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Jerome stood just inside the doorway at the shadowed end of the room. He should have just turned and gone down the stairs and out to the carriage to tell Thomas that Master John wasn’t ready to go yet. That’s all Thomas, Master John’s carriage driver, had told him to do. But the shock of what he’d found when he’d entered the house on Decatur Street and been waved to the second door down the hall on the second floor held him plastered to his shadowy vigil spot long enough to engage his curiosity.

He was old enough to understand this between a man and a woman—he’d been fucking cook’s daughter, Macey, long enough in the smoke house himself that she was waddling around supporting her belly with both her hands and with a big smile on her face. And he did the field hand Lottie regularly out in the cotton field too. She was too old to bear, he thought, but she knew what to do with a young man’s cock. She’d been riding his since he became a grown man, old enough to go to the fields. These things Jerome already understood in his nineteenth year on this earth. But this. This was not something he had considered possible.

When Jerome had quietly pushed open the door and stolen in, he was suspecting something like this was going on. Everyone knew what went on in the Decatur Street house. But he didn’t expect this. He didn’t expect this at all.

A small black man of not more than Jerome’s age was lying on his side on the bed—naked. He was up on one elbow and his back was turned to Jerome. Young Master John, also naked except for the billowing white cotton shirt with the flounces on it, open so that Jerome could see his hard-bodied chest, had the fingers of one hand buried in the black, wooly hair of the black man’s head, holding the head to his groin. The black man was moving his mouth down and up on Master John’s cock. The white man’s other hand was reaching down and gripping the black man’s cock and was stroking it.

Jerome hadn’t ever seen anything like this at all. He should have turned and run out, but this was something entirely new to him, and Jerome was the curious type, especially where it came to sexual activity. And not knowing any better, the old master not having pushed the Riverbend plantation slaves to attend church, Jerome had no internal prejudices set on things such as this. Slave row at Riverbend was an earthy place. As soon as he had become aware of his sexual nature, Lottie was showing him how it could give him pleasures that transported him from the hardships of plantation life. She didn’t tell him that it was only something that men and women did.

Still, it had not occurred to him that there were other couplings possible such as this one.

Before Jerome could get the notion to leave and go tell Thomas that their new master, John, didn’t appear to need the carriage any time soon, the tableau on the bed was changing. Master John was standing on the floor on the other side of the bed and had turned the black man on his side and lifted the man’s left leg to rest his ankle on John’s shoulder. The black man’s plump buttocks were plastered to the white man’s pelvis, and the white man was fucking the black man’s ass with long deep strokes. Master John was still fisting and stroking the black man’s cock, and the black man was moaning and writhing against the deep stroking inside him. He had his left arm raised and a black hand palmed on the white chest, whether to try to push the white man away or to establish a connection to the man fucking him, Jerome couldn’t tell. His other hand was stretched out across the bed and he was clutching the bed cloth in a fist. It seemed to Jerome that he was bunching and releasing the material in the same rhythm that Master John was stroking him with his cock. Whether or not that was so, Jerome saw it as so—and it aroused him.

The black man’s face was turned toward Jerome, set in an expression of almost pleading. Jerome wondered if the man could see him there in the shadows. Possibly so. There was little danger that Master John could see him, though. White slaveholders rarely saw their slaves even in broad daylight; they looked right through them as if they weren’t even there. The black man’s eyes were opened wide, glittering, and his mouth was slack. He was moaning and groaning.

Master John turned him again, to his back, his buttocks at the edge of the bed. The white man grabbed the black man’s ankles with his fist and brutally jerked them wide. He was leaning over the black man’s chest, growling and grunting. His hips were pistoning fast and hard. The black man was clutching at the bed cloth with both of his fists and writhing under the white man and babbling incoherently and crying out at each deep, rapid thrust.

Master John tensed, abruptly stopping the thrusts. His body jerked and his head turned up toward the ceiling. Jerome saw in his face the same ecstasy he saw in Macey’s when he released his seed in her. One, two, three more pumps and Master John let out a long sigh and collapsed on top of the black man, who just lay there, küçükçekmece escort moaning.

Jerome realized that he had wet himself with his own sticky manseed. He hoped that Thomas wouldn’t notice that when he returned to the carriage. Master John’s ejaculation, though, broke the spell, and Jerome realized that he had been away from Thomas too long. He withdrew quietly and then clattered out onto the street.

“I do believe Massa John be ready soon,” he said breathlessly to Thomas when he arrived back at the carriage. “But he ain’t ready now.”

“Why you be so long in findin’ that out?” Thomas asked suspiciously. “You find some pussy to poke for yerself while you in there?”

“No, no. They’s not want to tell me where he was. Took me a time to get them to check on him. You know I can’t ‘ford the pussy they got in there.”

“You such a handsome stud, I figure they give it to you for free just so they can watch. Nice big cock like yours and fine body.”

Jerome blushed—if a black man can blush. Thomas had been talking to him like this for some months. It was only now that Jerome could come to the point of considering what Thomas might be meaning about that. True that often when he was sluicing himself down, having come for the fields, Thomas was there to jabber with him while he was naked. Jerome would need to give that some thought now. Now that he knew that men did it with men too.

Fifteen minutes later, Thomas gave Jerome the evil eye. “Thought you said the massa was about done.”

“That’s what they tell me in the house,” Jerome answered defensively.

“Best I go check, I guess,” Thomas said, moving to get down from the driving box.

“No, I’ll go,” Jerome answered.

He went quietly back upstairs. Although patrons and servants of the house were moving about, no one saw him or challenged him. There were advantages to being invisible to the whites, Jerome thought as he approached the second door down the hall.

The black man was on all fours in the center of the bed and Master John was crouched over his pelvis, fucking him in long, fast strokes. He was cupping the black man’s throat from behind and arching his back up. The black man had a wild-eyed look in his eyes and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. That’s how Jerome liked to fuck Macey. Lottie liked that position too, but she preferred Jerome fucking her in the ass when he took her this way. He never realized that it could look so arousing. Master John was leaning well forward on the black man’s buttocks so that Jerome could clearly see the thick white cock burying itself in the black asshole and then sliding out and then in again. He focused his attention on that action and felt chills running up his spine. He envisioned himself as poking a white man like that—maybe even Master John, although that gave him a start and a jolt of fear—and maybe even being poked like that.

He was surprised at the thought—but he was even more surprised that he didn’t shrink from the thought.

He did, however, step out of the room and down the stairs and out to the carriage.

“I reckon Massa John won’t be ready for a time yet,” he told Thomas.

Thomas didn’t bother to ask why. It wasn’t the lot of a slave in the plantation world to ask why, just to stand by, invisible, until some white person told them what, where, and when.

* * * *

The various strata of the Riverbend plantation community had been living carefully and on the edge of concern for several months now, since even before young Master John came to take up residence. The Rembeaus, the family that had owned and lived at Riverbend for generations, were almost all gone now. Master John was the last of the lot, and he was just a cousin to Master Edward, the patriarch of the family last in residence here. But Master Edward’s family had, to a member, been taken by the fever while visiting a plantation farther down the Mississippi, and Master John had inherited.

The big concern was what Master John was going to do with Riverbend. There were rumors that he would break up the place—sell the land and sell the slaves too. Neither the slaves nor the next strata up, the overseers, liked this thought one little bit. For the slaves, it inevitably meant a breakup of a community that had lived here for some hundred and fifty years, including, probably, family units. To the overseers it meant new, quite possibly less-desirable, employment needing to be found.

Nothing had transpired yet, but everyone was living in fear. Some, the customary leaders of the slave community, a small network of the older women who were house or kitchen slaves, were not content with sitting and waiting.

“How long has your Adelle been housemaiding at the big house, Naddie?”

“Ever since the young massa arrived. She done everthin’ I told her to do—leastwise she claims so—and still he not taken her to his bed.”

“Ever thing?” Zumma Mae said, with astonishment. “She a right tempting morsel. küçükyalı escort I can’t see no white man not wanting inside that if she be shashaying around his bed already.”

“I don’ know what else to try, Zumma Mae. We always have someone in the massa’s bed to give us some voice in how things run around here. We gotta do somethin’. I can’t live with the thought of being parted with any of my kin. Thas happenin’ elsewhere, but we don wan it happenin’ here.”

Jerome, who was standing in the kitchen doorway and watching Macey move around, putting pots she cleaned away and moving things back and forth into and from the larder room, muttered under his breath, “Usin’ wrong bait, I’se supposing'”

“What’s that you say, Jerome?” Naddie asked, turning to him. “And wha ya doin’ sniffin’ around here for, anyhow? Don’t think like I don know what you after. Well, you already seeded up Macey here. You can just take it on out to the field. I think I hear Lottie a’callin’ you.”

The women sitting around the table cackled and Macey looked embarrassed and went into the larder room and didn’t come right back out. Jerome didn’t budge from the doorway.

“Nothin’. I was saying nothin’.” But he sure was thinking about it.

“Might not be nuff on this problem anyhow,” Zumma Mae picked up the discussion. “The man could plow Adelle from sundown to sunup and still come away and sell her momma on the auction block. Thas just the way white man do it.”

“I suppose,” Naddie said, but she added with a determined voice, “But someone gotta do somethin’ about it.”

The women were deep in conversation, so Jerome took his chance and slipped by them and into the larder. He came up behind Macey, who was facing a shelf, and embraced her, putting both arms around her and cupping one full, ample breast with one hand and her bulging belly with the other. Macey gave a low cry, but nuzzled back into him like she’d both expected and wanted this.

“What you doin’ here sniffin’ round me, Jerome? You already did your bizness here. You don’t want no fat woman.”

“I always want this woman,” Jerome whispered. He sniffed at her hair, “You always smell so fresh and flowery.”

“Flowery, eh? You can’t even pick out a flower and bring it to me if you gonna try that silliness on me?”

“It don’ matter. I figure you like my dick as well as the next man’s. A hard dick is as much flower as I need bring you, I figure.”

“More. You know that. You my master. You know that. You git that dick up inside me and move it and you know you my master. That I do anything for you. Ohh, Jerome. You shouldn’t . . . not in here. They’s busybodies just in the other room.”

Jerome had hiked up her gunnysack dress, finding, as he expected, no clothing underneath, and was cupping her triangle and working a finger inside her, looking for the spot that made her moan.

She moaned.

“Let them find their own dick,” Jerome murmured. “If you promise not to make no noise, I’ll promise not to either.”

“You stop that now, boy. You know this tain’t the time nor place.”

“With you any time or place is right.”

She moaned again as, having bunched the dress up around her waist, Jerome unbuttoned and released himself. He covered her mouth and nose with his hand to muffle her cry as he pushed up into her and started to pump slowly.

When he felt she could control herself, he dropped the hand back to her breast. “You still think we shouldn’t be doin’ this, sugar?”

“Jus’ be good to me, Jerome. I tole you already. You get that dick of yours up there and I’ll do anythin’ you want.”

He proceeded to be good to her.

A voice floated in from the kitchen. Naddie’s voice. “Don’t ya think I don’t know what ya doin’ in there, Jerome.” The voice wasn’t angry though; it had a tinge of laughter to it.

Jerome wasn’t just fucking, though. He was also thinking. What had she said—twice? Get that dick up in her and he could do anything he wanted with her. There was something to think about in that. And what Jerome was thinking was that just maybe Naddie had the right idea but was looking at it from the wrong direction. When he thought of “the wrong direction,” he gave a little laugh.

“What you find so funny?” Jerome, Macey asked in a breathy voice.

“Not a thing, sugah. You just keep pushin’ back on it like that, and we do just fine.”

* * * *

Jerome stood inside a two-walled isolated area set off behind a shed near the end of the Riverbend slave row, sluiced the first bucket of water over his body, and followed the rivulets of water down his torso and on to his thighs with his hands. He sensed that Thomas was nearby, watching him, and he smiled. This was working as he meant it to. He turned three-quarters sideways toward where he presumed Thomas was standing and moved a hand down to his basket, first cupping his balls and the underside of his cock and then moving his hand to his cock and giving it a few languid strokes.

He maltepe escort lifted his eyes and looked into Thomas’s eyes. Yes, there is want there, he thought. Now that he knew that men did it with men as well as with women, he could clearly see the want in Thomas’s eyes. It wasn’t any different, really, than the want he’d seen in Macey and Lottie’s eyes—indeed, in the eyes of most of the slave women. He just hadn’t looked for it in the eyes of a man before. He smiled at Thomas, and Thomas gave an embarrassed start.

“You wanna lift the other bucket over me, Thomas?” Thomas, dressed only in his breeches, came slowly forward. He was trembling as he lifted the bucket of water over Jerome’s head and let the liquid roll down his body. Thomas was a massive man, standing a good head taller than Jerome and with bulging arm, chest, and thigh muscles. Jerome felt diminished in his presence, needing to act carefully, because if he gave too much too soon, the man would overpower him and just take what he wanted and walk away. Jerome needed him to want him so badly that the massive man would follow his lead.

