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Mrs ColemanI’ve travelled almost my entire working life, mostly as a seafarer. Whilst I’ve had an amazing time, it meant that meeting – and keeping – someone special has been a real challenge. One of the ways that my wife and I have managed to keep our relationship fresh is through telling stories. It made the miles seem shorter, the separations easier.I hope you enjoy them as much as we have…I wasn’t a very disciplined youth. To this day I have no real idea why I volunteered for the Army. When it came down to it, I’d had enough of being a boy and wanted a short cut to manhood. I loved the outdoors and being fit, but had no real idea of the commitment it would ask of me. Leaving college and waiting to go to basic training, I must have been a total pain in the ass.than jacking off in my shed. Still, you took a step in the right direction. I mentioned rules, didn’t I”, she mused. “Listen carefully. My rules are simple, but if either of us break one, you’re done. Understand?” I didn’t but I nodded anyway. For the first time I’d met her, Mrs Coleman smiled a genuinely warm smile. I saw that she was having fun, and not at my expense. It wasn’t just me who she wanted to have an adventure.”My rules are this. First, do what you’re told when I tell you. Don’t hesitate. That rule’s about trusting me, okay?” I nodded.”Second, we will never ever touch each other. Whatever happens, I will do what I choose to do, and so will you, but I’m married and you are, well, a boy. That one’s about faithfulness and respect. I’m going to be faithful and you’re going to respect it”.I kinda got it. But even with my fertile and truly depraved imagination, I still needed leading. Mrs Coleman was still standing close. I could feel the electricity coming off her she was so close. Just not touching. I lifted my hand from where they’d been clasped behind my back, and she stepped back.”No touching.” The steel inI was more interested in hanging with my friends, getting the deepest tan possible and maybe – just maybe – losing my virginity. Commitment, hard work and determination were the kind of boring nothingness my D*d used to spout when he wanted to remind me of how much I had to live up to, him being a Sergeant Major and all.So you can imagine how impressed I was when they came home from Church the first Sunday of the summer break all full of how they had found me a job remodelling the garden for one of our neighbours. Now I liked gardening, and the physical labour would help me with my upper body fitness, but work for a neighbour? Heaven help me, that was one short of slavery.I went over late the first morning, mostly hoping that if I did a poor job maybe I could get myself fired by lunchtime and still be able to get some pool time before dinner. My folks hadn’t told me who the neighbour was, just given me the address, so I was more than a little taken aback when Mrs Coleman answered the door. Mr – no, make that Major – Coleman was my f*ther’s boss. All of a sudden things were serious.On my best behaviour, I apologised for my late arrival, but Mrs Coleman didn’t seem bothered. She had a kind of dreamlike quality that made me seriously wonder if she was on something you couldn’t get over the counter. The first day she encouraged me to look around, get a feel for the place and come up with some ideas. I couldn’t believe my luck – it felt like she had agreed to have me over and pay me to keep out of her way. I knew my old guy could be a bit pushy, but surely I wasn’t going to get paid for hiding in the Coleman garden shed because he’d talked them into it?Looking round, I quickly realised that the Major wasn’t in town. He was deployed somewhere warm and his home was suffering because Mrs Coleman was quite clearly not about to achieve much while he wasn’t there to support her. There was lots to do, but I wasn’t about to upset my personal gravy train. The first few days I mowed Mecidiyeköy Escort and raked some, but spent most of my time in the potting shed smoking a little weed, reading and of course masturbating. And I did that a lot. Who wouldn’t in my situation? I was young, fit and male. I could get it up half a dozen times a day without breaking a sweat and,given the peaceful seclusion of the Coleman garden, that’s exactly what I did.My late teenage self was 6’2″, darkly tanned like a Greek or an Italian with a solid square shouldered build and thick, wavy, almost black hair. I say almost because it had chocolatey golden brown streaks which appeared in the sunshine. I had quite a hairy chest which dwindled to a thin stripe of hair at my navel and pretty much disappeared when it reached the base of my cock. I’d discovered the joy of trimming my pubes early on because the alternative was too horrible to contemplate, even in the truly hirsute late seventies!My preferred method was to take off my shorts and underpants, leaving me with my shirt covering my shoulders but undone at the front. Anyone glancing into the shed window would have thought I was fully dressed. I could then rub my cock in the cool darkness of the shed and happily explode onto the plank floor without worrying too much about Mrs Coleman catching sight of me if she walked across the garden. I loved sitting back in the old armchair, shooting my cum in a thick white fountain into the air and leaving it to pool on my skin until it was time to clean up and get on with another job.After the first few days I got quite brazen, and would mark each completed gardening task with a quicky. I’d sit in the shade to recover, my cock never seeming to go completely soft. Nobody disturbed me.”Do you usually spend your breaks half naked?”, she said. I nearly jumped straight through the ceiling! Frantically trying to get my shorts up my thighs, stand up and answer her question all at once it was a wonder I didn’t knock the glasses of cola clean out of her hands. A lot more sharply alert than at any other time she’d spoken to me, Mrs Coleman had picked a great time to bring me a drink.She set one glass on a shelf and looked me slowly up and down. Her expression was part humour, part disgust. Her eyes were hard above her slight smirk.”Get cleaned up and come find me. I’ll be in the kitchen”, she said. Then she spun on her heel and disappeared, leaving just the faintest hint of her perfume on the air.Mrs Coleman was nearly my mother’s age maybe mid to late thirties. She was a natural redhead, with the pale almost white skin of a northern woman. Like blood on snow, as a certain gifted songwriter once said. About 5’8″ she was tall for a female yet looked small next to me or her husband as we were both comfortably over six feet tall. She was curvy too, full at bust and hip yet with her height she had the look of a much slimmer woman. With her long wavy hair falling well below her shoulder, Mrs Coleman was hot enough to truly scare the shit out of me!Sitting at the breakfast bar in her kitchen, Mrs Coleman was cradling a cup of coffee in her hands and waiting for me. She had on a button through corduroy skirt, a light cotton blouse and a pair of old leather loafers. The skirt was dark chocolate, the blouse cream. She looked relaxed, like she was enjoying my discomfort.”I don’t think there’s much explaining you could really do, is there Mike?” she said.She was looking straight at me, I was looking anywhere but at her. I just wanted to die. Any scorn she wanted to heap on me was nothing compared to what my D*d was likely to do.”No Ma’am”, I replied. A whole life lived on Army posts made you respectful of your elders.”So I’m guessing that my telling anyone how I found you today would pretty much end your chances of just about anything, wouldn’t it?” she said. I looked straight at Mecidiyeköy Escort Bayan her, puzzled and wary. I wasn’t sure how mad she actually was, but that was an odd way to open the conversation.”Well Ma’am, I guess I have a lot of making up to do. If you’re even willing to keep quiet, I’d do anything you want to earn it.” I’m not the greatest negotiator, but it’s amazing what you’ll do to avoid public shame. My ass was hers, and she knew it.”Okay Mike, I shall give that some thought”, she smiled. “In the meantime, I want you to take off all your clothes”. I nearly fell over.”Don’t smile”, she muttered, jaws clenched, “Don’t you dare grin. As of this moment, you owe me. Don’t forget that, not for so much as a nanosecond”. Her eyes glittered, hard, bright, excited. Green eyes, I noted.Slipping off her stool, Mrs Coleman walked right up to me and stared me straight in the eyes.”Strikes me you’re not used to rules, young man. Well rules are apparently meant to be broken. I suspect that means that they’re negotiable, which of course they are. You can walk out of my house right now and never come back. By the end of this afternoon your life will have changed forever and the shame will be with you for years. Or you can stay right where you are, choose to live by my rules and have adventures. Nothing i*****l, but nothing anyone would believe either. Which is it to be?” She wasn’t smiling now.I folded my shirt and laid it on the counter. I laid my shorts and underpants on top, neatly. I unlaced my boots instead of just kicking them off and put them under the counter below my clothes, my socks folded into the left hand boot. My face was so hot it must have been bright red. My now naked cock was completely shrivelled. There was nothing horny about the way I felt at that moment.Mrs Coleman just stood and watched. As I stood naked and still before her, I began to relax.”Well done”, she smiled. “Please don’t forget”, she added, “I say you snuck in and stripped off, and you’d be guilty of way moreher tone was palpable.”Yes Mrs Coleman, I get that”, I said. “My skin will never touch yours, you can trust me on that, but you gotta give me some leeway to show you what I can come up with”. I grinned, and reached ever so slowly for the top button of her blouse. She stood stock still as I took hold of the button and used it to lift the material away from her skin. Holding the material in one hand, I undid the button with the other. She smiled. I undid the next one, moving slowly so as not to accidentally brush her skin or even her hair with my hand. I knelt down, my knees apart for stability but also to allow my now rock hard erection to swing free without risking touching her with it.Mrs Coleman looked down the length of her body at my cock, a little smile playing on her lips. I wasn’t fresh – I could smell the cum on my skin from earlier – but I couldn’t help wondering what she was thinking. I undid the blouse and helped her shrug it off her shoulders. She simply dropped it and lifted her hands up behind her head, tying her hair into a loose bun as she did so. I started at the hem of her button through, working upwards this time. I could hear her breathing change. This was getting serious. Careful not to touch, I got to the top button.”Mrs Coleman”, I said softly, “I need some help here. Will you please pull your waistband so I can get the last button open?” She did just that, pulling the waistband tighter, creating just enough slack at the button for me to undo it and keep hold of the material either side. She put her hands back up behind her head, her breasts lifted and taught as a result. Her nipples peaked easily under the sheer lace of the bra cups, coral pink against her pale skin.I let go one side of her skirt and it swooshed around her hips and onto the floor. She was wearing matching bra and knickers in a dark Escort Mecidiyeköy wine coloured material with lacy panels at the front. I could see her dark golden pubic hair, trimmed and shaped but still thick and luxurious.By now I was both outstandingly horny and at a total loss as to how to get any further. I got to my feet and stared at her body. Incredible. Her hands were still behind her head, her breasts thrust up towards me, her shoulders arched. Then it hit me and I walked round behind her.”Ma’am”, I said, “You have an arse to die for”. Mrs Coleman giggled, but stood still, waiting. Reaching into the valley of her spine created by her raised arms, I easily unclipped her bra. She dropped her arms and just stood there.”You’re really making me work for this Ma’am”, I said. She spun on her heel and stared up at me, angry and visibly horny all at once. Pulling her bra from her breasts, she threw it at me. Then I finally got it. Dropping to my knees again, I barked “Suck your belly in. Hard as you can”. The little gaps in her groins (look it up…) were just enough for me to hook my fingertips in and pull the waistband of her knickers away from her skin. Sliding my fingers round over the curve of her hips, I yanked them down in one motion. She shuddered and gasped. “Gotcha!” I thought.Scrambling to my feet, I indicated the stool. “Get on there, but keep your feet apart”. Mrs Coleman hopped up onto the stool, her buttocks on the seat and the tips of her toes on the floor. All the muscles in her legs were tensed, as were her tummy muscles. The slot of her outer pussy lips was clearly visible through her hair, the inner lips shiny but not yet protruding. I stood between her feet and grasped my cock at the base, my balls in my hand and the shaft pointed straight at her mound. Using my thumb, I rolled the foreskin back making the whole kitchen smell of precum.Dragging my eyes up her body, I found myself lookinginto the smiling face of a very aroused woman.”Match my pace”, she said, calmly and clearly, as she reached down with one hand and slid a finger between her lips. The movement changed the aroma in the room. Now all I could smell was wet cunt. I was quite literally salivating.”You want to taste it, don’t you”, she smirked. “Well you can’t. But you can breathe it in while you jack off. Beats mouldy old garden shed.” Her finger began to move, making the rhythmic friction to which we’re all so addicted. I matched her, rub for rub, my cock growing even harder, precum drooling from the end. Her inner lips swelled and opened, making her wet fingers look like they were pretty much disappearing inside her. As they worked at her sex, her fingers were slowly coated in a thick layer of juice. Mrs Coleman’s now soaked wedding ring glistened in the afternoon sun.Her tits jiggled as she frigged, the nipples hard and puckered. She stared alternately into my eyes and at my cock, my fist clenched hard around its shaft, the head shiny and moist with precum. Reading my mind, Mrs Coleman reached up with her free hand and squeezed her nipple, lifting her breast and letting it fall back. She grunted each time she did it, her breathing getting steadily more ragged.It wasn’t long before my balls began to tighten, my tummy mucles following suit.”Does cum count as touching?” I gasped, ready.”No”, she grunted, eyes glazed, totally focused on my cock. Her fingers were a blur, her pussy so wet the noise was a constant squelching.”Good”, I grunted, my hips thrusting forward, my back arching. She yelled when the first spurt hit her, leaving a white weal across the top of her thigh, her pubic mound and her belly. Then she was cumming too, the spasms making her almost double up, her feet leaving the floor, her cries unnaturally loud in the quiet kitchen.By the time we’d both finished, Mrs Coleman was striped with streak after streak of sperm from her throat to her knees, her tits and belly covered in shiny white marks. We stood opposite each other, slowly regaining our composure. Cum dripped from my cock onto the floor between our feet.Mrs Coleman licked her fingers, an impish grin on her face.”I guess we’re in this now together, wouldn’t you say?”, she chuckled. ***

