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‘What another boring night at another boring hotel,’ you think to yourself as you walk down the hall. Coming back from the front desk to get a toothbrush, you aren’t wearing much. A comfortable tee and some cotton boy shorts, the air is slightly frigid on your exposed skin. As you near your room, a door opens next to you and an arm grabs you, pulling you in. Panic sets in for a second as a man stands in front of you, putting his hand over your mouth.

“Don’t scream, I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says quietly before suddenly diving in and kissing on your neck, biting here and there. Your mind whirls in franticness, you know that voice, though you never thought you would hear it in person. Electric shocks shoot through your body as his lips explore your skin, followed by his hands. One pulls you against him at a slight angle, while the other slips up your shirt to find your otherwise naked breasts.

Your legs nearly give way for a moment but he holds you up…he is stronger than he looks, your little erotic penpal. It’s not long before he pulls your shirt over your head, leaving you topless in the dimly lit room. You can barely see his face, and your body shivers, but you aren’t sure if its cause of the cool air or the excitement of the moment. Your lips meet his in a hungry fashion, tongues tangling quickly. Tasting each other for a little while, he introduces a new feeling when he slips his hand into your shorts.

The pure erotic excitement of the moment already has you wet, but his fingers teasing your labia renews the sensation. Any more of this and you swear you might cum right then and there, but you manage to control yourself as one of his fingers splits your pussy lips and massages your clit in small circles. Once again, lightning shoots through you, and you let out an involuntary moan. Soon, he breaks his kisses, pushing you up against the wall before kneeling in front of you.

Hooking his fingers under the waist band of your shorts, he slides them down your legs to leave them in a crumpled pile on the floor. Gently, he moves your legs apart, and his mouth finds your hard clit, his tongue flicking and batting it about. A deep intake of pendik escort breath seizes you and your hand goes to his head. He sucks your clit playfully, his hand sliding up your leg until the tips of his fingers are inches from your pussy. Teasingly, he rubs two fingers against your vagina before carefully sliding them into you.

It only takes a few moments before his fingers piston in and out of your body, his mouth all but devouring your love button. Your whole body shakes as the one lucid part of your mind wonders how long its been since you’ve been touched like this. You can tell he is working hard to please you, and it doesn’t take long at all as you cum on his fingers and mouth. A low moan rips from your mouth as your pussy spasms repeatedly, threatening to push his fingers out of you.

When it subsides, he stands in front of you again, and your lips seek his greedily. Kissing him deeply, you can taste your pussy on his lips, the flavor of it only serving to fuel your lust. Your hand finds the button of his pants and tears it open, yanking the zipper down as you blindly seek out his manhood. Reaching into his boxers, you grasp it and release it from them, moving your hand up and down the length of it. Not too big, not too small, you know it’s just perfect for you now.

“Fuck me…right here, fuck me baby…please…”you say quietly between deep breaths, your left leg already up and wrapped around his thigh. Throwing your arms around his neck, he grabs your ass with both hands and lifts your tiny body. Wrapping your legs around his waist, the wall supporting both of you, he reaches down and positions himself against you, his swollen cock head kissing your wet vagina. With a slow but gentle thrust, he enters your body, still quivering from your first orgasm. Another sharp intake of breath from you as his manhood fills you little by little until he is buried within you.

And then he is thrusting, hard but at the same time gentle, pushing into you over and over again. His hands support your body as he fucks you, in and out, in and out. Your face nestled in the crook of his neck, you muffle the squeaks and moans that come from your mouth, biting his escort pendik neck now and then. Your tits bounce with each thrust, up and down, and taking in the whole experience, it begins to overwhelm you again. He can sense it as well, thrusting harder and faster until your body once again gives itself to another orgasm, your cries echoing in the small entryway.

Waiting until it passed, he let you down carefully so to make sure you could stand. More kisses follow, and then taking his hand, you lead him to the couch.

“Your turn, lover,” you say breathlessly, biding him to sit. He obeys without a word, his cock still standing proudly, pulsing with each beat of his heart. You crawl on top of him, straddling him, his cock millimeters away from your pussy, the pussy he has so wet. Grabbing it, you tease him by moving it back and forth against your vagina, a low groan issuing from his mouth now. Slowly, you lower yourself onto it, once again burying it within your most intimate place.

You grind your hips forward once, sliding back slowly. Again, then back slowly. You want him to enjoy this. Again. Again. Your temp increasing ever so slightly, your hips rock on him. Leaning forward, you present one breast to him, and he devours it gladly, sucking and biting the nipple. Then the other. Still grinding back and forth, a little faster now. Harder. His hands grab your ass again, you can tell how much he wants this, how much he needs this.

And then, you unleash yourself, grabbing the back of the couch. You give him the ride of your life, of his life as you grind back and forth quickly now. His breathing, his moans, you know he’s getting close. You can feel his cock spasm now and again. Harder and faster, the couch is almost rocking, his hands have a death grip on your ass now. He is thrusting, meeting your hips in perfect time.

“Oh god…I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, as if warning you. But still you rock and grind on him. You want him to cum, to cum inside of you, to experience it as the characters you both wrote about experienced it. Three more thrusts and he suddenly grabs your waist, pulling you into him, grunting and groaning loudly. There it is.

You pendik escort bayan feel the first shot, exploding like a bullet from his cock, hot and wet inside of you. Another and another. He’s cumming inside of you, the thought hits you hard and while you’ve dreamed of it, now its real.

“Cum in me baby! Yes! Yes! YES!” you scream as you share an orgasm with him, his hot seed filling every nook of your birth canal. Pulling each other close, your both trying to merge with one another. Your voices mingle in the air, trying to imitate your bodies as you both ride out your orgasms together. It seems like forever, but then that wasn’t long enough, and soon both of you finally begin to relax. You collapse on his chest, your ear funneling the sounds of his rapidly beating heart that is slowly beginning to return to a normal beat. Quickly you sit up and look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I thought I would come and see you,” he replies with a smile. You smile back at him.

“You could have told me you were coming,” you say playfully, putting your hands on your hips in mock anger. He laughed.

“I did, just a minute ago!” he exclaimed and now it was your turn to laugh.

“Not what I meant, you big dummy!” you reply with a giggle before looking into his eyes for a moment. You can still feel his hardness inside of you and clench your groin muscles playfully, which make him twitch abit. “So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know, I’m here all night,” he replies quietly, flexing his own muscles, causing his cock to throb inside of you.

“Maybe we better take advantage of that then,” you say quietly, kissing his lips softly. “Don’t you have to sleep?”

“I can sleep on the plane,” you answer, rocking your hips on him slowly. He looks into your eyes once more, the hunger filling them quickly.

“Where to next then?”

“It had better be the shower, otherwise there is gonna be one hell of a stain wherever we do it,” you say with a wink. “I’m afraid when you pull out, it’s all going to come pouring out.”

“Better hurry then,” he jokes and as you dismount from his cock, you realize he wasn’t joking. Half-running to the bathroom, he follows you, standing behind you as you fiddle with the shower knobs.

“Guess tonight wasn’t so boring after all,” you say to yourself as you step in the shower and he follows you in, hand on your ass…

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Jaime awoke to find his cock snugly holstered in his sister’s throat, right where he’d left it. Emily was still adorably sucking on it in her sleep. She made quite a cute and sexy picture; so peaceful and serene, but also so slutty that she couldn’t stop blowing her brother even while unconscious.

Jaime wouldn’t have her any other way.

He just watched her for a while and enjoyed the gentle suction of her lips and warm wetness of her mouth and throat. There was no question that they were meant to be together forever, because no one else could ever possibly match Emily’s dedication and raw, physical ability to make his penis feel nice. That was the most important thing in relationships. Especially between siblings.

Jaime felt so much love for his cockslut of a sister that he decided to do something nice for her in return. He pulled his cock free, much to Emily’s sleepy distress, and rolled her onto her back. Her forehead was creasing and she began to stir, but he shoved his cock back down her throat, soothing her back to happy dream land.

From above, Jaime hammered Emily’s cozy mouth like a jackhammer, sending drool flying everywhere. He simultaneously reached down and fingered her cute little pussy.

The combination of rough face-fucking and gentle pussy play kept Emily lulled securely in her sleepy state. She was the most relaxed and docile fucktoy a brother could ask for first thing in the morning.

Jaime pounded his sister’s mouth until he came, unleashing a torrent directly into Emily’s formerly empty tummy. Her eyes fluttered open as her belly ballooned out to accommodate her surprise breakfast.

Jaime pulled out slowly once he was finished, allowing Emily to lick his cock clean. She gave the tip a final soft kiss before he was out of range.

“Mmm, sleepy breakfast,” Emily purred happily as she stretched, then patted her overfull tummy. “What did I do to deserve such a treat?”

“Just being your sexy little self,” Jaime said. “I’ll never stop loving how horny you make me.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet.”

Emily rolled over and pounced on Jaime. She made out fiercely with him, while also rubbing her beautiful, soft boobies all over his chest.

The naked, loving siblings fondled and groped each other with unreserved enthusiasm. They certainly would have ended up fucking if not for an interruption by their occasionally strict mother.

“Ahem,” said Christine from the doorway.

Jaime and Emily both turned guiltily to face her, though they were relieved that she wasn’t truly angry. Now that they’d broken the awful, terrible anti-sex spell she’d been under, she was back to being mildly annoyed at inappropriate sexuality rather than furious.

“Hey, Mom,” Jaime said. “Me and Em were about to fuck. Care to join us?”

“You know very well I don’t,” Christine said. “I don’t approve of fucking around with my children. Or at least I pretend I don’t because I’m ashamed of my desires, and I have to be cunningly lured into it somehow.”

“That’s true,” Emily said. “You should have asked her more cunningly, Jai.”

Christine belatedly realized she’d been a little too forthcoming. “I mean, not any of what I just said. Ignore that.”

“Too late, Mommy,” Jaime said. “We already knew those things.”

“It’s good that you’re better at admitting them, though,” Emily added cheerfully. “Pretty soon we’ll have you fucking us all the time, like a good mommy-pet.”

“You most certainly will not,” Christine said defiantly. “Especially not this morning. I’m making sure you two get to school. No more missing important classes and lessons and things.”

“Ok,” Emily said. “We’ll be right there. We just need a quick fuck first.”

“Nope. Now.”

“But mooommyyy…” Emily whined.

“We’ll be ever so fast and speedy about it,” Jaime said.

“Not a chance,” Christine said. “Get moving. Now.”

A very disheartened pair of sluts grumbled out of bed and got themselves dressed under their mother’s watchful eye.

“Are you at least gonna make us breakfast while dressed all sexy?” Emily asked.

“I’ll make you breakfast,” Christine said. “I don’t want my children going to school hungry and not learning anything because of it.”

“We’ve got plenty of other reasons for not learning things,” Jaime said. “I wouldn’t worry about that.”

“But I am not dressing sexy just so you two can perv on me,” Christine continued as though she hadn’t been interrupted.

“It’s not just for that,” Emily protested. “Cooking naked except for an apron gives a nice passive boost to your relevant skills. I tried it out yesterday. It worked really well.”

“Plus the author’s got a weird obsession with that outfit in particular,” Jaime added. “So you’d score some points with him.”

“I will not,” Christine said firmly. “I’m your mother, not an object of lust.”

“You can be both,” Jaime grumbled.

He and Emily resigned themselves to sitting and waiting for their food without any sexy show at all. Christine wore her robe tightly closed, and pendik escort never even bent over far enough to accidentally reveal her pussy and butthole. Sure she showed off some cleavage and most of her beautifully smooth legs, but it just wasn’t the kind of lewd display her kids were used to.

Jaime still ate hungrily when presented with his plate of waffles, pancakes, bacon, eggs, toast, sausage, lasagna, hash browns, cheesecake, cereal, chicken noodle soup, eggs again, spam, baked beans, tomato, spam, hotdogs, spam, spam, spam, ice cream sundae, and spam. Emily only picked at hers and sneakily pawned it off on Jaime when Christine wasn’t looking. She’d already eaten, after all.

The two horny teenagers were then sent off to school with nothing more than a light swat on the butt to get them out the door. That wasn’t near enough intergenerational incest to satisfy either Emily or Jaime, and they were very disgruntled as they made their way to the sidewalk to meet up with Alyssa, their sexy neighbour-girl friend. Alyssa, at least, undisgruntled them a little with her cheerful bounce and cute, revealing outfit.

“Hey, guys,” Alyssa said. “How you doing this morning?”

She hugged Emily and rubbed their boobies together, as was tradition, then fondled Jaime’s hard cock through his pants. Just some normal friendly greetings.

“We’re ok,” Emily said. “Just disappointed that our mom didn’t want to fuck around this morning.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Alyssa said sympathetically. “You guys can come over to my house and play with my mom for bit, if you want. She won’t mind.”

“Nah,” Jaime said. “We should go catch the bus. Mom’ll be pissed if we skip school again. That’s very nice of you to offer, though.”

Emily nodded. “Very polite of you to let us use your mother for our deviant sexual gratification. You’re so lucky to have such a cool mom.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s much dang work seducing Mom every time we want to fuck her.”

The three of them walked down the street, Jaime in the middle with the girls flanking him. Emily and Alyssa casually rubbed his straining erection while he slipped a hand under their skirts and squeezed their tight butts.

“You know what might be cool?” Alyssa said. “What if my mom and your mom got married?”

“Why would they want to do that?” Emily asked.

“You know. So that then we’d all be one big family. That way you guys would have a mommy to play with whenever you wanted, and I’ve have a brother and sister to play with too. It’d be great!”

“Hm, maybe,” Jaime said. “But it would have to be super-marriage, not just regular marriage. Otherwise we’d all be step-related, rather than actual related. I mean, I’d love to fuck you as a step-sister, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the same as an actual, blood-related sister. It’s just not as hot, no matter what the porn sites try and tell you.”

Alyssa hastily rummaged through her stash of coupons. “Shit. I only have free regular marriage offers. Nothing for super-marriages. I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t afford for our moms to get super married with the extremely limited income I have. Which is to say, no dollars per hour.”

“Yeah, us either,” Emily sighed. “Our income is related to plot-convenience, and rarely very much even then. Maybe one of our moms would pay for it?”

“I kinda don’t think so,” Jaime said. “I mean, Mom and Mrs. Alyssa’s Mom haven’t even spoken to each other since the first chapter, so I suspect they probably aren’t in love. And it’d be a bit much asking them to get super-married, and even pay for it, when they have no reason to want either of those things.”

Alyssa sighed in disappointment. “Why does everything have to be so hard and complicated? All I wanted was to get some hot sibbos and a new mom in order to satisfy my spurious sexual whims. It’s like the universe just never wants to cooperate.”

It was Emily and Jaime’s turn to console their friend.

“We know how you feel,” Emily said, patting Alyssa’s tit empathetically. “Despite how we totally deserve to have everything we want, whenever we want it, sometimes that just doesn’t happen. Even though we’re wicked hot, which should mean we get our own way every time, according to the laws of physics.”

“That’s true,” Jaime said. “I mean, I still haven’t been able to fuck Lilith-who as you know is our almost equally hot older sister-due to her semi-demonic heritage. Talk about unfair.”

The three horny and disconsolate teens cheered each other up by fucking around at the bus stop. They had to be fantastically sneaky, so as not to be seen doing anything inappropriate in public, but they had lots of practice with super duper sneaky stealth missions of exactly that nature.

They erected a quick watch tower and Emily clambered up to keep lookout while Jaime and Alyssa fucked down below. Emily as a scout didn’t work quite as well as they might have liked, since she kept getting distracted watching her brother and friend engage in very public sex, rather than keeping an eye out for cars and pedestrians escort pendik like she was supposed to.

After the third time getting caught and having to offer awkward and unconvincing explanations for why it looked like she was getting her pussy destroyed in broad daylight by the side of the road, but really wasn’t she promised, Alyssa switched with Emily and did a significantly better job watching for danger. Emily was much happier getting pounded by her brother than just watching.

Jaime eventually took his turn as lookout, and the girls casually felt each other’s boobies and pussies.

All three of them were in much better moods when the boarded their school bus. The girls took turns riding Jaime during the trip. Neither had panties on under their skirts by this point, so it was pretty easy to slide his cock into one of their snug little holes without anyone being the wiser.

Having engaged in lots of sneaky fucking-which was, after all, their very favourite thing-Jaime, Emily, and Alyssa exited the bus at school with fresh springs in their respective steps. However, something was soon noted to be amiss.

“Where is everyone?” Emily asked, peering around. “I know everyone’s had their sex drives replaced with utter nonsense, but our classmates are still usually hanging out before school starts.”

Jaime and Alyssa examined their surroundings as well. Aside from the students on their bus, and a few stragglers, the area was deserted.

The interior of the building wasn’t any better. There were still only a few streams of late arrivals making their way down the halls.

“Better follow them, I suppose,” Jaime said. “Maybe we’ll get some idea what’s going on.”

“You guys go on ahead,” Alyssa said. “My pussy’s dripping down my thighs. What with being so horny and all, you know. I better go buy some panties at a vending machine before class.”

“Good thinking,” Emily said. “I keep forgetting that underwear has its uses. Get me a pair too, would you?”

“Sure thing.”

Alyssa and Emily kissed and patted each other’s butt before Alyssa skipped happily off in the direction of the vending machine aisle.

Jaime and Emily trailed along after the rest of the students who seemed to know where they were going. Their cunning method of navigation led them to the auditorium, which was full up with captivated eighteen year olds. The curious sibbos hung out at the doorway and watched just long enough to get a sense of what was happening. They then proceeded to run back out, screaming in terror.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” Jaime yelled.

“What you said!” Emily concurred just as urgently.

They stopped and panted for breath several turns later, far enough away not to be any immediate danger.

“Was that what I thought it was?” Jaime asked.

