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There’s some nice woods up behind my town. They’re part of the native forest but really seem like more of an extended park. Brush cutting and debris clearing to prevent bushfires means that you can just amble though them without worrying about clear cut paths. They are big enough that you could get lost up there, but you’d have to really try. Just keep walking down hill and you’re out of them. Maybe not where you wanted to be, but out of the woods and able to get where you wanted to be.

I like strolling through the woods when I’m looking for inspiration, trying to solve a problem or just feel like being lazy and avoiding work.

I don’t often run into other people out there but it does happen. Like today. It was the middle of the afternoon, a fine day, the sun was shining and there was a slight breeze. Not too hot, just very pleasant, an ideal time to commune with nature.

Strolling along I could hear some laughter floating past, a couple of girls from the sound of it. I just kept on going the way I was, not actively seeking them. But I found them.

I came around the edge of a small cluster of trees and there was this wider area, just covered with grass. There are a few places like this scattered around. They seem to migrate. Trees will spring up in one but other trees will die and be cleared away leaving a new little grassy patch.

There was the source of the laughter. A couple of girls from the town. Young women, I suppose I should call them. If memory served me correctly they were around eighteen, nineteen.

It took me a few moments to actually recognise them but then it clicked. Debbie and Ella. They actually live up the road from me. They were neighbours. Not exactly my neighbours, but each other’s. Their families lived in adjoining properties. I’d actually known both girls for years.

Knowing them so well, you’re probably wondering why I didn’t recognise them straight away. Probably because of the way they were dressed. They were both brunettes. Debbie was tastefully clad in a little tuft of nicely shaped fur. Ella didn’t have as much on.

They were taking selfies. I suppose that term still counts, even though they were also taking photos of each other posing. Some of the poses were pretty provocative and I hoped that they weren’t sexting them. They’d probably regret it if they did.

“I hope you girls are keeping those photos private,” I said. “You’ll probably find they’ll come back to haunt you in later years if you let them get out.”

Geez. What a reaction to a bit of helpful advice. The girls both shrieked and seemed to be trying to cover everything at once, both of them trying to hide behind the other.

“Geez, just relax will you,” I said. “I’m not going to jump you. Just giving you some advice.”

The girls had recognised me by now, but they were still as nervous as cats, flicking glances at me and then glancing towards their clothes, obviously wondering if they dared make a dash for them.

“I don’t know why you’re trying to cover up like that,” I told them. “I’ve already seen everything you’ve got. Very nice it is, too. I’d hate to have to try to pick between you for looks.”

They were slowly relaxing, not trying so obviously to cover up.

“What are you doing here?” demanded Debbie.

“Just taking a walk,” I replied. “If you two do this often, I’m going to start taking a lot more walks.”

That got me a couple of offended looks.

“I suppose you’re going to tell out parents about this,” said Ella.

“You have got to be joking. I can’t think of a faster way to get a punch on the nose than to tell your father that I saw you romping around naked in the woods. If it’s all the same to you, I’ll skip on being the snitch.”

Debbie, bless her cynical little heart, didn’t believe me.

“You want something,” she flatly stated. “You think you’ve got us over a barrel and you’re going to try to blackmail us.”

“I wish you hadn’t said that bit about having you over a barrel. My mind is now conjuring up all sorts of naughty images where you’re concerned.

How do I blackmail you, anyway? You’re not doing anything illegal. If I threaten you over this all you have to do is tell me to sit on my thumb and rotate, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Like I said, tell your parents and I’m asking for a black eye. Tell anyone else and I’d look like a daydreaming idiot.

Unfortunately, my phone is being repaired. Dropped it in the toilet bursa escort by accident. Well, obviously it was an accident. I can’t see anyone dropping it in deliberately. I don’t suppose you’ll let me have copies of your photos for proof?”

There was a mocking laugh at that. I grinned.

“That’s what I thought. But I’m sure you won’t really mind if I just linger for a while and watch. You’re both very attractive.”

“We’ve finished,” said Ella. “We’re going to get dressed so you might as well just go on your way.”

“You’re telling fibs,” I said. “You’re actually wondering if you’ve got the nerve to ask me to take some photos of the two of you together. However, you don’t need to worry. I’ll volunteer quite happily.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” said Debbie. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re nude. Do you really think we’re going to let you take photos of us like this?”

“Um, yes. You’ve got the single shots and some close-ups of the pair of you, but no decent body shots and you would really kick yourself if you didn’t get them. And I can assure you, your nudity was both noticed and appreciated. Why else would I hang around and offer to take your picture. Apart from the fact that you’re both attractive young women, even when dressed.”

Ella nudged Debbie. “Why not?” I heard her whisper.

Cynical little Debbie was chewing her lip, mistrusting my motives. I almost felt insulted.

“How do we know you won’t try to jump one of us?” she asked.

“Oh, please. An idiot I am not. While it would be child’s play to jump one of you and prong you, the other would either be hightailing it for help or hitting me across the back of the head with a large rock. Either way I’d be in serious strife. So ease your mind on that score.”

You tell a girl you have no intention of raping her and she gets offended. Women!

“What the hell makes you think you could just grab one of us and prong us, as you so quaintly phrase it. We’d fight like crazy if you tried.”

“And get nowhere,” I told her, smirking and getting her back up. “Pass me your phone while I take a few pictures.”

Still looking extremely dubious, Debbie passed me her camera. The pair of them posed for a few pictures, rather stiffly at first, but when I proved to just be taking the photos and letting them do what they wanted they relaxed. I’ll be honest. Some of the poses that they pulled were provocative in the extreme.

Several times I’d noticed the girls casting glances my way and giggling. I suppose it must have been fairly obvious that I had an erection, but I just pretended to ignore it.

Finally satisfied with the pictures they had, the girls started to make noises about getting dressed. Before they did, Debbie returned to the attack. My comment about how easy it would be for me to grab and rape one of them had really narked her.

“Why do you think it would be child’s play for you to just take one of us?” she demanded. “What makes you think we couldn’t put up a proper resistance?”

“I’m bigger, faster, stronger and smarter,” I said. “You’d have no chance.”

“Bigger and stronger, maybe,” muttered Ella. “That’s about it.”

I just smirked at them. Debbie was seriously irritated by what she saw as undue arrogance.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I’ll give you a little demonstration. I’ll put one of you on the ground and enter you. Just once in and then out. The other will act as judge as to whether I succeeded.”

The girls looked at each other. Ella was dubious, but Debbie was just angry enough to agree. She would, I was sure, enjoy scratching my face as a lesson.

Sure enough, Debbie wanted to play. She came dancing up to me, daring me.

“Ah, before I try, are you a virgin?”

“What? What does it matter?”

“Quite simply because I’m not going to take you if you’re a virgin,” I said flatly, and there was a no argument tone to my voice.

Debbie sighed.

“No, I’m not a virgin. Neither is Ella. You don’t need to worry.”

I glanced at Ella for confirmation then turned back to Debbie.

“OK, but first you may want to do something about your ponytail.”

I gestured towards said ponytail, taking Debbie by surprise when my hand continued forward and cupped the back of her head. Her hands started up automatically to knock my hand away, which meant I was able to reach for her face and cup her chin.

That’s when Debbie found out the hard way that where bursa escort bayan the head goes, the body follows. I had control of her head and I moved it slightly up and back and then I just lowered Debbie to the ground. I moved between her legs as I did so and before Debbie fully caught on to what was going on I had her flat on her back. I was lying between her legs and my cock just slid smoothly in to her. She was actually quite wet and aroused. All that nude posing in front of a man, I suspect.

I had her nailed before she could even draw breath to squeal.

Reluctantly I withdrew, leaving Debbie shocked and red-faced. Ella on the other hand was laughing like a hyena.

“Oh god, Debbie. If you could just see your face. He nailed you good.”

Debbie sat up, staring at me, not quite believing it had happened. She threw a scowl at Ella.

“Well you’re so smart. Let’s see if you can do any better.”

I glanced at Ella and she nodded. I turned to face her.

A half step toward her and a lifted hand and she was backing away. My toe shot out and nudged her lifted foot slightly to the side. It promptly collided with her other leg and Ella found herself falling. She squealed, arms waving, and I caught one and steered her fall, letting her come down on all fours.

I was behind her, hand parting her lips, cock pressed against her. She squealed and I drove slowly in, taking my time but going all the way, and there was nothing she could do to stop me.

This time I didn’t withdraw straight away, but just held there.

“Made my point?” I asked.

This time Debbie was laughing, but Ella gave a strangled, “Yes, but you’re supposed to take it out again.” I held it for a moment longer and then withdrew.

“Might I point out that neither of those tricks would have worked if you’d been dressed,” I reassured them, “and I assume you’re not normally wandering the streets in the buff. If you ever get the urge to, take along a chaperon.”

“Point made,” said Debbie. “Ah, feel free to put away you little weapon, now.”

“In a moment. First off, I’ve just acted as your photographer and also taught you a valuable lesson regarding your vulnerability. I was thinking a reward might be in order.”

“Ha. Here comes the demand,” said Debbie. “You want to have sex with one of us.”

“It just so happens you’re wrong,” I said.

Debbie looked dubious and I continued.

“I said before I’d hate to have to choose between you. I want to have sex with both of you.”

That shut her up. For a short while, anyway.

Ella was more practical.

“You couldn’t,” she stated flatly.

“Only one way for you to find out,” I said. “Are you game?”

Ella was looking intrigued, but Debbie not so.

“Ella will probably let you but count me out. Like Ella said, you couldn’t anyway.”

I shook my head.

“No dice,” I told her. “Both, or I’ll just have to give it a miss and think of what might have been.”

Debbie was still looking dubious.

“I’ll tell you what, Debbie. Come here and I’ll give you a reminder of what it felt like when I was in you.”

She actually took a step towards me before she swore at me. Then she looked at Ella.

“He’ll fall in a heap. You know he will. And we’ll be laughing seeing him trying to get it up.”

I sank down onto the grass, patting it with both hands to indicate I expected the girls to join me. I don’t know who was more surprised when they did, them or me.

I persuaded them to roll onto all fours.

“The same position that Ella recently experienced,” I said, a bit tongue in cheek.

There was a bit of giggling and the girls were soon in position, looking over their shoulders at me. I placed a hand on both pussies and started teasing.

They were both already reasonably wet and aroused, but I wanted them even more so. I stroked and caressed, fingers dipping between folds, exploring and tantalising. Fairly soon and they were writhing, pushing against my hands and breathing deeply.

I noticed after a while that Debbie was rubbing her breasts, teasing her own nipples. I gave her a slap on the bottom.

“None of that, Debbie,” I said firmly. “If you want to play touch you have to touch Ella.”

Things started heating up then. The girls were rubbing each other’s breasts while I continued to work on their love mounds, steadily building on their arousals.

Finally I moved behind Debbie and slammed escort bursa into her, driving in to the hilt before she knew the serious fun and games had got under way.

She shrieked and bucked under me, and then settled down as I started to drive into her, hard and fast. It was a pity to leave Ella unattended for the moment, but I noticed she was watching me take Debbie, absolutely fascinated with the way I was sliding in and out of her. She was also providing some self-stimulation that would keep her warm until I was ready for her.

I ploughed into Debbie, driving her higher and higher. I didn’t want to spend too much time on her, wanting to keep my climax for my bout with Ella, but I was determined to make her climax.

There was no finesse in the way I took her. I just went at her, letting her know that I was taking her, and she reacted, hurtling herself into the fray. We bounced together hard and in very short order I could hear Debbie gasping excitedly, her climax racing down upon her.

A couple of powerful thrusts and she was history, shrieking as her climax rode her.

I let Debbie sag down and reached for Ella. Her eyes were wide and excited as I moved up behind her, then she was shrieking and I was driving in hard.

Now a little finesse was required. I was feeling hot and ready but I still needed to give Ella a proper service. I drove into her, building on the arousal she had, working hard to bring her to her high point. Now though, every time I felt I was getting a little too close to losing control myself, I had to slow down, praying that Ella wouldn’t lose the edge I’d given her.

From the way Ella squealed and protested, my little breaks were frustrating her. She bitterly pointed out that I hadn’t teased Debbie like this. I was too busy not exploding to defend myself, but I was finally able to settle down to a hard thrusting finish.

As I expected, I came first, but I’d brought Ella to a pitch where she followed me quickly and smoothly, yelling loudly as I thoroughly sprayed her. Ella finished sinking down onto the grass and I collapsed beside her, breathing hard.

Five minutes later the girls were sitting up, giggling and chatting. I was lying there, happily spent.

Giving me a pitying look, the girls reached for their clothes.

“It’s pathetic,” said Debbie to Ella, “that they consider themselves the stronger sex. Two little fucks and he’s exhausted. Are you tired out? No. Me neither, but Mr Bigger, Faster, Stronger and Smarter can’t even stand up.”

The two girls wandered off, giggling, with little sly remarks about the true weaker sex floating past my ears. I relaxed and waited. They’d be back, I’d guarantee it.

It was only about thirty seconds later that I heard a squawk of outrage. Shortly after that two hostile young ladies were back in the clearing, glaring at me.

“Where is it, you rotten swine?” screamed Debbie.

“Um, do you mean this?” I asked, holding up her phone with all those lovely photos.

“Give it to me,” she yelled, jumping for it.

She finished up lying right across my lap, but phone firmly in her grasp again. Then she tried to push herself up and found I was holding her there.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, irritated.

I ignored her and spoke to Ella.

“Ella, I’m feeling very lazy, but I feel I need to explain to Debbie that she should be polite to her elders, one of whom is me. Would you be so kind as to lift her dress out the way and pull down her panties so I can chastise her?”

“Ella, no,” squealed Debbie as a giggling Ella did as instructed, leaving Debbie’s bare bottom directly in front of me.

“Now, Debbie,” I said, delivering a nice healthy spank, “What were you saying about pathetic?”

It was an interesting five minutes. I spanked, Ella giggled and Debbie taught me a few new words.

“I’ll tell you what, Debbie,” I said. “I’ll let up on the spanking if you promise to come this way again tomorrow. Deal?”

“Me? What about Ella?”

“She’s welcome,” I said, “but as a spectator. Tomorrow I want to concentrate on you. Ella I’ll take proper care of another day.”

“Deal?” I asked again.

“Alright. Deal,” Debbie yelled, groaning with relief when I stopped spanking and let her up.

She hastily pulled up her panties, glaring at me.

“Do you really think I’m going to come back here tomorrow?” she wanted to know.

I grinned back at her.

“I don’t honestly know,” I said. “But I’ll be here waiting. Oh, and why don’t you have a nice shave. I don’t want any fur in my teeth.”

She blushed and bolted, Ella tagging along, laughing.

Tomorrow could be interesting. I’d have to wait and see.

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Author’s note: This story contains themes of incest, BDSM and Dominant-submissive relationships. If these themes offend you, please stop reading now!

Please read this story from Part 1 to understand the story progression. This can’t be read as a stand-alone story.

All characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual people are purely coincidental.

I encourage all readers to comment and vote. There is no better way to hone your writing skills than feedback—good or bad.

******

Marie jumped up startled by the commotion outside. She didn’t think anyone else was around. She and Ybeth ran to the French doors in the kitchen and rushed out to see what had happened. Ybeth was a little faster. She found Jane and kneeled down next to her seeing the scrape on the woman’s elbow. Marie appeared at her side quickly realizing the disaster that was unfolding.

“Ybeth,” She said softly while her eyes were trained on her sister. “Please go back inside.”

The Hispanic woman turned around and kissed Marie on the cheek before retreating back into the house to finish cleaning. She sensed something in Marie’s voice that suggested she shouldn’t ask questions. She thought that Sir’s mother seemed concerned at the sight of this woman. She certainly recognized her.

Jane was in pain from her fall. She had a bruise on her knee and small scrape on her elbow that she held gently with tears in her eyes and confusion etched on her face.

“Marie?” She sobbed quietly. “W-what is going on here? Who was that woman?”

Marie was equally affected by her sister’s presence as she stood in front of her as naked as the day she was born.

“What are you doing here?” Marie asked. “You shouldn’t be here. Does Tom know?”

“What are you doing here?!” Jane cried back clearly referencing her sister’s state of undress. “Are you…? Did you and Tom…? Marie?”

They stared at each other asking questions that neither could answer. This was exactly what Marie had tried so hard to avoid yesterday. This was the one person she feared might learn her secret. She finally broke down in tears in front of her sister crumbling to the ground, and then reaching out and wrapping her arms around Jane. They were both stunned. Marie assumed that judgment would be coming from her sister at any moment. She didn’t need to say what had happened over the last few days. It seemed plainly obvious as she sat there naked save for her collar.

Jane wanted to be angry. There were so many thoughts running through her head as everything became a little clearer. How could he have done it, she wondered. Marie assumed that her sister would blame her for the incestuous actions, but Jane knew she was just as guilty. She had seen his manipulation of the young masseuse. She had experienced his dominance first hand in her house. Now, she realized that his perversion knew no bounds. She held her sister’s naked body realizing that she wasn’t here to assist with the divorce settlement or to declare her error in judgment yesterday. She had come because she wanted him, but now she didn’t know what to think. She cursed her inability to understand her own motives.

“Oh God!” Marie sobbed in her arms.

Jane shushed her sister and cradled her, rocking her back and forth.

“Shhh.” She whispered. “It’s not your fault.”

Marie was relieved at the lack of an outburst or immediate judgment, but admitting it to her sister was still overwhelming.