“Umm, feelin’ good,” Jerome whispered, running his hands down his torso to his thighs again. He could hear the catch in Thomas’s breath, and before the man could move away from him, Jerome reached back and took Thomas’s hands, bringing his arms around his body. He held one hand to his breast and moved the other one down to cover his genitals. Thomas was trembling. He asserted some control, however, pulling his hands away and running them over Jerome’s body as he wished, but when the hands stopped roaming, they were back where Jerome had put them. Jerome was fighting hard the moan his throat wanted to give in response to the feel of the massive cock running up from his waistline. If the man wasn’t so much taller than Jerome, Jerome was afraid that the cock would be in place already and that Thomas would just hold Jerome in a tight embrace and enter and take him right there.

“Me bein’ wrong, Thomas? Does you not want to fuck with me?”

“Yes, I want to fuck you. Very much. But you only lie with women.”

“I was thinkin’ that to. But do you know what Massa John was doin’ in that Decatur Street house?”

“Yes, I know well.”

“And that he was doin’ a man?”

“Yes, I know that too. White massas do what white massas want to do—with who they want to do it to.”

“I watched. I be gone so long because I watched.”

“Ah. And you be curious now, be you? How it feels to have a man inside you? Or you inside him?”

Thomas wasn’t trembling as much. He was holding Jerome closer to him, with a stronger embrace, and he was starting to work Jerome’s cock. It was dawning on him that perhaps this really was an opportunity. Jerome could feel the hardness of the man in the small of his back. And now he was the one trembling a bit.

“Yes, I be curious. Havin’ another man inside me. But I be also a little afraid. How can I tell it will give me pleasure?”

“There is a way I see that tells,” Thomas whisper. “I always find that if a man can suck a cock, he can enjoy it up his ass.”

“So, you think . . .?”

Thomas was already gently turning Jerome’s body and pushing the young man down onto his knees closely in front of him. His hardened cock was now pressing into Jerome’s cheek, and Jerome just opened his mouth and took the bulb of it inside. Thomas sighed and shuddered, and Jerome showed that he needed little instruction to do what came naturally.

Lifting him back up, Thomas placed his lips on Jerome’s and, though it surprised him, Jerome went with the kiss.

“Kissin’ be as good a buildup to a fuck as anything else—as with a woman,” Thomas said. He went in for another kiss, and while they were engaged in this, Thomas took both of their cocks together and stroked. Jerome was trembling again and released a moan.

“You can suck the cock and you can moan to a kiss,” Thomas whispered. “I think you can moan to a cock inside you too. Is it what you want to try?”

“Yay, it is,” Jerome murmured. He wasn’t fully convinced himself, but he wanted to try it with Thomas first to see if he could endure it—at least whether or not he could convince another man he wanted it and then could take it with a smile.

Thomas gently turned Jerome around, facing away from him. “Bend over. Bend over and spread them legs,” he said. And as Jerome did so, Thomas knelt down behind him, snaked a hand between his thighs, and grabbed Jerome’s cock. Then Thomas’s mouth went to Jerome’s ass.

“What?” Jerome asked in surprise and half shock as he felt the wetness of the tongue at his channel entrance.

“Hold still. You be unused and I be big. We need to get you more open or you not bein’ enjoyin’ this much.”

Jerome found himself sighing and moaning again as new sensations of pleasure rolled in waves over his body. The stroking of his cock didn’t hurt either.

At length, Thomas stood, bidding Jerome to stay as he was but to spread his legs even further, and Thomas was slowly working his cock inside Jerome’s ass, as the young man panted and grunted and groaned and tried his best not to scream out or try to escape.

“Let your body go limp and breath regular. I be in now. We rest and then I take you to glory. Your doin’ good. The hurt will go in a bit. You need to be stretched to fit.”

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In all the years that I had known her, I would have never thought our relationship could have veered in that direction. We always said that we were like brother and sister, always joking about how much we didn’t like each other. Julia is my best friend’s wife. Jason has been my friend ever since I moved to his neighborhood while we were in high school. Alice, my wife, has been friend with Julia almost all her life. Ever since my wife and I moved into town, we reunited with Jason and Julia. Now that we all have kids, not a week or two passes by without seeing one another.

Julia and I, when we joked about not being friends, we always made disgusted faces when friends would tell us to get a room. I always knew she wasn’t attracted by my type, but I knew it was only indifference, not disgust. Things started to change a couple of months ago. Julia was having a rough time at work, and being in the same line of work, it was easy for me to understand the kind of stress she was having. Because of that, we had more and more serious conversation about our lives and how we would like for our lives to be easier to manage.

A little less than two months ago, a couple of friends and I were at Julia’s house for our bi-weekly role playing game night. We have been playing since we were in high school and now we also play to get away from our grown-ups responsibilities. That night, Julia sat in front of me, across the table. She hadn’t taken the time to get changed after getting home from work and was still wearing her sexy, knee-high, low neckline, black dress. It was the second time I saw her in that dress and I loved it. It was revealing enough cleavage to show how kartal escort amazing her big tits are and was short and tight enough to have me dream of her ass for weeks.

As the evening progressed, we bumped our feet under the table multiple times. Accidentally at first and then the contacts got longer and longer. Her feet were silk smooth and every time we touched, I wanted more. She started to rub her feet along my leg, getting higher and higher every time. She finally decided to lay her foot on my chair, right between my legs. By that time, I had a hard-on, as I hadn’t had in quite a long time.

As a new song started playing on the radio, she started to follow the tempo by wiggling her feet, brushing against my crotch every now and then. Every time she touched the fabric of my jeans, which were already too tight for the situation, my cock was pulsating from all the excitement. The fact that we were surrounded by people who couldn’t know what was going on under the table was the only thing refraining me of taking her right there on the table. Instead, I decided to discreetly lie back on my chair and press my manhood against her foot. Our eyes immediately locked as she gave me a deep lustful look, quickly suppressing the biting of her lower lip so no one would suspect anything.

For the next fifteen minutes, she wiggled her foot to the music. I was having a really hard time to concentrate on what was going on around the table. Then, as it was my turn to play, she started to carefully rub her foot all along the length of my cock. Even though she was giving me a foot job through my jeans, I was on the kaynarca escort brink of exploding. As I didn’t want to have to explain to my wife the reason to why I had a big load of cum in my pants, I backed my chair a little, enough for her foot to stop touching my hard-on. She instantly understood what was going on and gave me a devilish grin.

Considering she’d almost made me cum in my pants, it was only normal to return the favor. I made a comment on how hot it was, to explain why I would be more comfortable without my shoes. After a couple of minutes playing footsie, I started to slowly slide a foot up her leg. I briefly stopped at her knee to check if anyone seemed to know what was happening. Everyone was still immersed in the game being played and wasn’t paying any attention to what was going on under the table. At that moment, Julia leaned back in her chair, sliding her hips a little closer to the edge of her chair.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that she’d just given me the “go ahead” signal. For the next couple of minutes, instead of going straight for her pussy, I decided to tease her a little bit. Slowly, I moved my foot all along her thighs, from her knees all the way to the point where I would barely brush against her mound.

Teasing her like this was a real test of will. I was ready to dive, mouth opened, under the table to have a taste of her sweet juice. It seemed the teasing had its effect on her too. She seemed more and more eager for me to stop torturing her. Luckily for her, the story around the table had evolved to a point where she could wisely snap, in-game, at me.

—Would kozyatağı escort you stop beating around the bush and attack the beast!

I froze for a couple of seconds as everyone else around the table started commenting on how risk-taking was important in games. The bigger the risk, the bigger the reward they said. If only they knew how correct they were.

I slowly slid my foot up her leg and rested it on her pussy. Even through her panties and my sock, I could feel the warmth and the moisture of her excitement. She looked at me and discreetly bit her lower lip. Gently, I explored her pussy. Every time I would slide my toe over her clit, I saw her take deeper breath of air.

After a couple of minutes, she faked having to deal with an itch, took hold of my foot and firmly pressed it against her pussy. She rolled her eyes as I rubbed her up and down. She again moved a bit on her chair and started a quick rocking motion, grinding my foot in the process. I could see she was about to cum. Her face blushed a little, her breath was quicker, and my sock was getting wet from all her pussy juices. No one seemed to notice, or if they noticed, they didn’t say anything.

The game played took a twist and caused some commotion around the table. I made the most of the situation and shook rapidly my foot as if I was shaking my leg nervously. At that moment, while everyone was making a lot of noise, she went stiff and silent. I felt a wave of hot juice flow all over my foot. Her whole body suddenly relaxed and she smiled at me. I left my foot resting on her pussy and could feel it pulse for a long while after she climaxed.

After a while, I finally put my foot down and put my shoes on.

That night, as I went home to my wife, I fucked her as we hadn’t fucked in a long time. I had the images of Julia climaxing in my head. I hoped no one knew what had went on under the table that evening, because I didn’t have the intentions to let it be a once in a lifetime event.

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I work as a reporter for the county newspaper. We were organized recently and given assignments to cover the recent rains and flooding in California. I’m the only guy in the whole outfit, except for the editor in chief.

As we gathered and were given our assignments, I was selected to cover the coastal landslides. With the loss of life involved, we were going to put two reporters on the scene to provide detailed coverage.

On any dual-assignment, this was the part I hate the most. I’m young and trim; this leads to all kinds of harassment from my female co-workers who are all fat, fatter, or fat and bitter. All except for one, but I never drew assignments with her. The short gal all the others hated, as physically fit as I was, had waist-long, straight red hair. Her name was Tracy, and she was engaged to the editor in chief. He gave her the good assignments.

Imagine my shock at the announcement that Tracy would be assigned with me. In thinking about the assignments, ours was the plum job. At least Tracy didn’t hate me and I could stare at her cute ass all week long. The others all used my looks as a way to either claim I was harassing them or to put moves on me. Nothing can turn a stomach like a fat cow with the moon in her eyes.

I treated the assignment like an assignment but hadn’t realized the extent of the damage the rains were causing. We were booked into a seaside hotel about forty minutes away from the major damage. I worked with Tracy the first day on organizing our plan of coverage. She was hopeless as far as anything happening, but at least she was nice and fun to look at. She always treated me well.

We put in two solid days of wet camera work and note taking as we interviewed local home and business owners. Seeing the damage firsthand is always more devastating than what is seen on TV. Despite whatever perspective is used, all the damage looks smaller on the tube.

At the end of an exhausting second day, I invited Tracy to join me for soup at the hotel restaurant.

She looked a little reluctant, but nodded. “Sure. Soup sounds really good.”

We met at the register and were seated at a table by the window. Water dripped down from the ceiling here and there into buckets while we sat there. The rain was coming down harder. We Californians know what hard rain is, but they last only a few minutes and are gone. Invariably, some idiot decides he can prove he has a big dick by trying to swim across a river during the rains. Happens every time. But this rain was longer than any other in memory. This was a hard rain that lasted not minutes, but hours, and hours that stretched into days. This was like nothing seen in my lifetime.

I think both of us were awed by the display of mother nature, and we both kept looking out the window at the great Pacific ocean as it roiled and bubbled under the rain’s onslaught.

“Sort of reminds you how mortal we are, and how powerless…” I murmured.

Tracy glanced at me in surprise. “I was thinking the same thing; how we can’t stop something so vast.”

I nodded.

“We’re always in control all the time, managing and directing, but this makes you feel powerless against nature.” She picked at her napkin. “It’s almost frightening.”

“Almost?” I asked. “This weather is scaring the hell out of me!”

Tracy looked nervous for a moment and smiled her wonderful smile briefly. “I thought I was the only one who felt scared.”

I reached across and gave her hand a single, encouraging touch. She looked down in embarrassment.

We ate and made small talk about our careers; journalists always feel they’re going to save the world. I asked Tracy about her impending marriage out of courtesy. Her and Ian the editor were going to be married in less than two weeks. The courtship had been too long – almost a year. But Ian had wanted to be sure he was established in his position before committing to marriage.

I told her about my divorce almost ten years ago. You marry young and realize you’ve made a mistake, so you correct the problem. But people looked on someone divorced as having some stigma of relationship-failure. You almost have to keep divorce secret for fear of it chasing you your whole life with failure after failure.

Tracy appeared interested, and not judgmental for me having admitted to a previous marriage. “You don’t seem so bad; why didn’t it work?”

Great, she might be giving me a chance, but even she equates divorce with “bad.” “Well, she wanted a family right away, but wanted to run off on her career. I was all for career and making sure that was secure before starting a family. She didn’t want to wait for either.”

Tracy looked confused. “She expected to do both at once? That’s not possible, is it?”

“It is if you can run off on your career path while the husband takes care of the family.”

Tracy formed a circle with her mouth. “Oh.”

“She was too young to consider either, seriously. So was I for that matter.”

Our conversation turned to lighter subjects and we ended the evening on the second floor landing. The 1864 izle lights were out in the hotel hallways, except for the emergency exit lights, which were on battery back-up. Tracy lingered from going to her door down the other hall.

“Matt…” Tracy said with a tremor in her voice.

“Yes?” I turned to her in the dark.

“Umm, would you mind sitting with me until the lights come back on? I don’t want to sit in the dark alone.” She hugged herself.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” What was I thinking? What a jerk I was to think she didn’t need some emotional support during a blackout.

I sat with her in her room. She sat on the bed with a pillow hugged to her while I sat in the room’s only chair. We talked and joked to pass the time. It’s times like these where you miss the inanity of TV. But then, I wasn’t missing it. I was getting to talk with Tracy before she tied the knot and was gone forever.

We really tried to do our job the next day. Really.

