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Leave the Girls Alone

The Invitation

“Come visit with Ilysa and me for a couple of days. I know Sandy’s on the road this week. The three of us could have a, uh, good time.” Janet and Patty had been on the phone for fifteen or twenty minutes.

Thanks, but I couldn’t. I can’t leave the girls,” Patty replied feeling disappointment wash over her. She wanted to get to know Janet better and she’d gotten to like Ilysa. Her mind went back to the last time they were together. What an experience that had been. She tingled all over, especially between her legs. Would something like that happen again?

“Patty, Ilysa was no older than they are when she came here as an au pair. The girls can take care of themselves!”

“Uh, will Rick be there or is he on the road?”

“He’s on the road. I send him away,” she joked, ” ’cause his prick was getting overused between Ilysa and myself. He needs time to recover.”

“Ilysa’s not with him.”

“No,” the response quickly mellowed. “She’s here with me.” Janet purred then paused for a second. “The bed doesn’t seem quite right with only two in it.” Her meaning hung in the air.

Patty’s head spun. “Does she stay with you when Rick’s out of town?” She was surprised that they would do that so blatantly with their two girls at home.

“No, no. Of course not. I have to sleep alone at night, but sometimes I need to nap during the day.” She let the thought hang. “Doesn’t have to be Ilysa.” She let this thought hang with the earlier one. “Come stay with me. We’ll have fun.” She issued the invitation again. “The girls can take care of themselves. They’d like being left alone.” She wasn’t pleading, but the invitation was warm and sounded sincere.

“Can I call you back?”

“You just said yes. Throw some things in a bag. We can go shopping to buy whatever you forget once you get here. Ilysa and I have a great Italian restaurant you’ll love. Come on. We’re only a few hours up the road.”

Patty took a deep breath. “OK.” She felt the tingling again. “What should I bring?”

“Not much. The restaurants here are casual so a couple of casual outfits are all you’ll need. Oh, and Ilysa has a new device she bought for your girls. We can try it out here before you take it home.”

“You want me to come right now?” She was only slightly surprised at the urgency Janet put into the invitation. Now, she thought, right now. Quick, make a decision! A decision to have fun, be yourself. Get laid in new ways. Her willpower was waning.

“Yes. Right now. Pack a few things and get on the road.”

Ilysa took the phone. “I’m so glad you’re coming. We’ll have a great time. I can show you the world headquarters of Guaranteed Transport.” Her voice faded as she turned her head away from the phone and said, perhaps to Janet, “Do we dare introduce her to Steve?”

Patty could hear Janet say, “Do we dare? Of course, he’ll be fine.”

Back on the phone with Patty Ilysa said, “We have an interesting friend we just might let you meet. He’s a cop and he’s got a great big,” she paused for effect then let her words drag out. “He’s got a really big, uh, a big gun.” She and Janet giggled.

“Do I dare do this?” She asked rhetorically, but her wanton desire was quickly affirmed. She would dare.

It took two hours for her to pack and call the girls to tell them what she was planning. Morgan goaded here, “Fantastic, mom, we can have a big, drunken, orgy while you’re gone!”

“Thanks for trying to scare me, but I don’t think I’m going to worry anyway. I know you two will keep things in one piece,” she responded to Morgan’s humor.

“You going to tell dad or do we need to cover for you,” Madison put in with a giggle.

Though she wanted to keep the joke going, she just couldn’t say, even jokingly, just tell him I’ve gone to get my brains fucked out. So she said, “Don’t worry about your dad. I’ll take care of it.”

“Just don’t tell him the truth,” Morgan joked. By now she could hear both girls laughing. Did they really suspect?

Prepare for the Party

“I’m inviting Tom over. I’ve always wanted to get fucked in my own bed.” Madison wasn’t surprised, but she didn’t know how to respond to Morgan. “You can invite someone, too.”

“You mean a foursome? I don’t think so.”

“No silly. You and Ryan can use your room.”

“I’ll think about it.” It sounded naughty, exhilarating, and frightening.

“We could have a pool party. Steaks? Bottle of wine.”

Morgan was making it sound better and better. “We won’t do anything that will, you know, be a problem, will we,” Madison asked feeling drawn in, but fearful.

“You mean get drunk and drown in the pool. No, let’s not do that,” Morgan giggled and took her sister’s hand. “Come on, let’s do it.” She began to dial her phone with her free hand. Her feet were doing a little dance.

It was arranged before Madison had had time to think. She didn’t know whether to be apprehensive, mildly terrified, or just plain excited.

A pool party. Two lovely girls. bakırköy escort No adults. What boy would say no?

For perhaps the first time in their lives the two girls dove willingly into housework. Vacuuming, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms, even cleaning their own rooms. It was all underway with a light heart.

Madison stood in the doorway to her room, now clean and neat. It smelled lightly of cleaning compounds. She found packets of sachet which had been stored away for a special occasion. This was a special occasion. Even the soles of her feet tingled as she looked at her bed imagining what would happen there tonight.

The Pool Party

The girls had never had just their boyfriends over to the house before and certainly not without their parents around. They were absolutely committed to nothing happening that would let their parents know that they’d had anything like a party. It would be described as their boyfriends coming over for a swim.

Their dad would think the worst. Maybe mom would, too, but if nothing seemed amiss, what could they say. The girls were, after all, adults now.

Ryan and Tom knew other, but not well. Ryan appeared at the front door first. He carried a bouquet of flowers for Madison and pan of brownies he’d made himself. Madison was beside herself. She never expected him to be so, so, well, so formal. It was really cute, she told him, expressing her enthusiasm with a kiss. He was dressed in a pair of khaki’s and a dress shirt. He told her he had his swim trunks on under his clothes so he wouldn’t have to change until he left to go home when he’d put on the dry underwear he carried with him.

So formal, so polite, so prepared. So unwitting.

It was seven o’clock on a fine fall day. The weather was still warm, though it would cool after the sun set. Tom had yet to show up.

“Morgan, Morgan, where are you, Ryan’s here,” Madison called casually to let her sister that Ryan had arrived.

“On the deck,” came the reply from far away.

“Ryan, I’ll take this to the kitchen and find a vase for the flowers that we can put on the table on the deck. Why don’t you go out and say hi to Morgan. Then come on back. You can put your things in my bedroom.” She thought about him putting his things in her bedroom and added, “If that’s OK with you.” He assured her that it was. Madison’s mind went blank for a second as she thought of him in her bedroom.

He headed for the pool. Morgan was nowhere to be seen as he stepped onto the concrete pool deck. “Hi,” he called.

“Hi,” came from a chaise lounge which, with its back to him, completely hid Morgan. She stood to greet him. Madison had been wearing her swimsuit and a cover up when she greeted him at the door. Her tiny bikini had thrilled him.

Morgan’s attire stunned him. He stopped short. Skidded to a stop more adequately described his reaction. He didn’t know whether to stare, look away, or to look her in the eye completely ignoring her bare breasts. He chose the first option.

She walked to him and gave him a hug. The feeling of her bare breasts crushed against his chest was overwhelming. He staggered slightly. Having achieved her goal, Morgan took her top from a nearby table and handed it to him. “Help me with this, please.”

He blinked repeatedly. “How does this go on?” He was all thumbs with her top.

She laughed. “Ah, ha. So you’re the kind of boy that’s used to helping girls get undressed, but isn’t sure how to get them dressed again.”

He nodded, confused. She turned her back to him taking the top away. She held it near her bare breasts. “The boobies go in these little cups. See if you can get them in.”

He took a deep breath and attempted to fumble her breasts into the cups. Her breasts’ warmth and softness left him lightheaded. He held her breasts squeezing them slightly, befuddled.

She gave him a few seconds before saying, “I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” She said as she made a show of fitting the cups around her breasts as his hands fell away. “Now take the strings and tie them in a bow around my neck,” she said as she passed the strings to him. Again the cups fell away from her breasts.

He longed to help replace them where they belonged, but instead he tied the bow at her neck.

“Take the other ties and tie them around my back.” She fitted herself back into the cups of the top and let him fish around her to gather the ties.

When he had finished, he told her he was going to change in Madison’s bedroom. She looked at him knowingly and said, “OK.”

As he headed for Madison’s bedroom he was thankful that he hadn’t been dressed in only his bathing suit. His erection would have been all too obvious to this minx. Was she using her body to make him uncomfortable or to show him a good time? He wasn’t sure.

He met Madison who was bringing the flowers to the pool in an acrylic vase. “Where’s your bedroom,” he asked. Madison set down the flowers and led him to her bedroom. Once inside he set down beşiktaş escort his bag. Turning to leave, he almost bumped into Madison who was standing quite close. He looked at her questioningly. She recovered by giving him another kiss, this one softer, more intimate, more a promise of things to come. She unfastened his belt and pulled on his khaki’s. His erection embarrassed him especially as Madison made a point of noticing it, though she said nothing.

Together they once again returned to the pool deck. On seeing the flowers Morgan gushed loudly. They cleared a place on the table for them amid the plates and condiments. Steaks had given way to hamburgers. Store bought potato salad and chips would round out the meal.

As they sat, Madison commented, “I wonder where Tom is.”

“He’ll be along,” Morgan observed without concern.

Indeed she was correct for in less time than it was possible to eat a celery stick stuffed with cream cheese Tom wandered onto the pool deck having come up the driveway and around the back of the house.

“Hi guys,” he called out. Morgan jumped up and met him half way planting, what was to Madison, a startlingly passionate kiss. He carried a twelve pack of beer.

He, too was wearing street clothes, polo shirt, shorts, and sandals, and carried a bag. “Come on, let’s get you into your suit.” Morgan took his hand which she wrapped around her waist, and, with her arm around his waist escorted him into the house.

“I think Tom can change by himself,” Madison called jokingly after the departing couple.

“It’s more fun if I help,” Morgan could be heard retorting as her bedroom door closed.

“Oh, god,” Madison breathed as she put her head in her hands. This was a bad omen. Ryan said nothing, but felt the return of his embarrassing erection.

Morgan, on the other hand, was determined to make the most of this opportunity. Carefully closing the door, she pulled Tom’s shirt off. He stood smiling his arms raised. She ran her nails down his chest quickly kissing a nipple.

The elastic belt on his shorts yielded. She pulled on the shorts as he kicked off his sandals.

“I didn’t realize you went commando!” With this overly loud explanation of surprise she took firm hold of him. Her warm hand on his hard cock almost sealed the evening before it started. He looked wistfully at her bed.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” she whispered. “Where’s your suit?” She reached for the bag. “You did bring one, didn’t you?” She dug into the bag and with some relief pulled a loud Hawaiian print suit from the bag. “You put it on. If I do it, we’ll never get back to the pool.”

She handed him the suit and watched as he pulled it on and carefully tucked himself inside.

She took his hand and led him back to the pool. His erection did not abate. Both Madison and Ryan did their best to ignore it.

The boys sucked on the beer while the girls drank white wine. Music flooded the scene from speakers mounted on the house.

The conversation started slowly, but picked up as they found topics of common interest. Morgan stood and took Tom’s hand. She tugged him to a standing position. Pretending he was being difficult, he forced her to push him toward the pool. He held back causing her to push harder. Then suddenly with more grace and speed than he seemed capable of he spun and, as she plunged forward, he scooped her in his arms. Both fell into the pool.

She whooped and splashed as they surfaced together. Madison and Ryan joined them and soon the games commenced. Girls on the boys’ shoulders splashing and playing catch me if you can. Soon, out of breath, the partying group stopped long enough to refill their drinks. A second round was followed by a third. A third was followed by a fourth. They traded partners with the boys enjoying having the girls’ privates pressed against the back of their heads, the girls’ legs across their chests.

Ryan, a bit less the worse for the alcohol than Tom, was able to maneuver Morgan alongside Madison and Tom. Morgan made a wobbly strike at her sister and was able to pull her top up. Her breasts bobbed free. Much less inhibited now by the wine, Madison made no attempt to cover herself. Instead she went for the ties that held up her sister’s top. Momentarily, the symbol of success, Morgan’s top floated away on the tiny white caps in the pool.

“This is war,” Morgan cried excitedly diving after the other couple. Ryan watched as Morgan was able to dislodge Tom’s swimsuit pulling it to his knees. Madison was spilled into the water in the fracas. Laughing she went after Tom to finish what Morgan had started.

Ryan stared not daring to do anything to Madison’s sister. He only watched wishing he thought he could finish pulling her suit off.

“Big kiss if you bring me Morgan’s bottoms,” Madison yelled at Ryan as she went after Tom’s suit. Morgan was under water when the challenge was issued to Ryan. Her goal was to finish Tom off. Tom fought to keep his beylikdüzü escort suit on, but now both girls had ganged up on him. Madison was then fair game as he went after her top.

His suit came off in Morgan’s hands as he went after Madison’s top. Morgan felt Ryan behind her but was too slow in turning and found her bottoms his trophy.

Instead of worrying about her own nakedness, she joined Tom who had Madison’s top. She dove and while Tom held Madison close to him, Morgan managed to pull off her bottoms.

Sputtering and laughing the girls remounted the boys and began the game again, naked this time.

Coughing, spewing water, and snorting the four abandoned the pool for another drink. Morgan took her wine and turned the grill on. “You going to stay naked,” Madison asked laughing.

“No reason I can think of to cover up” she replied in a pious voice. “They’ve seen it all now.”

Grill on, she went to Tom. Putting her hands behind her head and swaying her hips, she said, “You may touch my titties.” He needed no further encouragement, but when he went to suck on her engorged nipples, she slipped away sidling up to Ryan and, nudging her sister aside, put her hands behind her head again and said, “You may touch my titties.” She looked meaningfully at her sister. “You may also touch her titties.” She took hold of her sister’s breasts to demonstrate.

Though startled, Madison did not object. From that point on what few boundaries had existed, vanished.

Dinner was accomplished in a frantic manner as it became obvious that the lack of boundaries included taking the girls to their bedrooms.