“Of… of course it is…”

“Marie, there’s something I need to tell you.” Jane muttered with a shaky voice. “I… flew out here this morning to see you and Tom…” She began.

“But… W-why?” Marie interjected. “Why not call? Why not fly back with us last night?”

“Tom said I wasn’t allowed to fly back with you.” Jane stated uneasily.

“H-he said that?”

“Yes.”

“When?” Marie asked. “Why wouldn’t he let you?”

“He sent you out to the car to wait for him last night…” Jane said clamping her eyes shut and gathering her courage. “Then he p-pulled me from my chair onto the floor… he… bent me over the coffee table and… fucked me…”

“No!” Marie gasped.

“… When I asked him to fly back with everyone, he called me a needy slut… and then told me if I wanted to visit I had to do it on my own time at my own expense… but… he didn’t say I couldn’t come…” Jane pleaded.

Somehow, despite her sister’s similar actions, she felt this was still a betrayal.

“Marie, please forgive me. Please…”

Marie felt hurt by her son’s actions. As she let the reality wash over her, it seemed less and less bothersome. He had many women. She wasn’t bothered by the others. So why should she be bothered by the fact that his newest conquest was her sister? She should have expected it, she thought. She shouldn’t have underestimated his voracious appetite for domination. Her sister loved his books. She’d told him that much. She realized that she had thrown the chum in the water. He was drawn to it. It was his Görükle Escort nature.

Marie finally looked up at her sister’s scared and nervous eyes, and began to laugh. The laugh sounded as uneasy and nervous as Jane looked. It was unsettling.

“A needy slut?” She asked. “That’s what he called you?”

“Yes.” Jane replied unsure about her response, and guilt ridden over her own admission.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Jane asked thoroughly confused.

The last two weeks had been enormously burdensome. The last two days, though, were terribly confusing for her. It all seemed like some bad soap opera — successful novelists and incest and fancy houses, private jets, masseuses and illicit lifestyles. Jane craved the comfort of normalcy, yet she cursed herself for being drawn to the allure of the forbidden world she had stumbled upon.

“Well, are you a needy slut or not?”

Marie blurted the question out knowing how ridiculous it sounded. The tears hadn’t stopped streaming down her face, but the edges of her lips had drawn outward as if she were going to burst into a fit of laughter at any moment. Her eyes seemed more intense as she examined her sister.

“I…” Jane was irked seeing this side of her. She hadn’t even seen Marie naked since they were teenagers. She looked at her waiting for a response. “I’m not sure. Maybe I am.”

And with that simple answer Marie finally bellowed out in full laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Jane asked upset by her reaction.

She wasn’t sure if her sister truly found humor in this situation, or if she was delirious and mentally unstable given everything that had happened.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Marie blurted back at her. She wrapped her arms around Jane again. “I’m not mad at you. I’m really not. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Marie stood up helping her sister to her feet. She had come to terms with the fact that she had submitted to her son. She was only ashamed when she felt she was being judged for her decision. She cared deeply for her sister, and the thought of being disowned or ridiculed by her only sibling was overwhelmingly painful. But her sister was guilty too. Marie noted the change in her own demeanor immediately. She felt better to a degree even if the reality was still shocking to them both. She shared a bond with her sister now — and incestuous, terrible bond — but a bond nonetheless. Her sister, however, was only just beginning to deal with the emotional repercussions.

Jane looked at the deep bruises on Marie’s ass.

“Jesus, Marie.” She gasped with honest concern. “Did he do that to you? Does it hurt? Did he beat you?”

Marie turned giving her a sister a full view of her ass. She looked back at her over her shoulder gauging her reaction. Jane examined the brutal result of his punishment, and then she noticed the proud smile on her sister’s face.

“Did Sir do that to me?” Marie repeated as she glanced down toward her rear. “He did.”

“Why would he do that?” Jane asked stunned both by her sister’s seemingly proud smile and by her use of the name Sir in reference to her son.

“Because I broke the rules, Jane.” She answered as if it were obvious. Then she turned around and took her sister’s hands and held them. “Listen. There are plenty of rules in this house. I can’t tell you anything about it now. I will say this, though… If he fucked you… if you showed up here… it was because he wanted it. He knew you’d come. You can’t fathom his calculation. He knows people… he knows how they think… and… well it would be too hard to explain it all. But you need to understand this much, I let him whip me. In his house, you always get to choose.”

Jane felt very uncomfortable. Her sister was speaking with some type of cryptic allegiance to her own son. She wondered for a moment if he was running some type of cult.

“Should I not have come?” Jane asked nervously.

In that moment, Marie realized how naïve and silly she must have seemed a few days ago when she arrived. She had shown up at his house as if everything was normal, yet everyone around her knew a secret that she didn’t. Now she understood and her sister was the oblivious one. She knew that Sir could set her on a new course if he chose. He could open her eyes if she were willing. She wondered if this is how Alexis had thought of her the first time they met.

“Do you want to be here?” Marie asked.

“I… Yes. I thought so.”

“Then this is where you should be.”

“Is he going to be mad that I showed up without asking first? Am I in trouble?”

“Mad?” Marie asked. “No. I don’t think he’ll be mad at all.” Then she paused. “In trouble? Oh, Jane, you’re in over your head already!”

Marie could not effect Sir’s actions. He did as he pleased. She realized that he had chosen to fuck her sister. Maybe he had to involve her because of the circumstances surrounding the divorce. Maybe he couldn’t have stepped in to manage it without her figuring things Görükle Escort Bayan out. She wondered if her sister’s arrival was somehow her fault. Marie knew that Jane had allowed him to fuck her, though. He certainly had a way of being convincing and manipulative, but she could have said no. So she let her last statement hang in the air.

******

Alexis folded the small blanket and stuck it away in Tom’s pack. She placed the remnants of their lunch in small plastic bag, and then she knelt down next to the tree and said a short prayer and a goodbye to her mother. It was the first time she had come here where she wasn’t overwhelmed by sadness. Today, instead of mourning the loss of her mother, she chose to use the occasion to celebrate her future.

Tom took her hand as she stood back up, and they enjoyed the cool breeze that blew in from the ocean making the heat of the late afternoon somewhat bearable. They walked quietly around the vineyard taking a longer path back to the car. The silence allowed them to share a new closeness before they headed back home. Tom and Alexis both loved their life, but each knew that the nature of it prevented them from having as much time together as they might prefer. When they reached the car, they embraced one more time and shared a kiss before departing.

Alexis made a three point turn to get the car turned around on the small dirt road.

“Sir,” She said. “I’m sure you’re curious about my father. I’d like you to meet him at some point, just not today. This day is hard for him. It’s the reason we don’t see each other often. I remind him of her. He could never look at me the same way after she was gone. But I promise sometime soon I’ll introduce you. You’d like each other.”

“Whenever you think it’s best. I’d like that.” Tom replied.

Alexis drove inland from Santa Barbara toward Ojai making a more circuitous route back to the freeway. She was struck by nostalgia, and made the detour without discussing it. It was a nice drive regardless of the time it added to the trip.

“Sir, I just want to mention that I’m not going to be able to hide my condition much longer. I’m not sure what you want me to say. The other girls will figure it out sooner than later.”

Tom had been staring out the window lost in thought. He began speaking before he even turned his head as if he’d already been thinking about it.

“We’ll tell everyone soon enough.” He said. “But not yet. I need to handle these other complications first.”

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do on Monday, Sir?”

Tom turned back looking at her. His serious expression dissolved when he saw the beautiful glow in her face. She looked happy and he enjoyed seeing her this way.

“I’m not sure exactly.” He said. “I want him off his guard though.”

“Won’t he be when he sees the house, or realizes that his attorney has resigned?”

“It’s not enough, I don’t think.” Tom said contemplatively. “I want him to talk to my mother first of all. I want them to have that chance. Lexi, as much as I’d like to see him suffer, I owe it to her and to him to discuss things first. He deserves the opportunity to make the right decision. I want to believe he has it in him.”

“Do you think that they could get back together, Sir?” She asked even though she didn’t think it was possible.

“I’m not sure what’s going on in his head.” Tom replied. “She’ll never be able to take him back. Nothing will be the same for her. Not after the last few days.”

Alexis considered that and felt profoundly sad for a moment.

“Does that bother you, Sir?” She asked.

“No.” He answered surprised by how little it actually affected him. “She’s happier now. I think she’s happier than she’s been in a long time. Not that I attribute that to myself. I just think she needed to discover herself. Lexi, you can’t think of her differently than any other woman that has come to our house.”

Alexis beamed at the small changes she saw him making. She enjoyed hearing him say things like ‘our house’. It wasn’t their house, it was his. The way he said it made her realize that he imagined them together always.

“And your aunt?” She asked.

Tom smirked. “She’ll be here soon. I’ll bet sometime tomorrow.” He paused for a moment. “You know, Lexi, I won’t be able to handle things on my own anymore. I know you’ve always been by my side, but I’m going to need you to take a larger role in our life. My aunt is a natural submissive. I can sense it, but she has plenty of resistance. She’ll struggle with it. I want you to be more dominant with her. I need you to be more forceful. I don’t want you helping her like you helped my mother.”

“Yes, Sir.” She said.

Tom and Alexis talked for the entire drive home unlike the relatively quiet drive on the way out to Solvang. Alexis had never listened to him talk through his thought processes. He never included her when he thought out a course of action or outlined the careful moves to bring someone to the Bursa Escort Bayan moment of submission. But that was all Tom wanted to do on the drive home. He wanted her to hear the possible outcomes and countermoves for the coming days. He wanted her to understand the careful consideration required of a Dominant. She drank it in admiring his complicated view of social dynamics. Alexis didn’t mention the pregnancy for the rest of the trip. If anything this day marked a change in her life and her future, the same way her life changed the day she first knelt for Sir.

******

Marie had brought down some Neosporin and a bandage and tended to her sister’s scrape in the living room. She hadn’t given Jane a tour of the house. Marie’s nerves were aflutter the more she wondered what would happen when Sir arrived. She loved her sister, and the more she thought about the choices that Jane would have to make in the near future, the more nervous she became. She went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the temperature controlled wine fridge, and poured herself a rather liberal glass. She brought one for her sister as well.

Jane stood up and walked around the living room. She remembered her surprise when Marie had told her of Tom’s success, but being in his home was another matter altogether. She looked at the same photos that Marie had seen when she first arrived. She was struck by the same realization that he lived quite a charmed life.

She glanced at her sister who had gotten awfully quiet since they went inside. She looked at her sitting on the plush sofa. She noted that she didn’t sit back into the cushions, rather her posture was rigid. Her feet were planted firmly on the floor; her ass sat on the edge of the sofa, her back was perfectly straight causing her generous bust to hang out in front of her. The glass of wine sat in front of her on the coffee table, but her hands remained on her knees except when she reached forward to take a sip. Something about it seemed off.

“Aren’t you going to put on clothes?” Jane finally asked. She’d been thinking it since she arrived.

“No.” Marie replied quietly wishing not to elaborate.

“So you just walk around Tom’s house naked all day long? You don’t find that strange?”

“No.” She answered again.

Jane was growing frustrated with her sister. She wanted to have a conversation, but Marie was making it very difficult. She tossed back her glass of wine finishing it.

“Would you at least get me another glass of wine?” She asked.

“Of course.” Marie said taking her glass and walking in to the kitchen.

Jane followed close behind her. She peered into the dining room on the way, and looked around the kitchen.

“He has good taste.” Jane stated as she admired everything. “Are you going to show me around?”

“I… it’s not my house, Jane. It’s not my place to show you around.” She said handing the wine glass back to her sister.

“Why are you acting so strange?!” Jane pouted. “Why won’t you have a conversation with me? Why won’t you explain what’s happening here? Why are you naked? Why are you wearing a collar? Why were you licking… what were you doing with that woman? Damnit, Marie! I want answers!”

It was true. Jane did want answers. She had shown up here to see Tom, but what she had found was far beyond her comprehension. She wanted to know more. She needed to understand it. Her sister stood there with all the answers, but she wouldn’t share. Her sister was the conservative one. Jane couldn’t wrap her head around Marie’s actions. The mystery of it all was an agitation. Jane had only just come to terms with her needs, but she couldn’t live this life. It was too strange and too surreal. She hoped some simple explanation would make her feel better about it.

Marie took a sip of her own wine. She closed her eyes savoring the taste.

“He has an excellent collection of wine. I’ve never been a big drinker, but I’ve never been able to afford a good bottle either. Well… maybe on a special occasion. John would buy a nice bottle at a restaurant on our anniversary… back when we still celebrated it meaningfully. You should savor it a little bit.”

She was stalling. She didn’t want to explain anything. She looked up at her sister seeing her disturbed, frustrated glare.

Marie breathed deeply. “I’m not sure what to say to you, Jane. This is very awkward for me. I’m not trying to act strange, and I’m not trying to avoid a conversation. I’m just not comfortable standing in front of you like this. I didn’t expect it, and I don’t know how to give you an explanation.”

“Well then go put some clothes on!” Jane said exasperated.

“I can’t… I won’t…” Marie replied quickly. “I… I don’t care what you think of me. I mean I do care… but… oh, you wouldn’t understand…”

“Stop saying that! Explain it to me!” She pleaded.

“Explain what?” Marie cried out in frustration. “Explain it how?! My life fell apart, Jane. My husband is a cheating asshole. I flew out here to get away from it, and I ended up fucking my son.” A few tears escaped her eyes. “Oh god! You don’t understand at all. Do you think I’m ashamed? I should be ashamed. But I’m not! I’m not ashamed at all. I love him. I have no regret. Don’t you see? I’m happy here. I’m happy.”

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“Your uncle and I have talked about this and we agree. You should come live with us,” Aunt Sarah said. “I know you’re an adult, but maybe you should stay with family until you get yourself settled in life.”

It was a little over a year since Maddie’s mother passed away, leaving her with her step-dad Steve. As far as Maddie was concerned, she wanted to stay in her home. She’d been there all her life. And, there was Steve. That wasn’t something she was prepared to argue.

“I understand what you’re saying auntie, I really do. But that house is my home. I have all my life memories there: mom, dad, school, Christmases. Steve has already said that he hopes I’ll stay as long as I can,” said Maddie. “Plus, he’s been as much of a father as I could ask for.”

“I agree that he has been very good to you. But still, a young lady like yourself? Don’t you think that people will look funny at that? He didn’t even adopt you,” Aunt Sarah responded, pretty much indicating that she was already looking funny at it.

“Little do you know, auntie,” Maddie thought.

“Auntie, I still haven’t made up my mind what I want to do for school. Steve gives me all the freedom I need. Also, you know that he has formalized an agreement that mom’s share of the house now belongs to me, right? It isn’t just that I live there. It’s MY house, at least part of it.”

“Yes dear, I understand. That won’t change when you come to stay with us,” Auntie Sarah persisted.

“Auntie, you are saying this like it’s a done deal. You brought it up when mom died and I’ve had a long time to think about it. I want to stay in MY house.”

“I love you dear and only want the best for you. I am sure Uncle Jason will have more to say. Just keep thinking about it, okay?”

“Thank you, auntie. Do you have some more coffee?” Maddie responded, grateful for the opportunity to get off the topic.

The small talk about future plans, the coming holidays, and Maddie’s mom was a relief. It was near three o’clock and Maddie decided she had to leave. Steve would be home from work at 5:30 and she still had dinner to get ready, plus some other preparations.

“Do you have to go so soon?” pleaded Sarah.

“I am making dinner for Steve and he’ll be home soon,” Maddie replied.

“Ooooh, he’s a grown man. He can take care of himself,” countered Sarah. “Plus, it’s Friday. Aren’t you going to go out and do something fun?”

“Take care of himself. Just like you make Uncle Jason do,” Maddie remarked only to herself.

She sidestepped that thought and answered, “It’s just dinner and the least I can do. And don’t worry; I make a lot of time for my friends.”

“I have to go. I love you Aunt Sarah,” Maddie declared with a kiss to Sarah’s cheek.

“I love you too, Maddie. See you soon.”

Maddie smirked at the manifestation of her own conflict. Nothing short of an accident would keep her from the self-assigned responsibility of tending to her loving step-father. Even Steve had gently rebuffed the role she assumed in their house, but she persisted, well aware of her own developing strength.

It had been a long road to where she was at now. She wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Steve and Maddie had grown remarkably close since her mom’s death. She hadn’t been pining away or anything like that. They both grieved, to be sure, and took comfort with each other. Despite the lack of legal and biological connection, there was no question in Steve’s mind whether they would continue under the same roof. No one questioned it, at least apart from Maddie’s Aunt Sarah. They continued as before, no change in the outward relationship. They shopped together sometimes, he helped her get ready for graduation, took a vacation after school finished.

Steve had always treated her mom and her like they were his life. He earned a good living and had unselfishly shared it with them. He was a well-respected engineer but not a workaholic. He always had time for them – life events, vacations, he took care of stuff around the house, went to concerts and games. She especially appreciated how he focused on the things she respected in a man. Or maybe, she had come to that respect because of the man who was doing them. Tasks like car care, fixing things in the house, and how he tinkered on some of his projects had fascinated Maddie. He was so much like how she remembered her real father. He had died of injuries from a car crash when she was only five, but she had very clear memories of security and happiness with him.

Arriving home from her aunt’s at 3:30, Maddie opened the door with a delighted apprehension. She looked forward to her time with Steve. Friday nights had become their default family time: sometimes shopping, maybe a movie, very often a home-cooked meal.