We walked outside to discover that Mother Nature had other plans. Not only had it continued to rain, and rain hard, but the ground up here had gone soft. The entire ocean side of the parking lot had given way and both our cars were laying in a tumble of broken asphalt and mud. My guess is that they were totaled. Not only the cars, but all of the telephone poles on this one side.

I pissed off Mother nature’s plans, though, and whipped out my cell. Within twenty minutes, the newsroom had been apprised of our situation. We were told to continue covering from where we were since we were now in the middle of it, and we would be picked up at the end of the assignment.

“We’re slated for pick-up Saturday.” I snapped the cell shut.

“What are we going to do without cars?”

“Cover the reporting from here.” I shrugged. Our cars were as good a picture as any, so I readied the camera for some firsthand material.

We did a fast job of splitting tasks for the day and separated. People don’t like reporters, but they love to talk. Once past the initial hostility, you get tons of info, some good, some useless. Unfortunately for me, I had to write small for fear of filling my notepad. All my extras had been in the trunk of the car.

Since we were limited to the same vicinity, I saw when she approached the café. I was busy sipping coffee, and she joined me in a wet plop of jacket and purse.

“Am I ever going to be warm again?” Her teeth chattered.

My eyebrows raised into my scalp. Was I that stupid I couldn’t see her shivering? “I’m sorry, you want my jacket?”

She glanced at it but said nothing.

I looked at it and realized that mine was just as soaked. Due. I felt like an idiot. “Oh, I’m sorry. How stupid.”

“No, that’s okay. Thanks for offering.” She huddled in on herself.

She ordered soup with chattering teeth. She was really cold.

Can I be any more dense? I got out of the booth and scooted in beside her. I reached my arm around and tried to hold her as best I could in the booth. Usually, you feel some warmth created, but all I felt was cold.

“Your jacket isn’t weatherproof?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a jacket.” She started to shiver less as some semblance of warmth was generated.

“Oh. Mine is treated. It gets wet, but takes longer. You’re soaked through to the skin.”

The soup really helped and she thanked me for warming her. I didn’t move back to my side, and she said nothing. If Ian had walked in here, I’d be looking for another job, I’m sure. Even as wet as she was, she smelled wonderful.

“I probably look like a drowned rat,” she looked into her soup.

“No, you look beautiful…” I realized I was speaking my mind without thinking. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to harass you or anything…”

“Oh stop it. I’m not like those other women.” She gave me a stern look.

“No, you’re not,” I said slowly. “Are you?”

She looked into my eyes and we locked gazes. Neither of us blinked. We both stared and kept staring, waiting to see how long it could be held without someone breaking it. The waitress asked if we wanted more coffee and we both broke the look at the same time in embarrassment.

Wednesday dawned with an even harder rain. We had only short periods of electricity in the hotel, so there wasn’t much point to hanging around. We both separated again to cover the remaining locals we hadn’t gotten to yesterday. The day was one mad dash for door followed by another.

At the end of my run for the day, I saw Tracy had already finished. She was standing out by the freeway aiming her camera up the hill. I trotted out to her in the darkening rain.

“Whatcha got?” I asked.

“Up there,” she waved the camera a little. “A section of that hillside is moving.”

I scanned the hill, but saw nothing. It butted up against the freeway, though. If it slid, the road would be blocked. I took out my camera and held it at my side. I looked along the freeway, and back behind us to the hotel and the sea.

“Oh my god! Look!” Tracy screamed.

At her voice 1899 izle I had heard what sounded like a breeze of air mixed with rain. I turned to see a huge section of the hillside rushing down to the freeway. Mud and water cascaded onto the freeway as Tracy snapped what would be some fantastic candid shots. But with her eye to the camera, she couldn’t see the traffic veer wildly as it approached the now blocked road.

I could feel it. We were standing right across from the slide. The only place for those vehicles to go was where we were standing. I didn’t bother yelling, or anything. I just grabbed her around the waist and pulled hard. Without time to turn, I backpedaled hard. Of course, something was low behind me, I’m not sure what, but my heel hooked it and down we went just as a large delivery truck passed close to where we had been standing. He hit a small lake of water there as he fishtailed and we were drenched as we went down.

The truck probably would have missed us, but it would have been close. I tried my best to keep our cameras from the water, but the only way to be sure would be to get them inside. I helped Tracy up as the rain decided it wasn’t coming down hard enough and doubled in intensity. Black clouds replaced the merely dark gray ones.

We rushed back to the hotel entrance as thunder sounded in the distance. We both shook in startlement at the fury of the storm. The lights were out again but Tracy didn’t have to ask. We went to her room and I quickly toweled off the cameras like a concerned mother hen.

She said something about the muddy water on her skin. Her reminder brought it to me, too. I could feel the grit on my skin. It’s not a good feeling.

“I’m going to shower this off, okay, Matt?”

“Sure. I’ll go after you.”

“Okay,” she smiled, shivering.

While getting the grit off might have been a great idea, it wasn’t until I was in the shower after her that I realized that without electricity, the water was ice cold. I hadn’t bothered to ask her about it, because I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea. I had just brushed by her and into the bathroom.

Not only did I realize there was no electricity and thus no hot water, I realized as I got in that I had nothing to change into. I’d have to run to my room in a towel. How the hell did Tracy stand the cold? I yelped several times as I forced myself to shower off the grit.

When I got out, the towels provided no heat and no comfort. I was shivering so hard that I wondered if I was going to die. I stumbled out to tell her I’d be right back after getting some clothes. She was wrapped up in the blankets of the bed, and she didn’t answer me.

I leaned over her to make eye contact, and she looked at me from a deathly white face. Her lips were almost a brilliant blue.

I’m not sure who was more scared. Me for her and the possibility she was suffering from hypothermia, or her when she saw my panic. Both our eyes widened, mine then hers.

I clawed at her blankets. My hands touched her face and neck. Ice cold. This was not good. “You’re too cold!”

If her core temperature dropped too low, her heart could stutter and fail. I looked around wildly for a heat source, but there was no electricity. The thunder outside sounded like doom.

I fought with her to get her uncovered. She clutched to the blankets, not knowing what I was doing. I succeeded in getting her uncovered. I then dropped my towel and climbed on top of her, covering us with the blankets again.

“What are you doing?” She stuttered at me.

“If we don’t raise your temperature, you could die.” I pressed her down and covered her with my body as best I could. I arranged the blankets tightly and hoped I remembered everything. Then I remembered the joke about kissing. Kiss and heat it up. Warmth into the breathing tract will warm the hypothalamus which regulates body heating.

“Listen to me. You need warm, moist air. We have none except for what we make. Kiss me for warmth.” I lowered my mouth to her cold one. I kissed her gingerly since we were both shivering. I stopped for a second. “If I had any other way to do this, I would, okay?”

“Okay, I understand. I remember the hypothermia articles we did.”

I went back to kissing her. She kissed back and our tongues shook together. She shifted under me to get as comfortable as she could until she got warm. Never in a zillion years would I have imagined myself actually in bed with Tracy. Not just in bed, but naked, pressed against her lovely body, and our tongues roving together. So maybe it wasn’t due to romance, but I’d take what I could get before Ian locked it all away.

I’m not sure how much time had passed, but I remember coming to the realization that the kissing was warm, and fun. Our mouths had melted and were once again soft and sensuous, rather than rigid from the cold. Not only that, but some warmth was finally working through to our bones. Both of us would wiggle a little as small pockets of warmth collected. The wiggling was just not the thing for me to be doing. Our knees kept 28 korkunç gün izle knocking and my dick was getting hard.

After just a few minutes of wiggling around, my dick was solid and poking at her hip. She tried to shift around to keep comfortable, but we couldn’t find a position. All this while we were still kissing. Finally, we both realized that I was arched up trying to keep my dick from touching her and the warmth was getting away. She pulled on one leg and used it to shift me between hers.

Oh, I thought I was gonna die. I lowered myself onto her, my dick resting on her pubic bone. That was quite a bit more comfortable. We went back to kissing. I ran my hands over her head, checking for temperature, but soon I was doing it because I could get away with it.

I wasn’t the only one squirming. I would squirm when my dick started to ache from laying on a hard pubic bone, but I noticed after several minutes that Tracy was also squirming. Her hips would thrust up against mine, and then stop – almost as if she realized what she was doing. I tried to sit still and concentrate on the kissing.

Apparently, that’s what turned her on. Once I figured that, I started kissing really deep. Her hips responded energetically. I could feel her thin patch of pubic hair rubbing against the base of my dick. Unfortunately, that made the bone grind into my dick even harder.

“Ouch,” I murmured.

She froze with panic on her face. “Sorry,” she started.

“No, no, just let me get comfortable.” I raised up enough to reach my hand down. What little warmth escaped. I angled my dick down between her legs and laid back down.

We shivered together and wiggled around. That was maddening, but the warmth began to build again, quicker this time. My dick was rubbing her pussy but it wasn’t supposed to be romantic. Talk about frustrating.

“Kiss again?” She asked.

I was so frustrated, I had forgot. “Oops, sorry. Sure.”

I scooted back up to kiss her and my dick dragged against her opening and clit. I wanted to cry. I lowered my mouth over hers and she started kissing me hungrily. She probably wanted to get this all over with. In less than a month she was throwing it all away, so she probably wanted to be a good girl. As if to underscore her eagerness to hurry up, her hips began working against mine. She would have been a great lay.

I sort of lost track again kissing until a gasp escaped her lips.I quickly tried to realize if I was doing something painful. No, but our crotches were firmly pressed together and we were mutually rubbing them against each other. Her hands ran up and down my back, but not like she was feeling for warmth. In fact, there was a good deal of warmth, now, and only our feet were still cold.

I sadly acknowledged to myself that I would have to be getting off. I opted for a few last kisses. She kissed me back so eagerly and almost raised off the bed as she thrust her vagina at me. I froze for a moment as it occurred to me that she was feeling lust, too. Yes, she was indeed.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, concerned. No chatter to her teeth.

“I think we’re getting warm.”

“Oh.” Disappointment screamed from her voice.

I felt like pushing my luck. Under the pretenses of feeling for warmth, I ran my hand along her skin. I started at her head, stroked her neck, then lifted up to stroke down to her breasts. She heaved them up at me and moaned almost inaudibly as I brushed them.

If she liked it, I was going further. I circled my fingers around one nipple until I felt her start to shake. “Still cold I guess.”

“Yes, I think so,” she agreed. She pumped her hips at me and drew my head down for more kissing.

I shifted around down there until my dick was squarely rubbing up and down her moist opening. Her vagina was soft and inviting. I wanted to slide it in so bad. What would she know if I just kept shifting? When would she stop me?

I pulled up farther this time so the helmet of my dick passed over her hole. She shuddered beneath me. I leaned down and kissed her as I pushed down. The helmet passed down over her lips and she almost bit my tongue. I think she liked it, so I kept doing it.

Tracy’s red hair was almost dry and her features looked serene without make-up on. Lust had hit her face, several times. It was painted all over it. When I stopped my massage of her pussy, she continued without me. I was determined to see how far she would go, but didn’t want to ever be accused of taking advantage of her. I rolled to the side and hugged her to me. After a second, she knew what I was doing and rolled with me until I was on bottom.

She leaned down over me and kissed me as she worked her pussy back against my dick in ever-increasing desperation. I reached down to bring it forward, to lay it on my lower abdomen, and she raised enough to let me. I gazed at her beautiful body above me as she settled back down to sit on the underside of my dick. She slid back and forth on it as it laid on my lower abdomen.

Between kissing me and squirming, her hands began pulling at me. I could feel her tension mounting. She was almost frantic. I reached down again and gripped my dick. I held it up so that she was forced to work with it as a potential penetration. She worked her very wet pussy all up and down it as I held it there.

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As long as I can remember, boys, men & women have been ogling me. My name is Nicole, I am 20 years old, 5.7ft, black hair, green eyes & built like a wet dream. My best feature is definitely my double D very fuckable breasts. I love the attention & go out of my way to arouse all & sundry. I have always been able to fuck whoever I wanted except for my best friend’s dad, Mr. Kyle Donovan. He is soooo yummy!!!

He is 39 years young, 6.3 ft, black hair tinted with silver, blue eyes & a 10 inch dick as thick as a soda can. Who would not want to fuck that? Fucking him became my whole reason for living since I saw him fucking his wife one night at the pool. I could not believe his stamina & I nearly fainted when I saw his gigantic dick. His cold, bitch of a wife, refused to give him head & only agreed to fuck him if he bought her a new Mercedes. Seems to me like she was one of the best paid prostitutes & did not even deserve any of the “gifts” she received. The stupid bitch, I will fuck him for free at the drop of a hat, no incentive necessary.

I slept over at their place quite a lot & I think that Chrissie, his daughter knew of my infatuation with her father because she always tried to get us alone, together. It never worked because the step bitch must have known that given half an opportunity, I will fuck her husband blind, so she was always present whenever I was there. Chrissie hated her step mother & would have done anything in her power to break up their marriage. When opportunities are few & far between, you have to create your own.

Chrissie’s birthday party was coming up & she told me that her father were throwing her a party & that he consented to fly her & the step bitch to Italy to do some shopping as a birthday gift the day after the party. In great detail, Chrissie informed me about their flight time & said that I was welcome to stay even after they have gone. She actually made me promise to stay. In hindsight, I now know that she was trying to get the ball rolling between her father & me.

