between them legs and began to suck on their hard dicks one at a time, and soon they had both of their cocks pressed against each other, and in Kazımkarabekir Escort Bayan my mouth.

They both fucked me this way, dicks shoving in and out between my wet lips, and they started to emit cum slowly. I eagerly swallowed every drop. I was frantically sucking the two gorgeous cocks, although I found it difficult to manage both of them in my mouth.

Ilias drew himself from me, moved behind and shoved his massive dick quickly into my wet, throbbing, hot pussy. I screamed loudly. Dimitris shoved his long cock violently deeper in my throat, silencing my intense response to being so forcefully fucked.

They were now fucking my mouth and pussy deeply, and after a short time, they changed roles. They swapped many times during the following hour, and both their dicks explored my pussy in different ways. One was in me deeply, while the other was spreading my cunt widely. I could not get enough.

Then ilias pulled out, turned to his friend and said, “Time for both of us in her at once.”

Before I realized it, Dimitris was on the bed holding his huge erect cock upwards, made me lean all the way over him and pushed my cunt all the way onto his dick.

Ilias thrusted his thick dick violently alongside his friend’s cock, forcing me to accept them both. He was in me from the rear, and they both fucked me, each at his own pace.

Cocks moved in and out of me, at time both in me but never fully withdrawing. They slid against each other, wet from the precum and my creaming cunt.

I moaned and sobbed and cried out with lust, wanting it to continue, wanting all of them inside of me, wanting both of them to cease the ravishing.

There was nothing to silence me, and I loved hearing my voice express my ravenous appetite for cock.

My pussy stretched to it’s full potential. The boys were ripping me apart with no mercy.

I could feel their dicks against each other, deep in me, reaching the limit of my lust. It hurt. I loved it.

There pleasure was overtaking them. They both were speechless, sweat appeared, and they were plowing into me faster and faster. I sobbed… “Stop.. stop… ohhh..”

I got up, and looked at them ecstatic with lust. Both held Escort Kazımkarabekir their hard cocks in their fists, stroking the wetness. Continuing to sensation.

“I want you both to cum in my mouth.”

I got on the floor, and went to my knees. I and started rubbing my pussy and nodded for them to come closer.

“Jerk each other and cum for me,” I gasped, softly. My eyes were on two men’s hard cocks, inches from my face.

They both grabbed the other’s dick and started jacking in front of my face. Ilias moaned and his legs started shaking. He quickly began to ooze cum from his cock, and Dimitris pointed his dick at my mouth when it started shooting. Cum spurted in long arcs, past my face, on my eyes, and most fell in my open mouth. Hot, sweet and watery jizz soaked my tongue.

Dimitris shoved his friend’s cock into my open, cum filled mouth.

I was so hot. My clit was on fire.

I moaned as my orgasm built up. My body was rocked by spasms. I looked at them, both still jacking each other off.

I was filled with seed, that had me enjoying that sweet taste. I kept on rubbing my clit furiously, My wet cunt was dripping onto the floor, my hot juice sometimes reaching one or the other’s feet.

I faced Dimitri’s dick. I spit my cummy spit onto his cock, lubing Ilia’s grip. I knew right away that it droved him crazy, because he moaned like a beast and he started shooting even more cum into my face. His thick and very savory cum flooded my mouth.

I looked in to his eyes with lust. He was still hyped up from the orgasm.

I smiled back at him and kept on playing with their cums in my mouth, mixing them together. I got lost in that rich sense of taste and texture. My mouth was filled, and l liked it. I swallowed all the juices and opened my mouth to reveal an empty throat, looking deeply into his eyes.

They both looked at me with distant gazes. Their breaths were short and shallow, recovering from their intense orgasms.

“You are one hell of a fuck, aren’t you?” Dimitri asked.

Each of them grabbed his own dick and fed it to me till they were all clean again.

We lied in bed, soaked with sweat, with me in the middle. I sucked on their softening dicks till they went down.

I offered them a cigarette, they hit the shower, dressed up and walked out of the door.

Their perfect performance only left me hornier. I checked on the clock, “1:30”.

I dressed myself again, after a shower, tied my hair on a quick pony tail, and went out to seek my next cock. This was turning out to be a wonderful vacation for a single girl.

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Cleaning up the storeroom was without a doubt the most boring part of Michael’s job, and he seemed to spend all his time doing it. In fact, looking back he felt like he’d spent the best part of his working life in this cold and dark little room and he had often thought long and hard about leaving. He had worked at the university for twenty years, and hadn’t got a shred of satisfaction out of it. He had no wife, no children, just a dark and lonely house on campus. The only reason he had taken the job was for free time in the gym as a youngster, but it had been a long time since he had enjoyed this perk, and to escape his chequered past. He was now just a lonely, balding, fat middle aged man. Sometimes he really didn’t know why he bothered. It was at just such a time, whilst readjusting one of the shelves, that he saw something incredible.

Behind the shelf of towels there was a small hole in the wall, just big enough that Michael could peer through it. Through it he could see into the room adjacent, and what a room it was. The storeroom was right next to the women’s changing room, and Michael could see straight into it. It was very late in the day and he hadn’t expected to see anybody, but his luck was in. Just coming out of the shower was one of the most beautiful women Michael had ever seen, his cock instantly hardening. Wearing a towel from her chest to the top of her legs, she had shoulder length brown hair, a wonderfully youthful face and beautifully toned legs. Michael was dying to see what was underneath the towel, as he brought his hand down to his crotch, all the while keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the dripping wet woman in front of him.

