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I’ve started my new job, and except for the occasional business trip on which I accompany Teresa and am required to fuck her as part of my duties, our clandestine office affair has been going on for a while now. Each morning I call you into my office, we chat a little about the day’s activities, but always at some point, I quietly shut my office door and on cue you rise out of your chair and approach my desk. We have a certain routine down pat: if you’re wearing a skirt, I ask you to raise it so I can see if you’re wearing any panties. You know that if you come to work wearing a skirt and no panties, you’ll be rewarded by a seat on my desk, reclining, spreading your legs, and having me bury my face in your pussy.

I place one hand on either of your thighs and part your legs, as you rest your heels on my shoulders. You lie flat on your back, excited by my approaching tongue as I lick the insides of your thighs and gently kiss your pussy mound, my chin just grazing your clit. You begin to squirm in anticipation, and as I kiss your lips tenderly, I can feel their moisture on my lips. I turn my head sideways and begin to kiss your pussy a little more deeply and eventually French kiss your pussy, driving my tongue inside of you. You push back against my exploring tongue. I feel your hips gyrate with my face and tongue and begin to work up your pussy until I find your clit, plump, tender, ready to be licked and sucked. You reach down and pull back your hood and my tongue flutters like a butterfly on a flower bud until you cum for me.

Then I stand up, unzip my trousers, and take my cock out of my fly, lying it down across your sensitive, sopping wet pussy. I know you want it inside of you, but before I’m willing to fuck you, I want to see your tits. You lift your shirt up to your shoulders, and I reach forward and pull the cups of your bra down and your ripe tits fall out. I whisper to you, “Good girl,” and slip my cock inside of you with one, slow stroke, your beautiful pussy giving way to the solidity of my prick. I lean forward to suck on your nipples.

My cock is bursting and has been erect all morning waiting for our daily conference. Neither of us wants to be caught so we know we have to fuck fast and hard and cum quickly. I start to pound your pussy furiously. As I fuck you, I tell you how I’ve been thinking about you since you left the office last night, how much my cock yearns to be deep inside of you, how perfect it feels when we’re entwined, how gorgeous you look jiggling and bouncing underneath me. You wrap your legs around me, I pin your wrists on to the desk and lean over you. I can feel your labored breathing in my ear. I know you’re ready to cum, and so am I. I whisper to you, “I’m about to burst and I want us cum together,” and you nod your head. My cock erupts inside of you as you moan in ecstasy, cumming in my arms as my jizz fills you.

Then there are those days when you wear slacks to the office. Of course, we have to have our morning meeting. When the time is right, I motion to you to close the door. You do as I request and come around to my side of the desk. I turn my desk chair toward you as you approach, and you kneel down between my thighs. Your hands work my zipper and slip into my fly, untangling my erect cock from my boxer shorts and trousers, pulling it out and caressing it at the same time. I lean forward and lift your shirt over your head, your arms raised in the air. I squeeze your supple tits while their still encased in your lacey bra, running my thumbs escort bayan istanbul over where your nipples start to protrude. Then, I reach around and unsnap your bra, taking it off of your shoulders and arms. I cup your big tits in the palms of my hands and knead them as you continue to stroke my cock. When I’m ready, I lean back in your chair and your head dips forward, your mouth encircles my prick and you start to draw it into you. I can hear you as you slurp my prick, your one hand cupping my heavy balls, your other hand on my thigh. I want to watch, so I gather your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face, holding you by your hair as your head bobs up and down rhythmically. I whisper to you, “Put it between your tits.”

You sit up on your knees and dangle your beautiful tits so that my cock is in your cleavage. You’re resting your hands on my thighs, looking up into my eyes, as you sway side to side so that your soft tits collide with my cock. I take my cock in my hand and rub it against your erect nipples and then push it forward until it’s wedged firmly in your cleavage. You immediately squeeze your tits together around my cock and start to bounce up and down on my cock. Once again, I hold your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face. You ask me, “Are these tits as nice as my pussy?” I shake my head no. You lean forward and with one motion take my cock in your mouth and deepthroat me, immediately taking my cock back out and wrapping your tits back around it. Once again, you ask me, “Is my mouth as good as my pussy?” I shake my head again. You ask, “Do you want to fuck me now?”

I tell you, “No, today is about you servicing me, so get to work on that cock.” Your lips wrap around my prick again and my hips start to buck. You know I’m about to cum…

Most people in our office are aware that we’ve been fucking on a regular basis even if they don’t know that we’ve been playing every morning in my office. I still service Teresa regularly, occasionally with the rest of the VP’s at the same time, and as long as she gets hers, she doesn’t mind who else I do. I’ve taken you on a few business trips and you’ve been the perfect administrative assistant: incredibly efficient during the day, charming company at dinner, and an absolutely insatiable whore at night.

I have some clients coming to town today and, after meeting with them, I take the clients to dinner. You’re upset that I’m going to miss the office happy hour/going away party for one of the staff, but I promise to make it up to you the following morning. I don’t know who’s surprised more when I drop by the office after the client dinner to find you fucking the summer intern on the conference room table. At least you’ve had the courtesy of not fucking him on my desk. He looks terrified when I enter, expecting to get fired, but I tell him he should continue what he’s doing. He starts to stammer that the two of you have just started and should probably just stop, but I insist. Plus, I can see as you lie on the conference room table that your beautiful pussy is dripping wet. I tell the intern, “Look at her, Andrew, she’s spread, soaking, and waiting for you. Go ahead and fuck her the way she needs to be fucked.”

Overall, I’m surprised. Mostly because I thought you liked slightly older, more experienced men. Whenever we took our business trips together, we’d talk about whom you’d like to take back for a threesome and it always seemed to be the most senior person, never the juniors about your escort istanbul age. You have, however, chosen well, Andrew has a slightly larger than average cock, and he’s certainly good looking. I can see you gasp as he plunges his big prick inside of you. You turn to look at me as he starts to pump you. “That’s okay,” I tell you, “lean back and enjoy it, Jessica.”

You start to buck your hips and work your little pussy against him in the same way that you work it against me. I’m enjoying the show. “Andrew, you need to fuck her harder. Pin her on the desk and drill her. Make her feel every inch of your cock. Do her hard and fast they way she needs to be fucked.”

You look up at me perplexed when I say this, but I just smile at you mischievously. Every time Andrew starts to slow down, I spur him on, “Don’t stop now, Andrew, you almost have her. Give it to her hard.” He’s pumping away at you for only a few minutes when I tell him, “Flip her over. Make her stand and bend over. That’s the way she likes it. Make her big ass shake.”

He pulls out, twists you around, and slides you off the edge of the conference table. You can no longer see my grinning face. Andrew is focused on your perfectly shaped, womanly ass as it bounces out of control. “Slap it, Andrew, slap her ass.” Andrew is shocked, “No, I don’t want to do that to her,” he replies. “What are you talking about, Andrew, it’s what she wants. She wants it rough. Grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back and with your other hand smack her cheeks.”

Andrew is so scared that he practically stops fucking you. “Don’t stop now,” I yell at him; she doesn’t want you to stop. She wants to be fucked raw.” He grabs your hair, smacks your hair, and fucks your supple pussy for all he’s worth. Unfortunately, he’s ready to cum in all of five minutes. What’s really odd is that he pulls out and jerks off all over your ass and back. You turn around with a totally confused look on your face. I know how much you like the taste of cum and I know how much you like the feeling of my hot load squirting inside your pussy that I know you’re not very happy.

“Pull up your pants, Andrew,” I say.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry, just pull up your pants and go home, you’re finished here tonight. You did fine. We’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

“Am I going to get fired?”

“Don’t be silly, just go home.”

You haven’t moved a muscle since he came all over the small of your back and your ass – still bent over the conference room table. He leaves and I take the white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit jacket and hand it to you, and tell you, “you should probably clean yourself up a little.”

Your reach around and wipe his cum from your ass and then look at the handkerchief. I just laugh, “don’t even think about giving that thing back to me; just toss it in the wastebasket.” The wastebasket is across the room. You’re completely naked except for your black high-heeled boots that I bought for you when we went shopping on one of our trips. I watch you as you walk across the room to throw away the handkerchief. I’m transfixed by the way your ass and hips move as you walk away. I stare at your big tits as they bounce toward me.

“I should probably get dressed and go home,” you tell me.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jessica, unlike Andrew, your work isn’t finished here tonight.”

“I’m not so sure you really want me after seeing me with him.”

“Come here. Put your clothes bayan escort istanbul down and come to me. Now kneel down in front of me.”

You do so and you move to unzip my pants the way you normally do, but I just slap your hands and say, “I’ll give this to you when I think you deserve it.”

I take off my jacket and flip it on to one of the chairs. Then I lean down and squeeze your beautiful tits, pinching your nipples between the tips of my fingers and lifting your tits in the air so they’re dangling by just your nipples. I unbutton, unzip, and unbelt my trousers, taking them down to around my thighs. I’m holding my hard cock in my hand and I feed it to you. I watch as it slips down your throat. Then I take it out and gently cock-whip your face, before sliding it back in your mouth. Now I hold the back of your head and start to fuck your mouth. Watching you fuck the intern has made me incredibly horny. I’ve always known what an incredibly sexy woman you are, but seeing it so objectively has filled me with an incredible lust for you. You look up at me with my cock in your mouth, as I fuck your mouth furiously and I’m about to cum almost as quickly as did Andrew. I cum down your throat, holding your head close to me with both hands and listening to the gulping noises you made.

After a few moments, you let my cock fall from between your lips and I tell you to put it back in. You do so and continue sucking me, feeling it grow in your mouth. It’s almost completely hard now and I take it out of your mouth, order you to stand up. I take off my necktie and lash your wrists together. I then make you face one of the built-in bookcases and tie the other end of the necktie to it, your arms above your head. I strip off the rest of my clothes. While I undress, I walk to you occasionally and slap your ass, leaving my palm print across your bottom. I love the sound you make as you breathe in sharply with every strike of my hand.

I stand behind you, press my cock against your fleshy ass, wrap my arms around you and caress your body, moving my hands over your tits, tummy, thighs, twat. Working my hand between your legs and rubbing your pussy. I’m amazed to find how wet you still are. The minute my fingers find your pussy, you body convulses and I truly believe you will cum any second. I slide my cock down the crack of your ass, bend my knees just a little, and slide my cock into you, lifting you off the ground with my first stroke. I leave it in and touch your clit, my other hand touching your aroused nipples. With nothing more than that, you approach your climax, but I remove my hands from your body and take my cock out of you. You turn around to look at me. You know that I’m torturing you, but deep down it feels good to you.

We continue this dance a few more times, but I don’t bring you to orgasm. Finally, I untie you from the bookcase and tell you to work your own wrists free as I walk over to one of the conference room chairs. The moment after I turn around to sit down in the chair, I’m surprised that you’re on top of me, your hands still tied together, and you throw your arms around my neck, kneel down on the chair and straddle me, taking my cock in your pussy. I’m your prisoner now and you use my cock for your pleasure, riding it out of control, cumming repeatedly, screaming as your juice drips down my big prick, my neck arching forward to suck and bite your nipples as your tits bounce against my face, my hands continuing to spank your already sore ass. When I’m ready to cum, I stand up, lifting you in the air and putting you on the conference table. Your tied hands still looped around my neck. I can feel the leather of your boots against my torso as you wrap your legs around me, pulling me in deeper. I’m frantically fucking you as you moan and yelp until I cum inside your pussy.

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This is my first submission of an erotic story. Feedback is welcome.

All characters in this story are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is coincidental. This story may contain descriptions of activities that may be offensive to some readers. If you are offended by descriptions of sexual activity, including non-consensual sex, infidelity, loss of one’s virginity, sex between people of the same sex and/or “casual” sex between people who are not in a monogamous relationship, please do not read any farther. All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age or older.

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As Amanda entered the elevator to go up to her room, she felt her high heel slip between the lobby floor and the elevator. It sent her tumbling to the floor. Steve put himself between the elevator doors to stop them from closing and helped Amanda to her feet.

“Are you alright?” Steve asked.

“I think I twisted my ankle,” said Amanda, “I’m not sure I can walk.”

“Here, let me help you.”

“I feel like such a klutz.”

“It was a pretty wide gap your heel went into. I’ll speak to someone with the hotel about it.”

Amanda tried to take a step but was unable to put any weight on the foot. She leaned against the railing in the elevator and her head was spinning. “I feel kind of woozy. I think maybe I drank more than I realized at dinner,” she said.

“It’s no wonder. You eat like a rabbit. You have to get some real food down you sometimes,” Steve replied, “Come on, lean on my shoulder, I’ll help you.”

Amanda didn’t argue. When the elevator arrived at her floor, Steve put his arm around her waist and helped her down the hallway. Amanda’s room was quite a ways down the hall. She liked to book her hotel rooms as far away from the elevator as she could so that the noise at night wouldn’t keep her awake.

When they were about half-way down the hall, Amanda leaned against the wall and said, “I’m not sure I can go much further. It’s really tender.”

“Here,” Steve said as he scooped Amanda up in his arms. “I’ll just carry you the rest of the way.”

“Oh!” Amanda exclaimed. “Put me down!”

“You’re fine. It isn’t that far.”

“You’re going to hurt your back.”

“Please, I’ve carried grocery bags heavier than you.”

Amanda slapped at Steve’s arm, “Asshole.”

Steve laughed and continued on down the hall. Amanda had her arms around Steve’s neck and she caught the scent of his smell. As it filled her nostrils she felt a slight tingle deep inside her. She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Something about his smell definitely set off a few fireworks inside her.

When they arrived at her door, Steve set her down, took her key and unlocked the door. He picked her back up and took her over the threshold. The door shut behind them as he set her on the bed. Steve propped two pillows up and then swiveled her feet onto the bed.

“Let me take a look at that ankle.” Steve undid the strap on her high heel shoe and carefully removed it. “It’s starting to swell, I’ll go get some ice,” he said.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” Amanda replied.

“It won’t take but a minute to get some,” Steve said. He grabbed the ice bucket and headed out the door.