They often shared kitchen duty, but there was a clear and amusing understanding; Maddie didn’t touch the barbecue grill. She always chuckled to herself when she thought about it and the spontaneous Tim Taylor grunt that came to mind.

“Oh well, he’s only Görükle Escort a minion in MY kitchen,” she gloated to herself.

Tonight, it was roast beef. It took her about a half hour to season the roast and get it in the oven, start some potatoes boiling and prep some vegetables and salad. The last thing she did was decant some red wine, a robust Okanagan vintage they got on their last trip to British Columbia.

“That leaves me plenty of time,” she thought, quelling the growing tension in her body. It had gotten so she couldn’t even bear the thought of these Fridays without some personal attention beforehand.

She hadn’t worked that day and showered before she went to see Aunt Sarah. She was fresh, with a light vanilla fragrance still lingering from her body wash and shampoo. In her bedroom, she stripped down to her bra and panties. As much as she liked her clothes, something about this not-quite-undressed state lightened her step and mood. Plus, she loved her new underwear. She caught a quick peak in the full length mirror on the door, did a quick turn on the balls of her feet, watching herself the whole time before she sashayed to her dresser.

As much as she loved the bra and panties, she felt an absolute need to heat things up, if only for herself. The same day she found the bra and panties, La Vie en Rose had some clearance items and she found a white stretch teddy with long garters extending from the hips. She had to have it even if she didn’t know when she’d wear it. After a bit of a hunt, she also found some sheer nude stockings that would go perfectly but not be obvious: just a nice complement to her outfit.

After fitting the teddy to her breasts and down her torso, she carefully unrolled the stockings up her legs. Attaching garters sometimes was terribly frustrating but she liked the end result. The whole process of the dressing was as important to her as the end result. She lingered over the little things, like the adjustment of bra and teddy cups, how she pulled on her pantyhose or stockings, observing herself in the mirror during the dressing event. Certainly, she wanted to take care while she did it, but a part of her was giving into a deeper yearning that overcame her body and soul. It had been only been recently that she began to understand the attraction of such things, and she was especially grateful that the crotch was fastened with little snaps making the access she was about to require that much easier.

Bringing her laptop up onto the bed with her, she opened a browser and called up a bookmark for videos of The Slut. That was how Maddie referred to a particular adult entertainer with a lot of videos. It wasn’t that Maddie thought of girls sexually, but this woman’s portrayed sexuality was so unashamedly over the top, it was hard for Maddie to not get drawn into her dark, sexy world.

Even before the video started, Maddie was lost in her arousal. Starting with the anticipation of the evening, then surveying herself in the mirror, and finally basking in the sensual pleasures of her body adorned in nylon and lace, the lingering vanilla scent was overcome by something more aggressively feminine. She was going to be in the teddy for some time to come, so she unsnapped the crotch right away.

She chose a solo performance video. The Slut was dressed outrageously as usual. She wore four-inch heels, giving way to seamed RHT stockings attached by garters to a merry widow with breast cutouts, and obscured by a sheer wrap. Her makeup almost seemed almost vulgar, but it was appropriate to the theme – garish but theatrical and dramatic.

Maddie looked at her clock radio and determined she had plenty of time. She gave into her carnal cravings, hopping off the bed and going to her closet. She pulled out the shoes she was going to wear that night, a pair of three-inch heeled black slingbacks. Fitting them on, she went back to the bed and positioned the laptop so she could see it while standing and re-started the video.

There was a sultry song playing to which The Slut “danced”; truthfully, it was more like fucking herself standing up. Maddie swayed and followed along as best as she could, more concerned about the fluidity and grace of her movements than copying everything. She had taken special note about positioning of her body for maximum allure. She bent at the waist, reaching her hands down as far as possible, drawing her palms up the length of her nylon covered legs. As she neared the top of her thighs, she slid the fingers of her right hand inside the stocking band, stretching the material over her finger tips. Standing with slightly bent knees, she pushed her bum out in one direction and thrust her breasts in the other and drew her hand from the stocking over the curve of her ass and up her torso. She brought her other hand up, both breasts now being cupped in a kneading, pinching maneuver as she rotated her hips to the music and for the appraisal of The Slut.

Having enough of her own personal foreplay, she fell back on the bed, Görükle Escort Bayan allowing her hand to slither down her teddy to her aching, wet pussy. Bringing her knees up to spread herself wide, she rode her wet lips with the length of her middle finger. She’d seen her mentor do it before and repeated the lewd act of sucking her juices off her fingers, leaving them wet with her spit before she resumed playing with her now demanding cunt.

Since encountering The Slut, Maddie had stopped using that word negatively and insultingly, not that it had been frequent anyway. “Cunt” had become the affectionate expression of her vagina in the throes of her lust and passion, almost a being unto itself.

She loved the feeling in there: both the luscious, tight wetness around her fingers and the gentle filling and friction they provided her pussy. She moved her fingers around, then in and out vaguely imagining the sensation she might experience from some of the not-solo performances by The Slut. Her head went back as she moaned and lifted her feet off the bed, imagining the thrusts of a very real but as yet, unrealized lover.

Her moaning escaped as words when she voiced the pleasure she craved. She almost winced at the thought, but knowing the pleasure that followed the release of those forbidden desires, she gave herself to them and buried two fingers between her wet folds.

“Fuck me, daddy.”

Daddy Steve had come on the scene about two years after her real dad’s death. It took a long time for Maddie to warm up to him, but Steve persevered. He grew increasingly firm, but still gentle with her as his mother’s relationship with him solidified. It was a long courtship and they did not marry until Maddie was nearly nine. She remembered the wedding day with a conflict of emotions: sadness that her mom was “forgetting” about her father, happiness that this man she liked to pretend she was angry with was going to become a permanent part of their lives.

He was “Steve” for the longest time, until one day when she was twelve when she had been out playing on a Saturday afternoon. She had become the target of relentless teasing from her friends – yes, they were friends but still kids. She came home to find the house empty. Quietly sobbing as she searched for solace, she finally came across Steve in the garage.

“Daddy,” she cried and ran to hug and be hugged by him.

Maddie had not yet known the pleasure of a vaginal orgasm and finished herself by rubbing her clit, sometimes with two hands going at once – one hand fucking her pussy, while the other soothed her throbbing button. She cried out as she convulsed, drawing her knees to her chest with her erotically appointed calves and feet pointed toward the ceiling. Her thighs bounced up and down on her chest as she thrust into herself while blissfully fantasizing about how much better it could be.

She splayed out on the bed as she recovered, catching her breath. She had a continuing mission to attend to and went through a mental inventory of her final preparations.

She spritzed fragrance first to give it time to settle. That was followed with a little wipe down with a washcloth to get rid of sweat and the wet mess left on her legs. Then, she touched up her makeup, making a show of putting on the lipstick by toying with the tube as though it were a little penis. After brushing out her hair and smoothing it down, she went to her closet to retrieve the above-the-knee length black skirt and white blouse she had chosen for tonight.

“If only I didn’t have to get any more dressed,” she briefly lamented, alarmed that her playtime didn’t seem to put her desire to rest.

She relented and put on her clothes. Looking in the mirror, she tucked, straightened, and smoothed, very pleased with herself.

It was now 4:50 and she was a little behind. She decided to cheat and use a pre-mix gravy with drippings from the pan added, mashed the potatoes, readied the salad in the bowl, set the table, and set the beans in the frying pan with butter, salt and pepper.

At 5:25 she gave herself a little pat on the back – “Damn girl, you’re good!” – and poured a glass of wine.

She usually greeted Steve when he came home but she had never prepared herself this way before. Instead, she sat tall on the bar stool at the eating counter facing the entrance to the kitchen, crossed her legs ensuring her skirt covered everything, and took a sip of wine while she waited. She had just undone a button on her blouse to reveal the top of the teddy when she heard the key in the door.

“Hi Maddie, I’m home,” he called from the entry. The smell of the beef immediately brought an amused and resigned smile to his face.

“That girl doesn’t give up on that,” he quietly muttered.

“I’m in the kitchen, daddy.”

Steve hung up his coat and put his shoes in the closet before rounding the corner to the kitchen.

“Oh. My. God. Not again.”

Steve had found himself looking forward to seeing Maddie after Bursa Escort Bayan work, his gaze of appraisal lingered when she’d show a new top or outfit. He had been completely overtaken though, one morning when she had a job interview later in the day.

Steve was getting ready to leave for work and he hadn’t seen Maddie yet. He was about to check on her and say goodbye when he heard the click of heels on the tile floor around the corner.

In that moment, it was as though lightning struck with no physical evidence. Steve maintained his cool but was dumbstruck at the vision of Maddie as she rounded the corner and presented herself to him.

Her long brown hair draped over the front and back of her shoulders, framing a face made up unlike he’d ever seen on her before: dark eyes, full lashes, richly-coloured lips. Caressing her body was a long-sleeve, semi-sheer blouse over a camisole which revealed just a hint of cleavage. The blouse was meticulously tucked into a dark grey pencil skirt that came just above her knees. The contrast of her legs was muted by the very sheer and expensive-looking black nylon that glowed from her flesh underneath. She stopped and slowly twirled on her black slingback stiletto pumps.

“Do you think I’ll knock ’em dead, daddy?”

Though it had been a long time, Steve still knew the game.

“If you fall off those heels and poke ’em in the eye, you will,” he said with a wink.

*Slap*

“You look pretty, sweetheart.”

“Pretty? Pretty?” Maddie was indignant, making a show of stomping her foot.

“Come here precious,” he beckoned her. “You look fabulous. I wish I could hire you.”

Steve was a mess inside as he gave her a fatherly hug to encourage her and wished her luck. She thanked him with a very satisfied smile behind his back. Steve withdrew his hips slightly to obscure his growing erection, and then begged off to head to work.

Once he got in the car, Steve allowed himself to reel for a minute. Gripping the wheel hard, he felt like banging his head against it. What was he thinking? He was entrusted with this girl as though she were his own flesh and blood. He shook it off enough to get on the road, but Maddie permeated his thoughts through the day.

Once Steve was gone, Maddie went back upstairs to change. There was no interview, or rather it was now done and she was confident Steve would soon accept her offer.

An eternity passed as he couldn’t help but appraise Maddie, the time measured by the increments of the building pressure in and the growing length of his cock. Her hair draped over her left shoulder, very mature makeup, her eyes demurely rising to meet his, the collar of her blouse framing her chest – and what was that lace he saw underneath?, the skirt hugging her thighs, her near perfect legs smoothed with nylon, and those shoes!, one of which was dangling from her toes.

What seemed like forever was over in a moment when Steve snapped himself out of his spontaneous daydream.

“My goodness, honey. Did you have another interview today?” Steve managed to get out without his voice cracking.

“Oh no, Daddy. I thought today, we should do something a little special. And you look perfect by the way, just like I’d want if you were picking me up for a date,” she said with a hint of giggle. “You set the bar very high.”

“A DATE!”

Amidst the turmoil in his mind, Steve wasn’t making any assumptions. He parried, “My women have to learn to keep up with me.”

Flashing a satisfied smile, she reached down to put her shoe back on her foot. As she got off of the stool, the flash of a white garter strap distinctly caught Steve’s eye. Maddie walked over to hug him.

Her arms gracefully wrapped around him as she leaned in with no hint of familial modesty. Her fragrance enveloped him in tendrils, searing the moment into his memory.

She moved back slightly, resting her hand on his chest. Lowering her voice and raising her doe eyes to him, she almost whispered, “You really do look handsome, daddy.”

Unexpectedly, Maddie felt herself drawn at her waist into Steve. A flood of excitement and fear overcame her briefly as a notion that she was about to be taken came over her. As their bodies collided, she felt her hand snatched from his chest, and brought out to the side, and Steve led them in an unaccompanied dance.

Steve was fighting a losing battle to maintain his fatherly role. “Precious,” he whispered into her hair. “You have been an especially wonderful part of my life since your mom died. I love you. I know that I have given you a hard time about everything you do here, but I want you to know that I appreciate it and wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Maddie felt herself melt into his chest. “Daddy, I wa…, need you so much. I couldn’t ask for a better man to be with right now.”

Silently they danced, both relishing the moment for the same unspoken reason. Steve felt Maddie press in tight and he was now certain that she could feel his erection.

The first half of dinner passed without a word spoken. Far from uncomfortable, the silence was overcome by lingering, questioning, contented gazes. The silence was broken when Maddie went to cross her legs under the table, the side of her foot way-too-slowly grazing against Steve’s calf.

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John was looking out the den window at his neighbor across the street and once more thought that she had the best body of any girl or woman he had ever seen. John was 18, a high school senior, co-captain of the swim team, 6-2, 170, with brown hair and eyes and raging hormones! He had begun masturbating at 14 and was now stroking his cock 5 to six times a day. Living with his parents and a 20-year-old sister, it was no easy task to find a way to stroke his member without being caught. John had taken to jacking off early in the morning in bed and then again in the shower, at least twice a day in a school restroom and in the evening at home. John was also addicted to computer porno. His parents thought that he spent all of his time in the den playing computer games, but in reality he was always looking for new and more exciting porno sites. Usually, late at night, while his parents and sister were asleep John had the opportunity to masturbate to porno stories or pictures on his computer.

The neighbor across the street in question was Marilyn Johnson. Marilyn was 35 years old, 5’7″ and 120 pounds and just the bustiest, sexiest woman John had ever seen and it was his fantasy to fuck her and now he knew exactly how he was going to make that fantasy happen.

Marilyn’s husband was a salesman for a local computer network provider and as such was out of town three or four days a week. They had an 18-year-old son, Jim, who was a junior at John’s high school and was a good friend of John’s. Three weeks ago, John and Jim were playing computer games at Jim’s house and the computer malfunctioned and crashed. Jim didn’t know anything about computers, but John thought he could fix it and while Jim went to the kitchen to get them both a Coke, John started looking around the hard drive for some software that would restore their game program. While Jim was in the kitchen, John found the computers recycle bin and thought that maybe the game had been shunted off to the recycle bin.

He opened it up to see what was in there and found over fifty deleted files from the hard drive. The game wasn’t among the files but there were several files that looked like letter document and picture files that had been deleted from the on-line server. John knew that most people thought that when you deleted files that they were gone forever, but in fact if you didn’t erase your recycle bin they were still there. Quickly, because Jim was coming back from the kitchen, John attached the files from the recycle bin to an e-mail special file and e-mailed it to his computer at home. Only later would he find his “gold mine” that he knew would lead to him live-out his fantasy of fucking Jim’s hot mom.

Marilyn stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel and began drying off. She was thinking about her next meeting with Mike, her husband’s boss. She had met him at the company Christmas party and a little over two months later had started having an affair with him. He was really a nice guy. Married, but then so was she. But boy did he know how to fuck a woman and keep her happy. As Marilyn stepped out of the bathroom she threw her towel on the bed and then heard a gasp.

“Mom!” Jim said with a shriek. “Please cover up!”

She hadn’t heard Jim enter her room and was quite surprised by his presence, “Sorry Jim,” she said as she grabbed the towel and hastily covered up. Her movement caused her large breasts to sway enticingly in front of her son. “What did you want, honey?”

“Just some change for school, do you have any?”

“Yes, there is some in my purse, just take what you need and I’ll see you this afternoon, OK?”

“Yeah, mom. No problem. See you after school.”

Marilyn removed the towel, slipped into her panties, struggled to contain her large breasts into a bra, and began to put on her panty hose. She noted that her pussy was a little damp, and it struck her as odd that exposing herself, even by accident, to her son had made her pussy wet. Jeez she thought, Marilyn you are a horny old woman.

After school, when John got home, he quickly turned on his computer and downloaded the e-mail file he had sent from Jim’s house. It took him almost two hours, but he finally reconstructed the recycle bin and was going through the documents, one-by-one, when he found a letter from Marilyn to someone named Mike (who wasn’t Jim’s dad) concerning their meeting later that week. John tried to piece together the gist of the letter, but kept coming up with the feeling that Mike and Marilyn were having an affair, but couldn’t prove it by the lone letter. He quickly looked through the rest of the deleted mail but there wasn’t anything there from Mike nor was their anything there that would indicate that Marilyn was doing anything wrong!

John moved on to the “gif” picture files and found a lot of pictures that someone had downloaded from a daily picture web site, some family pictures that had been sent by an aunt in another state and then he found his “gold mine” of photos!

Under a listing called “M&M,” which John first thought had something to do with the candy, was bursa escort a group of pictures and when John opened the file to his surprise was a series of ten pictures of Marilyn and Mike… nude and fucking! Mrs. Johnson was sucking Mike’s cock, taking it deep in her pussy and up her ass! She really looked great, big round tits, nipples hard, and a cock in her mouth and a smile on her face. John could imagine that cock being his. He quickly printed off several copies and then sat back to think about his next step.

What to do? What to do? John thought about the photos as he stroked his cock and then it came to him: blackmail!

The next day John skipped school and with his parents at work and his sister in school he sat in the den and waited for Mrs. Johnson to return home from shopping. She drove home and turned into the driveway around noon and John grabbed a set of the photo’s he had copied and put them in his back pocket. He eased out his front door and walked across the street to where Marilyn was unloading her van.

“Hi Mrs. Johnson, how are you today?”

“Oh fine, John. Not in school today?”

“No, I took a day off to take care of some personal things. Can I help you with those packages?”

“Thanks John, I appreciate that.”

John took the packages and followed Mrs. Johnson into her kitchen and placed them on the kitchen table. “Thanks John.”

“Awww, that’s OK, Mrs. Johnson. Anything for you… If you know what I mean.”