Sara got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She always enjoyed swimming at this time, the pool was almost empty and she could just enjoy the feel of being in the water. The twenty year old walked over to the mirror and dropped her towel. Her body was brilliantly toned, hours of yoga and palates had firmed up her legs, stomach and arse fantastically. It was only when she was alone like this that she felt comfortable being naked. While not ashamed of her body, quite the opposite, she was shy and hated being naked in front of strangers. She ran her hands over her still wet body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her arse. For some reason she felt as if she were being watched, though thought nothing of it knowing it was impossible. Turning the hairdryer on, her mind wandered to her mundane plans for the evening.

Michael watched the girl get dressed as he played with his dick. She was phenomenal and he would have given anything to fuck her. When she had dropped her towel and revealed her full body his jaw dropped. Her arse was fantastic, toned and firm like a perfect peach, standing proudly atop her gorgeous legs. Her tits were incredible, a C cup that looked bigger on her small frame, and perfectly pert. He could just see the lips of her vagina, clean shaven and so inviting. He watched lustfully as she dried her hair and got dressed, before leaving just as Michael reached his climax, his cum spurting into his hand. Once he’d regained his composure, he completed his remaining jobs and went home, expecting that to be the end of it.

But Michael couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. Her legs, her arse, her breasts, he simply couldn’t get her out of his head. Sat in his armchair with the TV on, he whipped out his cock and fantasised about her, and wasn’t surprised by what his mind wandered to. In his fantasy he wasn’t just fucking her, but raping her. The thought of having such a beautiful and no doubt snobby young girl completely under control, to hear her moan and beg for him to stop made Michael incredibly aroused, and gave him one of his most powerful orgasms for a long time. That night he dreamed about her and at work the next day all he thought about was her, and what he would do to her if he could. He peered through his hole on a number of occasions, sometimes seeing some gorgeous young girls that caused him to reach for his cock, but at his moment of climax all he could think about was her. And then he saw her. Earlier than last time, she came in from the gym wet with sweat, and Michael almost exploded thinking about her on a treadmill, her arse swaying tantalisingly, and her tits bobbing up and down. He knew that he had to have her, by whatever means necessary. Looking in a mirror in his storeroom, he knew what that would be. He was fat, balding, hairy and old, and there was not a chance she would willingly shag him. And that meant only one thing.

Over the next few weeks, Michael studied her comings and goings, what time she was in the gym or the pool, when she would be all alone in the changing rooms. He found out some more information about her as well. Her name was Sara, twenty years old and spent a lot of time while on campus at the gym, as well as playing tennis for the university. She was a shy girl but one who had many friends and had no boyfriend that he knew of. He became bolder as the weeks went by, following her back to her accommodation after she had finished in the gym, noting her other routines and what else she did besides sport. One day he waited until she had left her room, broke in and fixed a camera there, and would spend his evenings watching her as she worked, read and went about her daily business. He photographed her, wrote notes about her, and even studied what foods she ate. He would wake up thinking about her and go to sleep thinking about her, and would dream about her. He found out about her family, her friends, her life history, she was his specialist subject. His life was totally consumed by her, and it gradually became much more than sex. He wanted to own her, to be able to play with her whenever he wanted, and would stop at nothing to get his way. It wasn’t the first time he’d had these thoughts, not by a long way, but this time he was going to go through with it. He began preparing for his new guest, removing everything from his basement, crude soundproofing and gathering some equipment he might need. Finally, at the end of term, he was ready.

Sara was in the gym much earlier today. She had a long train journey back home and wanted to get a quick workout in before leaving. Most people had already left campus, but Sara was in no hurry, she had a great book to read and she was looking forward to the journey. The gym was almost deserted, and that was how she liked it. It meant none of the rugby boys waiting to leer at her, no sexist remarks, and no need to look over her shoulder. She felt much safer when it was just her. Over the last couple of weeks she had been getting strange feelings that she was being followed or watched, and though she knew they were irrational and it was impossible she couldn’t shake that feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong. Looking into Kaynarca Escort the mirror of the changing room Sara inspected herself. She knew she was a very pretty girl, with her cute little face beautifully framed by her light brown hair and her big blue eyes staring right back at her. Her body was the stuff of dreams, she knew that, and she expected the male attention that she got. She didn’t flaunt it though, preferring instead to be modest, she was a shy girl after all. When it came to men she wasn’t the most experienced, and while she could have fucked any man she wanted she preferred sex to be special. She had slept with two different men, both in long term relationships, and had enjoyed it, but while she was no prude she believed that was how it should be. It was whilst she was looking into the mirror that she saw a black figure, but her reaction was too late.

Michael clamped the chloroform soaked rag over her gorgeous little mouth and smiled as she looked with terror into his eyes. He knew she had seen him before and that she recognised him, and that there was no going back now. If he did she would go straight to the police and he would have to go back to that horrible place. He had built a new life for himself, not much of a life but all the same, if it was revealed he’d be back in there for even longer. But his thoughts were not on that at the moment. He was touching her, smelling her. He wanted more than anything to fuck her right now, feel her hot skin against his while he slammed in and out of her. But as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t. The first time had to be special, and she had to be awake. He had to move quickly to avoid anyone coming in and seeing him with her. He dragged her into his storeroom and placed her into a suitcase. It was the end of term and one more man with a suitcase was hardly going to cause a stir. Without wasting any time he walked out with his prize and set off across campus to his house. All around people were picking up their children and there were hugs and laughter all around, and Michael could have felt bad for taking this poor girl away from that. But he didn’t. All he could do was think about everything he was going to do to her, and his pace quickened. Finally after what felt like forever he finally reached his house.