Dressed to fuck, I arrived at her party in a white, semi-transparent halter top mini dress, 4 inch stiletto’s & no underwear.

I may be a bit vain but I do know that everybody was checking me out throughout the evening, even Mr. D, Chrissie’s dad. I asked the DJ to play a long slow song when he saw Mr. D & me dancing. Mr. D was dancing with everybody & I knew that my turn would eventually come up. Very patiently I waited & when he asked me, I gave the pre arranged sign to the DJ.

Even before he pulled me tight into his arms, I felt his erection. Wow, 10 inches of thick aroused dick pressed against my pussy was making me cream. I have never been so turned on, ever! At least I now knew that I affected him similarly. Moving slowly, I guided him towards the darkest corner of the dance floor, he seemed oblivious to my nefarious plans. Taking his hand, I pulled it into the bodice of my almost non existent dress. I know that I shocked him but he did not remove his hand. Pushing konuşanlar izle into his palm, I rubbed my nipple sensuously across his rough appendage. Taking my nipple between his thumb & forefinger, he plucked roughly & had me moaning into his ear.

By now his dick was almost bursting through his trousers & I just had to feel its pulsing thickness. I softly whispered that I wish that he would fuck me with his huge dick & started squeezing it. I could feel the wet spot on his trousers where he ejaculated pre-cum, straining to achieve fulfillment. No way was I going to jack him off, if he wanted to come, he would have to ejaculate inside of my quivering pussy.

Reluctantly removing my hand from his dick, I took his breast filled hand & slid it slowly down my body. My bare pussy pulsing in anticipation! Sliding his fingers across my pussy lips, he took control & inserted two fingers inside of my sopping wet pussy. His thumb caressing my engorged clitoris, I creamed on his hand. Slowly fucking me into oblivion with his hand, the music slowly came to a halt. Fuck, not now, not when I’m about to reach the most intense climax of my life!!! Moving apart, I promised him, later…

Well, I guess that you could say that the rest of the evening was a global fuck up, me horny as shit & Mr. D trying to hide his erection from curious eyes. Deciding that I might as well go to bed when everybody started leaving, I left the party. Going to bed, I had to fingerfuck myself just to feel comfortable again. Next day I only awoke around noon. Chrissie & her step mom had already left hours ago for Italy.

Leisurely taking a shower, I had to pleasure myself again just to get the edge off. Dressing in my skimpiest bikini & boy shorts, I went downstairs to have breakfast. There were still some of last night’s guests that slept over sitting around dining room table, others were swimming, etc. Taking a breakfast roll & coffee, I went outside to work on my tan.

Parking my horny butt next to Mr. D’s lounger, I proceeded to slip off my shorts I definitely wanted a front row seat to that performance.

Finishing my meager breakfast, I could see Mr. D eyeing my ample assets. Jiggling my DD’s & slightly opening my legs to see if I could get a rise out of him, he covertly started rubbing his rising erection. Lying on my stomach, I asked him to rub suntan lotion on my backside, while slowly removing my bikini top.

Very sensuously he started massaging the suntan lotion onto my back, every now & then lightly touching the sides of my ample breasts. Turning my head to the other side, I was faced with his enormous erection right in front of my face. What a gorgeous view, his cock head could not be contained inside of his speedo & taunted me mercilessly. How I wished that we were alone & that I could suck him dry. Holy shit, this was going to drive me insane.

The whole day was dedicated to flirting & staying on the sharp edge of undiluted lust. kulüp izle By nightfall, everybody has thankfully left & I went outside again to relax in the Jacuzzi. Taking off my bikini, I slipped into the lukewarm bubbling water, knowing full well that Mr. D won’t be far behind.

Not five minutes after I came outside, Mr. D arrived with a bottle of champagne & two glasses. Taking off his robe, he still had the super sexy speedo on. He entered the Jacuzzi & sat opposite me filling the glasses. My breasts bobbing on the surface was mesmerizing him so I started playing with them. Holding a glass out to me, I asked him to stand up & bring it over to me.

I really wanted to see his big fat cock through the wet fabric of his speedo. He slowly got up & once again I saw his fat cock head peeking at me. His cock was HUGE & I loved it! When he stood in front of me, I licked my lips & moved my head nearer to his cock. I started by licking his cock head while taking the glass from him. I asked him to remove his speedo & took a sip of champagne. Champagne still in my mouth, I tried to work his cock head into my warm mouth.

It was difficult due to his size but ever so slowly I succeeded. Fucking his cock with my mouth, I deep throated him I did my best suck job ever. Sucking, deep throating & humming till he came in great spurts in my mouth while roaring his pleasure. Cum leaking from my juicy suck lips I cleaned him off completely.

Slowly he sank back into the water next to me & pulled me on top of his lap.

At this stage I was so horny I just wanted to fuck but Mr. D had other plans for me. He kissed me senseless while finger fucking my pussy. I moved closer to his cock & it was hard again.

Fuck me Mr.D, Fuck me hard!

Baby, call me Kyle & I will fuck you, but first I want to have a taste of this juicy pussy.

Oh Kyle, I need your big fat cock inside of me, now!

No Baby, stand up, let me taste you. Slowly he pulled me up so that I stood open over him, my pussy bared in all its creamy glory.

Sucking my cunt lips into his mouth while fingering me with three fingers had me climax almost immediately.

I’m cumming, oh fuck yeah I am going to spurt my cream into your mouth…

Give it to me baby, I need your honey on my tongue.

I hoped that we would get to fuck now, but once again he started licking my pussy. Fluttering his tongue between my cunt lips, pushing his erect tongue deep into my pussy & then sucking my clit, WTF? This was way too much sensation for a horny slut on the edge of raping any man.

Suck me Kyle, I want to cream into your mouth again, oh please baby….

Screaming my second release, I grinded his mouth into my spurting pussy.

Slowly lowering me onto his lap again, his enormous fat cock rubbed against my very sensitive clit. What do you know, I came again…

Kyle did not stop, taking my ass cheeks into his hands; he rubbed my pussy against his cock until lady voyeur izle we were groaning again.

Do you want me to fuck you now baby? You have been teasing me for years & now I will fuck you senseless. I want you screaming my name when you cum, okay baby?

Anything Kyle, please just ram you big fat juicy cock into my pussy, I want you to fuck me so hard that I can’t walk tomorrow. Fuck me now!

Lifting me, he turned & placed my hands on the rim of the Jacuzzi, while coaxing my legs apart. Pushing his cock between my legs but only rubbing my clit with his cock nearly had me out of my mind.

Please Kyle, I need your cock now, I begged. Please, please, please… Fuck me now.

Taking his cock in one hand, he only entered hic cock head, swirled it around my pussy, then withdrawing completely.

I was going insane. Never have I ever felt so in lust. I swear, I would have fucked just about anything in my mindless state.

Kyle pulled my back against his torso & told me how hard he was going to fuck me. His cock still rubbing against my pussy & his hands exploding against my engorged nipples. Pushing my tits up so that I could suck them had him bucking wildly against me. I knew that I had to have his cock inside of me soon so I started rubbing my clit then inserting my cum soaked fingers into his mouth. That did it…

Roughly pushing me forward again, no warning, he rammed his 10 inch fat cock inside of my tight pulsing pussy. Pain & pleasure mingled in my overly sensitized body.

Do you like my big fat cock inside of you baby, fucking your pussy so hard? You drive me insane with need baby, I don’t want to stop fucking you, ever.

Oh please Kyle, don’t stop, don’t ever stop, but I knew that we weren’t going to last long.

I love your cock baby, shoot your cum deep inside of me, I need to feel your juices boiling in my stomach. Shoot it now, I am cummingggg….!!!

Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, I am fucking you so hard, my cum is starting to spurt…..

Fuuuccckkk!!!!

Slamming hard into me, he kept his spurting cock against the opening of my cervix. Orgasm after orgasm rushed through me. Coherent thought fled & I could only hang on until he was wrung dry.

Eventually he sat down with his still spurting cock inside of me, pushing me up & down his still hard cock & fingering my clit. Another, smaller orgasm had me milking the last juices from his cock. I could not believe it. I stopped counting the number of orgasms I had. I have been well & truly fucked.

Gently he turned my lips to his seeking mouth & gave me the softest most erotic kiss of my life.

Baby, I have never experienced anything as mind blowing as tonight. I will never give you up & I won’t stop fucking you, is that clear?

Yes Kyle, I would have kept on trying to seduce you if you did not want to continue after tonight. I can’t lose this; I think I am addicted to you.

Good baby, my wife can go to hell for all I care, the frigid bitch, I can’t stand her anymore.

I know babe but don’t leave her yet, I love the thrill of doing this behind her back. I want to fuck you while she is in the same house as us. I want to play with your cock while she sits across from us at the dining room table & feel you cum into my hand. I want to…..

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Part 1 – Meeting Greg

My aunt Margaret works as a masseur and gets to know some really interesting people. Such as the time when she had a really handsome client, Greg, who engaged her service for what she calls testicular massage.

Now my aunt has got this fabulous sets of tits, her cup size is DD and she’s popular with male clients. She revealed that younger guys in their 20s seem to enjoy her company too, as she will sometimes notice an erection under the towel. That could have been so embarrassing for the guy, but she’s got this ability to put people at ease and turn that into an ice breaker that leads to other topics, such as relationship problems with their girlfriends, or even premature ejaculation. She’s in her mid 40s and does have a thing or 2 to teach these young guys. Maybe they find it easier to open up to her because of her motherly manner. But this story isn’t about her DD cups. It’s about this technique which she has developed for helping guys overcome premature ejaculation. PE means that the guy doesn’t have good control and ejaculates earlier than he wishes to during sex. If his ejaculation can be delayed, he doesn’t go limp yet and the fun can continue. So this therapy, as she calls it, is really important .

I was really curious and eager to know if it is really possible to strengthen and prolong the erection through massage. She told me about this squeeze technique where she would grasp the guy’s cock with one hand and give a firm squeeze at a certain spot, which if done correctly can kill the urge to cum. I got quite wet hearing this because I really enjoy giving a good handjob. I really love how when I bring a guy into ecstasy he can’t help but respond to my touch when I press the right buttons. I find it to be very satisfying to explore and find his buttons and gain control over his cock. So now I have one more button to play with and I can stop the guy from ejaculating so I can continue playing with him? I’ve heard of this squeeze technique, but until now this is just something I’ve read about on the internet. Now that I’ve got an experienced practitioner who is willing to coach me on this, I’m really eager to give it a try.

I was overseas and visiting Aunt Margaret in Australia at that time and didn’t have my boyfriend with me. Where am I going to find a cooperative cock to practice on? Obviously we felt it wasn’t right to let me practice on my uncle. I was staying with my aunt and I would start my tours from there. One evening she told me that she has this client who is open to a joint therapy session, do I still want to do the practice? He’s more or less my age and quite an ok guy, so maybe I won’t find it too much of a chore to do the therapy with him. I scraped my sightseeing plans without hesitation to join her!

My jaw almost dropped when I saw how good-looking Greg is! He has these beautiful brown eyes framed by long eye lashes! I could hardly believe my good fortune! He looks good enough to be a model. Have I ever seen him on some magazine before?? He’s just my type, the kind that I would love to fuck, or give a good handjob to any day! And now he is here for us to play with his cock. No it’s not a chore at all! I was busy admiring his good looks and dreaming of stealing a kiss from him, can I be blamed for not paying attention all the way? It’s like a wild fantasy come true! He was also busy admiring my legs while we sat on chairs during Aunt’s briefing on how the therapy was going to be. It was the right choice to wear a miniskirt today!

“Greg, this is to recap what we’ve discussed yesterday. The only way to overcome premature ejaculation is through training.” Aunt Margaret told us. “How this is done is for you to masturbate and get to the verge of ejaculating, and practice the techniques for the empress izle holding back and not cum. When you can’t take it anymore, we will use the squeeze technique to stop the urge to cum and help you regain control, and you can rest a while before you try again. I will be observing you to see if you need help, but you should also sound off if you’re really struggling to hold back. OK? The idea is that you should not ejaculate, because if you can’t get hard again, you can’t train. So don’t tell only after you’ve started ejaculating, that’d be too late… We need to stop you before you get to that point of no return. To do this, we will grasp your erection and squeeze it at a certain spot to stop the urge to cum. Try not to feel violated… You will need to trust us and be very open with us on where your limits are. We will experience and stretch your limits with you.”

Greg looked at her awkwardly. At age 22, he’s a young stud, full of lust and you will expect him to have a lot of pride over his cock. He was so embarrassed to tell us that he lasts only 2 minutes when he penetrates his girlfriend. It must have been difficult for him to confess to having a problem like this and to seek help. And help is in the form of being watched while he cums and being told what he is doing wrong. His inadequacy will be on display and under our scrutiny. And now a younger woman (me) is going to teach him how to handle his cock. This can’t be easy for him. I really enjoyed observing him squirm in embarrassment, though I kept quiet and didn’t tease him. I found his shy smile to be very endearing. Let me assure you that I’m seriously intending to help him and not just have fun at his expense. I feel sorry for him and sincerely hope he does learn better control and last longer when he has sex.

“I guess so.” Greg shrugged his shoulders and tried to look cool about it. “You’ve told me that I need a partner to squeeze for me. Is Jenny going to be doing this?”