Marilyn didn’t know what he meant, and was a little curious about his comment.

John moved up behind Mrs. Johnson and whispered into her ear, “Boy, you really smell great. What is that perfume?”

Marilyn, more than a little startled, jumped, turned quickly, smiled and said, “John, that’s a little personal for such a young man to be asking, don’t you think?”

John smiled back and said, “Actually I didn’t think it was as personal as if I asked you to drop to your knees and suck my cock!”

“Wwwhat!?! What did you say?” Marilyn stammered. She must have misunderstood what the boy had said.

“I said, or at least inferred that I would like you to suck my cock!”

Marilyn was aghast. “John you can’t talk to me like that. That is very inappropriate language and if you leave now I will forget that you ever said that. Now leave my house this instant!”

“Well, Mrs. Johnson, before you act so quickly perhaps you would like to see what I have in my back pocket?”

“John, I don’t care what you have in your pocket. Get out of this house now!”

John reached into his back pocket and took the set of pictures he had printed and tossed them onto the kitchen table. “Well now, lets see how you react to these.”

Marilyn’s reaction was swift. She grabbed the photos, quickly scanned them then ripped them into pieces and threw them in the trash. John just stood there smiling.

“I don’t know where you got those John, but there gone now so get the hell out of my house!”

“Marilyn, I can call you Marilyn can’t I?” he mocked. “Those were just prints off my computer. I have the entire file on a disk and can print as many as I want, so get off your high-horse and let’s get down to business, shall we?”

Marilyn said nothing. She was too shocked to say anything. Finally she spoke, “John I can’t do this and won’t do this. You’re a teenager and my next door neighbor. This is against the law. I won’t be bullied or blackmailed into sex by you or anyone!”

“Mrs. Johnson,… Marilyn, I don’t give a shit if its against the law or not and if you don’t want your husband and Jim and the entire neighborhood to see these you will do as you are told, is that clear?”

Marilyn thought about what John was saying. What could she do? Her husband would kill her if he found out she was having an affair with his boss and poor Jim, what would he think about his mother? “OK John, come over here and I will do this just this one time. But no more, do you hear me?”

“Marilyn, it’s not going to be that simple. Look bitch, you will do as I say… Do you HEAR ME!”

She was startled, but realized that there wasn’t much she could do right now so she decided to do what he was asking.

“OK, John. I’m sorry. What do you want me to do?”

“Well for starters, ditch those clothes.”

“What? Do what?” she said.

“Get out of your clothes. I want to see your tits and cunt and right now!”

Marilyn started to disrobe. She unbuttoned her blouse, took it off and put it on a kitchen chair. Next she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Standing there in her bra and panties, she blushed red and reached behind her and removed the bra. John admired her and watched intently her strip act. He had never been with a naked woman and his cock was getting rock hard. He walked up behind her and reached around and started playing with her large breasts and tweaking her nipples. Grabbing her massive melons, he excitedly kneaded and squeezed them. He bounced her large globes in his hands as if weighing them.

“Mmm, they’re fantastic! escort bursa how big are they?”

Marilyn hesitated for a moment then hesitantly replied, “38DD.”

“Oh God!” he groaned at her reply. He continued kneading the large orbs in his hands before finally deciding to get the show going.

“Good Marilyn, now get the panties off.” he ordered as he temporarily let go of her tits.

She grabbed the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs. She stood before John completely nude. He saw that she had a nice figure, 38DD breasts that didn’t sag, great legs And surprise, surprise, a shaved pussy!

“Wow Marilyn, a shaved pussy, how nice. Now get over here and suck my cock!”

Marilyn walked over to the teenager and thought, God, how did I get myself into this situation? She dropped to her knees, reached up and unbuckled his belt. She unzipped his jeans and let them drop to the floor. She looked at John hoping for some sympathy, but saw only lust in his eyes. She grabbed his Jockey shorts and pulled them down to his knees and his cock jumped out at her and stared her in the face. She was amazed. Jesus Christ she thought, this teenager had a cock that had to be 7 inches long and 3 inches around and he was circumcised. It was the first cock she had ever seen that was circumcised and she just stared at the large, purplish head in front of her face.

“Well Mrs. Johnson, come on, let’s get started. Suck my cock!”

Marilyn took a deep breath and put his cock into her mouth and began to suck. She had always refused to do this for her husband, so she wasn’t very experienced, but she just tried to do the best she could. She licked up the underside, played with his piss hole with her tongue and put the tip into her mouth. She bobbed her head a bit, but John grabbed her head and shoved his cock deep into her throat and pumped his shaft in and out like he was fucking her mouth. It didn’t take John very long before he knew he was gong to come in her mouth.

John held tight to the back of her head and rammed his cock deep into her mouth. He heard her muffled voice as he shot all of his cum deep into her throat. He watched as some of his jism dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheeks. John kept pumping his cock in and out of her mouth until he became limp, then he told her to keep sucking and clean his dick up.

“Ok, John…it’s over.” Marilyn said. “I’ve done what you asked me to, now get out!”

John looked down at Marilyn, her nude body glistening, her large breasts swaying invitingly and said, “No, it’s not over, it’s just started. Or do you want the whole neighborhood to know what a whore you are?”

Marilyn was stunned. “I thought you just wanted a blow job?” she said.

John reached down and helped Marilyn to her feet while copping a feel at her enormous rack. Naked, with cum running down her face, Marilyn looked beaten.

“Now what,” she said. John smiled, gave her tits a squeeze, and led her down the hallway towards her bedroom.

“Oh God John, not that!” she said.

John walked her into the bedroom and roughly pushed her down on the bed. First he said, “You’re going to get me hard again and then we are going to fuck.”

John reached over and began massaging her breasts and pulling on her nipples. He moved up, straddled her shoulders and pushed his cock back into her mouth. “Now get me hard and let’s get this going.”

After a few minutes John moved her into the traditional “69” position and put his cock back into her face and started sucking on her pussy. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do, so he just kept licking and sucking and then he noticed that she too was sucking hard on his cock and with one hand pushing his face deep into her pussy. John felt her pussy get really wet as she continued to push on to his face and her hips began buck and John could hear her moaning with pleasure.

Marilyn couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She was nude, on her bed with the next door teenager. She had already given him a blowjob, and now he was eating her pussy while she sucked his dick. She initially didn’t want to do this but now her juices were flowing and she wanted nothing more than to continue this and have him fuck her and fuck her hard and fast.

“That’s it John, suck on my clit, eat me… harder, deeper. John I want you to fuck me. Put your cock deep into my pussy and fuck me hard. Now, John!”

John moved around so his cock was positioned at the opening of her cunt and slowly pushed his dick deep into her fertile furrow.

“Oh God John,” she moaned, “Fuck me hard and deep.”

John slammed his cock into her pussy and pounded away. Marilyn was out of control now, her desire too much for her and she was bouncing around the bed like she was on top of a fire pit.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Harder, John, harder!”

Marilyn was getting the fucking of her lifetime and was enjoying it more than any she had ever had, including the normal fucking she got from her small-dicked husband. She was enjoying it so much that she didn’t even bursa escort bayan hear her son Jim when he arrived home from school.

Jim arrived home at the normal time and came into the kitchen through the garage door.

“Mom? Mom?” Jim called out.

That’s funny, he thought. Mom was always here when he arrived home from school. I wonder where she is? Then he heard the strange sounds coming from his parents’ bedroom. At first he thought that maybe his mom had fallen and was hurt.

“Mom, are you alright?”

Nothing. Jim eased his way from the kitchen down the hallway towards his parents’ bedroom. What was going on in there? It sounded like bouncing on the bed. He knew his dad was out of town so it couldn’t be him with mom…doing their thing. Then he heard his mother cry out, “Deeper John, fuck me deeper!”

Now Jim knew what his mother was doing and with whom she was doing it.

Jim slammed open the bedroom door and yelled out to his mother, “Whore, you’re a fucking whore!”

Marilyn stopped fucking and looked up at the sudden intrusion. Neither of them had heard Jim come in the house and both were shocked at his words. John however, continued to pound away at her cunt.

“Now wait just a minute young man,” Marilyn said. “You have no call to talk to me like that!”

“Well, let’s see now,” Jim said. “You’re naked in your bed and fucking the next door neighbor… what would you call yourself… Mother Teresa?”

For the first time it dawned on Marilyn where she was, how she wasn’t dressed and that John was still vigorously pounding away at her cunt. She pushed John off of her and grabbed a sheet and pulled it around her body.

John, for his part, noticed a large bulge in the front of Jim’s pants.

“Hey Mom,” he taunted Marilyn. “Lookie here, little Jim has a hard-on looking at his mother…. fucking.” Then he began to laugh, “Mother fucking, get it? Hahahaha.”

Jim looked down at his pants and saw that he was not only hard, but also wet and blushed a bright red.

John noticed too and said, “Hey Jim. Get your clothes off and join us on the bed. Come on buddy, your mom is really a great fuck.”

“Oh No!” Marilyn said in shock, “No way!”

Jim started to take off his clothes and said, “Why not mom? After all, you’re fucking John, so why not me?”

“No, no, no!” was her answer but she saw him step out of his jeans and shorts and climb on the bed. “Jim, I’m your Mother, you can’t do this.”

“Come on Jim,” John said, “it’s OK. Let’s both have some fun with her.”

John turned to Marilyn and said, “If you don’t want everybody to know what you have been doing, just lie back and enjoy this.”

Marilyn lay back down on the bed and John rolled her over into the doggie position.

“Look Jim, get up to the front and have her suck your cock and I’ll finish fucking her.”

Jim moved up to the head of the bed and positioned his small 4-inch cock in front of his mother’s face.

“Here we go Mom. Take my cock and suck me off.”

Marilyn, resigned to her fate… and loving it… took Jim’s cock and started sucking for all she was worth. Jim, having shed all inhibitions about fucking his mom, used one hand to reach down and finally get his hands on his mom’s enormous tits. As his excitement grew he used his free hand to grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth.

John, at the other end of the bed was watching Marilyn suck her sons’ cock and when he looked down and saw the rosebud puckered ass hole knew what he wanted next. He reached under Marilyn and wiped his fingers in her cunt and then used her juices to lubricate her ass hole.

“Aruggg!” she said through mouth with her son’s cock pounding in it, “No John… don’t do that…”

But it was too late. John shoved hard and his cock drove deep into Marilyn’s asshole. John pumped and pumped and knew he was about to come when he heard Jim yelling, “I’m cummmming, I’m cummming!” And they came together.

Marilyn swallowed all her son had to give then smiled up at him and said, “Honey, would you mind licking my cunt? I need it licked so bad, and there is no one who I would rather have suck on my pussy that the guy who came from it to start with.”

“Not a chance mom. I wanna fuck that cunt of yours!” Jim confidently told her. Marilyn sighed at how fast her son seemed to grasp how much power he now had over her. Oh well, at least she knew he was going to do a good job of fucking her, if his enthusiasm was any indication.

Jim moved down to her rear, and with one swift stroke impaled his cock into her dripping pussy. “Mmmm… Oh,” Marilyn moaned as her son pumped her at a furious pace. “Yes… ugh… oh mom!” Jim moaned over and over as he felt his cock being milked by her big-titted mother’s hot cunt. He fucked her even harder and faster as he tried to bring himself off.

“Yes! Oh baby, yes! Fuck mommy! Oooohhhhh!!!” Marilyn wailed, trembling as her orgasm built up to a climax and finally exploded at the same time as Jim filled her cunt with his jizz. Jim grabbed and squeezed tightly both of her large tits as orgasmic bliss washed over his body. He kept pumping his cock into her while gripping her big tits, riding out his orgasm, and his mom for all she was worth. Then with one final squeeze, he lay on the bed beside her.

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They were all surprised that Celia and her husband came to the party. No-one in the family had seen her for twenty years, but Joyce — her sister — felt she should at least be invited, that she should invite her younger sister by two years to her fiftieth birthday party. Joyce and her sister had kept in touch through Christmas cards and the occasional brief phone call. Arthur, at only 18, had never met his aunt, although had heard about this “Aunt Celia” whose name was always mentioned in a voice of disapproval. He had asked about her, but no-one would say much about her. None of the family had met her Husband Guy: they had been married fourteen years; no-one from the family had been invited to the wedding. But then Celia and Guy had come to the party, staying in a local hotel…….

Partly the twenty years apart was caused by distance — they lived at opposite ends of the country, 300 miles apart. But the real reason had been the newspaper article. Front page of a national tabloid. “Perversion in Suburbia.”

The story was very “unsalubrious!” Celia, not married at the time, had ended up working as a professional domme. Of course no-one in the family knew, or ever found out how she had “learnt” the role — but she had found it more lucrative than working in the bank, and it suited her strong character. She had a couple of rooms in her suburban detached house kitted out appropriately. She had developed a good clientele of professional men, and even the odd woman. A journalist had investigated. Apart from Celia, no-one was named, but her clientele had melted away very quickly. The journalist had been good, writing a good story for the paper, covering 4 pages of the Sunday edition, with interviews from the neighbours (“Nothing like that goes on around here……”) and other local people.

The article had caused a huge rift between Celia and her family, particularly as her conservative mother who lived near Joyce was utterly horrified at what had happened, and refused to speak to her daughter ever again. Celia had not come to the funeral 16 years later. It was only after their mother’s death that Joyce thought she should try to repair the relationship.

The newspaper article, however, was not good for anyone. The reporter who had investigated had “purchased” a session from Celia to create his article. Unfortunately for him, Celia had videoed the event. After the article was published she sent copies of the video to rival papers, showing the reporter tied to a bed, begging to be spanked, screaming for more as Celia used the strap-on on him, and begging to be allowed to cum, needing to shoot his load. His language was not gentlemanly as he begged for her services! Sadly for him, he had got caught up in the moment, and his own desires were not orthodox!

Although the reporter had become a laughing stock, it also changed the family, torn apart for 20 years.

The party went well. Joyce and Celia enjoyed being together again and catching up over the weekend. The family had liked Guy, Celia’s husband, who was a smart, friendly, laid back man. Some commented at how Joyce and Celia couldn’t possible be sisters — Joyce small, cheerful and “round,” whereas Celia was tall and slim with a quiet confidence. Truth was Joyce took after their father, Celia after their mother. Arthur and his older sister Jenny had liked both Celia and Guy, and very much appreciated the interest they showed in them, in their hopes, and careers, and education. Jenny was four years older than Arthur and was already living away with her boyfriend, although had come home for the weekend.

The family also enjoyed meeting Celia, although the events of 20 years before were studiously avoided. They discovered that Celia had moved to a new town 20 years before, and stayed at a small hotel to look for a flat in that new town. Guy owned the hotel, and they had clicked and Celia had simply stayed, between them developing the hotel and the services it provided. Guy had been divorced, but now he and Celia were clearly in love and continuing the work of the hotel.

Overall the weekend went well, the meal and party went well. Joyce had enjoyed being reconciled to her sister, Arthur had loved meeting this “mysterious” aunt who wasn’t as mysterious as her reputation.

Two weeks later Arthur walked into the kitchen where his parents seemed to be heatedly discussing a letter his mother was holding. The conversation stopped the instant he walked in the room, and there was an awkward silence. At last his father Brian spoke. “Well, he is here. Let’s ask him.”

There was a pause. “Arthur — we’ve had a letter from Guy and Celia. Apparently they learnt you were looking for work for the summer before you go off to college. They are suggesting you go and work for them for the summer. They say go for a few days first. If you like it you can stay on working at the hotel till the end of August. Do you fancy it?”

One late Friday afternoon Arthur was about to get off the train at the resort where bursa escort his Aunt had her hotel. He was nervous, and knew he could leave if things weren’t right, but it was an amazing chance to get away from home, have a new experience, make some money, in a “safe” way before going to college in the autumn. He knew his mother didn’t want him to go, although he wasn’t quite sure why. In the end he heard her say doubtfully to his father “I suppose things are different now, especially that she’s married. Guy seems a nice man.” She had said to Arthur: “any problems, given me a ring instantly.” Arthur wasn’t quite sure why she said things, and the way she said them — he was just too excited to go — he had really liked Aunt Celia, as strong a character as she obviously was, and had really liked “Uncle Guy” who was friendly, treating Arthur as another man, rather than as a “youngster.”

Guy met Arthur off the train, and in ten minutes were at the small hotel, a place in a stunning setting overlooking a beautiful beach. Within seconds Arthur was in his room, linked to the wifi, sending his parents a message to say he had arrived safely, and within half an hour he was sitting with Aunt Celia and Guy eating lasagne. It was the same as the guests were eating, but the guests were being served by the evening staff — Celia and Guy dealt with the “check-ins” on a Friday, but it was a busy time and they had staff to do the cooking and serving on the Friday evening. They had all agreed that Celia, Guy and Arthur would have a settling-in evening before Arthur started tasks on the Saturday. Arthur was looking forward to it. He knew it would include cleaning as well as any other work that needed doing, from helping in the kitchen, to serving, to portering. He found that Aunt Celia and Guy generally were there by themselves, but got in casual staff if they ever needed them, particularly on the weekend. The only person they employed permanently was their part-time cleaner.

All this Arthur discovered as they ate. It was as they ate some ice cream at the end of their meal that the conversation had wandered, wandered to family particularly. It was with hindsight that Arthur realised Aunt Celia had led things that way. The conversation moved to heights! Aunt Celia proclaimed that in their family there was two sets of genes — the tall genes and the short genes, and nothing in between. Celia was tall and slim; Joyce, Arthur’s Mother, Celia’s sister, was small and round! Arthur was tall and slim, Jenny his sister was small and “round:” not round, shapely, commented Guy.