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Sarah’s Surprise Doctor’s Visit

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Sarah’s Surprise Doctor’s VisitWhen I received my letter of acceptance to medical school I almost fainted. I was so happy. I knew I would get in, I had great grades, my MCAT’s were exceptional, but there is always the chance that I’d be declined. In retrospect, three years into it, I was so naïve, about more than just the amount of work that medical school would be. Sure, I knew I would have to study all of the time; and basically give up any chance of a life or meeting that someone special. Just when I thought I was doomed to a life of loneliness, I met Michael.Michael, was a second year resident at the training hospital attached to the school. He was studying to be a gynecologist. I often wondered why anyone decided to into that field, though after seeing how much work it takes to get here and maintain a decent grade point average, I guess they needed to see a pussy somehow, or they would forget what one looks like. Michael and I met in the library, I was taking a class on human reproduction, and Michael was in the same section of the library. I didn’t know it at the time, but he would take me places I had never been. He was tall, dark haired, and had an even tanned complexion. He obviously worked out, he wasn’t a muscle head or anything, just enough to maintain the incredibly gorgeous body he had. Michael stood 5’10” to my petite 5’2″, so he didn’t tower over me, but was considerably taller. I happened to walk by the desk he was seated at on my way to the endless rows of book shelves when I caught his scent. He smelled like fresh linen, it was captivating and made me a little dizzy for just a moment. Michael turned to look at me, and I could feel his gaze going up and down my body, focusing on my ass. I don’t know how I knew, but I did. I turned and caught him staring just below my waist, I blushed, Michael did not. His eyes fluttered to the top of my head, since I was a blonde, he was probably wondering whether the carpet matched the d****s, so they say. Since I’m sure you’re curious as well dear reader, yes, I am a natural blonde with blue eyes, none of that bleach and contacts nonsense.As I continued to approach the book stacks, I heard Michael push his chair back and stand up. My heart began to race and my blood pressure skyrocketed. I didn’t want to give him the idea that he would just do anything he wanted right here in the library, although that is exactly what I was thinking. As I perused the books he stood right next to me looking in the same section. “You’d do better with this one” he said handing me a large book.”How did you know what I am looking for?” I asked. “”Human Reproduction, right?” he inquired”Correct, how did…..””Your professor is one of my colleagues. Sarah, right?””That’s right, and you are??” I inquired”Michael, Doctor Michael Weathers””Well, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Doctor Weathers””Please call me Michael. What time are you planning on leaving Sarah?””Oh, I have a few hours of research ahead of me yet, I am researching the occurrence of cervical fibrous tumors. You know, boring stuff.” I said, thinking this would get him to go away, not knowing his specialty.”Hardly, I am a second year GYN resident, I could help you.””Really, and what would that cost me?” I asked and flirted at the same time.”Well, let’s just see how much help you need shall we?” he said and winked at me.Yeah, ok I totally fell for him right there. Over the next two and a half hours he helped me to finish my research and put together a pretty good start to my research paper. Once we finished he invited me back to his place, but we had to make a quick stop in his office, as he forgot some papers he needed for the next morning.As we walked along the fluorescent lit walkways of the university, through the cool autumn night, we talked and got to know each other. We spoke about everything and I got the feeling that I had known this man all of my life. Finally we came to a small brick building and I realized that we had walked clear around campus. We entered his building through a small door on the side and walked down two flights of scarcely lit stairwells to the basement and out into the hallway. Everything was so clean, and devoid of people.”Isn’t anyone else here?” I inquired.”What at this time of night, in an office? No way, everyone has gone home for the evening.” he replied.We came to his office and lab area. He motioned me toward a frosted glass door, he opened it with his magnetic picture ID and flicked on the lights. In the center of the room was a long table, next to which was a tray of tools and what looked like an empty IV stand. Everything was neatly put away in glass cabinets. The large cylindrical light which hung above the table was off.”Wow, this is quite a lab I must say.””Yeah, it serves our purpose. We occasionally see patients down here when the new rooms upstairs are full.”As I continued to look around Michael looked though some files. I picked up a brown glass bottle with a pipette in it. I was about to comment that it seemed strange that there was a bottle just out for anyone to pick up when Michael shouted “Don’t touch that!” His voice made me jump so much that the bottle slipped right through my fingers and fell to the floor with a crash.”Damn, that was our last bottle” Michael commented as he picked up a dustpan and broom.”I’m very sorry, but when you yelled you startled me. I picked up the bottle because I thought it was strange that a bottle was just out in a lab.”Yeah, I had just gotten that from our inventory upstairs before I left and didn’t have the chance to check it in yet. Listen, there is glass every where, if you slip in those heels, you are likely to sever an artery. Here, let me put you on the table.”With that Michael scooped me up like I weighed next to nothing and set me down on the table. Michael spent the next ten minutes making sure that all of the fluid was off of the floor and all of the glass was picked up.”Well now that the mess is cleaned up we can move on to punishment.””Excuse me, did you just say punishment?” I asked as a lump formed in my throat.”Sure, you broke my last bottle of an expensive antibiotic, you certainly can’t replace it can you?” he asked”Well, no.” I said getting a little more nervous.”Okay then, punishment it is. Now hop down and please remove your shoes, skirt, and panty hose” he commanded”You must be joking!” “I have absolutely no intention of going through this, let me out of here.””No, I am not k**ding; now do as I have asked.” Michael replied.I did my very best to look angry. However, in a way, deep down inside I was excited. I love it when a guy takes control and let’s me know exactly what he wants. So, I jumped down, gave Michael my sternest look, unzipped my skirt, and let it fall to the floor with a soft, swishing noise. I removed my shoes and my pantyhose next. Since he didn’t tell me to remove my underwear or my bra. So, left those on. I had my favorite silky white panties on , I loved they way the cool fabric felt against my skin, and I had a matching bra. I got back up on the table and noticed that at one end were two pads for leg and the Avcılar Escort other had a padded ring like a massage table has for clients that are face down. The table folded up in the middle as to allow the body to be in an on all fours position without actually being on all fours.”OK, go ahead and lie down, face down. It is time for your examination and punishment” Michael said as he was putting on a pair of nitrile gloves. I could hear him gathering objects and placing them on a metal tray. I hated that I couldn’t see what he was collecting, nor what he was doing. I laid down as he asked my pulse threatening to burst in my throat. Michael came over and spread my legs which were on the pads. He brought over a tray which was covered so that I could not see what was on it.”Well now, lets have a look” he said as he pulled my panties down and spread my cheeks so that my asshole was totally exposed and the bottom of my pussy started to open. I had never felt so open in my life, except maybe at the gynecologist, but I saw a woman. So, I never felt this open in front of a man before. I heard Michael doing something behind me, but I couldn’t see what. I could feel the cold recycled air of the lab begin to chill the most private parts of my body as he gathered whatever he was gathering. I could feel my skin begin to develop goosebumps from the coldness.”First thing to do is see how fit you are. The first step is to take your temperature. He obviously had been lubing up a thermometer. “This may be a little cold at first.” He warned.The next thing I felt was his fingers resting against the inside of the crease in my bottom. His fingers were so close to my anal opening, and he pulled my cheeks apart. I felt the lips of my pussy part and the tight opening of my butt started to part. His fingers and hand felt so warm, I tried not to shiver as he touched me. Then, I felt the cold metal tip of the thermometer right against my tight hole. I pushed out a little so that the thermometer would ease in. Then, I felt the metal tip withdraw, I wondered what had happened to make him stop. Michael finally spoke still holding my cheek apart.”Do that again.” Michael demanded.”Do what again, exactly?” I asked.”Push out with your ass, like you just did.” he answered and lifted his hand to smack my bottom before putting his hand back into place, his middle finger just outside of my tight hole, and parted my cheeks again.I complied and I pushed out and released the opening of my butt before using the same muscles to tighten it.”Well, well, well. Look what we have here, a winking butthole.” Michael seemed pleased with my little show.So, I winked it a couple of more times and heard a small giggle escape my throat. Then, I, once again, felt the metal tip of the thermometer against my butthole. I pushed out, but Michael had used so much lube that it slipped right in. I felt the tip enter me and I gasped because the cold was now invading the inside of my ass. I heard a moan escape from my lips and my eyes went wide as it did. I couldn’t believe I like this. I could picture Michael smiling as he heard me an watched the implement invade my bottom. Once it warmed up from my internal heat, it wasn’t bad. I felt it go a little deeper and it was fine. After a minute or so, he withdrew the thermometer from my ass, reviewed it and he announced that my temp was perfect. “Shocking” I thought to myself.”OK, in order to examine you properly I must clean you out.” It was then I heard him running water and a dreadful thought entered my head.”He is going to give me an enema!” I thought to myself, trying to calm myself. I tried readying my body for my first enema experience, I wasn’t sure I was going to enjoy this.”OK.” He said, “Here we go, now don’t fight it, just try to relax your body. You shouldn’t feel any pain, just pressure.” he explainedOnce again, he spread my ass cheeks apart and he began the procedure. I felt something a little thicker than the thermometer poke at my hole. Michael had lubed it up amply as he had the thermometer. Now, I’ve had lovers in the past stick a finger in my ass, and I didn’t mind it. In the heat of the moment, it felt good having my butt penetrated. I didn’t necessarily request it, but if someone was up for it, I’d go along. The nozzle that Michael was inserting was about the same thickness as a finger, maybe a little less. Michael touched it to my opening and hesitated for a moment. Then, I felt him push it inside, past my tight hole, and I gasped as he pushed it inside of me. He seemed to like the noise I made because he withdrew most of the nozzle and pushed it in further. Each time the widest part of the nozzle began to stretch me open, I would gasp and he would push it back in. It felt odd, but not painful, as he continued to push the long nozzle deeper inside of me. Then, I felt a small pop as he pushed it through the internal sphincter. It felt like a quick hit of pain and I yipped in response, but the pain eased quickly and Michael made sure to keep it still before he pushed it to its hilt. I heard the click of a switch, and just like that water flowed into my bottom. Michael had made sure that the water was warm, it was actually quite soothing, and didn’t hurt at all. It felt a bit like a massage from the inside. I could feel it filling me up. Michael kept his hand on top of my cheeks the whole time. He had me rotate on one side as he said it would make it easier for the water to pass. He rolled me to the other side, it felt strange having this tube protruding from my butt, I could feel it against my ass cheek. Michael rubbed my back and It seemed to last a long time, but it was probably only about five minutes. Once the bag was empty, I could tell that the water he was pumping into me had stopped., Michael slowly removed the nozzle from my rectum.”You need to hold it in for a few minutes to make sure you are clean.” He instructed.I held it in for as long as I could until I couldn’t anymore. Michael told me to use the facilities in the room, I saw there was a little door, and so I ran in and sat down just in time. I was there a few minutes and when I knew I was empty, I came out relieved and Michael instructed me to get back onto the table, so I got on and lay back face down. Michael parted my cheeks, again exposing my tight rosebud. He then probed my opening with his fingers just pushing the tip of his index finger inside. He poured some cold lubricant on my bottom and gently rubbed it into my asshole, he made sure to push his finger inside of me and lubed up the inside as well. He reached his thumb down and began stroking my clit. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, I was really enjoying the sensation of his finger probing my bottom while he massaged my clit. All of the sudden; he stopped. He picked up something from the medical tray. I could tell he was rubbing it with lubrication, and I thought it sounded metal. I turned my head enough to see that he was holding a speculum. It wasn’t particularly large, but it wasn’t small either. Michael was working the lubrication all over it. I had never been opened up anally Avcılar Escort before. I didn’t know what to expect and I wasn’t sure about this at all. I let out a little nervous moan.”Now, there is no need to be nervous, we just want to make sure that you are ok inside.””Please don’t hurt me,” I whimpered.”I won’t, don’t worry,” Michael replied.I felt the cold surgical steel touch me and I immediately clamped up. I knew he would want me to submit my bottom to his probing, but I got nervous. Michael pressed a switch on the floor and I felt my mid section rising, pretty soon I was bent over in almost a doggy-like position. Michael held my ass open and slowly pushed the speculum into me. He rubbed my clit which calmed me down considerably and got my excitement going. As the tip entered me I knew I was tight and thanked God there was plenty of lubrication on the metal or else it would have hurt much more than it did. It felt like two or three fingers being inserted into me and I moaned as the metal object penetrated my bottom. I hadn’t had anything this large in there before. Just then, he began opening the device and I stifled a scream. It didn’t hurt as much as it surprised me. There was a lot of pressure, I tried to relax my bottom as much as I could. I could feel Michael peering deep into my ass. I felt small poking tools prodding my inner sphincter and walls. It was a foreign feeling, almost like those alien anal probing stories I’ve heard about.”Everything looks perfectly fine, nothing to worry about in here. Good, nothing should pose any problems with the rest of tonight’s activities.”You mean there is more to come?” I asked seductively.”But of course, you thought that was it?” he laughedMichael closed the speculum in my ass and very slowly pulled it out. He rubbed my clit as he pulled it out. I was moaning from the sensation of the device pulling out and the thumb that was massaging me, he placed the device back onto the tray. He began wiping the excess lubrication off of my butt cheeks and hole, cleaning me up with some warm wipes. His hands were warm and soothing it felt so nice. He began massaging my ass and I still felt so totally exposed. I could feel him rubbing his other hand up and down the slit of my pussy, extracting juices as he rubbed. He lightly kissed my ass and began to lick around the entrance, I was in ecstasy. He moved his tongue lower so that is hit the bottom of my labia and I tried to raise myself up more so that his tongue would enter me, but his hands held me in place. He took total control of me and kept me where I was. Since I was now fully moaning and every nerve in my body was crying out for more, I knew better than to try to protest against a good thing. He started making circles around my clit, just dancing his finger across it.All of the sudden as if he could sense my need, he plunged his tongue into my pussy; he moaned I moaned and writhed with excitement. He fucked my pussy with his tongue, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it in a fast and furious motion. Then, slowed to a nice pace. I nearly came; he sensed my orgasm and stopped licking and rubbing, lifted his head from my body and I frowned a bit.”You taste delicious” He said as he grabbed something I recognized, a vibrator.He placed a small amount of lube on the tip of the vibrator and began taking off his clothes. Once he was naked I could see that he was well endowed. Michael started to tie a belt around his waist. The belt had what looked like a leather patch in front of it with two holes and a metal clip.”What are you doing? I asked.”You’ll see,” he smiled.Michael ended up putting his stiff cock through the top hole and clipping the vibrator in the bottom one.”Michael, what are you doing?” I had that scared feeling again.”Trust me, it’s going to be a nice ride, just relax.” He said soothingly.”Now, we’re going to take this slowly. First, I am going to push this vibrator into your pussy and get you going with it. Then once that has done its job I will enter your ass while the vibrator is fucking your pussy.” He explained.I had never done double penetration before and I was scared. I didn’t know what it would feel like. I know that the anal wall is thin so he would feel the vibrator as well, that thought turned me on incredibly and I felt a rush of wetness in my pussy.”Michael,” I said, my voice shaking , “I’ve never done anything like this, please be gentle with me.” I nearly cried, half with fear, half with left over excitement from his oral attention.Michael did just as he said. He turned the vibrator on and slowly guided it into my pussy as his hips rocked forward. He used his hand to pull his cock up, so it slid between the cheeks of my bottom. I could feel the heat coming from his shaft as it glided up past my tight rosebud. He started withdrawing the vibrator from me. I closed my eyes and moaned as he found a gentle rhythm with the toy attached to his waist. In and out of me it slid, and I was making soft moans and mewls, ‘oh’s’ were escaping my lips, revealing my pleasure. Michael gently rubbed my clit with his free hand. The vibrator was a good size and I could feel my walls clinging to it as he pushed it deeper. He bumped my cervix once or twice, I jumped a fraction and it made me sore, but in a good way. Michael squirted some lube onto his finger and pushed his finger into my bottom to lubricate inside of my ass again. He was making little circles inside so that the rim of my puckered hole was well lubricated. He began moving his finger in and out, slowly, again finding a gentle rhythm. I was getting that same pleasurable feeling as when the speculum left my bottom. I could feel myself getting wetter now, I could hear the vibrator moving in and out as Michael rocked it back and forth. My god, he had my pussy filled with the vibrator and my ass was being invaded by his finger. Just then he added a second finger to my bottom. I groaned as it entered me and joined the first finger, he allowed my body to get used to the additional invader and stretch me open a bit. Then, he began moving them in and out of my stretched butthole. Michael alternated the thrusts of the vibrator with his hips and the penetration of his fingers.Michael could have brought me to orgasm by just continuing this, but there was more to come. He stopped his rocking and his hand. He withdrew his fingers from my ass. He left the vibrator inside and positioned one of my hands under my hips to hold it in place. Michael began lubricating his cock. I knew what was next, but I felt nervous despite having been opened up wide with the speculum earlier.”OK, I think you’re ready. Again, there will be pressure, but it shouldn’t hurt.” he told me.He climbed on top of the table, he straddled the back of my thighs and stared at my bum for a moment. Then, Michael took a hold of his cock and rubbed it up and down my the seam of my ass. Each time he passed my puckered hole, he’d push at it a little to see if it would give way to the swollen head of his cock. I could feel how large it was getting, and the heat coming from his engorged member was nearly Escort Avcılar burning. I had never felt so much heat coming off of someone before.I started rocking my hips back and forth to allow the vibrator to slide in and out. My cheeks touched his legs, and I crooked one finger down to hit my clit each time the vibrator sunk deeper into my canal. God, I was so wet, I could feel my juices running from between my lips. I braced myself and tried to relax as much as I could, knowing that at any moment the swollen head of his cock would penetrate my ass.It seemed like it had been an hour of this, but I’m sure it was only a minute or so, and then it happened. I felt him press his swollen head against me, the warmth was the first thing I noticed on the entrance to my bottom. This was followed by the pressure of his trying to enter me.”Ohhhh….,” I moaned out as he started to spread my butt open. “Baby, go easy. Please be gentle with me.” I pleaded and closed my eyes. “I’ll be gentle Sarah. You just try to relax the muscles of your bottom, and try pushing out a bit, it’ll help me enter you, which will help you.” He replied to me. I did just as he asked. I took a breath and relaxed my opening, pushed out a bit and he slid right in. I gasped, I groaned as my bottom protested against his cock, I could feel the pain and the tightness. Michael kept still in me and let me adjust.”Ok…” I blew the air in my lungs out, “Ok… one …. Just one minute, then, then you should be able to move.” I explained. My eyes shut, I kept tightening and loosening my muscles around his cock. After a minute or so, the pressure and pain subsided, almost completely.”You tell me if you need to stop, ok my girl?” he explained as he started to rock back and forth slowly and not deep at all. I didn’t reply, just nodded. He called me his girl. I wonder if he meant it? I liked the sound of it, of him taking me, of me being his. He was after all, claiming my ass and my pussy at once. Soft mewls and moans escaped my mouth, maybe a whimper or two at first as he started fucking both of my holes at once. I had never, ever, experienced anything like it. The fullness, the sensation of being penetrated twice at the same time. It was raw, it was rough, it was amazing and I didn’t want it to stop. Soon, Michael had his hands on my hips and was pulling my body against his, pulling my body into his, onto his, spearing me, taking me. I was rubbing my clit furiously and I could feel the orgasm building. I could feel his cock throbbing in my ass. I knew I could probably tight it, milk him and make him cum. But, I wanted to keep it going, just for a little while longer.We were both sweating, I could feel his sweat running down his legs and hitting my ass cheeks. I could feel the occasional bead of sweat leave his forehead an bounce off of the small of my back. It would roll down, between my cheeks and mingle with the lubrication he used to enter me. I could hear him groaning as he fucked my tiny body. He was close, I was close. I thought to myself ‘let’s do this thing, let me see if I can make us cum together. I wanted it for him and I wanted it for me. I wanted him to take me and make me sore, make me cum as his cum flowed out of him and deep into my body.”Michael? ” I called to him “baby, fuck me, fuck me deep, and cum in me.” I cried out.”You want me to cum in you? Are you sure?” He asked me in a breathy voice as he pulled me into him.I nodded in agreement “Please, please cum in me, I want to feel you cum deep in my ass.” I begged.He pulled my body against him harder, my breasts were swaying back and forth, I moaned and cried out as he fucked me furiously ‘Oh! Oh yes, unnnnn..ooohhh… ooo… baby, yes!” I started to cum myself, I couldn’t contain it. I felt my orgasm build up and it was like a freight train of electricity surging through me. Once it started, there was no stopping it. It took over my body and I cried out in passion and my body bucked against his as it frayed every nerve I had. “Oh god!” He cried out, “I’m cumming Sarah. I’m cumming harrrrddd!” he screamed as he thrust his cock as much as he could deep into my ass. I shrieked as he did.”Yes, yes baby, cum in me, cum for your girl.” I coaxed him and responded with a look of sheer pleasure as glimpsed him over my shoulder and came again myself, screaming out with him.I could feel his cock expand with pressure and heat, then in an instant, like time stood still, and there was a massive gushing feeling of hot liquid streaming into my body. His cock throbbed and threads of hot cum spurted out of the tip of him and deep into me. Deeper into me than anything or anyone had ever gone. I couldn’t believe the feeling of it. I usually use protection, so no one had ever cum in me before. I know it wasn’t my pussy, but I still relished the feeling of him cumming in me, it was so primal. He grunted as he emptied his balls into my bottom. Michael started to collapse as his orgasm finished, and his seed emptied into me. I lowered myself down onto the cool table and he lay his body on top of me. The pressure of his body pressed against mine felt so captivating. I couldn’t move until he did, and I was perfectly happy like that. I could still feel him twitching inside of me, his cock still throbbing. ”I think I’m still cumming in you.” Michael said with a tired smile.”Mmmm, yes, you are. ” I replied.After what was probably a few minutes, but felt like lovely hours, his cock slipped from my ass. I eep’d as my hole was vacated and started to close. Michael got up and got some wipes. He spread my legs and made me perfectly clean. He paid special attention to each crevice and inch of skin. He lifted me up a bit so that he could make sure I was spotless. He rubbed the sore entrance to my bottom and I hissed through clenched teeth. Yeah, it was sore, but oh such a divine soreness. Pain and pleasure mixed all around my body. I was in a daze as I slowly got up and dressed. Michael watched my body as I put my clothes back on. “What?” I said modestly, covering my breasts as I put my bra, that I hadn’t remembered removing, back on.”You’re so beautiful,” he confessed. I bounced on the balls of my feet as I put my top on, “why thank you, sir. You’re too kind and very handsome yourself.” I said with a giddy smile. Michael and I locked up the lab and he walked me back to my dorm. We kissed for a while under the street lamps before we said our goodbyes and I went inside, sore and happy.I snuck into my room. Thankfully, my roommate was passed out. I showered and changed and went to bed exhausted. The next day, I found myself in the library after all of my classes. I was standing in a long row of books, by myself. My hair in a ponytail, my pencil between my teeth, my tongue fondling its surface, I could feel the lettering with the tip. I was laser focused on the content of a book.All of the sudden I jumped and eep’d out loud as a body slid behind mine and fondled by bottom. I was going to shriek out loud until I looked and saw Michael’s smiling face. I lowered myself down and smiled back, “Hi” I said.”Hi,” he replied “want to check out my lab later? I think you might like it.” he had an evil grin across his face.”Naughty man,” I smiled back. “You’ll have to show me how to get there.” My eyebrows raised and I giggled as he laughed, our fingers locked together and we shared a passionate kiss right there, between the books.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18.