“Yes, Jenny will be doing most of the squeezing since you’ve kindly agreed to let her do her training on you. I will do a demo to show her how to do the squeeze, and she will practice it on you. I will be here to supervise the whole session, and I will be passing on tips to help you with your training. You need to work hard at not ejaculating, so you should focus on the holding back and leave the rest to her. Let her do the arousal for you as well, unless you mind having an attractive girl like Jenny masturbate for you? No? That’s good. She will keep you on the edge of ejaculating, you work at not cumming. How does that sound?”

He grinned sheepishly, looking at my face, my tits and my miniskirt. I was wearing a button down tank top with the top button off. I shifted in my chair and leaned forward a little so he can have a better view down my cleavage. I wouldn’t want him to say he prefer my aunt to wank him!

“You don’t mind helping me, do you?” He asked me.

I don’t mind at all! I’m so looking forward to seeing how he will react to my touch, and finding his buttons and learning how to make him squirm with pleasure. I will be teasing him and pushing him to his limits, at the same time encouraging him to hold back and not cum. What a delightful torture that will be! This will be a very intimate experience for us, even more than a normal handjob, because we will see him at his most vulnerable and helpless state when he is on the brink of cumming, and fighting for control over his cock, struggling not to cum while I’m pushing his buttons. I’m so looking forward to making him surrender and blow his load in my hands! I’m 2 years younger than he is and I’m going to train him on controlling his cock!

“You are kind enough to let me practice on… the endless night izle you…,” I said to him as sweetly as I could, “So I think it’s the least I can do! I’d be glad to help you with your training. Aunt is teaching me how to do the squeeze. But I think I know how to make you cum…”

I tried to look confident and have an assuring manner, as if I’m a professional, just like Aunt said I should. He is going to entrust his jewels to us and we should make him feel like he is in good hands. Greg shrugged again and said OK. I don’t think he has realised yet that he is going to give me tremendous control over him during the therapy later on. I’m sure he knows that despite his best attempt to resist my teasing, he’s going to ejaculate helplessly in my hands eventually. Talk about helplessness and inevitability! But maybe he doesn’t realise how much I’m looking forward to this. I wonder if he will feel violated if he knows!

Aunt Margaret is done with the briefing and asked, “Greg, do you need to pee? You can’t cum and pee at the same time and if you have a full bladder, it’s going to interfere with your ability to control your ejaculation.”

“I’ve peed before the briefing, I’m good to go.”

“I hope you’ve washed your penis really clean, cos I’m going to touch it later on!” I quipped cheekily. Should I offer to help him wash it?

But Greg insisted that he has washed it already. He went behind a screen in a corner of the room so he could disrobe in privacy. I would have enjoyed seeing him strip, if he hadn’t minded. I confessed to Aunt Margaret that he is so cute and I will be so happy to work on him! She smiled at me knowingly and warned me not to get too carried away later and push Greg too hard. We’re about the same age and she’s sure he finds me attractive too, so she thinks he can’t take much teasing from me. He probably can’t cum more than 2 or 3 rounds, so I shouldn’t make him cum too fast and waste his shots. Greg soon walked back naked to the bed where we were waiting, holding his clothes in his hand. His cock was already semi-hard but still hanging down and swung prettily as he walked. His balls were a little low hanging, and they made a nice pendulum, very eye-catching. He looks like a statue of a greek god, with a nicely buffed body, chiselled mid-section and good sized genitals! He looks good enough to be a swimwear or underwear model! I will be happy to get my hands on his well-defined “6-pack” abdominal muscles, not just his cock. He caught me gawking at him and raised his eyebrows and looked a little embarrassed. I hope I wasn’t drooling yet!

He got onto the bed and made himself comfortable. There was a pillow under his head so that he could see how we ravish, ahem, train his cock later on. Standing just beside him, I had a good view of his cock. I leaned against the side of the bed and held on, my hands inches away from his exposed stiffy, very much within reach. It was only half grown and wasn’t so erect yet that it was pointing stiffly. I enjoyed seeing the heavy blood-filled shaft flop around as he adjusted himself.

Then I realised what was different. The cock head is already completely exposed – this cock has been circumsized! This is the first time I’m seeing (and soon, touching) a circumsized cock in real life, and it does look really good with no foreskin covering the head even while it’s only half erect. Years later, I still have a preference for circumsized cocks, and I think this session with Greg had a very strong influence on me. I stood on his right side and Aunt Margaret on his left. He saw us move up close to him and smiled at us awkwardly. Following Aunt’s lead, I placed my hands behind my back.

“Feeling all right?” Aunt Margaret the english izle asked. “I’m going to touch your penis now, and I’ll be putting lots of oil on it to avoid having friction. We don’t want you to have too much sensation yet, so I’ll be starting slow and I will build up the sensation gradually. This is for us to explore your sensitivity and find out how much sensation to give you. I’ll start, Jenny will observe for a while and then take over. Ok?”

And with that, Aunt Margaret lubricated her hands quite thoroughly and then ran the back of her finger along the side of his cock. It twitched a little at being touched for the first time. Greg’s face remained impassive, his beautiful eyes staring at the ceiling, determined to ignore the hand teasing his cock. She then ran her fingertips along the top side, then underneath, then grasped the shaft near the root with her thumb, index and middle fingers, and pulled it gently, letting it slide along her slippery fingers. She would reapply oil to her fingertips before doing this pull again, and repeated several times. She rotated her wrist so that she is touching different parts of the penis each time and putting oil all over it such that it is now gleaming very nicely. Greg’s penis jerked to life obediently with each pull, pointing higher and extending longer and looks pretty stiff by now.

“Now Greg, I’m going to be touching your glans.” Aunt Margaret told Greg. “That’s the exposed head of the penis and is the most sensitive part. You should be more or less fully erect now and your glans will be a lot more sensitive than before. This will make you very aroused and push you towards an ejaculation. So I need you to relax and get used to the sensation. Try not to think about it, because the anticipation can sometimes cause a guy to cum faster.”

“Jenny, I want you to pay attention to his reaction when I touch his glans. If he looks like he is too tensed up and going to blow soon, I’m going to stop and let him rest and calm down. I want you to pay attention when you do it later so you don’t overdo it. Don’t make him cum too early.”

She took more oil and dripped it onto the cock head. Then very gently trailed the tip of her index finger over the head, from the fat part of the crown to almost the pee hole, back onto the fat head, followed the contour and circled around it a few times. All this while Greg was gripping the side of the couch, it’s obvious that his cock head is very sensitive and the sensations are getting to him. Watching him being teased slowly by my aunt, I can feel myself getting wet, and I haven’t even touched him yet!

I had been watching how big his cock is going to grow to, and it’s a pretty good size already. It should be completely erected by now. It’s straight, without much irregularities or features, and some veins at the sides. On the whole it looks very presentable. I would even describe it as a “textbook” sample of what a cock should look like. His pubic hair is short and neatly trimmed, but thick and will be very bushy if he had not trimmed it. His cock is not overly huge, but it’s a good size and is going to be very much a handful for me later on. I could be a little biased, but I think it’s the perfect size for his height and build. I’m definitely not disappointed.

Aunt Margaret grasped the cock with one hand and gave a few slow pumps.

“How are you, Greg? Is this making you very tense? Are you going to blow? Remember to sound off if you feel yourself getting too aroused and unable to hold back. Now I’m going to do the squeeze on you so you know what it feels like. I’m going to let you try it now, before you get too aroused.”

She placed her thumb on the underside of the penis, her index finger on the other side, just below the glans. Then she squeezed, and Greg gave a soft grunt. She held it for a while until he relaxed. She told us that Greg’s cock head is very sensitive and that I should be careful with it. But I will need to touch it later on as part of the therapy, since it will enter the vagina first and Greg needs to get used to the sensation.

And on to round 1.

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Writers Note: All of these stories are real, from my experiences. I share them here because I have no other place to share them, it would be considered creepy in polite society. I don’t try to describe the details of the girls to the Nth degree. I allow the reader to fill in some details based upon their personal likes and dislikes, that’s what I do when I read your stories… The only thing that have been changed are names and addresses.

This is a follow up to my three part series of Massage Choices in Houston, you should probably read them first.

I feel like I have to circle back and explain that, while I thought My Spa was an exception to the rule, Heaven is currently breaking all the rules. AND I LOVE IT.

When I explained about Heaven, I said that they have the higher door fee, and are in an upscale area, so full service is not (typically) offered. It happened once but it was disappointing and I never saw her again. Well, it happened a few times recently, so I figured I would give a post script.

*****

AMY

About two months ago, I stopped in on a Friday afternoon and Amy was assigned to give me a one hour massage. She is younger than typical for this place, and very pretty. She had on baggy clothes, so I couldn’t really see her body.

I thought that her massage would be different, since when she started she used a completely different body position. Typically the masseuse keeps her body perpendicular to you when she is doing your ass and lower back. Her knees will often contact your side.

Amy lined up alongside me, so there was much more skin to skin contact. She wore a long baggy shirt above a loose skirt. When she kneeled she pulled up her skirt, so her legs contacted my body more than normal.

Next, because of this position, she would stretch out when trying to reach my upper back, this would cause her to rub her tits on my back. Eventually she sat on my ass to continue to work my back. I could feel she just had a thong between her pussy and my ass. When my back was done, she slid backwards and straddled one of my legs, while she massaged my ass.

She went right for it. After just a minute or two she started reaching under and rubbing my balls and then my cock. The massage was over, now it was just foreplay.

Pretty soon she had one hand reaching under me, while the other rubbed my back. She had to lean forward for this. I was reaching my hands back to feel whatever I could. It was then I realized that while baggy, her shirt had a big hole at the top for her head, and I was able to reach in and play with her tits. They were encased in flimsy red lingerie. They felt great, really great, I couldn’t wait to see them.

Finally she stopped, climbed off and whispered in my ear what I have been waiting for. “Please roll over.” I didn’t delay, and she didn’t delay in restarting my hand job.

After a few minutes I realized I needed a pause, so I didn’t finish early, so I got up on my knees to face her directly. I reached down and started to remove her shirt. She didn’t stop me, so I continued. I could now see her large D cup tits, in her red lingerie. The lingerie was pretty, but not pretty enough to block my full view of her tits. It came right off with no protest from Amy. While I was at it, I tried to lower her skirt. I said I was going to just keep stripping her until she stopped me. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and thong. This is where she stepped in. She was ok with the skirt, but not the tiny see though thong she was wearing.

Once I got the skirt off she sat back and took one of her hands and started rubbing her pussy. She wagged the fingers on her other hand at me in a no – no fashion. So I knew the limits, the thong wasn’t coming off.

However, this didn’t mean that we were going to go back to the hand job either. She had me lay down on my back and wrapped her tits around my cock. Then she laid down so her tits were on my cock, and her head was on my belly.

She then started a move that I had only ever read about. A full body contact slide. She would slide her tits up to my face, while her crotch rubbed up the length of my cock. Then she would reverse until her mouth got down to selling the hamptons izle my cock. Here she would grab it and stroke it a few times with her lips just at the head. Then she would slide up again. During each slide my cock would traverse her entire body, from her mouth, through her tits, to her pussy.

This body slide kept up for a few minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I blew my load mid slide. Just as her tits were re-wrapping them around my cock. It was mind blowing.

This visit was so unbelievable that I called ahead two weeks later, to see if I could request Amy. I asked if she would be available at three. The guy on the phone said he would have to see and call me back. Five minutes later he called me back and accepted the appointment.

I thought this was strange, he had the appointment book right in front of him. As it turns out, she was not scheduled for work at that time. He called her and asked if she could make the appointment. When I got there I actually parked next to her. She remembered me, and we walked in together.

I paid at the desk, and she showed me to my room. But instead of dropping me off to get naked she stayed with me. I started stripping down as she took her winter gear off. (It was Houston in February – it is never that cold, but people from here still wear winter coats, scarves, and hats…)

She was not in a typical massage outfit. She was in a puffy one piece jumper that did not look like something you would want to get massage oil on. But I stripped, and laid down. She started the massage, but it was only 15 minutes before the hand job started.

It started with her caressing and grabbing my balls. Soon I was on all fours getting milked. It was incredible, but it was too early in the hour to blow my load. I already knew she would stop the massage after the orgasm, and just cuddle.

I had a goal of getting her naked this time. When I stopped the milking I kneeled next to her and started to unzip the jumper. I started saying that “Last time I stripped you to your thong, this time I want to take the thong off too.”

However I didn’t have to. She was naked under the jumper, so within 10 seconds of starting to lower the zipper, she was on her back with her legs spread wide.

I could not believe my luck. With my and mouth, I went right for the tits, and started rubbing my dick on her slit. Let me describe her tits a bit. She is a relatively small frame Chinese woman, with great D cup tits. The really didn’t sag at all, but they didn’t feel fake. After three sessions I have handled these puppies so much, if they were fake, I would have noticed.

She seemed ready and interested in fucking. I agreed to her outlandish tip request. I asked her if she had a condom, and she said no. It didn’t seem to give her pause, but I actually had one. I got up from the bed, crossed the room and got the condom out of my pocket. I slipped it on, and slipped right between her legs.