“It looked to me like a pre-class prayer meeting,” Emily said, still pale and shaken. “And… and a seminar on the benefits of sexual abstinence.”

They clung to each other for comfort, but it only helped their shaking a little.

“They can’t do that, can they?” Jaime asked. “I mean, there have to be child protection laws or something, right?”

Emily shook her head. “We’re technically adults. That’s why we’re allowed to be depicted in sexual situations within the medium of text on certain websites.”

“When did you get so good at knowing about laws?”

“Back in episode one when I read the Littown Legal Code for a couple minutes. I learned lots of neat shit.”

“Sure. That makes sense.” Jaime disentangled himself from his sister, despite how nice it felt to press their warm, nubile bodies together. “Anything that can help us?”

“Alas, no. The legal code is surprisingly silent on the subject of brainwashed teenagers and the presenting of disgusting and morally reprehensible materials to them. It’s more to do with murders and things. And taxes.”

“And incest, of course.”

“Yes, right. Murders, taxes, and incest. The big three.”

Jaime pondered their situation. “Miss January could help, couldn’t she? She should be able to shut this whole down if anyone can.”

“Seems like our best bet,” Emily agreed. “Do you think she’ll mind us bothering her?”

“I can’t imagine. Not compared to the filth going on in her school. Besides, last time we saw her, we all had a lovely time fucking in her office. She’s bound to be happy to see us.”

Thus decided, Jaime and Emily skipped urgently off to the principal’s office, hand in hand, with autumn leaves twirling to the ground in their wake.

“Hey, Cheryl,” Emily greeted the secretary. “Is Miss J. in?”

Carol frowned. “It’s Carol,” she said. “Not Cheryl.”

“Is it really? Has it been this whole time?”

“Since I was born.”

“Huh.” Emily shrugged. “Anyway, is she in? It’s important. There’s impressionable teenagers being taught that not having sex is a good thing.”

“Sorry,” Carol said. “She left early.”

“Incredibly early,” Jaime observed. “Seeing as how school hasn’t started yet.”

“Maybe she saw the pendik escort bayan assembly and had to go home sick,” Emily suggested. “I know I feel nauseous.”

Carol narrowed her eyes. “She’s gone. That’s all I can say. But if there’s some kind of assembly, shouldn’t the two of you be there?”

“Pff, hardly,” Emily said. “We’re main characters. Rules don’t apply to us.”

Jaime nodded. “Speaking of disregarding the law of the land, want to go rifle Miss January’s office for clues to her whereabouts?”

“Hell yeah I do,” Emily said. “Being a teenager, I do of course enjoy disrespecting people’s things, and also causing mischief and mild property damage.”

“As do I,” Jaime said. “After you.”

“Um… hang on a second,” said Carol, who had the feeling she ought to be stopping delinquent behaviour. Such a situation had never come up before, however, and she really didn’t know how to stop anyone going in Miss January’s office. She was more used to students desperately trying to get out.

Jaime and Emily poked around the deserted office with increasing levels off hooliganism. Emily sent papers flying off the desk as she searched for anything of value to them, while Jaime carefully tilted the picture frames on the wall slightly to one side.

“Ooh, check this out,” Emily said while pulling drawers open at random.

“What is it?” Jaime asked as he scooted a potted plant a few inches to the right so it no longer got the best light.

“Confiscated sex toys, I think. Or possibly Miss. J’s secret stash. It doesn’t really seem her style, though.”

Emily held aloft a vibrating dildo of remarkable girth. It was an impressive toy, and she was tempted to take it. She only put it back because she was worried her butt plug might get jealous if she started inviting random toys to come play in her tasty holes.

“Hm,” Jaime said thoughtfully, “dildos, vibrators, anal beads… must be from before The Incident.”

“Well obviously,” Emily said. “No one would be smuggling such contraband these days. Good to know it’s here, though. Just in case.”

“Sure, sure.”

They explored a little more, until Emily stumbled across what they were looking for.

“Hey, Jai, come look at this,” she said.

“More sex toys?”

“No, but still kinda interesting, maybe. Looks like it might be a teleporter.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s got a big sign hung on it that says ‘WARNING: TELEPORTER DO NOT TOUCH THIS MEANS YOU JAIME AND EMILY ESPECIALLY YOU EMILY I KNOW YOU’RE TOUCHING IT STOP THAT THIS INSTANT.'”

“That’s oddly specific,” Jaime said. “Are you touching it?”

“Of course I am. It’s a teleporter. What the hell am I gonna do? Not touch it?”

The siblings examined the teleporter in silence for a moment.

“Well, it’s pretty sweet looking,” Jaime said. “And cool and glowy and shit.”

“Sure is,” Emily said. “Shall we try it out?”

“I can’t see why not. What could possibly go wrong?”

Moments later, after Jaime and Emily had become horribly mangled in a teleporter accident and had to reload their save state, they stared at it a little more closely.

“Ok, so at least one thing could possibly go wrong,” Jaime admitted. “Should we try again?”

“I don’t know,” Emily said. “I didn’t much care for all my insides ending up outside. It wasn’t pleasant at all.”

“It probably won’t happen again.”

“I don’t know.” Emily pointed at another sign below the one she’d read. “It says here ‘DANGER EXTREME RISK OF MANGLING AND DISMEMBERMENT ABSOLUTELY DO NOT TOUCH SERIOUSLY EMILY FOR FUCK’S SAKE STOP PLAYING WITH THIS.'” She folded her arms and pouted. “I don’t know why she’s gotta pick on me like that. It could have been anyone stumbling across this thing. Not just me.”

“Sure,” Jaime said. “But to be fair, you’re already fiddling with it again.”

“I just wanna see if I can fix it,” Emily said as she pulled a long tangle of wires out of an access hatch. “It’s not my fault that there’s a cool but dangerous toy in here where anyone could get at it. Besides, Miss January probably went through this thing, so if we go through too we’ll be bound to find her.”

“That’s some questionable logic,” Jaime said. “For all we know, it’d tear her apart too.”

“Yeah, right. Like Miss. J’d let some stupid machine mess with her just because she was violating the laws of space and time.” Emily spliced together the wires in a brand new order, based almost entirely on which colours she thought looked nice together. “There, that ought to do it.”

“Do what, exactly?”

“This!”

Emily slapped her hand down on the big red button labeled ‘DO NOT PRESS,’ and she and Jaime were off on their second journey through the fishnet fabric of reality.

Jaime was very pleased to arrive all in one piece this time, and with all his bits where they should be. Emily had never doubted for an instant that they’d arrive intact this time, and was more immediately interested in where they were.

They appeared to have landed right in the middle of a road, which fortunately had no traffic at all to be seen in either direction. They were also right next to a toll booth of some description. A bustling metropolitan area was visible not too far past said blockade.

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely a coincidence. All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older unless so noted

Chapter 3 Playing the Party

After the weekend, things cool down a little bit at the Sanderson household, except for the sexual tension. The tension between Saffron and myself was pretty intense. She kept giving me looks that would just melt me. All I could think about was how good she was in bed. Up until that night we had together, I had never thought of her in a sexual way. After that time, however, the only thing I could think about was how downright sexy she was and how good she was in bed. I actually couldn’t wait until we got another chance together.

I went about my normal week at school and band practice to prepare for our Friday night gig. I thought we were really ready so we didn’t even practice the night before to rest up for our performance at the sorority. Apparently this was normally a big to do on the University campus.

But Thursday, I didn’t have much of a chance to rest up because I had to attend Saffron’s fall volleyball elimination game. This was the game do showcase new freshmen and see what kind of shape everyone on the team was in. There were a lot of people there so I just sat with Gerald and my parents. As I was watching, I tended to notice that Donna and CC were really good volleyball players. Donna could set up the front line perfectly for kill shots, assisting in several points for the team. CC was a little dynamo making saves that were just incredible. She would dive for balls that seemed lost and make safe shots that were just incredible. She was obviously the team motivator, keeping everyone fired up. I always had a crush on her, but I was simply amazed with her play. It was obvious to see why she’d gotten her athletic scholarship. What she didn’t have in height she made up for in hustle.

After the game, my parents offered to take the mad pack out for some dinner. I went with them even though I was the target of a lot of kidding. They all said they were going to have to go to the party tomorrow night at the sorority to keep all the women away from me. After making me blush for most of the evening we all went our separate ways. I did keep noticing, however, that the normally friendly looks I got from CC were replaced by scowls. This surprised me immensely, as to the purpose. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with her, or what I had done to piss her off.

The next evening we were at the sorority house setting up and noticed the amount of food and drinks were being set up by the sorority . We were set up and ready to play by 8 PM, when I noticed the mad pack show up. I know that Barb Frankel and CC had a reputation as being phenomenal dancers, but I didn’t believe it until we started playing. Those two girls practically took over the dance floor. I was a good dancer myself having learned from Saffron years ago, but nothing like these two ladies. Their moves were so sexy that any guy who watched them would have a boner the size of a baseball bat. I watched those sensuous moves while playing my drums and couldn’t believe it.

The other surprise of the night was the sultry vocals of Charlie. When we performed Game of Love by Santana, she about burned my eyes out looking longingly straight into my eyes, like she was looking into my soul. I always considered that a sexy song, but she sure made it more so by the way she was looking at me. It actually unnerved me just a little. Then we sang a couple of duets where she continued her piercing looks. She was actually almost using the microphone as a phallic symbol rubbing it on her body and against the sides of her cheeks when she wasn’t singing. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful her eyes were and how really pretty her face was. It was the first time I really took a good look at her as anything more than a band member. She had a lithe figure and looked just like Mandy Moore.

As we did several dance numbers, everyone at the sorority was dancing well into the night. I actually sang the vocals falsetto (ala Barry Gibb) to You Should Be Dancing and Tragedy pendik escort by the Bee Gees We were a big hit after performing our three sets and the sorority sisters actually said we could stay for the rest of the party. Not one to turn down an opportunity to have some fun, we just broke into the crowd.

All of a sudden, Charlie came up, grabbed me by the hand, and dragged me into one of the bedrooms. She was on me in a flash, shocking me to no end. Boy that girl could kiss, mashing my lips as she pushed me in the door. Our tongues jousted while she began loosening my belt buckle. She dropped to her knees after forcefully pulling down my pants and underwear in one fell swoop. She took my semi hard cock in her mouth and began blowing me for all was worth. She had a very talented mouth, which got me hard, and to the edge in no time. I warned her I was about to cum, but she just sucked harder, until I blasted into her mouth. She had a little trouble swallowing everything with some squishing out onto her chin. When I’d finished dumping my load, she just leaned back onto her heels, reached up with her finger and wiped off the collected sperm off her chin and suck it off her finger. She then swallowed noisily making lip smacking noises with her lips and said, “Uhmmmm, tasty.”

“Jesus Charlie, what brought that on? Not that I’m complaining any.”

“I love the way you sing to me, Sam, and I’d like to try that rhythm you have, to see it did translates in bed.”

“What makes you think I’m any good in bed?”

“Word gets around, I hear things too. The girls you been laying haven’t exactly been quiet about it. My mother told me about it, after she heard it in the beauty parlor. Just how many girls have you been balling, anyway?”

“I’ve had three sexual encounters, that’s it. You really think this is a good idea, Charlie? We are band mates and shouldn’t complicate things.”

“It’s a good idea as far as I’m concerned, I’ve wanted this for a couple of years now. I was just waiting for you to get legal.”

With that, she began removing her clothes till she got down to her bra and tight leather pants, which she peeled off very sexily. When she got down to her panties and peeled them down as well, I got my first look at a pussy with hair on it. She was neatly trimmed and her lips were really engorged with arousal. I could smell her scent before I even dropped to my knees and it was alluring. She smelled a lot like Kelly Jo, but turned me on even more. I kissed over pubic hair and work my way down, sliding my tongue into her juicy quim. She tasted extremely sweet, but mixed with sweat from her performance. It gave it a slightly heady taste, but one that I actually enjoyed. I moved up my finger to administer a circular pressure on her clit while sucking her juices.

“Eat me Sammy, no one ever has. Right there, lick right there. Suck me you bastard.”

I continued eating her until she clenched her thighs so hard around my head that I thought she was going to fracture my skull and she juiced in my mouth. Her girl cum was very tasty and I drank every drop I could get. She then relaxed her legs, grabbed me by the hair hard, and slid me up to put my mouth on hers. She pierced my mouth with her tongue, while I lightly pinched her right nipple, with my thumb and forefinger. As I played with her nipple, she looked up at me with those eyes of hers and said, “Push that cock in me, Sammy, and ride me like a whore.”

I slid my erect member into her juicy cunt until I was all the way to the bottom. I began and in and out motion that was both fast and hard, until I made her start whimpering.

“That’s it darlin’, fuck me just like that. I needed just like this, keep given it to me, baby. Ummmmm. OH GOD, SAMMY, you’re making me come”

She stiffened, arched her back, and I felt my cock bathed in her cunt wash. That’s all it took to really get me going and I asked her if she was safe.

“Cum in me Sammy, I really want to feel it inside me.”

I kissed her passionately and thanked her for good romp. She just smiled back at me and said the pleasure was all hers. Believe me it wasn’t.

“That’s what I want from you escort pendik Sammy, we’re fuck buddies now.

*********

I could hardly walk as I left the room back out to where all the dancing was going on. I really surprised all the guys when I asked CC to dance. No one else would try to dance with her because they felt intimidated. I knew I could hold my own with her even though I wasn’t really up to her caliber.

There was one really sexy song to which we gyrated and ground our bodies against one another as a kind of faux fucking that the whole room clapping. All of a sudden a slow song came on and someone grabbed my shoulder and spun me toward them, grabbing me in a tight embrace. I put my arms behind her just above her ass, grinding my pelvis into hers. I separated one time just to see who was and to my surprise it was Barbara Frankel. I could feel her hard nipples poking me in the chest while we danced together very sensually. She began nibbling on my earlobe, while intermittently poking her tongue in my ear. She was driving me crazy and I knew she could feel my hardening dick poking in her nether region.

“Uhhh, seems little Sammy is getting a little excited.” As she kept pushing back against my cock.

“Who wouldn’t get a little excited with a bod like yours pushed up against me.”

“Well we can take care of that, right now.”

She ended up grabbing my hand and leading me to the same bedroom as Charlie had, which was now thankfully vacated.

She just slammed the door and pushed me down on the bed like she was going to pounce on me. Like I was going to fight this, yeah right. She told me to lift my hips while she unbuckled my pants and slid them down. She almost tore my boxers off of me getting to my now fully erect cock. She slid her mouth down on my erection and began giving me the blow job of my life. Boy she was good, just like Charlie. She had a different technique, but was very experienced. I knew this wasn’t the first time she had done this act. She raised her mouth off my cock and looked at me, saying, “I taste pussy on your cock, I wasn’t your first tonight, was I?”

“What you mean you taste pussy on my cock? What do you think I am?”

“Offhand, I’d say you are lucky. It’s rare that someone fucks two women in one evening. This ain’t my first rodeo, Sammy, I’ve tasted pussy on a cock before, plus, this room smells like a well fucked pussy. Don’t worry I’m not pissed off or anything. It’s actually kind of a turn on. You’re starting to get around a little bit, aren’t you?”

“I’m actually starting to get attacked by several women, it’s not totally my fault.”

“It’s partially your fault, word’ s getting around about how good you are in bed, Sammy. Girls tend like that. Besides, you got a nice cock.”

“It seems like girls are just as bad as guys, they can’t keep their mouths shut. They like to kiss and tell.”

“They do that.”

She then began sliding around and straddle my face with her dripping pussy and said, “Come on Sammy, put that glorious mouth of yours to work and eat my pussy.”

Being the second pussy I had my mouth on tonight, I can tell you that hers was much tastier than Charlie’s. Her salty sweet taste was really good and I have to admit it was the best I had tasted so far. I began prying her engorged lips apart while I tongue her juicy quim and intermittently flicked my tongue across her clit. As I really got her going and her juices began to soak my face and chin I swallowed as much of her pure essence as I possibly could. I loved her taste. I slid my hands up to grab the cheeks of her wonderfully, soft, but tight ass.

She had the softest ass I had the pleasure of touching so far during my sexual encounters. I would’ve gotten hard just groping that perfect specimen of female anatomy. After she came the first time by my oral manipulations, I stepped it up a notch. I maneuvered myself to where I could finger her while licking her ass hole. She was going crazy above me and was really working on my cock. She came again right before I blew my load into her sucking mouth. She had no problem swallowing everything I gave her, nor did I. As I kept rubbing pendik escort bayan my hands on that beautiful soft, but firm, ass and working my tongue in her pussy I began to harden again and even though I had cum three times that evening, I was excited enough to go again. Barbara sensed this and climbed aboard, clutching my cock with her pussy like I’d never been ridden before. Up until that time, I had never felt a pussy that tight. I realized at that moment, she owned me. I came, what felt like a bucket load, into her juicy pussy and she came again.

“Oh Sammy, I think I want to spend all of some more time with you, you charismatic little fucker. You think we could date some.

“I wouldn’t have a problem with it, if you don’t. Aren’t you afraid of what your classmates and peers will have to say about you dating someone four years younger than you?”

“Fuck them, they don’t run my life, I do what I like and this feels right with you. I think we need to get together a little, I’m going to need several doses of that cock. Okay with you?”

“Okay, Barb, how about we go to a movie tomorrow night?”

After we washed up a little and got dressed, we went back out to the main room and danced a few more songs, fast and slow, and getting some pretty disgusted looks from both Saffron and CC. We kind of melted into each other while dancing slow, which got an angry look from Charlie. What could I do, I had to go with the situation. I felt was the right thing to do, no matter what anybody thought about it.

When I got home I went to the bathroom and to take a shower. I was sitting on my bed when Saffron knocked on my door. I told her the command and she stuck her head in.

