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Doctor Harden woke up early in the morning. His wife was sleeping with her back turned towards him; usually she slept snuggled against him. He got up, walked around the bed and delicately sat down next to her, doing his best not to wake her up. He looked at her face. She was so beautiful. He loved her so much.

“What is happening to you Mary? If I only could know what the problem is. If only I could know how to help you.”

Seeing that his sleeping wife won’t answer his silent questions, he got up and went to the bathroom where he took a quick shower and shaved. Mary was awake when he returned. She was still lying in bed. She paid him no attention as he entered. She was busy staring through the window.

“Good morning my love,” he said lovingly.

“Good morning,” she replied melancholically without looking at him.

Doctor Harden looked through the window to see what his wife was staring at, but except for trees and few clouds lazily sailing on the blue sky there was nothing of interest there.

“It’s a beautiful day,” he said.

“It is.” Her voice was absentminded.

“Do you have any plans for what to do today?”

“No.”

He could see that this discussion, assuming you could call it a discussion, was going nowhere. He desperately tried to think of something to say that could get her attention. It was then that he recalled his talk with Alice last night. When he came back to his room Mary was already sleeping. Now was as good time as any to tell her. Sooner or later he had to do it. Besides, he was curious about her reaction. Some small, selfish part of him still hoped that she was going to get jealous.

“My love, I have something to tell you.” She kept staring through the window and gave no sign that she heard him. “Last night, when you were sleeping, Alice called.”

“Alice?”

“Alice Chong, my assistant. There is some sort of emergency at the institute.” He decided to be vague, especially since he himself did not fully understand what Alice was rambling about last night. Judging by her state, the last thing Mary needed right now was to hear spooky stories about weird meteorites and alien energy.

“Apparently, they have a problem and they urgently need my opinion. Alice is going to come this afternoon to discuss the problem with me.” Mary continued to ignore him. “It shouldn’t take more than few hours. She’s going to sleep here tonight and then she’s going to depart in the morning.”

“Ok,” Mary said in completely unconcerned voice, as if he was making comments about last year’s weather.

“Well, I’m happy to see that it doesn’t bother you.”

Actually, he was quite worried by the lack of any emotional response. Mary insisted on this vacation for months. When he finally agreed and they started to make plans, she was very clear about him completely forgetting his work for these five days. He expected anger after telling her about Alice, or at least some sort of reaction. Instead, he got nothing.

“Are you going to eat breakfast? I’m going to prepare something nice and we could eat on the balcony. The view is magnificent.”

“Ok,” she agreed with as much enthusiasm as she did before. “I have to wash first.”

“Absolutely. Go take a shower and do whatever you need to do and relax while I’ll go and make a truly delicious breakfast,” he said with faked cheerfulness.

Mary got up and went to the bathroom. Her husband followed her every step with worried eyes.

***

Mary locked the door to the bathroom and immediately found herself facing a dilemma. Should she take a shower or a bath? By now she was feeling better. A good night of sleep helped her mind to heal. She was still emotionally shaken by the memory of her kitchen adventure with Billy, but she was starting to put it back behind her. She still could not explain it. Was it a fantasy or hallucination or a dream? At this point it didn’t matter. Her mind was healing and that was the important thing.

She decided to take a bath. A bath was more relaxing than shower. A long, relaxing bath would do her good.

The bathroom was equipped with one of those luxurious bathtubs large enough to accommodate a small group of people. Mary turned on the water and poured in some oils and lotions. Soon the bathroom began to fill with the delicate, artificial scent of flowers. As water continued to pour in, foam started to form and expand.

It took time before the bathtub filled. While waiting, Mary returned to the bedroom and watched the garden through the window. It was another hot, sunny day and the garden looked beautiful with thousands of colorful, blooming flowers. She promised herself to go for a long walk after breakfast.

When the bath was ready, Mary tied her long hair into a bum and slipped off her nightgown. She lowered her naked pornstar-like body into the hot water and spent the first moments enjoying herself and playing with the foam. Then, she put a little bit of liquid soap on a sponge and started to slowly wash her karataş escort bayan body. A warm feeling started to form inside her. She lifted one of her gorgeously shaped legs high in the air and delicately half washed, half caressed it.

The warm feeling was starting to become pleasurable. And then it hit her – horniness. It was as sudden and intensive as the attack she had the previous day.

Mary dropped the sponge and grabbed the edges of the bathtub. Her breathing became heavier. Her nipples hardened to the point where it almost hurt. Her nerves became so sensitive that even the movements of water splashing against her naked body caused shivers of pleasure. Nevertheless, no matter how much her pussy screamed to get fucked, her brain refused to give in.

“No. I will not do it again. Whatever is happening, I must not give in. If I resist, it will go away.”

She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The horniness was becoming more intense with every second. She recalled with horror, but also lust, what took place in the kitchen on the previous day. Afraid, she opened her eyes expecting to see Billy standing there naked with his huge erect cock, but the bathroom was empty.

She looked at the door and saw, with much relief, that it was still locked. At least Billy was not going to get inside and fuck her. She knew that in her state she wouldn’t have been able to resist his young, athletic, naked body and his young, virile, massive cock.

Thinking about his cock only got her more horny, if such a thing was even possible. She closed her eyes again and started thinking about her son’s member. She recalled how wonderful it felt to suck it and feel his big, pulsing veins with her tongue. She remembered grabbing him with her small hand, feeling his hardness and stroking him. She remembered him ejaculating in her mouth and drinking his seed. She remembered how deliciously it tasted. But she also remembered that she had to resist.

It took her a moment to realize that someone or something was touching her butt. At first Mary wasn’t sure if it wasn’t simply an illusion created by the movements of water, but then she felt her ass being lifted up into the air.

She opened her eyes. Her heart froze. Billy was there. He was naked and kneeling in the bathtub in front of her.

Immediately, her brain split into two parts. One part started to ask herself questions. How did her son get here? She could see that her bathroom door was still locked, and there were no windows. And even if he did managed to somehow get inside, how did he slip into the bathtub without her hearing or sensing anything?

The other part of her brain rejoiced at seeing this youthful stallion in front of her. Because of all the foam, Mary couldn’t see Billy’s body from the waist down. It made her feel sad that she couldn’t see his cock and admire it. Was it hard? Was he going to stick it inside her and fuck her brains out?