Sara woke slowly, her world still spinning. Slowly but surely the haze of the drug began to wear off, and she could look around the room, but she could see nothing, so complete was the darkness. She tried to move but realised that she was bound, and when she tried to call for help and no sound came out, that she was gagged too. Her arms were spread and above her head, and he legs were spread on the ground, allowing her to twitch ad swing but not to move. The room was very hot and as she struggled to free herself from the bonds she began to work up a sweat, the t shirt she had sticking to her back and stomach. After a good twenty minutes of her struggling and screaming she heard a sound. Suddenly there was a flash of light and she was able to see where she was, a sight which caused her to kick and scream even harder. What greeted her reminded her of a medieval torture chamber, only this one was for her. There were benches, racks, hooks, ropes and chains all over the place, and on shelves she could see all manner of objects which filled her with terror, much of which seemed to be sports equipment, only modified. She looked down and saw her tracksuit bottoms had been removed, and began to realise what was happening. Just as the awful nature of her situation hit her she saw a man walking down the stairs.

Michael drank in Sara’s terror with relish, and the sight of her pulling desperately against her bonds and trying to scream almost made him cum right there. He had certainly been busy over the previous weeks to get the room in top shape for his guest, and with it all illuminated by the single naked bulb hanging from the ceiling, he felt he had done rather well. As a handyman he was skilled in a great many things and he had used much of his skills to create the room he was in now. He had affixed hooks to the ceilings and walls and built racks and benches out of old bits of timber that were lying around, and anything else he could find around campus which he felt would be a welcome addition to his collection had been given a home. He had bought nothing, only used his own tools and skill to craft everything here. He only hoped she would appreciate it. He walked down the rickety stairs towards her and he could tell that she recognised him, those beautiful wide blue eyes telling him everything he needed to know. He walked up to her and stood right in front of her, smelling her, drinking in her fear as she pleaded with those doe eyes already red from crying. He knew if he ungagged her she would tell him if he let her go she wouldn’t tell anyone, but he had no intention of doing that.

“Hello Sara,” he spoke softly to her, a false friendly voice, “welcome to my home.”

She began kicking and screaming again, more tears running down her cheeks as she tried to escape, but he had tied her tight. He brought his hand up to take away a tear and put it into his mouth. He kissed her on her forehead, and he could feel her visibly shudder, her screams turning to sobs and whimpers. He couldn’t wait any longer, and had to get his hands on that body he had become obsessed with after seeing it just a few weeks ago. His hands moved down to her shoulders, over the t shirt she was wearing that felt so wet and sticky in his hands. He groped her breasts through her jumper, then moved down to her stomach and over her pussy, just feeling the lips through the soft fabric of her underwear, all accompanied by Sara’s sobs and whimpers. Quick as a flash he brought a flick knife, the blade flashing in the light of the bulb. Sara screamed, but he had not cut her. Instead he brought it up to her face and smiled at her.

“Stay very still.”

He began to cut through her t shirt until in no time at all she was before him just in her underwear, her body slouched over, her head lolling to one side as she continued to sob. He moved over to her side so the hidden camera directly ahead of her could get a good look at her perfect body, her tits only just concealed beneath her bra, her long legs leading up to that perfect arse. Michael traced the outline of her cleavage with the knife, moving over the tops of her tits with the sharp blade and down over her nipples, applying pressure through the fabric. He brought it between her breasts, just underneath the bra, and pulled backwards, the fabric coming apart and revealing those perfect mounds that he had seen through his peephole all those weeks ago. He folded the knife away and using his fingers this time caressed her gently, cupping her breasts lightly in his hands. He began Escort Kaynarca to gently squeeze and fondle them as the sheen of sweat that covered them made them shine in the harsh light, feelings her nipples hardening as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. His handling of them steadily became more violent as he squeezed both breasts roughly, pulling on the nipples until he knew she would feel some pain. He took both her nipples and pulled upwards, before releasing and watching her tits bounce up and down, a process he repeated several times. They were not huge, normally he liked girls with big tits, but on her slender frame they looked plenty big enough, and so hot as he jiggled them up and down and then slapped them hard with both hands. He brought each breast in turn up to his mouth and slowly flicked his tongue at her nipples, then licked them before sucking them greedily, slurping as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. He looked deep into the eyes of his little bitch and she once more pleaded with them to let her go, but he was just getting started. His mouth moved across to her right tit and hovered there for a second before he took her nipple into his mouth and bit down hard.

Sara screamed and bucked wildly as the pain shot through breast and her body as he ground his teeth into her flesh. When he had stopped and before she had time to recover he bit down just as hard on the other one, drawing yet more desperate movements from his captive. He smiled as he watched the pain flash across her face every time he flicked one of her sore nipples that were already turning an angry red and he kissed her cheek while toying with them. Moving both hands down her side her side he settled on each arse cheeks and began to fondle those, feeling the muscle in her plumb behind as he kneaded it and began slapping it hard. While his left hand concentrated on her cheeks, his right came round and buried itself deep within her underwear, stroking and caressing her pussy. His fingers slowly parted her lips and began to steadily explore her cunt, his thumb darting up to find her clit while his fingers roamed ever further in. He worked away at her for a good while until he could feel her body respond, her juices flowing over his hand as her stimulated her.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Michael whispered in her ear, which drew yet more sobs from the poor girl, “I know I am.”