As they cleared up the tea, and sat on the settee for the evening, the conversation continued, Celia talking about the wider family, often talking about people Arthur had never met, some he had never even heard of.

“Let’s all sit as a real family……..” Celia said, and the three ended up on the settee facing the fire, with Arthur in the middle, Guy on his right, Aunt Celia on his left.

The conversation continued for a bit, and all were getting warm and comfortable. It was Aunt Celia who changed the subject…….. “The thing is, from what I have seen of them, the guys with the tall thin genes also have big cocks, while the smaller genes give the men small cocks.”

Arthur was stunned. He wasn’t even sure he had heard correctly. But he had gone bright red in teenage embarrassment. Celia paused, then continued naturally. “So Arthur, how about you — how big is your cock, you know, when it’s hard? Is it big or small?”

Arthur was struck dumb, but his cock he thought was large, and was getting large very quickly simply with Aunt Celia sitting next to him and asking the questions. She continued: “Sorry Arthur, it is an odd question to expect a lad like you to answer. Tell you what — why don’t you get it out and show us, Guy likes to see cocks as much as I do.”

Arthur was still stunned, and was paralysed in his seat. Aunt Celia seemed like she wasn’t for stopping…… “Tell you what, I know you are embarrassed. Let me help you.” Aunt Celia reached over. Before Arthur could think about it, Aunt Celia was undoing his trousers, Guy was lifting him up so she could pull his trousers and boxers down, then set him down on the settee again. Arthur didn’t know what to do. He was horrified. Yet a woman. And a man. His cock was rock hard. He tried to hide his cock with his hands, but Aunt Celia pulled them away.

It was Guy who spoke. “Wow, that is a nice big cock. Almost makes me jealous….”

Arthur had his eyes closed in embarrassment, but felt Aunt Celia’s fingers tickling his cock, like she was inspecting it. He felt her fingers squeezing his balls, making approving noises.

Celia spoke again. “Hey, Guy, why don’t you get yours out so we can compare them.” Arthur felt Guy moving about, and opened his eyes. Guy sat down very close to him, leaning towards him. Arthur had never seen another cock this close up. He was transfixed. It was big.

Guy turned Arthur towards him, and turned in escort bursa to him. Suddenly Arthur felt Guy’s cock touching his. It was electric. Arthur’s cock developed a throbbing twitching life of it’s own. He thought his balls were going to explode. Guy was rubbing his cock gently on Arthur’s, causing Arthur to fight to keep control. He was distracted by Aunt Celia speaking. “Wow, he likes other cocks. I bet he likes pussy just as much. Do you, Arthur?”

Arthur was too overwhelmed by it all. Too overwhelmed to lie. “Yes.” was all he could force out.

“Enough!” Celia said commandingly. “I think he will do well working here. Just a bit more training tomorrow. Time for bed!”

It was strange. Within moments they were all dressed properly. Arthur had cleaned his teeth. Was lying in bed. His hand was playing with his cock. In seconds he was shooting his cum all over his stomach and chest……..

Next morning………

Arthur slept well, but woke with his cock as hard as he could ever remember. He could also smell bacon and eggs cooking. He remembered that Aunt Celia had told him breakfast would be ready at about 8 o’clock. Arthur looked at his watch — twenty to eight — he rushed to the shower, washed quickly, and got dressed. He was very nervous going down to breakfast after the previous evening, but realised he had no choice.

As Arthur entered the kitchen, Aunt Celia welcomed him warmly, asked him how he had slept, and pointed to a chair, and to the cereal. Breakfast was pleasant, with Aunt Celia saying that there were some guests coming that evening, and that Arthur could begin work helping with luggage and helping with serving dinner. That she would take some time that morning explaining what he had to do. She also mentioned that Guy was out getting supplies from the cash and carry and would be back in a bit.

As Arthur finished his breakfast, there was a pause in the conversation, before Aunt Celia changed the subject. “Arthur — I wanted to say sorry for yesterday evening, I think we got a bit carried away. Guy told me off after.”

Arthur mumbled that it was okay, but Aunt Celia continued. “No, Guy said I was unfair, that I should have made you cum, or let him do it somehow, rather than leaving you high and dry. Thing was, I was so excited I wanted Guy to fuck me.”

There was a pause. Arthur felt horribly embarrassed with his Aunt talking so brazenly, and it was having an effect on him. Aunt Celia continued, knowing exactly what she was doing and the effect she was having, talking as if it was the most ordinary conversation an aunt and nephew could have. “I hope you managed to wank off okay, you know, play with your cock and shoot your cum. Did you manage it? How many times did you wank off last night?”

Arthur was struck dumb. He stumbled over his words, not sure what to say. He felt he had to answer. “Um……, twice, Aunt Celia.”

Aunt Celia was pressing on. “Oh, and you are hard now as well. You are just what we need. A fit boy.” Arthur was desperately hoping this conversation was going to end, but Aunt Celia was unstoppable. “What did you think about when you were playing with your cock? My fingers playing on your cock? Did you wonder what it was going to be like when you get the chance to fuck me? To get your cock in my pussy?”

“Yes, but, um………” Arthur stammered over an answer.

Aunt Celia smiled. “But? Tell me it is, Arthur.”

“Please……….” Arthur was all tongue-tied.

“Yes, Arthur, tell me anything, I won’t be offended.”

Suddenly Arthur gained his tongue and launched in. “Please Aunt Celia, I want to have woman, and dreamt of having you, but I read on the internet about what men do to other men, and after seeing Uncle Guy’s…….. um, I dreamt of him doing it to me, and thought of it over and over…………”

Aunt Celia smiled. Partly because she realised Arthur would be of great help this summer, and partly because she was enjoying the conversation, enjoying dragging the confessions out of him, and was feeling turned on by this young boy she was talking to. She couldn’t stop. “So, Arthur, you’re saying to me that you really like women, but you enjoy men just as much. You want Uncle Guy to put his cock in your man pussy?” Arthur looked puzzled, as Aunt Celia continued. “That’s what we like to call your asshole, honey. Did you play with your man pussy as well as your cock when you were wanking last night?”

Arthur was even more mortified. “Yes……………”

“Did you push your finger through your tight ring?”

It was too much for Arthur, he couldn’t speak.

Aunt Celia smiled. “Arthur, you are gorgeous. We’ll arrange for Guy to do it for real later this morning. He likes to put his cock into nice virgin man-pussy as well.” Aunt Celia laughed, then they heard a car horn blare. “That’ll be Guy — lets go and help him unload the car.”

Arthur was hugely relieved to escape this conversation. He had arrived at Aunt Celia’s the night bursa escort bayan before, innocent, and now it seemed already arranged that Uncle Guy was going to put his cock in his ass, that before lunch he was going to be fucked. He wanted it, and was terrified of it…………………

It took them an hour or so to sort out the shopping and do a few chores around the hotel. Aunt Celia also spent some time explaining to Arthur what he would have to do, and how the job would work out. She also gave him a tour of the hotel, but when they reached a door with a sign which said “exotica” on the door Aunt Celia said they would show him that later as they wouldn’t be using it over the weekend. They didn’t have anyone using it until Monday.

After the tour and instructions, they returned to the sitting room, where Guy was sitting reading a newspaper. Arthur noticed there was a difference from earlier — there was a padded stool in the middle of the room, quite a high one. It was Aunt Celia who spoke, as if what she said was the most normal thing in the world to say. “Okay Arthur, take all your clothes off.”

Arthur hesitated, processing the order. He was suddenly afraid — he knew this was the moment…… Aunt Celia was in charge and spoke in a voice not to be refused. “Now Arthur. Strip. Everything. We want you completely naked and over that stool. I will not speak again. Do it! Now!”

The final words had been snapped, and Arthur obeyed. He quickly removed his t-shirt. His shoes, his socks. He slowly removed his jeans, then slowly removed his boxers, standing completely naked, his cock standing to attention. He took no notice of what the other two were doing, as he carefully manoeuvred himself over the stool, his ass high in the air, his cock between his legs, being forced gently backwards, the top of his cock resting against the side of the stool.

Aunt Celia spoke again, this time in a voice that she might use to a young child. “That’s a good boy, Arthur. I think Uncle Guy can’t wait to play with his new toy. He’s already ready and hard………”

Arthur was both terrified and excited, expecting “it” to hurt as Guy moved towards him, expecting Guy’s hard cock to pierce his tight man pussy. It didn’t. He felt a very gentle fluttering around his asshole, which felt amazing. Arthur was confused, till he realised it was Uncle Guy’s tongue, licking him softly.

Arthur felt the tongue moving downwards, licking the underside of his balls, then gently caressing along his cock to the sensitive underside. Guy had taken a couple of minutes, and Arthur was moaning with pleasure, feeling he might shoot his load any moment.

Guy was an expert — he had taken Arthur to the edge of coming before removing his tongue quickly and returning to Arthur’s asshole, this time thrusting as far in as he could into Arthur’s ring. Guy did this for a couple of moments, then suddenly Arthur felt nothing. Guy had moved away. He wanted him back. He even cried out “Please, do it more…………..”

It was only a few seconds but suddenly Arthur felt something else pushing into his asshole, something hard. He felt pressure as Guy pushed his cock through the ring, Arthur realising Guy had lubricated him with his tongue. It hurt. It was so tight. He was so full, yet slowly the cock was being pushed further into him. Guy had two inches, three inches, five inches, when he stopped pushing for a few moment. It hurt. It was tight.

Guy was waiting, then whispered into Arthur’s ear: “Relax honey, relax, then I’ll take you fully. I know you want that……”

Arthur did relax, and it did feel better. Suddenly he felt Guy ease out a couple of inches, but then thrust his cock fully into Arthur. It hurt, but Arthur wasn’t going to cry out. He was going to take it. He heard Guy speaking to him: “wow, you ass feels so amazing, so tight, so sweet. There is nothing better than virgin ass, and yours is the best.”

Imperceptibly at first Arthur felt Guy move his cock out and back in, then again. Then again. Arthur felt his asshole accepting Guy more easily. Suddenly Guy had pulled out a couple of inches then thrust back in. Soon Guy was fucking him, sliding his cock in and out, quicker and quicker, making Arthur’s cock throb. Guy was fucking him almost out of control, and Arthur loved it, loved being taken, owned by this hot man.

Suddenly Arthur heard Guy cry out, then thrust hard and deep, pulsing in Arthur’s ass. Arthur knew — Guy was pumping his cum deep into Arthur’s guts, deep into Arthur’s ass. Guy almost felt like he was never going to stop, but at last slowed down, then removed his cock from Arthur, still lying over the stool.

Arthur felt his hand taken, and felt himself pulled to his feet. He heard Aunt Celia’s voice. “Baby, that was wonderful. Stand up.”

Arthur struggled to his feet, and immediately felt a woman’s hand grasp his cock, stroking up and down. It was so amazing. Aunt Celia was wanking him off, and it would be only seconds…….

NNNNAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG — Arthur couldn’t help crying out as he shot his cum high in the air, then later strands pouring down over Aunt Celia’s hand. For Arthur he had never experienced anything like it, it was so hot, even if his ass felt sore.

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He’d got back from the trip at about midnight and almost managed to not wake her when he got to bed. She had half woken, asked him how the trip had been and then fallen asleep before he’d answered.

He woke up first, at about 8am. He was naked, as usual, she wore loose fitting shorts and a vest. He shuffled over to her and spooned a moment, enjoying the feeling as she pushed her arse back against him. He felt himself start to get hard, but she left the bed and went to the bathroom.

She came back a couple of minutes later and got back into bed, again with her back to him. He was dozing and they got close to each other, her arse against his groin again, and both dozed.

‘Did you bring a broom handle to bed or are you just pleased to see me?’ she said. He was vaguely aware of her voice, his half-asleep mind had wandered off to memories of her sucking his cock, but he was very aware of his hard on pressed against her arse. He was also aware of her pushing back against him.

‘Is that my present?’ she asked.

He groaned quietly, and his hand reached around over her and gently went to her breast, holding at first through her vest but then his hand slipped inside and his fingers gently found her nipple, and it responded to his gentle caress by hardening. She felt the lovely warm glow of anticipation in her tummy and pressed back harder.

He moved to put his other arm under her head and got closer to her, now pressed against her at chest, groin and thigh level. He kissed her shoulder and neck and felt her stretch back against him then gaziosmanpaşa escort her hand went behind her to hold his hardness. As she did so she raised her knee and he knew what she wanted and moved his hands to her tummy then started to slowly, ever so slowly, move it down.

She stretched to meet his hand, eager to be touched. He drew circles on her tummy, slowly moving lower, as he kissed her neck and shoulder and gently nipped her with his teeth. His hand dipped to her opening, fingers tracing a line from her clit and down, then back again.

She felt his fingers creating sensations between her legs and wanted him to continue but also wanted more, wanted to feel the hot, pulsing thickness of him inside her. She rolled onto her back, he moving away to give her room, then he leaned in and kissed her as he moved on top of her and between her legs. His cock rested against her pussy as they kissed, he looked down to see his purple cock end and the thin strip of her remaining blond hair. He kissed her again and could taste the toothpaste and laughed to himself, one of her quirks that he found so endearing. She moved her hips to get him inside of her and he pushed forward gently, his cock sliding into her warm wetness, and they both stayed still, enjoying the sensation, their eyes locked. He moved an inch and she gasped, then he withdrew two or three inches then slid back in and she groaned. He kept up the slow pace, her hips rising to meet him, both enjoying the ease of it. He resisted the urge to speed up but sultangazi escort felt and sensed her getting more needy, needing him just as he needed her.

‘I love fucking you’ he whispered as he started to move a little faster back and forth in her.

‘Do you?’ she gasped ‘Show me how much’.

He pulled his cock out of her almost completely and paused, and just as she was about to demand him to move he smoothly pushed back into her and she moaned with pleasure.

‘This what you want is it?’ he said, his hips maintaining their slow rhythm as his iron hard cock slipped into and out of her.

‘Oh fuck yes, yes, YES!’ she moaned quietly, feeling the delicious tension building in her clit, pussy and tummy.

He sat up on his knees, his body forming a right angle with hers, and looked down at her. She looked up and saw him lick the pad of his thumb and she almost came thinking about what she knew he was about to do. His wet thumb moved down and gently pressed against her clit.

He used his hips to move in and out, still slowly, as his thumb manipulated her hard little clit. Her moans were louder and more urgent and her hips bucked against him desperate for more but he continued the rhythm and then, unbelievably, he pulled out completely and she almost punched him… but then she felt his fingers gently leading a path down her body and her excitement built again.

His fingers found her pussy and played with the wetness around her lips, stroking her clit, one finger sliding into her esenler escort then two, then both pulling out, teasing her. He fingered her hard and fast and deep and she felt her orgasm build again. He pushed two fingers into her and gradually increased the pace, feeling her excitement grow. Her moans, the bucking of her hips, the increase in her wetness and the tightening of her around his fingers all told him she was reaching her peak and he pushed his thumb against her clit and that was enough for her and she came, powerfully and with loud moans of pleasure, on his fingers and his hand.

As her orgasm subsided he leaned forward to kiss her again. Her arms came up to hold him, to pull him into her, and he grabbed them, one of his long- fingered hands holding both of her wrists and he gently, but firmly, pinned her arms above her head as he kissed her.

She moaned at him, begging him to slide into her and his cock, so hard pressed between her thighs, slowly slid into her.

He moved his mouth to her ear, gently kissing his way there and whispered to her ‘Do you want to cum?’

A strangled ‘oh fuck please’ was her reply.

‘Are you sure?’

‘PLEASE’ she said, pushing her pussy against him.

He started to move in and out, a gentle rhythm as their lips met and they kissed deeply. He raised himself up on his arms pushed deeply into her and she felt the cum build, like a train in her lower stomach, his cock driving her wild with its relentless fucking of her, then he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and she felt so full of him.

As she neared her climax she noticed his breathing change and his speed increase and he moaned loudly and just as her clit and pussy began their delicious, heart-stopping waves of ecstasy she felt him lock and then she felt a spurting torrent in her as his cock pumped into her orgasming pussy and they both cried out in ecstasy.

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I stepped out of the shower and wiped my tired body, I looked in the mirror and I looked damn good. My chest was very defined and the muscles were cut very distinctly, I was ripped. My dick was exhausted and it hung peacefully, but when I though of last night and this morning it started to get hard.

I was brushing my teeth and the door opened and mom came in, her arms wrapped around me and her mouth kissed the back of my neck and her tits were pressed into my back. Her hand found my cock and it sprang to life. She took a long stroke and kissed me again, then she turned me around and my cock was between her legs and she was squeezing it with her thighs. She kissed me and got a mouth full of toothpaste, she took the brush out of my hand and put them on her breast.

“Are you tired honey?”

“Not really mom, Why?”

“I want to feel you in me again, rinse your mouth and then come fuck me again.”

I rinsed my mouth and all the while she was holding on to my shaft, she led me to her bedroom by my cock. She pushed me on the bed and stroked my meat and I was rock hard, then she straddled me and I gripped her hips and pulled her down hard and really started fucking the living shit out of her. She was going up and down on my cock like she was on a pogo stick. I was really pounding her pussy; then I made her get on all fours and fucker her from behind, while I was holding her tits and she was squealing like a little pig, she was cuming. I could feel the friction my cock was creating with each stoke into her. She was looking over her shoulder and thrusting back into my cock hard. I could tell by her moans and noises that she was in a series of orgasms. She was almost growling like an animal when I shot my first stream of cum into her ravenous man eating pussy. I could feel her hole pulsing as I was streaming shot after shot deep into her vagina, she let out a loud scream that shattered the silence as we were both climaxing at the same time. I kept stroking in and out of her velvet tunnel and it felt so tight and glorious.