The aroused mother immediately scolded herself for thinking such thoughts. This was incest. Incest was wrong, even if it involved such a beautiful young stud as Billy. However, despite her misgivings, Mary felt delighted, despite not wanting to be delighted, when her son’s intentions became all too clear.

Billy was holding his ass with both his hands like a bowl. The analogy was not inaccurate, for the young man was indeed in the mood for eating. He lowered his head and slowly, as if savoring icecream, he licked her swollen and partially opened vagina.

Mary screamed from pleasure. “Billy what are you doing?!” Although she was chastising him, her voice betrayed how much she enjoyed his oral exploration. Billy licked her again, this time allowing his tongue to penetrate inside, although not too deep. “Aaaaah! Billy, stop this! We can’t!” Billy pushed his face into her pussy and penetrated her with his tongue. He started to eat her out for good. “Aaaaah. Shiiiiit. Aaaaaaaah. No. No. No. This is so… Aaaaaaah. So fucking gooood. No! This is so wrong. I am your mother and you are my son. This is incest. We can’t do this. I forbid you to continue. Aaaaaaah. Jesus. Aaaaaah. This is wrong. It does feel fucking good, I admit, but this is still wrong. Oh shit. God, this feels good. Aaaaaaaaaaah.”

Mary was about to give in, but she shook her head violently and regained some of her senses. She had to stop her son from making her come. She knew that if she was going to have an orgasm, and she was if things were to go on as they did right now, she was going to abandon herself to lust.

The problem lied in stopping her horny son. He obviously was not going to cease his oral pleasuring no matter how forcefully she pleaded or commanded. Getting away was impossible. He was holding her in a gently, but very strong grip. Due to her position, she was unable to push him away because she needed her hands to support herself. If she were to remove her hands, her upper body would fall in the water and she would start drowning.

Fortunately, karkamış escort bayan her legs were free and in position to strike. She lifted them and grabbed Billy’s head between her thighs. She squeezed tight, which did restrict the young man’s freedom of movement, but incredibly, his tongue kept on licking and fucking her just as it did before, if not even more enthusiastically. Mary had to grudgingly give her son credit for his tenacity and adeptness.

After a moment of fruitless squeezing, she had to give up. Her legs, however, remained on Billy’s shoulders with her feet resting comfortably on his muscular back.

Billy licked his mother’s clitoris few times and then bit on it. Mary screamed like a mad woman. She knew that her orgasm was now imminent. But through miraculous application of willpower, she managed to think clearly even as her body started to experience the first preorgasmic shivers.

She switched all her balance onto one arm, which allowed her to move the other one without falling, and put her hand on Billy’s head. She pushed, but it was like pushing a rock. It was futile. She finally accepted that there was no escape. She closed her eyes, relaxed and started to lovingly run her fingers though her son’s hair. If she was going to come, she might as well enjoy it.

“Fuck Billy. You little motherfucker. Aaaaaaah. You’re going to make your own mother come. Aaaaaaah. You have no shame you horny stud. Here it comes. Here… Aaaaaaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkkk! Oh Gooooooooooooooood!”

Billy continued to suck, lick and tongue fuck his mother thorough her climax. When her vaginal juices erupted from her orgasming cunt like water pushed out from a geyser, he swallowed them with hunger and pleasure.

Eventually, Mary’s orgasm subsided and she calmed down enough to look at her son with clarity. Her orgasm was over, but her hunger for sex remained. She desperately needed and wanted more sex. Whatever objections she previously had about getting fucked by her son, they were now swallowed by an avalanche of lust.

She wiggled her toes playfully and smiled mischievously. “That was wonderful, young man. But you see, mommy needs to get scratched on the inside, and I believe that you happen to have a specialized tool between your legs that could scratch mommy really good.”

“I want to use your feeding organs to masturbate,” Billy said in a voice of someone commenting about the weather.

Mary was pleasantly surprised to hear him talk. The last time they fucked he was as talkative as a rock, and just as hard. But what surprised her more was his incomprehensible request.

“I don’t understand.”

Billy came closer, with her legs still resting on his shoulders. He reached out with his arm and grabbed one of her big breasts. It was too big to squeeze entirely in his palm. His touch sent very pleasurable impulses from her hard nipple to the horny brain.

“Your breasts. I want to put my special tool between them and push it in and push it out until I ejaculate.

Mary laughed. “You want to tit fuck me, you little devil. Ok. Sit here and mommy will take care of her baby.”

Billy removed her legs and sat on the edge of the bathtub. Mary finally got a chance to see his dick. It was just as beautiful as she remembered from their last tryst. His ten inch tall tower pointed at the ceiling and throbbed happily like a dog wagging his tail.

Mary couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of this beautiful meat. She licked her lips. Billy wanted to use it on, or rather between, her breasts, but she believed that her mouth would give them both more pleasure.

She shyly took her son’s penis in her hand and slowly started to stroke him. Her strokes were loving and gentle. As her hand picked up speed, she started to lustfully lick her lips.

“Baby, I need to lubricate your penis so that it slides nicely and smoothly between mommy’s breasts. I need to lick and suck on it a little bit. Ok? Mommy is only going to suck your dick for a moment and then she will let you fuck her titties until you come and shoot your load all over mommy’s face. Ok baby?”

To be honest, there was no need to lubricate Billy’s tower. His penis was wet, and so were Mary’s breasts; they were both in ideal condition for tit fucking. But Mary had to find some excuse to satisfy her urge to suck on that beautiful shaft.

Billy said nothing. Since he didn’t refuse, Mary interpreted it as consent and swallowed his large head in her mouth. Usually, she would start with licking and gentle kisses, but her craving for cock flesh was too strong to resist. She started to suck with hunger right away.

She took him inside her mouth and felt him throbbing on her tongue. It felt so erotic that it blew her mouth. Her mouth began to enthusiastically slide up and down along the upper part of Billy’s cock while her hand did the same on his lower kilis escort bayan part. Her other hand decided to pay a friendly visit to Billy’s balls. Her fingers started to furiously, but with gentleness that only a mother can show, fondle his large nuts. They were firm and full. Mary could hardly wait to get a taste of the semen stored inside them. And once her mouth was going to stop draining her son’s balls, she had another hole that hungrily demanded to be visited by this young stallion’s cock.