He pulled her underwear up, forcing the crotch between her lips hard, and continued to pull upwards until her entire body weight was supported by her crotch, then flicked out his knife and cut at both sides allowing her to drop an her dainty underwear to fall to the floor, and leaving her virtually naked save for her ruined bra. He stood back and admired his catch. She looked amazing. Her perfect body glistened with sweat in the harsh light, highlighting every curve. Her head hung to one side but he could still see her pretty little tear stained face, her eyes closed as she began to resign herself to her situation and what was going to happen to her. He knew that as soon as he began to do what he planned to do she would wake up and resist him again, and he was determined that eventually he would break her. But first to claim his prize. He began to slowly unbutton his blue overalls, and seeing him out of the corner of her eye she began to plead at him with her eyes again, just as he had wanted her to. It had been a long time since he had felt a rush like this, getting off as much on the terror of his captive as he was on her gorgeous body. After stepping out of his uniform and taking off his shirt he stood before her, his massive erection bulging against his stained pants, hand visible even beneath his fat belly. She looked at him with complete disgust, and couldn’t believe this revolting pervert was going to be able to do whatever he wanted to her and she could do nothing to stop it. He moved over to the wall and unhooked the rope holding her right leg, allowing her to swing it freely desperate to try and undo the rest of her bonds, but he is knots were far too strong.

“Keep still you bitch,” he snapped, “or I’ll be forced to hurt you.” He moved behind her so she could feel his cock on her thighs as his hands moved up to her soft tits and began to fondle them again, savouring her struggles as he played with her. Then he moved round to her front, and punched her hard in the stomach. Sara couldn’t breath. She stopped kicking her leg and tried desperately to get her breath back from his savage blow, all the while her tormentor grinning over her.

“See?” he whispered menacingly, “now do as you’re told.”

He dropped his trousers and revealed his weapon. It was long, one of the few things about him which women found attractive, a good 8 inches, and thick as well. Sara, still struggling for breath, began to weep as she stared at it, knowing exactly where t was going. Pre-cum oozed from his member as he moved his hand up and down the shaft whilst licking his lips. She watched him move towards her, still not recovered enough to begin kicking with her free leg which hung limply, his cock’s eye staring at her. He grabbed her free leg and wrapped it around his waist, his dick now centimetres from her vagina. He positioned the head right at the entrance to her cunt and moved his head right next to hers.

“Get ready,” he said with a huge grin on his wrinkled old face, “eyes open. Here it comes.”

With that he thrust his hips forward with all his might, his dick powering into her pussy with tremendous force, as Sara tried desperately to scream. Holding it there for a moment, he pulled back until only the head was inside her, and then fucking her again hard. He looked into her eyes, drinking in her terror and her despair. It was every bit as wonderful as he had imagined. Finally being inside her warm wet cunt, the walls of which were gripping his cock as she tried in vain to deny him access. Her wide blue eyes showing how much she hated it, how complete his domination of her was. He licked her cheek as he continued to thrust in and out, one hand clenched onto her arse cheek, the other holding up her head so he could look into her face. His pace quickened, his jackhammer thrusts pushing her body up each time, her tits bouncing up and down. Michael knew he would not last long, he had been too excited. As he neared his climax he moved his mouth down to her neck, his hips now a blur as he plunged himself again and again into her pussy. He came. It was probably the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, his cock spurting out wave after wave of cum into her hot pussy as he bit down on her neck, drawing a scream from Sara. She could not believe he had come inside her, her body defiled by such a horrible man. He stayed in her, savouring the feel of her cunt around his cock, until Kaynarca Escort Bayan it finally went limp and he reluctantly let it fall out, a strand of cum following it out of her. He looked his sobbing victim up and down as he moved over to a chair and sat down, still recovering from his exertions, and lit a cigarette. Her pussy was still glistening, thin strands of his sperm dripping down from her entrance and onto the cold floor, angry red marks on her neck and tits where he had bitten her. She looked so pathetic hanging there, bound up and his to use whenever he wanted that he was almost ready to fuck her again right there, and soon he would.

But first he had other things he wanted to do to her. He stood up and reattached the rope holding her right leg to the wall, so once again she couldn’t move at all. Then he moved into the background to fetch something. Sara looked desperately at him, not knowing what he would bring back but knowing it would certainly be something to make her current predicament even worse. When she saw what he had in his hand she renewed her struggles, knowing exactly what he intended to do with what he had brought. In Michael’s hand was a long, thin cane. He had taken it from one of the lecture rooms, one of the lecture rooms that just a few days earlier Sara had been sat in listening to her tutors. It made him laugh hat the equipment that she had paid money for was going to cause her so much misery in the days to come. He moved right in front of her, and swished the cane through air, drawing a muffled wail from his captive. Then he removed her gag.

“P-p-please let me go,” Sara stammered, trying to hold back the tears as she spoke, her mouth bone dry, “I promise I won’t tell anybody. My parents can pay, anything just please let me go pl…”

Michael clamped his hand over her mouth to shut her up. He had known exactly what she was going to say before she said. They were all so predicable; women. He had never met an interesting one. They were all so boring, always said the same things, thought the same things, did the same things. He hated them, they deserved to be punished, abused, dominated. And that was exactly what he intended to do.

“Sara,” he began, speaking matter of fact way as addressing her as her tutor, “I will let you go.” Her eyes went wide as the possibility of freedom came out of the blue. “If you can tell me my name I will let you walk out of here right now and you can tell whoever you want.”

Sara stared at him. She had seen him many times before. He was often there cleaning the gym when she went early or late, repairing machines, carrying odd bits and bobs around the place. She had seen him look lecherously at her often, and had always thought he was a dirty old pervert. In fact he had scared her, he had scared a lot of girls. For he had not just been leering at them, something almost every man did whenever Sara walked past, but there had always been something behind his stare, something malicious. There were whispers about him, that he had been in jail, that he had secret cameras in the girls changing room, that he had once tried to rape a girl in the gym late one night. But for all she had seen him, for all she had talked about him, she did not know his name.