As Ryan encouraged Madison to accompany him to her bedroom, she said, “No, not now. We need to clean up.” Without comment he swept her off her feet and carried her to her bedroom. Snuggling naked in his arms, her thoughts of cleaning evaporated.

Morgan looked at Tom expectantly. He grinned, laughed, and gathered her into his arms carrying her to her bedroom.

Ryan set Madison carefully down on the bed, leaning in for a kiss. She brought his head to her allowing him to crush her lips with his. Though their teeth clashed, she whimpered with passion. Coming up for air, they broke the kiss. With the break she jumped up, threw his clothes from the bed onto the floor, and swept back the covers. She leaped back onto the bed bouncing as she landed on her back. In a slurring voice she demanded with her arms extended, “Come on, big boy.”

He laid himself on top of his lovely girlfriend and felt her arms encircle him. They hugged until he pulled away far enough to begin a series of insistent kisses that covered her face and her breasts. As he frantically used his lips and tongue on her body he worked himself into her wet pussy.

She tried, as Ilysa had showed her to fasten her vagina around his cock, but so intense was their desire that he slid in and out with little rhythm. Many strokes ended with him struggling to find that wet entrance as they bounced from one side of the bed to the other. Some thrusts stimulated her clit, but many missed. She tried to hang onto him, but he was out of control. He gushed into her but lost none of his need to continue to fuck her and kept pounding as through tears of desire, she pleaded, “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

She came, loudly, shortly after his second climax. “Thank you, thank you.” She hugged him to her, but continued to move sensually under him. A second and a much smaller third climax were announced through decreasing movement.

He began to roll off. “No. Stay here,” she demanded. He stilled as she clenched his still hard cock between her legs, deep inside her.

Performance Worthy of an Emmy

It was not much different as Morgan took control of her lover. She, too, had been listening to Ilysa and practicing, but found her slippery portal unable to grip him tightly. “Keep it inside,” she instructed even as the tears of desire flowed from her. “Push. Harder. Oh, god, it fell out again. Keep it in.”

Finally, above his groans, she could be heard in the next room as she loudly announced the culmination of her pleasure. Like her sister she kept her lover inside her until she had her fill. Even then, as he sought sleep she kept her lover inside her where she could revel in his hardness.

She held him almost too tightly. In his ear she whispered, “Next time, in the pool.” He felt her clamping and releasing as she squirmed under him.

“Madison,” she yelled, “turn on the TV.”

Even as both boys wondered why a TV program should be of interest just now, Madison giggled and reached for the remote. It was just out of her reach. “Turn the TV on,” she said to Ryan still giggling, “and put it on channel four.” Thinking the fun for the night to be over, interrupted by some cheesy sitcom, he did as she requested.

In fifteen seconds or so the picture materialized. Ryan could hardly believe that there on the screen lay Morgan and Tom. Morgan was waving. Between her spread legs shone the messy mixture of their encounter. Morgan took firm hold of Tom who lay on his back alongside her. The camera was angled to show them from their left from the foot of the bed to the headboard.

Ryan looked about for the camera assuming that they were being shown in much the same way.

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It had been quite a summer for me, all things considered. I’d made a habit of banging my sort-of sister, Vicky. While I’d fucked my fair share of girls in high school and college, I found myself feeling as though I was exploring new territory with her.

I was walking up to my room, when I heard sounds coming from the door next to mine. Remembering that this was the mysterious Bella’s room, I decided to poke my head in and say hello. I opened the door and was shocked at what I’d found. There was a sexy brunette who looked NOTHING like Vicky naked on her back, going to town on herself with a vibrator. Where Vicky had a petite frame and a flat chest, Bella was a bit meaty with enormous, natural tits. Having seen a lot of porn I knew fake tits when I saw them, and these were real. It might have been all of the fondling of Vicky’s A-cups, but these things seemed even bigger as I gawked at them.

“Can I help you?” I froze as Bella stared at me in the doorway, her eyes glued to my growing crotch.

“I…uh…hi, I’m Jim…”

“Is there any reason you’re watching me fuck myself silly with a vibrator, Jim?” Her calm demeanor was unnerving.

“I’m…your brother, I wanted to introduce myself.” I found myself choking on each word as it came out, expecting her to break her cool tone and rip my head off.

“Well, if you’re my brother then you probably shouldn’t be watching me cum, should you?” I shook my head, embarrassed. “Then why are you still here??” Struggling to apologize, I closed the door and went back to my room.

I was red as a tomato, in many places. I pushed back my frustration as I closed my door and whipped out my cock. Vicky was going to be at work until that night, and having seen my beautiful kind-of sister’s naked body about to climax, I was ready to do some cumming of my own. I haphazardly grabbed some tissues from my nightstand, and started pumping my dick up and down. I was so hard, having seen Bella’s breasts heaving up and down as her orgasm built up. I wanted nothing more than to cum on her huge tits, shooting rope after rope of hot jizz onto her ample bosom as she moaned in delight. Suddenly I felt that familiar sensation building up, and punished the poor tissues with my pent-up orgasm.

“Well, someone has a lot of cum.” I turned around to see Bella standing there, fully dressed. I’d assumed she’d come back to talk over what happened. God, I was such an idiot! Here she was, willing to put things behind us and discuss what happened, and she walks in on me treating my body like a playground. I felt like such a perv. I started mumbling, but she caught me off as she walked into my bedroom. “You watched me cum, and I feel like it was only fair if I watched you.” Realizing that this is how things started with Vicky, I decided to turn around and show her my junk in all its glory. “Oh please, Jim…” she started with a scoff, “that doesn’t impress me.” bakırköy escort I felt ashamed, figuring that she’d probably seen tons of meat bigger than my average-sized dick. “Why should it? I’m a lesbian.”

Things suddenly felt even weirder. I was standing naked, in front of this sexy lesbian who I’d also seen naked…but she was also my sister. Well, sort of. “I thought you were visiting colleges or something?”

“Oh, I was…it’s tough to find a college with enough girls that like to eat out, you know?” She sat on my bed and gestured for me to cover up, which I did. “I’m Bella, by the way…sorry about the awkward introduction.” I sat down next to her and saw her eyes drift to the still-present bulge in my pants.

“Have you always been a lesbian?” I asked, trying not to let her know I caught her peeking.

“Yeah, it started out as innocent experimentation with a friend in high school…but now I can’t imagine it any other way. Girls just…understand. The female body is beautiful: we have breasts and curves, whereas you guys just have hair and dicks.” I felt a bit insulted, but could tell that this girl definitely wasn’t the dumb hick that Vicky was. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been attracted to guys before. I just never had sex with one. Either they would prove that they couldn’t please me before it came to sex, or I just didn’t trust them.”

I started to see a window opening, and knew that I had to jump through it. “Do you trust me?”

She laughed. “I don’t even know you, Jim. Besides, if I was to fuck a guy it couldn’t be you, you’re my brother!”

“Am I?” I asked, having thought this through, a LOT. “I mean, I just met you. Besides, Mom adopted after I was born and they won the lottery. Really, we’re just strangers that have been called ‘family’ all of a sudden, so it doesn’t have to be weird. It just means we can trust each other a bit more.”

I felt my cock twitch and Bella lurched a little as she finally took her eyes off of it. “Jim, as attractive as you are, I think we should just forget this ever happened. What if someone finds out? This is already crossing a line. Besides, if you’re like any other man I’ve been with, you wouldn’t even be able to go down on me right. Why would I let you fuck me?”

I thought about it for a second. Part of me wanted to tell her I was already fucking Vicky, so she didn’t have to worry. On the other hand, I had to consider that she’d be very protective of her little sister. Bella had been around, she’d been educated and seen some of the world. I couldn’t help but think she wouldn’t abide the naive actions of her sister and me taking advantage of her. Instead, I thought of a proposition. “Well, why don’t you let me go down on you? If you think I’m doing it well enough, then we can go from there.”

I saw her considering it, and it dawned on me that she might not have orgasmed in the brief beşiktaş escort time between my interruption and her peeping on my private party. “Ok,” she said as she started pulling off her pants. “But I’m leaving my shirt on, no playing with my tits or anything. You’re only to eat me out.”

I nodded as she sat on the bed, spreading her legs and exposing her completely-shaven cunt. I slowly started kissing down her thighs as I knelt down, lightly tounging my way to her pink button. The heat was steaming off of her pussy, and I could see it was already wet at the attention it was receiving. I delicately worked my tongue along the labia, trying to get a feel for what she liked. I found her pelvis reacting as I rhythmically worked my tongue in a circular motion. Figuring I’d caught on to something, I started increasing the speed and pressure as my tongue swirled around faster and faster. She started breathing moaning and rocking back and forth as I decided to mix it up. Moving upwards, I found her clit and started delicately flicking my tongue over it, allowing her to settle into a rhythm as I started taking strong whiffs of her cunt.

“Are you smelling my pussy?” I gave a brief grunt as I continued lapping up the juices trickling towards her thighs. “You fucking pervert!” She grabbed my hair and pulled my head as hard as she could into her cunt, grinding her snatch against my face. “SMELL IT NOW, BITCH!” I found myself horribly turned on as she abused my face, riding it and pulling it. I just made sure to keep flicking my tongue, and she started writhing back and forth against my face. She started bucking and wrapped her thighs tight around my neck, and I felt the orgasm coming. Her breathing got sharp and heavy, and she started screaming as her pussy started squirting into my mouth and all over my face. I lapped up every drop of the metallic fluid as I could, feeling her give one final thrust before she collapsed on the bed.

“Well, how was it?” I asked as she lay crumpled on my bed. She looked so bizarre with her top still on and her naked bottom, her pussy still dripping on my sheets.

“Eh,” she said as she recovered her breath, “not great.” I frowned as she sat up and caught her breath. “I mean, I came…so at least you beat most of the guys that have eaten me out. But I’m still pretty convinced that you need to have a pussy to know how to go down properly.”

We stood awkwardly for what felt like a few minutes while I wallowed in my inadequacy. “Oh don’t feel bad Jim! You’re probably one of the best guys I’ve ever gotten eaten out by!” Seeing that her consolation had no effect, she started taking her shirt off. “Ok little bro,” her tits flopped out as she took her bra off and spun around on all fours to present her cunt to me. “You can go ahead and fuck me.”

In what I’m sure was one fluid motion, I removed my pants and jumped on the bed, ready to beylikdüzü escort fill her with my dick. I grabbed her ass and slowly slid my cock in, relishing the gasp she felt as her little lesbian twat was suddenly being filled with man meat. “How do you like that, sis?”

“It’s nice, I expected it to feel…weirder.” I started pumping slowly as she dropped from all fours onto her stomach and started meeting my thrusts. I considered making more conversation as I fucked her from behind, but I saw her fighting back tiny grunts every time my cock went all the way in her. I hadn’t stopped to think that this might be painful for her.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just…a lot!” I grinned at her complimenting the size of my cock. “Can you go like, faster? I think I’m starting to like this!” I willingly obliged, increasing my speed as I felt her shapely ass every time I thrust into her. “OH FUCK YEAH, JIM!” she screamed as I started pumping faster and faster. I slapped her ass and heard her squeal as my thrusts grew faster and harder. I knew I was about to cum in record time, but I didn’t care, because I was so damn excited to bust a load inside my busty sister. I noticed her hand creep down to her pussy again, and saw that she was playing with her clit as I pounded her. “JIM IM GONNA CUM AGAIN!” she squealed as I felt her stop moving back and forth with me. She froze for a second, and then started quaking and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock as a low, rumbling sound came from her throat. For the second time, she came all over me as the orgasm rippled through her body. She buried her face in the blankets to mask what was clearly a much louder orgasm, but I found myself holding on to her tits for dear life as I shot my load into my sister’s hot, sticky snatch. “JESUS Jim,” she let out as I rolled off of her. “I didn’t know what I was missing!”

A smile grew across my face as I realized what I had. A naive sister to bang, a former-lesbian new-bisexual sister to bang, and a whole summer with no mom in the house. “We should do this more often,” I suggested.

“I’m down,” she said nonchalantly. “It’s not as good as sex with another girl, but it’s pretty good.”

I got a devilish idea in my mind as I carressed Bella’s luscious rack. “What if we could get another girl?”

The glimmer in her eyes betrayed her as she started stroking my cock with her hands. “I think I have a friend or two that could be interested.” I started to grin at the idea of banging her and one of her sexy lesbian friends. “Of course,” she added, “they’re all lesbians and probably won’t want anything to do with you.” I frowned as she let go of my dick and stood up to get dressed. “But you don’t have any problems fucking me while another girl plays with me, right?”

I shook my head no and admired her body as she lightly stepped out of the room, closing the door. I stayed in bed for a few minutes, reliving everything that had just happened. I was excited to fuck Bella a lot, and teach her the ways of the hetero. I was even more excited to see her go down on another girl, and maybe fuck her friends. But I was MOST excited about one thing: fucking Bella AND Vicky in a nasty, incestuous threesome.

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Teacher-Student Reunion

Leanne had a way about her… a certain mystical charm which drew you to her like a moth to a flame and would ensnare you in her carnal web of lust and desire. Once ensnared, all were hopelessly enslaved and unable to escape her wicked charms, yet who would complain. I know I certainly wouldn’t.

What was it that drew people to her like helpless sheep to the slaughter so willingly, knowing that they would be forever imprisoned by her, yet still submitting to her wanton desires.

Was it her crystal ice blue eyes which could peer into your soul and awaken latent desires long suppressed or was it her pouting full ruby read lips that begged to be kissed. Maybe it was her shoulder length chestnut brown naturally curly hair which she so playfully and teasingly put in front of her face like a innocent little girl begging you to come out an play, yet she was far from innocent.

Perhaps it was her sumptuous 5’8″ 125 pound 34C-24-34 body which she so elegantly and gracefully strutted out on the dance floor as her body moved in perfect unison to the pulsating rhythms spun by the DJ.

While out on the dance floor, she would gyrate and her body would beckon people to dance with her, yet she was very particular who she danced with. Very rarely would a man stand a chance with her but yet she loved to tempt and tease them.