The blowjob was becoming more and more animalistic. She raised her eyes and saw Billy staring at her with a dumb expression on his face.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby. You’re going to fuck my tits in just a moment. I only want to make sure that you are well lubricated.”

“Less talk, more cock sucking, mother,” Billy answered.

Not that Mary needed any encouragement. She immediately resumed her oral work and sucked him like a mad woman. With this kind of loving, motherly attention, it was going to not going to take the young man long to unload his seed.

“Mother, I am about to ejaculate. Will you swallow my sperm?”

“Baby, you don’t even have to ask.”

Mary stopped sucking and took his meat in both hands. Using her two small hands, she started to furiously jerk off his piston as if her life depended on making her baby cum.

A large droplet of precum formed at the tip of the massive head. Mary picked it up with her tongue and allowed it to roll from one corner of her mouth to another. She savored the flavor with delight. She knew that soon she was going to taste more – a lot more.

“Yes my love. I’m going to take you in my mouth and drink every single drop of your cum because I’m a whore for your cum. But please, cum already. Do you hear me you incestuous, mother fucking stallion? Shoot your goddamn load. Mommy’s mouth can’t wait much longer to taste you.” Her voice was becoming hysterical.

Her mouth did not have to wait for long. Her dirty talk, combined with her two hands busily masturbating the young man, caused Billy to erupt. The first load hit her lips. The cum starved MILF happily licked it clean and opened her mouth just in time to intercept the second load. She brought her mouth down on the ejaculating dick head and teased it with her tongue while her son continued shooting. And shooting he did – like a machine gun. His hot, youthful cum was being shot out and flooded into his mom’s mouth. Mary swallowed as much as she could, but at some point she started choking and had to pull her head away. The last few loads landed on her face and neck as a result, but she didn’t mind. She simply scooped them all with her fingers and brought the sticky, salty penis milk to her mouth. It tasted too good to be wasted.

Billy was watching her with a dumb expression on his face. “Mother, I want to fuck your tits.”

“Yes baby, but don’t you think that my mouth is better? In fact, forget my mouth. I have another hole for you to try. It is just as wet as the previous one, and much hotter.”

Mary touched his penis with a finger and pushed it. The giant meat pole was steel hard despite having ejaculated a bucketful of cum just seconds ago. The action of her finger caused it to bounce forward and backwards while throbbing like an angry animal. Mary couldn’t help but grin.

“What do you say baby? Should we try the other hole?”

“No, I want to fuck your tits mother.”

Billy grabbed his mom by her arms and lifted her. Mary got scared. “What are you doing?” She struggled to control her voice and hide her fear. “I’m your mother Billy. Try to be gentle.”

Her pleadings were completely ignored. Billy placed her upper body on the bathtub’s edge and moved closer. Her hips ended up between his muscular legs and his massive piston was now happily throbbing few inches above her chest.

Billy grabbed her huge jugs and started to play with them. His hands were rough, but at the same time delicate and admiring. Mary was pleasantly surprised to discover that her tits and their large, dark, super hard nipples loved the treatment Billy was giving them. All traces of fear evaporated from her mind.

“What are your intentions sweetie?” she asked lovingly and with a big smile on her face, although she knew very well what he was planning.

His intentions became all too clear when he placed his hungry meat between her big, round mountains and closed them around his ten inch sausage, thus creating a fuck tunnel. He started to push his dick forward and backward. Mary’s melons were wet and slippery, which made them ideal for tit fucking.

“Mmmmm. You little devil. When you want something, you just have to have it. Very well. Fuck my tits all you want, but mommy expects some sort of reward afterwards.”

Billy did as asked and fucked his mother’s breasts for all it was worth. As his thrusts became deeper and more frantic, his huge cock head started popping out further and further outside Mary’s cleavage. Eventually, she was able to lick his penis as it emerged by lowering her head.

Even with the virility of an eighteen year old stud and the fact that he just came moments ago, there was no way for Billy to withstand this kind of treatment for too long. Mary felt his member swelling through her tit flesh. She grinned in anticipation of another cum feast.

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It was to be a beautiful long weekend George had booked the tickets, the train and the bridal suite at a top Paris hotel. Meeting him under the big clock at Victoria seemed the perfect place, a place where lovers meet, usually first timers, so no one knows how many romances have blossomed from this point.

I hope ours might, time talking on the phone and the Internet were all behind me now. My weekend case full to the brim with clothing and lingerie sets that were all bought to impress rather than for my comfort. My hair, my nails and even my face had been pampered into some sort of shape so that I looked my best for him.

My train arrived on time and my stomach had that twisted feeling as I saw the big clock, walking up to it I hear George’s deep tones, “Pat, Pat,” and a newspaper above the crowd waving to draw my attention. “What would he look like in real life,” I was wondering… “should I be here?” Things like that were flashing through my mind as our eyes met for the first time, and I caught my breath in excitement as George held out his arms to welcome me. As if we were old lovers, and the world around us didn’t exist he took my heavy case from me and wrapped his arms around me. Onlookers must have gasped as for fully sixty seconds George kissed and hugged all of my air from my body leaving me gasping for breath. Almost wobbling he let go of me, holding my hands as his eyes traced every inch of me as if I were being eyed up for something more than a weekend in Paris.

“Your wonderful Pat,” George said, in such a high voice that it left me slightly embarrassed knowing we must surely have had a large audience by now.

Sure we did as well as eyes from all around stared at us, and not rejecting his advances, but somehow trying to pour cold water on him I butted in to tell him my throat was dry as the buffet car was out on the train. “I can soon remedy that Pat.” George whispered now in a cheeky way, pushing him half away at this point I thought it time I took control of this situation. Holding his arm I pulled him over to the bistro to get my dry mouth lubricated the proper way.

Was time we boarded our train, we were to be in Paris in under two hours. A champagne lunch on there and a lot of talking between us soon had us the closest of friends as we were pulling into the centre of Paris. With our baggage collected by a very handsome hunk of a porter, his voice was barely legible under his strong Parisian accent. Something that always melted my insides, even though he was only talking about how busy he was, he could easily have been offering to take me to bed with him. Although I could understand him quite well, I was saying “Oui” to every question he was asking….

Sitting in the cab and squeezing George’s muscular arms tightly, still thinking of my baggage handler, George wasn’t at all amused as, with a sigh I whispered to him…”MMmmm George, what a sexy hunk of a man he was .” He knew I wasn’t talking about him neither.