Second to last chapter, working on the final one but it’s taking longer than expected so I figured I’d post this while you all waited.

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Chapter 7

I woke up later than normal the next morning, sunlight streaming through the window to blind me in the literal and figurative sense as I had what seemed like the worst hangover I’d ever had in my life. After Cassie and I had our confrontation last night, it had been relatively simple to use hypnosis to at least temporarily remove her desires for me. I didn’t have that shortcut. We tried to snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie like normal, but I was finding it impossible to have her so close without the darker places of my imagination playing out every filthy scenario in my head. After an hour I made an excuse, went back to my room and took several sleeping pills which now had the effect of giving me a pounding headache. Painfully I made my way to the kitchen where I heard Cassie frustratedly arguing with someone.

“Look I don’t care what you do with him. I just don’t want to hear about it so keep it to yourself.”

Ash, who was dressed in the same outfit as the night before, laughed. “That’s not what you were saying last night.”

“And that was last night. Just… please. I can’t handle hearing about… all of this right now. So do what you want, I’m glad you had a good time, but I don’t want to be involved anymore.” Cassie noticed me as I came further into the room and her face instantly brightened. “Morning dad! Ooh… looks like you didn’t sleep well at all. Feeling alright?”

Figuring that it would be a bad idea to say “I took too many sleeping pills while trying to keep myself from fucking you” I instead just groaned and said “I think I had too much wine. Don’t worry about me though, I’ve had hangovers before.”

“Aww. Well try and take it easy old man. It looks like you and Ash have some things to talk about so I’m gonna go hit the gym. Can you do the thing?” she asked with a smile. “Do the thing” was shorthand for “Can you hypnotize me to give me better stamina and recovery so I can get the most out of my workout?” This had become our routine ever since she had gone back to the gym after her injury.

With me hypnotizing her almost every day it had gotten to the point where I could put her into a trance with a single word and a snap of my fingers. Ash, who had been brooding silently after her fight with Cassie, watched intently as she saw me put my daughter into a hypnotic state, give her suggestions, and then reawaken her all within two minutes. Cassie awoke refreshed and smiling. “Thanks dad! Be back in a couple hours. Love you.” Cassie grabbed her bag and ran off to the gym, leaving me with her friend.

Knowing that the caffeine would just make my headache worse, but not caring in that moment, I started fixing my usual pot of coffee while downing a glass of water and some aspirin in the hopes that I could mitigate the damage. I decided to stop ignoring Ash. “So… when did you get here?”

“Never went home. I figured Cass would want someone to talk to so I just went to the park and smoked for a couple hours. We texted during the movie and I could tell something was up but she wouldn’t talk about it so I came back after you *finally* went to sleep. She let me in, let me sleep on the couch, but she’s not saying shit. So what the fuck happened last night? Last night she was all in on her little plan and this morning she doesn’t want to talk about it. I *know* you caught her in the closet, so SOMETHING happened. A month ago if I had said that you and I fucked she’d want to know every detail, but today she’s a completely…” Ash’s jaw went slack as she put two and two together. “You fuckin’ hypnotized her last night didn’t you?!”

I shrugged, too tired and worn out to care about Ash’s indignation. “Bravo. You figured it out. Can I go now?”

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Cassie spends fucking years pining over you and months trying to work up the nerve to make a move and then last night you catch her red-handed and you’re just like ‘nope you don’t get to make your own decisions’. Like you could have just rejected her instead of fucking brainwashing her.”

I sighed and sat across the table from her. “That’s not how it works Ash. I can’t make her do something she doesn’t want to do. If I tried to make a suggestion that she wouldn’t agree with then the hypnosis just wouldn’t work. I’ve seen it happen before. On some level she genuinely doesn’t want to feel that way about me. She told me as much last night.”

“BULLSHIT! You’re literally the only guy I’ve ever heard her talk about. She told me herself that she fantasized about you all the time. Fuck, that time you made her cum on the couch she called me up the next morning and talked my ear off for hours about how it was everything she ever dreamed of.”

I glared at Ash, feeling my Caddebostan Escort temper rising again. “Did she also tell you that she broke out into tears when it happened? Or that she was visibly terrified and apologized over and over again after it happened? She might have felt differently later, but right then she hated herself for it. And that wasn’t the only time she felt that way. Last night she begged me to reject her because she couldn’t stand feeling that way. So yeah, maybe she does feel that way at times but when faced with her fantasies about me she seemed awfully conflicted about it in the moment. Neither of us wants to make a mistake that we can’t take back. And honestly, this attitude is pretty fucking rich coming from the girl who blackmailed me into sex last night.”

Ash rolled her eyes. “Oh please, it was Cass’ idea. I wouldn’t have ever gone through with blackmail; it would have hurt her too much.”

“How would I have known that?!”

“You might have figured it out had you literally ever talked to your daughter’s only friend.”

“You’re not her only friend.”

“Really? When was the last time you saw any of her other friends?” That stopped me cold. I thought for a minute and realized that I hadn’t seen any of Cassie’s other friends since maybe a month after Cait had died. Ash noticed my abrupt silence. “Yeah, after her mom died those other bitches basically abandoned her.” Ash swallowed hard. “We met in group therapy. Something school had set up for students who had lost family members. I had already been in that group for a year because of my brother and when she started talking about how you had been fucking useless it broke my fucking heart. My parents did the same shit and they still haven’t gotten over it.”

I felt my mouth go dry. “Ash, I’m, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Cassie never told me. I should have… I dunno. It’s not right what I did and it’s not right what your parents are doing.”

Ash shook her head, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “I don’t need your fuckin’ sympathy.”

I reached out for her hand. “You’re going to get it though. I can’t replace your parents and I’m sure you don’t need me to in the first place, but you were there for Cass when I couldn’t be, no matter what happens I’ll always owe you for that. I want you to know that you’re always welcome here and I’ll always listen to you.”

Ash didn’t take my hand, leaving her arms folded across her chest but I saw the tears welling up as she tried to blink them away. I got up from my chair, crossed over to the other side of the table and wrapped my arms around her in an awkward hug. Ash took a shuddering breath, still trying to fight against the emotions. And let it out with a strained chuckle. “Fuck you, you dirty old fuck.” she said with a laugh. I held her for another moment as she relaxed her shoulders having finally managed to keep herself from crying in front of me. “Can we do this in the living room? This is uncomfortable.”

I grabbed my coffee and Ash and I went to sit on the couch. “Look I…” she began “I hated you for a long time. All I saw when I looked at you was the man who hurt Cassie. And when you put her on painkillers after everything that happened with my brother I was ready to kill you myself. But I can’t hate you. Not if I love Cass, and I do love her, like romantically. It helps that you got your shit together. If you were still the same useless piece of shit you were three years ago I’d be taking Cassie away from here as soon as I could convince her to leave. I’d kidnap her if I had to.”

I sipped my coffee as I thought about it. “Does she know how you feel?”

Ash sighed. “Maybe? I haven’t said it out loud. I probably should. But I think you two need to sort your shit out first. This whole hypnosis thing is a band-aid if I’ve ever seen one. That girl wants you bad and I don’t think she’s going to stop until she gets it out of her system.”