She was so young, beautiful, and tight I was in heaven, but I knew it would not last for long. She had been teasing me for fifteen minutes, I was close to finishing. I just tried to pound as hard and fast as I could to get in as good of a ride as possible. In only a few minutes she was cleaning me up.

I would typically expect her to get dressed, and do a little more massage, since we had time left in our hour. Instead, she wanted to snuggle. She stayed naked and laid down with me. This was actually a little awkward. I didn’t want to get up, since I paid for an hour and had a beautiful naked girl in my arms, but my dick was deflated, so we were not going to have sex again.

A month later I had a severely pulled muscle, and I tried to schedule her for 90 minutes. I was hoping for an hour massage, and then sex. But she was not available and I met Coco.

Coco was also way younger than the typical masseuse at Heaven. She was at least as pretty as Amy, however it is hard to say that anyone’s tits could be more perfect than Amy’s.

Coco came in to massage me, and I did my typical move and rolled onto my back and sat up, while naked.

I showed her my radically inflamed left sense8 izle quad, and asked her to spend some time on it. I sat there naked, while the two of us discussed the swelling in my left quad vs my right. She ran her hands from both of my knees up to my crotch a few times. My left leg was in pain, but when she got to my crotch, my attention changed…

I was hoping that she would work on my leg first, and then do the relaxing massage, but that didn’t happen.

She asked me to roll over on my belly in order to start the massage. She spent a half of an hour massaging my back, and the back of my legs. Then she asked me to roll over.

Once I did, she wasted no time to start playing with my dick. I tried to feel her up, and she started saying “This is our first time together, I don’t know you.” What she was really saying is “How much of a tip will you give me”.

Honestly I was in a lot of pain with my leg, so I wasn’t looking for full service. But I really wanted to get her topless, and maybe naked. I kept saying, no sex, just topless. She quoted a really high number but I refused just to get her topless. We negotiated to a final price. It was agreed she would get fully naked – the cost difference between that and topless was about $20.

I got off the massage bed and retrieved the money from my wallet. She was standing next to the bed when I paid her. I spun her around so she faced me, and started stripping her. I lifted her baggy shirt, and was very happy with the bra encased tits that were presented to me. I then went for the yoga pants and lowered them. I took the thong off next.

I guided Coco back onto the bed, but she was really acting strange. She seemed to be trying to protect herself from me fucking her, even though we agreed to not having sex, just having her nude. This was really awkward. All I wanted was access to the tits, and she was curling up in a ball.

I finally ran through the previous negotiations in my mind and realized we were only $20 away from the Full Service price. So while I didn’t come here hoping to fuck her, $20 would make the time more enjoyable.

I said “Hang on, if I pay you the $160 (instead of $140) we can have sex?”

She said “yes.”

I got up again, followed my hard on to my wallet and got out $20 more. This changed the entire experience. She started stroking me and finally laid down on her back with her legs open for me.

I climbed between her legs, ready to push my dick in and then I asked “do you have a condom?”

She said, to my surprise “No. So make sure you are careful.” Well that was a great invitation to fuck her bareback, but caution took over, and I retrieved a condom from my pocket. My experience with Amy made me realize I should carry one…

I put the condom on, and Coco turned into a tiger, which was far away from where she was $20 ago. She grabbed my cock and pushed it into her. She then grabbed onto my shoulders and helped push on every thrust. She was into it so much and so loud I thought management would come in.

But they didn’t interrupt us and we were able to pound away like this for five minutes, before I came and almost collapsed in exhaustion.

She took the condom off and wrapped it up in tissues and said she would get in trouble if anyone saw it, so I had to take it with me. She proceeded to wrap it up until it was the size of a softball.

We were only about 40 minutes into my hour, so I laid on my back and she started working on my sore leg. I wished we got this over with before the sex, since it hurt so much. She was successful in reducing the pain and the swelling, so I guess it was a win-win.

Since then I have been getting too many massages. They seem to help the leg. I had a 4 hand at My spa (the place that does not give happy endings) I sat their naked explaining to an experienced woman, and a trainee how much my leg hurt. The trainee did the lower half of my body and didn’t realize she was supposed to cover my junk with a towel. When the other woman realized this it sounded like she chastised her in Chinese. I didn’t mind hanging out.

I recently had two more times with Amy. Neither time did we have sex. My leg had almost sewer divers izle healed and I reinjured it. So I went back in a lot of pain and had her massage it. Yesterday I went back again. She made a lot of improvement at the previous visit, and now my pain and swelling were reduced, but still there.

This time she welcomed me and remembered me. She asked me how my leg was, and remembered how it was wrapped up last time. She left the room, and I got naked and laid on my back instead of my belly.

She seemed surprised when she entered the room, but I sat up to talk to her about my leg. She came onto the massage bed and started feeling up my upper left leg, from the knee to the hip, and reached back to my ass to see if those muscles were sore – which they were from limping. She would also reach over and rub my right leg to compare it. Of course from her angle, she would rub her forearms against my cock every time she reached for the other leg. I wasn’t complaining. I asked her to massage the leg first, so we would have the painful part first, then the relaxing part. She agreed.

She then proceeded to work my quad for at least 30 minutes, without covering my cock with the towel for more than a few minutes total. Every once in a while she would rub it with a forearm. She would make it look inadvertent, but she was just trying to keep its attention.

This massage hurt, but it was needed.

After she finished my leg, she had me roll onto my stomach, and started my back. We only had 30 minutes left, so if she was going to massage my back and give me a happy ending we were pressed for time.

She didn’t disappoint. Ten minutes in she started reaching under to rub my cock. Once she got it hard she rolled me onto my back. I immediately started stripping her, and had her naked in a minute. My god, I will never tire of those tits. They are perfection.

There was no negotiating, so I assumed sex was off the table. Just as well since my leg hurt.

She started giving me a great hand job while I played with her tits and ass. I stopped her a few times so I could back away from the edge of coming. Each time I knelt up to face her. I would embrace her and feel her up some more. The second time I laid her on her back. She kept her legs closed, so I moved up so I was kneeling next to her tits.

All the while she was still stroking me.

I don’t know where the request came from but I asked if I could come on her tits. I have never requested that before. Her face may have been better, but I didn’t ask for that. I assumed I would finish myself off while she laid there, but no.

She got up on one elbow and enveloped my dick in her large pillowy tits. She kept rubbing me with her hands and tits until I came. I almost got it in her face, but managed to contain myself to her upper chest and tits.

Wow, it felt great. I collapsed down onto my back while she got up, cleaned herself off, and then cleaned me off.

A final few visit to briefly discuss…

I have actually been a little less than pleased with the overall experience a few times with Amy, since we got to the point where we would jump to the happy ending with no massage. Once she entered the room with me, stripped down while I striped, and then went right into a hand job.

Recently we went at it for ten minutes, but after I finished all she seemed to want to do was cuddle. After ten minutes, she tried to get me hard again. I wished her luck, I am a little old for that. I instead asked her to do more massage. I flipped on my stomach and she massaged me until the 50 minute mark, and then tried to get me hard again.

This time she was successful. It took more effort than usual, but she did get me to cum a second time in that hour.

I now realize I have to manage her time better. I just booked her in advance for a 90 minute session. When we entered the room and each started to strip, I said I had two rules for the day.

1 Lets use the first 30 minutes to fool around until I cum, and then

2 Lets use the remainder of the time with the massage, but I wanted her to get me to come a second time at the end, since she raised the bar so high the previous visit.

It worked well. In five minutes I was in between her legs banging away. Not in her pussy, but just above it with her oiled hands cradling my cock. With that out of the way, she gave me a great massage, and finished up with a hand job. I will try to effectively manage the time with her like this in the future.

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“Ok thank you, see you in 2 weeks”

Laura closes the door and flicks the sign to closed as she waves off her last client of the week. She’s worked five 12 hour shifts this week, the other beautician is on holiday and she is very much looking forward to the bottle of bubbles she bought at lunchtime that have been sat in the work fridge, teasing her all afternoon. That will have to wait a bit longer though, the salon needs a spruce up and the till needs cashing up.

Laura senses, rather than feels, movement behind her and very quickly a pair of strong arms reach round her waist and pull her tight. She’s startled but when she feels a pair of lips of her neck this fast fades into a tingly excitement. He breathes in her scent and whispers, “I thought she was never going to leave”

She’s taken by surprise. This voice is familiar but not at all who she was expecting. Regardless; the power in his arms, the adrenaline and his soft lips on her neck, makes her melt back into him. She already knows she will give herself to whatever this familiar stranger has planned.

Her senses are heightened, she feels a strange sensation from her neck that runs down her chest, over her breasts and down to her groin where she can feel a wetness beginning. She starts to smell him, a scent she recognises from long ago. It’s rekindling something in her, distant memories full of excitement, passion, pleasure and new experiences.

He’s holding Laura hard against him as he kisses her neck, his strong hands on her hips, massaging her flesh, with what seems like a lifetime of tension. Her body takes over her mind and she swings her hips forward to reaches behind her. She feels his naked flesh and slides her hands down to his belt buckle, grabbing at it. I her flustered state, she can’t quite undo it and attempts to escape his grip to turn round and gain access.

He laughs, “No, stay like that” as he runs his hands upwards, effortlessly lifting her top. She raises her arms and leans her head into him seductively as he lifts it over her head discarding it on the salon floor. She can feel his fingers running down her arms, goosebumps form on her burning skin but in her state of arousal she is intoxicated by the sensation.

His breathing is quickening, his hands are on her breasts, clawing at the bra which is giving little secretion to the fact her nipples are erect with excitement. She groans, pushing back onto him as he teasingly pinches them between his thumb and finger through the flimsy lace.

The pace quickening, their breathing deeper as these two lovers from long ago realise there is no turning back. He slides one hand round her back and holds her firm with the wolf like me izle other. Within seconds her bra is undone and drops to the floor. His hands, once again, find her sensitive exposed nipples, he is biting her neck, attempting to devour her as the passion rises. With no instruction, she reaches down, undoes and discards her trousers, and shoes. She attempts to remove her panties but he grabs her hand, “Leave them on”.

Running his hands up Laura’s body, he grabs her hands, placing them on the wall and instructs her firmly “Don’t move”. He kisses her neck once more, his hands desperately exploring her breasts, her stomach and teasing the waistband of her knickers.

He gasps as she feels his hand slip inside her knickers for the first time in many years. She wantonly grinds herself against his clearly excited groin, feeling his hardness pressed against her firm bum cheeks. Tilting her head right back, he lifts his and for the first time in a very long time, she sees those eyes. The dark burning eyes she has dreamed about, longed for and even obsessed over for so many years. They kiss passionately as his fingers explore her, feeling her wetness he runs one finger over her hugely sensitive clit. Laura pulls away from their erotic embrace, this passionate kiss and looks him dead in the eye. With what is barely a whispers, nearly pleading with him, “Fuck me, Sean”.

With a wry smile, his dark eyes staring into hers, he turns her head back to the wall and instructs her once more, “Stay there”.

She hears his belt being removed, his zip undoing and his jeans sliding to the floor. He takes her in his arms again and despite his instructions she reaches back and finally, feels him. Hard, long and thick. She feels a rush of excitement, of passion; her arousal reaching levels not felt in so long. She doesn’t just want him now, she needs him. He roughly pulls her knickers to one side and can finally feel the full extent of her wetness as he massages her sensitive folds. But it’s not enough, she has to have him inside her and now.

She raises her hips, guiding the swollen head of his cock to her pussy, she’s not even breathing, her entire being is focussed on drinking in this glorious sensation. Feeling him resting against her, knowing that they are just one carnal movement from things never being the same again.

Luxuriously, wantonly, passionately and effortlessly he thrusts his hips and begina to fill her. She had almost forgotten how good the hot sensation flooding through her pussy felt. A feeling only he has ever given her, his cock so long and thick and her pussy so tight around him, they were and still wolf pack izle are the perfect fit.

The pleasure from this lustful act after so long and after so much tension and teasing causes Laura to cry out as an orgasm rips through her body before Sean is even fully inside her. This unexpected climax makes her knees buckle and her full weight is on Sean’s arms. This provides him with not only a fantastic view but enables him to be entirely inside her, their bodies feeling like they are one. Gaining the strength back in her legs, he holds her hips as she leans forward, hands flat to the wall and head being thrown around in ecstasy. He can feel how wet she is, he knows she wants it hard, and fast. But not wanting this to be over too quickly, he slowly withdraws before even more slowly pushing back into her tight wetness.

“Taste yourself” he says, more of a command than a request. In one swift movement she pulls herself from him and drops to her knees, his glory, slick from her orgasm right in her face. With no hands she takes him into her mouth, tasting her own sweet juices on him. Looking up at him through her long lashes as his cock fills her mouth. This drives Sean wild, knowing that taste is entirely down to him and as his cock hits the back of her throat and her tongue expertly massages his balls, he has to pull away momentarily to stop his own orgasm coming too quickly.

She senses he is close, she can taste a tiny trickle of salty precum on the tip of his swollen cock. She stands up and for the first time they can see each other properly. She smiles coyly, she’d told him again and again this would never happen, but knew all along she would give in eventually. Their tongues entwine in a lust filled, raw passionate kiss and they both relish the taste of both his pre cum and Laura’s own orgasm.