“So you and Barb, huh?”

“It appears so, we just want to try a date out and see if it feels right.”

“Be careful, Sammy, Barbara is my friend, but she’s the group vamp, if you know what I mean? I just don’t want to see you get hurt and there is the age difference, you know?”

“She doesn’t seem to mind the difference and is willing to take a chance on me, so I’m going to reciprocate.”

“Just be careful, Sammy, I love you.”

“I love you too, sis.”

“Just so you still have some for me, Sammy.”

She then walked over to the bed, stripped out of her clothes, and climbed into bed underneath the sheet with me. She easily found my cock through my boxers and began to stroke me as she slid her hand inside. She kind of slid the sheet off of me quickly, while never losing her old on my quickly hardening cock. She stroked me lightly and I felt like I was in heaven. “I need you inside me now Sammy.” She was pulling down my boxers as I lifted my butt to help her. I told her no and grabbing her by the ass I slid her up until she was sitting on my chest, I could smell her arousal which was like an aphrodisiac to me and pulled her forward until her slippery snatch met my tongue.

I continued sliding my tongue inside her dripping quim while using my forefinger to do a circular pressure on her clit. She was pumping furiously over my face until she stiffened and shoved her pussy into my face so hard that she almost gave me a nosebleed.

“Oh my God, Sammy, I’m cumming on your face, eat my pussy little brother.”

I was enjoying sucking her nectar as she took her honey pot away from me by sliding down my chest straddle my pelvis. She left a trail the whole way down, that I just rubbed into my skin. She poised herself above my crotch, grabbed my hard, aching cock, and lined up with her womanly opening and impaled herself. She began a slow circular grind and quickly began cumming again. She was holding her breath and tilted her head back, screaming, “Fuck me you little fucker, give me your hard cock, stick it in your sister’s tight pussy.”

Her muscular walls gripping my sensitive penis and way she was talking was enough for me and I shot my load inside her juicy pussy. She collapsed on top of me and said, “Oh Sammy, you are one hell a lay, no wonder all the girls want you.”

“I don’t know about that, sis, but I know I sure don’t regret, us. You are fantastic. I love you.”

“I love you too, Sammy, you don’t know how much.” With that we said our good nights, she got dressed and left me to wonder most peaceful sleeps I’ve ever had.

And so began a new chapter in my life, one I hope of pleasure and future love.

To be continued.

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First of all, a little about myself. I’m a happily married man in my late thirties. I love my wife but since the kids have come along we find less and less time for sex. My wife is often tired and we just seem to have gotten out of the habit of doing it. I’ve always enjoyed sneaking lustful glances at good-looking women over the years and I find myself doing it more and more now. I love imagining having sex with them, wondering what sexy underwear they have on, how they will sound and act when I fuck them. Of course, I’m too shy to do anything about this and have long since resigned myself to just wanking whilst indulging my fantasies.

I was working away from home again. I’d had a long, hard day with a demanding customer and was feeling tired and stressed when I reached the hotel at about 8:30 PM. The girl on the reception is a pretty young brunette – East European judging from her accent. She gives me a lovely bright smile as she welcomes me to the hotel. Elena (according to her name tag) is wearing a tight white blouse with the top couple of buttons undone revealing a hint of cleavage. A little silver cross nestles between the swelling of her tits and jiggles slightly as she types my details into the hotel system. Just looking at this girl was making me horny – I resign myself to another evening of wanking in my room.

Just as I turn away from the desk to go to my room I catch sight of this really gorgeous-looking girl walking into the hotel. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, and a figure and face to die for. She’s wearing a dark business suit – short skirt and a buttoned-up jacket that looks to be hiding a great pair of tits. But it’s her legs, clad in sheer black stockings (I imagine, not tights) and the killer black, shiny, fuck-me heels that really hold my attention. She clicks her way across the foyer towards reception and I watch her furtively from by the lifts as she checks in. I’ve found my material for a good wank tonight!

I go up to my room and change out of my suit into jeans and T-shirt. I flick through the pay movies menu to see what porn was available but it looks to be the usual hotel fare – crap movies with no plot and all the juicy penetration and money shots cut out. I have a look at the room service menu but nothing takes my fancy.

“What the heck,” I think. “I might as well go down to the restaurant and eat there – I can always do a bit of harmless people-watching”.

The restaurant is pretty packed but the maitre’d manages to find me an empty table. It’s in a corner with a good view of the restaurant. I have a look round but don’t see any totty I can watch and fantasise over discreetly. I order my meal and sip a drink waiting for the first course.

Then, in comes the blonde girl I saw earlier at reception. She is still wearing the same business suit and still looking stunning. I give my cock a surreptitious stroke through my jeans as I watch her standing there waiting for a table. I would love to be able to explore her body – run my hands up those sheer stockings and rub my fingers over her pussy, tweak her nipples and make her gasp. My cock is growing in my jeans as I think about what I’d like to do to her. The maitre’d comes over and I can see him shaking his head. I look around – all the tables are occupied. She looks put out but carries on talking to the maitre’d. Just then my first course arrives and I start to eat. When I look up again I see her and the maitre’d just a few feet away from my table. “Excuse me sir,” says the maitre’d. “We are very full tonight as you can see. I was wondering if you would mind sharing your table with this young lady?”

“Err… no – of course not”, I stutter out, taken by surprise at this.

“Thank you very much sir,” he says and pulls back the chair opposite me to allow the blonde to sit down.

“This is really good of you” says the blonde, flashing me a nice smile.

“No, not at all” I say and return to my starter as I don’t want to appear to be leering at her. My cock is still pretty hard in my jeans. I adjust the napkin to make sure no-one can see.

Whilst she’s examining the menu, I chance a couple of glances at her. Close up she is still gorgeous. Early thirties, I would guess. Blue eyes framed with long black lashes. Flawless complexion with expertly applied make-up. Deep red, full lips. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she peruses the menu. My cock gives a little twitch as I imagine that tongue slurping over my knob. She’s bent slightly forward and I can see she has a white shirt on under her suit jacket. The top couple of buttons of both her jacket and blouse are undone, revealing a deep cleavage. My hard-on is showing no signs of disappearing as I entertain thoughts of nuzzling what looks like a nice ripe pair of tits. Her fingers are long and slim with long polished nails but I feel a slight pang of disappointment as I notice the plain gold ring on her left hand. Married! Just my luck. I consoled myself with another leer at the soft, creamy fleshy revealed by the undone blouse just as she tuzla escort raises her head from her menu and clocks me staring. Bugger! I can feel the colour rising in my face. She smiles a little and then asks, “What’s that starter you’ve got? It looks tasty”.

“Um, err, um,” I stutter as she carries on smiling and looking straight at me.

“It’s just tomato and mozzarella,” I eventually manage to say. “But pretty tasty”.

“Mmm – it looks pretty tasty to me” she says – looking straight at me, not the plate.

I just look at her lost for words. Somehow I feel that she knows I’ve been fantasising about her and it has completely fazed me.

She laughs and says, “Anyway, I’m Angela”, holding out her hand.

“Rob – pleased to meet you”, I respond and shake her hand. Did I imagine it or did she hold the handshake slightly longer than necessary?

Just then the waiter came and took her order. The rest of the meal passed without incident. We made a little small talk about our jobs and our families. She confirmed that she was married, “to Des, although I am very independent. I certainly don’t tell him everything I get up to.” she says with another cheeky smile.

We had nearly finished our meals and ordered coffee to finish. Angela reached over for the sugar and knocked a spoon of the table. “Oops! Clumsy me!” She said but made no move to pick up the spoon.

“Hang on – I’ll get it.”

I bend down to retrieve it and get a great view of her slim, shapely legs. As I pick up the spoon Angela uncrosses her legs and, just for a second, I get a great view up her skirt. I can see the lacy tops of her hold-ups clinging to her thighs and what looks like a glimpse of silky black panty further up. I pretend to fumble around for the spoon and am rewarded as she parts her legs a little further and shifts forward on her seat. Now I’m 6 inches from her knees and staring straight up her skirt. I’m so close I can see how the tops of her hold-ups are digging into the soft flesh of her tanned thighs. The material of her panties is black and shiny and is pulled taut over her mound. I stay down there drinking in the sight in front of me, my cock throbbing uncomfortably in my jeans, made worse by my doubled-up position. How long I would’ve stayed down there I don’t know but I’m brought out of my reverie by Angela’s cough.

“Have you got lost down there?” Angela inquires.

I jump and bump my head on the underside of the table in my haste to get up.

“Here you are”, I say, handing her the spoon, blushing madly.

“Hmm, you look kind of flushed. I wonder what caused that?” giggles Angela.

It’s difficult not to come to the conclusion that she engineered the whole episode to give her an opportunity to flash herself at me. I’m going to have a glorious wank over her tonight when I get back to my room.

“Hmm, they don’t have any sweetener here” Angela comments and reaches for her handbag. She opens it, rummages around for a bit then retrieves her packet of sweeteners and drops a couple in her coffee. Looking at me she brushes her arm across the table, sweeping her handbag off it and onto the floor.

“Oh dear – I’m so clumsy!” says Angela grinning at me.

There is no way that wasn’t deliberate I think to myself as I get under the table. Eagerly I look at her legs but they are crossed this time. The bag is lying right by her feet. I reach forward to retrieve it and hear the murmur of nylon as she uncrosses her legs. Grinning I look up and soak up the wondrous view again. Now I know what her game is, I feel a little bolder and stay squatting under there gawping at the view. Angela’s hands appear and reach out for the hem of her skirt. Slowly she eases her skirt up her thighs until it is all gathered around her waist. Only the table cloth and her napkin are stopping the other diners from seeing her glorious legs in their entirety. A second later she slowly swivels her knees wide apart and scoots forward to the edge of the seat. One slender hand moves down to her crotch and a well-manicured nail is gently dragged across the sheer material. I’m wondering whether I dare reach out and touch her stocking-clad legs and work my way up to the top when I hear Angela’s voice.

“No, I’m fine thanks. This gentleman is just retrieving my hand bag.”

Quickly I shuffle back out from under the table, pass Angela the bag and regain my seat. The waiter is standing by our table asking if we would like anything else. I am bright red with embarrassment at the situation but again Angela appears totally unconcerned.

After the waiter brings our bills and we pay I’m in a dilemma. I can’t get up and leave before she does because my cock is still standing to attention. Angela sits looking at me for a moment and then says “I think I need a nightcap. Care to join me?”

“Umm, sure” I say, still wondering how I can get up without everyone noticing the tent in my trousers.

“Meet me in the bar,” says Angela, “I’ll be there in a few minutes – I just want to freshen up”.

With tuzla escort bayan that she gets up and leaves. I watch her totter out on her heels and wonder what will happen later. After a couple of minutes my hard-on has subsided enough for me to leave too. I go to the bar and, sitting on a stool, order a beer. The bar is pretty empty – just a few couples here and there. Fifteen minutes pass and I’m beginning to think she’s stood me up when Angela walks back in. My jaw drops – she has changed out of her classy, sexy, yet restrained business suit into a little red dress. It has thin straps and a plunging neckline. The silky material is tight over her full breasts (I can see a faint outline of her nipples and wonder if she has no bra on) and then flares into a very short mini-skirt. She still has stockings and her high heels on.

“Do you like my dress Rob? I just bought it for my husband today. Do you think he’ll like it?”

“It’s gorgeous. You have a lucky husband”

Angela smiles and does a little twirl for me. The skirt spins out a bit and I get another glimpse of lacy stocking-top. My hard-on is beginning to come back.

“You don’t think it makes me look like a little slut do you?” asks Angela.

“No, no not at all”

“Hmmm, that’s a shame” she says with a little smile. Again I am at a loss for words.

“Let’s go and sit over there” says Angela indicating a quiet corner. “Can you get me a Barcardi Breezer?”

I bring the drinks over. Angela is sitting on one side of the table. I sit next to her. Our knees are almost touching. She takes a cigarette out and places it between her full red lips. I watch fascinated as she lights it seductively. She inhales deeply and blows the smoke towards me. The filter of her cigarette is wet with her saliva and for a second a thread of saliva stretches between her moist lips and the cigarette.

She stretches deeply and says “Oooh – I need to relax. It’s been ages since I’ve had a fuck. That’s my favourite way to relax”

I nearly drop my beer in shock – did she really just say that?

“Do you like to fuck?” she asks?

I just stare at my beer in embarrassment.

“Hmm – I reckon you do,” Angela continues, ignoring my discomfort. “I saw that hard-on of yours earlier”.

I look up and she’s grinning at me.

“The last fuck I had was yesterday. This guy picked me up in the bar at the hotel. Took me to his room and fucked my arse off. God that was good”.

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this,” I say. “Girls like you don’t tell me that sort of thing.”

“Well tonight’s your lucky night then Rob!”

Angela leans forward over the table and gives me a great view down her top. Her tits look full and completely unfettered.

“I love fucking. Any where, any time, any place. Look – just talking about it has made my nipples stiff” she says.

I follow her command and see that she is right. She casually rubs her tits through her top and moans quietly.

“But, what about your husband?”

“Oh – he doesn’t mind. He loves to hear all the details of my , err, escapades, when I get home. Of course sometimes I just tease men. I love to show off, and get so turned on when they’re turned on”.

She looks down at my lap, grinning, “Like now.”

There’s no mistaking the tent my cock is making in my jeans. I’m beginning to get over my shock and embarrassment.

“Christ – you really are a little tease Angela”.

“Mmm – you better believe it”.

She downs her drink and stands up.

“Right. I’m off to my room. Come on” says Angela and begins to walk out of the bar.

I just leave my beer and follow her out – still not believing this is happening. She starts walking up the stairs then stops and looks down at me. She has one leg 2 steps higher than the other and I’m staring right up her dress. Her black lacy stocking-tops look great stretched over her taut thighs. Her thong has almost disappeared between her cheeks.

“Just checking you’re enjoying the view Rob”.

“Oh yes – absolutely!”

Angela sashays along the corridor to her room. Standing outside her door she drops the key.

“Oops! Silly me” she says as she bends over to pick it up.

Her feet are about 2 feet apart and she bends right over at the waist to pick up the key. Her dress rides up and I get another glorious view of her arse. This time I can see even more of her exquisite arse and my cock is just bursting to escape the confines of my jeans. She stays like that for 30 seconds or so, gently rubbing her arse and running a finger over the silky material of her thong. I am itching to touch and stroke her but still can’t believe this is happening. She straightens up slowly, slides her key card into the door and walks in. I follow – well who wouldn’t?

In her room, she walks over to the desk and picks up a camera.

“I want some pictures of me in my new dress for hubby. You can take them” Angela says, throwing me the camera.

“Ok,” I say and start taking escort tuzla pictures as she poses for me.

The first few are just of her standing at different angles but then she starts to bend over and show more and more of her stocking-clad legs. She bends over again from the waist and I take a couple more. Then Angela spins round and lowers the straps of her dress. Her tits swing free and they are truly great – 36DD I reckon and very firm. Her nipples are standing proudly erect.

“Forget the fucking camera Rob. I need you to suck these,” moans Angela, cupping her tits and offering them to me.

My earlier hesitation has gone now and I walk right over to her and grab handfuls of her ripe breasts. I squeeze them and tweak her nipples. She moans appreciatively. I bend down and gently lick and suck each nipple.

“Oh yes Rob – suck and bite them babe!” she orders.

After a few more seconds of this Angela steps back and kneels down in front of me.

“I want to see that cock of yours now.”

She unbuckles my belt and tugs the zip down over my hard-on. Pre-cum has been oozing out of my cock for ages and the front of my boxers are slick with it. Angela starts to lick it off. My cock twitches as I feel her tongue through the fabric.

“Mmm – tastes good,” says Angela. “I love the taste of a man’s pre-cum almost as much as his cum” she adds, grinning mischievously.

Then she grabs my boxers and rips them down. My cock springs free and she examines it for a few seconds.

“God – I just love cocks!” she exclaims. “Big ones, small ones, black ones, white ones. As long as they’re nice and stiff for me!”

She runs a red fingernail down my shaft to my balls.

“Oh Christ – you little slut. You’ve made me so hard!” I grunt.

She licks her lips and takes the head into her mouth. I gasp as she swirls her tongue over the glans and down to the frenulum. Slowly she eases her mouth down my shaft, licking and sucking. She takes my full length down her throat and stays there for a few seconds as I enjoy the exquisite sensations of her tongue, mouth and teeth on my cock. She pulls back and spits hanging strands of her saliva onto my knob. The hot spit dribbles down my shaft and over my balls.

“Got to make him nice and wet” grins Angela as she repeats this and noisily slurps up the spit as it drips off my balls. I’ve never had a blow job like this before – the feeling is just so good. Angela has got me so turned on that I need to release fast. I grab her head and roughly jam my cock into her mouth. She makes a muffled noise as my cock slides back down her wet throat. I fuck her face harder and harder. She is moaning and gagging slightly, saliva running down her chin and her red lipstick is getting smeared all over her lips as she stares up at me with her big blue eyes. It doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm approach. I speed up and am slamming into her so fast my cock looks like a blur.

“Arrrghhh!!” I shout as I come.

Angela rips her head from my grip and milks my cock with her hand as I shoot my load. 1, 2, 3 thick strings of cum spurt out and splat on her face. My cum is all over her face – on her lips and cheeks, eyelids and hair.

“You dirty bastard – I just love it when a man comes all over me like that,” she says thickly when the spurts subside and my cock stops twitching in her hands.

I step back, panting slightly as I take in the sight of the dirty slut I’ve just cum all over. She scoops up the thick ropes of cum off her face with her fingers and lets gobs and long strings of my sticky, slippery cum drop into her mouth.

“Mmmm – I just love the taste of it”.