Paris, a city for love, everywhere looked so fresh and clean. Everyone I looked at out of the cab’s window seemed to stare at us and love was on his or her minds. Even a friendly gendarme in the middle of the road gave me a smile that almost said he wanted to take me into custody.

The taxi pulled up at our hotel, I think George was relieved to get me to the hotel and away from the prying eyes and pushing an unknown quantity of euros into the drivers hand our luggage was quickly taken into the hotel by the doorman. This time he was a weed of a boy and I remember George looking relieved at such an ugly specimen of a man. The hotel was all that it said it was, spacious and with lots of little dining nooks and crannies especially made for intimate occasions and … Lovers. I knew I was going to enjoy this weekend, my date was lovely, the atmosphere also, and Paris… what more can I say. Walking over to the old fashioned wooden lift a beautiful woman, not often I say that, but she breezed past us. Looking very business like in her dress, but although in her forties with her long dark hair and her perfume flaunted past us, slowing to gaze. George thought it was for his benefit, but her grey eyes pierced mine and a shiver ran down my spine as I caught my breath knowing that look was aimed directly at me.

Asking whether we wanted a drink at the bar was a nice thought, but George had different ideas though and wanted to try the bed out or something, so we followed the porter to our room and more euros for him, at last…. We were alone. “Shower” I screamed and a little embarrassed went into the shower to nose around. MMMmm, I thought, we can have some fun in here, looking at the Jacuzzi and elaborate shower with all it’s gold fitting’s and a maze of greenery and flowers that made my perfume all of a sudden smell cheap.

Being careful to keep my hair from getting wet I stood under the pulsing jets and washed myself down, knowing that my ‘private’ parts were going to be well cared for that night by George. I felt for a disposable razor on the side and gave my already shaved groin area that extra special trim for my lover.

Finished and drying off, I gave George a call, and another, in came a sleepy eyed George, “You been asleep Gaziantep Escort İlanları George” I ask? “Well I was still at work…” looking at his watch,” twelve hours ago Pat and it has been a long day.” Come and have a shower honey, will see whether I can wake you up.”

Still sluggishly, George undresses, and with the shower still running he gets into it, that seems to make some difference, at least it wakes him up somewhat. Although dried off, I am feeling decidedly horny and having seen photos and talked to that hunk in the shower a lot I thought… I need to see than thing hanging between his legs the way he showed me it over the net. So feeling very forward I decided to ‘go for it’, and asked George whether I could help him out.. “Please do Pat,” came George’s reply. His placid manhood, covered in soap suds looked so inviting as I entered the shower and with my black glossed nails running over his foaming body I feel his manhood expand almost instantly into a thing of beauty as our lips embrace intimately for the first time. In a frenzy almost, the hot water pulsing on our bodies and already breathless I tell George how I have yearned for this moment in my fantasies and was pleased when he echoed those words back to me.

We seemed to be fighting each other; the newness of the situation for both of us was taking over as we both tried to please each other. With my arms around George and his were exploring every inch of me. Our lips still locked together in a breathless embrace, George was trying to push me off. I was having none of it however and was suddenly pinning George’s arms to the shower wall. Although nearly 12 inches shorter he never resisted and I was soon kissing and licking at his masculine and hairy chest. Still no words are exchanged as, holding his arms still I am now bending and my lips are kissing at his white stomach below his tanned chest, with his erection pointing outwards and only inches away from my lips. In a teasing manner and with my hands still holding onto his arms, I slowly place the whole of my mouth around the hard tip and suck it deeply into me. I feel it twitch and shake as his hands jerk forward to stop me and he pushes my face from his soapy tasting manhood.

Almost in a sulk, I straighten myself up, and once again I am snuggled into his warm nape, kissing, as provocatively as I can at his lips and neck. Biting and kissing at his tanned and strong neck and ear. I exit my tongue from around and in his ear and whisper. ” I so want to suck you George, I have fantasised doing it to you since we started writing and talking to each other, please George.” I begged. “But Pat, it’s the same here love, I have wanted you all along, and now you are naked in front of me…. ” Kissing you gently on the lips to silence you, again as horny a voice as I can muster I whisper. “We have all day tomorrow and all night also, I will be all yours then, but tonight George…….” You try to butt in, but again I kiss you, and explain that you have been to work all day and this long journey… “Tomorrow.” I whisper, “tomorrow”.

Almost resigned to the fact now that Pat is going to get her way, and after a few quiet muttering’s come from him as I reach over and turn the shower off. Taking you by the hand we leave the shower cubicle and reach for two large warm fluffy towels as we begin to dry each other off, both of us making sure each others ‘important’ bits are thoroughly dry.

Deliberately placing the towels down on the marble floor in front of him we proceed to cuddle. George has lost none of his hardness as we kiss, I keep one hand firmly around his thick and hard erection massaging it’s loveliness and honestly, thinking to myself how contented I am going to be feeling in a short while.

Almost complaining, just a few words are released from his mouth as again I push him back towards the cold tiled wall and our lips part for the last time. Looking into his eyes I slowly again work downwards, each kiss on his body produces a sigh from his lips, I am suddenly on my knees, my eyes, messed up by the shower, my hair matted also, I look up to him, he is staring down at me. The hand that was holding his erection is now resting on his thigh, my other hand joins it and I am now looking up at him, his erection is quivering inches from my eager mouth, all the time our eyes are locked together as I slowly search for his tip. A quick kiss on the end and although just out of the shower I can sense the saltiness from it…. “I love you George” I say as my mouth takes all of him into my mouth I opened my mouth and take him as deeply into my mouth as I could. George really filled my mouth up! Being by no means an expert on this art, I suck him in deeply a couple of times and let my muscles relax as I let him come out of me. Already he is glistening in my saliva, as still, our eyes haven’t left each other’s. Forgetting to breath, I breathlessly, and in a worried giggle ask whether I am doing alright. A big “oohhhh” comes out of his mouth as he says I am doing just fine.