Michael stared into her eyes with real menace. Of course she didn’t know his name. They never did, never bothered to ask. All these stuck up little brats, making their way in the world on their parent’s backs, not bothering to look out for people like him, the people who gave them such a comfortable life. He knew she thought she was better than that, she was involved in charity and fundraising, but she was just the same. Just another little bitch who thought she was God’s gift to mankind. And she would suffer for it.

“Oh what a shame,” Michael sneered, “I guess I can’t let you go. And for your rudeness you will have to suffer. You are mine now, Sara. Mine to do whatever I want with. My little toy to play with whenever I feel like it, to hurt and abuse, and to fuck whenever I want. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You are my bitch now girl, so you might as well try to enjoy it. Scream all you want, nobody will hear you now.”

“Let me go!!!!” Sara screamed, floods of tears running down her cheeks.

“Silence!” Michael took his cigarette out of his mouth and ground it into her left nipple.

“AAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!” She squealed as the red hot tip burnt into her soft skin.

Now Michael took a step back as Sara’s nipple began to turn an even more angry red. He traced from her pussy to her face with the end of the cane, making sure to brush against her singed nipple on the way up. He made sure she looked up into his eyes before he brought the cane crashing down on her right tit. Sara let out a scream again as the wood slammed into her soft breast, the swish in the air followed by a satisfying whump as her flesh absorbed the impact. He brought the piece of wood down on her again, this time on the other tit. The tip of the cane struck her right on the end of her already sore nipple. Her howl was even louder this time, a wail like Michael had heard in the many horror films that he watched regularly. He wondered how something so pretty could make such a horrible sound. Three more strikes on each of her globes left them criss-crossed with angry red lines and the poor girl sobbing.

“I think that’s enough on your tits for one day,” Michael said in a jovial manner as if oblivious to her suffering, when in fact quite the opposite was true, “we wouldn’t want that cute little arse to feel left out now would we.”

“No please,” Sara sobbed, “please don’t please….ARGGGHHHH!!!!”

The wood crashed down on her toned arse with a crack, the thin wood causing so much pain to a part of her she had taken great pride in. Michael smiled as he watched her tanned olive skin turn red where he had caned her, and he rubbed the area with his palm, massaging her cheeks before stepping back and whacking her again. Sara screamed and bucked in her bonds, Michael enjoying her breasts as they bounced up and down with her struggles. He brought five blows in quick succession, both on her cheeks and the tops of her thighs, each one drawing a mewling cry from his little toy. Michael could have gone on hitting her all day, but there would be plenty of time for that. He put the gag back into her mouth. It had been an emotional day and he was tired, and knew he would need all his strength for the next day. He walked round the front of his captive once again and buried his fingers in her cunt, gripping her and pulling her towards him as far as her bonds allowed.

“Sleep well bitch,” he snarled, “we’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

He picked up his clothes and started up the stairs, listening to the snivelling and sobbing of Sara with pleasure. As he reached the top of the stairs he turned round and looked into her eyes.

“Please,” Sara pleaded, a soft plea that would have melted the hearts of most men. Michael turned off the light and closed the door.

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My college roommate, Ethan, was dating this Costa Rican student who had gone abroad to study here. Her name was Carolina, and she was beautiful. She was short, with olive colored skin, and, for her size, huge tits. The two of them used to fuck like crazy, and didn’t care if I was in the room or not. Carolina actually preferred that I be in the room, she liked knowing that someone was watching. If I started to jerk myself off while I watched, that was even better. It got her even hotter. She tried to convince Ethan to let me join in, but he’d be against it. He’d always say that the only way I could join in was if she’d let him have a threesome with one of her friends. That would usually piss her off enough to change the subject. A lot of people had assumed that we were having threesomes, since Carolina and I were so close.

One night the three of us returned home from fraternity hopping, and was sufficiently intoxicated. Ethan and Carolina were arguing about a comment Ethan had made about another girl we’d seen while we were out. I’d heard about a million of these same trivial arguments, so I climbed into bed, ready to drift off to sleep. Ethan made one final remark, and Carolina said that was it, and climbed into bed with me, a ploy she’d used before to try to make Ethan mad. I played along, and told Carolina that I’d never treat her the way Ethan did, he just laughed and climbed into his own bed.

It was then that my little Kayaşehir Escort soldier betrayed me. The combination of the alcohol, along with a beautiful girl lying next to me with my arm wrapped around her, caused him to jump to attention. Carolina felt my stiffening cock rub against her ass and moaned, “Ooh! Greg.” That type of encouragement, of course, just sent my prick into overdrive, and he was fighting to push through my boxers. Ethan heard Carolina’s moan, and that apparently had the effect she’d wanted. He said, “That’s it,” and was climbing under my sheets in no time. With Carolina sandwiched between both of us, we both began grinding, groping and kissing whatever part of her we could get to. I pulled her shirt off, and fondled her breast and pinched her nipples, while grinding my cock against her ass. Ethan had his hand down her pants, and worked them off of her between thrusts from the two of us.

Carolina had pulled Ethan’s shorts off, and was working on his shirt. Ethan had begun sucking on Carolina’s breast, so I used my free hands to pull off my own shorts and shirt. With all of us in the buff, I grabbed Carolina’s leg, and pulled it into the air. This allowed both Ethan and I access to both of Carolina’s southern entrances. He poked her in her dripping pussy, while I used my free hand to wipe the precum off of my cock, and use it to lube up Carolina’s sweet ass. She started to Escort Kayaşehir writhe in pleasure as soon as I pushed my fingers into her asshole. When I pulled my fingers out, and replaced them with my 8-inch cock, she really began to buck. She was screaming something in Spanish over and over, while Ethan and I held on like we were in the Rodeo. She got so excited; we actually fell off of the bed onto the floor. Although I fell to the floor with them, I slid out of Carolina during the fall. Without two cocks in her she calmed down, and seemed to be catching her breath.