I am so turned on it’s unbelievable – my cock is still rock hard as she slurps the last few drops from the head. Angela looks at me as she lazily dribbles bubbles of cum and spit out of her mouth. It drips obscenely off her chin, splattering on her tits and thighs as she sits in front of me.

“Christ – you dirty fucking bitch. That is so horny!”

“Mmm – I know” says Angela grinning at me and rubbing my cum into her skin.

I stagger back into a chair, stunned by what’s just happened. Angela jumps up and runs to the bathroom. She emerges 5 minutes later and has cleaned up most of the spunk off her face and re-applied her lipstick. There are still gobbets of spunk in her hair and on her tits.

“Right you dirty fucker – it’s time you made me cum,” Angela commands as she lies back on the bed.

She opens her legs wide and beckons me towards her. I’m on the bed in a flash and start to fondle and lick her legs. I run my tongue up and down her stockings up to her thigh – soaking them with my spit.

“That’s enough – play with my pussy!” she demands after a few minutes.

I move up and start tonguing her through her silky thong. It is already soaking wet with her juices and I get my first taste of her pussy. I lick harder and harder and Angela starts to moan and writhe underneath me. After a while I pull her thong to one side and begin a sustained assault on her clit which is standing out in a state of obvious arousal. It doesn’t take long before she has wrapped her long stocking-clad legs around my neck and yelled her way to her first orgasm.

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I’ve been working as an escort in Cardiff for a few months now. I was a late starter — I’ve just turned 54 years old — but I’ve been surprised just how much business I’m getting. I used to do it part-time, but I’ve given up my job as a school secretary now and see men every week day. I only work during the days, not evenings, and my dull husband Don doesn’t suspect a thing.

My name’s Ruth, but my clients know me as Gwyneth. My photographer and occasional lover Gwyn has helped me set up my Adultline profile, with lots of very sexy photos in my private gallery. It’s amazing what some people will go for — I can even sell my old panties on the site for ten pounds a time. I started off doing just incalls, in a little flat Gwyn owns, but I now do outcalls to city hotels too. I walk in dressed like a businesswoman, but with my sexy underwear beneath the power suit. It’s a treat being in a comfy hotel room, enjoying a glass of bubbly from the minibar then giving my client a bloody good time.

I’m not what you’d call conventionally attractive — short, a bit plump with a big chest — but my regulars seem to like what I offer. Most of them tend to be older gentlemen, but I’ve also given more young lads their first real sexual experience than I can count. They tend to be a bit nervous at first, but once I’ve given them a nice massage and a blow job they relax, and they’ve got so much enthusiasm and stamina! After years of being sexually repressed in a boring marriage, I feel like I’ve suddenly turned into this wild animal. I feel happier and fitter than I can ever remember, I’ve started going to a gym and shed a few pounds, and I’ve had sex in some positions I wouldn’t even have dreamed existed!

Recently I’ve started watching a series on satellite TV called The L-Word. It’s about a group of glamorous lesbians in Los Angeles who see to spend most of their time making smart remarks and jumping into each other’s beds. There’s one character in it, she’s a pro tennis player, who’s the spitting image of my 27-year old daughter, Suzie. They’re both tall and slim with long pretty faces and beautiful brown hair. One night, after this character, Dana, had had a particularly raunchy scene, I had a dream where she went down on me then fucked me with a huge dildo. Only, as I came, I looked up into her face and it wasn’t Dana, it was my Suzie grinning down at me. I’d never had sex with a woman, but watching the TV show and that dream started me thinking about it for the first time. Before long I was frigging myself in the bath, fantasising about my own daughter licking me out.

Suzie’s 27, and married to a muscular salesman called Darren. She’s also got a sweet 4-year old son called Rhys. Darren sometimes goes away for a couple of days at a time, on sales trips, to conferences, that sort of thing, and I occasionally go round to keep Suzie company. The thing is, one time — ages ago this is, before I even went on the game — I was browsing through their DVD collection and I found a few porn ones, including a couple which appeared to have totally lesbian content. I remembered that when I was thinking about Suzie, and the most wicked idea came into my head. If the last few months has taught me anything, it’s taught me that if you want something you have to go for it, so I started to work out a little plan in my head.

A couple of weeks back, when Darren was on one of his trips, I visited Suzie. I went straight from my apartment, as she lives in a nice modern housing estate on the edge of Cardiff. Suzie likes red wine, so on the way I picked up a couple of bottles. I deliberately went for a variety with quite a high alcohol content. Suzie looked lovely, in an off-the shoulder top, a knee-length skirt and bare legs. Her boobs are tiny compared to mine, but she’s got great, very long legs. We had a nice meal, then, after Suzie had put Rhys to bed, we cracked open the wine. Before long we were both feeling pretty mellow.

Suzie grinned at me and said, “Well, I must say Mum, you’re looking very well. What’s brought the colour to your cheeks, you got a new feller or something?” I gave her a coy smile and sipped my wine, saying nothing. She shrieked like an excited teenager. “Mum, no way! Really? Come on then, tell me all about him.”

I decided to play hard to get. “I dunno if I should Suze. I mean, I wouldn’t want your father to suspect anything.”

She gave a cynical snort at that. “Oh come on Mum, you know me better than that. Me and him aren’t exactly close, are we?” I knew only too well that Suzie can’t stand her dad; in fact she’s told me more than once she doesn’t know why I stay with him.

I smiled again, and said, “Well, it’s not a new bloke as such, more in the way of being a new career. Thing is, I’m not sure you’ll approve. You’ve got to promise me you won’t breathe a word to a soul.” Suzie was intrigued now and, taking a big slurp of wine, crossed her heart and hoped to die. I led her over to her computer and, when we’d booted it up, bursa escort logged into the Adultline website, then sat her down in front of my profile. Suzie literally did a double-take, and read through my profile with her mouth hanging open in astonishment. Her eyes nearly popped out when she saw my services include anal!

She turned to look at me with big eyes. “Mum, I just don’t believe this. You’re a prostitute? Let me have a look at your private gallery.” I opened it up for her and for a moment I thought she was going to choke. There’s one particular picture of a 22-year old Russian stud Gwyn hired sliding his oiled 10-inch cock into me, and Suzie blew that one up to full screen size and examined it. I noticed that as she did she was literally licking her lips.

We went and sat back down and, over another glass of wine, I told her how I’d got into the work. After I’d finished she shook her head, absolutely amazed. “Well, I can’t say I disapprove Mum, I mean it’s your life, it obviously makes you happy, and I believe in empowerment; but it does make me feel, I dunno, a bit weird knowing that my old mum’s screwing dozens of men every week.” I then told Suzie how much I was earning from my new career. She flopped back on the sofa and murmured “Fucking hell!” Then she raised her glass in mock salute, said “Well, fucking good luck to you, you dirty old cow”, drained her glass and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

If my plan was to have any chance of success I needed Suzie to be drunk, not comatose. I said, “Tell you what love, I could murder a cup of coffee. Best make yours a black one.” She stuck her tongue out at me, but tottered off to the kitchen to boil the kettle. While she was away I scuttled over to the shelf where the DVDs are kept and picked out one called Ladies Night 2. By the time Suzie walked back in with a tray of coffee and biscuits it was playing, with two statuesque blonde girls unconvincingly flirting with each other. Suzie gaped at the screen, then at me. “Christ Mum, what are you watching?”

I winked at her. “One of your DVDs love. Do you enjoy watching this kind of stuff?”

She flopped down on the sofa beside me and shrugged. “It’s more Darren’s sort of thing.” There was something about the way she said it that made me wonder. Either way, she didn’t turn the film off, but pretended to be totally occupied with her coffee.

After a few minutes I decided it was time to start my move. Casually I reached up and started stroking one of my daughter’s bare shoulders. She shivered, but didn’t stop me, just stared into her coffee cup. I stroked my fingertips across her pale skin in very lightly, which I know some of my clients find incredibly erotic. Gazing at the screen, making my voice soft and soothing, I murmured, “Do you ever watch these films and wonder what it’s like with another woman? How it must be to feel her soft skin against yours, taste her breasts in your mouth, feel her fingers inside you and her lips on yours? I know I do.”

I noticed that the combination of my words and my stroking was beginning to make Suzie blush. Her skin was getting warmer, and she was beginning to breathe more deeply. Not looking at me, she mumbled, “I used to wonder.”

That caught me totally by surprise, and for a moment I stopped stroking and squawked at her, “What do you mean you used to?”

She was very red in the face by then and, turning her coffee cup in circles between her long thin fingers, she almost whispered, “Well, you know my friend Linda?” Linda was at school with Suzie, and works as a secretary at Darren’s firm. Suze looked me in the eye, and continued, “The two of us went out on a girls’ night out once and…I mean, it only happened twice, and that first time we’d both had a lot to drink.”

Trying to ignore the chock I felt at Suzie’s confession, I resumed my gentle voice and slid my hand across her back, stroking the nape of her neck with my fingers. “That’s all right love, I mean when it’s two girls together it isn’t like it’s really cheating, is it? And who wouldn’t enjoy that?” I glanced back at the screen, where one of the blondes was rubbing her pussy hard onto the other’s face.

My daughter seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with herself. Her nipples were poking like little bullets through her T-shirt, and she let her head fall back, clearly aroused by my caresses. She groaned, “Mum, I know what you’re doing, and it wouldn’t be right, not between us. There are lots of other girls out there you could…”

Leaning in towards her I interrupted her. “I don’t want other girls Suze.”

I started softly kissing and licking her throat, while my finer moved round to hear and began stroking its contours, and my other hand gently cupped her left breast. She took a deep breath and whispered, “Oh fuck…” I thought for a moment it was going to be that easy, but then her eyes snapped open and she tried to sit up. Attempting to inject some authority to her voice she said, bursa escort bayan “Mother, stop this now. I mean it!”

She looked at me angrily and I moved in, cramming my lips firmly onto hers and taking advantage of her open mouth to slide in my tongue. Immediately she began to struggle against me and push hard with both hands in a real effort to try and force me off her. I had my arm wrapped around her neck though, and I was very determined. I slipped my free hand down under the waistband of her skirt and into her thong panties. One of my fingers found her crack, and without a moment’s hesitation I pushed it into her hot, wet quim. She squealed into my mouth and hit me quite hard on the shoulder. Then in an instant she stopped fighting me, just like that. Like a balloon with a pin pushed into it she went soft, and next thing I knew she was hugging me tightly to her and wrestling my tongue with hers. I managed to slip a second finger into her and started to really enjoy my first feel of another woman’s snatch. Suze moaned and slipped her hands under my jumper, stroking the bare skin of my back.

After a minute or so of me finger fucking her, Suzie dragged her lips off mine and, wrapping her arms around my neck, rested her forehead against mine, our noses touching. Breathing heavily, she whispered, “Christ Mum! At least let’s go up to the bedroom.” I had mixed feelings about breaking off, even for a moment, and giving her time to think about what we were doing, but it was she who led me up to her and Darren’s room, holding my hand all the way.

Once we were in the bedroom Suzie closed the door firmly, to try and avoid waking Rhys, and sat on the bed, looking a bit dazed, while I quickly stripped out of my clothes. She then stood, slightly unsteadily, and reached for the hem of her T-shirt, but I stopped her. I then proceeded to undress my daughter, for the first time since she was five years old. She lifted her arms as I raised the T-shirt over her head, then I knelt before her and unzipped her skirt. As it pooled around her feet I could see that her thong was tiny, and absolutely soaked with pussy juice. I eased it down to her ankles and, resting one hand on my shoulder, she stepped out of them. I found my face inches from Suzie’s shaved pussy, the sweet pink lips pouting at me, slick with her juice. Unable to resist, I reached around her, clutched her slim buttocks and buried my nose in her, breathing in the aroma of her arousal. She sighed and ground her snatch against me, her hands behind my head pulling me onto her. I felt slightly light-headed with lust, and stood and pulled her into my arms. We hugged tightly and kissed deeply, falling back onto the bed.

I was on top as we fell, but Suzie surprised me and flipped me over onto my back. Immediately she wrapped her lips around one of my tits and gave it a good long suck. Most of my clients do that of course, but my own daughter doing it to me was an incredible turn-on and I began to whine with pleasure as I tried to force more and more of my boob into her mouth. I felt her twirling her fingers in my bushy pubes, and moments later I tensed in anticipation as I felt her warm breath rippling my hairs. She teased me at first, blowing on my gash, tracing her fingers around my labia and dabbing at me with her tongue until I was writhing with desire and almost begging her to go down on me.

At last I felt her tongue actually enter me, bringing the dream I’d had to reality. God, I’ve been eaten out a few times, but not by anybody as good as Suzie. Later I rally wondered about her claim that she’d only been with another woman twice. Her tongue seemed incredibly long, lapping deep into me, while she stroked my clit with one hand and my pussy lips with the other. I sucked at one of my own breasts and massaged the other until I had to put a pillow over my face to muffle my roar as I jumped and squirmed to a fantastic climax on my daughter’s tongue. Suzie wasn’t finished with me though. I felt her pushing at my pussy, and a moment later an almost electric buzz ran through me as her entire hand slipped inside me. Fisting is a new thrill I’ve discovered recently, and I love it. I could barely breathe as my lovely daughter pushed her fist up and down my pussy channel, stroking her fingers around me as she did so. She started sucking on my tit again at the same time, and the combination gave me a second heaving, trembling release.

I was still trembling with the aftershock of my orgasm when Suzie pressed her sticky hand to my lips. I sucked my cum off each of her fingers in turn, and she giggled. “I still can’t believe I’m doing this with my own fucking mother. Jesus, you’re a dirty old bitch.” We lay and snogged for a bit while I recovered my breath, Suzie massaging my boobs and wrapping a long leg around me to stroke the back of my leg with her toes.

It was late so I phoned Don to tell him I’d drunk too much and was sleeping over at Suzie’s. While I was on the phone she went to check escort bursa on Rhys. When she returned I licked my way down to her chest and attached my mouth to one of her boobs. It was so small that the whole mound fitted into my mouth, and I sucked hard on it. Her head rocked back and she gasped, “Oh yeah!” I stroked my hand across her shaved pussy mound, loving the soft feel of her skin, then slid a couple of fingers into her. I felt around with my thumb until I found her clit, and started to stroke it as I fucked my fingers into her. Almost immediately she stiffened and started whimpering and her pussy tightened around my hand. I was amazed she’d come that quick, and continued fucking and sucking her. Before long she pushed on the top of my head and breathed “Pleeaase mama”.

I smiled to myself and slipped my head between her legs. She really has got a pretty snatch, all pink and puffy. I took my time, leaning in slowly and letting my tongue have a good taste of its first pussy before I pulled her lips apart and slid it in. Within moments she was rocking and rolling on my tongue and fingers, muttering over and over, “Oh fuck, so good, so very, very good.” She started to twist over and, rather than lose contact I went with her. We re-positioned ourselves so that she was literally sitting on my face, rubbing her snatch up and down me so that not only my tongue but my nose was rubbing her insides too. When I sensed she was close to cumming I pushed two fingers up her bum and started reaming her. I know that really turns some men on, and Suzie squealed with delight and began rocking back and forth, forcing my fingers harder into her arse until I felt her walls tighten again around my tongue. At the same time her bottom clenched on my fingers, and she fell forward with a huge sigh.

We slept in each other’s arms that night. I woke up at one point to find Suzie, quite asleep, with her lips attached to my nipple, just as if I was breast feeding her again. In the morning though, a bit hung over, Suzie seemed cringingly embarrassed about what we’d done together, and couldn’t wait to get me out of the house. When I phoned her later on, at first she didn’t want to even talk about it and tried to shut me up. After a few minutes’ coaxing, though, I got her to admit she’d had a good time, and by the time the call had finished she’d even agreed that the next time Darren was away we could “have another kiss and cuddle and see what happens”.

In the next month I slept with Suzie twice more. By that third time she was much more relaxed about it and we had got used to each other’s tastes, so we had an incredible session. She woke me up in the middle of the night and whispered, “Mum, I’ve got a little present for you.” The next moment I felt an enormous prick pushing into my cunt from behind. I looked over my shoulder in surprise and saw Suzie was wearing a strap-on dildo which she was slowly inserting into me. I rolled onto my tummy and she went with me, pushing my legs apart and pulling hers up so she was kneeling. As she built up a rhythm I heard a gentle buzzing and saw Suze was rolling her head with her tongue hanging out. I found out later the dildo had a vibrator at the other end which was sitting in her pussy as she fucked me. She went on and on pounding at me, massaging the small of my back with her hands at the same time, and we both came several timed before I finally had to gasp to her that I couldn’t take any more.

Last week I got an interesting request from a client. I’ve had one or two requests before for a two-girl session, but as I’m quite new to the business I don’t know that many other ladies. However, this guy Bernard, one of my regulars who visits Cardiff on business, offered me a lot of money. I said I’d make a few calls and get back to him, hung up and immediately phoned my daughter. When I explained what I was asking her, she sounded genuinely upset. “For fuck’s sake Mother, it’s not enough that you’ve turned me into an adulterous, incestuous dyke, it’s not enough that you’re on the game, now you want me to start whoring as well?”

I tried to lighten the tone of the conversation. “It’s not as if I’m asking you to go full-time love, I’m just asking you to help me out this once. Look, he’s a nice guy with an eight-inch cock, and he’s offering me 500 pounds for two hours if I can find a partner. You can have 300 of it. Just to do things you enjoy, being fucked and having your pussy eaten.” Money’s always been important to Suzie.