Her favorite tease was to sensually and seductively run her hands over her body concentrating on the “vital areas” and wearing skimpy and revealing clothing which left very little to the imagination, just enough to make you want to see more.

Her other tease which could run a close tie to her favorite way to mercilessly tempt men would be when she would dance with her girlfriends or even some girl she never met before in the bar.

The way they would dance as they put their arms around each other’s waists, passionately French kiss, rubbed their hot sweaty scantly clad bodies together as their pussies grinded together while they danced together would be just short of X-rated and was reminisce of a show you would find two hot girls doing on stage at a private strip club.

After Leanne had you in her clutches, what kept you there? Perhaps it was the way those pouting ruby red lips wrapped themselves around your cock as she went down on you, taking your tool all the way in her warm wet mouth and sucking you dry. She would use her tongue and lick around your cock head and up and down the shaft as she would massage your balls.

Taking your cock back into her mouth she would drink you dry as you spewed your hot manhood. Leanne would swallow it all down not missing a drop and her motto was “Good girls suck but bad girls swallow.”

Perhaps another way she kept you coming back for more was the way she made love to you. Maybe it was the way she rode you cowgirl style as her golden bronzed tan body moved up and down and her shaven pink pussy gripped the sides of your cock and milked you dry. Try to imagine her sweet sugar walls gripping the sides of your cock and stroking it like 1000’s of satiny smooth velvet fingers.

As she would ride you she would pull you up and allow you to suck on her sumptuous breasts as she held your head there and your bodies rocked back and forth in perfect unison.

Also try to imagine her warm soft hot sweaty body underneath yours as you fucked missionary style. Her little body would writhe under yours and her perfectly toned short little dancer’s legs would wrap themselves around you as her long torso rubbed up against your body.

Your bodies would melt together like warm butter on the finest fresh baked pasty and you would move together as one. Your souls would be mystically united as the world around you slipped away. Time and space would lose all meaning and you would be caught up in your own universe aware only of the other and without saying a word you would intuitively know what the other wanted.

As your passions rose higher and higher your pleasures grew stronger and stronger and your orgasms grew ever closer until you both climaxed in unison. She would flood your cock with her hot sticky nectar and you would spew your hot manhood forth deep into her waiting pussy like a massive erupting volcano which had been long dormant and had just awoken.

If the sexual gratifications weren’t enough to keep you ensnared what other possible ways could she keep you from ever wanting to leave her side. The answer probably lied in her mannerisms and womanly charm.

Apart from being a sensual and seductive party animal and a insatiable lascivious wanton slut in the bedroom, Leanne had a softer side, a charm, elegance and grace about her that was just as evident and just as much a part of who she was.

Even though she was a total insatiable slut in the bedroom, she was very much the lady in public and be the first one to help anybody who needed it. Perhaps she could be faulted for being too caring and generous, but again I never istanbul escort have heard of compassion ever being a personality weakness that needed to be worked on.

When it came to intimacy, however, she was very selective in the men she allowed in her life not only because she could because she had what every guy wanted sexually, but also because of the fact that once committed, she was fiercely loyal to her man and treated him like a king.

Leanne would go out of her way for her special man and would stand behind him in all that he did and would do all that she could to encourage him to reach for his dreams. Leanne would also make her man feel special, dress for him in certain ways if he wanted her to, and not only stand with him during the good times, but would be willing to walk with him through the fires of life and together, hand in hand, they would face whatever life handed them.

In short, Leanne could be considered a modern day “June Cleaver” or even “Harriet Nelson,” but with a twist. Not only was she a totally devoted loving housewife and domestic partner, she was a career woman as well, who balanced both with grace and charm.

“How do I know so much about Leanne,” you may be asking yourself, well let’s just say that I am the lucky man who won her heart and affection but un beknownst to me I had it the first day she walked in to my sphere of influence and those affections would lie dormant for years until we were reunited as fate would ordain a certain summer’s eve.

It all started few years ago. I had just finished my undergraduate in mathematics with a minor in computer science and had graduated early(that December). During my last semester in school, I had interviewed with a number of reputable companies but had my heart set on working with a well known and well sought after defense contractor.

However, there would be one little snag that would briefly stand in my way from landing a job with them… they were in the middle of a hiring freeze that would last for what they estimated to be about 19 months.

They were very interested in hiring me but they couldn’t until their new facility was built in my area which would bring over 1500 jobs to the area. I signed a contingent contract offer which stated once the plant was built I would be hired as a systems analyst.

It was contingent on my area winning the bid to build the plant. You see I wanted to stay in my area if at all possible seeing that I had been left a nice lake side cabin by my parents when they retired back east to be with my mom’s family.

While I was waiting to be hired I made use of my time. A friend of mine suggested I teach math while I waited on the company to be built here and so I did. I was hired on to replace a math teacher who took an early medical retirement and was given a Junior class homeroom.

It was one of the five county schools in our area which was rated class 4-A in athletics(roughly about 1250 students). I taught 3 sections of Trig/Advanced Math, one section of Pre-Calculus and one section of what came to be known as “senior math”(math for those who just needed an easy credit to graduate).

Of the other two periods of the day one was taken up by duty(during lunch) and the other was my planning time. Any how, Leanne would arrive to the school just a few weeks before I did as a junior and was assigned to my home room.

I remember the first day I saw her. She was looking very stunning in her white sweater and grey skirt and I could tell she was going to be quite popular and would eventually have the boys eating out of her hands. She also knew it and used it to her advantage.

For the first couple of weeks she didn’t say much to me but I could tell she liked me just by the way she kept watching me and finally she would eventually come up after homeroom and asked if she could aid for me on my planning period and I said sure.

During this time she would let her hair down around me and I came to find out she was what you would call a chatty Cathy, in that he would talk your ear off if you let her.

Leanne told me that she was an army brat and her father had been assigned here for 21 months but said when it came time for her to move again she was going to stay here. Leanne was tired of constantly not being able to put roots down and besides she confided in me that she fell in love with the natural beauty of the area with the lakes and mountains.

Over the rest remaining 5 months in school, I could tell we were getting closer and I could tell she was sending off signals that she liked me but I never acted on it for a number of reasons. First of all, I had a hard and fast rule. I never got involved with “Jailbait”(girls under 18). That was bad news and trouble and I wanted neither

Second, my standard minimum age was usually 21. On one rare occasions did I date someone between 18-21, but that was when I was in college and was attending avcılar escort a frat party. We were both pretty wasted and ended up fucking. When we sobered up she had the attitude like it never even happened so I never saw her again.

However my last rule which I added on the advice of one of my closest friends was to never get involved with someone under your direction such as a employee under you or in my case a student. He said to trust him on this and it would save a whole mess of headaches.

The next year and a half passed pretty much without incident although during her senior year Leanne had pretty much ramped up her affections for me and as I would come to find out she wasn’t the only one who had the hots for me. Pretty much all the girls in my classes thought I was a “stud muffin.” I guess I could see that seeing that at age 24 I had that preppie charm and pretty boy looks going for me.

Anyhow, Leanne would graduate but about a week before she did, she came down to my room all excited.

“Guess what Mr. Johnson,”

“What’s up Leanne” I said with a smile.

“My scholarship came through from Valley College,” she replied as she ran up and hugged me.

“Congratulations sweetie,” I said without thinking. “I knew you had it in you all the time. All you had to do is believe in yourself and you could accomplish anything you want.

“Thanks for believing in me Mr. Johnson,” Leanne said with a smile as she hugged me tight, pulling her soft warm body to mine. “You are really special to me and I will never forget you.”

“Well I will always be here for you no matter what,” I replied with a smile. “Just because I won’t be your teacher any more doesn’t mean I won’t stop caring for you. Anytime you need anything, just let me know”

“Thanks Mr. Johnson,” Leanne said with a smile “You know, you are a very special person I am sure whatever girl is lucky enough to land you for herself will have a treasure.”

“Like wise for you Leanne,” I replied. “I have never met a sweeter, nicer and more caring human being. It has been a pleasure teaching you.”

“It has been so very wonderful to have you as my teacher,” Leanne said with a sigh as a tear began to come to her eye. “I am going to miss you so very much while I am away at school but who knows, our paths may just cross again one day soon,” and with that she gave me a hug.

I could tell the chemistry was there between us and we so both wanted to take it further and kiss and much more than that but we both knew better of it. Little did we both know that we would be foreshadowing what fate had in store for us only two short years from now.

The next two years seemed like they flew by. I started to work for the company I had interviewed with 18 months ago and Leanne had finished Dental College in 21 months and was now a licensed Dental Hygienist and was working for one of the most reputable Dentist in town.

Little did I know that while at college, Leanne would let her hair down and become quite the party girl.. She worked hard and played even harder and used her beauty as both an asset and weapon.

I on the other hand. had become a Systems Analyst making almost 3 times my previous salary as a teacher(close to $72,500/year), so needless to say I was doing quite well for myself

As far as my intimate life was concerned, I wasn’t hurting for companionship. It turned out that I found out a lot of older women dug young looking guys and I found myself making love to many an older woman, some married, some single. We both knew it was a short lived thing and at first it was okay but as time went on it kinda wore old and I was wanting to find someone nice and settle down.

I had given up bars for looking and wasn’t much in the church scene. To me that was almost a contradiction to look for a date at church. I tried the work thing but soon learned office romances can prove fatal.

So where to look. You know there is that old saying that says that when you least expect it, you will find true romance in the place you thought least likely. Well that is what happened on a ordinary June night.

It was a Wednesday, just like any other and some buddies and I decided to let off some steam by going to a hot new club that had opened up about 9 months ago named Aladdin’s Playground.

The club had opened on the ground floor of the Marriot™ and sponsored what they called “Pool Parties” with one of the local radio stations. Since we had just finished submitting and being awarded a large defense contract which was to last for five years we figured it was time to celebrate.

However that wasn’t the only thing my buddies and I were celebrating. It seems that management had been quite impressed with my work on a number of projects so as a reward, they made me project manager and Mr. Harris, the company CEO told me to take the rest of this week and the following week off.

That turned out good for me because there were şirinevler escort a number of things I wanted to do around the lake house, one of which was just to take time relax and fish as well as go boating..

After work we all met at Aladdin’s Playground around 6:30 just as things started to get hopping. We sampled the finger foods and walked around the pool and had a couple of beers while we watched the people.

I looked over at the pool and much to my surprise I could have sworn I saw Leanne wearing the skimpiest 2 piece bikini I had ever seen which didn’t leave much to the imagination but figured she would never frequent a place like this. However, I knew it was her. I could just tell by her mannerism and her walk, but before I could get over to say hello she was gone.

Little did I know that she was here celebrating her birthday with one of her many close girlfriends. I saw her walk to towards the elevators but before I could find out which one it was they were gone.

“Let it go,” I told myself. “It probably wasn’t her anyway,” I reassured myself so I went back to the party which by now had moved inside the club

I sat at the bar and watched the people dancing and even got out on the dance floor with a couple of young 25 year old Asian cuties. After about 20 minutes of getting down, we went back to our respective areas and that is when I saw Leanne again.

This time, however I knew it was her. She was wearing a very short black one piece club mini dress that had a spaghetti strap on top and a low plunging u-shaped neckline and short skirt. It looked more like an undergarment than a dress. She was sitting at a table with some of her girlfriends smoking a cigarette had what looked like a margarita in her other hand

Suddenly the DJ put on some hot tunes and Leanne made her way out to the dance floor and was dancing fairly provocatively with one of her girlfriends. Guys were lining up taking their chances to dance with both of them but she shut them down cold. It was funny to watch yet at the same time it made me want to take my chance but I decided to play it cool.

It wouldn’t be long until Leanne would make eye contact with me and she would immediately recognize me. Moving her body in a seductive manner and pointing to me with her index finger and bending it back several times in a “come here” gesture, she beckoned me to come to the dance floor where she was.

I looked around to make sure she was pointing to me and I pointed to myself and she nodded her head and blew me a kiss. I got up from my seat and began to walk over where she was dancing..

However, I wasn’t the only guy who thought Leanne was talking to him. Some rich preppy looking pretty boy type who obviously though he was “God’s gift to women” by the way he had been trying to hit on every girl that came in the door beat me over to where Leanne was.

I thought I had been snubbed out by a another prep but much to my surprise and delight just as I was about to turn and walk away Leanne and her girlfriend pushed him away and did the “Shoo” motion at him. She then looked at me and held out her hand as she took it and led me out on to the dance floor.

“Mr. Johnson,” she said with big smile as she put her arms around my waist as we started to dance to music. “It’s so good to see you again,”

“It’s good to see you too Leanne,” I replied as I moved with her. “And you don’t have to call me Mr. Johnson any more,” I added. “My name is Dave. I am not your teacher any more and since we are both adults, I think you have earned the right to call me by my first name.”

“Very well, Dave,” Leanne replied with a smile and then a naughty grin came over her face. “Well, Dave honey, since we are both grown up and since there is not that student teacher taboo anymore, have I earned the right to do this?”

Without warning, Leanne pulled me close to her and planted a long, deep, intense, tongue probing, tonsil swabbing, breath taking French kiss as she rubbed her warm soft body next to mine grinding her crotch against the bulging hard on that was growing ever so quickly in my pants.

At first I was taken off guard yet I wanted the kiss just as much as she had wanted to give it and I went with it and returned it just as intensely. Leanne took my hands and placed them on her butt just under her skirt and that is when I found out she wasn’t wearing any panties.

As we broke the kiss, Leanne said with a lusty voice “Mmmmm I guess the answer to my question is yes.”

“Most definitely,” I replied, “and anything else you desire,” I added

With that Leanne took me to a secluded L-shaped booth and we ordered some drinks while we continued our conversation in private.

“You don’t know how long I have waited to hear that baby,” Leanne said with a lustful purr kissing me on the lips again.

“About as long as I have been waiting if not more,” I replied. “I must confess I wanted you the first day you walked into the door but I couldn’t do a damned thing about it”

“But now you can sweetie,” Leanne said with a smile as she slipped her underneath the table and placed it on my navy blue casual pants and began to rub my crotch.