Ethan pulled out of her and asked, “So you like to cocks in you, huh?” Carolina was still panting, but managed to say something in Spanish, all I made out was, si, dos, and bueno. With that Ethan pulled her back on top of him, and grabbed her ass cheeks to spread them, as if inviting me to join once again. I kneeled down behind Carolina, and thrust my dripping wet cock back into her ass. Immediately she began to buck and scream again. This time it was a little more controlled as she had both knees on the ground. It quickly increased in pace and intensity, and soon she had hit her orgasm. It wasn’t long before Ethan and I followed. He didn’t pull out; he just shot his load up into her. I pulled out and left my creamy jism, all over her ass. Then as we lay on the floor, sweating and panting, I rubbed my spunk into her ass cheeks.

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I could feel my balls tightening up, and knew I was about to cum, so I licked two of my fingers, and plunged them into her ass. With that, I felt both her sphincter and her pussy contract tightly, and she began to orgasm. As her pussy and asshole proceeded to relax and contract, my sack full of sperm discharged into her. I held onto Carolina, until her orgasm had faded, then we collapsed onto the floor next to Ethan. As the two of us both wrapped ourselves around Carolina under a comforter I pulled off of my bed, Ethan kissed her and said, “Now you owe me a three-way with Christina.” I felt Carolina rub her hand on my ass and squeeze it as she said, “That’s fine, but if Greg happens to be in the area, we might as well make it four.”

I grabbed her right breast and said “Bueno.”

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It was quite comical, really. There I was, standing naked save for a small towel wrapped around me, staring at one of the most handsome men I had ever laid eyes on, his pants around his ankles, and his mouth agape at me, while a petite girl with short, brown hair and big, brown eyes knelt in front of him, frozen in place with his massive cock halfway way in her mouth. Her eyes were wide with either embarrassment, fear, or the sheer effort of holding that massive rod in her mouth. It was hard to be sure. And just then, when things couldn’t get more embarrassing, my towel dropped to the floor. I grabbed it and struggled to wrap it back around me in a flash, a red blush covering my chest and creeping up my neck and face. I hadn’t expected to be embarrassed when the moment came to show Keith my naked body, but these unexpected circumstances had thrown me off my rhythm. Now I was scrambling to regain my composure.

“I’m sorry, I just needed a towel, the door swung open when I knocked, I thought he’d be alone! I don’t recall seeing you downstairs before.” I blustered.

The girl figured out how to move once more and removed the cock from her mouth with a pop. She stood up.

“I just got here a few minutes ago. I’m Keith’s girlfriend so I spend the night here a lot,” she said with an heir of confidence that seemed forced. She was trying to assert dominance but I could tell she was nervous. She was uncertain which woman had the advantage, which was insane to me given their relationship status. But it did get me thinking of a new plan.

“I’m Lucy.” I said extending my hand. Dumbfounded but trying to mask her confusion, she took it and answered “Chloe.”

“I’m Mary’s friend from State. I’m just visiting for the weekend. I’ll be honest, I had my eye on Keith tonight, but I had NO IDEA he was taken or I never would have flirted with him, I swear.” I assured her. The hardness in her eyes softened as Chloe assessed that I was indeed being truthful.

Poor Keith just stood there, afraid to move, his pants still around his ankles, his cock starting to soften.

“But I will say you’re a lucky lady. I was really hoping to get my hands on a cock like that this weekend.” I said to Chloe with a conspiratorial grin. Chloe looked at Keith, arching an eyebrow. He gave a half shrug, half nod. I could tell they were having a wordless discussion but about what, I couldn’t be sure.

“Well now it’s my turn to be honest. Keith told me how you flirted with him, and, well, that’s what started that blowjob.” Chloe said sheepishly. “I get really turned on by the idea if other girls making a move on him. I can’t blame them, I mean, look at this beautiful cock!” She moved back to Keith now and held his dick. She started slowly jerking him while looking dead into my eyes. Keith groaned and his dick started to harden and grow back to it’s full size. I licked my lips and felt my nipples harden against the rough texture of Mary’s old towel.

“Do you, uh, want me to go?” I asked, unsure if they were really inviting me to stay or not. The only way to be sure was to flat out ask.

“No Lucy, you can stay if you want. We’ve always wanted to be with a girl, together.” Chloe said, looking up adoringly at her boyfriend, who returned her affection. I could tell they really loved each other.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I said “Then I’ll stay.” I let the towel fall to the floor.

Keith and Chloe’s eyes widened as they took in the vision before them. My milky white, Double D breasts with hard pink nipples begging to be sucked, my flat stomach, and the trimmed triangle of pussy hair beckoning them to discover the wetness between my legs.

I stepped towards them and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind Chloe’s ear. She sighed at the tender gesture.

“Are you sure about this?” I whispered. She nodded and so I closed my eyes and softly pressed my lips against hers. Her mouth responded in kind, much bolder than I thought she would be, and we kissed while she continued to jerk Keith slowly. He groaned at the sight of his girlfriend and this hot stranger making out inches away from him.

Chloe’s other hand cupped my face as she slid her tongue into my mouth. Feeling her soft tongue gently glide against my own was an incredible sensation unlike any I had ever experienced before. I had a feeling I was really Kavaklı Escort going to like fucking a girl.

My hands reached under her crop top and started massaging her braless, firm, B cup boobs. Her nipples hardened under my ministrations and she moaned into my mouth. Keith, unsure how to be a part of this, put a hand on my shoulder and started massaging. His hand then traveled down my back and rested on my butt cheek. When I didn’t protest or swat his hand away, he started massaging the globes of my ass, making my pussy tingle even more.