Amanda laid back and closed her eyes. Steve was such a gentleman, always had been. Her head was spinning and she wished she hadn’t had that last glass of wine. She and Steve had managed to close the deal on a big contract for their company. Her commission check this month was going to be really nice. She considered herself lucky to have a great co-worker such as Steve. They were on the road together at least 20 weeks out of the year so it was good to know that someone would look out for her.

When Steve returned with the ice, Amanda had dozed off. He got a towel and filled it with ice and gently sat on the bed. When he laid the ice on her ankle, Amanda startled awake “Oh! You scared the shit out of me!”

“I’m sorry, Amanda. I tried not to wake you. How is your ankle feeling?”

“It’s still throbbing a little bit, but it feels much better. Thank you.”

Steve took off Amanda’s other shoe while he held the ice pack on her swollen ankle.

“I don’t know how you stand around in these things all day, every day,” Steve said.

“It’s certainly no picnic,” Amanda replied, “My feet and calves hurt like hell every night.”

They both laughed. “Here, I’ll Escort bayan make myself useful while I’m holding this ice pack on,” Steve said as he began rubbing her other foot with his spare hand.

“Oh…you don’t have to do that Steve,” she said.

“It’s no problem, just relax. It might make you feel better.”

Amanda leaned back and closed her eyes for a bit. Her head was spinning inside but she concentrated on the feel of his hands. Steve massaged the bottom of her foot and he would firmly press his thumbs into her aching arch. It felt really good. Steve switched over and pressed into her injured foot.

“Does that hurt?” Steve asked.

“Not at all,” Amanda replied. “Actually, it feels really good.”

She knew that the rubbing was probably going further than it should have but she didn’t want him to stop. Her husband Mark would rub her feet all the time. Of course with him, it always seemed to lead to sex. She often wondered if he didn’t have some sort of foot fetish. She never complained because she loved to have her feet rubbed, especially after standing on them all day long in high heels. Sex with your husband was a given so scoring a foot rub along with it was a home run in her book. Of course, this was not what Steve was about and that would never happen.

Amanda felt the bed move and her feet being picked up and then coming to rest on something soft. She cracked one eye open to see Steve, facing her while sitting cross legged with a pillow in his lap. Her feet were resting on the pillow. Steve was working her feet and ankles over. She quickly closed her eyes again. What was she going to do? This had now gone beyond a friend helping with a sore ankle and had moved to a more intimate encounter. As woozy as she was, she couldn’t let this go on.

“Thanks for taking care of me Steve. My ankle feels much better but you don’t have to keep rubbing my feet.”

“It’s no problem Amanda. I don’t mind rubbing them. I bet your feet ache something horrible.”

“Well, yes they do Steve but I’m not sure my husband would see this as a just a friendly gesture.”

“Oh please. I’m just trying to help a friend get through a rough week. How long have you known me?”

“About seven years. Why?”

“In all of those years, have I ever come on to you?”

“Well, not that I recall.”

“Exactly. Now just relax and enjoy your damn foot massage!” he chuckled.

He was right. In all of that time, he had never once made her feel the least bit uncomfortable. She thought maybe she was just over-reacting. Still, this would not be something that she would offer up as conversation to her husband. To him, this may be construed as crossing the line.

“Ok, if you put it that way then. Rub away!”

Amanda closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She felt Steve’s hands running deftly over her feet. His hands were soft but gentle and strong. They were very different from Mark’s hands which were calloused from his pipe fitting job. She noticed little differences in the way they massaged her feet. Mark would pull and squeeze her toes while Steve would run his fingers between her toes and give them a slight twist. This new technique felt very good but she didn’t know if it was because it was just new and different or because it actually felt better. She suddenly wondered why she was comparing the two different styles of the men. They were not on the same plane. Mark was her husband, best friend and lover while Steve was just a co-worker and friend.

As Steve continued the gentle assault on her feet, Amanda became more and more relaxed. She concentrated on how good the massage felt. She chose to forget who was attached to the hands that were making her feel so good. A moan escaped her lips.

She felt hands begin to work themselves along her calves. Her body was relaxed and her mind was slowly spinning. The hands were no longer attached to a face. She was just enjoying the tranquilizing feeling.

The hands worked her kneecaps and behind her knees. Fingers would press firmly and run down her calf to her ankle. Amanda didn’t realize just how tense and sore her legs were, but the hands were changing all of that. They moved above her knees. Her dress shifted upwards to make room for the hands. Fingers pressed and squeezed the tired muscles. Another moan escaped her lips.

One hand left a thigh and joined the other, one working the front of the thigh, Bayan Escort the other the bottom. They would squeeze upwards, away from her knee and toward her groin, and then they would switch to the other thigh. Ever alternating, the hands moved upwards, closer each time to her most intimate parts. Amanda’s skirt was now around her waist, hips fully exposed. The hands pressed deeply into her hips, turning the tense muscles to putty.

Amanda was lost in her massage. The room was spinning and her body was relaxed. Her mind focused completely on the hands. She could smell her own juices permeating the air as the heat rose from between her legs. The hands slowly unzipped her skirt and pulled it down and off. She felt the hands working the buttons on her blouse one by one. Goose bumps rose as she felt the fingers deftly undo the front clasp of her bra. She sat up slightly to allow the hands to remove the blouse and bra from her body and then she lay back down. She lay there only in her panties now, trembling. She could feel the cool air hit her nipples and tighten. Her breath was growing short and shallow.

The hands came to her hips and slowly slid up her sides to her breasts, squeezing them together. She felt her nipples grow even harder as palms slid across them. Hands cupped her breasts and fingers pressed into her flesh. Lips surrounded one of her nipples and sucked it inside. Excitement rushed through her and down to her hot, dampening pussy. Her aroma was intensifying and so was her breathing.

As the hungry mouth continued to assail her sensitive nipples, the hands moved softly up her hips and grasped the top of her panties. Slowly, the panties peeled away from her, down past her knees, past her ankles to finally be completely freed from her feet. She was completely naked. She felt vulnerable but eager. Her pussy was flowing with juices.

The hands began again. Fingers moved between her toes, twisting and pulling and then moved slowly up her feet. This time they applied gentle pressure to the inside of her legs as they were slowly spread apart. All Amanda wanted was the touch of those hands. They moved gently upwards, caressing her inner thighs. Moving outwards and upwards, sliding extremely close to her vagina, they massaged her hips one again. The one area they had quickly passed was the one area she desired them most. The hands slid back toward her thighs and Amanda raised her hips, “Oh please, God. Please stop and touch me there,” she thought to herself.

On the next trip upwards, they still didn’t stop, but they did slide right over her waiting vulva. One finger sliding between her lips and across her clit. Amanda shivered and let out a moan. One hand came back and again the finger slid along her slit. Her pussy was dripping with juice and it needed attention. Amanda moaned her approval.

Soon she felt her knees rising and being spread apart. Her feet were planted on the bed. Fingers massaged her vulva and teased her clit. Amanda felt her juices running freely down to her ass. Two fingers entered her and the palm cupped her pulsing vagina. Just when she didn’t think it could get any better, she felt the soft tongue slide up her slit.

The tongue danced deftly around her clit, darting and teasing while the fingers worked inside of her. The fingers would curl inside her, gently stroking her rough G-spot. Two lips would surround her clit and suck it in deeply before pulling away. The tongue would lap at her juices and then attack her clit again.

Amanda could no longer control her actions. Her hands reached down and gripped the hair of the head between her legs, pressing it tighter to her love box. Her hips were thrusting, trying to push his fingers deeper inside of her. She was matching the fingers rhythms. Her clit was engorged and her entire body was begging for release. She would not be able to hold back much longer. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as her orgasm built deep insider her.

“Oh god! I love those fingers! Fuck me with those fingers! Eat my fucking pussy!” Amanda panted. “I want it. Don’t stop!”

Amanda’s thighs came together and clasped Steve’s head. Her whole body was quivering and her hands pulled at his hair. “Fuck! I’m cooooommmmmming!”

Amanda ground her pussy all over Steve’s face. Her orgasms were coming repeatedly and she didn’t want them to stop. “Oooooh shiiiitt. Fuck yeah! Oh fuck, eat my fucking pussy! All of it!” Escort Amanda screamed. She squirmed and gyrated, using his nose as a makeshift cock. She rode his face until she could no longer move.

When Amanda finally caught her breath and the twitching subsided, she looked down at Steve. Her pussy juices were covering his entire face and he had a shit-eating grin. This man, who was not her husband, had just given her the best damn orgasm she ever had in her life. She had a feeling of regret but lust was overwhelming her. Amanda grabbed him and pushed him over onto his back. She ripped his shirt apart, buttons flying across the room. He removed it while she went to work on his pants.

She quickly undid his belt, unsnapped his button and slid down the zipper, releasing his bulging cock. She stared at his excitement while yanking his pants down and off. She never wanted cock more than she did right then. She jumped between his legs and grabbed his stiff cock. The tip was soaked with his pre-cum. She brought her lips to the engorged head and tasted it. It was sweet.

Amanda sucked the swollen head into her mouth and stroked his shaft. Her mouth was flooded with his sweet pre-cum. She stroked and sucked, imagining his seed inside of her. She wanted to straddle him and feed her hungry pussy that hard ass cock but a far off voice was telling her that would be a bad idea. Pregnancy would not be easy to explain to a husband who had a vasectomy.

Amanda pushed his knees up near his head and he held them there. She ran her tongue down his shaft, and one at a time, sucked his balls into her mouth, all the while pumping his cock with her hand. Her tongue flicked around his asshole and she felt his cock stiffen further. Amanda reached down between her legs and slid her middle finger into her sopping wet hole. She brought it back up and smeared it across his tight asshole. She did this repeatedly until everything was well lubed and then slowly inserted her finger into Steve’s ass. She drove her finger deeper and deeper, pumping his ass. Amanda went back to his cock, sucking in the swollen head, pre-cum soaking her mouth. She began to stroke his cock with one hand while finger fucking his ass with the other. Amanda wanted his cum inside her and there was more than one way to do that. It didn’t take long before she felt his cock expanding inside her mouth. She saw his balls pull in close to his body and knew she was about to get what she so craved.

“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m about to come!” Steve yelled.

The first explosion shot inside her waiting mouth. She plunged her finger into his ass as far as it would go. His cock was pumping semen into her mouth with each convulsion. She swallowed between each spurt and continued to stroke him to get every last drop.

“Holy shit!” Steve exclaimed. “Swallow it all baby!”

They collapsed in exhaustion. Steve pulled Amanda up to him and held her in his arms. They snuggled silently for a bit. As the time ticked by, Amanda began to question what she had done. She felt some remorse for what she just did but she also felt an excitement that she hadn’t experienced since before she was married.

“Oh my God that was good,” Steve suddenly broke the silence. “No one has ever done that to me before.”

“Give you a blowjob?” Amanda asked.

“No, licked and finger-fucked my ass.”

“I’ve never done that before either,” Amanda smiled sheepishly up at Steve. “I have no idea where that came from.”

“Well, it felt awesome. Have you ever had someone do that to you?”

“No, my husband would never do anything like that. I’ve tried to get him to be adventurous every once in a while, but he just would not go there. He said that was an exit, and only an exit.”

“I’m sure I know someone who could help you experience that,” Steve said with a wink.

“I don’t think this was a good idea Steve,” Amanda said remorsefully.

“Why not?” Steve asked?

“My husband is a good man. I feel horrible betraying him like this.”

“The way I look at it,” Steve said trying to lighten the mood, “Is that if he doesn’t want to claim it for himself, then maybe someone else should!”

“Oh Steve,” Amanda laughed, “You are so silly.”

Amanda got out of bed, put on a robe and walked over to the window. Steve watched her silently, admiring her shapely figure. He hadn’t intended for things to go this far, but he was glad they had. After a few minutes, Amanda turned to him.

“Maybe you’re right Steve,” she said.

“About what?” Steve asked.

Amanda opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. She saw a wicked smile cross Steve’s face as she said nervously, “Maybe it should be claimed.”

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I was in the middle of the lesson and I felt like swearing. Without raising my voice or changing the pitch of the way I was speaking I made a suggestion to the class.

“If someone could throw something at Becky and attract her attention, I’d appreciate it. Preferably a brick.”

The girl sitting next to Becky gave her a nudge, and then gave her a harder one. She jolted and looked at her friend who nodded her head towards me. I just smiled at Becky and she cringed. I swear I have never known another girl who can get so thoroughly lost in a day dream.

When the class was finished I indicated to Becky that I would like a word with her. When she reached me I just said, “My office after school. Be there.”

The final bell rang and I was waiting for Becky. Fifteen minutes later I was still waiting and no sign of Becky. She’d probably wandered off in a dream again and completely forgotten. I was ready to pack up and go home, giving Becky away as a bad joke, when she knocked on my door and came bustling in.

“You wanted to see me, sir,” she said.

“Yes,” I said dryly with a look at the clock. “About fifteen minutes ago.”

The implication that she was a trifle tardy went straight past her without touching her. She just sat and waited to see what I wanted.

“You have to stop this daydreaming that you’re doing in school,” I snapped at her, getting a quickly nodded, “Yes, sir,” in reply.

“It’s not just my class where you seem to be having problems,” I continued, “although today was a bit much. Having to have a student shake you awake is not considered good practice.”

“Sorry, sir,” she said. “I was thinking about our maths problems.”

“Too bad I was teaching history, in that case,” I said, sarcasm to the fore.

I had a few more things to say to her, especially about her abysmal scholastic performance. She really was smart enough to be doing a lot better if she’d only apply herself. She was nodding and saying all the right things but I was developing the suspicion that everything I said was just so much hot air.

“Perhaps if you took some French Can-Can lessons and practiced them in the classroom it will help you concentrate,” I said and she nodded her agreement.

“Of course, you are eighteen, so maybe some lessons on dancing a strip-tease would be more appropriate. You could get a stripper pole and practice in the teacher’s lounge. We could make your act part of your cheerleader duties.”

She was nodding and murmuring polite agreement and I was absolutely jack of it.