Carrying on as before, I engulf the most of his hardness I can comfortably take, holding it deep inside now I suck at it producing lots of my saliva and withdrawing again, breathless now, my saliva leaking from my mouth and his erection is now dripping in it. Excited now at this thought and hoping for a positive answer I ask him again as still my hands lie firmly planted on his thigh’s. “Was that nice lover?” “Oh Pat, you are more than I ever imagined” you say. Pleased by his remarks and although untouched, exciting him is exciting me as well, not in the same way of course, but feeling’s deep within my loins were beginning to stir. This time I try another way, always trying to please, I kiss at the tip of him and run my now soaking wet mouth down the length of him, holding it deeply there, I see by his eyes that he was enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. Wanting to know I slowly withdraw, and again, my mouth now soaking wet, I smile up at him. Breathless now, “You liked that George, didn’t you.” “You’re an expert Pat.” He answers, “No George, it is only because it is you, and want to please only you my darling.” I answer. Taking him as before, and feeling his body respond so nicely to me.

Increasing this, I am beginning to like it, still haven’t learnt the art of breathing while he is filling my mouth and every stoppage for air seems to bring a sigh of relief from him. “I want to fuck you Pat.” He mumbles. “Please no George,” I beg, “you have no idea how good I feel George! I say. Resigned at last to it, he mumbles something under his breath and watches as I continue. “Is that nice,” I say again breathlessly? “MMmmm Pat, I wish…..” I fill my mouth again to shut him up and although I wanted this to last for ever I realised I over stepped the mark and did one long suck to many as George started to tighten his body, and although we were looking at each other all the while, suddenly George turned his face skywards and moments later, I was given the choice and I closed my lips deep around him and felt a first almighty explosion within him and his come filled my mouth so quickly, that although a lovely feeling I was at a lost as to how to swallow his love juice so readily. Had to do it and I know he watched in utter delight as he saw my throat muscles swallowing his lovely semen.

” Oh love you will never know how good that felt,” an out of breath George said. I tried to clean him with my mouth, but hopelessly let him down and with his come seeping from him and covering his now semi hard useless thing I looked up to him and with a grin probably filling my face told him that it was so good for me too.

I took hold of a handful of tissue paper to clean him off, think I had taken all I could manage. My mouth and throat was filled with his taste. Being the first guy I had ever done such a thing to, I felt so good in myself knowing it was George that was my first.

I knelt between his open legs for what seemed ages, his once mighty erection, now something that had lost its size and hardness. “Did I please you love?” I ask. “MMmmm Pat that was so lovely, but I so much wanted to please you tonight, now it seems you have sapped the little energy I had left and am feeling very tired now.” Sleepishly you answer. “That’s OK love, me too, and I have had what my doctor ordered, so lets have an early night and lets see what tomorrow brings..”

Wanting to taste George all night in my mouth, we are both relatively clean, so we both fall onto the bed and within minutes George is breathing heavily with my arms and legs wrapped around him as we drift into a deep sleep…..

Looking up at the bedside clock it is only 9.30, and maybe George was tired, but I was suddenly wide awake and caressing his genitals were proving fruitless, only making me feel horny in expectations… This is no good, I think to myself, and slowly release my grip on him and quietly crawl out of bed.

Bored now, looking around the room in the semi dark, I had brought my silk multi coloured Caftan with me that I often wore as an evening gown when entertaining at home. So slipped that over my shoulders, had a shake of my still wet hair and together with my purse, quietly took the lift down to the ground floor and headed for the bar.

It was a shame that George’s taste had to go from my mouth, but an expensive bottle of Champagne to wash the flavour down…. Well what can be more satisfying?

The bartender for one, apart from a couple sitting in the corner of the dimly lit bar, I think I was alone and this man’s badly broken English was really something to droll over. Thinking this evening wasn’t going to be a complete waste for my oversexed imagination to ponder on after all. We were already on first names, and he bought the second bottle and we were getting on famously. Then his mood changed dramatically and he hid his full glass under the counter and proceeded to mop up the immaculately clean bar counter. At the same time I smelt ‘that’ perfume again, this time though a different person was wearing it. No, it was that same beautiful face and figure, this time showing it off in its full glory with an expensive designer dress clinging to her. A glass was poured for her at the bar as she talked quietly to the bartender. Looking over to me and giving me a piercing smile she slowly walked over to me and in her best English said. ” Hello Madam, hope you have settled in all right.” Looking around she asked, “Where is Mister Smith?” I told her in my worst French that he was tired and I had left him in bed.

“May I join you Mrs.??” “Pat, Patricia” I answered, so she came over to me and holding my hands planted her greeting’s on both of my cheeks, “I’m Vivian, Vi though please, I am the proprietor of this establishment.” She told me in a firm but polite way. “MMMmm Champagne Patricia, I see you are here for a romantic time, are you going to take it up to your room, or drink it alone?. Champagne is for lover’s Patricia and should never be drunk alone.” She added. Looking over towards the barman she simply says “More,” and another bottle and glass is brought over to us.

We talked for hours, or so it seemed, the Champagne, occasion and the long day had taken its toll on me. Although prompted by a very intelligent person the conversation had started reasonably enough but somewhere along the line I had leant her life story and I was just finishing mine and telling Vi why George was to tired to have joined me.

About this time Vi begged to be excused and was gone a few minutes, in the mean time a group of loud tourist’s had entered the tranquil bar, breaking all the intimacy that Vi and I had developed. Coming back and looking down at this group Vi held out her hand to me, taking it she pulled me from the stall and led me through this maize of alleyways until it opened up to a very intimate dining room. The tables had been dressed with small tit bits and a fridge, once opened had a half a dozen bottles of Champagne in it.

“We can talk here Patricia, without any fear of being disturbed.” I looked around at the seating and picked a deep and comfortable settee to sit in, and doing so almost sunk into it as Vi, opening a new bottle and handing me a glass sat down by the side of me. “So, where were we Patricia?” Vi asked, sipping on her Champagne. “Pat, call me Pat, only mother calls me Patricia.” I said while trying to think of where we had got up to in my life story. “You were just about to tell me why George wasn’t with you tonight.” Vi said with a worried look on her face. Another sip of our Champagne, I started to giggle, it was probably the Champagne beginning to talk, but I looked into Vi’s inquisitive eyes and said, “truth?”. “Truth.” Vi quipped back. Well my ‘husband’, only met him earlier today at Victoria Station in England, and I have left him in bed asleep because I gave him some oral sex earlier and it has tired him out.” Expecting roars of laughter, I think it took time for Vi to translate my sentence, but although delayed her face soon lit up and laughing out loud suddenly stopped and placing her hand on my knee suddenly went serious. Squeezing now, and thinking she suddenly asked, “so George has got off and fell asleep on you, leaving you frustrated and hot.” “Well not at all Vi, it was my idea, something I had never done before and being in this sexy city, well… I just got the urge.” I said, almost apologetic, trying to stick up for my lover.