Chloe then broke the kiss and peeled off her top. Stepping out of her shorts and panties, she asked. “Want to suck him off with me?” with big innocent eyes. How could I say no to that?

We knelt down in front of Keith’s veiny cock together and slowly ran our lips along his length in tandem, almost kissing, but not quite able to touch with this thick tool between us. Keith groaned and rested one hand on each of our heads. “What did I do to deserve this?” he asked and we giggled around his cock.

Chloe and I each took turns sucking his cock head into our mouths, taking in as much of that foot long tool as we could, but there was always room at the base for the other to kiss and lick. Keith was in Heaven looking down to see two sets of big, innocent eyes looking up at him as they sucked his fat cock, slathering it in spit. Occasionally, we’d stop sucking him to go back to making out, which Keith seemed to like just as much. “You guys are so fucking sexy.” he murmured. See, what did I tell you? Quiet guys speak up when it’s important.

Chloe broke the kiss to go back to stuffing her boyfriend’s long cock into her tiny wet mouth. I sucked a ball into my mouth, making Keith groan louder.

By now my pussy was soaked and I knew Chloe’s must be too. I reached a hand down to run a finger along her slit and sure enough, I was right. Her pussy was as slick as a seal and juicy as a peach. She moaned as I continued to work my finger up and down my slit, and when I focused on her tiny nub of a clit and started working it back and forth, she squealed in delight, her noises slightly muffled by Keith’s dick in her mouth. It was adorable. But with a bob haircut and big, wondrous eyes, just about everything she did looked adorable.

“Why don’t we move to the bed and the fun can really begin?” I suggested, standing up and locking lips with Keith. I had been hesitant to focus too much on him in case it made Chloe mad (even with eager girlfriends you have to be careful) but she didn’t protest as he cradled my head in his hands while kissing me hard, so I figured we were alright.

“Oh Baby, watching you kiss her is so hot, I might cum on the spot.” she cooed, moving to the bed. She sat back, spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy, happy to watch me makeout with her man. That turned me on even more. I grasped his dick and slowly jerked him while we kissed, and he pulled me with him towards the bed as well.

Once I got onto the bed, both of their hands were on me, feeling my breasts, my hair, my thighs, and it felt heavenly, sending tingles all up and down my body. Two sets of lips kissed my neck, my ears, my lips. Chloe sucked a hard nipple into her mouth and reached down to feel my wet slit while Keith sucked on my tongue and tugged on my hair. Chloe inserted a delicate finger into my pussy. Desperate to be filled, I clenched her finger like it was a dick, groaning. It felt good, but I needed so much more.

“Are you ready to be fucked by my boyfriend’s giant cock?” Chloe asked while she thrust a second finger into my sopping wet hole.

“Yes!” I gasped, “Oh, God, I need his cock so bad!” I want to cum!” I babbled. Chloe smiled at Keith.

“She’s ready for you, Babe.” she smiled as she withdrew her fingers and licked them. I thought Keith might cum on the spot at the sight of his beautiful, inexperienced girlfriend sucking my pussy cream off her fingers, but he kept it together.

I got on all fours with my butt pointed towards him on the edge of the bed. Chloe moved so that I was between her slim, tan thighs and opened her legs wider, allowing me to see her cute little hairless pussy in all its glory. I had never seen another girl’s cunt up close before and I marveled at how her little lips glistened and how her little clit was just Escort Kavaklı barely visible. I lowered my head and tentatively touched her pussy lips with my tongue. A sensuous moan from Chloe egged me on and I grew bolder as I lapped her pussy and the juices flowing out of it. As I worked my tongue up and down her slit, I felt the pressure of Keith’s thick cock head pressing at my juicy opening, but my tight opening didn’t give way immediately. I heard him spit on to lube himself up and then try again. Again, I felt the pressure of a cock knocking on my door, and the delicious relief of it sliding into my juicy pussy. I moaned into Chloe’s lap as her shy boyfriend slid his giant schlong inside me. I felt him hit my cervix and as he drew it back out, my pussy walls held on to him tightly. He was filling me more than I had ever been filled and as I continued munching on the beautiful wet box in front of me, I thought I just might die happy.

Keith continued to stuff me over and over again, driving that thick cock inside me to the hilt. Increasing his pace, he grasped my hips tightly, now plowing me. I could hear our bodies slapping together, made wetter by my juices that were being squeezed out of my hole with every pump, coating our genitals liberally. Keith grunted and the sound turned me on even more.

“Hmm you look so hot fucking this slut Keith.” Chloe said, looking at her man and me with both lust and appreciation.

“Her pussy feels so good Baby, so wet, so tight. Thank you for letting me fuck her.” Keith babbled while fucking me harder. I could barely form a thought so all that came out of me was “Yeeesss, use me! UGH! Fuck! Me! With! That! Big! Cock!” Each word punctuated by his dick hitting my cervix.

“Keep eating my pussy, Slut” Chloe said as she gathered my hair up in a ponytail. It was a sweet gesture, gentle, letting me know her dirty talk was just that, talk meant to enhance the mood. I could tell she actually really liked me. I went back to my work, tonguing her gushing slit like I was starving. Her pussy tasted slightly salty and musky and I couldn’t get enough of this new flavor! As I started licking and sucking her clit, she squealed in pleasure. I then inserted two fingers into her juicy hole, making her cum in a tiny explosion of gasps and spasms. I could feel her pussy clench my finger and coat them in more girl cum. All I could do was lap up as much of it as possible while still taking the hard fucking from the man behind me. I was like their helpless captive, unable to do anything else but be used for their mutual pleasure and I loved it.