“Perhaps you’d like to do a strip right now,” I suggested. “A personal display for me as a way of apologising for your lack of attention.”

I shut-up as soon as she agreed and waited. After a few moments of silence she actually focused on me.

“Ah, is that all, sir?” she asked.

“Not quite. I’m waiting for you to do what I asked you to do. You did indicate that you thought it an appropriate way to apologise.”

“Ah,” she said drawing it out, frantically trying to sort out what I’d said.

“Would you like me to repeat the suggestion?” I asked, and she nervously nodded, knowing she’d screwed up again but not sure how badly.

“I suggested that learning to dance would help you concentrate. Do you understand that bit?”

“Yes, sir, learn to dance Escort bayan as a means on concentrating.”

“I then suggested that you dance a nice strip-tease, here and now, as an apology for your inattention, and you agreed. Do you remember that bit or weren’t you paying attention.”

Her eyes opened wide and she looked as though she was trying to swallow something nasty.

“Well?”

“You expect me to do a strip-tease in front of you?”

“Right down to the buff,” I said maliciously. “That is what you agreed to, you know.”

“You had no right to suggest any such thing,” she said hotly. “You knew I wasn’t listening. That’s, that’s, OOH!”

“Quite right, I had no right to say such a thing. The point is, YOU WEREN’T BLOODY LISTENING! You have got to start paying attention or you can find yourself in real trouble.”

She was rather pale now and looked upset. I think I had finally got the message through to her.

“Get out of here,” I said in disgust, and she flushed.

“So I don’t really have to do a strip?” she asked in a small voice.

“Are you kidding? You wouldn’t have the god-damned nerve to do such a thing. Have a man see you naked? Not in a million years.”

She gave me a real killer look and to my surprise started undoing her blouse.

“What are you doing?” I asked with a sigh.

“What you suggested,” she snapped. “I’m stripping.”

“OOOKKK,” I said slowly. “Ah, you don’t want to lock the door first?”

“No. If anyone comes in and catches me I’ll blame you.”

I didn’t know how well that would work out for her but I didn’t say anything. I just sat back and enjoyed the show. I wondered how far she would go. Probably stop while she still had her undies on was my guess.

She took off her blouse and tossed it into the desk and started undoing her skirt. She hesitated for a moment at that point and I carefully kept my mouth shut. I didn’t want to say something that would force her to continue if she didn’t want to. I just sat back and enjoyed the view of her breasts pressing against her bra, a bra that perhaps should have been a little larger. I could see why she filled out her cheerleader costume so well.

Her skirt joined her blouse on my desk and she stood there looking at me defiantly. I was quite sure those panties weren’t school approved. The school approved granny type panties, not dainty bits of folderol made up of scraps of lace. Rather small scraps of lace at that.

“You didn’t think I’d dare, did you?” she said, and it seemed to me she sounded a little excited. Also, I was quite sure that it wasn’t my imagination telling me that her nipples were peaking and pressing against her bra.

“To be honest, no, I didn’t. You certainly showed me. You may feel free to get dressed again now.”

She looked insulted.

“Don’t you go telling me what to do. You said strip and I’m going to strip.”

Without further ado she reached behind and unclipped her bra, not even trying to hide her breasts as she shook the bra free and added it to the little pile of clothes. I’d been one hundred percent correct. Her nipples were nicely peaked. While I was admiring her breasts she was sliding down her panties, not turning away to hide herself as she did so, but putting it all out there on display.

I Bayan Escort smiled and the naked and indignant young lady standing in front of me. A very attractive sight I found her.

“Very nice,” I said. “Very nice indeed. Are you a virgin?”

“What?”

“A virgin,” I repeated. “Are you one?”

“What difference does that make?”

“If you’re a virgin I’m going to let you get dressed and run along home. All I’ll do is show you what you risked getting, standing there like that. If you’re not a virgin then I’m going to lean you against the desk and fuck you. So, are you a virgin?”

“Um, well, no, not exactly,” she said, speaking very carefully.

“I see. Then perhaps you’d better lock the door now. I’m sure you won’t want anyone coming in when you’re lying back against the desk with a cock inside you.”

I waited for a panicky denial and a hurried grab for her clothes. What I got was a rather flushed face and a hurried locking of the door. Was she fucking kidding me? There was only one way to find out.

I got to my feet and moved around to the front of the desk. Becky was still standing at the now locked door, but facing me with her hands behind her back. I held out a hand and she hesitated for barely a second and then took it. I drew her over to the desk, turning her so her back was to it, and gently pressing her up against it. She leant back a little, her hands going behind her to support her. If she looked down she could see the full length of her figure, including her smooth mons. I found the fact that she had a smooth mons interesting. It did tend to suggest she was sexually active.

She gasped and blushed a little as I ran my hand over her. She took a slightly deeper breath, pushing her breasts towards me. As my hand neared her mons she seemed to hold her breath, having it change to a gasp as my hand went between her legs and closed over her mound. Becky was proving a real surprise. I could feel the heat from her groin and I’ll swear she was already wet. I rubbed her a little, seeing excitement on her face.

Just how not quite a virgin was she I wondered, my fingers trespassing a little. I’d hate to think she’d lied to me. That sort of lie can come back and bite you most unexpectedly. Well, it could bite me, anyway. She hadn’t lied though, definitely non-virginal, but just as definitely not over experienced.

I stepped back a little and started undoing my trousers. Her eyes drifted down to my groin, waiting. I shoved my trousers and shorts down out of the road, revealing all, as they say. Her eyes went wider but didn’t budge from where they were looking. I moved closer to her.

I rubbed the head of my cock against her pussy while she watched and waited. Her lips had parted slightly and she was softly panting. I pressed my cock more firmly against her, feeling her lips moving as they got out of the way, willing to admit this visitor. She made a soft whining sound but it was one of expectation, not protest. I pressed a little, harder and she started sounding off, giving of a soft ah that was getting louder.

I pressed firmly into her, at the same time slapping my hand across her mouth. Just in time, too, as she let out a shriek as I drove home. It might have been a shriek of triumph but it would still have been embarrassing trying Escort to explain it to anyone who heard it.

“Let’s try to keep this nice and quiet,” I told her as I took my hand away. “OK?”

She nodded and I started moving.

Then I stopped moving.

“Do you know the meaning of the word, quiet?” I asked.

“Sorry,” she said, blushing. “I can’t help it.”

I reached into the pocket on my jacket and extracted a large clean handkerchief. It was still folded from when I grabbed it from the cupboard at home. I folded it in half again and pressed it against her mouth. My tie came off and I wrapped that twice around her head, tying the handkerchief in place. Then I smiled, pulled back and thrust home again.

She screamed, but the sound was nicely muffled. A couple of more thrusts and she gave a muffled scream on both occasions. What she didn’t do was move with me.

“You do know you’re supposed to move in unison with me?” I asked her.

She just looked blank.

“I’m going to pull back slowly,” I told her. “When I push back into you I want you to push your hips towards me. Let’s see how you go.”

I pulled back nice and slow and waited for a moment. Then I slowly pushed back into her. She hesitated and then pushed to meet me.

“Well done,” I encouraged her. “And again.”

“Very good,” I said after a few more experimental strokes. “Would you like me to move a bit faster now?”

She nodded her head eagerly, apparently burning for more action. My next thrust was more forceful and she didn’t hesitate at all, pushing urgently to meet me. (Still screaming as I thrust in, but still muffled.)

I set to with a will. My hands were on her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, and my cock was playing hide the sausage for all it was worth. She was bucking under me, screaming her head off, tossing her head from side to side as we went, presumably to see if it would fall off.

I kept going for a good while, fascinated by her ability to scream endlessly. Finally I thought I heard a new note to her screams. Hard to do with her effectively muffled, but I spotted it. Figuring this was her signalling the approach of her climax I redoubled my efforts, banging in twice as hard. I climaxed and she totally shocked me by falling silent as she climaxed, and I could tell she was climaxing hard. For a moment I thought she might pass out from it.

I withdrew and recovered my tie and handkerchief.

“Most people are reasonably quiet while in action,” I observed, “and save the screams for their climax. Doing it the other way round is rather novel.”

She blushed and looked away.

“You might consider getting a ball gag,” I suggested. “You’ll find it might save you some embarrassment if you’re in earshot of other people at certain times.”

She looked thoughtful at that and I wouldn’t be surprised to find she’d acquired one in the not too distant future.

“You will please try to pay more attention in class,” I said. “Ah, you might want to consider getting dressed again, as well.”

She looked down at herself, gasped and reached for her clothes. Then she stopped, dipped her hand into my pocket and extracted my handkerchief and quickly wiped herself. Then she proceeded to get dressed. She flitted out the door, all smiles. I looked at the handkerchief she’d left on the desk and thoughtfully dropped it into the rubbish bin.

As I prepared to leave I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her in a place where she could let her screams flow. Could be interesting. Noisy, but interesting.

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The air rushing past us was uncharacteristically warm for a Northern California night. We had decided there was no way we could stay in the city for what promised to be the first nice weekend of the summer and now the Jeep climbed a twisting road into the mountainous interior of Mendocino National Forest. We had stopped to take the top down shortly after we left I-5 and now the fresh air billowed around us as the sun dipped below a distant ridge. We were already fifteen minutes out of the last town and we hadn’t seen another car since then. Another half an hour should bring us to the remote cabin we had rented for the weekend, but we were in no hurry. It was pleasant enough just to be alone in the outdoors.

Stacy echoed my thoughts aloud from the passenger seat.

“God, it is so nice to be out of the city. I hope we don’t see another person all weekend.”

“Well, if this cabin is as remote as they promised us, that shouldn’t be a problem,” I answered.

“It better be. I want to find a sunny spot and lay out naked.”

“If you’re laying out naked, I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave you alone long enough for you to relax,” I warned her teasingly.

“Don’t worry, getting sun isn’t the only reason I want to be naked,” she assured me, “I also just want to feel the fresh air on my bare skin while we make love.”

“Why wait? I asked her. “There’s plenty of fresh air now, why don’t you take your shirt off?”

I said it jokingly, not really expecting her to do any such thing, even this far from civilization. To my surprise, she sat up and started to undo the top button on her shirt.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to keep your eyes on the road?” she inquired. “It’s awfully curvy….”

“I’ll try to keep my attention on the curves in the road,” I joked back, “even though I’d rather look at yours.”

I did steal one glance at her in the rapidly diminishing light and saw that she had at least three or four buttons undone. I could just catch a glimpse of the creamy skin at the top of her breasts as she pulled the sides of the shirt apart. With regret, I pulled my eyes back to the road. Stacy has the most magnificent tits I’ve ever seen and I never tire of staring at them – or of caressing and kissing them.

I became peripherally aware of an increased amount of movement in the passenger seat and stole another glance at her just in time to see her triumphantly pull her bra out of her shirt. The shirt itself was now open the whole way down the front and her large boobs jutted out proudly. I could see that the feel of the wind had already hardened her nipples. To me, they looked like tasty cherries atop those two delectable scoops of flesh.

“You’re not making this driving thing easy,” I warned her.

“I bet you wish you could touch them, huh?” she teased me further. “Like I am. God, it feels so good to run my fingertips over my boobs with the air blowing over them.”

Something else began to call for my attention as well, as the sight of my beautiful wife had the expected effect on my dick. I could feel it strain against my jeans and even felt an extra little surge when she described how it felt to be touching her own tits. I hope we reach that cabin soon, I thought, or I’m going to pull over and have her in the trees beside the road.

Another quick glance, but this time the image stayed on my retina even after I looked back at the road. My wife was sitting in the seat with her shirt completely off, fondling herself and teasing her nipples with her fingertips. I could still clearly see the image of her petite hands rubbing all over her chest and lifting those heavenly globes up to feel the air along the sensitive undersides. I tried to blink away the image and concentrate on the road. There might not be any other cars, but it was a narrow, winding road and there was always the chance a deer would choose that moment to leap in front of us.

“You’re turning me on so bad, baby,” I told her softly.

“I’m turning myself on too,” she replied, “my pussy is getting so wet that I want to feel the air rushing over it too. I bet just the feel of the wind on my clit would make me come right now.”

The thought made my dick jump again and I tried to surreptitiously reach one hand down to adjust myself.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Having a little problem down there?”

“I think someone is jealous that your body parts can come outside and play,” I told her.

“Oh, he’ll be even more jealous once I get my shorts off,” she said.

Once again there was an extra bit of movement in the passenger seat as she slipped her shorts down around her ass. I looked again and saw her leaning slouched down in the seat with her shorts and panties bunched up around her thighs. The light from the moon wasn’t enough for me to clearly see her womanhood but I could see her hands sliding down between her legs.

“Oh my GOD! That feels so good. I can’t remember the last time I had my pants off outside. The air feels so good. It’s starting to cool down a little and that just Escort bayan makes it feel even better….”

My glances toward her were starting to become more frequent and I watched with a sort of strobe vision as she pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off. I couldn’t believe that my lovely wife was reclining in the seat next to me stark naked, with the top down on the Jeep. I watched with admiration and frustration as she put her feet up on the dashboard, spreading her legs wide and pushing her ass forward to the edge of the seat. I could see her hands moving rapidly between her beautiful white thighs and she decided to take the opportunity to tell me just how much she was enjoying herself.

“Oh god, baby, this feels so good. I can’t decide what feels better on my cunt, my fingers or the wind. I am sooo wet. It’s a good thing we can clean the Jeep just by hosing it out. I think my pussy is dripping all over the seat. God, I’m sliding two fingers up inside myself while I hold it open so I can feel the wind on my fucking clit….”

My wife knows that hearing her talk dirty drives me crazy and she knows just what to say. I slid my hand into my lap again and started rubbing myself as best as I could through my pants. At this point, I didn’t care if I came right in my boxers. I looked over again and saw that Stacy was pumping one hand inside herself furiously and pushing her feet against the dashboard so hard her ass was coming up off the seat.

“Oh baby, God, yes, I’m going to make myself come so fucking hard for you. I know you want to see me coming while I’m fingerfucking myself. Oh, yes, baby, yes, ohhhhhh….”