Aware now of Vi’s hand, not complaining mind you, but knowing now it wasn’t put there innocently and trying to adjust my seating proved futile as Vi’s hand suddenly went to my matted hair and taking some in her hands leaned over towards me.

“You say Paris is a city for love Patricia, let me show you what real love is.” Coming closer now, her perfume suddenly over powering me as our lips meet. Gently and I feel my face over heat, but surprised by her actions I turn my face away from her advances. Almost shocked, Vi, knowing she has hurt me is full of remorse for me and holding my hands is tongue tied as to how to say sorry.

“Not to worry Vi, it was just a bit sudden that’s all, was a lovely compliment from you and I am flattered. I quickly butt in to ease the situation. “I am so sorry Patricia,” ” Pat!” Sorry Pat,” she says, “but I must have got the wrong signals from you and thought… Here have something to eat.” Quickly changing the subject.

Lying in this deep settee, one hand around my Champagne glass, I was suddenly being fed by Vivian. This felt more intimate, more personal than the kiss she had delivered moment’s earlier and suddenly I had her finger in my mouth and her face only inches from mine.

“OH Pat” Vivian whispered, “let me try again.” This time I closed my eyes and lifting my head, pouted my lips in submission to her and my mouth opened to welcome her exploring tongue into me. This feeling was something else, something I hadn’t experienced before. My already over heated face was suddenly at boiling point as Viviane slowly kissed me and with the taste of her lipstick and perfume wasn’t being allowed to take her lips from me. But somehow managed to take the glass from my hand and put it on the table as her hands then caressed every inch of my body over my Silky Caftan. The only time our lips parted was when she had my boobs clinging at the material and my protruding nipples were easy prey for her as she sucked them through the material. “Oh god Vi.” Was all I could murmur. Stopping to answer me Vi asked if that was nice, “Oh yes, oh yes,” I answered. Moving to my lips again she was now whispering in her strong French accent that she would please me better than any man ever could. I know I felt my insides were on fire and wanting so much to experience her I uncrossed my legs as a sign that I was all hers.

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I stood in front of the mirror and I had to admit I didn’t look too bad for a forty-four year old woman. My frizzy, kinky black hair hung just below my shoulders and I wore a simple gold chain around my neck, a shiny contrast against my skin and a stark polarity with my dark eyes. The V-neck of my silky red dress pointed to the cleavage between my breasts, which aren’t huge but large enough to get a look or two, and the only makeup I wore was a bit of lipstick to match the dress.

I’d kept myself in good shape the last few years since my divorce and people often think I’m eight or ten years younger. I’m about five-seven, thin with a nice rump to go along with my tits, and the dress clung to my curves. I was getting ready to go to a New Year’s Eve party at a house three doors down the street. It had been a tradition on our block for many years and the tradition had continued even as children grew up and families moved away. My ex-husband and I hosted the party in our house a few years ago before our divorce. I don’t know as many people in the neighborhood as I used to so the parties are a good way to keep in touch and meet new people. I’d be going to the party alone as I had been since my divorce. I’d had a few relationships since then, but nothing serious or long-term. I enjoyed my freedom after so many years of marriage, much of which was not so great.

My name is Danielle, my friends call me Dani. I live alone in the same old house and my two children are grown and gone. My son Greg is twenty-four and is in the Navy stationed two thousand miles away, so I don’t see him much these days; I just get emails and the occasional phone call. My daughter Jessica is twenty-two and is married to a cop; they live about an hour away and we see each other on holidays and birthdays.

I made one final series of poses before the mirror, turning this way and that and decided I was ready for presentation. It was about ten p.m. and time to go. I usually would go a little after ten and then leave shortly after midnight. Long enough but not too long.

I walked down the street to the party at the Fullers’ house. The Fullers, Bob and Jean, were a wonderful couple, very active and one of the oldest families on the block. Their kids were all in their thirties and this was at least the third time they had hosted the party that I could remember. They greeted me instantly when I entered and made me feel welcome as always. Holiday music was playing, the house was still decorated and the Christmas tree in the corner reached all the way up to the nine foot ceiling. Bob handed me a glass of white wine and I began chatting with a few neighbors I knew, and then was introduced to a new couple that had moved in a few months before. But I won’t dwell on that part of the evening because it doesn’t really relate to the story I want to tell.

I’d been at the party almost an hour when I heard a male voice call out to me. “Hey, Miss Dani!” he said. I looked in the direction of the kitchen and walking toward me was a young, familiar face, although I hadn’t seen him for a few years.

“Jackie?” I asked. “Is that you?”

A big grin spread across his handsome face. Jackie’s family had lived across the street from us until his parents separated and divorced when he was fifteen or sixteen. His father had always been kind of an ass but Jackie was always a sharp and witty kid and he was close to my kids when they were younger. His mother and I had been very close up until she later remarried and moved away once Jackie graduated high school.

“Yes. Well, it’s Jack nowadays,” he said with a smile, as we hugged.

I laughed and said, “Okay, Jack.”

Jack was about five-eleven with medium-length blond hair, baby-blue eyes and a couple days of sandy fuzz on his strong chin and face. He was broad-shouldered with long sinewy arms, but the rest of his body was thin and wiry. He always was athletic and played soccer and baseball in high school. He wore blue jeans and a red casual shirt with the collar unbuttoned. He had a thin gold chain around his neck as well.

“So what are you doing here?” I asked. “I thought you moved away and would never come back to this place.” When he had left after high school it was to attend the state university about three hours away.

“I’m visiting a buddy for a few days. I visited my Mom in Florida for Christmas, and then I came up here. The school’s closed over the holidays and I go back the week after next. I saw Mr. Fuller in the library and he invited me. So here I am.”

“Really….where’s you’re buddy?”

“He had some big date planned with his girlfriend.”

“So you came to party with the old folks?”