She was silent for several seconds, then said, in a pained voice, “Jesus, I don’t fucking believe this. Eight inches you said?” I don’t know how big Darren’s equipment is, but I’m betting it doesn’t match Bernard’s. Suzie was quiet again, then said, “Oh God, I dunno, I’ll have to think about it. I’ll call you back.” I asked her when and she snapped “When I’ve thought about it” and put the phone down. When she hadn’t called back after three hours I rang her and she whined, “Damn you Mum. Yeah, Ok, I’ll sodding do it for 300. This is a one-off though, don’t you dare start getting any big ideas.” Trying not to sound too triumphant I told her to wear sexy underwear then called Bernard back, telling him I had an extra little surprise for him.

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The story thus far…

I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula. Paula and I ended up in bed. Only when we were done fucking did we realize that we were not alone in the house. I left and went home where I saw my daughter being fucked in her bed. The next morning Suzy and I ended up in bed.

*

Steve had been up all night.

When he got home the night before he had been exhausted. He wasn’t too surprised to be coming home to an empty house. His sister Runt often stayed out all night because of her job. His brother Tom also frequently stayed out all night, although the work Tom was doing at night only involved getting into a girl’s panties. Mark was out of town for the weekend. The only one thing that slightly surprised Steve was that his Mom was still out. He knew his Mom had a date and it pleased Steve that she was still out. It was a sign that her date was going well.

Steve considered getting on the internet. He had recently been spending a lot of time at a site called chatropolis, most often using the handle “steve teen.” It was a place he could explore his fantasies while he beat off, but that night he decided he was too tired, even for that. He had just climbed into bed when he heard the door open. He listened and didn’t hear any talking so he assumed his Mom was alone. He decided to get out of bed and see how her date had gone and had just opened his door when he heard a man’s voice. The man was apologizing for something that had happened the night before.

While he stood at his door and listened to the conversation, Steve learned quite a lot. He learned his sister was currently working as a whore and that his own mother had once also been a whore. He also heard that his mother was having some strong feelings for this man. He heard the man and his mother go to her bedroom then he heard them having sex. He learned his Mom could be loud and foul mouthed while she was being fucked.

When the man and his mom had finished Steve tried to quietly shut his bedroom door, but the door clicked loud enough so that he was sure they heard him. Steve’s bedroom window was open and from his bed, he could hear his mom and the man talking on the porch before the man left. After the man left, heard his mother return to her room. Steve’s cock was very hard after all he had heard that night, but he didn’t beat off. Although he was very horny, he just didn’t want to. Instead he just stayed bursa escort in bed awake all night.

Just after dawn he heard his mom in the shower and soon after she was gone. At seven he got up, slipped on underwear, shorts and a T-shirt and went down to the kitchen. He was just finishing his first cup of coffee when Runt came through the back door.

Runt was wearing a short red dress. “Coffee! Thank goodness.” She poured a cup and sat at the kitchen table. “How’s it goin Stevey?” she asked smiling.

Steve smiled, “Going good. How was the country club?”

“OK. Big wedding. Made some good money, but had to work all night again,” Runt said. “Hey is Mom up yet?”

“She’s was up and gone before I was out of bed,” Steve replied.

Runt’s smile disappeared. “Really? Crap! I guess her date didn’t go well. I was really hoping it would have worked.”

“I imagine. You set her up with this guy, right?”

Runt stared into her coffee cup. “Yeah”

“How did you meet him?” Steve asked.

Runt jerked her head up and looked at him. “Uh, he was just a guy I met at the country club.”

“Oh and you thought mom would go for the type of a guy who is a country club member?”

“Sure, what’s wrong with country clubs?” Runt asked.

“Nothing at all,” Steve replied, “especially when the country club is a whore house.”

Runt stared at him. “You knew, I mean know? How? How long?”

“Not till last night,” Steve said.

“How did you find out?”

“I overhead Mom and that guy talking about it.”

“REALLY! SHIT! Were they yelling?”

“Not al all,” Steve replied.

“Wow so maybe her date went ok,” Steve said.

“From what I could hear, it went well,” Steve said.

“Why, what else did they say?” Runt asked.

“It wasn’t so much what did they say, as what was Mom saying.”

“Well? What was she saying?”

Steve voice went to a falsetto as her said, “Oh Fuck me. Eat me, Fuck me right there.”

“You bastard,” Runt laughed and gave Steve a hard punch in the arm. “He fucked her? Wow that’s great. Too bad he didn’t stay the night.”

“Well I guess that was kind of my fault,” Steve said.

“Why?”

“They thought they were alone but they heard me when they were done. When he was leaving the house I heard mom tell him that she thought I might still be a virgin.”

“A VIRGIN? That’s hysterical.”

“I am,” Steve said quietly.

“No Way!” Runt said.

“Yeah,” Steve was turning red.

“Wow,” Runt said, “That’s incredible.”

They sat in silence until finally Steve said, “I couldn’t believe it when I heard you’ve been whoring.”

Now it was Runt who turned red. “Yes, it’s true. Are you ashamed of me?” she asked.

“Ashamed? No, not at bursa escort bayan all. Actually I was going to ask if you would take me and fix me up with a girl. I’m sick of being a virgin. I’ll pay.”

Runt smiled, “Steve you are such a sweetie, but you shouldn’t have to pay for a whore. You’re a hottie.”

“Sure I am,” Steve said sarcastically. “Come on Runt. I’ll pay. I just want to get laid.”

“I know just the girl for you. She’s very slutty.”

“Really? That would be great. What does she look like?”

Runt said, “She’s only five foot tall. Ninety one pounds. Green eyes, brown hair.”

“That sounds like you,” Steve said.

Runt continued, “Her measurements are 35-23-35. She wears a C cup.”

“Now That is quite a coincidence. Once I checked out your bra when you left it in the bathroom. You wear a 35C.”

“Oh and she keeps her pussy shaved except for a tiny tuft of hair above it that will tickle your nose if you eat her.”

“You?” Steve asked.

“I guess you’d have to do a pussy inspection to find out,” Runt said smiling.

Steve stood up. His cock was tenting the front of his shorts. Runt also stood and started heading for the bedroom, but Steve grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Without a word he unzipped and took off her dress. He knelt in front of her and pulled her panties off, and then he picked her up and sat her on the kitchen table.

Steve spread Runt’s legs by holding each leg just above her ankles. He could see the tuft of hair just above her slit. He bent forward and ran his nose through her pubes. “Hey that does tickle,” he said to her.

Runt laughed, reached her hands behind his head and pushed his face between her legs. Steve licked her cunt as he wondered how many guys had fucked it the previous night.

Runt pushed his head out from between her legs. “Let me help you,” she said. “Pull my pussy open and see if you can find my clit.”

Steve fumbled a bit, so Runt showed him the way. “Find a girls clit and give it a nudge with your tongue,” Runt said. “I also like it when a guy finger fucks me while he eats me.”

Steve began alternating between licking Runt’s clit and finger fucking her. It didn’t take long before she began to tremble. She held his head against her pussy as an orgasm racked her body. Steve licked at her pussy juice as she came. Finally she released his head and lifted herself up on her elbows.

“Holy shit, you’re are pretty good at that.”

“Thanks,” Steve smiled up at Runt from between her legs. “You taste great.”

“You want to fuck it?” Runt asked. “It looks like you’re in the mood.”

He looked down and grinned at Runt. His cock was hard and the tip was sticking out beyond the leg hole of his shorts. He slipped off his escort bursa clothes.

Runt started to climb off the table, but Steve stopped her. “I really want to fuck you,” he said.

“OK, but I thought I could blow you first,” Runt replied, again trying to get up.

“No, I really want to fuck you – Now!” Steve told her.

Runt smiled and lay back on the kitchen table again, spreading her legs wide. Her pussy was dripping wet after the cum Steve had given her. He pulled her hips to the edge of the table, stepped between her legs and sunk his cock deep inside of her.

He started to fuck her cunt and with each thrust her body swayed off and back onto his cock. As her body swayed her tits rocked back and forth. Steve reached up and held her tits as his cock continued to assault her little cunt. It didn’t take too long before he let go of her tits, grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his cock while he gave her pussy one final thrust. Runt felt the warmth of his cum as it poured into the confines of her insides. Steve pulled his spewing cock out until only the tip was still inside of her, then thrust it back in. There wasn’t room for both his cock and the load of cum he had just deposited and so when he pushed back in, a lot of the white juice oozed out around his cock, ran down her ass cheeks and pooled on the kitchen table.

Runt was in the throes of another orgasm as Steve’s cock finished delivering its load. She calmed down and smiled up at him when his cock slipped out of her pussy. “My, my, you sure turned me into a sticky mess,” Runt said. “I should probably jump in the shower,” Runt said as she started to get up off the table.

Steve gently pushed her back. “I made the mess, I guess I better clean it up,” he said as he spread her legs again.

Runt’s cunt hole was a white sticky mess. She wasn’t sure what to expect when Steve planted his lips on her pussy and gave it a hard suck. Runt nearly flew off the table with the sensation it gave her. Steve’s mouth was filled with a mixture of his own and his sister’s cum. He continued to lap up the sticky mess until she was clean. He rubbed his tongue over her clit and sat back up with a big smile on his face.

This time when she started to get off the table, Steve had to help her because she was wobbly and almost lost her balance. “Fuck, you turned my legs into jelly,” she said, then kissed him hard.

“You can fuck me any time you want,” Runt said. “Steve, I’ve been eaten and fucked by a lot of guys and you are really, really good. I’ll introduce you to some of my friends if you like.”

Runt looked like she was in a daze as she picked up her dress and walked out of the kitchen. Steve watched her walk away. Suddenly she looked like she was walking slightly bowlegged. Steve watched her and smiled. He was feeling very proud of himself. He cleaned away all of the remaining evidence of their fuck, picked up his clothes and headed to bed. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

to be continued)

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Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18.

~~~~~

I awoke in the morning to the sensation of my arm being trapped between two bodies, another body behind me, firm breasts pressing into my back through a layer of fabric.

I opened my eyes, and recognized Annie’s blond hair in front of Mom’s brown hair, a nightshirt covering her body. That meant that Marissa was the one behind me. I turned my head to confirm it, seeing Marissa’s dark wavy hair first, then recognizing one of my old tshirts that Annie had taken from me when I had outgrown it.

From that glance, Marissa certainly looked better in it. As beautiful as I think Annie is, Marissa had her beat in the curves department during their teenage years. Marissa had one of those bodies that develops early and you worry will get plump once puberty ends. She had already taken to workouts to combat that, once her height topped out at 5’6″. Now she was just gorgeous in the curvy-fit way that comes from both aerobics and weight training.

I was trying to figure out in my head whether I might have asked Marissa out for a date on my own, when she whispered, “Good morning, Tyler. I hope you don’t mind that we joined you.”

I whispered back, “I don’t mind. I rather think I could get used to this.”

“I hope so,” she said. “I love Annie already, it won’t take much for me to fall for you and Shelby, too.”

I said, “Let me see if I can get my arm free without waking these two up, then we’ll go get breakfast started for them.”

“Your blueberry pancakes?” she asked, as I managed to slide my hand free from under Mom’s boobs without waking her. Marissa had been our overnight guest many times and had eaten my favorite food several times when I’d made a batch on a Saturday or Sunday morning.

“If my mom has the ingredients,” I responded, as first Marissa and then me rolled towards the side of the bed and off of it. I was glad I still had my underwear on. Having Marissa see me naked again didn’t seem appropriate for the morning before a first date with her.

There weren’t any blueberries in the refrigerator, but there were chocolate chips in the pantry, so I decided to make chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage. I got the sausage in the skillet first, started a pot of coffee, then started cracking eggs, both into the pancake mix and separately for the scrambled eggs.

Marissa just sat at the kitchen table and watched me work. I could tell her eyes were taking in my physique and felt flattered by it. Even a day before, I probably would have felt embarrassed to be standing in my underwear in front of her. A lot had changed.

Somewhere during simultaneously cooking the pancakes and stirring the scrambled eggs, Mom and Annie joined us, pouring themselves mugs of coffee and joining Marissa in watching me cook. “Not going to help out at all?” I asked.

“Nope,” replied a grinning Annie. “I haven’t had one of your breakfasts since the morning of my birthday. Yesterday, my birthday wish came true.”

Marissa giggled. “Last night, mine did.”

“A couple of horny girls, blowing out candles, wishing for sex,” I said.

Annie said, “Actually, my wish wasn’t for sex, it was simply for you to love me the way I love you. As a prerequisite for asking you to be my lover, I admit.”

“I already did love you, sweetie,” I said. “I just needed to admit it to myself and to you.”

“My wish was the same, except it was for Annie to love me,” Marissa said. “I thought sex was too big a wish to make. Maybe if I had made it and made a move on Annie earlier, getting involved with Gary could have been avoided.”

Mom said, “A couple times yesterday, the point was made that sometimes things turn out the way they’re meant to, even if there are some hard things to take along the path to it. If I had known the way my marriage would end, not getting married to John would have meant Tyler wouldn’t exist, and probably not Annie, either. You getting tricked by Gary led to Annie and I becoming lovers. Then Tyler coming home early led to the three of us making love yesterday and you confessing your feelings about Annie after walking in on us when you did. Would the four of us have been sleeping in the same bed this morning, if things had gone any other way?”

“I just regret it, Shelby,” Marissa said.

Mom reached across the table to put her hand over Marissa’s. “In my experience, regrets and resentments result from not letting go of an expectation that didn’t get met, whether or not the expectation was reasonable to begin with. You expected sex with Gary to lead to sex with Annie, the same day. Instead, it took almost another month for the two of you to hook up, because of a chain of events that started with Gary, pushing Annie and me together, then Tyler with both of us before leading you and Annie back together. If you can let go of the original expectation you had, I bet the regret will disappear with it. In bursa escort the end, you did get what you wanted, just on a different day and with some heartache and betrayal by Gary mixed in. Would the same things have happened if you had turned Gary down?”

Marissa sighed, then said, “You’re right, Shelby. Thanks for making that clearer.”

I flipped the last of the pancakes onto half of a serving platter and pushed the scrambled eggs onto the other half, then put the sausages in between.

“Breakfast is served, mademoiselles,” I said, in a horrible French accent, as I placed the platter on the table, before refreshing my coffee cup and sitting down. Syrup and extra chocolate chips were already at the table. Everyone dug in and soon the only sounds were forks scraping against plates and chewing.

“I think I like the blueberry pancakes better,” Marissa said, as she finished a small serving first.

Mom teased me, “Somebody came home early, before I could buy him any blueberries. I was planning on a shopping trip later this morning.”

“I wouldn’t have walked in on the three of you, otherwise, so I won’t complain,” Marissa said.

“The door was locked, before Tyler opened it,” Annie said. “So, you wouldn’t have walked in on the two of us, either. I’m glad it turned out the way it did. I just hope the rest turns out the way I envision, between you and Tyler and eventually you and Mom. It feels right.”

Mom said, “While we can’t know the future, intention and expectations do matter. Optimism will get you closer to the future you want than pessimism ever will. Believing you will fail can trick you into meeting that negative expectation. Rather than protecting you from something you fear, it’s self-sabotage.”

“Wow, that’s pretty deep, Mom,” Annie said.

“Too much for breakfast banter?” Mom asked, laughing at herself.

“Maybe a little,” Annie answered. “I do know what you mean, though. I came to basically the same realization last year, during the whole guardianship process. I swore to myself to stay optimistic. It’s helped in a lot of areas. I doubt I would have dared talk to the judge like I did, or kissed you a month ago, if I had let pessimism stop me.”

“If you hadn’t kissed me, I was about to,” Mom said, getting up to start clearing plates. “I think we both were so turned on, that it was inevitable.”

“What were you doing, that had you both so turned on?” Marissa asked.

Annie answered, “Talking about sex in general, about wanting to give my virginity to my dad, about wanting Tyler to do it instead, why that made me put Gary off, about seeing you and Gary thrusting against each other before you realized I was there. I think we were both so hot, a bucket of ice would have turned to steam.”

Marissa asked, “You told Gary no sex because of Tyler? He thought you were just being frigid or a cocktease. He seemed to think that seeing me with him was going to thaw you out.”

Annie smiled at me, then said, “Gary would think that. If I was going to give up my virginity to anyone other than Dad or Tyler, they needed to be just as good of a man. That’s just not Gary. At least, not yet. He still thinks like a boy. Could you really imagine Gary standing up to become the guardian for his two little sisters, if their parents died? He’d push it off on one of his uncles.”

Marissa answered, “No way. Maybe he’d be mature enough by the time he’s the same age Tyler was when he became your guardian, but not now. He’d be concerned that they’d cramp his style.”

Annie said, “Then his style hasn’t earned my pussy. Tyler would have stood up for me even when he was 18 and he was perfect for my first time lover. Thanks again, Tyler.”

“I’m not going to be able to fit my shirts over my head for all the swelling, if you two keep at it,” I said.

“Funny guy,” Annie said. “I’m more interested in swelling your other head, anyway.”

“Me too,” Marissa chipped in. “Maybe not tonight, but I can imagine that, after what I saw yesterday.”

“This is going to be such a weird first date,” I said.

“Backing out?” Marissa asked.

“No, Marissa,” I said. “I’m ready to try and see if you and I work as an ‘us’, both as the two of us and the four of us. I’ll be honest, if yesterday hadn’t changed my life the way it did and you weren’t dating anyone, I probably would have asked you out some time this summer anyway, now that you’re 18. Assuming Annie was okay with it. Just without the baggage of you already having seen me having sex already and with whom. I don’t know if the word ‘blackmail’ has crossed your mind, but it has mine.”

Marissa cringed. “I wouldn’t! I wouldn’t do that, to any of you. I swear it.” Marissa made the Catholic sign of the cross, whispering, “In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.”

“That gesture raises another issue,” Mom said. “Are you going to confess all this to your parish priest, Marissa?”

Marissa answered, “I don’t confess in church bursa escort bayan any more. When I turned 12, my first confession about being attracted to both girls and boys got back to my parents within 24 hours, when I had told nobody but Father O’Malley in confession. Thankfully, they shrugged it off, since my aunt Maria had already come out as a lesbian years before. Now, I only confess directly to God and even that’s just my own sins, not anyone else’s. Anyway, I didn’t see sin here yesterday. I saw love. I wouldn’t still be here, otherwise. My personal relationship with God is about love, not old testament prohibitions, whether they’re against homosexuality or incest or anything else. Crossing myself is just old habit when I make a promise to God.”

I said, “I’m glad you’re open to my relationships with Annie and my mom. Not everyone will be.”

Marissa said, “I know that. Nobody’s going to hear it from me, though. Not even my parents.”

Annie changed the subject by asking, “What’s the plan today? The two of you are going out tonight, but are we all spending the day together until then?”

I answered, “I still have two suitcases sitting by the front door, one with clean clothes, the other dirty, so I’ll be spending part of the day on laundry. Then I’ve got to make dinner and movie reservations. Since Marissa didn’t arrive with an overnight bag, I assume she needs to go home first.”

Marissa nodded, then suggested, “I haven’t seen the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie yet, have you?”

“Not a chick flick?” I asked.

She stuck out her tongue at me. “I think both of the leads are hot. Sue me for not being the traditional teenage girl.”

“I like it. And you,” I backpedaled.

In unison, all three woman shouted, “You better!”