“What happens if we go through with it and she regrets it? Would you be so casual about it if you thought she might turn to painkillers because she couldn’t handle what she had done? What happens if we get it out of our systems and that guilt she feels about wanting me in the first place turns into something worse?”

Ash had started to reply when my comment about painkillers caught her off guard. She took a long time to reply. “I think… I think she’d only regret it if you changed. She fought so hard for so long after her mom died to get you back to normal. I think that’s what she’s scared of. I think the real question is if you and her do what you obviously both want to do, then are you going to be able to keep it together for her?” I didn’t have an answer for her. “Worth thinking about.”

Ash grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, apparently done with our conversation. I couldn’t think of anything else to say either so I simply sat and watched whatever Ash wanted to watch as I drank my coffee. An hour or so later Cassie opened the front door and loudly announced Caddebostan Escort Bayan herself to the house “Knock knock! Everyone decent?”

I chuckled “We’re in here Cass, and fully clothed.”

Cassie rounded the corner, all smiles and post-workout glow. “Have fun while I was gone?”

Ash rolled her eyes and I shook my head. “Nothing happened Cass. We just had a conversation.”

“Seriously? What’s wrong?” Ash and I shared a look of confusion. “OK, I didn’t want to make a deal about this but I was serious earlier I didn’t mind. Hell, having had a good run I think I’ve decided that I actually *want* you two to… have some fun together.”

Ash’s look of confusion only deepened and she shrugged at me. “Cass, it’s fine, seriously. I know that last night was your idea. Ash and I really did just talk and that’s OK.”

Cassie took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Look, I know that last night was kind of a shit-show, but after you did the thing, it made me realize something. We both have those urges, and I have an easy answer, but you don’t. I know that being without… we’ll say physical companionship… for the last few years has been hard for you. I just want that if you’re frustrated about, y’know things, then I’d want you to have some fun with Ash, assuming she’s willing, rather than take a bunch of sleeping pills.”

I winced at the accuracy. “It was that obvious huh?” Cassie winked and nodded. “Well I’ll keep that in mind I guess.”

Cassie tossed her gym bag in the corner. “Tell you what, how about I go grab some lunch, give you a little more time and my explicit blessing and whatever happens, happens? Cool? Alright, I’ll be back in an hour.” Before I could say anything Cassie practically ran out the door.

As soon as the front door closed Ash turned to me and shrugged. “I’m game. Get your cock out.”

“Wait WHAT?! What just happened?”

Ash took her shirt off letting her large, creamy white tits fall into view. “I’m still sore from last night but I’ll suck you off. Just don’t cum on my shirt.” Ash leaned over and started unzipping my pants.

Panicking, I covered my crotch with my hands. “Wait, stop, you *just* told me about how much you loved Cassie. We shouldn’t do this.”

Ash sighed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t have a lot of emotional attachments around sex. Yeah, I love Cassie, but if she says she wants us to do this then I’m good to go. Now we don’t have a ton of time so get your cock out.” I wanted to argue with her, to tell her to stop, but right then she was making sense. We were both willing, had Cassie’s explicit blessing and encouragement, and I couldn’t find a reason not to. I moved my hands giving Ash access. “Finally, geez, I usually don’t have to work this hard for it.”

Ash reached into my pants and pulled my soft cock out of my boxers before sucking the limp flesh into her mouth. I groaned at the unfamiliar sensation. As little sex as I’d had since Cait had passed on it had been far longer since anyone had sucked my cock while it was still soft. The soft suction of Ash’s mouth felt amazing as it wrapped my cock in a warm, wet heat. It wasn’t long before she had managed to get me up to my full length. Ash pulled her mouth off me and stroked my slick cock with a grin. “There we go. Now is this gonna work for you or do you need something more?”

Ash popped my cockhead back in her mouth and stroked my shaft as she waited for an answer. I watched as my daughter’s friend bobbed her head lightly on my cock, in time with her strokes, her tits swaying with each bob and stroke. It felt great but after experiencing Anne’s incredible oral technique the other night and cumming in Ash’s ass last night I knew that Ash would struggle to get me off with her mouth alone. “Ass and pussy are off limits?” Ash nodded without letting go of my cock. “Then I’m gonna fuck your tits.”

Ash pulled her head off my cock with a loud pop and grinned. “Of course you are. Dirty old fucks like you always love my tits.” Ash grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it on the ground. Kneeling in front of me she wrapped her milky white tits around my cock, spit on it, and then squeezed them together. My cock, a white-hot bar of steel nestled between two soft pillows of flesh, poked out the top and bumped up against Ash’s neck. “I’ll never understand perverts like you. Always wanting to fuck my tits. You’re telling me this feels better than my mouth?” Ash squeezed her tits together again and bounced them up and down as I felt my cock slide across the smooth skin of her chest.

I watched intently as my cock slid in and out of her cleavage, her pale flesh contrasting with my swollen purple cockhead and her lips parting as she panted slightly with exertion. “You’re right.” Ash looked up at me, meeting my gaze. “It doesn’t feel as good, but it’s not always about the sensation.” Ash held the eye contact as she continued to bounce up and down, her breathing getting harder and her face starting Escort Caddebostan to flush. “For me it’s about the visual. You’re a beautiful girl and I’m loving this view. Lots of guys need that visual stimulation. That’s probably why they like facials so much.” I groaned as Ash popped my cockhead in her mouth sucking what she could while she fucked me with her tits.

Ash took a break from the titfuck as she went back to sucking me off for a bit before pulling her head off again. “I- uh- I always thought t- that the facials were a dominance thing.” Ash breathed harder and more raggedly as she spit on my cock again and stroked it with her hand.

I moaned, enjoying the sensation but also the sight of my daughter’s goth 18-year-old friend stroking my cock while topless. “I’m sure it is for some guys, some guys like using women like fucktoys. Treating them like shit. But I only like that when I know they’re into it too.” I watched as Ash started sucking my cock again. Moaning lightly as I talked about using women like fucktoys. “That’s what you like isn’t it? You want to be used?”

Grinning, Ash pulled her head off my cock again with a pop. “Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you. You like getting ‘dirty old men’ to use you. You like talking shit about them while they fuck you like a cheap whore.”

Ash’s grin grew hungrier as she stroked my cock faster. “And what if I do? What are you gonna do about it you sick fuck?”

I pulled her head down on my cock and held it there with my cockhead poking the back of her throat. I left her like that for a moment with both hands holding her down as I felt her throat work around my cockhead. I let go and she pulled up, gasping. Strands of sticky spit clung to my cock, leading to her lips. I gripped her hair in my hand and pulled her face close to mine, growling. “I’m gonna choke you on my cock, fuck your tits, and cum all over your face.”

Ash’s grin never faded and her eyes never left mine as she wrapped her tits around my cock and squeezed them together. “Fucking do it then! Fuck my tits, cum on my face. Do it you sick fuck!” My hips took over as I thrust up into Ash’s cleavage. I guided her head down for her to suck my exposed cockhead as I pumped in and out of her mouth. Her dirty talk became muffled moans as she reached between her legs, stuck her hands down her jeans and fingered herself. My own breathing turned into grunts and moans as I fucked her tits and mouth harder.

I felt Ash shudder as her hand picked up speed and that tremor was enough to push me over the edge. “FUCK! FUCKING TAKE IT!” I screamed as I stood up in front of her. Ash opened her mouth wide, her hand still working furiously between her legs. I unloaded on her face, painting stream after stream over her brow, nose, lips, and chin. At the feeling of the hot cum splashing across her face and into her waiting mouth Ash shuddered again, this time more violently as she came. Ash closed her eyes and licked her lips, apparently savoring either the taste or the feeling of her own orgasm.

Ash wiped her face clean with a finger before rubbing the cum into her tits and grinning as I watched, entranced. “You’re a dirty old piece of shit.” She emphasized this by tweaking her nipples. “And I love it.”

After a few minutes Ash and I both went off to the bathrooms to clean ourselves up and by the time Cassie returned with lunch it was like we had never moved, though she smiled to herself when she saw the pillow on the floor that we had forgotten to pick up.

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Chapter 8

Normal wasn’t exactly a thing for me anymore, what with me regularly hypnotizing my daughter and fucking her friend any chance I could get, but as the days and weeks went by we gradually fell into a new kind of normal. Most days I would hypnotize Cassie for her pre-workout routine and then every few days she would sheepishly ask me to help her out with her “other problem” which meant that her sexual feelings towards me were getting out of hand again. Ash was basically living at our place by this point so almost any time that we had the house to ourselves we were fucking like rabbits any time my own feelings towards Cassie popped up. It was often.

It was a pleasant surprise when my late wife’s sister Anne started texting me regularly. Between the night we shared at her hotel and her trying to make more of an effort in Cassie’s life she found herself wanting to talk more often. Talking gradually turned into flirting which turned into sexting. It was at the point where any time I would see her contact picture pop up on my phone I would grin and try to find a private place to view her message. Of course, Cassie’s hypnosis sessions and Ash regularly draining me complicated things, but I reasoned it away with the fact that we were just flirting. Anne had never gotten married and in all the years I’d known her she never wanted anything serious, so I figured that as long as she didn’t know then it was all OK. At least for now.

That was our lives for the time being. Cassie, seemingly happier than ever, working hard at school in her senior year. Ash, who had graduated the year before and decided against going to college, working part time and staying at our place. Anne, trying to make up for lost time and get more involved with our lives from afar. And me, trying to juggle all three.

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Josh Knows Best Ch. 08

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Sorry for the delay. Josh graduates and his mom gives him a special graduation present.

Thanks once again to JordanJohnson for his editing.

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The next morning the welts had subsided but my ass was a dusky purple. Even with my underwear as a buffer my jeans felt rough on my sensitive skin. Sitting hurt, a little, but I welcomed the pain. It re-ignited my memories of the night before.

Thursday, the penultimate day of my high school career had arrived. Even if my ass had not been sore, I would have had trouble sitting still.

Ms. Lang tried to lecture but she was clearly distracted. I wondered if anyone else in class realized it was the bulge in my jeans distracting her.

It wasn’t until halfway through my last class of the day that I realized I had to work tonight. I wasn’t working Friday night. That was the night before graduation. But mom would be working Friday and Saturday night. I was struck with horror. No chance of fucking until after mom woke up on Saturday?

Seriously? What the fuck? Was this what it meant to become an adult? Having to work in time for fucking around your job?

That would totally fucking suck.

I considered calling in sick, but my cock did not exert absolute control over my body. Class ended and I headed to the diner. It was busy enough to make the time pass quickly. I don’t think I had ever cleaned the kitchen so quickly before. Having something more than your hand to look forward to when you got home was downright inspirational.

I ran the mile and a half home. I hurried through the kitchen, remembering to lock the door, and was disappointed to see mom sitting watching Fallon in her nightshirt. I hugged her from behind and kissed the side of her neck.

“Why are you wearing a shirt?” I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.