“Yeah, I thought it might be fun to see who was still around. Plus I didn’t want to be driving around too much on New Year’s Eve. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I do, and I think that’s smart of you. When the neighborhood started throwing these parties years ago it was to give everybody somewhere to Gaziantep Escort Reklamları go without having to go anywhere.”

I looked at Jack’s eyes and they were a bit bloodshot so I knew it was a good decision on his part, although he seemed okay to me. I sipped the last of the wine from my glass and he took it from me. He returned in a moment with two glasses.

“A toast,” he said, “to Miss Dani, always the hottest mom in the neighborhood.”

I blushed, a bit surprised and flattered by his comment, but I drank. “Okay, cut him off,” I said, “He must be drunk.”

We laughed to ourselves and for the next half hour continued to talk and reminisce about the old days in the neighborhood. I found I was very relaxed with him and was enjoying our conversations and recollections much more than mingling with the older folks. When we had about finished our wine he surprised me again.

“Want to get high?” he asked me.

“What? Jack, are you kidding? Behave yourself. It’s been years since I did that kind of stuff. I don’t think the Fullers would appreciate us lighting up in their house.”

“What the hell, it’s New Year’s Eve,” he said, pulling a joint out of his shirt pocket. “We’re not driving, so come on.”

I just laughed at him. He grinned wide and said, “Look, I’m slipping out the back. In a minute pretend like you’re going to the bathroom and then go out back and I’ll wait for you behind the tool shed. It’s nice and secluded back there. See you in a minute.” Then he was gone.

I shook my head and knew I probably shouldn’t. But I also knew I would.

When he saw me walking toward the shed he lit it up. He took a deep hit and when I got to him he handed it to me and I did the same. We traded back and forth a couple times without saying anything. I was the first to speak.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.

“Feels good though, doesn’t it?” he said.

I had to admit it did.

“Remember that time you had the New Year’s Party at your house? When was that, six, seven years ago?” he asked.

I remembered it well. At a little after midnight I had gone upstairs to check on the kids and found Jackie and my daughter in the middle of something naughty.

“Oh, I remember it all right. I remember going upstairs to check on you kids and saw you with your favorite body part in my daughter’s mouth!”

“Ah shit, you knew about that?” he exclaimed, sounding embarrassed in the dark. “Jessie never told me you knew.”

“I spoke to her about it. I knew you were both pretty good kids so I tried not to overreact.”

“What happened was Jessie asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said a blowjob, you know, just kidding around. But she said okay so I just went along with it.”

“Can’t blame you there, I guess,” I said, inhaling deep. “That’s right, I forgot. Your birthday is…”

“Tomorrow,” he interrupted. “January first.” He looked at his watch which glowed in the dark. “In about twenty minutes I’ll turn twenty-one. A consenting adult!”

“Oh shit, we better get back in there,” I said. We both took a couple quick hits and finished the joint.

“So, do I get a new year’s kiss at twelve o’clock?” he asked.

“Ya never know,” I said. We then walked to separate doors to reenter the house.

Back in the house we kept our distance for a few minutes. I got another glass of wine although I didn’t really need it. Just before twelve the countdown started, then the ball dropped and ‘Auld Lang Syne’ filled the speakers. Everybody started giving out kisses and before long Jack headed for me. I had to be careful here.

Jack marched up to me, said ‘Happy New Year’ and pressed his lips to mine. As I expected his lips parted and here came his tongue. My lips were slightly parted but I stopped his tongue with my teeth.

“Whoa, down boy,” I said, gently pushing him back. “You want to start a scandal? All these busybodies in here tonight, we don’t want to give them anything to talk about.”

“Sorry, Miss Dani, I just…”

“Call me Dani.”

“Okay, sorry Dani. I just always thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” He reached back into his pocket and pulled out another joint. He held it so only I could see it and with a sheepish grin said, “Wanna go out back again?”

I smiled and shook my head. As I was looking around I said, “Do you have a car?” He said that he did. “Okay, look. I’m going to say my goodbyes and leave. In about a half hour you leave and drive away. Park your car a couple blocks over and walk to my house. The porch light will be out but knock on the door and I’ll let you in you’ll get your kiss then. And bring that with you.” I squeezed his hand and left him standing there.

Back in my house, I went back to my bedroom and stood before the mirror. I debated whether to keep the red dress on because it did look fine, but decided against it. I took it off and hung it up and stripped naked. In the bathroom I shaved and cleaned myself really well; I wanted to be ready for anything with the birthday boy. Then I reapplied my red lipstick, which if the kid showed up would be transferred to his lips and perhaps other parts of his body. I put on a dark pink satin robe which came down to just above my knees and fit snugly, showing off my body even better than the dress. I combed my hair but with my curls there’s only so much I could do.

I went down to the kitchen and poured two glasses of wine and then took them into the living room and put them on the coffee table. I also brought a small saucer since there are no ashtrays in my house. I turned on the stereo and tuned to an easy jazz station that was playing non-stop music all night, and then I sat back on the sofa and sipped my wine. I felt truly loose and relaxed, partly because of the wine and weed but also because of what I hoped was about to come. It had been a while, and I guess I was horny and I was going to let things happen. It wasn’t long before I heard a light tapping at the door.

I let him in and closed the door quickly behind him and locked it.

“Happy New Year, Dani,” he said.

“Happy Birthday, Jack,” I replied.

“You look really great!”

“Thanks,” I said. “I poured some wine. Come sit on the sofa with me. We sat down and I picked up the glasses and handed one to Jack at my left. “I’d like to make a toast to the New Year’s kiss you are going to be getting soon.” We clinked our glasses and drank. “And to the birthday kiss after that!” I added and we drank again.

Jack lit up the joint and we traded tokes. I was getting happily buzzed. I turned halfway toward him as we smoked and sipped our wine. He told me about college and how he’d be staying in the area until a week from Sunday when he would head back to school. It was now Thursday January first so he’d be leaving on the eleventh.

When the joint was done Jack put it on the saucer and I took a sip of wine. Then I said, “So Jack, are you ready for your New Year’s kiss?”

He nodded and I scooted close to him and moved my head toward his. He leaned into me and I gripped the back of his head with my right hand and pulled him to me. Our lips met and I plunged my tongue into his young mouth. He sucked me into him; our tongues did a spongy dance, exploring. He put his arms around me and pulled me tight, his left hand moving to my right breast as our mouths fucked. Maybe it was his age, maybe it was my need, but it was electric and goose pimples covered my arms, a sexier kiss I never had. It was soft and deep. After a long time we parted. His hand stayed on my breast for a second or two and then he lowered it to my hip and kept it there.