~~~~~

Marissa headed home around noon to make an appearance with her family and get showered and dressed for our date. I made reservations for dinner at 6 and got tickets for the 7:30 showing of the movie, in the same shopping center. Mom and Annie made the grocery shopping trip that they’d planned before my originally expected arrival, including picking up plenty of blueberries.

When I picked Marissa up at 5:30, she was already outside her house and dressed to stun, in a bright yellow sun-dress that hugged her curves while also highlighting her physique. “Oh. My. God. You look gorgeous tonight,” I said, as I walked her to my car, opening the door.

“Thank you sir, for the door and the compliment. I’m glad you like it. You clean up well, too.” I’d gone for a gray short sleeved shirt over black dress pants and black shoes.

Despite knowing that certain topics regarding my transformed home life were off-limits in a public space, we kept up a lively banter over dinner. That is, until we had an unwelcome encounter during our entrees.

“What are you doing here, slut?” came a voice from behind me that I immediately recognized as Gary’s nasally tone. As he passed by me to hover threateningly over Marissa, I stood up, winding up behind him unseen, as he screamed, “I’m talking to you, bitch!”

As I grabbed his left wrist and pinned it between his shoulder blades and clamped my left hand beside his neck, I hissed, “You don’t talk to any of my friends that way, you little piece of shit. First, you hurt my sister, then you insult the girl you used to do it? Why? Because she realized you lied her into having sex with you? That’s two strikes, butthole. I dare you to go for a third.” Our waiter saw me holding Gary, but didn’t intervene, having also heard what prompted my action. I needed to resolve this before a manager got involved and called the police. Otherwise, Gary’s forehead would already have met the table.

“T-Tyler? What are you doing here?” Gary asked, glancing back at me.

Keeping my voice low, I said, “Marissa and I are having dinner, jackass. That should be obvious to anyone with eyes and a brain. A little less obvious is the fact that we’re on a date. You know, that thing you do where you show a woman a good time and don’t try to make her do anything she doesn’t want to do? Oh, that’s right, you don’t have any experience with that. It’s all about getting laid, for you. Any lie is okay, if it gets you to score.”

Gary swung for that third strike. “She’s, she’s… gay. She wants Annie. Why would she go out with you?”

“I’m bisexual, pendejo,” Marissa said. “That means I can be attracted to either one of them, date either one, or even both of them, although no threesomes, obviously. Annie and I reconciled and she gave me her permission to go out with Tyler. We were having a wonderful time, until you showed up.”

I was tired of this. I leaned in and whispered, “You have five seconds to apologize for your insults and get the hell out of our sight, otherwise I see if I can make you scratch the top of your head with this hand. Might be the last thing you ever do with that arm, though. Five…. Four…”

Gary shouted, “I’m sorry! I’m escort bursa sorry! I shouldn’t have said those things, or lied to Marissa. Let me go!”

I released his arm, giving him a small shove in the direction he was originally walking. He didn’t look back, quickly heading to the exit, rubbing his shoulder.

I sat back down and asked, “Anything else I need to know about what went down before or after you had sex with him? I really don’t need to know about the during.”

Marissa quietly answered, “Once I figured out that Annie didn’t know anything about any threesome when she accused me of stealing her boyfriend and ran out crying, I ripped him a new asshole. He countered that I was the one who initiated things, which was a total lie. I haven’t seen him since, until tonight. He’s completely avoided me at school, although I’ve gotten hints that he’s been bad-mouthing me. Thank you for sticking up for me. Can we head over to the theater? I’m not going to finish this chicken. I brought unsalted peanuts for the movie. I have a bag for you, too.”

“Not popcorn?” I asked, gesturing at the waiter for our check.

“Too much salt and butter,” she answered. “Can’t keep my girlish figure, if I gorge on theater popcorn or candy.”

“Riss, there’s nothing about your figure which is girlish. You’re all woman. I like it.” Annie’s nickname for her felt good on my tongue as I tried it out for the first time.

“And Riss will be a fat woman by the time she’s 30, if she’s not careful with what she eats,” she said. “You’ll understand, when you meet my mama. She blames her weight on having six kids, but in her wedding pictures she was already getting a second chin at 28. I came along a year later.”

I paid the check and we took the leftovers out to my car, before heading to the theater. I was pretty sure I saw Gary’s car leaving the parking lot as we walked out.

The movie was silly, escapist fun. We held hands and laughed our asses off. After, we walked hand in hand back to my car. At the passenger door, Marissa kissed me for the first time. And the second and the third, each longer and more passionate.

“Get a room!” someone shouted from several cars away.

“Are you ready for that, Riss?” I asked, as she sat down in her seat, her cheeks red.