“Settle down, buddy. I’m not eighteen. I’m pooped and my pussy is sore,” she snorted.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, alarm tugged at my guts.

“Yes, but in the way I wanted, the way I asked for. I hurt you too. I had forgotten how nice it was to wiggle in your chair and be reminded you’d been righteously fucked the night before. I’m not complaining. Are you okay?”

“I’m fucking perfect. And horny. I’m perfectly horny.”

“No doubt. I am too but I need some rest.” She stood. “Come on, I’ll take a shower with you, see if we can relieve some of that horniness.”

Do not let anyone tell you getting a hand job is the same as jerking off. It so is not.

As mom stroked my cock, warm water flowing over my shoulders and down my body, I kissed her.

“You know, if your pussy is sore, I could fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes, I’m sure you could,” she chuckled. She kissed me back.

“Not tonight. Maybe Saturday. I’ll have a break after I help set up the diplomas and the actual ceremony. I can run home in-between. I’ll have privacy to prepare myself. I don’t have to go to work until 9:00 pm. We’ll have plenty of time for fun.”

Conversation was lost to the feel of her hand gliding over my cock. My orgasm was good but not as amazing as when my cock was buried in her pussy or her mouth.

In the bedroom, mom had me lie on my stomach. She gently rubbed aloe vera gel over my still smarting ass. Before she was done my cock was throbbing again. When she finished with the gel, I rolled onto my back.

I reached for my cock and began to jerk off. Mom snuggled against my side and stroked the top of my thigh and watched. The past few days had drained my balls. When I came there was hardly any semen.

Mom rolled away and grabbed a handful of tissues. She wiped my belly clean, gave me a quick peck on the lips and said, “good night”. She settled in, pressed against my side and with seconds was sound asleep.

The next thing I knew, the room was bright, my cock was hard and mom was in the shower.

Friday morning. My last day of high school.

There was absolutely nothing of any educational value achieved that day, at least not amongst the seniors.

The bell rang at 3:20 and that was it. I was no longer a high school student. Tomorrow by this time I would have been a high school graduate for an hour or so. I wondered if I would have felt more excited if I had not been having such an intense time at home.

I let out a yell along with all the other seniors. We milled around on the yard in front of the school. I had taken the night off from work but mom had not. Jeff kept haranguing me about going to a party at Roger’s house. I really was not interested. A party at Roger’s meant a bunch of drunk, and soon to be puking, teenagers interspersed with other teenagers baked out of their minds.

Not my scene but I hated the idea of waiting at home for mom to come dragging in, exhausted and smelling of stale beer. So, I heard myself telling Jeff I would go.

“No, shit?” he exclaimed. “Fuck yeah, bro. About time you learned to party.” He pronounced it “par tay” and I almost told him Erenköy Escort to forget it.

I texted mom. She texted back telling me to have fun but not to have more than one beer and if I did call her for a ride home. I replied with an eyeroll, thumbs up and heart emojis.

“Congratulations, Josh,” a soft voice behind said as I hit the ‘send’ button. “Are you working tonight?”

I turned to Ms. Lang and shook my head. “No. I took the night off.”

“Ah, clearing the decks for partying,” she chuckled. “Pity, I don’t feel like cooking tonight. I thought I would stop by the diner. While I was there, I was going to treat you to a graduation Coke.”

Is she hitting on me? I wondered.

“Cool,” I replied. “Unless a long lost, and rich, relative dies and leaves me his money, I’ll be there way too much the rest of the summer.”

“See you around then. And congratulations.”

With that she headed toward the faculty parking lot. I caught myself staring at her ass. When she reached her car, she turned and waved goodbye. And caught me staring at her ass.

I felt guilty. Partly for staring and partly for betraying mom by looking at another woman. I reminded myself there was nothing weird or wrong about noticing Ms. Lang. She had only been teaching a couple of years, meaning she was only five or six years older than me. Besides, she was hot.

“Dude, she totally wants to ride you,” Jeff offered helpfully.

“Shut up, man. Come on. I’m starving. Let’s go get something to eat. We have time for me to annihilate you at Mario Kart before the party.”

“Yeah, right. In your dreams, Brugi, in your dreams.”

I slaughtered him. Just for the record.

†

The party was as awkward as I had expected. Suze was there. The drunker she got the clinger she got. Clingy was replaced by aggression and demands. The third time she tried to kiss me I took her by the wrists and told her again, I loved having her for a friend, but wasn’t interested in dating.

“I don’t want to date either,” she yelled. “I want to fuck, jerk.”

She proceeded to toss what was left of her beer on my chest and stomped off. There was only a sip of beer left in her cup so the damage to my shirt was minimal but enough to leave Jeff incapacitated with laughter.

He was having too much fun to leave and I did not feel like walking two miles home. I almost regretted taking the night off. At least I would have made some money while not having any fun.

I spotted a couch with only one other person sitting on it, Maggie. Maggie and I had known each other since fourth grade. She was more cute than pretty and wicked smart. She had focused more on science, while I took more history and lit classes. We had not spent much time together since freshman year.

“Is this seat taken, madam?” I asked in my best Downton Abbey accent. I thought I nailed it but Maggie rolled her eyes.

“Fleeing from the terror of the woman scorned,” she drawled. “I’m not sure I care to be your rebound couch companion.”

“Nothing to rebound from,” I replied as I sat. “I don’t mean to be mean or anything.”

“For someone with a genetic defect, you are halfway decent.”

“Genetic defect?”

“Y-chromosome, Josh. For a guy you’re not horrible.”

“Wow, thanks for the compliment. I’m honored,” I replied. It was my turn to roll my eyes.

“You should be,” Maggie retorted. “God must hate me. I keep praying to wake up a lesbian, but no dice.”

I laughed.

“I wasn’t joking,” Maggie said, giving me the side eye.

“I know, Maggie. That’s why I laughed. You really think guys are so terrible? Come on.”

“Uh, hmm, let me see,” she intoned, a mock look of contemplation on her face. “Barry?” she held up a finger. “Total dick. Jon?” Another finger. “Douche. Sam?” A third finger. “Dick and douche.”

“Hang on, Maggie, exes don’t count. Of course you hate them.”

“My point being, every guy I’ve gotten to know beyond the purely casual ended up being a horror show of insecurity, pettiness and irritation because I wouldn’t blow them on the second date.”

“You’re joking about that,” I insisted.

She turned to face me. “Only partly. I think Sam asked for a blowjob on our first date, which by the way, consisted of me buying him a supersized Big Mac meal and I detest McDonald’s.”

“Ouch. Okay, I got give you that one. I will also go far as to concede the average high school male is lacking a certain level of maturity.” I held up a hand as she opened her mouth. “However, the average high school female gives the average high school male a run for his money.”

She closed her mouth and sighed. “Well, just fuck me. There’s goes the lesbian escape hatch. Maybe I’ll join a convent.”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to be a lesbian?” I joked.

“Har-har,” she rejoined, but almost smiled.

“I don’t suppose you have a car?” I asked.

“Would I be sitting here if I did? I rode here with She Who Wants To Jump Your Bones.”

“Really? Erenköy Escort Bayan Are you the designated driver?”

“I hadn’t planned on it. I wasn’t planning on drinking but hauling Suze’s drunk ass into a car without getting barfed on was not part of the deal. She can’t drive though.”

“I have an idea, be right back.”

I hurried over to Jeff. I knew for a fact he was drinking the same beer he got when we arrived. He was fucking pain in the ass but he was not a big partier despite his boasts.

“Dude, give me your keys,” I told him.

“What? Fuck off, no way.”

“Maggie came her with Suze, who is totally fucked up. She can’t be allowed to drive. I’ll take Maggie home in your car and you drive Suze home in hers. You’re practically neighbors.”

“Why doesn’t Maggie drive you home in Suze’s car?”

“I don’t care. If Suze gives her the keys, will you make sure Suze gets home?”

He nodded.

“Cool.” I started to turn away then stopped. “Dude, make sure one of these jock dipshits doesn’t take her off to a room somewhere. She’s way too drunk.”

“What the fuck, she’s not my date,” he protested. I ignored him. For all his faults he was a good guy. I knew he would keep an eye on Suze.

“See if you can get the keys from Suze,” I told Maggie when I returned. “Jeff will keep an eye on her and give her a ride home.”

Maggie shrugged and with a sigh rose from the sofa and moved across the room to where Suze was holding forth and spilling most of her latest cup of beer in the process. From my vantage point, Suze paid no attention to Maggie, not even when she pushed her hand into Suze’s front pocket and pulled out the car keys.

“We can’t leave her like this. I can’t believe I’m friends with the stupid bitch,” Maggie sighed. “Come on. You’ll probably have to carry her.”

“We’re good. Jeff will keep an eye on her and get her home.” I saw the skeptical look in Maggie’s eyes. “He’s a goofball, he talks too much, but he’s a good guy. He’ll make sure she gets home safe.”

Maggie glanced over at Jeff. He was watching us. He rolled his eyes, nodded and mouth ‘get the fuck outta here’.

Maggie gave him a fierce look, pointed two fingers at her eyes then at his. He laughed.

“Come on, Maggie. You can trust him. Honest.”

It was her friend’s car so Maggie drove. We did not speak. It was a nice night. The moon was three-quarters full and there were no clouds to dim its glow. I noticed again how fresh, new and green the world smelled. It was easy to ignore the odd scent of car exhaust and garbage cans that needed a wash.

Maggie pulled up to the curb in front of my house. I turned to her. “Do you want to come in? Have a Coke? Watch a movie?”

She eyed me for a moment then turned the engine off. “Sure,” she sighed, as if she was doing me a favor.

I stifled a grin and settled for a simple, “cool”.

What are you doing? I raved to myself as we walked to the house.

†

As the guest I let Maggie choose the movie. She chose Bird Box. I surprised myself by liking it. It seemed like cheating on mom to sit too close to Maggie. On the other hand, I did not want to insult her by not acting interested.

Movie over, I stood. “You want another Coke? A beer?”

“Beer, unless it’s an IPA, they’re too bitter for me.”

“Pilsner it is.”

I returned with the beers, handed her one and sat down, nearer the middle of the sofa but not touching her.

“I don’t bite you know,” Maggie offered as I picked up the TV remote.

Now I was really stuck. I could not claim to be seeing someone. Maggie would know I was not dating anyone from school. Telling her I was involved with my mother was not an option. Worse, I wanted to put my arm around her.

I was fucking my mother. She had, more or less, promised me anal after graduation but I was sitting here, wanting to put my arm around Maggie. And not just put my arm around her. What the fuck was wrong with me?

You’re a fucking asshole that’s what’s wrong with you, my brain replied.

I turned to Maggie and cupped her cheek with one hand. I allowed myself one quick kiss, no tongue. I was appalled by how hard I found it to pull away.

“We’ll both be heading off to school in a few weeks. What’s the point of starting anything?” I asked, still cupping her cheek. I realized I had been wrong. She was not cute; she was definitely pretty.

Even when she rolled her eyes, she was pretty.