“You can help me celebrate an important milestone tonight.” Leanne added with a soft smile as she ran her hand over where my already pulsating cock was.

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The following is a true story. Names may or may not have been changed to protect the innocent.. oh who are we kidding,,, there are no innocents in this story. Enjoy. All participants are 18 or above.

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Angel’s best friend Abby lived a few house away. The two had only been friends for a few years when her parents divorced and she moved away with her mother. This left Mr. Poet home all alone and in Angela’s mind this just wouldn’t do. She had desired the tall handsome man since meeting him, always flirting and showing as much skin as she could and now she had her chance.

Angela hatched her plan on a day her mother would be busy. She dressed in a short denim skirt she had worn to the Poet house before and knew had been noticed with a tight form fitting low neck shirt and no bra for her 34 c cup chest. Her puffy nipples were already pressing firmly against the dark red fabric when she rang the doorbell.

The door opened and there stood Mr. Brian Poet. Six feet tall and in perfect shape he returned Angela’s smile. “Angela? What brings you by?” His eyes would not leave the teenagers chest no matter how hard he tried and he could already feel his cock stiffening. Angela held out a container of cookie. “I am just checking on you. I baked these and wanted to stop to make sure you were ok and to say I am here if there is anything you need and I mean it Mr. Poet, anything.”

Brian struggled a bit to find the right words since she had to know he was staring at her chest. “Oh my, well come in sweetie, that is just so kind of you.” Angela walked past him and he realized she was wearing shoes with some heels and walking so her hips swayed. His cock was now fully erect and struggling inside his thin dress pants. “Why bakırköy escort don’t we put those in the kitchen” was all he could muster as he followed the blond with lustful thoughts spiraling through his head.

Angela had seen the bulge starting in the older guys crotch and knew it was working. She had on a great perfume and just a trace of makeup with just a hint of pink lipstick. In the kitchen she stopped and just looked back over her shoulder. “Where would you like your sweets, sweetie?” Brian froze in his tracks. The way she looked in that pose, the short skirt, tight top and those fucking hard puffy nipples was all his mind was allowing him to think about.

Then she turned and faced him holding the container of cookies just below her tits. “Would you like a taste?” She watched Brian stare at her nipples as his mouth opened and closed a few times. “The cookies Mr. Poet, unless there is something else you see that you would like to nibble on?”

This snapped him back to reality a little bit. “Wait, what? he stammered as she set the cookies on the counter then leaned back against the same counter with her elbows back, making her chest push forward. “Angela just what are you trying to do here? I can’t….we can’t…..” Angela had him and she knew it. All she had to do was close the deal and this she accomplished by lifting her skirt revealing her shaved smooth pussy.

“Oh come on Mr. Poet, I brought you over a nice sweet snack. Go ahead and try to tell me you don’t want even a tiny little taste. I know you have watched me every time I was over, well here I am. Man up and do something……Daddy.”

The daddy comment together with her sweet aroma finished the 40 year old. beşiktaş escort He moved forward and grabbed the girl around the waist before kissing her passionately. His tongue drove into her hot mouth and she eagerly kissed him back. Mindless Brian carried the teen into the family room and dropped her onto the large plush couch. Before she could move or say anything her kneels and spread her wonderful legs getting a much closer look at that moist bald pussy.

Angela held her legs back and apart allowing him total access to her. She could feel her juices starting to leak out as her pussy throbbed in anticipation. Unsure of just what to expect she yelped as he just dove in and wiggled his tongue inside her. Brian had long fantasized about this, but here he was getting her teen juices all over his face. She was really wet now as he licked deep into her. Remembering what his ex always scolded him about he went to work licking and sucking on Angela’s hard swollen clit making her moan out loud. Then she spoke, in a tone that spoke volumes of her lust. “Oh shit daddy yes, suck that clit, make me cum daddy, make me cummmm.” And with this Brian learned Angela was a squirter. She suddenly bucked under his sucking and began spraying hot creamy liquid all over his face and chest, soaking him yet he sucked more as the girl thrashed about crying out for more.

Brian stopped and stood quickly removing his clothes and revealing to her for the first time his rock hard 8″ cock. He could see pure delight cross he face as she slowly stood and removed what little she wore before dropping to her knees. “Oh daddy, is this for me?” The not so innocent looking girl said as she took hold of him and began licking beylikdüzü escort his balls, slowly moving up the shaft leaving wetness everywhere her tongue touched. Then she sucked him into her mouth. Her hot wet teen mouth. “Oh fuck Angela, that’s feels so good, you really know what you’re doing.”

She just kept sucking looking up at him the entire time but he couldn’t handle it. He grabbed her before sitting on the couch and moving her to straddle him. He wanted to look into her eyes as his cock slipped inside. Using her one hand Angela guided the hard cock to her throbbing opening before slowly slipping onto it, the entire time staring at the pleasure in Brian’s eyes.

The fact she stared into his eyes made the moment so much hotter for Brian. He had to really fight to control himself as the very sexy teen began riding up and down on him with her hands on his shoulders. Brian began sucking at the puffy nipples being presented to him which brought further pleasurable sensations to Angel who was already rolling her eyes back as she bit at her lower lip. The cock inside of her tight pussy was hitting all the right spots making for a quickly building orgasm.

Briaan didn’t want it to end yet but from the look on the 18 year olds face and how tight her pussy was gripping him he knew neither of them was far from cumming. He grabbed her waist and began thrusting hard upwards driving his cock into her with all his might. Angela arched back as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her bringing multiple moans of ecstasy to her lips. Brian then grunted loudly as he too felt the passion of orgasm, his hard cock shooting his thick seed deep inside his lover. Angela shook from the sensation and wiggled her pelvis forward and back grinding on his still erupting cock.

Still deep inside the girl Brian turned and rolled her onto her back on the couch and kissed her. He could feel his cock becoming less stiff while still inside her now overfull pussy. Soon Angela opened her eyes and smiled. “Thank you daddy.”

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Long day at work. Every time I saw Jody I could see my cock in her mouth fucking her face. There were a couple of times where I could not get up until the bulge in my pants went down. Not sure what was going to happen the rest of the week.

Jody was fine with playing masturbation games and sucking my cock but was struggling with actually fucking a married guy and a coworker. Willing to go along with whatever she wanted to do. Honestly, if she just wanted to suck my cock all week while playing with herself, I would be just fine. She had been one of the best face fucks I had ever had.

We finally got done with work about 8 pm. A few of us stopped to eat and we did not get back to the hotel until about 9:30 pm. Jody was at the far end of the table from me and I could see her glance my way on occasion, licking her lips and smiling.

Getting back to my room I unlocked the adjoining door and got ready to go to bed. I had just slipped into bed, naked, when there was a knock on the door.

Jody peeked in, “Can I join you tonight?”

“Of course.”

She came into the room dressed as she had been before, camisole and panties. Jody slid in next to me, pressing herself next to me. I could feel her tits against my arm and her bakırköy escort legs against mine.

“BRRR, it’s kinda cold tonight,” she said.

Jody did feel a little cold pressed up against me. I was on my back and she was on her side next to me. Feeling her almost naked body next to mine caused my cock to begin to come to life. She burrowed a little deeper into the covers and slid one leg over mine. Was more than willing to help her warm up.

“The bed will warm up a bit when we have been under her a couple of minutes,” I said, moving my arm from between us to above her head.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned snuggling up to me.

Her leg slid up over my cock that was now at full attention. After rubbing with her leg for a minute she pulled her leg back and reaching under the covers grabbed my cock with her hand. She was slowly stroking my cock up and down.

“I really liked swallowing you this morning, but I did not get to see you cum. You know I like to watch you cum.”

I just moaned as she kept stroking me. Jody pulled the covers back and slid her head down my body. She began licking the head of my cock popping the head in and out of her mouth. After a minute or so of that she sat beşiktaş escort up, reached down and pulled her panties off.

“I am going to fuck you with my mouth again, but I want to see you cum.”

“I’ll try to remember,” I smiled.

She laid back down taking me in her mouth again. Her hand had moved down between her legs and she began to finger her pussy. Just like earlier today, her mouth acted just like a pussy, with her lips pulling and tugging on my cock.

Occasionally she would stop with my cock all the way in her mouth, her throat massaging the tip. I was just laying back enjoying the immense feeling of her sucking my cock like that. Had to keep reminding myself to be ready to pull out so she could see me cumming. Could also feel her working her pussy harder, clearly sucking my cock was getting her excited.

My cock was getting closer to cumming. Reaching up I put my hands on her head to hold her steady and began pumping my cock into her mouth. I could tell she was humping her hand pretty hard as I continued my assault on her mouth. My cock was swelling as I pulled her head away from my cock. The first blast from my cock hit her right in the face as cum began to pump from my beylikdüzü escort cock. She moved her head back a bit as my cock continued to spurt cum in front of her face onto my stomach.

“OH, damn, cumming,” words gasped their way out of her mouth as her body tensed with an orgasm sweeping through it.

I had released her head and laid back on the pillow trying to catch my breath. Jody moved her head back down to my cock taking the head back into her mouth and sucking on it pulling the remaining cum out of my cock. Then moving up to my stomach began licking the remaining cum from me. Turning to look at me she made a show out of swallowing the cum in her mouth. She then scraped the cum on her face with her finger and licked it clean.

Smiling, she laid back down and nestled against me.

“Thank you for pulling out of my mouth, didn’t think you were going to. Most guys wouldn’t do that.”

“It was what you wanted. Like seeing you get off too, but cumming in your mouth is amazing.”

“I never had cum hit me in the face like that. Have had cum on my body before but getting it in the face was kinda hot. I think it made me get off as much as watching your cock spurt cum.”

“Glad you liked it, it was hot to watch,” I said, hugging her to me.

She leaned up and kissed me. I could taste my cum on her lips.

“We should get some sleep, good night.”

“Good night,” I said.

As we drifted off to sleep I thought about the fun we have had so far and was looking to whatever would come the rest of the week.

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In short order Nicki and Tatiana were in the hotel bar, sipping their drinks and watching the world go by outside. They were quiet, silent in each other’s company, but it was a companionable silence.

It was Nicki who first broke it in a significant way.

“Called my office this evening… told my editor I’d need more time off.”

“So, what’d he say to that?”

“Said to take as much time as I needed… isn’t like I don’t have the vacation built up.”

“So, what’s the problem?”

“You mean, other than parties unknown trying to kill my brother and his lover?”

Tatiana laughed. “Yeah, other than that little issue.”

“He very subtly reminded me of stories that were on the back burner, waiting for me, stories that he wanted on his desk in a reasonable amount of time… and I realized that I no longer give a shit.”

“How so?” the older woman asked, motioning the waitress for another of the same.

“Ms. Turov-“

“Call me ‘Tattie’.”

“Tattie, when I came down here, I wanted to learn from my brother how to let go and be who I am and still have a life, along with my career, how to not let my job become all that I am. I mean, I’ve seen him… he loves advertising… he loves the people he works with, he loves what he does. He’s in heaven when the creative juices are flowing and a brainstorming session is going on all cylinders. He’s laughing and bouncing off walls and inviting everyone else to bounce off walls too, not necessarily in sync with him, but in their own patterns as well and somehow out of that divine chaos comes the campaign and then he and Karen hunker down and start shaping it, molding it, and he’s like a kid building a soapbox derby car… serious, but always with that ‘Oh, this is gonna be so cool and go so fast!’ glint in his eyes. And while he’s at the office that process is his whole world.

“And when he walks out of the office, it’s like a light switch. He leaves it behind. He used to stop for a drink or three on the way home, not to relieve the tension of the job but the tension of the freeway coming home from the job… the job was left behind. He has a life, people he loves and who love him. I mean, I don’t count the ‘Angie years’… but other than them, however great his joy in his work, it pales in comparison to the joy he takes in living his life.

“With me it was always the opposite. My job was my life… there was nothing else for me in the world but the story I was working on, or the story I was thinking of writing after that, or the one after that. There was me and the stories and nothing was more important. I’d run on adrenaline and caffeine and sometimes other pharmaceuticals as well, whatever it took to get the story done; pendik escort interviews, research, the writing, the polishing, the fact-checking, the rewrites… and when it was all over and done with, I’d have to tranq myself just to relax, just to realize that it was over. So I’d sleep a few days and then I’d be faced with what jokingly passed for my life… or the next story. The next story always won that showdown. I’d run back to my obsession as fast as I could and throw myself into it as hard as I could, anything to get away from the fact that I hated my life.

“So I came to visit, hoping to learn his secret… hoping to be able to put things in perspective.”

“And what’s happened has done that for you, hasn’t it?” Tatiana asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Oh yeah,” Nicki said, smiling ruefully, “it’s been a crash course in perspective. I’ve realized that all my acquaintances in Atlanta, and that’s pretty much all I have is acquaintances, don’t equal one ‘friend’… friends like Harry and the family down here have… friends who put their lives on hold to be there for each other,” she said, arching her eyebrows at Tatiana.

The old woman laughed. “One of the advantages of bein’ your own boss… you can take time off when you want it.

“It’s really no big thing, Nicki. I’ve known Carol for quite some time… love her dearly. We share some very fond memories of an exceptional man. The more I see of this family that’s coalescin’ around her and Harry, the more I like it. Good people, all of them… not to say they don’t all have their issues, but they’re good people nonetheless.

“I’ve secluded myself from people for far too long. At first I did it because it was convenient. I had my work, it’s much easier to work at night, sleep during the day… but all of that was an excuse in a way… like you I was lonely and I didn’t like my life. So I hid from it, hid to keep from being hurt… and when I had the money, I started attractin’ ‘companions’ like Peter. Useless, vain, vapid… but the chatterin’ noise they made allowed me to believe I wasn’t alone. The friction of our sex lives allowed me to believe I was loved.