“Just you and me, though,” she answered. “One step at a time.”

~~~~~

Back at my house, Mom met us at the door. “Did you two have a run-in with Gary tonight?”

Marissa answered, “At the restaurant. He was saying some vile things about me. Tyler came to my defense. Did he come here?”

Walking from the hallway to the bedrooms, Annie said, “Yup. Apologized to me, even begged to get back together, which I shot down, then tried to inform on the two of you, like I didn’t know you were out together. Mom stayed in sight the whole time, in case he caused trouble, but he eventually left, looking like his whole world had turned upside down on him.”

I said, “I’m sure he thought he knew how to play both of you and it didn’t work at all. Hopefully, he’ll leave the two of you alone now, but I wouldn’t bet on it. Once you graduate, it should be easier to avoid him. He’s planning to join the Navy, right?”

“Yeah, that’s his plan.” Annie asked, “How was the rest of your date, otherwise?”

Arching her eyebrows, Marissa said, “Ask me in the morning, querida. It’s not over yet.” She took my hand, and began walking in the direction of my bedroom.

“Treat her right, Ty!” Annie warned.

Once we were through my door, Marissa turned, kissed me fiercely, then hugged me tight, her breasts pressing against my ribs. “Am I crazy?” she asked. “This is only our first date and here I am, in your bedroom, looking forward to getting your clothes off so I can see you naked again.”

I rubbed my hands along her back and answered, “No crazier than me, I think. Let’s face it. After yesterday, there wasn’t any chance this was going to be a completely traditional courtship, Riss. I did want to slow things down, after yesterday’s whirlwind. Try to normalize the situation a little. At the same time, I feel impatient to see if we work together to be part of this long-term foursome Annie has envisioned. Those kisses in the parking lot kind of disabled my brakes.”

Marissa paused, before asking, “Are you just doing this for Annie?”

“I might have asked you out yesterday because of Annie,” I said, “Or it might have been a few weeks before I did it on my own, after you were done with school. But that’s as far as it goes. You’re not here in my arms right now because that’s what Annie wants, it’s what I want. Should I ask you the same question? Are you just here because it’s what Annie wants you to do?”

She answered, “No, I’m not. I mean, I love Annie and I want to be in her life, but not at the cost of forcing myself into a relationship with you that isn’t working for both of us, just so we can share her. I can see the logic in hiding your incest with Annie and Shelby behind a relationship with me, but that relationship still has to be real and rewarding. Even as horny as I feel right now, feeling your cock pressing into my tummy, I know that it will still take some time for us to really know each other the way I want.”

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Her face is red from the heat of the hot tub, warm water bubbling over her pale, freckled skin. She smiles at him from the opposite corner, a warm smile that speaks of a deep, passionate love.

He smiles back, their legs interlocking beneath the water, his arms resting on the side of the tub. A half-empty bottle of wine adorns the nearby shelf, along with their bath robes and some towels. Asides that, there’s nothing – and nobody – else.

She’s been winding him up for hours. From the moment they left the hotel, she’d catch him watching her as she walked, admiring the way her ass swayed on those hips, her long and wavy red hair just long enough to sit above it.

Knowing fine well he was looking, and when it was safe, she’d playfully flick up the back hem of her red summer dress, giving him a glimpse of what he’d have later: her perfect, smooth ass clad in beautifully fitted lace underwear, attached to silky black stockings in suspenders. The black material stops just short of her perky cheeks, and his hungry eyes devour the view every time – until she lets the skirt fall back down and gives him one of her usual, dazzling smiles. He can only smile and sigh in frustration as he adjusts himself.

It’s not just him that’s been getting wound up though: he knows how to play this game. Throughout the day, eager to get revenge as they wandered Prague’s art galleries and quietest bars, he’d occasionally walk a little closer to her. In the more deserted alleys, he’d slide a hand up the back of her thigh as they walked, squeezing the soft curve of her ass and running a finger down between her legs to the moist patch in her underwear. The tiny gasp she’d give was revenge enough.

Now, they sit opposite each other in their private hot tub, saying nothing out loud. He stands and begins to move forward through the water, and as he stands the bulge in his shorts catches her eyes.

“Ah,” she bites her lip as she raises a foot against his chest to stop him. “Sit down,” she whispers.

Nearing the end of his ability to refrain from bending her over the edge of the tub, he eventually complies and sits back in the water.

She keeps her eyes locked on his and her eyes fill with burning lust as she brings her small hands up to her polka dot bikini and grasps at her small, perky breasts.

Shuddering at her own touch, she feels the heat rising between her legs and grinds her thighs together in anticipation. Tugging on her bikini, she lets her erect nipples out, running her small fingers over them and closing her eyes in ecstasy as she does.

“That’s it,” his voice is low, growling with desire as he stands in the water and moves towards her again.

“Not yet,” she whispers, and raises a hand to stop him again. He stands before her, watching as she runs the palms of her hands over her nipples and then clenches them, arching her back as she does, “I want you as wound up as I can get you, birthday boy.”

“You know I prefer doing to watching,” he says, and her eyes are drawn again to the huge bulge in his shorts.

“Tough,” she finally brings her hands away from her perfect little breasts and kneels in the water, face to face with his bulging shorts, and looks up at him as she grins and says, “it’s my treat, so shut up.”

At that, she pulls his shorts down around his thighs and lets his throbbing erection spring free. She takes a moment to enjoy the view, fighting the burning urge to take him deep in her mouth.

Grasping her delicate fingers around his shaft gets a deep growl of pleasure from him, and she works her hand softly back bursa escort and forward over his shaft until he’s leaking precum from the tip.

Eagerly, she parts her lips and slides them around the pulsing red tip of his cock. He throws his head back and groans as she flicks her tongue over his helmet, sucking deeply on him as her lips move down the shaft further.

His hands come up behind her head and grab onto her hair, pulling her closer, and his cock fills her mouth. She keeps both of her hands on him, despite the aching in her crotch begging her to run her fingers down between her legs.

Her lips pucker as she sucks him off, and he lets out another moan and thrusts himself into her throat. She knows the signs all to well, before he even tells her:

“You’re going to make me cum.”

She reacts like a runner to a starting gun, and begins rapidly bobbing her head up and down on his cock, swirling her lips and her tongue around him as she does.

He can’t help but let out another moan as his breathing gets faster. Her hand starts pumping his shaft quicker, and she feels him trembling,

“I’m going to -“

He grunts and then his body goes tense. Her mouth and her throat are being coated in hot cum as it explodes from his cock, and she slows and sucks it out of him as he pumps load after load of cum down her throat. She swallows the last drop as she feels his body relax, and gently lifts her lips away.

As he brings his hands to his dizzy head and tries to stop himself from passing out, she reaches behind her for the half bottle of wine and takes a long drink. She puts it back down, her perfect little tits still pushing out from her half-off bikini, and steps forward.

Though he towers above her, she wraps her small arms around his neck and tiptoes in the water. He laces an arm around her back and pulls her close, kissing her deeply and smiling into each other’s lips at the taste of the wine.

She shivers at the feeling of his warm chest against her still-erect nipples, and feels the same aching heat in her groin, begging for him still. His erection doesn’t seem to have gone down, and he runs his large hands down her back and grasps the ass she’s been teasing him with all day.

“Good present?” she whispers into his ear as they part their lips.

“Who said I was done?” he asks her as his lips work their way around her ear and down her neck. She lets out a soft moan of desire as he nibbles and sucks on her neck, working his way down her body.

His lips come to the sensitive peaks of her breasts and his cups them in his hands as he kisses down her chest, and then she is throwing her own head back as his mouth wraps around her nipples and sucks on them, one then the other.

She wants to please him, and have him in every single way that she can. After a day of teasing, a mouthful of cum isn’t enough, she wants it inside her and all over her, she wants him every where…

Then she is being pushed back, held in his strong arms, and he snakes a hand behind her neck and pulls her head close as he kisses her powerfully. He’s so wound up that he’s still rock hard when her small hand finds his cock. His hand dips between her thighs and she gasps as she finally feels the heat of his touch on her soaked pussy.

His hand plunges into her bikini bottoms as she is sat on the edge of the hot tub, and her powerful legs wrap around his midriff and she clings onto him whilst his skilled finger works between her pussy lips and runs upwards to her throbbing clit.

Gasping, she bites onto his shoulder and bursa escort bayan moans longingly as his index finger flicks over the sweet spot he knows so well.

Desperate to have him, her hand starts pumping his cock as he fingers her. She feels her entire body shivering with pleasure, like chills running over her – then he slides two fingers inside her and she tenses and lets out a silent gasp. Her nails dig into his back and she lets out a muffled scream into his shoulder.

Breathless, she’s powerless to stop him as he steps back and lifts her hips up. With her ass off the tub, he quickly slides her bikini bottoms off and leaves them floating in the water. Her legs wrap round him and pull him in close: she wants his cock inside her.

With one hand on his cock and the other pulling her into another deep, passionate kiss, he slides his pulsing manhood between her pussy lips, running the helmet up and over her clit. She moans into his mouth, silenced by his tongue exploring hers.

He teases her, one last bit of revenge, by rubbing his cock at the entrance to her pussy, but never quite pushing it in. She bucks her hips, trying to fuck him with every fibre of her being. He leaves his cock sitting, teasing her, at the dripping wet opening of her pussy.

He links his hands around the small of her back, grabs her ass cheeks, and then slides his cock into her. Gasping, clawing at his back, letting out a long moan of pleasure, she arches her back as his cock enters her, and keeps going – she’d forgotten how big he was.

She feels the satisfying right-ness of his cock stretching her out, pushing deep into her, hitting that spot that sends tingling shivers all over her body. Then his abs are pressed against her wet body, and she realises that she’s taken him all the way in.

The two exchange a look of passionate hunger and then they’re lost in the moment. Desperately kissing, their tongues and their fluids mixing as they try to breathe without losing contact, they let the moment carry them away.

She’s pulling his hips into her, and he’s pounding her hard. With every powerful thrust he pulls her in close by the hips, and it’s all she can to hang on to him as he fucks her senseless. She doesn’t even realise she’s moaning loudly in pleasure,

“Fuck me hard,” she groans, and he goes as hard as he can. She clenches her pelvic muscles, wanting to feel every hard thrust as his cock slams into her, rocking her body back and forth.

The feeling of his ribbed, solid cock running in and out of her pussy, whilst the V-shaped muscles in his abdomen pound against her swollen clit, drive her insane. She goes completely silent, mouth open in awe, as she starts to orgasm.

For a moment, they are lost in a frenzy of passion. She’s clinging onto him as he fucks her mercilessly, faster and harder than she’s ever had it, until the sensation peaks and her body tenses up and pleasure runs through every nerve in her body.

Her pussy contracts around his cock, gripping it as she trembles in climax, and then the shaking subsides and she’s hanging off his shoulders. She jumps and trembles as he gently takes his cock out and then slowly, passionately, pushes it in deep again.

Over-sensitive, she rests her body on his and he lifts her off the side of the tub and back down into the water.

Her head is swimming.

“Still up on your cloud?” he asks her playfully, looking overly happy with himself. She smiles and waves, unable to talk yet. She wants nothing more than to drape herself in his arms, and that’s what she does. He takes her escort bursa in his big, strong arms and she curls against his chest.

Despite her mind-blowing orgasm, she’s still overcome with a strong desire to have him. She grinds her ass on his still-erect cock as he gently kisses her, bringing her down off the post-orgasmic cloud.

“Hmm,” she smiles into his kiss and he raises an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Don’t move,” she mumbles sleepily, and lifts herself up to straddle him.

Without her bikini bottoms on, she effortlessly finds his hard cock and works it back into her trembling pussy. He lets out a curse and grabs onto her back, and she feels his cock tense against her sensitive walls.

He runs his hands over her ass, gripping her soft, curved cheeks and pulling her body down onto him until his cock fills her.

“Stop moving,” she reminds him. He gives her a passionate glare and brings his mouth down to her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples, biting them lightly. She moans softly as she grinds her pussy down on his cock, letting her lips tense around the tip before pushing her hips down slowly.

It’s one of her favourite things, fucking him slowly to watch the expression on his face change from frustration to ecstasy. He grabs her ass, desperate to have her again, and she playfully slows down again just to enjoy the pleasure she’s giving him.

He bites and sucks on her tits, before moving his mouth up to her neck, and whispering in her ear:

“New rule.”

Before she can ask what it is, he has grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her, on the small of her back. She falls forward on to his shoulder, and almost tries to tell him to stop.

Then she can’t speak at all, he’s fucking her hard and she’s powerless to stop him: not that she wants to. She cries out his name,

“Oh fuck, don’t stop.”

So much for not moving.

He grunts as he fucks her harder and faster, keeping her arms pinned behind her back. She moans out loud again, her second orgasm already building in her groin.

“Oh god – ” she gasps, “- oh fuck, fuck me hard -“

Then she’s screaming again, as her pussy tenses and contracts around his cock as it pounds her. She feels him deep inside her, tensing up as he grunts and fucks her as hard as he can,

“I’m going to cum,” he growls in her ear.

“Me too -” she gasps, “- oh my god – “

They climax together, their bodies tensing and grinding against each other as she lets out a long cry of ecstasy. He grunts and pumps her pussy full of cum, and she feels him throbbing inside her as he coats her insides with his juices.

They collapse into the water again, trembling and breathing heavily, saying nothing. Her chest is still heaving with her heavy breathing, and she sighs contentedly with the satisfied, full feeling of his cock still inside her.

Sitting up to look him in the eye, they stare at each other for a moment.

“I fucking love you,” she manages breathlessly.

“I love you too,” he says, and pulls her into a deep kiss.

“Worth waiting for?” she asks as she part.

“I’d ask you the same,” he grins.

“Oh it was ok,” she winks, and laughs.

“Only ok!? Do I have to give you another seeing to?”

“I think that’ll do for just now,” she grins.

They laugh and kiss again, him still inside her.

“It’s not even bed time yet,” she whispers.

“Something tells me we aren’t going straight to sleep,” he agrees.

“Or waking up in time.”

“It’s going to be a good holiday,” he kisses her again, and in the silence they both hear each other’s pounding hearts still beating from their love making.

Over the deep beat of their joined hearts, they hear the distant murmur of Prague’s night life, and they smile as they kiss.

The End

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The Jungle Bar in the Menzies Hotel was already nearly full when I arrived just after 7.00 pm. The Jungle Bar was renowned as a bar for sailors on leave as there was always an abundance of beautiful young ladies and the sailors were always cashed up. However, occasionally there were no boats in harbour – this was one of those weekends. There were 10 ladies to every male in the bar, and they were looking hot, very hot. It was going to be a great night! I went straight to bar, ordered Jack Daniels, plenty of ice with a dash of coke – my drink of choice.

With drink in hand, I took out the keys, found the door and made my way into the booth. I left the light off, but switched on everything else, checked and double checked everything to ensure that I was ready. I was as ready as I would ever be. I was nervous, it was my first time solo, my stomach churned, my pulse raced, the sweat was pouring off me. I tried to convince myself that it was just the heat of the night, but I was scared! It was late January, 1984. The temperature was still in the low 40s and was not expected to get below 20 overnight as it had been for most nights over the past week.

As the clock got closer to 7.30 my nerves increased, I didn’t think I could do it, the first JD was gone and I was well into my second – I never drank while I worked, by the time I started the first record at 7.30, I thought that I was going to throw up but as the sounds rang out through the bar and people started to drift onto the dance floor, I began to calm down – I could do this, it would be easy. As I turned on the light to illuminate the booth, heads turned to check out the new DJ. At the end of the first song, I introduced myself and went straight into the second song.

That’s when I saw them for the first time. They had just arrived and taken seats just to the left of the booth. They were, quite simply, stunning. The first girl wore a red tank top with a black mini skirt. She had large round breasts that strained against the top, desperately trying to free themselves. Her mini skirt appeared to be sprayed on – it hugged her hips as if it was a size and half a too small.

She looked good… and she knew it. Her friend had on a pink camisole with a black mini, slightly different from her friend but equally as well fitted. She was more petite and as she walked, I was certain that I could see glimpses of pink knickers. Yes, it was going to be a great night.

I couldn’t take my eyes off these two ladies as they danced. They had started to dance with a couple of guys shortly after they arrived.

It was shortly after 9.00pm when they came to the door of the DJ booth.

“Hi, what’s your name? You’re new aren’t you? Where’s Steve the usual DJ? I’m Anita and this is Katie.”

“I’m Max,” I answered. “Steve’s working on the Oriana for the next two weeks, so I guess you’re stuck with me!” “Could be worse!” Anita replied with cheeky grin.

We swapped more small talk and they gave me a few tips as to the types of songs to play and made a couple of requests. Their first request was for Nutbush City Limits, the second was for the Time Warp. I put on Nutbush several songs later and was mesmerised watching both Katie and Anita move on the dance floor.

Katie’s nipples got harder and more erect the more she danced and Anita’s body oozed pure sex appeal, by the time I got to put on Time Warp several songs later, I was in lust! When the song got to the chorus, both girls were facing me and thrusting their pussies in my direction. Katie’s knickers were pink and Anita’s were white, both looked wet, and I was drooling!!

They came up to the booth straight after the dance; Anita looked straight at my cock, clearly visible in my jeans. “You must have really enjoyed that dance,” she giggled, turned to walk away. “Could you go to the bar for me?” I asked. “I’ll buy a drink for you and Katie if you get one for me.” “OK,” she replied. I told her what I wanted and she returned shortly with the drinks.

As the evening progressed, both Katie and Anita came to the booth both to talk and request songs, we been had really hitting it off well. They had been dancing with many different guys as the night went on and if any started to get heavy, they gave them the flick. At 11.30pm when I played my last song, they were still on the dance floor but by the time I had packed up my gear they were nowhere to be seen. I was disappointed but I’d had a great night and nothing was going to spoil it.

As I walked out of the bar, Anita was outside having an argument with one of the guys she’d been dancing with earlier. Katie was standing near her, saw me coming and mouth “HELP” as I approached. “There you are,” I said, grabbing Anita by the arm as I got close enough. “I’m going! I didn’t know where you’d got to and here you are chatting up some guy – You give me the shits!” I turned to Katie and asked if she was coming or staying. She grabbed Anita and dragged her after me.

They both thanked me we got out to the back of the Hotel, all pissing ourselves laughing. We chatted for about 15mins and I asked if they needed bursa escort a lift home. The heat of the night hit us all as we left the Hotel and they told me that they were living at Bondi and that they would find their own way home. “What sort of ‘boyfriend’ would I be if I made you find their own way home?” I smirked and after a little persuasion, they agreed to the lift.

We arrived at their flat shortly after 2 am, Anita made me a drink, “DJ, rocks – dash of coke,” she said as she handed it to me. We moved to the lounge room and Katie and I sat down and Anita excused herself. She returned 5mins later, her hair wet, wearing a red chemise. “That’s much better,” she said as she sat down. “I feel so much better after that shower.” She was beautiful and again I felt myself staring.

I turned to Katie but she had gotten up and was walking to the door, “I’m having a shower too,” she said as she disappeared down the hall. I couldn’t get my eyes off Anita, her nipples were clearly visible through her top and her pussy lips strained in the knickers.

My cock was so hard that it was beginning to hurt and when Katie returned to the room with black and blue baby doll on, I thought I was going to cream my pants. Her breasts were much smaller than Anita’s but her nipples were huge – and erect. They kept making me drinks, each one stronger than the last; and I kept perving – I had given up all pretence of not looking and I told them how much I liked their ‘sleep wear’.

I was getting bolder as the JD took its effect. Anita’s hand kept moving over her pussy as we talked, and every so often I got a glimpse of her glistening pussy lips. I had no way to tell if it was deliberate or not but I didn’t care. I wanted to dive on her and taste her juices!! Katie’s hand kept moving backwards and forwards over her sensational breasts as if she was attempting to keep her nipples erect. I loved what she was doing – I could almost taste them. If I had to decide which you to fuck first, I’d be lost – I wanted them both!!

The more we talked the raunchier the conversation became, and eventually turned to sex and our sexual experiences. After telling of their experices with boys and the blow jobs they had given, Anita finally admitting that they had never actually gone all the way – (They were both virgins?) I had a great deal of trouble believing this but who was I to argue. They gave a multitude of reason for still having their virginity, hadn’t meet the right guys, they were too young, it wasn’t right, they wanted the guy to be special. I jokingly offered my services to help them out of this situation but again they just laughed, but they didn’t say no!!

Soon after my offer the girls announced that it was bed time, so I reluctantly got up to leave. They both stopped me, convincing me that I’d had far too much to drive, so they showed me to the spare room, I didn’t take much convincing. I said good night.

It was almost 4am, I was hot, sweaty and horny – my cock was still as hard as a rock and I would be sleeping metres from two of the hottest bodies I’d ever seen – I wanted to scream. I stripped down to my boxers and hoped that one or both would join me, but the flat soon fell into silence as slipped into a sound sleep to dreamt of what might have been.

I was woken suddenly with a hand over my mouth and something over my eyes. A voice gave me very clear instructions, “Put this over your eyes. If you make a sound, this is over. If you don’t do as I say, this is over. If you cum before you are told, this is over. Nod if you understand.” I very quickly nodded my agreement. I had already put the blind fold over my eyes, it felt like a sleeping blindfold with elastic to keep it on but it was tight.

I was a little scared but more excited. My cock had sensed that it was in for some action and had stood to attention, throbbing in anticipation. I still could not identify who this lady was, the scent filled my nose and I was straining to hear what she was saying. My senses seemed magnified as I strained to see her from under the blind fold.

“Give me your hand,” she demanded and I was quick to comply. I felt something soft being tied around my wrist and then pulled towards the bed post. “Now the other one, this is for my pleasure and not yours,” she said as restricted my other hand. I lay there, totally exposed, totally vulnerable, a little scared, but extremely turned on!!

I heard the light switch turn on, “Very nice,” my mystery woman said as she removed my satin boxer shorts and ran her hand up and down my cock. “Remember my rules, you made no attempt to hide the fact that you were perving at us both, teasing us with stories of your sexual escapades – now I will find out if you are more than just talk! ” she said as she took my pulsing cock into her mouth – this was heaven I thought, but as quickly as it had begun it was over. “You’re enjoying that way too much,” she said as she repositioned herself on my chest, “Now it’s your turn to pleasure me and it better be good!”

I still could not work out if this was Anita or Katie – I didn’t care bursa escort bayan as I smelt her pussy as it approached my mouth. My tongue lashed out and found her pussy – It was already wet! Had my lovely lady had been already working on herself prior to her arrival in my room?. My tongue probed her sweet hole and when I flicked my tongue over her clit she moaned and instructed me to go faster and harder – I was more than happy to oblige! My lovely nymph reached around and grabbed my hard cock and slowly started to move her hand up and down my shaft. It felt sooooooo good!

The speed at which my mystery lover thrust her pussy at me was becoming faster and her breathing more laboured and I continued to follow her instructions. Then she was gone! I couldn’t see her or touch her; being tied up was starting to lose it appeal. I didn’t know what had happened or where she had gone but soon understood as her pussy was again in my face but now my cock was in her mouth. I wanted to get my hands on her but the restraints held fast. I asked her to remove them so I could manoeuvre her to better please her, her response was to bite the head of my cock. “I told you not to speak,” she said. “One more outburst and I’m gone.”

I went back to my job, if you could call it that. She was getting wetter and wetter and she squirmed more and more as she sucked my cock like it would be the last day of her life. “OH, GOD, I’M CUMMING!” she screamed as she ground her pussy into my face, and cum she did, with a flood of liquid over my face and into my mouth. It tasted like nectar, I licked and swallowed as much as I could, savouring its delightful taste. Then she was gone. I could hear movement in the room but had no idea what she was doing. “That wasn’t bad,” she said as I felt the bed move as she rejoined me. “Now for some real fun.”