“Don’t stop honey, just keep going please, Ummmmmmm yeah, that’s it honey. Why don’t you get on your back, sweetie.”

I rolled on my back and she impaled her glorious lava flowing volcano on my cock and was riding to the top of the mushroom and back down to my balls, my hands were massaging her tits as she rode for dear life. It felt like she fucked me for an hour as hard as she could. I could feel my nuts start to tighten and they exploded through my cock into her insatiable pussy. I was frozen and she kept riding and I was actually in pain, but did not want her to stop. She finally started to slow down and she laid on my body and with my cock in her and she was feeding me her nipples.

“I love it when you fill my body with that monster, it feels like a baseball bat its so big. Oh, I love it when you fuck me, every time is like the first time”

My cock was soft and she was sucking the head trying to get it hard again so I could fuck her again. I was dead and so was my cock, so she got up and put on her robe and left the room. I was actually glad she left me alone.

I was down stairs and the phone ran and it was Marie, wanting to know why I did not run this morning. I told her I just took the day off, a day of rest. She asked if I would like to drive to the university she attended to give her friend Maggie a ride back to Marie’s. She was taking the convertible and wanted me to drive. So I was going to meet one of her school friends.

She was taking her mothers car, which was a Chrysler convertible, it was silver with a black top. Marie was wearing yellow shorts and a yellow blouse and white tennis shoes. He hair was hanging lose just past her shoulders. She drove into the drive and got out of the car and kissed me long and hard, which included her warm tongue. The top was down and it was a good day for it.

The day was nice and Marie was her usual sweet, loving, beautiful, doll that she always was.

“Did you talk to your dad last night, Jack?”

“Yeah I talked to him, he wanted to know how I was doing with my weight and how much running I was doing. He was wondering if the coaches had talked to me. You know, he was curious about what was going on.”

“Was he satisfied with the progress that you’re making?”

“He sure was, especially when I told him you had the cutest ass and boobs in town!”

“Jack you big tease, you did not tell him that!” she hit me on the shoulder in a teasing manner.

“So what going on with your aunt, is she still asking questions?”

“Yes she’s still bugging me about watching us make love, I know she wants to screw you. All she talks about is what a hunk you are. My mother even thinks you’re a hunk.”

“Does your mom want to screw me too?”

“Jack, that’s not even funny, how could you say that about my mom.”

“I’m sorry, I was just joking around Marie.”

I was thinking that she would fuck my brains out if she got the chance; she was a great piece of ass.

“I nişantaşı eskort wish we could have gone to the apartment last night, I was so horny for you. All I could think about last night was making love with you.” She was leaning across the seat and rubbing my thigh and teasing me with taunts.

“Where is that big boy, I can’t find him? Maybe he shrunk down to a tooth pick.” She was laughing and poking at me.”

“Keep it up and I going to pull over and showed you just how wrong you are little girl.”

“Promises, promises, that’s all I get are promises.”

I reached and grabbed her arm and she was hollering to be careful, while I was driving and she sat next to me and snuggled.

“I’m sorry I teased you honey,” and she kissed my neck and I had electricity shoot through my body. She smelled so sweet and I wanted to stop and eat her up like a cupcake.

You’re going to love Maggie, she is so sweet, and she is one of the nicest people I know.

We were just approaching the campus and Marie gave me directions to the dorm and she jumped out of the car and disappeared into the building. I waited for fifteen minutes and I say Marie with a small girl. She was about 5’2” and had black hair that reached her shoulders. She had big black eyes and her face was very delicate with pouty lips and a small nose. Her breasts were unbelievably large for her body and her waist was small, she had a perfect ass, what I could see of it. She was hot and I mean hot, shit what a dish.

After the introductions we headed back for home and I was undressing her in my mind. I heard Maggie say to Marie quietly, what happened to Jeff I thought you guys were getting engaged? Marie was squirming in her seat and telling Maggie, later they would talk.

“Yeah, Marie what did happen to Jeff, I would like to know since I’m the guy that knocked him out of the box?” She was really squirming now and not really sure of what to say.

“I though I was in love with Jeff, until you and I went out. Then I realized that I was in love with you and had been for years, but just never realized it till now.”

When we got back home it was hot and the girl were going for a swim and so I went home to get into my trunks. Mom was not home and I changed and headed back to Marie’s. Her and Maggie were sitting by the pool and Maggie was in a black bikini and bong was she hot, her tits were enormous for her small body, they were fighting to get out of that top she was wearing.

As I was approaching I could see her gazing at my body and when she got down to my crotch her eyes were glued to that spot. I sat in the open chair, which was next to Maggie and her eyes searching to see the outline of my cock that was getting aroused. Marie dove into the pool and swam to the other side.

“I didn’t realize just how big you are Jack.”

“Really you didn’t know that I was big, ah I mean muscular,” I smiled at her and she smiled back.” I guess we’re talking about two different kinds of big, or are we?”

“Oh by the way, are you big Jack, or just muscular?”

“Well, Maggie I’m very big and muscular, maybe some time I’ll show you. Speaking of big Maggie, you’re not small and I don’t mean your body. If you show me yours I’ll show you mine.”

“I just might take you up on that Jack, don’t be shocked if I do.”

“Oh Maggie I guarantee you’ll be shocked and delighted.”

As Marie came back Maggie said, “We’ll finish this discussion later stud!”

Marie asked if we were hungry and of course I’m always hungry and Maggie was too so Marie went to make us something to eat. When Marie had gone Maggie turned over on her back and her tits were almost out of her top.

“Those babies look lethal Maggie, a guy could get hurt trying to lift one.”

“Well, yes he could get hurt but he could also have a lot of fun, if you know what I mean. I understand that your hung like a horse, I’d love to see that.”

“Like, I said Maggie show me yours and I’ll show you mine. I might even let you touch if you behave yourself”

“That is so big hearted of you to let me touch, I just can’t wait, ha, ha, ha. I hate to tell you this but I think your bulge is growing, I hope that’s not my fault.

We had our early dinner and Marie and Maggie were headed for the house and I told her I them I would see her in the morning. I headed for the house and I could see that mom was home. I hollered mom I’m home and she was in laundry room the ironing clothes and said she would be right out.

“Have you had dinner yet?

“Yes, I ate at Marie’s.”

“Well, sweetie I have desert for you, all you can eat. Would you like that sweetie? I missed you this afternoon I would have liked to given you a snack. I can see by that bulge in your trunks that you want desert. Oh, by the way take another of your dads vitamin pills.”

I went upstairs and there was a Viagra on the sink and I took it, when I got back downstairs the phone rang and mom answered it, she talked and hung up.

“That escort bayan şişli was Betty Anderson she would like to talk to you about some yard work and other chores she needs done. She out by the fence and she wants to talk to you now.”

I walked out the back door and saw Mrs. Anderson by the fence waiting for me. She had a big smile on her face; she looked pretty good. It had been a long time since I screwed her and I bet she was horny as hell.

“Hi Jack, I sure missed you, we need to get together Jack! Please, I need you sweet boy.

“It’s kind of hard with Marie around all the time and I don’t want her to find out.” “I know Jack, but I miss being with you, I miss your ah, well I miss you.”

I looked her straight in the eyes and replied, “You miss my cock fucking you Mrs. Anderson, that’s what you miss.”

She flushed a bright color of red, “Yes, Jack I do miss that very much. I heard Marie and Maggie talking about getting together with some of their girlfriends tomorrow. If that happens you can come over, I need to have you desperately.”

“If they meet their friends I will come over and scratch your itch.”

As she headed to the house she had a big smile, Marie came out with Maggie. She asked what her mom wanted; I explained to her she needed yard work and chores done. She told me that they were meeting some school friends tomorrow and did not now when they would be home. Then on Friday she needed me to take Maggie back to school, she could not go because there was a mother daughter tea at the club.

Maggie looked at me and smiled and I knew I was going to get into her panties, she knew it too just by the look in her eyes.

I agreed to take Maggie back to school. I was told that she had to be back by noontime for a class. She again smiled a sweet smile, but I could see the lust in her eyes. I told them to have a good time because I would be working in the yard and what ever other chores her mother had for me.

My mom was in the kitchen and she had a roast in the oven, she had started dinner early, I snuck up behind her and reached around her and cupped her breast and squeezed them. She leaned back and rubbed her ass on my bulging cock, which was trying to get out of my shorts. She turned and grabbed my cock with both hands, and I was squeezing her ass cheeks. She kissed me and her tongue was sliding around in my mouth, try to suck my tongue out of my head. I found the button to her shorts and after fumbling with it got it undone, unzipped her and pulled them down. I cupped her pussy and her panties were damp I got down on my knees and kiss her panties and then pulled them down and kissed her labia which were swollen and wet. She shutter and groaned and her hands pushed my head into her mound. I stood and dropped my shorts and kicked them off, then my boxers.

My cock was rock hard and it was hungry for, her beautiful tunnel of love. I pushed her over the counter and her ass was looking at me and her pussy was open waiting to be ravished.

She reached and grasped my tool in her hand and brought it to her hole, I positioned it right between the lips and pushed a little, the head entered her cauldron of burning velvet. It caressed the head with it’s intensive heat. I pushed and watched it length travel into her and disappear. I had her pinned to the counter and I started moving in and out, she was thrusting back meeting my meat, I was being completely devoured by her pussy. I could feel my pole hitting the end of her cannel. She was moaning and sighing and her ass was flying as I pounded her pussy. She was cumming I could feel her discharging cum on my cock. I kept ramming my hammer harder into her probing her as deep as I could reach, She was cuming again.

“OH GOD, baby don’t stop Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yes harder oh, oh, OH, yesssssssssss.”

She was really moving her ass into me and I could feel my balls start to strain and I exploded, a massive stream of my cream and when it hit her womb, she exploded and exploded and was begging me to fuck her harder. I just stood behind her with my rod still embedded in her cream flowing tunnel. I looked at her ass and it was beautiful, I slowly pulled my cock out and watched her pussy and it was still gapping open and it was pulsing. Then I saw her little rose and I touched it and she jumped, my cock was dripping cum and was well lubricated, I rubbed some cum from her pussy to her asshole and placed the head on her bud and pushed. I took her by surprise, she was relaxed and the head of my cock popped into her ass.

“OH GOD JACK, don’t move, oh it hurts,” I stayed still afraid to move and was breathing hard. She move back and I slid in her almost half way, I never felt anything so tight and I exploded and she started cumming, the orgasm was amazing and it lasted forever. I slowly pulled out and she collapsed to her knees on the floor and I was sitting next to her.

I don’t know what made me enter her ass but it was unbelievable. She was breathing hard and her kağıthane eskort breast was heaving and she was trying to catch her wind. She was almost back to normal and the phone rang. She took the phone off the receiver and answered the phone; I say her face turn white and she gasped. My hands were on her nipples squeezing them between my fingers. Her fingers were playing with the mushroom and squeezing my rod tenderly.

“Hi honey, yes he’s here with me right now. Yes, we just had dinner.” She was nodding her head as she listened to him talk; all the while I was fingering her pussy and playing with her nipples. She was grinding on my fingers as she talked to him; I was pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy. It was a turn on to be finger fucking her just fucked cunt; while she was on the phone with dad. She was holding the phone in one hand and stroking my cock with the other. She hung up the phone and lay on the floor asking me to fuck her and I got between her legs and hammer my cock in her as deep as it would go and she was cuming. I hammered and hammered her pussy and she was sliding on the floor. Her head was against the cabinet and it stopped her from sliding and I fucked her unmercifully. She kept thrusting her pussy into my cock like a jackhammer, we both came and she was wild screaming and mumbling about loving to be fucked hard. I don’t remember when we stopped fucking, I just remember her sitting up her back against the door of a cabinet, and my cock still embedded in her soaking tunnel. She looked at me and kissed my nose then said your father will be home Friday!

We both went upstairs and lay on the bed, I was completely exhausted and we both fell asleep.

I woke up and it was pitch black, I could feel her presence and hear her breathing deeply. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark I was able to see her lying on her back. The silhouettes of her mountains were very visible; they were sticking straight up majestically, capped with her soft nipple. She was lying with her head tilted toward me her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open, her mountains were heaving with every breath she took. Her legs were opened with one of her feet touching my leg and her other foot hanging over the other side of the bed and her arms were by her sides.

I lay there watching her sleep; she was sleeping so peacefully I didn’t have the heart to wake her. I lay there and just watched her as she slept, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her magnificent mountains. Those beautiful nipples fascinated me, I loved to watch them riding on the crest of her breast. She moved and her legs opened wide and I could see her mound. I was hard as rock watching her sleep. I could take no more and I leaned over and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked gently and I moved to the other nipple and sucked. I moved from one nipple to the other and she started to move and her eyes opened wide, she smiled and sighed and just enjoyed the attention her nipples were getting.

I slip my hand by her side and on her hips as I sucked like a baby, my finger was tracing up and down her crack. Her hips were moving soft and slow and my finger entered her hot velvet tunnel. She was so hot and her lips wet soaking with her juices.

“Oh, baby that feels soooooooo good, I love your slow hands Ummmmmmm yes.”

I continued to suck her nipples and now had two fingers in her pussy plunging them in and out.

“Oh yes, fuck me slow baby, nice and slow, tender, yes very tender, because mama is kind of sore.

I moved between her thighs and was suckling her nipples, she reach down and had my meat in her hands trying to stuff it in her hole. I moved the mushroom between her lips and slid just the head in she was trembling and moaning.

“Oh baby, that feels so big and hot, I love what you do to me, Mmmmmmmnnnn baby love me tender!”

I lifted my self up on my arms and looked down at her, she was moving her head from side to side moaning. I looked down between us and could see my cock surrounded by her labia holding my cock in place, I pushed and watched my cock slide into her and pulling her labia in with my cock. I was into her fully and I could feel the end of her tunnel as my cock hit it. I stayed buried deep into her just flexing and probing her insides.

She hissed, oh baby, I’m cuming, oh baby, fuck meeeeeeeeeeee.

She was floating and her hips were trying to get me in further and she started cuming again and I exploded a tidal wave of cream into her, she wrapped her legs around my ass and started fucking me faster and I kept on shooting. She was slowly gyrating her hips up and down my meat and I kept a steady pace, stroking in and out of her cauldron of liquid fire after fifteen or twenty minutes we both, sky rocketed to the stars, it felt like fire was cuming out of the pee hole.

I rolled off and lay on my back and I was still hard as hell, she kissed the mushroom and sucked it nice and slow. The she squatted by me and lifted her leg across my body and put her pussy lips on my telephone pole and planted it as deep as it would go; she sat there with my pole impaling her and she was cuming again.

“OH GOD, I can’t believe how big and wonderful that monster cock of yours is. Oh my, it feels so big in me and as it slides in it touches me everywhere.

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As per usual, this story is not intended for minors. Inspired by Kami Tora’s robinraku01. Comments/criticisms welcome. Enjoy.

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While on vacation, Robin decides to tease a couple of poor, hard-working laborers. But when they’ve had enough teasing, Robin gets

More Than She Bargained For

Robin’s eyes couldn’t get any wider, and a syrupy mixture of saliva and precum was dripping lazily onto her bare breasts. Two of the most mammoth cocks she had ever seen were now competing for the very limited space inside her lovely little mouth. At this moment, her mind almost frozen in a strange mixture of lust and fear, she couldn’t help but reflect on how her perfect vacation had taken such an alarming turn . . .

***

“Are you sure it’s okay with you, Robin?” Merylin asked for the fourth or fifth time in this phone call.

“For God sakes, yes, Mary!”

“I just don’t want to ruin your vacation or anything.”

“Look, I didn’t have any plans for those two weeks. You and Nick have a lovely time in Europe, and I will be happy to take care of the house while you’re gone. It really is no trouble at all,” Robin said reassuringly.

“Okay, thanks again so much for doing this. I’ll leave a note on the fridge with all the instructions, and you have a key already, right?”

“Yes, Mary. All set.”

“Okay, well then I guess we’ll see you in a couple of weeks!” Mary said, finally sounding like she might be able to relax and enjoy the idea. God, if anyone needs a vacation, it’s poor Mary. Nick had better give it to her good over there.

“Have a great trip, Mary, and tell Nick I said he better give it to you good, or he’ll have to answer to me!” Robin replied with a smile on her face.

“Oh, Lord! Behave while we’re gone, Rob,” Mary rejoined with her own smile, and hung up.

Ahhhhhh . . . a beautiful house on the beach all to myself for two whole weeks! This is gonna be a WONDERFUL vacation, Robin thought dreamily to herself.

***

After 3 days, it was everything she’d hoped it would be. Nick and Mary had stocked the pantry and the fridge admirably before they left; the only ‘chores’ they’d left for her were to pick up the mail and water a few plants; she got a nice morning run on the beach and had the rest of the day to lounge around, read, or go shopping in this lovely little beach town. The only thing she was starting to miss was some cock.

It just so happened that on the fourth day of her lovely vacation, Marco and Eddie showed up to redo the tile in the kitchen. They weren’t actually scheduled to stop by for two more weeks, but due to a small scheduling snafu at the main office had been sent out early.