“And then Carol popped back into my life, draggin’ along these people and I felt comfortable with them… accepted by them… I allowed myself to bask in the reflection of their love and pretend it was directed towards me… and I realized that some of it , oddly enough, was. When they say that ‘any friend of Carol’s’ thing, they really mean it. That, like Carol, they could love me just for existin’, and for bein’ a part of their lives. They didn’t need to know me all that well, or psychoanalyze me… they loved me because I’d never given them a reason not to. Do you have any concept how rare that is?”

“Oh yeah, got a real firm grip on it… and got a short taste of it myself before everything went to shit.”

“Well, it ain’t gonna be shit forever. So, I gather you’re strongly considerin’ tellin’ your editor to shove it up his ass and stayin’ down here for awhile?”

“Awhile… maybe a lot longer…”

* * * * *

Margo shuddered through another orgasm, intense and forceful, as Kelly licked and sucked her clitoris, arms wrapped around her thighs. Carol lay curled up on her side next to Margo, her mouth locked onto Margo’s breast, her hands gripping her Madam’s arm. Margo needed this time with her wives. No one ever needed to know how very close she’d come to losing it, how very close she’d been to giving up in the park. There were eternities of silent prayer and non-stop pleading with Harry not to leave them. Feelings she wanted to, needed to, forget because of the hopelessness and helplessness that lay beneath them.

The three women clutched at each other as though in danger of drowning, their act of love seeming more the desperate joining of people fearing death. The gentleness of their normal loving was gone, replaced by a frantic and furious passion as they writhed on the bed, taking turns being the center of attention. Their love-making seemed aimed to exhaust kartal escort them, driving away their worries and fears with physical effort and sexual release.

Some time later Carol found herself on her knees, her cunt forced down upon Margo’s face as she thrust into Carol with her tongue. Carol’s mouth was latched on to one of Kelly’s breasts as if she never intended to let go and at that moment, that wasn’t far from the truth. Carol was fixated on breasts at the moment, a part of her needing the sensation of nursing at a mother’s tit.

Kelly seemed to understand this instinctively.

“There, there, Baby Girl, I’ve got you… it’s all right, everything’s gonna be just fine,” she murmured to Carol softly, stroking her hair. For herself, Kelly felt that even with all the upheaval and distress and worries about Harry and to a lesser degree about all of them, she was where she’d longed to be. She was well and truly home.

Orgasms tore through Carol and she bit down on Kelly’s breast, lightly bruising the skin, although Kelly was far from being able to notice. Carol had put one of her hands to use between Kelly’s legs and Kelly had climaxes of her own to worry about.

After more shifting of positions, Margo found her submissive side at the beck and call of Kelly who had her by the hair and was forcing Margo’s face into her cunt while Carol and Kelly kissed passionately, Carol stroking Kelly’s body with her fingernails.

Through the sound baffling provided by Kelly’s thighs Margo heard “That’s it, eat me, bitch!” and Margo’s orgasm surprised her as her inner submissive reveled in her situation. She put her hands behind her back and her feet together, as if she were bound, and savaged Kelly’s clit with her tongue.

Carol, noticing her posture, got up and found some dress belts that Margo had brought from home for her suits. She used them to tie up their wife, drawing the straps good and tight and securing her well. She hauled Margo’s head up by her hair and asked “Is that what you wanted, slave?”

“Yes ma’am,” Margo sobbed and then Carol let her head back down to Kelly’s mound. Carol crawled up in the bed and slung a leg over Kelly’s belly, settling in to rub her cunt against Kelly while Kelly sucked her tits. The position was a little awkward, but Carol didn’t care at the moment as Kelly was returning the favor, biting down on her nipples, creating a delightful pain that shoved her towards another orgasm.

Fervently and furiously they went at each other, tongues and fingers and hands and lips, sweat and sweeter secretions mixing to fill the air of the room with an aphrodisiac scent that only served to increase their need. Three voices, the songs of three women’s passion, blended into one song…

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM!

“I guess… we should… be quieter,” panted Carol. “I think the neighbors are starting to object.”

The three women laughed and then returned to their loving, albeit in a quieter fashion.

Eventually the cries of passion faded and all that was left was the sweaty gliding of skin upon skin as the three tired, frightened lovers comforted each other before drifting off to sleep.

* * * * *

Once Niccolo Philouma got back to his hotel suite, he began to make phone calls.

Soon some of his father’s most trusted men, men who might not know what was destined to happen upon Big Vic’s death, but who knew how Vic felt about each of his sons and knew that even as Consigliore, Nick was no one to mess with, drifted into the suite of rooms he maintained at the Hotel Grand to keep up the illusion of the disaffected son who only returned because of his father’s illness.

Nick told them what he wanted done. He didn’t tell them why, and they didn’t ask.

* * * * *

Harry Grimes swam up from the silvery surface of the sea that marked the barrier between his conscious and subconscious minds.

An emergency elsewhere on the floor had diverted the staffs’ attentions and finally he was able to come to consciousness, although he was hazy and very maltepe escort disoriented.

When the nurse returned to her station and casually scanned the monitors, she let out a most unprofessional squeal and rushed to his room to put him back under, only to be stopped by his croaking voice.

“Please… before you put… me back to sleep… please… I have to see… my lawyer… call my partner… Karen Pinard.”

The nurse got the attending physician and after a short conference with Harry, Dr. Lowry did as his patient asked.

* * * * *

Karen had expected many things might interrupt her nights sleep; none of them were what eventually did.

“Do you think we ought to go wake up Margo and the others?” Patricia asked.

“No, Harry specifically asked that they not be disturbed… although I think that when he’s better, they’re gonna kick his ass for it.”

“No shit,” Eddy said. “You want company?”

“No, y’all go back to sleep. Hopefully this won’t take too long.”

* * * * *

Harry was beginning to reconsider the wisdom of his actions. Dr. Lowry was standing by in case he changed his mind, and the pain slowly growing everywhere in his body was starting to make very potent arguments in favor of him giving in and letting them dope him to the gills once again.

It was taking a very conscious effort on his part not to thrash about because of the pain and he knew as soon as he did the doctor was going to fulfill his threat of putting a stop to the whole operation.

Harry continued to focus on staying still, relaxing when he could and riding the waves of pain as they continued to crescendo through his body. It seemed to help some, relegating the pain to what felt like a second level of awareness. Perhaps he was fooling himself, but if he was, Harry was content that it was hurting no one but him.

* * * * *

J. Noble Daggett wasn’t in the business of criminal law therefore he was unused to middle of the night meetings. His daughter Mattie had been hauled out of bed as well to act as secretary and notary for the evening. He had been the Grimes family attorney for the last twenty years and Karen Pinard’s attorney since she and Harry had started their company.

Now he and his daughter were being driven across the city by a madwoman, to see a man he understood to be barely alive.

* * * * *

“Howdy… Daggett,” Harry croaked. “Glad… you made it… so quick.”

“Thank your partner, Harry,” the old gentleman replied. “I think we broke the sound barrier coming across 38th St. You remember my daughter, Mattie?”

“Mattie… of course… listen… I don’t mean… to be inhospitable… but I’m in a lot… of pain… and I won’t let them… give me anything… until we’re through.”

“Of course… now, I understand you want to change your will.”

“Yes. Angie is out… completely… all my estate… to be split… evenly… between Margo Wohler-Sapperstein… Carol Riley… Kelly Culberson… and my sister… Nicki Grimes.

“Executor… of my estate… to be Margo… if not… then Carol… if not… then Kelly.

“My share of… Grimes we do need to hear it. It’ll help prepare us for seeing him ourselves. By this point I have faith that they’ll keep him alive so I really don’t give a shit how bad he looks. He’ll be okay eventually… although Margo told Kelly and me last night that he’s going to have an interesting set of scars.

Carol laughed to herself quietly.

“What’s got you chuckling, dearie?” asked Tatiana.

“Karen’s warning kind of reminds me of something that happened when I was younger. When my grandfather had his first major stroke, all the grandkids were brought together and we were going to go in and see him as a group. Since I was the official underachiever of the group, I got lectured and coached and warned by every adult there about how I was not to react to the paralyzation of his face in any way. Nobody was worried about all my siblings and cousins, they weren’t going to have any trouble at all with it, but me, oh, they expected me to go to pieces or freeze or something.

“So we all go trooping in… it was a fucking disaster. Four grandkids left the room in tears, two others just stood there and cried, and the rest couldn’t look him at him and just stood there looking at everything but him and said nothing.

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Chapter 01: Beginnings

“It seemed such a simple idea. We had the technology, the holding facilities and the will. Simply remove the evil, the monster, the cancer from society and keep the species Homo sapiens safe from predators. For eons all had gone to plan, the secure holding cells had filled with the dregs of humanity and the planet earth rotated bereft of its vilest inhabitants. Then came that terrible war, the conflict that would hold existences very survival in the balance. In the end there was but one solution, the complete obliteration of two races to ensure a universes survival.”

He was old. Perhaps fifty, perhaps sixty, gray at the temples and face lined with the passage of time. His costume was dated, a strange mix of nineteenth and twentieth century fashions haphazardly thrown together to create a somehow timeless appearance.

“I opened the box myself. Pushed aside the lid and let out the fifth dimension. Strange to see everything you know and love dissipate into nowhere. It all still exists, inside an atom, hidden behind a mirror’s reflective face. Not being unable to touch or see familiarity is eternally tantalizing, knowing it is just outside my peripheral vision yet however fast I turn my head it will still be beyond sight.”

We had met online. Saw an ad on Craig’s that really intrigued so decided to reply. He was funny, downright hilariously eccentric and being geeky myself I was hooked from the start. Hatter he called himself, the Mad Hatter. Wouldn’t tell me his real name, said nobody knew it, he had almost forgotten himself, which seemed strange, but everything about him was odd, unbelievable, yet vaguely familiar like a half remembered dream.

“In that very last moment the barriers collapsed. Creatures that should have been locked away for eternity released into the wormholes of time and space to reappear randomly and unfettered in the past and future. It was my action that caused their release and my responsibility to hunt them to extinction.”

Strange to see a man who had within his grasp the loftiest scientific knowledge struggle with a machine of almost simplistic design, his fingers struggling to hit the keyboard in order to produce any coherent pattern.

“We have voice activated software available now you know Hatter.”

“But you never know who might be listening.”

I waited for a grin, none came. Hatter was inclined to make remarks like that, short casual statements that weighed far more than their obvious poundage. Always the bigger picture he had said once, ever deeper and more obscure.

“Who exactly are you looking for?”

“River. I know she is here somewhere. “

——————–8——————-

The yard was dark and dank. Rain had fallen continuously since the previous eve and the air was still heavy with moisture that transferred to our clothes sarıyer escort to run in rivulets as we crept forwards towards the one lighted window. Hatter seemed unusually agitated. I had become use to the animated gestures and constant flickering expressions but somehow this excitement was tinged with a dark shade I found disturbing. For once the dark spectacles had been laid aside and his eyes had taken on the piercing concentration of the owl as it hunts on moonless nights. He gestured for me to stop and as always my body reacted to his will immediately. The control he held me under was mystifying. There had never been a conversation, no words that could be referenced in moments of doubt or contradiction, simply the trust that what he wished was always for the best, ever mindful of my care and protection. That he never asked for my assent or cooperation was not from an assumption of superiority, neither from some scheme to show me the subservience of my being, rather it flowed from a responsibility he took without question or personal concern and it made me safe and secure within his compass.

Carefully, from the extreme edge he peered inside. Looking first to the left, then adjusting his eye line sufficiently to see forwards and right he scanned every atom. At first all seemed well and his visage show little reaction to any stimulus. Then something caught his eyes and they narrowed, focused minutely. I heard the inhalation of a breath distinct and different from others, heavy with emotion, weighted with the spice of sadness.

He shifted side ways and leaned heavily against the bricked wall, then slowly sank to rest sitting on his haunches, elbows hard against his knees. I waited, patiently, trustingly, knowing that the moment he needed me I would be aware. There was a look I had learned, an expression so subtle as to be indistinguishable to any other but to me it cried, help. The moment lasted, dragged out as if the very hands of time had stopped and then without warning his head shook violently and he sprang upwards. The window was smashed with one blow of his fist, glass shattering and flying inwards to fall in a wild crescent across the inner floor. He was inside in a flash and once more giving me the look of stillness disappeared from my view.

—————–8—————-

I really don’t know how it happened. We were talking, quietly, deeply, the way we always seemed to be, then he kissed me. I was shocked. Not unpleasantly, I had often wondered what his touch would be like, fantasized about the spark that might ignite. But the reality was so much more, not at all like the kisses I had felt before, not timid or forceful, somehow his lips enclosed my whole being in a caress so deep and complete I found myself just wanting to drown in that very moment. He looked esenyurt escort at me, probed deep into my own eyes with a soul I knew was ancient as time itself and I felt myself burst forth, like a butterfly from its chrysalis, to be complete for the first time. He was strong yet strangely gentle as he lifted me in his arms to lay me on the great platform he used for rest.

I had never seen him sleep but knew he must, all sentient creatures need to dream and Timelords were no exception. The firmness of the mattress felt different, supporting yet yielding to my shape, seeming to mold to my needs with perfect reflection. He had tried to explain so often that all within the TARDIS was instilled with unique life force but to my inexperienced perceptions each proof still filled me with awe.

I waited, wondering what would happen, not sure if I was ready to depart on this journey to the stars. He kissed me again and I knew, felt the moistness between my thighs that told its own truth. He seemed so at ease. Chatting between embraces, seemingly waiting till my body was almost burning wild and free then perfectly controlling the conflagration with practiced mouth to keep the flames bright and strong.

He was smiling as he talked, lips curled constantly in a line of happiness and my soul soared. Absently mindedly he began trying to straighten my dress. The petticoats looked so cute standing but now laying they sprung upwards to create a slope between my waist and the hem. Was it an accident that his hand brushed against my naked knee? It seemed as if it must be, the play straightening continued accompanying with the conversation without pause. There, he touched me again. Very softly, but this time I knew it was no accident. The eyes twinkled a little brighter and the corners wrinkled almost imperceptibly.