Her words trailed into an incomprehensible moan as her body went rigid and I saw her grab her pussy and hold tight as she exploded into a massive orgasm. The moan turned into a little shriek as the peak hit her and then a long sigh as her body relaxed and her eyes started to refocus.

“Did that feel good, baby?” I asked rhetorically.

“Oh, hell yeah! God that felt awesome! I was just fantasizing that it was your fingers inside me or better yet, your hard cock.”

“You might have your chance soon,” I told her, “that looks like the turn off to the cabin ahead.”

Sure enough, a discrete sign labeled “Mountain Getaway” stood beside a simple gate.

“Here,” I said and held out a key to her.

“What?”

“I’m driving so you have to get out and unlock the gate.”

“I don’t have any clothes on!”

“You haven’t had any clothes on for five miles. I think it’s a little late for modesty.”

“Oh, fine,” she said, “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you?”

With that, she grabbed the key from my hand and swung her door open. I watched in awe and amazement as she jumped to the soft ground and padded into the pool of light from the headlights. I could only stare, transfixed, at her gorgeous nude body as she walked barefoot through the dirt to the gate. Her lovely legs, perfectly rounded ass and the darkly beautiful swirls of the tattoos on her back made her look like a pagan goddess approaching her sacred grove. My blood burned through my veins like gasoline on fire and I had to put all my will into not jumping out after her and taking her right there on the ground, in the harsh glare of the headlights.

In the time it took me to gain control of myself she had unlocked the gate and swung it aside. I pulled the Jeep through and sat there trying to regain the rest of my self control as she relocked it and rejoined me in the Jeep.

“You going to be OK, there?” she teased.

“Oh god, I want you so bad, baby.”

“You can wait a little longer, I’m sure,” she assured me. “At least long enough to get out of sight of the road.”

Nodding silently, I pressed the accelerator and drove slowly up the dirt road. It was maybe another half a mile before a small wooden cabin came into sight. I pulled over to one side of the clearing around it and parked. Relieved to be here, I turned off the ignition and dowsed the lights.

In the sudden darkness, I was momentarily blind and it shocked me when I felt a body near mine. Then Stacy’s hand was in my lap, surrounding my rock hard cock. Her other hand groped for my zipper and I helped her get it down as quickly as possible.

My dick sprang out into the night air but I only had a moment to feel the delightful coolness on my burning skin before I was engulfed by the silken feel of her mouth. In one quick movement, she sank her mouth down over the length of me until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. The sexy scene in the Jeep, the beautiful vision of her walking naked, the feel of the mountain air and the unusual sensation of being nearly blind overwhelmed me and I arched up toward her as my orgasm gathered in my balls and jetted upward. She slid her mouth back up as though enticing the orgasm out of me and when her lips hit the underside of my head, I exploded. Wave after wave of come blasted through me and she noisily sucked it all down and swallowed greedily. The orgasm raced through Bayan Escort me, sending my body, my mind and my soul out my cock and into her warm, welcoming mouth.

It took me several seconds to realize I had yelled loud enough to be heard two valleys away. My vision slowly came back, but I couldn’t tell if my eyes were adjusting to the moonlight or if I had literally lost my vision for a moment. I collapsed back into the seat as Stacy licked the last drops of come from me. Then she slid over to perch on my lap and wrap her arms around me. She leaned her face into mine and we shared a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste my own come in her mouth as well as hers and I knew I had missed it when she had tasted her own juices while masturbating. After a long while, she disengaged and gave me dick one more squeeze before sliding back to her side of the Jeep.

“C’mon,” she said happily, “you unpack and I’ll get a fire going!”

Fifteen minutes later, she had a nice fire going in the firepit outside of the cabin and I had carried our few supplies inside. The first thing I did in the cabin was pull the thin mattresses off of the twin beds and lay them side by side on the floor. I had no intention of sleeping on the other side of the room from my sexy wife tonight.

Once I got the cabin squared away, I retrieved a bottle of wine from the cooler, opened it, and filled our two plastic wine glasses. Grabbing each by the stem, I went outside to see how the fire was going.

Stacy had put her shorts and shirt back on, although she had left several buttons on the shirt undone and I could see she hadn’t bothered with her bra. She was crouched by the fire, happily poking at it with a long stick. I could see that she already had smears of soot on her hands and clothes, and her bare feet and knees were covered in the dry dust that is ubiquitous in California. She had even managed to get a small twig caught in her hair. I handed her a glass of wine and then gently removed the twig.

“You look like a perfect little Girl Scout,” I told her, “or maybe even a Boy Scout since you’re so dirty.”

“You know there’s nothing I like more than getting dirty and playing with fire,” she responded.

Once again I marveled at how ravishing she was. The flickering light of the fire played over the exquisite features of her face and reflected in her beautiful eyes. It still amazed me every day that this lovely woman was my wife. She moved to stand up and her shirt fell forward, giving me a wonderful view of her tits as they swung freely.

We set our camping chairs near the fire and sat down to enjoy the night. Surprisingly, it was still warm, with just a slight breeze that hinted of colder air in the higher mountains. The moon was nearly full and with the firelight we could see quite well. The only sounds were the rustle of branches in the wind and the crackles and pops of the campfire.

We sat and talked for a while, drinking our wine and staring contentedly into the fire. I continued to glance over at my wife, drinking in the sight of her. Eventually, I decided it was time to start seducing her again.

“Why don’t you unbutton your shirt the rest of the way?” I asked suddenly.

“Didn’t you get to look enough on the way up here?” she replied.

“I was paying attention to the road. I couldn’t enjoy the sight as much as I wanted to,” I told her.

“You have to take your shirt off, then,” she said.

I happily complied and watched with pleasure as she undid the rest of the buttons on her shirt and let it fall to her sides. Once again, her magnificent breasts were proudly displayed for me. I leaned back and enjoyed the cool air on my own bare flesh while I watched her hungrily.

“Do want me to toast us some marshmallows?” I asked.

“Yum. Will you toast one for me?” she asked.

“Of course. I’ll go get them. Don’t go anywhere,” I joked.

I quickly found a suitable stick and toasted a marshmallow for each of us. When they were lightly brown on the outside, I took one off and popped it in my mouth. Then I walked over to her and held the other one out. Slowly she leaned forward and opened her mouth. I pushed the marshmallow in and she closed her lips around my fingers, licking them sensuously as she pulled the gooey treat away.

“Mmmm,” she sighed as she swallowed and then delicately licked her lips, “just what I needed, more white creamy stuff.”

I laughed and started preparing two more marshmallows. We played that game for a few minutes, feeding each other and licking each other’s fingers clean. Finally I took a freshly toasted one to her and got down on my knees in front of her.

“Open your mouth and close your eyes,” I told her .

When she complied, I moved the marshmallow so it was positioned just above her right nipple. Then I squeezed until the creamy inside started to leak out through the crisp shell. The hot, melted marshmallow hung over her for a moment and then dropped to land directly on her nipple.

“Ohh!” she cried.

Quickly, Escort I leaned over and covered her nipple with my lips while I simultaneously slid the remainder of the marshmallow into her mouth. She moaned as she felt the dual stimulation of my tongue licking the cream off her breast and the sweetness exploding in her own mouth. As she started to lick and suck my fingers, I moved my lips around her breast, cleaning up every bit of marshmallow before I returned to her nipple and started flicking my tongue over it.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed around my fingers. I put my other hand up to her boob and lifted it up so that I had better access. Then I took as much of it as I could into my mouth and sucked hungrily on her nipple. She moaned again, louder, and clasped one hand behind my head.

I started moving my mouth over her chest, under her tits, between them and across first one nipple and then the other. As she relaxed and enjoyed my ministrations, I gently pulled my fingers from her mouth and slid both hands down to her shorts. In a moment, I had them unbuttoned and unzipped. Realizing what I was doing, she lifted her hips without opening her eyes and I slid the shorts over her ass and down her legs. As she sat back down, I gently guided her hips forward so she was sitting near the edge of the camp chair.

I ran my hands down the outsides of her legs and then started licking my way down her stomach. I lifted one leg and draped it over the side of the camp chair and then leaned forward. She willingly spread her legs open as far as she could and I looked down, past the light covering of blond pubic hair, to see that her pussy was already glistening with moisture. I quickly cupped her ass in both hands and lifted her toward me. Bending down, I ran my lips slowly up the inside of her upraised leg as she moaned again in pleasure. I moved my mouth closer and closer to her pussy, alternating kisses with short licks. Finally, I leaned as far down as I could and slowly licked up the length of her lips.

“Oh, god”, she moaned. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

I did it again, but this time I let the tip of my tongue slide just inside her lips. When I got to the top, I pushed forward and let my tongue find its way to her clit. I flicked my tongue over it and her whole body spasmed in pleasure.

“Oh!” she cried, “yes….”

I continued to hold her lovely ass in one hand and moved the other up to her pussy. I slid my fingers along the length of it and felt how wet she was already. I held her open and, like a man eating his last meal, started rapidly licking and sucking on her clit. She started moaning uncontrollably and tangled both hands in my hair to pull my face closer to her. I licked harder and faster, smearing her juices all over my face as I tried to devour her. She started writhing in the chair and pushing her pussy into my face, smothering me in her sex.

“Uhhhh, oh god, yes, yes, baby, that feels so good, you eat my pussy so good baby,” she said in between gasps and sighs.

I slid one finger of my hand inside her and again felt a shudder pass through her whole body.

“Oh FUCK!” she cried as I started to slide my finger back and forth into her body. I carefully angled my finger so the tip would hit the inside wall of her pussy, just behind where my tongue was still assaulting her clit. I moved finger and mouth faster and faster until she began to buck and grind against me.

“Oh yes, baby, oh god, yes, yes, YES!” she screamed as her body tightened and the muscles of her cunt clenched around my finger. I kept licking and held her pussy against my face as her orgasm swept over her and she moaned incomprehensibly.

As her body relaxed, I slowed down and slid my finger out of her. Giving her hot sex one more kiss, I sat up and let her collapse into the chair.

“Oh my god, that was so great,” she told me when she could speak again. “I want you inside me right now.”

I jumped up and sprinted to the cabin. In seconds, I had returned with a blanket and thrown it on the ground beside the fire. Quickly, my wife slid out of her chair and lay on her back on the blanket. She spread her legs and looked up at me with imploring eyes.

“C’mon, I need you inside me, come fuck me right now,” she begged. There is nothing sexier than my beautiful wife laying totally naked in front of me, legs spread and tits jutting up proudly, begging me to fuck her. I quickly knelt between her outstretched legs and covered her body with mine. I could feel the heat of the fire on my legs and ass and the cool mountain air blowing over my back. When our bodies touched, an electric shock seemed to pass down over the entire surface of my skin, starting where her tits pressed against my chest and ending where our arms and legs intertwined. She held herself ready for me and I moved my hips forward, sliding into her in one easy motion. We both cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her and we were joined once again in that magical way that only true lovers experience.

As always, I paused for a moment so we could both relish the feeling of our bodies being joined, of being so close to each other. Inside her, I could no longer tell where I left off and she began. There was just one scorching hot junction of passions, a glorious consummation of our love.

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It was the middle of the day, and already I was exhausted. Not only was I deep into deadlines, now I was late for a meeting. I took off down the hallway and then, boom. I tripped and fell; my glasses flew off of my face and smashed onto the floor, breaking in half. Perfect. Not only was I scrambling blindly, I just knew that the security camera had caught an eyeful. I was behind with laundry and had skipped the panties this morning. All of my “work” pantyhose were drying on the rack, and so I was wearing stockings, held up by the only clean garters left in my drawer, a gag gift from two years ago. Far trashier than anything I would have bought, they were bright red with black lace. Now there’s photographic evidence to prove that the oh-so-serious manager has oh-so-serious bad judgment. I had to get this day back on track. I called the one-hour glasses place, and was told the prescription was outdated and I needed to come in for an exam. I sighed and wrapped tape around my glasses so I could see to drive, and then navigated my way to the optometrist.

They were closing for lunch, and Dr. Rafferty was out sick. The receptionist went in the back for a moment, and then returned, saying that Dr. Benson was covering his shift and would be happy to see me. She picked up her handbag and left me alone in the waiting room. I took off my taped glasses and tried to focus, but everything was fuzzy. Then a large blob appeared at my left, and a pleasant voice said, “Good afternoon, won’t you please step into the exam room?” I nodded and followed the shape down the hallway, bumping into the counter and sending a display crashing to the floor. Dr. Benson laughed and said I obviously needed to get my new prescription as soon as possible.

I sat in the exam chair. I could hear him sit on his rolling stool and shuffle a few papers, then roll to my side. The soft fabric of his trousers brushed my knees as he maneuvered closer to me. With his face just inches away, I caught a whiff of his clean, soap-and-water smell. A smile played across my lips as he turned on the chart and asked me to read the lowest clear line. I looked up at him and said, “There’s a chart?” Dr. Benson laughed and casually put his hand on my leg. I was shocked but apparently he was too and quickly removed it.

The room got very still for a moment, and then Dr. Benson cleared his throat and began checking my prescription. My leg felt cold without his hand on it. He fitted the contraption over my face and turned the knobs. I heard his voice say, “better like this,” and he turned them again, Escort bayan “or better like this?” Things came into fuzzy focus and I could feel his intent gaze. He stood and leaned across the apparatus to make an adjustment, his chest large before my magnifying eyes. The slightest sigh escaped my lips. Sitting back down, he again put his hand on my leg. This time he didn’t remove it. I didn’t want him to, as I was becoming incredibly aroused. My legs began slowly spreading of their own will, and I felt my right leg press against his smooth cotton pants.

I felt the blood race to my face and to my pussy, and a familiar throbbing between my legs. Having spent life as the consummate “good girl,” I felt ready to explode. Absently I answered, “Better the second way.”

The doctor rolled a couple of dials and flipped some lenses and said, “better like this,” and he flipped them again, “or better like this?” I took a deep breath and slid my hand over his thigh.