“I’m not asking to marry you, or even date. That doesn’t mean we can’t make out. Have some fun.” She smiled, the question in her eyes easily read.

“True, but my mom will be home soon.”

“We’ll see the lights from her car in plenty of time.” The smile faded from Maggie’s face. “If you don’t want to make out with me, just say so. Don’t be a pussy.”

I had lied to mom. I had told her I knew what we were doing was not permanent. I lied and told her if a girl came along who interested me, I would pursue a relationship. Escort Erenköy I had not expected to have my lie tested in less than a week.

Had I been lying to myself as much as to mom?

There was no denying I wanted to kiss Maggie, kiss her and more. But that would mean I was cheating on mom. Right?

If you ever want to push a guy into doing something they’re hesitating over, imply their hesitation reflects a lack of masculinity. Whether or not that was Maggie’s intention by calling me a pussy or not, it worked.

I twisted, leaned over her and kissed her, one hand cupping the back of her neck. She offered her tongue and I accepted it.

I was surprised, and delighted, when she pushed me back and moved to straddle my lap. Now, she was kissing me and doing an exceptionally nice job of it. Her hands were around my neck. She pressed her ample chest against mine. She ground her pussy against my rapidly hardening cock.

My questions, my guilt, all were forgotten as my body responded to hers.

Mine was not the only body responding. Maggie’s kisses became more fervid. One of her hands left my neck and pushed between our bodies. I shivered a little when her hand clutched at my cock.

I wiggled my hands beneath her top and found her breasts. Even through her bra I could feel how hard her nipples were. She moaned into my mouth as I kneaded her breasts. She moved her hand and began to grind herself against the bulge in my jeans.

I tried to push her bra down and failed. I tried to push it up and succeeded. Her bra and shirt were now bunched up beneath her chin. Her boobs, smaller than moms but gorgeous, were freed. A feast for eyes, hands and mouth.

I lifted my head and found her nipple. She gasped as I sucked it between my lips. Moaned as I flicked it with the tip of my tongue.

She lifted herself off my lap and hurriedly pulled off her jeans. She had on plain, white cotton panties. The front was nearly transparent. Beneath the darkened, damp fabric I could easily see her pussy lips and a small, well-trimmed, patch of dark curls. I thought for a moment she was going to take off her panties. She did not.

She straddled me again, grinding herself so forcefully against my jeans I was worried she would hurt herself. She leaned over me and I reapplied myself to taking care of her nipples.

She began to groan and buck against me.

Car lights lit up the wall behind us.

“Maggie, my mom is home!” I hissed, trying to lift her off my lap. She was too lost in her orgasm to care. “Maggie!” I called louder and lifted harder, sliding from beneath her. “Hurry up and get your clothes back on. My mom is here.”

Still panting, Maggie nodded. She groped for her jeans, grabbed them and headed down the hallway for the bathroom. Mom opened the side door into the kitchen at the same time. I could not be certain if Maggie was out of sight when she opened the door.

“Hey, mom. How as work?” I called in what I hoped was a normal voice. “Maggie is here. We just finished Bird Box. It was pretty good.”

Mom came into the living room. She looked tired. She gave me a long look. I did my best to not look guilty.

“You want to watch some TV with us?”

She shook her head. “No, my ass is dragging and I got to get up earlier than usual and get to school to make sure everything is ready for graduation.”

“Hi, Ms. Brugi,” I heard Maggie call from the hallway. I stifled a groan. She hadn’t flushed the toilet. If she had not gone into the bathroom to use the toilet, why was she there? Mom was so far from stupid it was not funny. She would know something was fishy.

“Hi, Maggie. You kids got tired of the grad party?”

“Oh, please,” Maggie replied, rolling her eyes as she came into view. “Thank God, Josh was there or I would have been trapped waiting for Suze.” She turned to look at me then back at mom. “We should bet on whether or not she makes it to the graduation ceremony and whether or not if she does, can she make it through without fainting or puking or both.”

Mom frowned. “She was that drunk?”

“Wasted,” Maggie affirmed.

“Jeff agreed to keep an eye on her and get her home,” I explained. “We didn’t abandon her. I wanted to borrow Jeff’s car to bring Maggie home but he was being a pain in the ass. Instead, Maggie borrowed Suze’s car and brought me home.”

“Well, you kids watch TV as long as you want. I’m going to bed,” mom announced.

“Thanks, Ms B but I need to get home.” Maggie turned to me. “Thanks for the movie and the Coke.”

“And the beer,” mom drawled, staring at the coffee table.

“And the beer,” Maggie laugh, not even bothering to blush. “‘night. See you tomorrow, Josh.”

“Joshua, make sure Maggie gets to her car safely.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied as I stood.

“Madam,” I said to Maggie, bowing. “As a guess of our humble abode, you are allowed to use the front door of our domicile.”

I opened the front door and flipped on the front light as both mom and Maggie rolled their eyes.

I walked Maggie to the car. I had no idea if mom was watching but when Maggie rose up on tiptoes, I had to kiss her. What option did I have? She had just brought herself to an orgasm while I sucked on her boobs. And now I would refuse to kiss her?

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Following in My Mother’s Footsteps Ch. 02

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Reading notes: This is a stand-alone story, but I would advise reading Chapter 1 first to get the background of who the main characters are, their relationships, and how they got to the point where this second installment begins. I am particularly indebted to Arking, not only for her very kind comments on the first chapter, but also for the encouragement to take my fictional tale one step further and reveal how young Rhys and his mother Olwen develop their relationships with each other and with Richard, Olwen’s cuckold and with Moira, Rhys and Olwen’s Head Teacher. As with the first part of this saga (and all my fictional stories) all sex described is consensual, and takes part between adults of eighteen years of age and older. Please consider using the scoring system and leaving a comment when you’ve read it. All authors need constructive criticism and comment. Thank you.

It was a Friday night, and I was at my mother’s house, as usual. I lay beside her, in her big double bed and watched with interest as her husband, Richard, eagerly lapped out all the cum I had just deposited in her cunt. Yes, I know that’s not a normal scenario, but neither Olwen and Richard nor I have a normal lifestyle. I should explain that last statement.

I had grown up in a very loving family, and for the first twenty two years of my life, I was led to believe that Olwen was my sister. But when my grandparents, the people I believed to be my mother and father, were killed in a traffic accident, my whole life changed.

I went to university, as planned, got my degree and qualified as a modern languages teacher. Then Olwen, who had taught me at school told me there was a job going in my old school. It was only then that the whole truth came out.

I’d always had the hots for the woman I regarded as my big sister. She smoked cigars, which always gave me a hard on, which I would take care of as soon as I was alone, in the time honoured fashion. But one day, when Olwen and Richard came to my house to congratulate me on getting my teaching qualification, my whole world changed.

We’d had supper and Olwen lit up a cigar. I immediately got a hard on, and Olwen noticed it. In no time at all, she had my cock in her mouth, and she sucked me off, taking all my cum without any fuss at all. Then, to my surprise, she kissed Richard, and spat all my cum into his mouth, and made him swallow it. Then, whilst Richard cleared the table, she took me upstairs and I lost my virginity to my big sister.

Or so I thought. After we’d fucked, and we were both getting our breath back, Richard was cleaning Olwen’s cunt, and she casually told me that she wasn’t in fact, my sister, but my mother. It was a shock, of course, but as I’ve already mentioned, I have always had the hots for her. So we’ve continued to fuck ever since that night.

But only on Friday nights. Having lost my cherry to an older woman, I found that I had a taste for ‘mature’ sex. Not long after I first fucked Olwen, I found myself having supper with my Head teacher, who had insisted that she show me some gratitude for my giving her a lift to and from school every day.

Miss Moira Owens was regarded by many as an old maid. She was the Head teacher when I was a pupil at the school. She’d never married, and her only passions seemed to be her profession and giving her pupils the best possible start in life. All through my time as a pupil in the school, I fancied my sister (as I thought of her then), and I respected Miss Owens. It was only when I got to know her properly that my respect turned into a feeling of tenderness and, yes, love.

Moira Owens was desperate to experience sex. She was fifty three years old, and had barely been kissed, let alone fucked. But on that night when she invited me for supper, a clumsy attempt on my part to seduce her, resulted in her confessing that she needed to be spanked before she got turned on. She told me she used nipple clamps when she was doing housework, and a hairbrush to spank herself before she got herself off with a dildo. She seemed ashamed of her ‘perversions’ as she called them, but I soon put her straight on that.

The long and short of it was that I fucked her that night, and several more times over that weekend. We became regular lovers, always on a Saturday and Sunday only. I continued to fuck my mother on a Friday night, and my boss on the rest of the weekend. Olwen knew about Moira, but Moira knew nothing about Olwen and I, other than the fact that we were not sister and brother, but mother and son. We had decided to come clean and tell our colleagues in school, and everyone accepted Olwen’s explanation that she had been too ashamed at the time to admit that she was pregnant outside marriage. So one of our secrets was out. We kept the other one, the fact that Olwen and I were fucking one another, to ourselves.

So, back now to that Friday night that I mentioned at the start of this story.

“So when are you going?” I asked, as Richard continued to clean up his Hot Wife. Olwen drew on Bağdatcaddesi her cigar, exhaled the smoke through her nostrils and smiled at me.

“School finishes next Friday,” she said, “and we’ll be on the plane the following day. I was going to ask you if you’d mind driving us to the airport. I know you usually stay over at Moira’s place on a Saturday night. Do you think you could spare some time from fucking our Head teacher to do me this little favour?”

“Of course I’ll take you,” I smiled. “But if you’re not going until Saturday, that means that we can still have our regular Friday night sex, does it?”

“No can do, I’m afraid” replied Olwen through a cloud of creamy cigar smoke. “I might be taking the cuckold to a fetish based Caribbean resort, but I’ll be fucking my new boyfriend next Friday before we go. I’m meting him for the first time tomorrow. He’s replacing Gareth.”

I knew what Olwen was referring to. As a Hot Wife, she regularly fucked men other than her cuckold, Richard. As well as me, Olwen had been fucking Gareth, a dentist from the next town to ours. But Gareth had recently met someone who had encouraged him to find God. As a result, he had broken things off with my mother, and was going to marry his new girlfriend.

Olwen had taken the rebuff philosophically.

“Plenty more fish in the sea,” she’d remarked as we kissed and cuddled. “And I’ve got a replacement for Gareth lined up anyway. As I mentioned, I’m seeing him for the first time tomorrow night. Richard’s coming with me, just to check him out, and if he passes muster, Richard can fuck off home and wait for me to bring his cream pie home for him! I’ll have to tell him tomorrow that we’re going on holiday, so he can come round next Friday night for sex before I leave.”

I looked at my mother in admiration. She was, to me at least, an incredibly sexy woman, who loved sex and who would do almost anything to ensure that she got what she wanted. She told me that Richard had booked for them to visit the Adult Paradise resort in the West Indies a few weeks previously, and had suggested that I book for myself and Moira. It was a place mainly for swingers, but it catered for all sorts of fetishes, and Olwen was hoping to sample some ‘foreign cock’ as she put it, before she came home and began to cuckold Richard again, this time with her new lover.