How should I react? I wanted to show my feelings but to be too obvious would seem far too disrespectful and cheap. I waited, trying not to hold my breathe, the anticipation knotting my stomach and increasing the damp heat in my panties exponentially. Then it happened, the third touch and minimally I allowed my knees to part and sighed almost incoherently. The hand stayed, palm pressed warm against the skin, burning me, branding as surely as an iron heated to cherry red.

“Something seems out of place.”

His hand was gently touching my knee, fingers probing inquisitively.

“Better take a look.”

I wanted to say NO, just touch me please Hatter, please let me feel your caress, I beg you, anywhere, everywhere.

He was sitting astride my leg, hands either side of my knee. The intensity of the scrutiny amazed, I could feel his vision striping away flesh and cartilage, exposing muscle and bone to his minute inspection. He gracefully lifted my knee, flexed it slowly and steadily, checked for sideways avrupa yakası escort play in the core of the joint, then satisfied let it let it lay once more between his thighs.

“Quite the perfect piece of skeletal articulation!”

He was smiling a new smile. Somehow knowing, as if a joke had been played and only he knew its consequence.

“And the cutest dimples too!”

Without warning he bent and planted a resounding kiss on my knee, then regaining his upright position grinned widely as the ever present Cheshire cat. I blushed, I swear I turned into a tomato, my knees parted like the waters of the Nile under Moses instruction and my cervix descended to my urethra to dance a wild tarantella.

“The kiss seemed to do the trick then.”

He kissed the other dimpled knee, or more precisely the lower thigh just above and to the inside. I swear my kitty meowed in pleasure. The next kiss moved a little higher and I giggled. Yes giggled like a stupid schoolgirl who knew no better. He didn’t stop, in fact I felt the tip of his tongue move gently upwards slowly, too slowly dammit it. My thighs had parted utterly; any thought of modesty had vanished with the rapidly growing wet crotch of my wafer thin panties. So aroused had I become that without a thought I grasped the hem of my dress with both hands and pulled it unceremoniously to my chest. His head popped up momentarily with such a wicked grin I nearly peed myself with pure excitement.

Oh yes, the tongue touched my swollen hood and moved downwards to press the dampened silk deep into my labia. I purred, almost lost myself momentarily before gaining enough control to stop climaxing immediately.

“Don’t cum, wait till I tell you.”

The words dribbled like warm honey across my body. He was taking me, controlling me, owning me. Reaching down my hands found his head and fingers curled into the strands of his graying peppered mane. He reached up took my wrists and spread them wide, holding then fast against the comforter. I was in paradise.

My panties were soaked, penetrated from one side by the ample saliva spread as his mouth traveled knowingly and equally heavily laden on the interior from my own abundant outpouring.

Finally he drew them to one side and penetrated my liquid interior with linguistic delight, taking me to new and loftier levels of ecstasy. I wanted to tell him so much but my words stuck like feathers in my throat unable to escape the rapture that held me suspended in dumb oblivion. My gasps perhaps were sound enough for his fingers curled to intertwine with mine as the tongue drove piston like into my velvet sheath. My abdomen was tight, muscles holing hard against the almost overwhelming need for release yet still the crescendo rose unabated in my core. Momentarily all movement stopped, leaving me perched tiptoe upon the precipice with nothing to hold me but the insistence of his wish planted carefully in my soul.

“Now my beloved companion, let go now as never before!”

The flood gates opened. Womb and urethra gushing forth like burst reservoirs to flood all in their path. Eyes and mouth wide open, a silent scream frozen in time as my hands gripped his lest I be washed away.

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*

In the morning, George awoke slowly as the events of the previous night played again in his mind. As he recalled in his mind the feeling of Marsha’s body pressed against his, a slow realization came across his face as he realized he was still in the guest bedroom. As he quickly jumped up to hunt around for his trousers, he heard a whistle from the door. He turned around, his face frozen in fear towards the source of the whistle.

At the door in a sun dress was Marsha, smiling at him as his bum stood there exposed. It took him a while before his smile returned to his face and he began to laugh. Both began to laugh more as George slowly realized that he was off the hook so to speak. It was apparent to him that what happened was ok with Marsha and in his mind, Sue would either understand or have to deal with it.

As he slowly slipped back into his pants, Marsha was talking about this morning, about what happened when Jacob and Sue awakened. There was a pause after Marsha mentioned that they went to the zoo. George was shocked.

He asked Marsha if they even wondered where he was. Marsha explained her way of disguising why George was in the guest room although it was simple because Jacob and Sue had the main bedroom as their den of iniquity. It was then that the thought of Marsha’s statement hit home.

George realized they were alone at the house. Jacob and Sue istanbul escort left to go to the zoo by themselves.

Apparently, George forgot that they were charged to take the two visitors sight seeing. He began to apologize profusely at Marsha before she placed one of her fingers over his mouth to quiet him, her eyes sparkling at the possibilities. George then understood what she desired, but his mind took over for a second as he called Sue’s cell phone to justify himself. He heard it ring four or five times before her voice mail took over.

George hung up the phone before walking closer to Marsha, his eyes looking at her like he was stalking pray in the jungle. Marsha was wearing a flimsy sundress, but it was apparent to his eyes that she neglected the undergarments that day. George gets close enough to where Marsha places her hands over his shoulders and asks him what he wanted to do.

It was only a moment before George leaned in to kiss Marsha. A slow sensual kiss between secret lovers as their lips parted and their tongues dueled between them. George’s hands began to rub Marsha’s back as he slowly raised up her skirt to reveal her naked bum to his touch. George was more aggressive this time than the last, knowing full well that Marsha desired pleasure with him , that George was desired again by this deity from across the pond.

Both hands lifted her onto him as he then took her to the jumbled mass of blankets and sheets from the night before and set her upon the bed. He pulled up on her avcılar escort sundress again and she was completely nude before him. Her face shown not of shock but of relief as if she had been wanting his affections all morning. His face darted straight for her neck, his kisses beginning the assault before Marsha reached down and undid the button on his pants to let them fall.

George was in awe for just a moment before Marsha placed both hands on his rear and pulled him into her, impaling herself on his member. George was shocked for a moment before he placed his hands above her head and begin thrusting in earnest, his member being caressed by her aggressive walls. Marsha was too polite to tell George that she needed a good fucking this morning and she was too impatient to wait for his shy demeanor to subside.

As she raised her legs up to embrace his, George could feel his impending explosion. He started to say something before her lips interrupted him. She yelled for him to cum inside of her as her legs began to push him in deeper. It wasn’t long until George followed her commands, releasing his essence into her as she pulled him in.

Marsha released the hold on him long enough to slide off of him, her lips making contact with his member as he laid on his back on the bed, his legs hanging over the bed. As Marsha began to bring his member back to life, she told George about how much she wanted to wake up with him this morning, to wake him up the way they just fucked. George was stunned when he heard her talk that way, but even şirinevler escort more stunned when he watched his member react to her movements as it rose slowly. Marsha had it planned all morning that she wanted to do this special something for George.

Marsha’s mouth opened wide as she took his member all the way into her mouth slowly, her eyes with that twinkle that told George she was in total control. Since George allowed her to fellate him to completion the day before, Marsha had wanted to do it again since she reasoned there was only five days left before she went home with her horse dick husband. Marsha took George into her mouth and sucked slowly, his member going past her mouth and partially down her throat when it did.

George couldn’t believe the sensation as Marsha continued. She took his member out of her mouth and started to lick his sac underneath. George was in complete awe and wonder as her tongue grazed the area beneath before she took him back in her mouth, her hand grasping the bottom as she sucked him some more. Marsha was playing George’s member like a fifty dollar harlot as she kept taunting him, teasing him, almost daring him to shoot off another blast in her mouth.

She wasn’t disappointed as it was only a few more moments before George’s body went rigid and a shot flew down her throat. It was a moment of inspiration when Marsha took the member out of her mouth in mid orgasm and started to stroke it onto her pretty face as George watched, allowing his seed to hit her cheeks, her neck, her breasts. As the blasts wound down, Marsha allowed her tongue to lick her lips now covered with semen as she purred at her lover. Oh yes, she thought in her head.

She then thought about how much this man would be her sex machine in the next five days and was glad when she suggested that Sam and Jacob stay the next night up in DC. What she had in her mind was probably going to blow George away.

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2.01 Mary, Sara and the Neighbourhood:

2.02 Mary, Sara, The reception:

2.03 Jessie and her Sybian Lover:

2.04 Jamie and the Semen Extractor:

2.05 Susan and her Robotic Lover:

2.06 Daniel, the Harness and his Sybian Lover:

2.01 Mary, Sara and the Neighbourhood:

To the daily commuter, Willow Falls appears to be a nice, quiet suburban neigbourhood. Single-family homes, well kept lawns and pet dogs playing with with their owners. Beneath the surface, is a shadier side of life. It is a community of sexual openness where families and singles meet in various homes during the weekends for sexual discovery, enlightenment and entertainment. The themes include straight, lesbian, gay, toys and machines. A coordinator keeps the residents up to date on locations, category, time and openings. If space is available, a curious resident(s) may attend for observation only.

After their incredible sessions with each other, Mary and John reserved Friday nights for themselves. Sara went on a crusade to find boys at her high school which she could teach to satisfy her sexual needs. Over the past year, Mary had received emails from the coordinator but had always shied away from responding because she is a widower. This all changed in the bungalow at the resort. John was going to be away for two weeks on company business and Sara convinced her mother that they should attend one of the ‘gatherings’ as observers.

“Let’s see something new, different and unusual. Let’s go to the house that is offering Toys and Machines.”

A shocked Mary didn’t know what to say,

“That’s not exactly what I hand in mind.”

Sara smiled,

“If we don’t like what we see we can always leave. Just the description is enough to excite me and I have always wondered what Zoophilia is all about.”

A nervous Mary relented and returned the email asking for two open positions as observers. Within the hour, Mary was informed of the location, date and time, along with the rules and requirements. The performances are in a theater like room in the basement and everyone, including the observers, must be naked. The living room and dining room are used as changing areas.

2.02 Mary, Sara, The reception:

An exuberant Sara and nervous Mary arrived at the house fifteen minutes ahead time. A man at the door checked his list of names and smiled as he handed them a card with their seat numbers. They entered the house and saw a large crowd of people either undressed or in the processing of undressing. The mood was cheerful and full of expectancy. Mary and Sara joined others in the dining room and undressed. Sara did so quickly and Mary a little slower. They looked around and saw that most hairless like themselves. Within a few minutes, Mary was being greeted by neighbours she knew and she began to feel more relaxed and at ease. As they talked, she found out that some of them were going to take part in the performances.

A chime was heard and everyone began filing toward the door that led to the basement.

The basement was larger than what Mary had envisioned. There were twenty rows of theater-like seats, sixteen seats per row. The rows were in a semi-circle in front of a raised 12′ by 12′ platform. A three foot high guard rail ringed the platform along its left, rear and right sides. The front of the platform, facing the audience, was open. Along the left side of the room was a small sink with shelves holding wash cloths, sponges and towel. Sitting on the right side of the room was a sink and bottles of liquid soap, depilatories and pills.

Mary and Sara found their seats. On them, was a paper outlining the events and and participants.

1. Jessie Sybian

2. Jamie Boy, hair removal, semen extraction

3. Susan Robotic Lover

4. Daniel Sybian

Three men carried something onto the back of the platform that was wrapped in a sheet. After a bit of a struggle they got it into a standing position and then left. The outline at the top of sheet had the contours of a head and shoulders. Mary whispered to Sara that this was probably the Robotic Lover that was mentioned in the paper.

2.03 Jessie and her Sybian Lover:

The lights over the seating area dimmed and the hostess walked onto the platform.

“We have a busy and exciting schedule ahead of us tonight so we will get right to it. As most of you know, our customized Sybian is now available for sale. There are two models, one for females and the other for males. Jessie has volunteered to demonstrate the new Sybian to the audience.

A man walked onto the platform and positioned a cloth covered item at the front of the stage, facing the audience. He removed the cloth and Sara’s eyes opened wide when she saw the Sybian. The camera’s zoomed in and everyone got an up close up look of the customized Sybian.

The body was similar to a saddle, without the horn. Two adjustable side rails were attached for hand supports. On the surface of the ‘saddle’ was an oval outline and in front of that was an outline of a 3/4″ circle.

The right hand rail had six press-type buttons.

TEST AUTO START bostancı escort STOP

The left hand rail had three buttons,

6.00″ x 1.50″ 6.75″ x 2.25″ 7.50″ x 2.75″

The ‘AUTO’ button would detect the user’s orgasm and release its ejaculant.

The Hostess pressed 6.00″ x 1.50″ and then TEST.

Sara’s eyes opened wide when she saw the oval outline being replaced with a multi-lipped labia massager. It was soft and pliable and was made up of dozens of small, self moving, suctioning ‘lips’ and mouths.

A flexing tube replaced the 3/4″ circle. The clitoral massager was a velvety ‘mouth-like’ tube. Its function was to stimulate the clitoris and close over the erect organ with its internal suckling ‘lips’ and a ‘tongue’. Laser sensors would guide both massagers to its target.

A deep ribbed phallic rose upward between the lips of the labia massager. It was self lubricating and each rib rippled independently. Hidden tubes at the base of the phallic delivered the Sybian’s lubricant and ejaculant.

Sara’s breath quickened when she saw all the parts begin to move. Soon the glistening phallic rose up and both she and Mary gasped when they saw the skewering ribs pulse and throb. It made three upward strokes and jettisoned its ejaculant.

The Hostess then returned every thing to its normal ‘off’ state. The Sybian was now ready, and she nodded at Jessie.

Jessie walked onto the platform, straddled the saddle and nestled down onto its warm surface. She looked down and did her best to position her sex over the oval outline. She didn’t really have to, because the labia massager would use its sensors to align itself with her folds. The Hostess raised the saddle so Jessie’s legs were just slightly bent and then pressed the 7.50″ x 2.75″ button and then AUTO. Jessie closed her eyes, grasped the support rails and took in a deep breath.