“Better like this,” I said. He quietly smiled, which I saw a little clearer in the lenses through which I was looking. He pulled the metal unit off my face and pressed his lips to mine. I could feel his hot, wet tongue caressing mine, and he slowly slid down and nuzzled along my neck.

Chills ran through me, and my nipples tightened and got hard. I reached my hand farther up his thigh, and felt the growing bulge. In a swift movement, he pushed the large examining device away and swiftly unbuttoned my blouse. My skin felt like fire where he was touching me, and I could feel his hands pulling open my shirt and pressing his face between my 38DD breasts. My bra was thin, and he rubbed and licked my nipples through the thin layer of fabric.

Dr. Benson reached his hands around my smooth, bare back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He squeezed my nipples and rolled them between his fingers and thumbs, while kissing me deeply. I slid my hands to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his trousers while he eagerly sucked at my tits. The insides of my thighs were positively damp and my clit was throbbing like a tiny heart. I slid his trousers down, then hooked his boxer-briefs with my fingers and pulled them as I slid slowly to my knees.

I took his rigid cock into my mouth and licked gently around the head while I stroked his balls with my other hand. Hearing a muffled groan of pleasure, I increased the suction. Playfully I asked, “Better like this,” then began stroking harder with my hand as I gently licked his balls, “or better like Bayan Escort this?”

He exhaled a laughing sigh and said, “It all feels great, so do whatever you want.” I pushed him onto the exam chair and started sucking with abandon, sliding my mouth and sucking gently and firmly in turn. His hands were twining into my hair, which I’ve always loved. He slid his hips down a bit in the chair, and I took the chance to lick my finger and slowly slide it up his ass.

He gasped at the new sensation as I kept licking and sucking that glorious, hard cock. I looked up at his blurry face and said, “Better like this,” then inserted my finger deeper, rubbing firmly, “or better like this?”

Dr. Benson moaned and said, “Oh…wow…I can’t even think! Definitely the second way!” So I kept up the firm wiggle and almost gagged as I took his full length into my mouth. I swallowed firmly and then slid my head down until my lips were touching his balls. He was groaning, and I was so wet I could hardly stand it. With my free hand, I reached under my skirt and gently rubbed my clit. I was moaning already when he noticed what I was doing. He slowly and gently tugged my hair, pulling my head off the hot deep-throat action I was giving.

He bent down and kissed me, hard. His hands were squeezing my tits and I didn’t notice he was walking me backward until I bumped into his large desk. He put his hands under my ass and lifted me onto the desk. Dr. Benson’s hands parted my thighs and he slid one around my waist as he sucked greedily on my hard-pointed tits. I felt his hand slide up my skirt and touch my wet, bald pussy. He pulled back and lifted up my skirt, softly laughing. “I would never have pegged you for a panty-free, stockings-and-garter type,” he said.

I sighed softly as his fingers deftly played over my clit, and replied, “I got behind on the laundry.” He kissed me as he lowered me onto the desk and spread my legs, then ran his hands over the smoothness of the stockings as he sat down on his stool. I felt the hot wetness of his probing tongue as he tenderly licked my folds, which were directly in front his face now that he was seated. He slid two fingers up my hot, open pussy as he gently, so gently sucked my clit. I started breathing in little gasps at the pleasure coursing through my body. Unconsciously, I began rubbing my own tits and raising my hips to match the gentle strokes of his fingers.

As he sucked, he wickedly whispered, “better like this?” Then suddenly slid his fingers in deeply and pressed upward, rubbing Escort confidently forward, “or better like this?” Well, fuck; I couldn’t think, let alone speak. I swear I saw stars, and cried out as the spasms jerked my hips wildly. I felt a tremendous pressure inside me, then it released quickly and I felt liquid dripping richly out of me. I was gasping so hard that I thought I might faint as he stood up. Still fuzzy above me, Dr. Benson reached a hand up to my tits and slid it down my body. With the other hand, he pressed on the smooth skin above my slit and softly rubbed my clit as I came again.

I was practically going insane with desire as I felt the head of his cock teasing my tight opening. He pressed the head of his amazingly rigid cock into my wet, trembling cunt and I screamed out loud. I felt his hand over my mouth and heard his good-natured shushing. Suddenly I remembered I was in an office in a business center. I nodded and lifted myself up onto my elbows as he pressed all of himself into me. He stroked deeply and slowly, and I rocked my hips in unison with his.

His head at my tits, he said, “better like this,” and, quick as a flash he pulled out of me, rolled me onto my stomach and rammed the full length of his cock back into my cunt, “or better like this?” My high-heeled feet back on the floor, he fucked me hard enough that the pencil holder flew to the floor.

“Oh, fuck!” I breathed, “Better this way!” He stroked into me harder and harder, rubbing my clit faster and faster until I felt a thunderous roar in my head. I was losing my fucking mind.

It had never been this hot, this exciting in my life. I had another orgasm as he pounded his hips into mine so hard I heard, and not just felt, his balls slapping my ass. With an almost painful groan, he shot his hot wetness deep into my pussy. He lay there for a few moments, crouched over me, heaving and gasping. Then, with a satisfied sigh, he stood up and slid his hands over my ass.

He slowly disengaged himself and I felt his heat dripping from my spread, puffy cunt. He helped me to straighten up, and then retrieved my bra and blouse, which had somehow been flung over the examination equipment. He sweetly helped me back into my clothes and kissed me while I tucked in my blouse and used a tissue to clean off the remainders of our energetic “optical exam.”

He stood smiling as he wrote a prescription for my replacement glasses. Walking me to the door, I put on my taped glasses and asked when they would ready for pickup. Seeing Dr. Benson clearly for the first time, I smiled into his eyes and accepted his offer of personal delivery. Suddenly happy for being out of laundry, and not caring what the security guys thought, I drove back to work with a smile on my lips and very, very hot plans for the evening.

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Helen stood up and pulled the red sash that held her robe together. She simply shrugged her shoulders and the shiny black satin robe pooled on the floor around her clear stiletto heels. This would be the first time I have seen Helen completely naked. She was full and soft. My eyes must have telegraphed my approval of her appearance because she smiled. The hair on her pussy is the same light sandy brown as on her head. She did not shave, and her pink lips peeked through her bush and I could see clear droplets of her nectar and the shine on her inner thighs where she had been leaking as we had talked. Her areolas were very large, dark and her nipples were diamond hard from the material of her robe.

She reached her hands out to me and pulled me to my feet. She walked me to the bedroom and said, “You just crawl up on the bed, on your tummy, and let Miss Helen show you the way to heaven, Baby Boy.”

As I lay down on my stomach on the bed, she got one of those big pink bath towels from my bathroom. I felt her get on the foot of the bed. She touched the bottom of my foot with her tongue and she licked her way from my toes to my heel in a single slow sensual stroke. I am not ticklish on my feet but the feeling was sublime. Her fingers began a slow massage on my heels and she trailed her tongue up the back of first one calf then the other, followed by her fingers, her nails, and her nipples. My skin was alive with her touch.

Her travels took her up the back of my legs to the cheeks of my skinny butt. She licked, stroked, breathed her hot breath, and slid her hot nipples all over me. As she moved up, I felt the scalding juices from her leaking pussy dripping on the back of my legs and my cock was as hard as granite. She moved back to my ass, and pushed my kegs apart so she could lick between my cheeks. Her tongue found my hole and she rimmed it with ever increasing pressure until her tongue slipped through the outer ring. This was the first time a woman had ever stuck her tongue in my ass, and I loved it. She soon replaced her tongue with her finger and pushed in until she had it all the way in. Slowly she twisted her hand back and forth and I thought I was going to pass out from sensation. “Keep that up,” I Escort bayan groaned, “and we’ll be needing that towel to clean up the bed.”

I heard her chuckle and she said, “Roll over on your back and lets see what we can do to keep your cum from going to waste.” I rolled over and she touched the tip of my aching cock with a fingernail and just barely moved it. I whispered, “I’m so close to cumming.” She lifted my cock off my belly and slid her open hand under it and moved it down to the base and back up again without closing her fingers over it. I was trembling, as I grew closer to orgasm. She leaned over me and touched the tip of her tongue to the very end of my cock. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around me. Her breath on my cock head was hot. She raised her head up just a bit and looked into my eyes as she started to move her hand up and down.

From deep in her throat she breathed, “Give your cum to Helen, Baby Boy, let it go for me. I want every drop.” Her motion increased and I could refuse her no longer. “OH DEAR GOD!” I moaned, “MMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!” My first surge shot from my cock and landed directly between my nipples, the second surge sent a huge stream straight up my belly and splashed up onto Helen’s chin, after that, my eyes were closed so tightly I don’t know where things went. Helen’s hand was covered in cum. She had cum on her face and in her hair, and on her tits. As I collapsed back on the bed, she began to lick the great globs of semen off my chest and stomach. She licked her fingers and hand and cleaned the droplets from her tits and my cock. All the while, Helen is telling me, “You taste wonderful, I told you we wouldn’t waste any of it on the sheets.” I had to agree, she hadn’t wasted a drop.

She moved up next to me, and I kissed her deeply, our tongues wrestled with each other and I could taste my discharge on her lips and in her mouth. Helen is one hot female. We lay together for a short time, feeling the afterglow. I started to tease her nipples with my fingers and soon took them each in turn into my mouth. Her breasts were full but not huge. Just right for her size and very firm. She is very sensitive and soon she was moaning with pleasure as I continued to minister Bayan Escort to her very hard nipples. I kissed my way down her belly and was about to crawl between her legs when she said, “Better put the towel under me. Remember how much I squirt.” I really didn’t care, but I did have to sleep in this bed tonight so I spread the towel and then her legs, and then the sweet lips of her cunt, and them I touched my tongue to her lips. The resulting whimper of approval was the signal that her juices were about to flow.

And flow they did. I licked up to her hood, and sucked her hard button out into my hungry mouth and flicked it about four times. Helen ground her heels into the bed, pushed her pelvis up forcing her pussy against my face and exploded into river of molten love juice. My face was drenched. It ran down my chin and poured onto the towel. I drank of it until I could drink no more. “SWEET JESUS,” she howled, “OOOOOHHHHH BABY BOY, AAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH.” She pushed up even higher, “Suck my hot cunt, Lover. Make me cum. Make me come hard. Ooh yes, do my pussy good. Fuck me now, I want to feel your cock in me. Make me your bitch.” How could I refuse? I moved between her legs and slammed my prick into her balls deep in one stroke and she went off again. “MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH” She fucked back with all her strength, “FUCK MEEE!!”

I did. I pounded into her with all the force I could summon. Again and again I slammed into her. Each time she slammed back. We were awash in her juices, and slippery with our sweat and we fucked and fucked. No love here, just hot, hard, animal sex. I felt my load building. It started in my balls and roared like a locomotive up through my pounding cock and blasted into her screaming pussy in great steaming streams of passion. It filled her cunt and gushed out of her all over us as her own flow continued to seep out and onto the now completely soaked towel and bedding.

I rolled off Helen and lay on my back gasping to recover my breath. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it pulse in my head. Helen was exhausted. We lay unmoving for many minutes. Slowly our breathing became more normal and the heart rate slowed. Helen propped herself up on her elbow and looked into Escort my eyes. “Well, how do I fuck?” She asked. “Is that what you called that?” I asked back. “So I’m told.” She said. “It would seem as though I have been misled. I have had sex quite a few times in my young life and was told it was fucking. Never have I had sex like that.” I said. “Sex is sex, making love is just that, but fucking has got to be hot. That was hot my Tall Cool friend, and that was good fucking.” She replied. “Was it that good when you fucked Karen this afternoon?” Talk about the direct approach, “It was good, different, she might have sex more often than you do, but you are far more passionate than she is.” I said to her.

“Tell me about the nick name, Tall Cool One. Where did that come from?” Helen asked.

“Well, as you know, Louise, our housekeeper, has lived here since dad & mom were married. Dad built this house for mom over forty years ago. Louise has a daughter, Camille, who is older than me. Twenty-five, I guess. I don’t ever remember that Louise was married, and Camille has never mentioned her father. When I was little, Louise called me Little Cool One. I was always tall for my age and after a while, when Louise would call me Little Cool One, Camille would say, “No mama, he’s too tall.” So when I was about twelve, Louise started to call me Tall Cool One. Camille was seventeen and I was taller than she was and the name just hung on. Most of the guys just call me Tall, or Tall Cool. The theme song we wrote for the band is called Tall Cool One. That’s the story of the name.” I explained.

“You’re still Baby Boy to me.” She said as she kissed me on the forehead. “Tomorrow is a work day and you have school, so sleep tight. I’m going back to the house and see if Karen wants to suck your cum out of my pussy like I did her. Sleep well, I want some more of what we had tonight, we are good together.”

She pulled her robe on, picked up her shoes on her finger, waved and stepped out the door. What a day!! I will never be the same again. I have had some strange sexual experiences in my young life but today was a milestone. I was completely drained, physically, and emotionally. I crawled into the shower, dried off with a pink towel, I have got to talk to Louise about that, and decided to sleep on a sofa in the studio, the bed is too soaked with pussy juice and cum to sleep in it. How am I ever going to explain that to Louise?

Tomorrow will be another day!

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Chapter 3 — Slippery Slope.

I didn’t spend my entire college career waking up with strange women, still drunk from the night before and covered in bodily fluids. OK, so I did a lot of that, but I did hold down a steady relationship for two years with a pretty little thing named Gina. It will be a long time before I run out of stories about this girl.

Gina was dark and sexy with a full body of luscious delights. She had this strange ability to be cute as a button no matter what she was doing. Her smile was a weapon; you couldn’t resist it. Her teeth were big and perfect and her lips seemed like they could no longer contain them as she beamed her giant smile at you. She was dark of eye and hair, the latter semi long and flowing, the scent of tea roses never absent. Her figure was on the verge of voluptuous, a term she hated but that fits her perfectly. Perhaps she was an inch or two wide at the hips, but with a thin, high waist and full young breasts her figure was a lovely hourglass.