Robin was upstairs enjoying a nice, relaxing shower after her run when she heard the doorbell downstairs. Oh, shit. Who could that be? Figures they’d show up when I’m in the shower. Robin grabbed the towel, quickly wrapped herself, and hussled down the stairs. As she reached the smooth tile at the foot of the stairs, her still-wet foot got no purchase and shot out in front of her. Robin let out an “Oop!” as she flailed for a moment before landing unceremoniously on her ass. She lay sprawled on the ground, propped on her elbows; slightly dazed and towel askew.

Unbeknownst to Robin, it was at this moment that Marco peered around through a window, catching a glimpse of the moist beauty in most of her glory. “Holy shit,” he mumbled softly, his mind not believing what his eyes were telling him. Eddie looked over curiously, and then Marco abruptly straightened and gave him a shooshing motion. Eddie squinted at his partner suspiciously but said nothing.

Meanwhile, Robin had recovered, having suffered nothing more than a little bruising of the tushy. Thank God no one was here to see that, she thought to herself. She stood and made sure the towel made her decent again and moved to open the door. Not unexpectedly, the men who greeted her from the doorstep were transfixed by her state of undress and simply stood ogling her for a full 5 seconds.

“Um, can I help you gentlemen with something?” Robin prompted.

“*ahem* Uh, yes. Sorry, Miss. I’m Marco and this here is Eddie. We’re here about the kitchen?” Marco provided helpfully. Eddie’s jaw was still somewhere on the ground between his feet.

“Kitchen?”asked Robin, her total confusion painted on her face. Robin glanced over at Eddie to find him practically drooling, his lascivious mind apparently unimpaired by the towel covering her most sensitive parts. She subconsciously straightened the towel and turned back to Marco.

“We, uh . . . let me see,” Marco hesitated, flipping through his work orders and stealing glances at the impressive amount of glistening cleavage on display above the towel. “Yeah, we’re supposed to re-tile the kitchen, it says . . . counter backsplash? You’re, uh . . . Merlin?” Marco asked uncertainly. He was finding it rather difficult to concentrate at the moment.

“Mer-Y-lin. escort şişli I mean, no. I’m just taking care of the place. Are you sure this is the right day?” Robin happened to glance at Eddie’s fidgeting hands to see him surreptitiously adjusting the most alarming bulge she had seen in a long time. She barely contained a gasp and quickly turned her attention back to Marco, who had forgotten about his papers for the moment as he checked out Robin’s firm, toned legs and their sweet juncture only barely covered by the towel.

Robin cleared her throat and started to step further behind the door, then caught herself. These boys are obviously wound up pretty tight. What’s the harm in playing this up a little? Instead she bent forward at the waist, pretending to scratch her calf. Her enormous rack shifted forward in a desperate attempt to leave the towel, and only the valiant efforts of her left arm kept her modesty in check (such as it was). She took the opportunity to steal a glance at Marco’s crotch, and was delighted to find something the size and shape of a large Maglite straining the material of his work pants.

She straightened tantalizingly slowly, pleased to see the helpless males transfixed. “I said, ‘Is this the right day?'” Robin repeated with a knowing smirk on her face.

Marco shook himself and glanced down at the work order again. His brain refused to translate the gibberish on the page, so he said, “Oh yes, Miss. We’re very careful about this sort of thing. I’m sorry to bother you, but we should be able to finish this is up in an hour or so at the most.” Marco didn’t miss Robin’s brief smile.

“Well, alright then. Come on in. I’ll show you where the kitchen is,” she said, opening the door wide. Marco elbowed Eddie roughly, who awoke from his stupor and went to fetch the materials from the truck.

***

Once they were situated in the kitchen, Robin turned toward the entry and said, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish up. Just holler if you need anything.” She took the opportunity to hitch up the towel in front, causing it ride up on her ass so that the towel barely came down over her thick cheeks. She could feel the worker’s eyes following each exaggerated roll and bounce of her ass as she made her way to the stairs. What they couldn’t see was the moisture from her swollen pussy dripping down her inner thigh and the look of flushed arousal on her face. She very nearly slipped on the tile again but this time caught herself on the banister, grateful she was out of sight of the men.

***

When he heard the bathroom door click shut and the water turn on, Marco turned toward Eddie and exclaimed, “What. the. FUCK. Did we get in a car accident and now we’re having some crazy coma dream, or did a hot-ass bitch just answer the door in a towel and tease the ever-loving shit out of us?”

Eddie, never too quick on the uptake, looked quizzically at Marco. “Car accident?”

“Oh, never mind. Let’s just hurry up and get this job over with,” Marco said exasperatedly. “thick ass [mumble, mumble] . . . tits for days . . .,” he mumbled to himself, thoughts still stuck on Robin as he and Eddie started to prep the tile.

***

Maybe just a quick one, Robin allowed herself as the hot water once again cascaded down her naked body. Her left hand groped first her left, then her right breast, squeezing and tugging on her sensitive nipples. The fingers of her right hand slipped through the folds of her incredibly wet pussy, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She thought of her body lewdly on display for those horny men, their eyes ravishing her unashamedly, their incredibly fat cocks trying desperately to get free and hose her down with their pent up seed. “Ohhhhhhh . . . ” she moaned, her fingers making firm contact with her hyper-sensitive clit. She rubbed the little nubbin firmly and steadily as the orgasm built quickly and exploded, images of two huge cocks pumping out their delicious cream all over her dancing through her head.

She sagged against the shower wall as the waves of her orgasm diminished. Whew. I had better get down there before they wonder what I’m up to up here. She turned off the water and reached for a fresh towel, looking out the window. It was another beautiful, sunny day at the coast, and there were a couple of lounge chairs on the grass that looked perfect for a little laying out. Give the boys another tiny little show; a reward for all their hard work, Robin thought, giggling to herself.

***

As she finished blow-drying her hair, Robin noticed some pink ribbons on the counter. The image of her in pigtails and a bikini got her own pussy wet again, so she could only imagine what it would do those poor guys’ cocks. Any male who would have seen the look of mischievous joy on Robin’s face at that moment would have been putty in her hands.

***

Oh, come on. Did I seriously forget to bring a freakin’ bikini to the freakin’ beach? Robin thought escort mecidiyeköy as she checked her bag for the tenth time. Maybe Mary has something that will fit me. Shortly Robin found one of Mary’s bikinis and held it up to herself. It looked about the right size; the top was gonna be a bit tight, of course, but she could live with that for a couple of hours in the backyard.

***

Marco and Eddie were actually making pretty good time in the kitchen. They both paused in their efforts when they heard the soft patter of bare feet approaching the kitchen. If they were awed by Robin before, they were positively dumbstruck now. Her soft, shoulder-length brown hair was up in pigtails with pink bows. Her long, tone legs led up to a deliciously full ass accentuated wonderfully by the teal bikini bottoms. But it was her chest that drew the attention of Marco and Eddie. Robin’s breasts, impressive even under modest circumstances, were positively eye-popping in the slightly too-small bikini top.

She could practically hear their cocks jumping to attention as she entered the kitchen, and struggled to suppress a squeal of satisfaction. Instead she smiled cheerfully and said, “Look at you guys, working so hard! Would you like something to drink? I think there might actually be some cold beer in the fridge,” Robin offered helpfully, pulling open the fridge door.

“Uh, shes . . . I mean, uh, yure, uh . . . that sounds good. Thanks,” Marco stammered, all of the blood normally used for cognition now rapidly inflating his heavy cock. Robin bent at the waist to lean fully into the fridge, relishing the groans behind her. God, I hope they can’t see how wet my pussy is! With that thought she quickly grabbed a couple of beers from the shelf and straightened.

“I’m going to be in the backyard if you guys need anything. Hey! The tile looks great!” she beamed, handing the cold beers to the dumbfounded, aroused men. Then she turned and positively bounced out the back of the house.

Robin made sure to set the chair so it was in full view of the kitchen window. She smiled to herself, picturing the looks on their faces and the unmistakable tents in their pants when she walked into the kitchen. She could only imagine what was happening to them now . . .

Inside, Marco turned from the window to Eddie, “This is good enough. Let’s clean this up. I’ve got a plan for this teasing bitch,” he said confidently, subconsciously rubbing his massive member through his pants. He glanced over at Eddie, who was likewise admiring the view out the kitchen window. “Eddie, you’re drooling, dude. Come on.” Eddie absent-mindedly wiped at his mouth and began to help Marco clean up the job.

***

Their work complete and the truck all packed, Marco and Eddie quietly made their way around the side of the house. Both men’s thoughts were preoccupied with the scorching temptress currently sunbathing in the backyard, their cocks still mostly hard.

They leaned their heads around the house, spotting Robin still in the lounge chair. She had turned onto her stomach and undone the straps of her bikini. Even from this distance they could spot the sides of her ample tits as they were squashed under her onto the chair. “Now, just follow my lead,” Marco whispered to Eddie. Eddie simply nodded and licked his lips hungrily, his eyes locked on Robin.

Robin, enjoying a light doze in the warm sun, didn’t hear them approach. Marco cleared his throat and Robin started slightly, blinking her eyes in the sunlight as she looked up at the two men. “You guys get all finished?”

“Almost, Miss. There was just one more thing that we need your help with,” Marco responded. Robin didn’t miss the slight tone of menace in his voice, and it was then that she noticed the dangerous bulges the men were still sporting, now uncomfortably close to her face. She realized she was all alone and wearing next-to-nothing with two strong, well-hung, and wickedly prick-teased men standing over her. This was not a situation for which she was prepared. She sat up slowly, looking up warily at the two men. In her state of distraction she neglected to grab her top, and her large tits stood proudly on display.

Without a word, both Marco and Eddie undid their pants and slowly lowered their underwear down their thighs, letting their unbelievably thick, half-hard, cut-cocks flop out into Robin’s startled face. Both men had an equally amazing set of large, hairless testicles hanging below their rapidly swelling cocks. Marco and Eddie gave their cocks a few slow strokes, each enjoying Robin’s look of worried awe.

“My associate and I really appreciated your incentives, but now we’re ready for you to finish what you started,” Marco said, admiring the rise and fall of Robin’s heavy tits as he brought his cock close to her face. His fat knob bumped her cheek at the corner of her mouth, leaving a large, wet spot of precum. This startled Robin from her daze and she looked osmanbey escort up, first at Marco and then at Eddie. She realized she would have to do something fast, if she didn’t want this situation to go from alarming to downright dangerous in a hurry.

She wiped Marco’s precum from her face and, making eye contact with him, brought it to her mouth and licked it luridly. “Boy, it looks like I got you guys all hot and bothered, didn’t I? I guess I’ll have to see what I can do to help you with these swollen balls,” she said softly, reaching up to cradle each man’s heavy, distended sac. Oh, my God! Not only are their cocks unbelievably thick, but these balls are ENORMOUS! What have you got yourself into this time, Robin?

Marco was temporarily thrown off by her quick acquiescence. Eddie, oblivious, was enjoying her gentle ball-massage and swung his cock into her face. The heavy tool impacted her face just below the eye with a heavy *splat*, leaving it’s own film of precum behind. Robin, no novice in the cock-pleasing department, was now unsure of exactly where to begin. She looked a little uncertainly between the veiny rods of flesh before her.

Marco smiled to himself and then nodded to Eddie. “Open wide, bitch,” he said, as he and Eddie swung their hips to bring their cockheads to Robin’s mouth. She had gasped at Marco’s words and the cocks impacted her stretched lips and immediately began to BOTH try and force their way inside. Her mouth instinctively began to water, her saliva and the copious precum flowing from both cocks forming a soupy mixture on her face which slowly began to drip down onto her bare breasts.

Realizing both men were lost in a haze of lust, Robin knew she had to take control or these monsters would tear her apart. She stuck out her long tongue and laved over and around each cockhead in turn. She brought her hands up once again, this time gripping each cock firmly at the base and giving a test squeeze. Her hands didn’t even come close to closing around their immense girth, but her grip caused the cocks to swell even further and elicited a loud groan from Eddie and a sharp hiss of indrawn breath from Marco.

“Fuck! but you boys are hung! Do you want me to try and squeeze these fat fuckers into my tiny little mouth?” Robin asked teasingly. Without giving them a chance to respond, she began to slowly but firmly jack her right hand up and down Eddie’s turgid length, while with her left she brought Marco’s monster to her mouth. Once again she stuck her tongue out and began to firmly swath all over his fat head, relishing the taste of his precum as she lubed up for the task ahead. Eddie’s precum was starting to provide a nice lubricant as well, and she slightly increased both the speed and the pressure of her masturbation of his fat rod.

Looking up into Marco’s face, Robin couldn’t help but enjoy the look of intense arousal and pained-pleasure she found there. Locking eyes with his, she stretched her jaw wide and enveloped his gargantuan knob with her little mouth. It stretched her jaw obscenely, but the saliva-precum cocktail helped it to squeeze in. She kept up her tongue work inside her mouth and worked the first few inches of his cock in and out rapidly. Then she brought her left hand up his thick shaft, gathering her saliva on the way. With a firm suck she popped Marco’s cock from her mouth and began to jerk him as well.

Then she turned her attention to Eddie’s throbbing member. He was now rock hard from her manual ministrations and looked like he might blow soon. She looked up into Eddie’s eyes and said seductively, “How does that feel, baby? Can I taste your cock, too?” Eddie could only groan in response as Robin forced her mouth onto his equally fat knob. Marco’s cock was receiving long, full strokes now, and Robin could feel his heavy balls bouncing off of her wrist with each downstroke.

Her enchanting green eyes never leaving Eddie’s soft brown ones, she laved her tongue firmly back and forth over his sweet spot and began a twisting-bobbing motion with her head. Her right hand was still stroking firmly up and down his shaft, in time with her sucking movements on the top third of his cock. Eddie threw his head back in ecstasy and felt a tremendous load boiling over in his balls. He didn’t even try to hold back the floodgates as the mind-numbing pleasure he was receiving from this busty vixen sent him hurtling over the edge.

Robin felt his massive balls draw tight against his body and felt his already insanely-thick cock swell alarmingly in her mouth. She maintained her firm stroking of his shaft and pulled his cock from her mouth until just the head remained inside, licking all over the distended head vigorously. The first spurt rocketed out of his cock and into the back of her throat with such volume and force that she nearly gagged, but she managed to swallow that first shot as tears filled her eyes. The rest of his hot, thick load began to pump out in heavy pulses from his cock. She swallowed hungrily, savoring his surprisingly delicious flavor as he kept cumming and cumming. For almost a minute, his cock continued to spasm as his balls pumped what seemed like a gallon of his thick semen into Robin’s mouth. Finally, utterly spent, Eddie’s cock popped from her mouth and he collapsed on the chair beside her.

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I taught school for 26 years, various ages at different times, ending up at the high school level. Then my husband of 35 years suffered a heart attack in August, right before the start of the school year. I hurriedly put in for a year’s leave of absence. One part of me thought the distraction would be good for me, but I didn’t have the energy to go. The next summer, the school board offered me money to take early retirement and I took it gladly.

One Saturday afternoon in early fall; I was walking out of the grocery store when I spied a thin, dirty young man sitting on a bench. He looked like he was waiting for a cab or something, on closer look, I recognized Derek, a former student from some years back.

“Derek, is that you? I haven’t seen you in a long time!”

“Mrs. M, how good to see you.”

“I’m surprised you remember me, Derek. How many years has it been, 4 or 5?”

“Well, I just turned 21.” We stood there smiling at each other. I started to turn and walk away but paused. “Are you waiting for a ride?”

“No, I just talked to the store manager. I’m trying to get a job but I got involved with the wrong crowd awhile back and had to do some time for petty theft. No one wants to hire a kid just out of jail.”

By this time, we were walking toward my car. I opened the trunk and he helped me load the groceries into it. I shut the trunk, and was walking around to the car door when I stopped. “I have roast beef in the crock pot at home, and I’m getting pretty tired of eating alone, would you like to come to my house for supper?”

He looked like he was about to cry, but then the defensive look came over his face. “No, I’m all right.” I said, “Derek, I’m not asking anything from you, I’m just going to feed you.”

“Well, ok.” He tried to make a show of being reluctant to get into my car, but I’ve been around kids too long to take it seriously. I’ve always trusted Derek, and he’s one kid I wouldn’t worry about taking to my home.

We drove in silence for a while. “I hope you got away from the kids who were getting into trouble.”

“Yeah, I had a lot of time for thinking the past year. I can see it was their influence that got me into that mess.”

“How are your mother and your sister?” He bristled at this question, but when I’d known him, I also knew his mother was a raggedly alcoholic who worked in a bar, and stayed there long hours even when not working. Derek had been the one to take care of his little sister, Susan. They were not abused, but in my opinion, sorely neglected. He raised himself and then helped raise Susan as well. I used to watch him waiting at the corner for her bus, and then walk her home. He took care of her in the evenings, made supper, and tucked her into bed at night. He finally said, “I guess they’re all right. I haven’t seen Mom in quite awhile, and Susan married her old boyfriend. They moved to Ohio where he had a job waiting for him.” I said, “Then she’s ok now?”

“Yes, she’s doing fine.”

We were almost to my house. I said, “Were you ever involved in drugs?”

He said, “Mrs. M, I couldn’t. I had to take care of Susan.” Yes, I would expect that of him.

Once we got to my house, he helped bring the bags into the house. “Man! You sure but a lot of food! I thought you live alone.”

“I do, but I hate shopping, so I buy enough for about a month, so I don’t have to go back very often.”