“Mm, let me at that dick baby!” Chloe said, her dark eyes bright and sparkling. Keith pulled out of me slowly. It was almost like my pussy didn’t want to give him up! He then laid down on the bed, his cock standing at full mast like a tower. Chloe immediately pounced on it, licking him up and down, savoring the taste of my juices all over my boyfriend’s cockmeat.

“Mmm you like licking my pussy juice off of his cock? Who’s the slut now?” I teased, holding back her hair while she continued licking up and down his long shaft in a frenzy.

“She’s always wanted to taste another girl on my dick” Keith said smiling.

“Well I’m glad I could make your dream come true.” I said sincerely. Chloe didn’t say anything because she now had Keith’s cockhead stuffed in her mouth, but she looked at me with shining eyes and I could see her gratitude.

After that lavish tongue bath, Chloe climbed on top of him and sank her pussy down on to his big pipe. “Feel how wet she made me darling?” She cooed while reaching down to kiss him.

Not wanting to be left out, I climbed over towards Keith’s head and when they broke their kiss, I swung one leg over, so his head was between my thighs.

“Mm, look at that gorgeous pussy” he said as he looked up at me.

“Why don’t you do more than just look?” I said suggestively as I lowered myself down onto his face. I felt his thick tongue snake up and start licking my freshly fucked pussy. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as he ate me out. Chloe then kissed me deeply as I rocked back and forth against her boyfriend’s face. I sucked on her tongue while we each massaged the other’s breasts and played with each other’s nipples. I loved how small and firm her tits felt in my hands. I slowly increased Kavaklı Escort Bayan my pressure on her nipples, pinching them harder as she continued to rock on her boyfriends dick, and loved how she moaned into my mouth. As her moans increased, I could sense she was close to cumming again so I held on. Soon, I felt her shudder on top of Keith’s dick. As she came, I pinched just a little bit harder and kissed her even deeper. Below us, Keith continued to thrust his dick in and out of her with abandon. As her orgasm continued and mine and Keith’s ministrations sent more shocks and tingles through her body, I felt Chloe slump against me, completely overpowered by the sensations coursing through her body. She was like a ragdoll, at the mercy of the two people fucking her body.

Keith felt her orgasm subside and brought his motions to a stop. I climbed off of his wonderful mouth and let him hold his girlfriend in a tight and loving embrace. “I love feeling you cum on my cock, Gorgeous.” He said sweetly in her ear. Dazed from her two orgasms, it was all Chloe could do to meekly respond, “Mm hmm.” She rolled off of him and on to her back, her eyes closed.

“Baby, how do you want me to cum?” He whispered to his almost sleeping girlfriend.

“Can he cum inside you?” She asked me.

“Another fantasy you’ve wanted to act out?” I asked cocking an eyebrow. I’m on the pill so I was game.

She nodded slowly, still coming down from cloud 9.

“Whatever milady wants.” I said a d gave Keith a nod. “I’m on the pill.”

I then climbed onto Keith’s lap. I lowered myself down onto his still rock-hard cock, now glistening with Chloe’s juices and groaned as I let him fill me once more. I rocked my hips up and down, fucking myself with his cock, grinding my clit against his body, getting myself closer so closer to my own release. Keith then grabbed my arms, holding them tightly at my sides, and began thrusting to his own rhythm, much faster and harder than mine.

“Oh God yes Keith, fuck me hard with that monster cock!” I gasped as he sat up and captured my mouth in a deep kiss. I continued to moan into his mouth, feeling my orgasm getting closer and closer. Keith then broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, “That’s it, cum for us, cum for me and Chloe. Cum all over my cock.”

“Mm, yeah baby, you fuck her so good. I love watching your cock going in and out of her pussy.” Chloe cooed, now more awake, sitting up and watching our genitals intently. She played with my hair affectionately, adding to the tingles already coursing through my body. Tugging my hair to tilt my head back, she fed me her tongue. Feeling it slide against mine combined with all the other sensations coursing through my body finally sent me over the edge. The hardest orgasm I had ever experienced crashed over me, making me scream into Chloe’s mouth as my pussy seized Keith’s dick and my body shook. I went limp in Keith’s and Chloe’s arms as wave after wave of pleasure continued to rock me.

Keith then had his own release and dumped what seemed like a bucket of cum that had been brewing in his balls ever since I sat on his lap earlier that night, straight into my wet tunnel. “Oh my God, yeeesss” I groaned as I felt his cock jerk inside of me with each spasm.

I fell back off his cock, limp with satisfaction, and Chloe dove between my legs, lapping her boyfriend’s gooey, wet creampie right out of my spent cunt. Her little tongue felt exquisite on my used pussy lips and I shuddered once more when she swiped it across my clit too. Once I was all clean, she turned to Keith to show him his cum in her mouth.

“My sexy baby,” he whispered affectionately, cupping the side of her face. Chloe then turned to me with a question in her eyes. I knew what she was asking and I knew the answer. I embraced her and as her arms went around me, her sweet lips met mine in a tender kiss and I felt her tongue push Keith’s sticky load into my eager mouth. We kissed like that for awhile swapping his cum back and forth across our tongues. I made her moan into the sloppy kiss as I tweaked her nipples.

“Oh my God. I wish I could get hard all over again.” Keith said looking at us in awe.

We giggled as we kissed a final time, then each swallowed our portion of spunk. We all flopped onto the bed, ready to catch some Zs. Chloe snuggled up to Keith on one side while I was in his other side. Keith then turned the light off from the switch on the wall above his head.

“That was incredible. Thank you.” Chloe murmured. I could tell she was smiling in the dark.

“Anytime. That was awesome. You guys are great.” I answered and fell asleep with a smile.

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