She was a good girl when I got my hands on her, but she was looking for the flimsiest of excuses to get out of that business. A girl who proclaims she is saving her virginity for marriage while she is rubbing the head of your cock against her clit is lying, my friends. She had a lot of fun being horrified at the things I asked her to do, but she put very little effort into resisting them.

After a while our sexual relationship became a little stale as we reached a point where we were a bit timid in really asking for what we wanted. We decided to try something we called “being in charge,” which was a date where one of us was to follow the other’s requests without fear of hurt feelings or unfulfilled desires. I don’t think it was really a dominance and submission thing, just a more one-way affair where one person got to be the center of attention for the night.

I went first to get the ball rolling, and that night was fairly successful. We didn’t do anything shocking or revolutionary but it gave us both a certain comfort level to be a little bit selfish and really express what we wanted. Gina’s first night involved a set of instructions on cards and contained a not-so-secret message for her final command.

My second night in charge was almost a failure. I think in the end it turned out well, but I sure wouldn’t have predicted it that way. I had some ideas and plans but an unfortunate series of events including tests, forgotten homework, detailed labs, a group project and an emergency trip home (a two hour drive each way on a Tuesday night) to say good bye to my 15 year old dog Lucky pretty well torpedoed my creativity and libido. By Thursday evening, our normal play time, I was a burned out shell of a man. Gina arrived at my door glowing with anticipation and eager to get to it, but I just didn’t have it in me.

She knew many of my reasons for being so wrung out but I hadn’t shared the loss of the family pet. I’m a big tough guy, you know? I was a walk-on to the football team for a season (well, the practice squad anyway) until my knees gave out. I’m a powerful slab of man meat, damn it! I’m not supposed to cry when my dog gets put down, right? Well, I went and lost it.

Crying in my girlfriend’s arms isn’t sexy, I know. Sorry. I’ll skip past half an hour of touchy feely crap, but I will mention that in terms of non-sexual intimacy it was a pretty powerful moment that served to bring us closer together. Eventually she brought the conversation back to our original intent for the evening.

“So Escort bayan what can I do for you? I’ll understand if you just want to walk me home. It’s your night so you get what you want.” Gina had an uncanny ability to shine at nearly anything. She could be the cutest of cute, the raunchiest of raunchy, the coyest of coy — you name it. As I lay in her arms and she looked down at me with her deep brown eyes I felt positively covered in love.

“Oh no, I need you here.” I ran my fingers through the dangling threads of her soft brown hair.

“Then you need to come up with some orders, sir.”

“All right. Tell you what; I want a massage. Full body, slow and relaxing, gentle and calm. Is that OK?”

“Baby it’s your night! Of course that’s OK. Can it be naked?” That twinkle in her eye was irrepressible.

“You better believe it.”

In a flash we were both naked and I went belly down on my enormous throw pillow on the floor. The thing was four feet to an edge and more of a piece of furniture than a pillow. And it was perfect for all kinds of shenanigans. Gina fished the big bottle of massage oil out of my desk and popped it open as she settled down to sit on my butt. She poured a bunch of it out on my back and went to work.

It was nice. I can’t tell you how much that helped my state of mind. Her slippery hands roamed my back, pressing the knots out and shooing the stress away. I was in heaven as she worked my back slow and gentle. And she did a very nice job; she took her time and she was very thorough, rubbing my legs, calves, feet, arms, hands, etc. I was actually enjoying it so much I started to drift away into glorious sleep.

She didn’t take kindly to that.

Had I been a few minutes further on I might not have noticed that she wasn’t using her hands anymore. I perked up when I recognized her heavy breasts sliding over my back. That didn’t last long and in moments she was lying on me and sloshing around, pressing her fun bags into me and whispering into my ear.

“Time for the other side.” Oh hell yes! I flipped over and punched up the pillow to prop me up a little, then settled down for the show.

Gina got back down on top of me, straddling me across my thighs. She dumped another load of slippery oil on my chest and belly and then got to work. That lasted a far shorter time than the backrub, since we weren’t alone for long. Big Jim quickly rose to the occasion, since every time she bent over to reach my upper chest she rubbed into him. That and the view of her lovely, heavy tits dangling over me were quite enough to produce a rigid boner right quick.

I groaned when her slippery hands wrapped around my shaft. This was going to be a good one. I’ve never been a fan of hand jobs but I had a feeling this one would go above and beyond.

She scooted up a bit until her bush was just at the base of my cock so it almost looked like it was hers and she was jacking herself off. I hate to say it but it was pretty hot.

“So this is what I would look like with a penis.” She stroked it absently, examining more than exercising it.

“I don’t think I could date you if you had one of your own.”

“No? You wouldn’t suck my cock, baby?” The lurid sneer on her face was just plain nasty. “I bet you would. If I had a big dick like this you’d beg me to suck it.”

“No way, baby. I love that pussy too much.”

“Well what if I had both? What if I had a big dick and my tight little pussy and they were both yours?”

“Then I guess we’d be having very, very weird Bayan Escort sex right now.”

“I think I’d like watching you suck me.” Remember this conversation for later, in case you read further installments of the In Charge series.

She let the hermaphrodite musings behind and got back to work. She started rocking her hips and grinding her clit against the base of my cock in time with her jacking hand. That was nice and sexy. What had started as a slow, relaxing massage had quickly turned much more active. I was glad I hadn’t drifted off.

I grabbed for the bottle of oil and handed it to her.

“Get those big titties all lubed up and jack me off with them. I want to see my dick slide between your tits.”

“Yes, master!” She said it with breathless enthusiasm like she always did, like a lusty Jeannie from that old TV show. Damn, I should have gotten her to wear an outfit like that for Halloween. Ah, well…hindsight is 20/20.

Gina squirted the slippery stuff all over her D-cups and smeared them around in a hell of a show. Her breasts are full and plump, not so big as to be cumbersome or distracting, but damn near perfect for whatever you want. She’s got enough to smother me in an avalanche of boob, enough to keep my hands busy without heavy lifting, and the perfect amount of space in between for some slip and slide. Her areolas are smallish and her nipples dark and hard most of the time. She loves gentle stimulation and languid tongue strokes on them almost as much as she likes a bit of teeth or a hard pinch.

Regrettably, the pillow was the wrong place for a titty fuck. She bent over and tried to obey my commands but the position was troublesome. She got down on her front and sort of mauled my cock a bit, pushing it around with her breasts but not really getting the job done.

“That’s not working. Lets try the chair.” She got off me and I rose, then dropped into the comfy chair. That was much better, though I almost slid right out of it due to all the oil. She sat down on the floor in front of me and lifted her luscious tits to my lap, then wrapped my big dick in soft, slippery flesh.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; the only thing better than the feel of that girl is the sight of her. She pushed her plump, heavy breasts together and engulfed me, then started moving them up and down, caressing my dick and sending me to heaven. The whole time her lovely, angelic face smiled up at me. She could always find that perfect balance between cherubic glee and naughty leer.

I will take a moment at this point for a public service announcement: always use edible massage oil. I didn’t have the stuff back then and I wish I did because that tit job would have been even better if she would have used her mouth. Alas, the stuff I had was fairly nasty on the tongue if not downright poisonous. Don’t make my mistake.

Now…Oh yeah, the slippery boob job. She made an event out of it. She would let my cock languish in a delicate, relaxing press of her warm flesh for a while, then change pace for an energetic bouncy titty fuck for a bit, then slip back into the slow and low. It was glorious. After maybe twenty minutes she dropped her breasts and recoated my cock with oil, then gave me a very strong double hand job that brought me right to the edge. There she paused.

“Are you ready to cum for me baby? I need some orders.”

“Get up and turn around. I need that pussy right now.” I was always amazed that her wide, lovely smile could go wider. She hopped up and turned around, Escort pushing her full, soft derriere at me. I took her by the hips and guided her down while she reached between her legs and pointed me straight up. I slid in without a hint of resistance. She was pretty slippery herself, but with all that oil on me I was seriously lubricated.

“Go as fast as you can, baby. I can’t hold back.”

She rocked forward and back, grinding her pussy on me and wrenching my cock around by the base in just the way she knew would get me off fast. I can hold back an orgasm pretty easily with a straight in-and-out or if I am on top, but when I was buried all the way inside her and she started grinding…I was a gonner.

In moments I gripped her hips and held her down, my cum flowing out of me as I convulsed. She had to hold on the chair arms to keep from toppling as my orgasm roared through me. I didn’t think that pussy could get any sloppier, but as I filled it up I discovered it could. I was deliriously happy and I deflated into the chair as the last of it left me. You couldn’t get that smile off my face with a crowbar.

Gina didn’t stop gyrating, though. In fact she sped up, putting a bit more hip into her motions.

“I want another,” she said, throwing a lecherous glance over her shoulder. I desperately wanted to see her hop off me and slurp up the mess she made but the oil wouldn’t allow that. Still, I was happy with another round. My second orgasm is usually tougher to conjure than the first but I was down for the challenge and Gina was a wizard with my cock.

“Then you go get it, baby.” I had very little work to do. I just sat back and watched her work. My body always seems to go slack after I cum and it took a few minutes before it came back online, but before long I was in the groove. I entertained myself with handfuls of her slippery tits while she worked.

After a while I started to tense up with a sequel. She had been paying close attention to my body and she recognized the signs.

“Did you make another one for me?” she asked.

“Special delivery in about one minute,” I announced.

“I’ve got a special place for this one.” Holy shit, I loved that girl.

She pushed herself up off my dick and moved it back just a bit, then slick as a whistle she dropped herself on my cock again. I was balls deep in her back door in a flash, no preamble, no gradual insertion — nothing. Boom! Dick in ass. Gina grunted a little as she landed, then went right back into her gyrations as if nothing had changed.

I moaned like a beached whale as another lightning bolt flew out of me, splattering her insides again. She rode me like she had before, her ass clenched tight around the base of my cock, milking it hard. My eyes rolled back up in my head and I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. My body was twitching and jerking in ecstasy, even after the last drops were out of me.

When again I collapsed, she still didn’t stop. Instead of the grinding she switched to long strokes, letting me slip almost all the way out before dropping back down to engulf me again. She did it several times, slow and gentle on the upstroke and fast and hard on the down. After a few minutes she had to stop because my well-used erection was giving way. She finally let me slither out of her back door when she stood up and turned around. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me with a glow of triumph and superiority, almost gloatingly pleased with herself. She was naked, gorgeous, shimmering with oil, gleaming with happiness, and dripping semen from both holes.

“I am the best girlfriend ever.”

“You were that half an hour ago. Now you are…legendary.”

“Are you going to write epic poems and stories about me?”

“You know, I just might.”

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Neapolitan is the first word that comes to mind. The chocolate of my skin, the shocking pink of my tongue, and the suggestively creamy white of the vanilla ice cream. No more than two seconds, really – but it’s already got you hard, thinking of what else is pink and brown and likely to be spread with cream.

My sundress is unremarkable – you’ve seen a hundred like it this summer, especially this summer, with it being so hot and humid. You enjoy it, in fact: summertime in the south, with all the girls sweet as different flavors of candy with their shorts and little tops and sundresses that even the wind wants to get under for a few warm seconds. Knees exposed, thighs, sleek calves…you’re a breast man, but damn if summertime isn’t your favorite time of year, with all the bare flesh around, just ripe for the looking.

It’s just a plain cotton flowered sundress, one of the straps isn’t straight, as if I pulled it hastily back onto my shoulder after it slipped off – or after someone else slipped it off. But the breezy cotton isn’t Escort bayan enough , apparently – because I’m sitting in one of the last patches of shade in the park, one brown leg folded underneath me, eyes closed, leaning back, slowly licking the ice cream. As if the slower I licked it, the cooler I’d be.

Not that it’s making you cooler…The pink tongue darts out again, catching the still-swirled side of the ice cream, smoothing it. You see the ivory sweetness disappear between my lips – darker pink than my tongue, more brown, really. But you know if you kissed me, they’d taste like vanilla. A beat, then the working of my throat as I savor it, swallow it, let the coolness slide down my throat.

Another lick. Another. Again. You start to notice the difference between the ones that move upward, making a little crest – and the ones that smooth the ice cream, easing the coolness into a manageable curve. You think I might be enjoying the feel of the different textures: smooth, softly spiked. You’d be right. More Bayan Escort licks. You know I’d take my time with your fingers, were they in my mouth. You can tell I’d be a deft kisser – licking your bottom lip before opening my mouth to yours. The thought comes of what I could do with your dick – or your balls. Or – and you shiver despite the heat – the rim of your asshole. You shake away the thought, and look towards the gate to the park, as if someone could catch you watching, know what you’re thinking.

And then, the now- blunt tip of the ice cream disappears between my lips. You bite back a groan. When it reappears, it’s smaller, but you can see the glistening of the heat-melted cream from where you are. You can see the sheen of cool wet on my mouth. A daub of cream on the corner of my lip, and the quick dart of my tongue when it comes to retrieve it.

Can I feel you watching, you wonder. Do I somehow sense you? My eyes open briefly, but the park is big, and lots of open space, couples, a few dogs and their owners Escort running in the afternoon sun, separate us. You were supposed to meet your boys for a game, but they’re late. The ball lies forgotten, in the bag, along with your other stuff. You should go over and say hello, you think. Introduce yourself. Try a line. But then I take the smaller, domed head of what’s left of the ice cream into my mouth and you forget what line you were going to use, anyway. I suck it a little longer this time, not as leisurely. The sun isn’t cooperating and the ice cream is melting. I’m pushing what’s left of the dome into the cone now, lapping at the sides of the wheat-brown cone trying to keep it from dripping onto my hand. It’s not working well—I have to stop and touch my tongue to the ring of my fingers before beginning again.

That done, the nibbling begins: white teeth nipping at the sides of the cone. Neat, precise little grabs of the wafer, the quick tongue licking the exposed cream. I’m working more quickly now; the cream is fast turning to sweet, sticky milk. And before you know it, there’s only the mere triangle of wafer between my fingertips.

And your startled gasp when I smile, let my eyes focus on yours, and pop the last bit of the icedream cone between my lips.

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“I’m coming,” my wife moaned.