“Makes sense to me.” While I was putting the groceries away, I said, “You can walk around and check out the house while I’m finishing potatoes and the rest of supper. He looked up quietly and said, “Could I take a bath?” I smiled. “I was hoping you’d do that. Put your dirty clothes on the floor right outside the door and I’ll find bursa escort something you can put on.”

I peeled potatoes and put vegetables on to boil, then walked down the hall after I heard the water in the tub quit. I found an old Beatles tee shirt that was a man’s large. Large tee shirts are my favorite things to sleep in, if I sleep in anything at all. I picked up the pile of dirty clothes he’d put on the floor, and left the clean tee shirt. I was thinking, I’m sorry I don’t keep men’s underwear in my house. Well, maybe I won’t be Too Sorry. Then was kind of ashamed of myself for thinking those thoughts about a former student. I have never really thought sexually about young men. I’ve always been interested in older men, such as my husband. But then reminded myself I am no longer teaching in the school district, Derek isn’t my student, and he is an adult.

I involved myself with mashing potatoes, making gravy, setting the table. He must’ve slipped into a chair behind my back. The house was quiet except for the washing machine humming in the background. He said quietly, “Thanks for bringing me into your house.” I said, “Derek, I have always felt close to you. You are one of the few kids I really trust.”

“Gee, thanks!” He seemed amazed, and that’s as much a show of appreciation I expected from him.

After supper he helped me clean up, somehow forgetting he had no under shorts on. The tee just barely touched the top of his cock. And for some reason, (though I was trying not to look, I couldn’t really help it) it was hard and trying to poke out from under the tee shirt. I was trying to be cool and acted like I didn’t notice. He was trying to be cool as well, acting like he didn’t notice me noticing him!

Later, I took a bath, and just put on a robe. I joined him in the living room, where he was watching TV. I picked up a book but couldn’t really get into it. We were both sitting on the couch, and he suddenly turned to me and said, “It seems so weird to be sitting here with you like this. You are the nicest person I know.” I said, “That’s nice to hear. You always seemed to be so lonely. I found myself wishing I could do something to help you or get close to you.”

“Well, you’re close to me now.” and he just reached his arm around me, pulled me close and gave me a fantastic kiss. I don’t know what I expected, but it sure wasn’t this. Somehow, though, it seemed perfectly natural and I found myself really enjoying it.

Of course I only had a robe on, and it was easily falling loosely from my shoulders, my breasts were hanging freely, and in plain view. He touched my nipple gingerly and it felt wonderful. My body hasn’t had any kind of attention from another human being in quite some time. I stood up, reached for the remote and clicked the TV off, and the light, and led him down the hall to my bedroom.

I guess I shouldn’t sound so surprised, but as a lover, he was amazingly attentive, and respective. But he was also as much in need of the human sexual closeness as I was. We fucked hard and fast the first time, and then slow and more measured another time. Lying in bed in the magical moment afterward, when he was holding me in his arms and asking what are my preferences in sex, and I said, just this, nothing more. I said what’s yours? He said he always wanted an older woman to punish him. I said you aren’t in need of punishing from what I know of your life, you’re very responsible. He said, “Yeah, I know, but sometimes I just wish someone would care enough about me to..”…. He left it at that, but suddenly I felt like a mind reader! “You want a spanking.”

“Yes.”

I said, I think I know just the thing. I got up and used the bathroom, then went bursa escort bayan to the top shelf in my closet.

I turned back to the bed still naked and holding a long, sturdy wooden paddle that had indeed come from the old school before we had to quit paddling students. “Roll over on your stomach.” I thought he’d chicken out or protest, but he just quietly did that, folded his arms under the pillow. I knelt on the bed next to him, grasped the handle of the paddle firmly and without really think much about it except that he’d asked me for it so sincerely: Whack! It was louder than I though it would be. I waited only a second in case he did protest or change his mind; but he didn’t. Whack! Still no protest, so I just started beating his ass hard with the paddle.

I wasn’t’ really counting, just kind of lost myself in the moment. His ass was turning bright red and soon he was whimpering, but I just kept right on. Actually I have never really thought about doing this to anyone and especially not such a young man, but it felt perfectly right. And as he started crying, I was really getting into it. I was thinking of all the years spent standing in front of a classroom full of students trying to teach them things they had no interest in learning. All the smart mouthed wise assed kids who never learned respect. Suddenly I realized I have no idea how long I’ve been beating Derek’s ass. But thought maybe I should stop. He had never tried to turn over, just laid there taking it.

I put the paddle on the floor half way under the bed, and pulled back the covers, turned off the lamp and lay next to him. I pulled him into my arms, and he put his arms around me as well, just weeping into my shoulder. I said, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, thank you very much.” I said, “Scoot down here a little bit.” As he did, I fed him my left breast. He took it into his mouth, holding it and suckling like a baby. I fell asleep not knowing when he slept.

The next morning, I gave him his clean clothes, and when in the kitchen drinking coffee and cooking him breakfast, I said, “Would you like to stay for awhile? Or do you have somewhere you need to be?” He said he had nowhere to go, and had just been hanging on the streets. I said, “Well I can put you to work around here to earn your keep and you can stay as long as you want.” I thought he was going to weep, but he put his arms around me and kissed me. I said, “Why aren’t you sitting down?” with a twinkle in my eye, I knew the reason.

“I’m still a bit sore, but it feels good.” I said, “You realize that’s the first time I’ve ever hit a student”. He said, “Yeah, but I’m a Big Student, and I needed it. Still do.” I smiled because I was hoping that wouldn’t’ be the one and only time!

It was one of those dark, gloomy, rainy days. We straightened around the house a while, and I suggested we go to town. He said, “I thought you hate to shop.” I said, “I do, but you need more clothes. Not that I mind you running around here in my tee shirts and no underwear.” He smiled, and got in the car. I bought him a few things, and he wondered aloud how he would ever repay me. I said, I don’t need repaying, but was just so glad for the company.

Back at home, I showed him where he could put his things away and I started supper. He said he should be serving me, and I said, “Well, maybe you should.” After we ate, I told him it was his turn to do dishes, I went to the living room, and stretched out on the couch. I didn’t get a whole lot of sleep after all. I awoke to a lovely feeling, he was kneeling in between my legs on the couch, my cotton dress was pulled up and my panties off of me. He was fingering, and nibbling and licking my pussy. It was the most escort bursa wonderful feeling. I hadn’t felt this good in a really long time. I feigned annoyance, “You should’ve at least asked me first. Maybe I’ll have to punish you again.” He muttered, “I hope so.”

I was coming on his face, and at the same time saying, “You know, Derek, that isn’t really very respectful.” He said, “I know,” but I was still coming, and he was moving my come all around the whole area. Finally I said, I think that’s enough. He said, “For now, we can do this again later.” I said, “Fine, but go get the paddle and come right back here. He came in as I was sitting up on the couch on the left side. To my left there is a chair and I told him to pull down his pants, kneel in front of the chair with the top of his body laying on the seat, grasping the back of it. He did as he was told and heaved a big sigh, but didn’t say anything. His bottom was still welted from last night, but I was looking forward to beating it again.

Whack! The first few whacks had him jumping a little and groaning. I said, “Does it hurt?” He said, “Yes, Please hit me again.” Once again, I just zoned into beating him and I must admit, for not thinking of doing this before, I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

The next morning, I awoke, went to the bathroom and started the coffee while he was still sleeping. I’ve never done anything like this before, but had an idea. I came back to the bedroom with a rather large rubber band. Derek was lying on his back sleeping peacefully but his cock was standing straight up into the air. I touched it lightly with my fingertips, a feather-light caress that elicited a moan from him though his eye were still closed.

Kneeling next to him, I stretched the rubber band wide, lowered it over his cock and around his balls, and gently let it encase his entire scrotum where it attached to his body. He moaned and I was suddenly aware he was looking at me, but not resisting. Then I picked up the roll of wide packing tape you use to tape packages you send in the mail. I stretched a nice long piece and cut it, wrapped it on the rubber band, around his scrotum noticing his balls had disappeared, pushed up against his cock. Which, by the way was standing up straight and large.

“Mrs. M, I got to pee.”

“Later.” I was stroking his cock ever so gently and then put my mouth over him, pulling him into my warmth, my tongue running around just under the rim. I sucked him deeper into my throat as he lay there moaning.

“Please, I have to use the bathroom.” Ok, I grabbed a hold of his cock and as he got up, I held onto it like a handle and pulled him toward the bathroom. We stood in front of the stool, stroking his stiff, hurting cock. “Ok, so pee.”

“I can’t.”

“Well, you made me quit sucking you so you’d better pee.”

“I can’t!” He had tears in his eyes. “Very well, then come back to the bedroom.”

I was still holding his stiff cock firmly, pulling him. I stood him leaning against the dresser, picked up his thin leather belt, grasped it firmly in my right hand and held the end of his stiff cock with my left fingertips.

I started spanking his cock with the belt. He was crying openly now. “Did you lie to me? You didn’t have to pee at all.”

“Yes, yes, I did.”

“I was happily playing with your cock and you stopped me.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

“When I’m laying with your cock, you don’t’ say anything, do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I stopped spanking his cock. Picked up my robe as he stood there whimpering.

“Make the bed, then you may go pee. Do not remove the tape, understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then come to me in the kitchen.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee and gazing out the window. I am not a mean person, but this was going to be fun. “Could I have a cup of coffee, ma’am?” After you’ve had your morning spanking for lying to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Go get the paddle.”

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I hadn’t seen him in what seemed like forever, and today he is going to stop by on his way through town. There was a time when I would have done anything he asked. I guess I still would. I made the mistake of letting go all those years ago and he moved on… we all did… but here he was stopping by to see me. I almost could not contain myself.

Watching the clock and the driveway was about to drive me crazy. Thinking about him has always made me very hot and wet. This was no exception. If he didn’t show soon I’d have to go change my panties, again. I just hoped he would not catch me staring out the window waiting for him… I did not want to seem desperate. All at once there was a knock at the door. He parked on the other side of the house and snuck to the door. I almost screamed from the shock of it.

I slowly opened the door and there he stood. I would recognize him any day of the year… and those eyes… make me melt. As he stepped inside I was about to say something and he laid his finger gingerly on my lips, then grabbed me and kissed me more passionately than I have been kissed in many years.

He then took a step back as I regained my composure. He looked me up and down and simply said, “Strip!” I hesitated because we were standing in the middle of the kitchen and anyone could come to the door, at anytime. He seemed a bit perturbed by my hesitation and ordered, “Strip, Now!”

Blushing from head to toe I quickly did as I was told and in no time at all was standing there in all my glory for his approving eyes, in the center of my own kitchen. He looked me up and down again and signaled me to turn around which I did quickly. He said, “Close your eyes.” And I did it without thinking. I heard him moving about the kitchen, and over by the table. I was getting a bit nervous. Then out of nowhere… SMACK! Came a hard hand across my ass. “That’s for hesitating when I told you to do something,” he snapped. “I won’t again,” is all I could say.

“Ok, open your eyes.” As I did I saw him standing before me totally nude also. There was a towel on the floor in front of his feet… and I knew what was coming next. “On your knees my beauty,” were his words which I quickly did and all but swallowed his cock on the first stroke. I don’t know why but I just couldn’t get enough of it. I guess I had just wanted it for so long.

After a couple of minutes he pulled me to my feet, led me to the end of the table, sat me on it, and kissed me again… with as much passion as the first one. Then he started kissing down my neck… nibbling a bit as he did. This was driving me wild. Then bursa escort he nibbled my earlobe… I almost fainted it felt so good. He again worked down my neck to the center of my chest till he came to right between my breasts.

He slowly worked his way to my right breast where he kissed the whole breast being careful not to come in contact with the nipple. Once the whole beast was covered in kisses he placed a simple kiss right onto the nipple before devouring it into his experienced mouth. Alternating between licking, sucking, and nibbling…. The sensation sent me into my first of many to come orgasms.

As I came down from that he quickly kissed to my left breast and repeated the pleasurable feelings on it…. Again I came, a bit more intensely this time. As I started down from that he started kissing down my body while slowly laying me backwards onto the table. I was truly glad I had taken time to shave myself totally clean that morning because I was truly looking forward to what was coming next.

He sat on a chair between my legs and pushed them back to my chest while also spreading them as far as they would…. And damn, they hadn’t spread that far for anyone in a very long time. Before continuing he looked at my very bald mound, looked up at me, whistled, and licked his lips. The way he did it made me almost go over the edge again.

Seeing my reaction he grinned and lowered his head slowly between my milky thighs. I could feel his breath on every part of my fully exposed pussy… and with the way my legs were spread, it was too. He started simply licking up one side then down the other making sure he did not touch my hypersensitive clit. Then he just blew across my hot button sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

Seeming to be watching for the right time in my pleasure he started circling his tongue around it now. With each time around and over it my climax continued to crescendo. Then he sucked it as deep into his mouth as he could and started to hum. “OH GOD”, I screamed, not caring if anyone heard. By now I was bucking my hips into his face and had no control over my own body.

I was slowly coming down as he released his oral grip on my joy button and ran his tongue the full length of my sopping slit several times before dropping it down to my anus and running it in circles around it. I hadn’t felt that in years and I was really liking it when he rammed his tongue all the way into my willing backdoor, flipping my clit with his right thumb as he did.

He continued tongue fucking my anus until I was about to come again, then pulled his mouth away quickly and replaced his tongue with bursa escort bayan two fingers on his left hand and diving back to my clit. I EXPLODED! I was shaking so hard the table seemed to be moving across the floor, and I was babbling incoherently. Only occasionally could I make out, “YES, YES, OH GOD YES!!”

No one had touched me like that in so long that I forgot how good it felt when someone who knew what the hell they were doing was doing it. My climax seemed to last forever with him licking my clit and finger banging my ass the whole time, and at some time during my delirium he had inserted a third finger deep into my dark hole. With three fingers in my ass and a talented tongue working over my sensitive bump I was sure I would pass out if I didn’t come down soon.

Almost sensing this he slowed his tongue and slowly removed his fingers from my reluctant sphincter. “I Love You More Than You Know”, is all I could muster saying before he laid across me and kissed m, letting me taste how hot I was on his tongue. With that he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and placed me on the bed before pulling me up on my hands and knees. I moaned deeply and lustfully in anticipation of what was to come.

He knelt behind me fondling my ass before again running his hot tongue in and out of my asshole a few more times. He pulled my hand between my legs to my clit, which I stroked instinctively. Then he got close and ever so slowly eased his rock hard cock into my nether region. I had not felt so stretched back there since… well I think he was the last one I let in there so many years ago.

Once he had eased it all the way in till his balls were against my bare pussy he started stoking in and out. Every time he bottomed out his balls would slap my pussy making me squirm in pleasure, not to mention the pleasure of having my ass filled with his wonderful manhood. My climax was again building at a fevered pitch. By now I was pushing into him on every stroke and moaning like a bitch in heat. I could no longer concentrate on rubbing myself as his balls were slapping my gushing pussy into a higher level of heat.

I was having orgasm after orgasm… and they all seemed to run together now till I lost count, and was on the verge again of losing consciousness. I was beginning to come down a bit when he started to pull free. “Please, leave it in there a bit longer” I begged, and he obliged with great pleasure on his face.

After a few more minutes… seemed like an hour… he pulled out and spun me around on the bed and stuffed my mouth full of his cock again. I had never sucked a cock after it had been escort bursa in my ass, my pussy yes. By now all I wanted to do was pleasure him and in so doing felt even hotter in doing something like this. I thought he was going to explode down my throat, but he only let me suck him for a brief moment before pulling me up to kiss again.

As we broke that kiss he laid me back onto the bed and eased into my very willing womanhood. As he started slowly stroking in and out he kissed me again. We continued to kiss with him fondling my breasts and pinching my nipples as he made slow, steady love to me. This seemed to last and last. Soon he started to really plow away at my twat with his hardness and broke the kiss as he started pounding away.

By now I was out of control again screaming, “FUCK ME, YES FUCK ME!” as I went over the edge of my climax I started to shake almost uncontrollably and he started coming deep inside of me, which made my own orgasm go through the roof. As we both came down a bit he pulled out and lay down beside me holding me in his arms.

After he caught his breath he did something I did not expect. He crawled back between my now sticky thighs and proceeded to lick my entire pussy clean, even where it was running down into my crack and even tongued my ass again for good measure. When he came up we kissed again and I could taste both of us on his tongue and it made me have another tiny orgasm, which by now was about all I could muster.

We lay arm in arm for a few minutes before I lead him to the bathroom, started the shower, and we both got in. I very slowly washed his entire body and he did the same for me. Then he picked up the shampoo and washed my hair like I’ve never had anyone do before. It felt wonderful. Once he finished rinsing my hair I showed my pleasure by getting down and sucking his now hardening cock into my mouth again. He’d given me more pleasure than I had know in so long, that I wanted to return the favor.

I started sucking slowly at first but could not control myself and was bobbing and sucking for all I was worth. Within minutes he grabbed my head and started face fucking me till he exploded down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. As he pulled his now softening dick from my lips I licked the tip to get the last drops of his precious seed. As I stood up he rinsed off again and we got out of the shower.

We dried each other off, playfully licking and nibbling at each other’s bodies as we did. Once dry we reluctantly got dressed and he kissed me good-bye, till the next time he could get away. As he drove away the phone rang. It was my husband and he was on the way home for lunch. It was then that I realized, it had been three whole hours since the whole ordeal began this morning… and we were within minutes of being caught… the thought made me wet all over again! Well, I’ll just save that thought for the next time.

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