Their hands explore each other’s bodies like they fear at any moment the other could be taken away again. He places his hands either side of her face and tells her “Lay down, there’s something I should have been doing every day for the last 16 years”.

Knowing his intention and hearing those words causes a surge of juices between her legs. She quickly grabs a clean towel from the counter next to her, and throws it down on the floor, before laying herself down on top of it. He relishes the sight of her there before him, her neat pussy completely exposed to him. Kneeling at her feet, he starts by kissing her perfectly manicured pink toes, gently massaging her tired feet. He kisses her ankles, his hands running further up her calves, his kisses and his tongue quickly following up the length of her smooth, gorgeous legs. Before woman of the dead izle long his hands are on her stomach, his kisses are on her inner thighs. She is shaking with anticipation as his tongue crosses the crease of her thigh and for the first time he pushes his tongue into her amazing wetness. This taste drives him absolutely insane and he thinks to himself just how much waiting, the anticipation, the teasing and the occasional disappointment is all completely worth it to be there in that moment.

Laura is in heaven as she feels his tongue exploring her, probing her and finding the right spots, she feels his fingers move round in search of that magic spot, her clit. Not willing to waste a second she places his fingers on the spot she likes, the spot she has rubbed to orgasm dozens of times while thinking of this exact scenario and it’s all she can do to not cum that second. His tongue inside her, his fingers on her clit, it’s far more than he could ever have expected. He licks up her sweet silky juices eagerly, moaning as he does so. His own cock positively throbbing and aching to be inside her again. Her pussy is so wet, it’s not long before he feels her begin to tense up as another orgasm builds, “Oh god Sean, don’t stop please!”. He increases the pace and curls his tongue upwards to reach her g spot just as she releases an amazing surge of cum into his mouth. He rubs her clit frantically, her orgasm seeing to last forever. Grabbing his hand, she stops him, the sensation too much. She needs a moment to compose herself ready for what’s to follow.

He moves up behind her, their sweaty bodies fitting together perfectly as he spoons against her. She still hasn’t recovered but Sean has other ideas, he grabs her hips and lifts her leg with his. Once more sliding himself into her. The juices from her orgasm allowing him to enter her tightness hard and fast. She grits her teeth at first, he’s so big but sensing his absolute animal desire, she pushes back against him as he thrusts into her. His trusts are fast, deep and hard. She’s in heaven as their bodies writhe together. Finally, he is fucking her as she dreamed of, as they both did. The depravity, the rawness and the naughtiness of this is driving them both insane and it’s not long before Sean can feel his own orgasm building. He thrusts, if possible, even harder and as he tenses, Laura feels the first of Sean’s orgasm hit and release into her. The sensation of being filled with hot load tips her over the edge once more and she cums one final time. The throb of his cock teasing every last ounce of pleasure from her and in return her tensing pussy milking the last of his load. In the final throes of their orgasm, they feel finally again like they are one. Still inside her, Sean kisses her neck, pulls her tight and says “That was everything and more than I could have dreamed of. Who’d have thought that me writing you a short story would lead us to this”

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As I said before I lived by a Truck Stop rest area in the Chicago area and my apartment was just a short walk up the back access road. This was one of my favorite places to go at night and even in the day sometimes and sit in a stall and suck cock, drink loads of cum and sometime get fucked through the partition or in the back of some truckers cab.

I had these two hot truckers that traveled this area all the time and I had been sucking their cocks and getting fucked by them for some time now; about a year. They had my number and would always call and let me know when they were coming through. Sometimes alone and other times they would be there at the same time and that was my favorite time.

I was also very unaware that my truckers coming and going from my apartment was being monitored by a couple of 30 something men that lived with their wives in the building.

I had seen both men around the building many times and we always acknowledged each other but I never gave it any other thought. Both were nice looking with well defined bodies, which I would check out during the summer months when they tended to hang out in shorts and tanks. Their wives were best friends and looked like a couple of Barbie Dolls.

I was out by the pool one hot weekend day and these two men came out in snug fitting board shorts and it was very clear to my well trained eye’s that they both commando under the shorts. Both looked like they were swinging some pretty serious meat as they nodded at me and then both jumped into the pool.

When they came out of the pool right in front of where I was lounging I definitely got an eye full as the board shorts were now molded to their bodies making their sizable cocks and balls very visible.

I was wearing my usual hot yellow bikini which I must admit showed off my cock & balls but really accented my hot ass when I would roll over and sun my backside. They walked right past me while blatantly adjusting their packages and my face flushed as I started to throw a hard-on.

They laid out on a couple of lounge chairs near me and kept talking, laughing and then looking over at me as though to make sure I was still watching them. I got a bit flustered and decided to call it a day and go back inside.

As I got up to leave it was very evident that I was hard, it was also very clear that they were both now sporting semi-stiff cocks, now I flushed even more as I found it very difficult to lift my gaze for their cocks to their eyes. aydınlı escort

The men watched me as I left and said “see you later” to which I just nodded as I could not speak and got redder and harder, looked again at their growing cocks and just dashed for my apartment. I could hear them laughing as I made it to the apartment door.

My living room sliding glass doors look out over the pool area and I couldn’t resist taking another look at these two studs lounging by the pool.

Being the complete cock slut that I am I stripped off my bikini and stood naked by the open glass doors as I stared at their hot, more mature bodies and began to take in the ones sexy chest hair and the others very smooth hairless chest.

With just a light dusting of hair going from his navel and then under the waist band of the short, while the other with the hairy chest had a very sexy trail of thick hair traveling down and disappearing into his board shorts. I was soon throwing a full hard-on.

As I scanned back up their bodies I met with their eyes looking directly at me and enjoying the fact that I had a hard-on just from desire for their stud bodies. In unison they both reached down and groped their cocks and smiled back at me and began to get up and gather their things.

Ever the tease I slowly turned around so that they could see my horny ass and looking over my shoulder I watched them as they stood as I brought my right hand back to my ass and rubbed my fingers into my crack and over my hole.

I could see they were both becoming very aroused and they nodded at me groped themselves again and walked into the building. The next thing I new there was a knock at my door. I peaked through the peep hole knowing it was the two hot neighbors from down by the pool coming to have the cock slut neighbor service them.

I boldly opened the door naked and hard and was greeted by their smiling faces and hot, bare muscular torsos. I could not resist and looked down to see their board short with the clear outlines of two large stiff cocks straining to be released. They both laughed and said “are you going to invite us in or should we just go home?” I just nodded and opened the door wide.

They walked in and went to the fridge and helped themselves to a couple of beers and dropped their towels on the table, kicked off their flip flops walked into the living room turned to face me and untied their board shorts and let bağdat caddesi escort them fall to their feet and stepped out of them as their big, thick cocks rose to full pre-cum leaking erections.

They sat back on the sofa buck ass naked with those two hot fucking cocks sticking straight up waiting for my attentions. Their two hard cocks were things of beauty, both were about 8″ to 8.5″ of hard, thick porn quality cocks.

The slightly taller of the two said “this is what you want isn’t it?” I did not know what to say and just nodded yes as I licked my lips. “Then come and show us how much you want them Jim”.

No names had been exchanged at that time and I wondered how they knew my name but fuck it, I just went to the sofa and down onto my knees and took each of those hot cocks into my hands and lightly stroked them.

They were hard and powerful and I just looked back into their eyes as if asking how and the taller one again said “we see you go visiting the truck stop at night and climbing up into the trucks with the drivers.”

“The other night you came back with what looked like a gallon of cum all over you; in your hair and on those slutty shorts you always wear.” “You must have been very busy.” I just blushed and continued to stroke their hard shafts.

“We’ve also seen two of your trucker friends come up to your apartment.” “We were hoping you would show us the same hospitality.” “You do like what you’ve got in your hands Jim, don’t you?” I nodded, it seems that was the only thing I was capable of doing as words would not form in my mouth. “Then they’re all yours so start sucking.”

I leaned in and washed both of their cock heads with my tongue, they tasted clean with that slight pool chlorine scent. I stroked the tall guys cock and went down to the base on the other, “god damn” was all he could say and I then proceeded to bob up and down while jacking the other, then over to the other guys cock and down to the base I went again.

“Jesus you sure know how to suck cock” and “no wonder those truckers are so eager to let you in.” “Scott, this boy is fucking great.”

So that was the tall one name! I was slobbering all over that big dick when I felt ‘Scott’ reach back and slide his hand into the crack of my ass. I let out a very audible moan as Scott begin to finger my hole when the other guy said “he seems to really like that; you like having that ass played with and getting bahçelievler escort fucked? I could only nod yes.

So you like taking cock at both ends, don’t you Jim?” I could only barely nod as my mouth and throat was stuffed with cock.

As Scott began to push two fingers into my hole, he said “Terry, Jim here is taking two fingers straight up his ass with no resistance at all.” So, I’m sucking on Terry; now I’ve got the names of these two horny studs.

Terry is real hairy, I’m playing with his nipples and rubbing his hairy chest as I work over his cock and Scott is so smooth it almost looks as though he might shave or wax any hair off. Both of them obviously work out and have hot muscular bodies. I was in cock heaven as I bobbed up and down on Terry’s big dick taking it all the way down to the pubes.

Scott gets off the sofa and gets behind me and slowly starts pushing three fingers up my ass, now I’m on fire and come off of Terry’s cock and beg “oh god fuck me, that feels so great.”

“You hear that Scott? I think Jim here needs a big hard cock up his boy pussy so I say you oblige him.” I point to the side table and Terry laughs as he picks up the big tub of lube grease I have there and hands it to Scott.”

I come back off Terry’s cock and watch as Scott just pushes his whole cock head into the jar and then aims for my fuck hole. My eyes roll back as he just pushes the entire length of that big cock straight up my chute and I let out a groan as I drop my mouth back over Terry’s fuck stick.

With both my ass muscles and throat muscles I show both those studs what I can do to their meat.

Both are now grunting and groaning and I know they are about to cum. As Scott plows my ass pussy my over stimulated prostate can’t take it any longer and I start to cum all over the floor and Terry’s legs.

Terry’s cock swells and I can feel the first jets of his cum going straight down my throat and I pull back a bit so that I can taste and drink his pungent man cum. Scott starts to cuss and swear and begins to fill my ass to overflowing.

Cum is coming out of my mouth and ass at the same time as both fill me to overflowing. They both slow down yet leave their deflating cocks in both of my holes so that they and especially I can savor the hot and fantastic fuck we just had.

I finally pull off both of their dicks and begin to lick and clean the mess I made on Terry’s legs. Both Scott and Terry are so spent that they both lay back on the sofa while I get up and go the the bathroom to clean myself up a bit.

I slip into the kitchen and get us all a beer and walk back into the living room and sit down between my two fuck studs and hand each a glass and toast to a beautiful friendship. I set my drink down and wrap my hands around their spent yet still tumescent cocks.

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My Son, My Lover

Once again, I must apologize for not posting the final chapter of this story of this tale until now. I am just now getting back to my writing after my illness. Please enjoy.

One morning, during the first week in June, we heard a knock on our door. Since I was nursing Raymond in bed, my father put on a pair of pants and answered the door. I heard him talking to someone and then invite them in. When Raymond was done nursing, I put him down in the bassinette, and slipped into one of my father’s undershirts, because they were long enough to reach mid-thigh on me and went to see who our visitor was.

When I walked into the kitchen, I saw my father talking to a man with long grey hair, a long grey beard, and dressed like the photos I had seen of the people who attended Woodstock in 1969. When they saw me, my father introduced me to Delbert Suggins, the husband of the married couple who had been living in the converted garage house next door during the summer months.

Father then told me that Mr. Suggins had just informed him that our property had never been divided into three separate plots a Florence had told us. The old Hippie had explained to my father that what we had purchased was the entire property and not just the house as our realtor had told us. It seems that the late Mr. Conrad Booth had never legally subdivided it because he was a miser and saw no need to do so. He had been collecting rent from Mr. Suggins and the Ball sisters, who lived in the other house for nearly fifteen years. He told us that old man Booth was a bit of an eccentric and used to chase the young people from the beach with his double-barreled shotgun, scaring them half to death.

My father then interrupted him, and said, “Delbert, if you are getting ready to ask me if we will allow you to live in the garage house since we now own the property, the answer is yes, and unlike your ‘old friend’, I will not charge you any rent.”

Our guest looked like he was going to faint, and finally thanked my father more graciously than I have ever seen anyone. When he finally calmed down, he said, “Is it alright if we move in this week?” My father told him he could and shook Mr. Suggins’s hand. When we finished our coffee he left, driving an unusual looking light blue foreign car that my father said was a 1974 Citroen DS.

About three days later, I was sitting wearing only a long skirt on our porch in an old rocking chair my father had found in the attic, nursing Raymond, when I saw Mr. Suggins’s Citroen pull into our driveway followed by a 1970’s vintage VW Microbus painted psychedelic colors.

The French sedan pulled up in front of the garage house, and the VW pulled up in front of the other building. Mr. Suggins and an older looking woman with waist length grey hair, wearing a long multicolored dress got out of the Citroen, at the same time as two younger women wearing pastel colored maxi dresses got out of the microbus, and when our new neighbors saw Raymond and I on the porch, they all came over to our house.

First, Mr. Suggins’s introduced his wife Leona, who I noticed as she got closer, was a beautiful woman that appeared to be about the same age as my late mother, but was much kinder and warmer than Mother ever was. We immediately bonded, and when Raymond stopped nursing, I handed him to her and he snuggled into her arms.