While I couldn’t see her, I felt her as she positioned herself over my cock and then slide it into her hungry pussy. She was tight and it took several attempts to get it into her and she moaned when she finally got the tip of my cock into her pussy. She slowly began to rise and then slowly fell again. It felt sensational – I had all of my cock inside her, I didn’t know how long I would last before I came – she was so tight but I felt no resistance of a hymen.

She stopped as she finally got all of me inside her but she soon rose up again and soon picked up the pace and we got into a steady rhythm. I just lay back and enjoyed, thrusting my cock into her to meet her as she came down. I desperately wanted to run my hands over her body and bring her breasts to my mouth and tease her nipples with my tongue and teeth. She seemed to sense my needs and brushed her breasts across my face and brought her nipple and placed it in my mouth. I was in heaven. I was with Anita, this breast was too big to be Katie’s and the nipples weren’t big enough – I wasn’t complaining.

“I’m going to cum,” I said as our pace continued to increase. “OH, NO YOU’RE NOT!” she said. Exactly how are you going to stop me I thought, but again she seemed to read my mind, turning around, grabbing my balls and then squeezing hard – very hard. I let out a scream, it hurt that much that I was still breathing out as I felt my cock begin to dwindle inside her. Anita bottomed out with as much of my cock in her as was possible. I thought it was all over, but as she again brushed her beautiful breasts over my face, while I tried to catch her nipples as she did so, I felt my cock stir back to life and soon we were back into our stride, Anita driving harder and faster onto my cock.

“Now you can cum,” she said as her pace reached fever pitch, and I understood why as I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and then begin to pulse and her whole body relaxed as she released her juices. “Don’t cum inside me,” she said as I continued to drive my rock hard cock into her pulsating pussy. “Now,” I said as I felt the storm brewing deep in my balls. She jumped off me and took me in deep her mouth. This was more than I could take. I exploded in her mouth and she did her best to take my seed, but I could feel its warmth as it filled her mouth and spilt out onto my body.

“Now that was great!” Anita said as she moved off me. She undid my hands and they quickly grabbed her and draw her to me. We kissed and I reached up to remove my mask but she batted my hand away. “Only after I’m gone,” she said as she kissed me for the last time, letting her tongue dance with mine, I could taste the salty reminisce of my cum still on her tongue. I heard the light switch turn off and she was gone.

I was in LUST. I lay on the bed with my cock still semi hard, recalling what had just occurred. My hand went down and grabbed my cock, it was wet and sticky – no it hadn’t been a dream. With my hand on my cock and a smile on my face, I drifted back off to sleep, not bothering to remove the mask, and dreamt of… ahhhhh…

I was again woken by the feel of a hand on my cock and it wasn’t mine. I assumed that it was Anita back for a second round but as I was joined on the bed and my hand began to explore the body escort bursa I soon realised that it was Katie who had joined me in bed. “I was woken by the strange noises coming from this room a little while ago and my curiosity got the better of me and I just had to investigate – and what do I find – a naked man wearing a blind fold and his hand on his semi erect cock,” said she.

My hand began to explore her body and soon found her nipples – they were huge!! My fingers flicked, pinched and teased them into erection and then I brought them to my mouth so could I nibbled and sucked them – they were sensational!!

I was enjoying the freedom to explore her body with my hands and I took her hand and brought it to my cock. She seemed reluctant to do anything. “Take it in your hand and wank me,” I said but her hand still didn’t move so I grabbed her by the wrist and showed her what I meant. She was soon moving her hand over my cock and playing with my balls like an expert.

My hand wandered down to her pussy and my fingers sought out her clit which I started to rub in small circle. She let out a small moan and a bigger sigh as her body relaxed under my touch but as I tried to slip a finger into her silky pussy, she pulled my hand away as she moved her body away. I positioned myself for a 69er with my mouth and tongue going to work on her pussy lips and placing my hard cock near her mouth.

“What are you doing?” she asked as my tongue hit her clit. “Eating your pussy,” I replied “And I want you to suck my cock.” Katie took the head of my cock into her mouth but did very little else. I was beginning to suspect that she had very little experience with men and may indeed be a virgin – my excitement level increased. “Suck it like it’s an all-day sucker,” I said. “Run your tongue over the head and up and down the shaft.”

Katie was a very quick learner and was soon giving me head like an expert. She continued to move her pussy to give me greater access for my tongue to tease and tantalise her, but any time I brought my hands near her pussy, she pushed them away. Taking the hint I allowed my hands to wander over her magnificent arse. Slapping her lightly and both of our intensities rose.

I ran my finger over her puckered little hole and this made her body jerk, so becoming more daring I positioned my little finger over the top of it and pushed it into her tight arse hole. She took my cock out of her mouth and bit into my leg and began moving her arse onto my finger. I began working my finger in and out of her tight butt hole and from her increasing moans she was definitely enjoying the sensation. I removed my little finger out of her arse. “No, don’t stop,” she said in a hoarse, dreamy kind of voice, so I slipped my middle finger into her butt.

She began to ride my finger, moving faster while pushing her pussy harder onto my probing tongue. Without warning, her body went tense and she came, screaming loud enough to wake everyone for miles. I could take no more and I sprayed my load over her face, she took my pulsing cock into her mouth and sucked the last drops of cum from my cock.

“That was great,” she said as she turned to join me on the bed. “I’ve never, I mean I didn’t think it could feel so good, show me more.” I was mesmerised as my hands continued to explore her body, tracing the contours of her face, her nose, and her ears. As my hand took in the feel of each I began to understand the tactile needs of the blind. I replaced my fingers with my tongue and mouth as I continued to explore her face, nibbling on her ear and ever so gently running my tongue down her cheek before kissing her, deeply, passionately, affectionately, wantonly, lustfully – she had possessed me and I could not get enough of her.

Her hand found my cock, as my tongue continued to explore her body, stopping to take in the splendour of her breasts and nipples. Her nipples were hard but pliable, erect and drew me to them. Between my lust for her breasts and her hand working on my now very erect cock, I didn’t know what to do next, every time I made a movement towards her pussy, I was turned away so it came as a surprise when Katie said “I want to feel your cock inside me – now!”

I went to take off my mask but she placed her hand on top of it and said “No.” My disappointment was only short lived she positioned herself on top of me and took my cock and guided it into her. She was extremely tight and I didn’t think that she was going to be able to take me. “Relax and it will just slip in,” I said. “If you remain tense it will hurt too much.” As she relaxed my cock sunk further into her – I felt unbelievably tight but felt like my cock had been made just for her.

When she finally got all of my cock into her she fell forward onto me “Don’t move, just let me take in how great this feels,” she said in a voice that made her sound like all of the strength had been taken out of her. Finally she sat up and began to rise and fall on my cock – I had never had sex that had made me feel this good. My hand went to find her clit and as I ran my finger over her tiny bud, I realised that something was wrong – I could stand it no longer, I whipped my mask off as Katie continued to ride my cock. The sight that greeted me shocked me – my cock deep in Katie’s arse and her near hairless pussy staring me in the face.

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Well, I’m happy to announce I finally got this story out of my system. I think it’s a good story but for some reason it was a bear to write. Something about Mom Cindy taking over the storyline just made it a more difficult decision. I hope you enjoy it. Any screw-ups on the Spanish language are my fault – no offense intended. Please let me know your thoughts on the story – didn’t get too many comments on Chapter 01 (it’s never too late – hint, hint!)

As always, this is a work of fiction and the characters are simply figments of my rather overactive imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is pure coincidence. Now, go – read – enjoy!

I got the call just as Rosalita and I were gasping for breath after a long wonderful bout of lovemaking. We had spent most of Saturday in bed together, still insatiable for each other after four weeks of being together. I could not keep my hands, mouth and cock away from my cinnamon skinned lover’s body. We had been napping and I had woken to find Rosalita straddling my body – my cock in her warm mouth and her thick, furry muff hovering over my face – labia parted and drops of her sweet juices splashing on my face.

My mature lover had introduced me to the concept of the sixty-nine and I couldn’t get enough of it. I raised my head and ran my tongue along the length of Rosalita’s spread pussy, savoring her sweet taste as much as the muffled and soulful moan she gave in response. I was making every effort to know how to best please my Latino lover and felt that I was learning her little secret pleasure spots – especially that certain little point just under her clitoris that when probed gently with my tongue had such spectacular results.

“OHHHH JOHNNNYYY – MI HIJOOOO!” Rosalita sobbed, rocking back onto my face. “I love that, but I can’t take iiittttt!” she cried as she tightened her thighs’ grip on my head as her cunt spasmed and flooded my face with her pussy juices. Rosalita sprawled forward and off me after a few more taunts from my tongue, onto her knees, her face against the sheets. “I love your mouth, hijo!” she panted.

My cock waved happily in the air, straight, long and stiff, getting harder at the image of my Rosalita’s full ass raised as if in offering. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her – tilting her ass up slightly to give me better access to her fur covered pussy. I ran my cock up and down between her labia lips and Rosalita moaned, “Oh yes, mi amado hijo, FUCK MAMA, FUCK ME NOW, SON!”

With a feral, possessive growl, I thrust hungrily into Rosalita’s steamy pussy – my growl becoming a happy sigh as her buttery soft flesh enfolded itself around my throbbing cock. The room filled with our cries and the aroma of our sweat and juices and pheromones as we made love with passion and hunger and complete abandon.

Rosalita’s sobs and my groans of pleasure mixed in with the noises of sweaty, slapping flesh as we came together again and again. I leaned forward and slipped my hands around my lover to cup and knead her bountiful, meaty breasts – eventually finding her blood engorged nipples, thick and swollen and pulled and teased them as I fucked my lover with everything I could muster.

Already primed by Rosalita’s talented tongue, it didn’t take me too long to reach the point of no return and as I began to cum deep inside Rosalita’s cunt, my hot semen bathing her womb set off a tremendous orgasm in her. Together, we bucked and thrusted and climaxed together for what seemed an eternity – only stopping when our bodies could take no more.

We collapsed together and wound up on our sides face to face. Rosalita gasped for breath and grinned saucily as she kissed me and said, “Every single time, hijo, is better than the time before. If this keeps up, your cock may wind up killing me.”

Between gasps for air, I replied, “Well, we can give it up if we need to, Rosalita. I wouldn’t want to…”

I didn’t finish as Rosalita reached out and took my semi-erect cock in her hand and said, “Don’t you even think it – I will never give up this lovely dick or the boy it is attached to.” Rosalita kissed me again. “I love my little hijo, Johnny and his big cock!”

I flushed with pleasure, thrilled at Rosalita’s words. “I love you, too my amado Rosalita. Te quiero, mi amado Rosalita.” We were kissing again when my cell phone went off. “Ignore it,” I whispered to my lover and we kissed some more, our tongues playing and dancing.

The cell phone finally stopped, but a minute later, it went off again. I was thinking clearly enough now to recognize Mom’s ring tone. I sighed and resolved to ignore it, but Rosalita recognized it too and said, “You better answer it. If she’s calling this late, it must be important.”

I turned it on and said, “Mom? Everything okay?”

“Is this Johnny Holman?” It was a man’s voice – tight and grumpy.

“Who is this? Where’s my mother? What’s wrong?” I sat up, suddenly scared.

“Settle down, son. Your Mom’s fine. This is Deke Rogers bursa escort – I manage Mallory’s Pub – downtown on 9th Street. You need to come get your mother – she can’t drive.”

“What’s wrong with her? Where is she?”

I heard a bored, exasperated sigh from the other end. “Mr. Holman, your mother’s fine – she’s just had a little too much to drink and can’t drive – and she was having trouble dialing the phone, so I’m making the call. Come get your mother, son and take her home.”

He hung up and I gave a sigh and explained the situation to Rosalita. My lover just stroked my face and smiling, said, “Go, my hijo. She needs your help.” I dressed quickly as my mature lover watched – me marveling at the lack of jealousy or anger in this woman – her face betraying nothing but her love for me. “Be careful, Johnny – I love you, mi hijo,” she said as she kissed me goodbye at the door, hiding behind it as I left.

As I drove, my mind ran over the heady world my life had become. The weeks following Rosalita and I becoming lovers were like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was as if losing my virginity to that lovely Hispanic woman was the trigger for world changing events – at least, world changing for me.

Seeing her at school was the hardest. Every time I saw my Rosalita going about her job as a school janitor, I just wanted to sweep her up in my arms and carry her off and make love to her – I hated that I couldn’t even go up and kiss her, but she was adamant that our love remain a secret at least until after I graduated from school. But in the evenings, I would come to her and my cinnamon skinned beauty would be waiting for me, her beautiful, long black hair undone and we would make love and I would find peace and happiness wrapped up in her arms and legs,

In Rosalita’s embrace, I would find everything I needed to make sense of a steadily growing crazy world. I was coming to the end of my high school career – we had two weeks left. My life was mostly consumed by going through the motions for my classes (I already had the required credits to graduate), playing the last games of the baseball season, and spending every possible free moment with Rosalita.

And Rosalita and I weren’t the only ones whose lives had been turned upside down. Mom’s flirting with me became more steadily obvious, especially after she and Dad sat me down the first week in May and announced that they were going to try a temporary separation. “We have some issues that your Mom and I need to work out,” Dad said in his best ‘fatherly’ voice. Dad informed me that for a while, he was moving out, taking an apartment downtown to be nearer his office.

Now, I had known that things had been rocky between Mom and Dad for a few years. Their arguments had grown increasingly hostile and loud and it was no secret that the fire had gone out of their love life and that recent efforts to rekindle things had been a dismal failure. Dad appeared to have lost interest in sex just as Mom desired more and more.

Things grew even more complicated when just a few days after Dad moved, the rumors began to fly about Dad being seen in public with a young woman that used to work in his office. From the shouting matches Mom had with Dad over the phone, it sounded like Dad had simply moved in with this young woman and that the relationship had been ongoing for quite some time. I guess we were wrong about Dad and his interest in sex.

Mom took it hard. She was drinking more and spent a lot of time crying in her room. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but she either seemed to withdraw from me or flirt with me and I couldn’t predict which way she would jump each time.

I pulled up in front of Mallory’s. It was close to midnight and the place was nearly deserted. I confess I felt a pang of jealousy – Mallory’s Pub had the reputation as a pick-up join and I hated to think of Mom even wanting to visit. I made my way in and found Mom at the bar, staring sullenly into a mostly empty glass with an umbrella in it.

“Mom? Are you okay?” I said as I stood beside her and placed my hand on her arm.

I confess – Mom looked stunning. She had on a sexy black dress that showed everything off to best advantage – from the low cut halter strapped front showcasing her large, firm breasts, to the short hemline that highlighted her tanned, slender legs. The dress was tight, leaving no doubts about her gorgeous figure and her tight rear end. Mom’s honey blonde hair hung down to her bare shoulders (something about bare shoulders really turns me on).

“Mom?” I said again. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

Mom turned slowly and looked at me and then moving slowly, she hugged me to her, pulling me tight against her lush body. I half expected her to start crying, but she just hugged me for a long time and then in a whisper that tickled my throat, said, “Please.”

I took that as a request to take her home. I retrieved her car keys from the bartender and then, after making sure my car would be okay where bursa escort bayan it was, walked out of the bar with my arm around Mom’s shoulders as she moved unsteadily to her sedan. Her car’s front seat was a bench seat and after I got Mom inside and got behind the wheel, Mom scooted over and leaned herself into me. It was a little awkward as I pulled out, her breast pressing into my right arm, but in a minute, I adjusted to compensate by putting my arm around her.

We drove in silence for a while – the radio playing soft jazz very low and Mom snuggled up to me, her steady breath on my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder. We were several minutes from home when Mom finally said something – the last thing I would have expected to hear her to say to me.

“I can smell her on you, Johnny.” Mom pressed her face up, her nose brushing my cheek. “I can smell Rosalita’s pussy on you.”

“Jeezus, Mom!” I hadn’t given it much thought, but she was right. I had rushed out of Rosalita’s place without washing up and my lover had creamed heavily on my face and in my hair.

Mom giggled. “It’s no big deal. We both know you two have been fucking like minks. I would assume you would be going down on her. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. A man should know how to please a woman.” She paused and sighed. “God knows your father never wanted to go down on me.” Mom sighed again and I shivered as she again inhaled. “I said it before, son – your Rosalita is a lucky woman.”

Mom snuggled a little closer, I could feel her nose brushing my neck. She made a little huffing noise. “I bet your father goes down on his little whore.”

I took one hand off the steering wheel and squeezed Mom’s hand. “Things will be alright, Mom.” Yeah, it sounded lame, but I didn’t know what else to say. Mom just sighed and squeezed my hand back, bringing it up and kissing it and then letting it rest in her lap the rest of the ride home.

I helped Mom inside and up the stairs to her room. I turned on the light and started to go when Mom stepped in front of me and did a little wiggle and her dress seemed to simply float off her, falling in a puddle at her feet. I groaned inwardly even as my cock jerked in response to her barely clad body. My mother stood before me in a black, strapless half bra – her aureoles partially exposed – and a black thong bikini. Mom, though drunk recognized a man ogling her when she saw it and smiled evilly. She turned around and said, “Undo my bra, honey.”

I sighed and reached out – Mom making it difficult as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. She finally edged backwards to lean against me, her lithe body pressing against mine – her ass rubbing against the hard-on in my pants. I got the damned thing unhooked and Mom slipped out of it and fell into her bed, her tits bouncing invitingly as she did.

“Um, good night, Mom – call me if you need something.”

Mom pouted and patted the bed next to her. “Stay, Johnny. Talk to me for a few minutes. I never get to see you anymore.” She giggled. “Not since you and your older woman got all hot and heavy.”

I felt my skin turn red – no, redder, since I had been blushing since Mom let her dress fall to the floor. “Sure, Mom,” I replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed, my eyes traveling back and forth between her face and her full, still very firm breasts – her nipples hard and swollen. Mom’s nipples weren’t as big as Rosalita’s, but they were much longer.

“Well, the one good thing about tonight was I found out that this older woman can still get plenty of attention,” Mom said matter-of-factly.

“Oh yeah?” I said, not really sure I wanted to hear this.

“You betcha! I bet I had a dozen guys hit up on me tonight. I guess I still have it,” she said as she took her hands and cupped her breasts, making them jiggle slightly. “You young guys sure love big tits!”

I opened my mouth and didn’t know what to say, so I closed it again. Mom sighed then and said, “Some were good looking young studs – just a little older than you, son. But, I didn’t have the heart to leave with any of them. I turned them all down cold.”

My curiosity got the better of me. “Why not, Mom?” I asked.

“I – I just realized that I didn’t want to get fucked by some strange dick. I wanted someone to make love to me – someone who loved me.” Mom sniffled and her eyes began to tear up. I reached over to the bedside table and snatched up some tissues. Mom looked up at me, her blue eyes searching my matching ones for the answer to some unasked question. “I don’t want just sex, son. I want to be loved.”

Mom began to cry and I gave her the tissues and I sat with her while she had a good cry. After a bit, her sobs became sniffles and then she was snoring softly. I sat a while longer, looking at my lovely mother. Finally, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and whispered, “I love you, Mom.”

Mom moaned a little and mumbled, “I love you too, baby.” She turned on her side and returned to her gentle snoring. escort bursa I covered Mom up with a blanket and went to my room.

I sat in a chair next to a window and watched the empty street below. Things just seemed to be getting crazier and crazier. Mom’s flirting became more outrageous with each passing day whether she was sober or not. The hugs and kisses and rubbing up against me were a constant thing now at home as were her becoming more immodest.

Mom thought nothing now of walking naked by my room, claiming to have run out of fresh towels after a shower or to leave her door open while dressing. Tonight, she had left her skimpy panties on, but I didn’t need to pull them off to know that Mom had had a lovely pussy lightly covered with golden brown hair or that a few days ago, she had shaved her pussy bare, leaving her tender, thick labia as bare as the day she was born.

I wanted Mom like an addict wants drugs, but – over the same last few weeks, I had realized that I was truly in love with Rosalita and I had decided that I would not be unfaithful to her. I saw the pain that Mom was in over Dad’s cheating and I could not – would not make Rosalita endure the same pain. In the meantime, I would resist my incestuous desires and spend a lot of sleepless hours thinking of Rosalita and Mom and a few restless hours of dreaming of both the important women in my life.

In the morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. I quickly dressed and headed downstairs. Mom stood at the stove, wearing one of my dress shirts and I suspected little else – looking sexy with her hair bed-tousled and face clean of make-up. She had looked beautiful last night with her make-up on, almost like some movie star or something, but I always had thought Mom didn’t need much of that and looked prettier without it.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Mom said, turning on bare feet to watch me sit down at the table. “Breakfast is almost ready.”

“How are you feeling, Mom?” I asked, trying to not notice how sexy her ankles and thighs were.

Mom shrugged her shoulders and said, “Better than I expected. A bit of a headache is all.” She came to the table with two plates of food. Mom leaned forward, showing off her breasts when my old shirt gaped open, only half the buttons done up. We began eating and Mom said, “I’m sorry I interrupted your night with Rosalita.” She paused to eat a bite of food and then said, “Of course, it’s nice to have you here on a Sunday morning. I’ve missed that these last couple of months.”

I wolfed down my food; feeling famished and then said, “I have to admit, Mom. You’ve been really cool about Rosalita and me.”

“How do you mean, Johnny?” Mom said, smiling at me.

I felt myself blushing as I replied, “Well, I’m sleeping with a woman who’s forty-two years old – actually a year older than you, Mom. You seem to act like it’s perfectly normal – you’ve never even objected when I spend the night with Rosalita.

Mom looked at me in a way that made me feel a bit nervous – like a cat studying its prey. “Son – it’s like I told you before. I’ve known for years how you feel about older women. I’ve seen how you would look at my friends – Kelly MacArthur and I used to think it was so cute to see you walking around with an erection while trying to peek at us when we would be sunbathing. I always knew that you would wind up falling in love with an older woman. Maybe I’m a little surprised by the woman you picked, but you’re old enough to make your own decisions – I think it would be silly to fight about it.”

Part of me – the part that decided whether or not my cock gets hard, wanted me to follow up on her comment about being surprised by my choice – I was both anxious and fearful to hear her answer. Somehow, I resisted the temptation to ask. Instead, I just shook my head and grinned. “You’re the greatest Mom a son could have.”

Mom laughed as she gathered up our plates and kissed me on top of my head, rubbing herself against me as she did so. “And you can have me whenever you want, baby,” Mom said, winking at me over her shoulder as she walked to the sink.

I sat there speechless for a minute until she rolled her eyes at me and said, “Go. Go spend the day with your hot woman or MILF or whatever they call it these days. I ruined your Saturday night – go have fun with your Rosalita.”

That was the hardest thing I ever had to do. In one breath, Mom had come on to me yet again and with the next, she gave me her blessing to go fuck another woman. “I love you, Mom.” I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Mom looked back at me, leaning against the sink, my dress shirt riding up to reveal the bottoms of her firm ass cheeks, her long, tanned legs looking so sexy – so inviting.” “I love you too, son. Now go on – go visit your woman. Go fuck up a storm.”

Later that afternoon, feeling satisfied that I had obeyed my mother to the best of my capabilities; I was resting in Rosalita’s bed, her sweaty body on top of mine – my weary, but happy cock having just slipped from the loving embrace of her warm, cum-filled cunt. Our heartbeats were both just slowing down and we both luxuriated in the sweet sensation of our bodies pressed together in the afterglow of our lovemaking.

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