She’d just about finished her cigar, and as she mashed the butt into her ashtray, Richard emerged, red faced and grinning from between her legs.

“So tasty,” he said, licking his lips. “Rhys always seems to cum in much greater quantity than your other lovers, my dear.”

“It’s probably because he’s fucking his mother,” smiled Olwen, winking at me. “Talking of which, are you ready to go again?”

I looked down at my semi hard cock and considered whether I could get it up again.

“Maybe if Richard gave me a little bit of help?” I said hopefully.

Richard needed no further instructions. He took my limp cock in his mouth and started to suck. My shaft was still coated in a combination of Olwen’s cunt juice and my cum, and I knew that Richard the cuckold loved the taste of my cock when it had been in his Hot Wife’s cunt. I no time at all, I was hard again, and when I pulled out of his mouth, Olwen’s eyes lit up in delight.

“Doggy fashion, I think,” she murmured, rolling over and getting onto her knees before shoving her arse up in the air. Richard went back to the cuckold’s chair to watch, and I got into position behind my mother. I love fucking her in any position, but doggy was our favourite. I always seemed to be able to go deeper when I fucked her from behind.

I prepared her in my usual way, wiping my mushroom head up and down her cunt slit a few times. Olwen was beautifully wet, and I slid into her easily, with only the slightest of cunt farts. I rested my thighs up against the backs of her legs as she clamped down on my already throbbing cock.

“Oh fuck!” she breathed as I reached around and cupped both of her lovely soft tits in my hands, “I love it when you fuck me from behind, my darling. Your cock fills me up beautifully.”

I felt her cunt relax its’ grip on my cock shaft, and we were off. Slowly at first, I pulled out almost all the way before gently sliding back in. Olwen had confessed to me that she’d had dozens of lovers since Richard had persuaded her to become a Hot Wife, but she did pelvic floor exercises regularly, I knew, and her cunt was still remarkably tight for a woman who would be fifty years of age in a couple of years.

I felt her clamp down on me again, and I paused whilst Olwen luxuriated in her first orgasm of our second fuck. When she released me, I resumed my fucking, this time a bit quicker and harder. Olwen moaned.

“God, I love this,” she said softly. “Mmm! Oh yes! Tug my nipples harder! Oh fuck! I’m going go cum again!”

I continued to fuck her through this second orgasm, and she whimpered with delight. I could feel my balls beginning to signal that Bağdatcaddesi Escort I was ready to cum too. I increased my pace, and the bedroom echoed to a combination of sounds.

My balls slapped against Olwen’s bum, her moans and gasps alternated with my heavy breathing and then as we both reached our mutual climax, I grunted with pleasure and my mother moaned encouragement.

“Fuck! Yes! Oh fucking hell! Mmm! Yes! Ye-e-e-s! Aargh! Fuck! Keep it there! Oh fuck! Fuck! FFUUCCKK!”

She collapsed face down onto her pillow, and I finished off with a few more thrusts that caused her to squeal with delight. She clamped down on my cock to extract the last drops of cum out of the rapidly shrinking member. I pulled out of her and lay on my back, gasping for air.

Olwen rolled over and kissed me. Our lips met and our mouths opened. We kissed deeply, exchanging breath and saliva, our tongues mingling as we rode out the high that our fucking had taken us to. As we broke our kiss, good old reliable Richard was getting into position to carry out his second clean up job of the night.

The next day, Saturday, followed a well established pattern. I did my weekly shopping at our local supermarket, and got home in plenty of time to begin my weekly task of planning next week’s lessons. I finished that task earlier than usual because as it was the last week of term, lessons were not going to be so formal. It gave me chance to turn my thoughts to the rest of the weekend’s entertainment.

Picking up the phone, I dialled the familiar number, which was answered almost immediately.

“Good afternoon, Daddy.” Moira’s lovely soft voice always caused my cock to stir, and she knew that I loved it when she called me ‘Daddy’.

“Hi, baby girl,” I responded. “Is six o’clock too early?”

“Of course not,” she replied, and I could hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll be ready and waiting. Supper will be on the table at seven or a quarter past at the latest. The back door will be open, as usual.”

This last remark was not a coded reference to anal sex, although I’d been fucking her up the arse for all of the two years that we’d been lovers. Moira lived just off the main road, in the middle of a terrace of houses, and her immediate neighbours on both sides were incredibly nosey.

So I’d started parking my car in a small car park a few streets away, and going into Moira’s house via a lane at the back of her property. Her back garden was bordered on both sides by tall hedges, and the nosy neighbours couldn’t see anyone coming in through the garden gate. So both Moira and my reputations were safe, which was a good thing, given what we got up to once I was inside the house!

I arrived promptly at six, and made my way down the garden path and into the house via the back kitchen door. I smiled. Moira was in position, on her knees with her tits out for inspection. I moved within reach and she slid the zip on my jeans down and took my cock out. It started to swell immediately, and she licked the mushroom head all over before slipping it into her warm, wet mouth.

I recalled the first time she had ever sucked my cock. She’d never done such a thing before and she attempted to swallow my whole length, which caused her to gag and choke. In the time since then, she had become an accomplished cock sucker, and could now perform deep throat without gagging. She swallowed my cock and used her throat muscles on my sensitive mushroom head. This was how our weekend together always started.

I skull fucked her for a few moments and then withdrew slightly to allow her to use her tongue. She thrust her tits out and I grabbed her nipples and squeezed. Moira had told me that she needed pain to get herself wet, and in the two years that we’d been fucking, she had turned into a real pain slut. I felt her murmur of pleasure through my cock as I squeezed her hard nipples cruelly.

I could feel Moira’s breath being exhaled through her nostrils as she continued to suck my cock despite the pain she was feeling in her nipples. She raised her eyes to look at me. Not long after we’d become lovers, she’d confessed that she liked to see my face at the exact moment that I started to cum in her mouth. Such was her skill at cock sucking, that moment was rapidly approaching.

I stopped my back and forth movement, and allowed her to concentrate on extracting my cum out of me with her tongue and her lips. The only sounds in the kitchen were our combined breathing and the occasional slurp.

She smiled at me without breaking the rhythm of her sucking, and I winked at her. I was right on the edge.

“Here it comes!” I muttered and I felt my cock expel the first rope of cum into Moira’s mouth, swiftly followed by several more spurts. Moira swallowed them all and continued to suck my cock, even as my hard on subsided. When I pulled my shrivelled member out of her mouth, she stood up and put her arms around my neck. We kissed.

I love the taste of my own cum on Moira’s lips Escort Bağdatcaddesi and tongue, and her cock breath always excites me too. When I broke off our kiss, I held her at arms length and smiled at her.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely. “I love it when you suck my cock.”

Moira blushed.

“Thank you for teaching me how to deep throat,” she replied. “I love how our weekends together always start with a mouthful of cum. Draining you of your first load straight away means our fucking later on lasts so much longer!”

As usual, Moira had prepared us a delicious supper. We ate it, and fed one another occasionally, sharing a mouthful of wine or a strand of spaghetti á la ‘Lady and the Tramp.’ I helped Moira clear away and load the dishwasher, and then we retired to the comfy sitting room in her house to have coffee and to watch some porn.

It had been my idea to introduce Moira to some of the more extreme porn channels, to see if there was anything that turned her on and that she would like to try. As a result, we now included watersports, edging and sensory depravation in our play. She sat on my lap and we watched a particularly hot clip of a submissive lesbian being fisted and pissed on before her Mistress took her to a bukkake party where she was used by about a dozen men as target practice whilst they wanked over her and all of them shot their cum until her face and hair resembled a puddle of slime.

“I love it when you cum in my mouth,” Moira admitted, blushing furiously. “And I’m not looking for other lovers. But I’d love to be used and humiliated like that in public.”

I was rock hard again by this time, so we went upstairs to bed. We undressed one another and got into bed in the sixty nine position. Moira loved oral sex as much as I did and we got down to it straight away.

As I’d cum in her mouth earlier in the evening, I was able to hold off from shooting my load again quite easily. Not so Moira. I lapped at her outer lips, easing my tongue into her soft, wet slit and finding her clit. I could feel her trembling on top of me, and she opened her legs even wider. Her cunt opened like a flower in the sunshine, and I tasted the juices that had started to flow.

As I tongue fucked her, she rode my face and I managed to slip my index finger up her arse. I heard her moan through a mouthful of cock, and she clamped down on my finger. Moira loves all things anal.

She was flowing now, and I lashed her clit with my tongue. She gasped and released my cock from her mouth.

“Oh, yes Rhys,” she panted. “Give me more! Please make me cum! Mmmm! Oh that’s lovely! Do that again! Yes! Yes! Aargh! YYEESS!!!”

She exploded in my mouth, over my face and in my hair. I was dripping wet. Reluctantly, Moira rolled over, but quickly scrambled round and lay beside me. She kissed my lips and then began to lick my face, very much like a cat cleaning itself. Every now and then, she stopped her licking to kiss me. Her lips and tongue tasted of cunt and her breath stank of it. It was one of the most erotic episodes I could remember since we’d become lovers.

When she was happy that she’d cleaned me up sufficiently, Moira took hold of my cock and climbed aboard me. I took over the holding duties and she slid herself down onto my throbbing member. We both grinned as two became one, joined at the groin.

Moira clenched down on me, as I’d taught her to do. I reached up and thumbed her nipples, which were already as hard as bullets. Her tits are smaller than my mother’s, but none the less pleasant to squeeze and suck. I raised my head awkwardly and latched on before Moira leaned forward far enough to allow me to rest my head on the pillow once more. I bit her nipple and felt her cunt clench again as the pain registered in her brain, and she moaned in pleasure.

I dragged my teeth down her hard, rubbery nipple and released it with a plop.

“I’ve been a naughty girl, Daddy,” Moira confessed in her special voice that she used when she needed to be spanked. “I went out shopping this morning and I forgot to put any knickers on. I came home on the bus, and I’m sure the man in the seat next to me could smell my cunt juice. I’d been thinking of your lovely cock, and what it does to me, and my cunt was very wet.”

I pushed my hips upward, going even deeper into Moira’s cunt. She wobbled a bit and then clenched again.

“Are you going to spank me for being such a shameless slut?” she asked hopefully.

I gripped both of her tits in my two hands and pushed them together before squeezing them hard. Moira smiled and her bottom lip trembled.

“Yes I am,” I replied. “You know it’s not ladylike to go out without underwear. What if you’d had an accident and been taken to hospital? Everybody in this town knows you. You’ve taught half of them! How would you like it if they knew that prim and proper Miss Owens is really a cock hungry slut?”

“I’d love it,” she answered back. “The more we see of each other, the more you teach me about sex, the more I want to shout from the rooftops that Rhys Roberts is my lover, my Master and my Daddy. I know we can’t be seen together in public, other than in a school situation, but the truth is, we are both adults. Why can’t you and I go out together in public, and show the world that we’re together?”

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