Next, the two younger women, who appeared to be in their early thirties, introduced themselves as Alicia and Gracie Stewart. They were both tall and slender, with ghostly pale skin, piercing blue eyes, and waist length straight jet black hair. I knew before they told me that they were twins from the way they looked and finished each other’s sentences. They both seemed happy that my little Raymond seemed to bond with them as well.

When I told them that, unlike their previous landlord, we had been friendly to the locals who spent time on our beach, and that we had designated the area, ‘clothing optional’, the sisters got very excited.

About then, my father came out of the house, and after I introduced the sisters and Leona to him, I handed our son to him and said, “Daddy, would you watch Raymond for me? The girls and I are going swimming.” As soon as our son settled into his father’s arms, I took off the skirt that was the only item of clothing I was wearing while nursing, and said, “Come on ladies.”

Alicia and Gracie took off their dresses and laid them across the porch rail, and the three of us walked naked down to the ocean. When we got to our cove, we walked into it our little lagoon, holding hands, and when we got to the center with the water waist high, I put my arms around them and kissed them each passionately.

When they both shared their tongues with me, I reached under the water and slipped my index fingers into their vaginas, and said, “We are going to have so much fun this summer.” Alicia then stuck two fingers into my vagina while Gracie grabbed my boobs, and they both giggled as they nodded.

Then sarıyer escort we swam out past the breakers and body surfed back to shore. We walked onto the deserted beach and lay down together. As the sun dried our bodies, I asked the sisters what they did for a living. Gracie said, “We are artists. We do charcoal figure studies of each other and sometimes people we like. We also paint with oils and watercolors.”

Alicia then said, “Sometimes we stretch canvas on the floor of the main room of our place. Then we cover each other’s bodies with different colored paints and roll around on the canvas, sometimes making love. When the paint dries, we choose interesting parts of the canvas, cut them out, stretch the pieces over frames, sign the paintings and sell them as abstracts.”

We looked at each other for a while, and then started to kiss and fondle each other. We ended up in a triangle arrangement with each of us licking and fingering one of the other’s vaginas. Whenever one or more of us would orgasm, we would change positions.

I don’t remember how long we pleasured each other, but eventually we all had given each other several orgasms. As we rinsed off under the shower under our deck, Gracie said, “If you would like to come over to our place sometime, I would love to sketch you and your son. I think that a woman breastfeeding is one of the most beautiful things in the world and would love to capture it.” When we got back to the porch, we didn’t redress.

Alicia and Gracie took their dresses and went back to their VW to unload and move back into their place, and I walked into the house where I found my son fast asleep in his bassinette and my father taking a nap in bed.

I climbed in bed next to him and took his soft cock into my mouth and sucked on it until he became fully hard and opened his eyes. I climbed astride him and lowered myself on his erection until we were totally connected. He smiled and asked, “Did you ladies have a good swim?”

I nodded, and we enjoyed a pleasant lovemaking session until we both came together and fell asleep, still connected. The rest of the summer was filled with what the hippies if the 1960’s used to refer to as ‘free love’, and our new neighbors soon became intimately acquainted with our friends on the beach.

One day during the next week after their arrival, we were invited to join the Stewart sisters at their place. When we walked through the open door, we were greeted by hugs from the naked sisters. They told us to undress, and when we were all nude, Gracie had me sit on a stool and asked if she could sketch me nursing Raymond. Since my boy was nearly always hungry, I agreed, and she quickly went to work.

I saw Alicia grasp my father’s cock and lead him by it to the other side of the room. She told him where to stand and immediately dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his now hardening cock into her mouth and sucked on it until he was completely hard. She then had him stand in a pose much like Michelangelo’s David, except instead of a leaf covering his privates, my father’s massive cock was standing at attention.

When the two ladies were done with their charcoal sketches, they showed them to us. My father was embarrassed, but I thought that both sketches were beautifully done.

I didn’t know it at the time, but both sisters eventually created large oil paintings from those sketches, and they are both now hanging in an elite art gallery in Los Angeles.

On the Fourth of July, Alicia and Gracie joined us as we took our son to the ocean and introduced the dozen or so nude sunbathers who had gathered on the beach adjacent to our secluded cove to our son and our new neighbors. Most of the people we had met before, and those we hadn’t soon became our friends.

It seems that the word had gotten around about our unofficial clothing optional beach. Suzy, our police officer friend, had invited her fellow officers, including her boss, Chief Archie ‘Doc’ Yealey, and his wife Bobbie.

The Chief and his wife were well tanned already and told us that we didn’t need to worry about being bothered about breaking any laws because they were both nudists and had been looking for a place to keep their tans without going to a salon.

After that, we spent some part of every day that wasn’t stormy nude on the beach with our son, and we settled into a comfortable family life. At the end of August, Dr. Patel referred us to the Family Medical Clinic in Seaside Oregon. Our new pediatrician, Dr. Song, told us that our son was progressing normally, and was in fact ahead of normal for someone his age. During the appointment, my father arranged for all our medical records from Illinois to be transferred to the clinic, and we were assigned a family physician named Dr. Carrol.

At that time, Dr. Patel also gave me a prescription for oral contraceptives because I was starting to spot, signaling I was becoming fertile again.

By this time Raymond was sefaköy escort eating solid food because his teeth were starting to come in, but he still wanted to nurse. My milk had all but dried up, but I let him suckle because we both enjoyed it. It calmed him down when he was fussy.

For the rest of the summer I divided my time between taking care of my son, making love with my father, having lesbian orgies with the sisters next door, and having fun with our friends on our beach.

We didn’t see much of Delbert and Leona that summer, and after Labor Day, as they were eating dinner with us, Mr. Suggins said, “Charlie, Leona and I have decided to move in with our children in Carmel by the Sea. My arthritis is really bothering me, Leona needs a hip operation, and this place is too much for us to take care of.”

My father said, “I’m sorry to hear about that. If you really aren’t going to return, I would really like to convert your place back into the garage it was before. I hope that is alright with you.”

Mr. Suggins looked at his wife, and she nodded. Then he said, “Charlie, this is your place and you can do with it as you please as far as we are concerned.”

I took Leona’s hands in mine and said, “If you ever need a place to stay, there are two extra bedrooms upstairs we aren’t using.”

She smiled and said, “Bless you child for the offer, but Delbert and I are both in our seventies and are having trouble taking care of ourselves.”

The next morning, I watched the Suggins load their belongings into their light blue French sedan. When they were done, they drove away, and we never saw them again. Later that day, my father accompanied Raymond and I when we visited the Stewart sisters. We all undressed as soon as we were inside their house, and Gracie again sketched my son and I as he nursed.

Then she sketched my father and her sister enjoying each other on the carpeted floor. She took her time and captured them in three different ‘poses’. First, she sketched Alicia on her knees, sucking my father’s cock, then sketched him fucking her doggie, and finally she sketched her riding my father cowgirl. When Gracie finally got so horny she could no longer sketch, she put down her pad and charcoal and squatted over my father’s face.

My father immediately started sucking her clitoris into his mouth, all three of them soon came together. The sounds of their moans and the aromas of their juices caused me to join them in orgasmic bliss.

When we all regained our composure, my father asked the sisters if they knew any carpenters. When they asked him why he wanted to know, he told them that Delbert and Leona were not returning, and he wanted to convert their place back into the garage it used to be. Gracie told him that their younger brother was a contractor in Astoria and would probably be happy to help him.

Three days later as Raymond and I were sitting on the porch, and my father was in the garage/house next door, trying to see how difficult it would be to convert it back into a garage when a grey GMC truck with a utility bed pulled up in front.

A tall muscularly built man with blonde curly hair wearing bib overalls with no tee shirt underneath got out and met my father as he walked out of the place where Delbert and Leona used to live. I watched them talk for a while, and the two men walked inside.

About an hour later, they came back outside, and I saw my father shake the young man’s hand. Then the stranger and my father walked back toward the house, and when they reached the porch, my father introduced the man as Jon Stewart, Gracie and Alicia’s younger brother.

They had just discovered that the original garage door and electric opener were still in the garage. They were concealed by the suspended ceiling, and that a temporary wall had been built to fill in the opening. Jon had told my father that he only had to remove the wall and ceiling and the garage would be able to be used for its original purpose. Alicia and Gracie’s brother had given my father an estimate of the cost, and my father had hired the young man.

When he was getting ready to leave, I asked Jon if he wanted to take a dip in the ocean with me. When he said yes, I handed Raymond to my father, took off my dress, and started walking around the house. When Jon looked at my father puzzled, I heard my father say, “Our beach is secluded and clothing optional, you should undress.”

When I got to the bottom of our stone steps, Jon had caught up with me, and when I turned around, I saw that the muscles on his arms that I had seen earlier were connected to a muscular chest, muscular legs, and a cock that rivaled my father’s. When I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, I felt his manhood harden against my stomach.

I pulled him into our lagoon, and we rolled around in the shallows until I was on top of him. Just as I was reaching for his cock, he grabbed me by the waist, and effortlessly lowered me onto şerifali escort his erection. When the head of his cock contacted my cervix we both orgasmed together.

When our minds cleared, Jon said, “Wow, that was intense, I’ve never cum that fast before.” I told him I felt the same way, and when I noticed he was still hard, I started riding him slowly, making love, not fucking. I don’t know how long we enjoyed each other, but when we came together the second time, we both felt invigorated. Then we swam out past the breakers and body surfed back to the beach.

Later, as we were walking up the stairs, Jon said, “Liz, you are really beautiful, and as wild a fuck as my sisters told me you were.” I smiled proudly and then asked him if he had fucked his sisters, he smiled and said, “Alicia got my cherry when I was eighteen, but it was Gracie who really taught me how to make love and eat pussy.”

As we were rinsing off under the outdoor shower, I told him that we owed each other at least a sixty-nine on the beach the next time he came to do work. He agreed, and every day when his work for my father was done, we both did our best to wear each other out.

The job was completed in three days, and Jon even helped my father move all his woodworking and mechanics tools into the garage from the basement before we got ready to head for the beach on the third day.

After his sisters left the third week of September for their winter home in Baja California, Jon became a frequent visitor to our beach until the weather became too inclement. The next summer, when his sisters returned from their winter home, Jon would visit every Saturday and we would spend the day with Gracie and Alicia experimenting on the many ways that three women and one man could couple.

Over the next sixteen years, my father and I enjoyed each other and the many friends who shared our bed and our beach. During this time my son grew into a young man, and the Beemer had aged to a point where we replaced it with a Subaru Outback.

When Raymond became old enough to attend school all day, I decided to further my education. It took me six years to get my BS from OSU, and another three to get my MS in Child Psychology. I spent what free time I had working at the county Women’s and Children’s center, and after I received my MS, was asked by Estelle Wilkerson my boss, to take over as supervisor of the office, because she had been offered a job with the state government in Salem.

During my time there, I met a lot of young girls and women who had the same identity issues as I had when I was younger. I was asked more times than I can remember, “Ms. Madison, how did you know what was really bothering me?” When I told them that I had lived through the same things they had, it always seemed to make them feel better.

Although the job was very rewarding, my home life kept me grounded, and when Raymond reached puberty, our relationship changed dramatically. One afternoon shortly after his eighteenth birthday, I came home early from work and caught him masturbating.

I walked into the house and heard him groaning in the bathroom. When I walked closer, I noticed the door was partly open, and could see his reflection in the mirror. He was sitting nude on the toilet wanking on his penis that was by this time as large as his father’s.

As I watched, I got incredibly aroused, and stripped off my clothes in the middle of the hallway. I watched, enrapt, and started fingering myself in time with his strokes. When he came, moaning loudly, “Oh Mommy, your pussy feels so good,” I came myself, moaning quietly, “Yes baby, fuck your Mommy!”

When I calmed down, I walked into the bathroom, and Raymond had a shocked look on his face. He started to apologize, saying, “I’m so sorry Mommy, please don’t be mad at me.”

I didn’t say a word but knelt in front of him. I took his hand and licked his semen from his fingers, and then took his half hard cock in my mouth and sucked him clean. Then I stood in front of him and asked, “Do you want to taste mommy’s pussy?”

He leaned forward, and devoured my vulva, paying special attention to my labia and clitoris. His oral attention made me cum, and I finally stopped him, saying, “Sweetheart, why don’t we take this somewhere more comfortable.”

When we got into the bedroom, I had him lay on the bed, and climbed in next to him. As I fondled his now erect cock, I asked him, “How long have you wanted to fuck Mommy, Baby?”

He smiled and said, “For about four years, ever since I understood what Daddy and you were doing in bed at night. I used to open your door and watch you two make love. Then I remembered what you and Daddy used to do with your friends down at the beach when I was a little boy.”

I squeezed his hard cock and said, “Do you want to fuck Mommy now?” When he nodded, I told him to climb on top of me. I spread my legs, grasped his manhood, and guided him into my vagina. When he was fully inside and the head pushing against my cervix, I held him in place and kissed him in a way no mother should be kissing her son.

He felt even bigger than his father, and I told him so. Then I said, “Raymond, do not rush this. Go slowly and take your time. We are not going to fuck, we are going to make love so take your time and enjoy the intimacy that we are sharing.

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