She felt movement under her labia as the oval pattern changed and the labia massager’s ‘mouths’ and ‘lips’ moved upward and made contact with her sex. The lips formed around the outer folds with a delicious suckling and massaging action.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Ecstatic sensations flooded her labia and spread inward, into her vagina. The soft mouth-like tube pushed through the circled opening and snuggled onto her protruding pink button. The contact caused her hips to buck forward and she gasped as her clitoris leaped out of its protective hood. The suckling ‘mouth’ slipped her over her protruding clitoris and she squealed in joy as the suckling ‘mouth’ and ‘throat’ encased her rigid organ of joy.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!”

The ‘lips’ that were between her swelling folds pushed them further apart and began sucking on the excited entrance to her vagina. The ecstatic sensations from both massagers caused her arousal to explode across her loins. Her excited nipples grew erect and stood out from her firm breasts like bullets. Jessie felt the suckling ‘mouths’ and ‘lips’ explore her flaring and swollen ‘folds’ and gasped as more ‘lips’ slipped between them and join in the teasing and caressing of the excited entrance to her womanhood.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Jessie closed her dazed and aroused eyes and began moving her excited sex back and forth on both massagers. Her mind became saturated with wonderful waves of joy that were cascading across her body. Soft slurping sounds could be heard as her juices mixed with the massager’s slick ‘lips’. Her excited vaginal entrance began clasping as her vagina spasmed and rippled with joy. She was jolted out of her euphoric daze when she felt a slight pulsing pressure nudge against her vaginal opening. The nudging pressure built and Jessie gasped when she felt the entrance to her vagina being gently opened. She knew the phallic was at the portal to her womanhood. She felt the warm liquid oozing from the thick head and a delicious warmth spread around her eager entrance. She felt the opening widen and the warmth spread inward. Her inner lips stretched ecstatically over the pulsing head and Jessie moaned as waves of pleasure flooded her sex.

“Ohhhhhh!! Goddddd!! Yes!! Yes!! Yes!!”

She pushed down and ground her enflamed entrance against the slowly advancing head of the phallic. Her body now hungered for more of her Sybian Lover. The Sybian was in no hurry and nudged inward slowly and deliciously. Jessie’s arousal exploded and she moaned as the ecstatic sensations rippled into her seething vaginal passage. As the phallic slipped inward, so did the number of the expanding and contracting ribs. She wailed in ecstasy as her vaginal muscles rippled in sync with the pulsing ribs. The suckling clitoral ‘throat’ made her organ of joy feel as though it was going to explode.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

The probe pushed further upward into her clenching sex. It twisted and turned, it pulsed and purred as it explored the eager sheath. Soon its seven and half inches of warm undulating thickness made Jessie’s mind reel with its ecstatic fullness. The phallic partially withdrew then slipped back in. Jessie had to tighten fatih escort her grip on the rails to stop herself from falling off of her Sybian Lover.

It began an ecstatic rhythm, all out then all in, slow then fast. The massaging lips now extended themselves and began a delicious suckling all around Jessie’s swollen and excited folds. The relentless thrusts of the Sybian twisted, turned and flexed as it explored her seething vagina. Her engorged clitoris jerked and throbbed as orgasmic tingles radiated from it. The flexing phallic thickened and thousands of tiny cilia-like fingers pushed outward from the surface of the phallic and started massaging and caressing her enflamed vaginal walls. Jessie screeched as jolts of ecstasy shot across her loins. Her mind and body were catapulted into a sexual frenzy.

“Ahhhh!! Ahhhh!! Ahhhh!!”

Jessie couldn’t keep up with her frantic counter thrusts and she slumped own onto her Sybian Lover and let the waves of ecstasy explode across her body. The clitoral massager now began to push Jessie toward her orgasmic trip point. Its suctioning lips now rippled along the full length of her mini erection-like organ. Excruciating, ecstatic sensations gripped her throbbing, swollen folds. She felt as though dozens of warm, wet tongues and lips were swirling and sucking on her enraged clitoris. At the same time the phallic began deep, full length thrusts. Jessie was close to fainting as the flood of sensations saturated her body.

“Ohhhhhhh!! Goddddddd!!”

Jessie was at her orgasmic trip point and her Sybian Lover knew it.

Suddenly, the phallic lunged fully upward and stopped. It swelled to a full three inches inside Jessie’s enflamed vagina. The pulsing ribs along it’s flexing length teased and tantalized the sensitive nerve endings of her clasping vaginal walls. Jessie hunched down forcefully ground her excited sex onto both massagers. The Sybian unleashed forceful torrents of its ejaculant which gushed and jettisoned into her spasming cavern causing the vaginal sheath to ballooned ecstatically. Jessie screeched as waves of ecstasy flooded her body. Her body unleashed her orgasm and her vagina went into deep convulsions and her rigid clitoris exploded.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Jessie screamed as the orgasmic waves hit her. Her hands fisted tightly on the rails and her toes curled. Her legs shot outward in the air in a wide ‘V’. They kicked franticly as deep orgasmic spasms and convulsions racked her body. The Sybian coaxed a second, body wide orgasm to explode across her body and her orgasmic wail echoed around the room.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE …”

Jessie’s body went into orgasmic overload and she lost consciousness for a few seconds. When she recovered, her body was still in the throes of orgasmic aftershocks. The phallic was still twisting and plunging. Her body quickly rode another orgasmic wave which again pushed Jessie into a sexual frenzy.

Her convulsing body thrashed and squirmed between the support rails, her head twisted from side to side. Her clitoris was jerking wildly within the suckling ‘mouth’. The phallic exploded again. The thick mix of Sybian ejaculant and vaginal juices gushed past her swollen and flared folds drenching her thighs and the saddle.

“IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE …”

This time her exhausted and drained body shutdown and the Sybian whirred to a stop, still deeply imbedded within her body. Slowly Jessie recovered and she cooed and gurgled as deep aftershocks rippled throughout her body.

“Ahh!! Ahh!! Ahh!!”

Both massagers and slowed to a soft and gentle purring action and she rested on the soft, wet surface of the saddle as her body came done from its orgasmic highs. The Sybian being in the ‘AUTO’ mode slowly withdrew from her body. The loving ‘mouth’ on her still rigid clitoris withdrew and the rigid pink organ stood hard in the air.

She groaned as the Sybian’s phallic slowly withdrew out of her clasping womanhood. A loud slurping sound was heard as the thick head slipped past her reluctant inner lips. Torrents of ejaculant and vaginal juices gushed from the gaping entrance as her vagina returned to its normal size.

Jessie moaned with disappointment as the wonderful fullness left her body.

“Ohhhh!! Slowly … Slowly … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

The Hostess helped a glowing and radiant Jessie off of the saddle and a woman helped her walk toward the basement’s large walk in shower.

Mary whispered in Sara’s ear, we will order one of those.

2.04 Jamie and the Semen Extractor:

The sybian was removed and a rectangular box 2’W x 4’L x 3’H was wheeled onto the platform. The audience watched as the top and sides were removed and a strange machine was revealed. It resembled a motorcycle without the tires or engine. The width of the rear of the ‘seat’ was about normal but was much wider from the mid-section to the front of it. The surface was clear, gel-like, and its internal parts could be seen. The rear part of the ‘seat’ was saddle shaped and instead of handle bars there were hand-grips on the sides bağcılar escort of the wide body. Foot rests were at the normal motorcycle position, at the bottom, and slightly toward the rear. Restraining straps could be seen hanging from the hand grips and foot rests. Most of the audience had seen this machine in operation before and waited to see who the lucky ‘user’ was going to be.

A woman in the front row stood up and pulled her reluctant 18 year old son onto his feet. She led him onto the platform beside the machine and had him face the audience. The Hostess joined them and smiled at a very nervous Jamie.

“Jamie is 18 years old and is in conflict with his sexuality. His mother installed tracking software on the his computer and found out that her son is spending a lot of time on Gay oriented web sites. With the mother’s consent, we will help Jamie experience what an anal penetration feels like and then he can decide if a Gay relationship is what he wants. His mother has given him an enema and we will finish the preparation by removing all of the hair from his genital area and between the cheeks of his buttocks.”

Jamie looked at his mother with a pleading face. She just smiled at him and moved behind his naked body and put her arms around him,

“Its going to be Ok Jamie, this is necessary.”

Two naked boys came onto the platform and went to the sink and put several items from the shelves onto a rolling cart. These included, a package of two pills, a cup of water, a bottle of silky depilatory, a basin of warm water, wash cloths, sponges and towels. Jamie looked nervously at the cart as it was rolled in front of him.

A boy handed the pills to Jamie, along with the cup of water. He shook his head and his mother told him that if he didn’t drink the pills down she would hold his nose while the pills were being put into his mouth. Jamie nervously swallowed the pills. The Hostess informed the audience that the pills were multi-purpose. They would induce arousal and enhance his semen production.

One of the boys knelt down in front of Jamie and put his hands on the inside of his thighs. Jamie flinched at the touch and then reluctantly allowed the boy to push his legs apart. The boy looked up into Jamie’s face and said,

“Hunched down a bit Jamie .. good .. that’s good.”

The boy was handed the bottle of liquid depilatory and he began squirting the thick liquid over Jamie’s lower abdomen, thighs, penis, balls and between the cheeks of his spread buttocks. Jamie shifted his body back and forth trying to evade what the boy was doing, but his mother held him firmly from behind.

The boy’s hands now began to mix the silky liquid into all the hair that he could find. Soon, Jamie felt exquisite ‘popping’ sensations as the depilatory began dissolving his hair. The boy’s silky hands lifted his balls and swirled his penis around in delicious circles. Jamie stifled a moan as pleasurable feelings washed across his genitals. The boy’s right hand slipped between his cheeks and began spreading the slick liquid around his anal area. The fingers teased and caressed Jamie’s anus and Jamie fought back the tingling sensations was flooding his anal area and radiating into his penis. The pills and the boy’s persistent hands soon had Jamie’s penis stirring and he groaned with disbelief and embarrassment.

“Oh Noooo … Mom .. Mom ..”

The mother smiled and leaned close to her son’s ear and whispered,

“Its OK Jamie, your allowed to get an erection here.”

The boy smiled and intensified his actions. Soon Jamie’s hard manhood stood out like beacon between his hairless thighs. Both boys now used the warm, wet sponges and wash cloths to remove the depilatory and the remnants of Jamie’s hair. Jamie moaned and his hips jerked his hardness against the sponges and wash cloths that were giving him so much pleasure. They finished their work with the soft, plush towels and Jamie closed his eyes knowing that everyone in the audience was looking at his engorged erection.

A boy positioned a stool beside the ‘machine’ and left the platform. Jamie felt the Hostess and his mother hold onto his arms as they ‘walked’ him to the Semen Extractor. His eyes darted nervously around the room and his body trembled not knowing what was going to happen to him. Jamie saw the smiles from the audience as his erection and bloated balls bobbed and swayed between his thighs.

The Hostess guided his feet onto the stool and his mother helped him climb on to the machine and straddle the gel-like ‘seat’. The hostess put his feet into the foot rests. The hand-grips shifted back along the sides toward the center of the ‘seat’ and his mother told him to reach out and grasp each of them. An apprehensive Jamie weakly protested as the restraining straps were attached to wrists and ankles. The hand-grips moved back to the front of the machine, pulling him forward so he was leaning onto the gel surface of the seat. The foot rests moved his feet upward and back toward the rear of the machine. A dazed Jamie whimpered as two Gel-like straps were fastened across his shoulders and lower back, pressing his body onto the machine’s surface. The back up the ‘saddle-seat’ raised upwards and outwards, spreading the cheeks of his buttocks. His balls and erection felt cramped as they were pressed onto the surface of the saddle-seat, as did his areolas on the forward area of the ‘seat’.

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I’m convinced that people watching is one of life’s greatest and simplest pleasures. There is as much entertainment in seeing a variety of human behavior walking past as there is in the fashion displayed in a variety of human shapes and sizes.

The day had been long and I was enjoying a light dinner at an open café in the hotel. Dining alone on business trips was not unusual and sometimes the peace and quiet of the meal helped wind down the day. Plus, one always had to be careful about extending dinner invitations to anyone associated with the company you were calling on to prevent the appearance of impropriety.

The scenery tonight was a mix of late day tourist and early evening diners. The casual dress of the day for many was soon to be replaced with a change of dress to the more formal. This was more obvious with the older set than youth. While the ladies of my generation (of the 50’s and 60’s) had casual blouses and walking slacks, the youth had on black jeans and t-shirts with a variety of body jewelry mixed in. While the tightness of the youthful shape is always appealing to the eyes, the maturing that comes with the older models often makes for a more desirable experience.

“Can I get you anything else?” My waitress was an attractive brunette that was probably in her mid-30’s. Despite coming across strangers all day long, she did have a warmth to her that made the meal more enjoyable.

“No, it was very good and I just need the check now, please.” While she was organizing the folder with my bill in it, I asked her, “By the way, would you happen to know of a bar here in the hotel that is open like this?”

“Are you looking for a particular type of bar or just someplace where you can people watch” she asked.

“Mainly people watch. Quieter is better but I doubt if I will be there long enough for that to matter,” I said.

“There is a lounge called ‘Sunset’ just around the corner. Should be just what you are looking for.

I thanked her and checked out her ass as she walked off. It had a nice shape and sway, considering you really can’t tell much in restaurant skirts. At my age, women who are polite and interesting don’t have to have the perfect body any more. The intellectual and conversational thing becomes just as important.

“Sunset” was busy for only 7 pm so I grabbed the last seat at the bar, facing the courtyard.

“Is this seat taken? I asked. The man on the left just gestured for me to help myself and the woman on the right responded, “It’s yours for the taking.”

After my bourbon and water came, I took a quick sip and heard the woman say, “Long day?”

Somewhat surprised to have a woman open up a conversation in a bar with me, I replied, “Well yes, does it show?”