She didn’t need to tell me. Years of marriage and countless love making sessions made such announcements completely unnecessary but I never tire of hearing those two words. How could I.

Tonight, my wife was beneath me, her legs wrapped around my hips. The sole mission of my steady thrusting had the sole intention of bring her to that exact condition. My lips were still slick and my nose was still being teased with the intoxicating scent of her sweet cum from when my tongue had caused her to say those same words just a bit earlier.

The emotions are indescribable, to be between the legs of my beautiful wife, to both be witness to and the cause of such pleasure for her. To see, and feel, and smell, and above all enjoy taste when my tongue laps and probes within her and my lips fondle her clit. It is exquisite to experience what happens right as she emits those words, to feel her vaginal walls clench down, trying to draw my tongue in further, to feel the warm sweet nectar of her cum flow from her pussy onto my lips.

Those are just some of the thoughts racing through my mind as I make love to my wire. Those thoughts of what happened before are in competition with what my senses are telling me is happening right now. My cock, at the very brink of my own orgasm, is doing far more than my tongue could ever to, thrusting much deeper into her wet folds, pressing her more open, and coaxing more slippery wetness from her.

“I’m coming!” she again announced.

I felt it. I felt her clench down hard again. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me hard. I kissed her hard. Our tongues and mouths duplicated the same intercourse going in between our legs. I knew she could taste her own cum from my lips and that excited us both.

The spasms rocked through her. Her breathing was just short erratic gasps. Her pelvis moved in short rapid orgasmic thrusts. Her eyes were closed and she was drawn completely within her orgasm. I knew that my thrusting was less necessary now and so I gradually slowed my pace. I could feel the cum slip from her and coat us, making us even wetter than before. It felt warm and silky on my cocks and balls.

I stopped moving but remained within her. We both liked this. It gave her the sensation of fullness. I could easily feel the flashes of involuntary twitches within her. Her eyes opened and we kissed again. Her breathing resumed a steadier pace.

“Did you come,” she whispered to me.

“Not yet,” was my reply but without any sense of frustration. I was very happy and content to enjoy what had just transpired. I knew that I would not go unsatisfied. I knew that my climax would be upon me soon.

“I want to make you come,” she cooed.

She knew that I liked hearing that sort of thing. She never disappointed me.

It was awkward but she managed to turn slightly and slip her hand under her thigh and between her legs. He palm cupped my wet balls. It made me moan and close my eyes. Her fingers curled around my cock right at where it entered her. I moaned again at the sensation. It was like her hand had become an external extension of her pussy. I slowly move in and out just a bit. Her hand, slippery with her juices, caressed my shaft.

“Oh my. It’s so wet,” she said, feigning embarrassment Escort bayan with an impish smile.

“I know,” I replied. Her gentle stroking was making it harder for me to form sentences any longer than that.

“Do you want me to make you come this way?” she said teasingly. “Do you want me to stroke your cock while you make love to me and make you come?”

I couldn’t answer at this point. What kind of answer could I have given anyway? My mind replayed what would have happened if things continued this way. My thrusting would have gotten faster and deeper. Her hand would have gotten even wetter and more slippery. I would have come. I would have spurted my first stream of cum into her pussy. I would have pulled out slightly and erupted again. We both would have felt my warm creamy cum cover her hand. It would have felt so wonderful to feel her strokes lubricated by our cum. I would have collapsed on top of her, lying motionless. Her stroking would have moved to a slow and gentle pace. We both would have felt my cock pulsing at the end of my orgasm, pushing out the last amounts of my cum into her hand.

“I like doing that,” she continued to tease. “I like feeling your cock swell in my fingers. I can feel it throb. I can feel your cum move through it. I love feeling it squirt out from the tip. It’s so warm and slippery. I love rubbing it on your balls and up and down your cock.”

So this is how I thought I would experience my orgasm. No problem.

Then her hand left me. She stopped her stroking and took her hand from between our legs. She looked deep into my eyes as she brought her wet hand up. Without a word she laid her fingers, slick with her juices across my lips. She slid them back and forth and then slipped them into my eager mouth. Again my nose and tongue were treated with the scent and taste of my woman’s delicious cum.

“No baby,” she began. “I don’t want to make you come that way this time. I want to feel it in my mouth and I what to taste myself some more.”

She moved her slick hand to the side of my face and kissed me passionately, kissing and licking her cum from my mouth. She nudged me, signaling that I was to roll over. We did so and now she was lying on top of me. We managed to do that without my cock leaving her.

She kissed me again, this time with a sense of farewell. I suppose in a sense it was true. She did leave me. She slid down, my cock slipping out of her, her face moved away from my kissing reach. She settled in between my legs.

“Oh my. Look at you. Look what I did,” she exclaimed in mock surprise.

She gently lifted my cock. It glistened in her wetness, coated in the translucent film of her cum. She examined me as if marveling at something that she had never seen before but this was nothing new. Nothing that was about to happen wasn’t anything that hadn’t been done before. Every step in the process, practically every word had been done and said before. This was just one of the many erotic rituals that we had developed over the years.

While looking past my cock and right into my eyes, she extended her tongue and made one long slow deliberate lick up my complete length. As if it were an ice cream cone, I could see the cum transfer from my cock onto her tongue. She paused just for a moment to Bayan Escort let me take in the sight of my wife’s extended tongue with a dollop of her cum at the tip. She drew it in, swallowed, and smiled.

“Do you think I’m vain to say I like the way I taste?” she giggled as she once again slid up my cock, collecting more of her cum on her tongue.

“No sweetie,” I unnecessarily comforted. “If it helps, I like the way you taste too.”

She smiled at me. She understood the game and how we were to play our roles.

Now she took a different tack. She paused for a second to watch a long rivulet of my precum seep from the tip, slide down and mingle with her cum. She smiled again. She used her tongue to slide my wetness around the head before slipping me into her mouth through pursed lips. I could feel her tongue lapping and tickling my shaft as more and more entered her warm and inviting mouth. She was deliberately slow in enveloping me. She again was looking into my eyes to be sure I was enjoying this. How could I not. I was seeing my cock slowly sliding between her luscious lips, her cum collecting around them as she moved down to the base. She move back up now and slid me from her mouth. Her lips were covered in a thick sheen of her cum.

“Mmmm,” she cooed. “Want to taste me?”

She didn’t wait for the unnecessary answer. She moved back up and kissed me hard on the lips. In an instant my mouth and tongue had as much of her cum as hers did. We feverishly licked, exchanged and shared in the texture, smell and taste of her cum until it was gone; fully dispersed or consumed.

My head fell back into the pillow. I blissfully recapped what we had just done while she again returned to between my legs. I felt her face press in against my wet balls. She began licking them, suckling them, tickling them, cleaning them of her wetness. Precum liberally flowed from my cock, sliding down the shaft and joining her lips. Her wet tongue followed the trail back to the source. She swirled it around the crown before again sliding me deep into her mouth. Her tongue danced against my shaft driving me every closer to my climax. I clenched down hard, knowing that I was expelling more precum into her mouth. She smiled and moaned, confirming and approving if what I had just done. So I did it again and she moaned again. And so I did it again. It may have been precum dribbling from my cock at this point but in my mind’s eye it was thick streams of cum that were jetting into her mouth.

Her licking increased in pace. My cock moved in and out between her lips faster now. Occasionally she would break that rhythm to run her pursed lips down the shaft, to lick and suckle my balls, to slide backup my cock and to slip it back into her loving mouth.

I was in heaven. Every sense was being stimulated. She loudly and with an abundance of saliva sucked at my cock. The feelings emanating from where ever she touched me shot through me like electric charges. She treated my eyes with the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, saliva dribbling at the edges in the same manner as my cum would eventually do. I could still smell and taste the faint remnants of the nectar of her pussy at my lips. I was at the apex. I was about to be thrown over the cliff of orgasm.

“I’m Escort coming,” I muttered in a barely audible whisper.

With my cock in her mouth she smiled at my unnecessary warning. She knew exactly where I was in the process. Her mouth and tongue were in the perfect position to know exactly how close I was. They felt every throb as their frequency increased. She could taste every increasing expulsion of precum. She could feel my balls draw up even tighter to my body. She could feel the first orgasmic contraction form at the base of my cock. She knew exactly what was going on.

Her hands wrapped themselves around my balls, cupping them completely. She squeezed ever so gently, her finger tips applying the perfect amount of pressure beneath them to encourage the beginning of my orgasm. My body went rigid. My stomach muscles snapped tight. I felt it deep within my groin, the first spasm of my orgasm.

My wife knew it too. She stopped just for a moment. There was nothing in motion except for one thing. The base of my cock swelled and the first knot cum zoomed up through my shaft. Out it shot in a thick stream, spurting into her mouth, splashing against her pallet. I could feel it filling all the void in her mouth. I could feel my cock being coated in the warm thick texture of my ejaculate.

She opened her mouth slightly. My white cum slid over her lower lip and began to dangle from her chin. My cock ejected another equally forceful stream of cum that struck her tongue and slid into her mouth. Like the first, it slid out and added to the coating on her lips and chin.

Her hands tightened their grip on me and she opened her mouth further. This time a burst of cum splashed her upper lip and streaked across her cheek before ending in her hair just above her ear. She ran her pursed coated lips up and down my shaft as it continue to spasm and squirt out more thick streams of cum. It streaked across her face in sharp lines. It clung to her lips and chin.

My orgasm was diminishing. There were no more spurts. My cock now dribbled the last of my cum in every decreasing pulses. It slid down my shaft in thick slow waves, each one meeting and coating her lips as she continued to slide up and down my cock. Only when there was no more cum to ooze from the tip did she stop.

She moved her lips from my cock, stopped and looked back at me. This was very much on purpose and for my benefit. She wanted to make sure I had all the time in the world to get pleasure from looking at her. A thick strand of cum connected my shaft to her lips. She did nothing to disturb it. Her lips where not their usual luscious pink. Their natural color was masked in the creamy white film of my cum. A web of strands bridged her upper to lower lips. Cum streaked her face and dangled from her lower lip and chin.

Then began the final act in our play. Her tongue extended and ran across her lips trying to recover as much cum as she could. She slowly drew it into her mouth, smiled, and swallowed. She looked at the head of my cock where just a bit of cum clung at the tip. She licked it away and drew me back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around by shaft, licking me clean of my semen. She did it again and again until my cock was covered only in her saliva.

We were done. She laid her head on my thigh. I could feel the wetness of her face. Her hand rested softly on my slowly pulsating cock. Every once in a while she would gently kiss me, maybe a small lick now and then.

And that’s how were where when sleep slowly took us over.

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Although this could be read as a stand alone story, I suggest you read chapters 01 and 02 if you haven’t all ready done so. All characters are at least 18 years old. This chapter includes slight incestuous and threesome activities. As before, this fantasy world is free of the horror of STDs. Don’t try this at home! P.S., I struggled with which category to put this in, so if you don’t agree, I can’t say that I can fault you.

*

Well I’m on Christmas break from school. Oh shit, make that ‘Winter’ break according to our insanely politically correct school system. Any way I’m not real busy since many of the husbands are home much more and many families are spending all their money on gifts etc. However there was always June — from Marie’s overheard conversation — who is an always horny 39 year old widow that has suddenly found out how to stretch out one job into about 6 or 7 trips by me to her house.

June is probably the most oral woman in the group and gives incredible deep throat! Four out of five times we get it on I don’t even get my cock close to her pussy! She simply loves giving me head and never loses a single drop of my copious loads of cum which she takes fully within her mouth, never straight down her throat! She LOVES to swirl my load around in her mouth before making a show of swallowing it down. When we fuck her 34D-25-35 body goes absolutely nuts; she cums like a geyser! All of 5’1″ and 112 pounds I just can’t figure out why this beauty hasn’t gotten remarried! Oh well, guess that is my gain.

Don’t ask me why but she asked me to be at her house at 7:30 in the morning. Hell I’m at school by 7:00 so this was no problem. Her ‘job’ for the day was to install one of the seven ceiling fans/lights that she had bought all at one time. Like I said, I could have done all of them in one or two days but she was going to make sure it took 7, at least. The moment I climbed up onto her ladder she unzipped my shorts (god I love living in the desert southwest) and pulled out my limp dick. In less than twenty seconds I was nearly fully hard and all the way down her throat.

“Jesus Christ June, what’s the rush this morning?” I asked as I struggled not to fall off the ladder.

Her lips smacked loudly as she pulled off of me and she said, “My daughter Jessica went on a date last night and I expected her to sleep quite late today. But shit, she got home at 9:15 bitching about the asshole guy that took her out! Hell, you should take her on a date and maybe she’d stop cussing every one of them out!”

“I won’t date high school girls anymore! They all think my cock is too big!” June had inhaled my cock when I started speaking only to pull off once more.

“Even Jessica?”

“Well, I did ASK her out once but she just looked down at my crotch and said ‘Noooooo way buster!’ So yeah, not even her.”

“My god she is so dumb!” June gave me a very quick slurp before going on, “Any way, I need to hurry in case she wakes up too soon.”

Less than a minute later I heard the shower start upstairs and June sucked down hard while pulling all the way off. “See what I mean! Damn it I wanted to pull at least TWO of your huge loads out of you today! Shit, you’d better cum soon Matt.”

And then she dove back onto me frantically working me over as she tried to rip the sperm right out of my balls. We both heard the shower go off and moments later the sound of bare feet walking above us. June used every trick she knows — and she really knows a bunch of them — as she frantically sucked and jerked my cock. Moments later I gasped out loud as my balls blasted the back of her mouth with the first of nine huge ropes of cum (the norm when she sucked me off). Like I said earlier, she never looses a drop so neither of us even thought to check her face as she released my shaft and quickly returned me to my shorts.

I went back to installing the fan while trying to hide my still 3/4 hard shaft in my shorts. Jessica trotted down the stairs wrapped only in a large bath towel. “Mom, just what the hell is so great about boys anyway?” she called out as she came down the stairs. “Oh shit, I didn’t know you were here Mark!”