“Not too badly. Just thought you might be like me and be grabbing that unwind cocktail before calling it a day.”

Over the next half hour I learned her name was Victoria, she was from Chicago, in her mid-forties and had only been in LA for the past two days, going home the day after tomorrow. For her this was a long trip and she was ready to go home.

“So you like to people watch, do you Harry?” she asked. “What do you find most interesting or should that be obvious to me?”

“What do you mean obvious?” I said.

She dropped her voice slightly so as not to be heard beyond the two of us. In doing so her blouse opened to the point where I was now paying attention to her figure as well as holding a conversation. The swell of her breasts was apparent as was her white lace bra.

“I figured all men just checked out boobs and butts. The hotter the figure, the more they drooled.”

“That was certainly true when I was younger,” I said. “But now I focus less on the figure and more on how adventurous I think the person is. You know, the person they only let out when in private surroundings.”

“Hmmmm,” she said. “So you look at a passerby and do a little fantasizing at the same time it sounds like.”

“Now that you put it that way, that’s pretty much it,” I said. I noticed Victoria now looking at me directly into my eyes and smiling. She was an attractive woman, blue eyes, full face, shoulder length brown hair, all of which was highlighted by the typical dark suit of a mid-west business person.

“So, pick out someone walking by and tell me what kind of fantasy you are thinking of,” she said.

“I couldn’t do that here in public, I’d get arrested.” I turned my gaze back to the passersby to see if she would be offended, neutral or more interested.

“Would you tell me if we were in a more private place?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Sometimes the details are graphic. I wouldn’t want to offend you.”

“Believe me I have heard it all, it would be hard to offend me. I know a place where we can continue this conversation if you’d like to join me?

“Lead the way,” I said.

We both downed the last sip of our drink. Victoria slipped out of her chair and started walking through the bar out to the main lobby with me following. She had pendik escort the figure of a middle aged woman but with a tight waist line and generous ass. My first thought was how it would feel to fuck her doggy style, holding on to that skinny waist while bouncing my groin off those generous ass cheeks, then shooting my cum all over them.

Busted! Victoria looked over her shoulder to see if I was following her and caught me checking out her ass. She just grinned and kept walking.

Into the elevator we went with several others, not a word said. She looked at me with a quizzical look and then put her hand on the button panel. Realizing she wanted the number of my floor, I told her “12 please”. We got off on the 12th floor and she followed me to my door. As I opened the door, I gestured for her to enter, ladies first.

“Is this a private enough place to finish that conversation?” she asked setting her purse down on the bed..

“I think so,” I said.

“Do you mind if I get rid of this?” she asked. Victoria took off the jacket to her business suit and hung it up. Meanwhile, I found a light jazz station on the clock radio just to take the edge off the room.

“Make yourself comfortable,” I said and proceeded to make us each a drink from the room’s mini bar.

She started to kick off her dress shoes but I stopped her. “Could you do me a favor and leave those on? I asked.

With a knowing smile she said, “If you like. But I do need to get rid of these pantyhose. I’ll be right back.” With that she stepped into the bathroom.

In the meantime I hung my coat over one of the chairs in the room and kicked off my shoes. There was hard liquor in the bar but I chose to pour us each a glass of white wine.

Victoria came out of the restroom. I watched her breasts bounce gently under her blouse as she came to me, got her glass of wine and held it up. Looking me in the eyes she said, “Cheers!” We each took a sip of wine and continued to inspect each other.

Victoria raised her right hand and started rubbing it over my chest, as if checking out the contour of my muscles. In return, I placed my left hand on her waist, rubbing her lower back and encouraging her to come closer.

“I have an idea,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“Rather than talking about fantasies with strangers, why don’t we act out our own? Since you have so many fantasies, I’m sure you have one you have always wanted to act on but never had the opportunity. This might just be the time.”

I looked at Victoria and replied, “Are you sure? It would probably involve games and nakedness and lots of dirty talk, etc. Might be more than you want to tackle….” While I was really hoping she would be interested, I was also cautious that she didn’t start something she couldn’t finish.

“Oooooh, I think I can handle it,” she said looking into my eyes.

I was pretty sure she was game but I had to make sure she wasn’t bluffing. Taking my hand off her waste, I took her right hand and gradually moved it down to my crotch so she was holding my cock.

I did not have to wait long for her reaction. She smiled and started stroking my cock through my pants.

“Ummm, you must like my idea, your cock is already hard! Do you want to fuck my pussy with that hard cock from behind?” she asked.

I must have had a surprised look on my face as she grinned and said, “See, I don’t mind dirty talk, and nakedness and stuff. Plus I saw you checking me out when we left the bar. Now, want to share that fantasy?”

“OK,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to play strip poker with some special rules.”

“And those rules are……?” she asked, as she took another sip of her wine, but not letting go of my cock.

“Winner gets to decide what loser takes off. Winner gets to decide who takes it off. Winner can kiss any part of the losers body that is not covered by clothing or can have the loser kiss them on any part of their body not covered by clothing. Every round ends with a kiss to keep things friendly. First one with no clothes has to be a slave to the winner for 30 minutes, nothing kinky but no balking. Still interested?” I looked into her eyes while waiting for an answer.

“Sure, it will be fun to have you as my slave for 30 minutes, Harry. But we have no cards.”

“You refill the drinks and I’ll get things set up,” I said.

We sat across from each other at the small desk. It was decided we would play hi-low with one draw each hand with numbers written on slips of paper.

Victoria was staring at my crotch and said, “Not yet.” She proceeded to cross her legs, purposely opening them to show me her white panties and then pulled the hem of her skirt up until two thirds of her legs were showing.

“Now I’m ready. Hope you aren’t too distracted,” she said with a sly grin.

“Oh I’m definitely distracted but in a very good way,” I said. “Ladies first….go ahead and draw.”

Victoria pulled a slip of paper from the envelope and showed it to me. It said “4”.

“Your kağıthane escort turn,” she said.

I reached into the envelope and my slip of paper read “6”. I showed it to her.

“Looks like you win the first round,” she said with a smile. “What do I take off?”

I looked at Victoria and said, “I want to take it off and I think I’ll start with your skirt. Stand up for me and turn around.”

“Yes sir,” she said in a very playful tone. She stood up, turned around and held her hands clasped in front of her. Her skirt dropped to its normal length, falling just above the knee.

I reached up, undid the button and zipper and gently pulled the skirt down until she was able to step out of it.

Victoria started to turn around and sit but I stopped her. “Wait,” I said, “I still get to kiss you wherever I want.”

Sounding a little confused, she looked over her shoulder and said, “OK, go ahead.”

Placing her skirt folded on the bed, I ran my hands up the back of her thighs and gently raised the bottom of her blouse to waste high. She shivered a bit with the path my hands were taking then stood quietly waiting to find out where I would kiss her.

Victoria had white boy shorts on that did a fabulous job of highlighting the roundness of her ass. After taking in the picture for a moment, I planted a nice wet kiss on the inside of both thighs, just under her pussy.

“I think that was two kisses,” she said, sitting down. “But I will forgive you this time. Now do we still kiss before the next round?”

“Absolutely.” With that we leaned in to each other and gave each other a light French kiss.

“We need to improve on that next round,” Victoria said. “”Your turn to go now.”

While I selected my slip from the envelope Victoria continued, “For a guy who likes dirty talk, you are pretty mellow.”

“I’ve been holding back so I didn’t offend you but I can change that,” I said. Then holding up my slip I showed her and “8”.

Victoria reached in for her slip and pulled out a “2”. “Shit! Ok, what goes now?”

I smiled at her and stared at her legs again.

“I think it is time I found out how you like to shave your pussy. Stand up facing me so I can remove your panties,” I said.

Victoria stood up with her arms crossed on her chest. Again I ran my hands up her legs from the knee to her waistline.

Shivering she said, “That’s cheating you know.”

“Getting a little excited are you?” I asked.

“Just wait til I get my turn!” she said in a competitive but joking tone of voice.

I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties and started pulling them down. When they were half way down I told her to hold her blouse up so I could see better. She pulled her blouse up to her waste line and held it there for me.

I continued to pull her panties down, revealing a lush bush of hair, reaching from hip to hip and moist around her pussy. As I had her step out of them, I was careful not to get them caught on her heals. Once in my hands, I held the crotch up to my nose to get a gentle whiff of her pussy scent. She just watched with a grin on her face.

“Have a seat and spread your legs wide,” I told her.

Victoria sat but only slowly parted her legs, knowing my eyes were ready to take in the full view of her exposed and wet pussy.

Once spread, I got on my knees in front of her and gave her pussy a lick from the bottom to top, with a short kiss on her clit before returning to my chair.

“Again I think you cheated. That was more of a lick than kiss,” she said.

“Complaining?”

“Not a bit. In fact, you’ll be licking my pussy a lot more when I win this game.”

“Oh, I’ll be licking you all right,” I said, “just before I roll you over and give your pussy a good fucking.”

Victoria moaned at that comment and reached forward to provide her side of the end of the round kiss. This time it was deep and wet French kiss that lasted a full 15 seconds.

Sitting back in her chair, Victoria crossed her legs and straightened her blouse so as to provide as much coverage as possible to her present nakedness.

“A little self conscious about being naked?” I asked.

“Not at all, Harry. Just don’t want you to be distracted and blame me when you lose the game,” she said smiling.

“Well I think I want to be distracted, it won’t bother me at all. I think you should open those legs back up so I can look at what I have won so far whenever I want.”

Partially miffed yet partially excited, Victoria spread her legs, knowing just when to stop so that I could get my view but she was not widely on display.

The next slips of card were pulled with Victoria getting a “10” and me a “3”.

“Ok, Harry, stand up and drop those pants. You do it and I’ll watch.”

And watch she did. Her eyes started on my crotch and never left them the entire time. Once I returned to my seat she got on her knees in front of me, with her hands on my thighs.

“Spread maltepe escort real wide so I can….” As her voice trailed off, Victoria reached down with her tongue and licked the inside of both of my thighs, then licked my cock all along its length through my underwear, kissing the head.

“Kiss?” she said and gave me our end of round French kiss before returning to her chair, only this time with her legs spread as before.

“Keep you legs spread, too,” she said staring at my crotch. “I’m going to get a good look at your cock real soon when I win this next hand.”

We both broke our gaze long enough to pick our next slips. Victoria pulled a “6”, I pulled a “7”.

“Guess it’s the blouse, huh?” she said.

I nodded and she started to undo the buttons. Glancing back at me she confirmed I wanted her to complete he process alone. Once done she was sitting clad in only her white lace bra, with her dark brown nipples now clearly visible.

“Ready to be shocked?” I asked.

“Sure,” she said with a challenging look.

“I want you to stand up, turn around, and bend over the chair so I can kiss you.”

With a grin, Victoria figured I was going to give her pussy a lick again only from another angle. She bent over but not far enough for my needs.

“Farther, so that your back is almost flat.”

Victoria did as I requested. I got on my knees behind her, placed one had on each buttock and pulled her ass cheeks apart exposing her little rosebud. Before she figured it out, I began tonguing her asshole.

“Oh!” she said. I couldn’t tell if she was surprised, disgusted or enjoying it. Nonetheless, I gave her asshole five good licks, mostly in circles before I stopped and backed away.

“I didn’t expect that.”

“Haven’t you ever had that done to you before?”

“Yes, but I didn’t think you were the kind of guy willing to do that.”

Sensing that ass play was OK, I wanted to see how much Victoria was game for.

“Are you willing to do that to me? I might be asking you to when I win the game……”

Victoria looked at me smugly and said, “I might ….but you haven’t won yet.”

“Do you like being fucked in the ass? Or is your ass a virgin?” I was curious what she would tell me and how far she would go with this topic.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Besides, it might be you getting fucked in the ass later….”

I was curious about that comment but left it alone for now.

She again sat down with her legs crossed and with a waive of my hand I indicated she should sit with her legs spread so I could look at her pussy whenever I wanted. Before adjusting herself she stood up and began walking to the bathroom.

“I need to put a towel under me or I’m going to make a mess on this chair.” Another moment I was hoping for came to pass—watching this lovely woman with the full ass walking away from me in her heels and then coming back as well, breasts bouncing and pussy in full view. Just what the voyeur in me needed. I’m not sure my dick could’ve gotten any harder and she knew that by looking.

Victoria spread the towel over the chair and sat back down, this time with legs spread. With only her bra left, I stated the obvious.

“Looks like I need just one more win and you’re mine for the next half hour!”

“It’s not over yet,” she said pulling a “9” out of the envelope, much higher than my “2”. “Stand up and come over here.”

Victoria spread her legs wide inviting me to stand in the middle of them, very close to her. So close my crotch was in her face.

“Now, don’t say a word while I get rid of your underwear, OK?” With that, she used her right hand to give me a smack on my ass as a way to emphasize the command.

With hands at my side I just looked down and watched. Victoria looked up at me briefly, grinned then stared directly at my cock as she slowly lowered by underwear.

As she pulled my underwear all the way down in back, she placed one hand on each cheek of my ass and began squeezing. She continued this on and off while placing her teeth on the front of my underwear and continuing to pull them off.

At this point my cock was so hard she could not get the front of underwear off without using her hands. Pulling my underwear out she released my cock out into the open and watched the underwear fall to the floor.

“Remember….don’t move….” She repeated.

With my cock level with her face, she returned her right hand to my ass check and began squeezing again. With her left hand, she gently took hold of my cock and moved it to the side. Once my cock was out of the way, she gently placed her mouth around my hairy balls and started sucking them.

While the warmth of her mouth around my balls was incredible to say the least, she also did this massaging motion with her tongue at the same time that just about made me go through the roof.

She further compounded the pleasure by now gently and slowly stroking my cock with her left hand, up and down, and periodically just on the head. The pre-cum was starting to ooze out.

“This is wonderful but you need to stop,” I said, “or this game is about to be over.”

Releasing my balls Victoria just stared at my cock and said. “I guess I’ll just have to wait to continue this when I win the next round. Now give me a kiss.”

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