“It’s Matt.” I said looking down and into her eyes. Hell, who needs to get a peek at her tits when her mom’s body is sooo much nicer!

“Yeah…whatever,” she mumbled as she tightened the towel around her.

“You aren’t very nice to your friend…”

“He’s NOT my friend, he’s a classmate!” Jessica nearly yelled out. “And he’s a fucking GUY to boot!”

“Damn girl,” I said quickly, “who crapped on your sunshine today?”

“None of your business! Just finish your…whatever and LEAVE!”

“Young lady, I’ve had just about enough of your mean mouth to Matt,” June said from across the room where she had run to after tucking my cock out of sight.

“Hmmmm, ‘just about enough’…..I guess that means I can say one or maybe even two more things before it’ll be enough.” She looked up at me in my work clothes and said, “Hurry up little fixer-up boy and do your work Escort bayan before you end up costing my mom even more money for all the shit you do around here!”

Her mother was rapidly moving towards her saying “Jessica, you stop RIGHT NOW or by god I swear I’ll…I’ll rip that towel right off of you!”

“MOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!” Jessica screamed as she moved away from me towards the stairs.

“Forget it June, I don’t give a shit about stupid high school girls anyway! And besides, who wants to see her scrawny ass…..sheeeeittttttt, not me!” After saying that I returned to my task at the ceiling while mother and daughter got in each others face.

All of a sudden Jessica gasped “Mom, what is THAT?” I turned to look and saw her finger move quickly to June’s lip and wipe off some of my cum. She looked at it and then put it to her lips before crying out, “Oh my god mom…you gave HIM a blowjob!” Her eyes bounced rapidly between her mother and I before she finally said, “Hmmm, that tasted kind of good!”

June didn’t know what exactly to say so she said nothing. Jessica still looked from one to the other of us then to my crotch then my face then my crotch and finally to her mom as she softly asked, “Mom, you really sucked him off? You sucked THAT? That’s impossible!”

“Excuse me but just how the hell would you know what is possible and what isn’t?” I said glaring at her. “Shit of all the guys that I know you dated the longest cock in the bunch is barely 5 inches long! Just shut the fuck up you dumb assed bitch! Hey June, I think I’ll go home and finish this later when you are alone.”

I climbed down the ladder as I spoke and June grabbed my arm saying, “Please don’t go yet.” Then she turned to her daughter and asked, “Just why were you home so early last night, young lady?” I couldn’t help it as a snicker slipped out of my mouth at the term ‘lady’.

Jessica glared at me before saying “I don’t want to discuss it in front of MARK!”

“You WILL discuss it and you will do it right now!”

“I went out with Rich Havens and we ended up at the point (local lover’s lane). After about 15 minutes he talked me into climbing into the back seat and then…oh mom, do I HAVE to?”

“YES!”

“Shit.” Jessica glared at me for a minute while I smiled at her, then with all words running together she rapidly said, “And then he fucked me for about a minute and then he brought me home all gushy and horny!”

I burst out laughing and saying “Holy fucking shit!”

June put her arms around her daughter and said softly, “Oh you poor baby, I’m so sorry! What I think you need is a good handyman!”

“My god no! From what I hear Mark here…I mean Matt is really huge and last night Rich hurt like hell when…well you know.”

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” I said looking right into her eyes. (By the way, not once did I ever even try to peek at her towel encased body.)

“I…guess…so. I mean I had to tell mom in front of you so why not! Ask your question and make me feel like more of a fool!”

“Just what did Rich do before he…um…hurt you?”

“Um, we talked and he kissed me a few times and then he pleaded with me again to get in the back seat and we did and then he pulled off my panties — shit he KEPT THEM — and then he hurt me and then took me home. Why?”

“Jesus H Christ, what an asshole!” I said.

“Oh my god, you poor thing,” her mother said.

“I have one more little question if it’s okay with you.” June was hugging her as tears ran down Jessica’s face. All Jessica could do was nod her head. “With any other guy or guys that you’ve been with, was their ‘technique’ pretty much the same?”

“Well, yeah, I mean how else would they do it? Well, some of them were a bit quicker than Rich was but otherwise they were all the same.” She wiped her eyes and asked “Why?”

“That’s what I figured. June, if it’s alright with you I have an errand to do but I’ll be back just as quick as I can, probably less than 30 minutes. That’s a promise.”

“Um…sure thing Matt. But just hurry back because I still think my girl needs a handyman of her own.”

**********

Twenty three minutes later I walked back into her house after giving her my usual single loud knock on the door. June called to me from downstairs where I had left them and now they were both sitting on the couch.

June just looked at me pensively while Jessica tried to make certain she was well covered. I walked up to them and reached into my pocket before pulling out a crumpled piece of cloth. “I believe this belongs to you, miss,” I said as I dropped it onto Jessica’s lap. “Sorry about the blood.”

“What is this…oh my god, what happened to your hand?” she asked when she saw my knuckles all scraped up and bloody. Then she looked at her lap and asked, “H-how did you get my panties?”

“Rich and I had a little…um…talk at his place, him and two of his buddies. Let’s just say that his nose bone sure is sharp!”

“You punched him”

“Sure Bayan Escort as shit did, broke that fucking nose of his right in front of his mom and dad! I think I did the same to his loser pals too!” June looked at my hands then jumped up and hugged me tight while Jessica sat there staring at her panties in her hand.

“Anyway, none of them will say anything about last night or they know what will happen to them! You might not like me, but no girl deserves that!”

“Gosh, I don’t know what to say! I can’t believe you are that nice to me!”

“Like I said, what he did was NOT right!” I turned to go back to work as I said, “You don’t have to worry about him bragging at school about how great he was, trust me about that!”

“Well don’t just sit there girl! Get up and go thank the man properly!”

June watched as her daughter got up and walked over to me and took my hand in hers as she said softly, “Thank you very much for doing this for me!”

“Oh my god, no wonder you said what you did about high school girls!” June stared at her daughter in disbelief before finally saying, “Jessica honey, the man in front of you is the best man I’ve ever had! He’s a great handyman but the best tool he has is NOT in his tool box…it’s in his shorts!” Her daughter gasped loudly at that and looked quickly at my crotch. “Now either you are going to really thank him by fucking him…”

“June, that’s n…”

“Hush up Matt. By fucking him or at least by sucking that marvelous tool of his. And if you aren’t smart enough to do it then I will by god while you WATCH us!”

“Mom!”

“I mean it!”

“Excuse me but I think I have a say in this also!”

“No you don’t,” Jessica said.

“Bullshit!” I yelled. “My tool goes into no woman who doesn’t want it there! That goes the same for little girls like you.”

“I’m NOT a little girl! I’m at least 4 months older than you are!”

“Whatever, I do believe it will be June and I that fuck. But I’d rather NOT have the unwilling audience!” I looked at them both for a few seconds before I said, “Of course, I think the problem for Jess is that all the guys she would let fuck her had no idea how to get her ready for it! Trust me Jessica, begging you to let them is NOT getting you ready. So how about I give that a try for no more than…um…let’s say TEN minutes. If you still don’t want to do it then so be it! If you are willing to try it with me, then I suggest a five minute trial to see if each of us wants to continue.”

“Why five minutes?” her mother asked.

“Why ‘each ‘of us?” Jessica asked. “You are a guy, OF COURSE you will want to continue IF you aren’t done by then!”

“June, she hasn’t heard a thing either of us has said, and as of right now I for one do NOT want to continue. However, the ten and five minute times are still on the table, so to speak.”

“Look Matt,” Jessica said, “I already know you guys can’t last even half that long so just cut the crap. I don’t want another stinky gooey mess between my legs so I’ll pass on the 5 minutes. But since I’ve no idea what the other feels like you can go ahead and do that.”

“Oh gee, I’m so excited to hear the thrill in your voice!” I said as I finally climbed back down off the ladder. “Jessica, lay on the couch with you hips on the arm rest and your legs hanging out in the air. I know you don’t like me so that way you won’t have to see who is doing this to you. June, please be a dear and keep the time, and don’t you dare let me go over the ten minute mark!”

Jessica looked at the couch in the rec-room and then at me uncertain what she should do. Unlike her diminutive mother who is tiny but has boobs that have little sag to them but still are way too big for her size, Jessica is about 8 inches taller and 5 or 6 pounds lighter. Her legs looked quite thin, muscular but still thin, and I had no idea about her boobs. At school she kept them well hidden and the towel was doing a good job today.

“Come on girl, drop the towel or your ten minutes will be up while you are still standing there!” I said sharply. This whole situation was getting to be a huge drag.

“Oh gosh, I’ll be naked in front of you! I…oh…I didn’t…oh no…”

She had stepped to the end of the couch and I grew tired of the game she was playing so I said, “Damn girl, suit yourself. June, there’s NINE minutes left!” Then I gave Jessica a push on her shoulders and she fell backwards onto her back on the couch, her ass on the arm and her legs flailing in the air. I pushed up the towel and said, “This I have to be able to see! Not bad, better than I was expecting.”

Then I dropped out of her sight except for the top of my hair as I slid my tongue and lips gently around her pussy, mainly letting my hot breath hit her sensitive skin. Jess gasped when I slipped my tongue into the bottom of her slit and slowly licked my way almost to the top. Instead of reaching her clit I reversed direction and plowed my way to the bottom of her slit and then beyond as I slurped down to her anus Escort and shoved my tongue into her ass four times.

“SHIT! What are you doing down there?!”

“Just let the man work!”

“He’s a teen aged BOY!”

“Hush. Seven minutes left Matt.”

I grunted in acknowledgment as I moved back up to her pussy, this time my tongue plunged deep into her little tight fuck hole and stabbed at her incessantly. “Oh goodness me!” Jess gasped as her hands gripped my head tightly. After giving her about twenty deep tongue fucks I slurped my way up to her clit and eased my lips and tongue onto it as her hands tightened even more and then fell suddenly from me.

My right hand moved to her sex and I slipped one finger into her as I sucked down hard onto her clit making her gasp out loud. June softly said, “Five minutes,” and her daughter gasped in response.

I swirled my tongue around and around her now much larger clit then I sucked onto it super hard while pulling back with my head until I sensed it was stretched as far as it would go. At the same time that she groaned in pleasure from that move I slipped a second finger into her pussy and no more than twenty seconds later pumped a third finger deep into her super moist cunt.

“Oh my god that feels incredible!”

“Three minutes.”

I switched places for my fingers and lips as I drove my tongue all around inside her slit and pussy hole while my thumb and forefinger mauled her clit. “Oh fucking hell that feels SO good!” Jessica gasped as her body started to shake slightly.

My mouth and hand switched places once more while Jessica grabbed her legs by her ankles and pulled them way back by her face opening her sex fully to me. I pulled my left hand up to me and sucked my index and middle fingers into my mouth quickly getting them covered in spit then clamped my mouth back onto her clit before she noticed I had left it.

“Oh god…oh god yes…oh shit…oh god Matt,” she groaned until I slipped my left index finger into her puckered hole about an inch. “OHMYGOD! WHAT! Oh god what are you doing? Oh god yes that feels so fucking good. Oh Matt, oh god YES!”

“Two minutes.”

My tongue was flicking faster and faster at her rock hard clit while my left index finger pressed into her ass all the way to my hand. After giving her three more strokes like that I eased my middle finger in with the first one and gently pushed them both into her ass. “Oh my goddddddd! Oh shit! Yes, fuck my ass with your fingers, fuck my pussy, suck my clit, oh my god don’t stop! Oh god YES!”

MY right hand pivoted around so I could rub her g-spot hard with my fingers and the instant I stroked it Jessica cried out “OH MY GOD!” I gave her alternating strokes with both my hands while I sucked harder onto her pulsating clit.

“One minute!”

I sucked even harder as my teeth lightly bit onto her clit while my tongue mimicked the wings of a humming bird on speed. Her hips jerked and spasmed while my right hand stroked her g-spot super hard and my left hand plunged hard and deep into her ass. It took around forty seconds before “Oh my fucking god I’m going to CUM! I’m going to cum…oh god…I’m going to cum so fucking hard! Oh god…Oh god…Oh my god it’s so…”

“Time!” and June grabbed my shoulders then she pulled me forcefully away from her daughter and I sprawled onto the floor about four feet from the couch.

“OHNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OH GOD MATT I NEED YOU! Oh Matt please fuck me! Fuck me Matt, PLEEEEEEASSSSSSSSE!” Jessica cried out as her three fold orgasm causer was torn from her super sensitized body. She rolled from the couch and half crawled half ran to me, naked as the day she was born. By god she had tits…probably about a 32C but it was hard to tell as she was on me so quickly they were lost from my view.

Jessica clamped her lips to mine as she kissed me frantically while her pussy humped my left leg. Breaking the seal of her lips slightly she gasped “Damn it why are you still dressed? I need your cock! Fuck me Matt, fuck me and make me cum!”

“I don’t think you mean it!”

“Oh god I DO…I REALLY DO!” she desperately pleaded with me. “Oh my god nobody’s ever made me feel like that! PLEASE FUCK ME MATT! FUCK ME WITH YOUR HUGE COCK AND SHOW ME HOW A REAL MAN DOES IT!”

Her hands were frantically trying to undo my belt but she had become all thumbs and couldn’t seem to get it. “Help me please Matt! Oh god PLEASE fuck me like the incredible MAN you are!”

“Now you’re talking, honey!” her mother said. “Go ahead Matt; I’m sure she really means it!”

My hands undid my belt and waist snap then Jessica yanked my shorts and boxers down in one move as she gasped, “Oh god, your cock looks so good! Shit it’s so big and hard and hot! Oh god I’m going insane with desire! Please fu-UCK!” she squealed as I centered my shaft and then pushed into her nearly half way making her voice rise noticeably.

Jess moaned and groaned as I gave her several 5 inch thrusts before I asked, “Are you alright? Can I give you more of my cock?”

“Oh god you feel SO good! Fuck me! I want it ALL! OOOF! OHM! GAWD! OAPH! OH FUCK YES!” she cried out as I gave her six hard and deep thrusts making my cock head press tight against the back wall of her young pussy.

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