I turned a little more to my left and scooted closer still. My right hand was still behind his head. I said, “Now for your birthday kiss,” and pulled him close again with both hands. This kiss was hard and forceful. I pressed my body to his and mashed my breasts into his chest. My tongue was halfway down his throat, both his hands were wrapped in my hair and massaging my scalp. This kiss, like the first one, went on and on. The fierceness of it began to subside, became gentler, and as it did I slowly moved my hand down his body, to his shoulder, to his chest, to his side, and then finally between his legs where I felt his hardness. Even through the thick denim I could feel that he was large.

We parted our lips and I looked him in the eye. With my hand on his member I asked, “Are you ready for your birthday present, Jack?” He nodded and I started massaging him. “No one can ever find out about this, of course. You know how people gossip around here. They’d have a field day with it.” He said he’s a consenting adult and it was our secret.

I moved the coffee table over and knelt in front of him. I unhooked and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his ass and I pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. I couldn’t believe the size of the piece of meat he’d been hiding in his pants!

“Jesus Christ, Jack!” I blurted, “Look at the size of that thing!” He giggled and my wide-open eyes must have looked like saucers. I looked at his cock as it rested on his body pointing toward his chest, completely hiding his navel. It was the largest cock I’d seen and fat too. “How long is that fucking thing?” I asked.

“Eight and a half inches,” he said. “An old girlfriend measured it.”

“Well, damn boy, it looks like we’re both getting a present tonight!”

I moved in close between his legs and slid my hands under his butt. I kissed his balls and took them gently into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the long shaft. I rose up higher on my knees so I could put my mouth around his gorgeous circumcised cock. Jack was moving it subtly deeper into my mouth but I was taking it slow. I had deep-throated guys before but none were packing heat like this. I sucked him and rocked my head up and down, taking in a little more with each move, his hands again immersed in my curls. He let out with a loud groan as I inserted my whole index finger into his ass in one quick thrust. We continued our lusty three-way rhythm, my mouth, his cock and my finger. I took more and more of his rod into my throat, six inches, six and a half inches, seven inches, as I continued to finger-fuck his asshole.

I felt his cock swell in my mouth so I knew he was about to blow. I backed off so that I just had a couple inches in my mouth but I increased the speed of my finger. He moaned louder, he moaned faster, “Fuck I’m gonna come,” he hissed loudly. I rammed my finger in as far and as hard as I could and squeezed his ass cheek with my other hand. With a raucous grunt he started to come and my lips gripped his shaft with a cushioned strength and held on through seven or eight violent spasms as he emptied his hot, oily load into my mouth. When he stopped quaking and I was pretty sure he was done I took my mouth away and moved up onto him and with a mouthful of his cum I kissed him with open lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. We kissed deep, our tongues skiing on a slippery slope, his mouth now slick with his own juice. We swallowed while still enmeshed, and only then did I pull my finger out of his ass.

I lay back on the sofa. “Phew. Happy birthday, kid,” I said. “Sorry I couldn’t take it all in. I tried.”

“You kidding? That was fucking unbelievable! You are fucking unbelievable! And you did take most of it, all but an inch maybe, I was watching. More than anybody else ever did, anyway, and what a fucking turn-on watching you. And if I hadn’t started to come I bet you would have gotten it all. You wore me out.”

I leaned forward and took a sip of wine and then turned to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. I started unbuttoning his shirt and said, “Let’s get this thing off of you. No man should have to eat pussy with his shirt on.”

He flung his shirt on a chair and yanked off his pants which were still at his ankles. He stood before me and bent down to kiss me, our tongues doing a quick pirouette. I opened my robe and with his red lips he worked his way southward over my naked body, pausing to kiss and lick and nibble and suck my nipples, then he traced his tongue over my tummy as he lowered himself onto his knees before me. He reached over and grabbed a pillow from the end of the couch.

“Lift up,” he said softly, and I raised my ass. He slid the cushion under me to give himself total access. I was already sopping wet.

He placed his hands on my sides just below my hips. He kissed my left thigh for a moment, then the right. His face moved close to my crotch. I felt his warm breath on my clit. His tongue licked my lips and toyed with the rim of my ass. I let out with a yelp when his tongue dove into my asshole, deep and brief. He inserted his tongue again and I whimpered helplessly as he wiggled it around and gently sucked for a few seconds before pulling out. I thought to myself, this kid is okay. He eats his own cum and now he’s tonguing my ass.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Oh yes, Jack,” I wailed. “Eat my ass, boy. Suck my wet cunt. Eat me.”

He had no sooner slipped his tongue back up my ass when I came in a seismic rush, my fluids gushing into his face, my body spasms uncontrolled.

“Oh my God,” I said as I shook.

Jack moved his mouth to my pussy, his strong tongue slithering in, exploring my marshy tunnel. Then his lips surrounded my swollen clit as his tongue continued its investigation. I felt his finger glide into my ass an inch, and then back out. Back in another half inch, and then back out. Again, a little deeper. He repeated the process a few times until his entire finger was inserted in my anus. I tightened my sphincter around his finger and he wiggled it in response. His tongue kept licking and he kept his lips wrapped around my hard love button. Then he began to hum.

I moaned with the vibration radiating inside me. I screeched as he hummed louder. As his tongue skated in my pussy, his finger did somersaults in my ass and his mouth serenaded my clit. I cried out in a loud voice with every word I could remember from the unabridged edition of Dani’s Dirty Dictionary. Soon I came again, soaking his mouth and face with a fluming flow of my pent-up liquor. He drank me in.

Jack came up for air and said, “You taste good.”

“Fuck me Jack. Put that big fucking cock inside me.”

“Do I need a rubber?” he asked.

“No, it’s okay,” I replied. “Give it to me, boy. Give me that beautiful cock. Let me feel your hot cum inside me. Fuck me.” I swiveled so I was lying back on the seat of the sofa and Jack mounted me. I wrapped my fingers around his huge dick and guided it into my seeping slit. I felt him push it in and felt its girth against the walls of my pussy.

His mouth came to mine as he started a slow, gentle back-and-forth movement inside me. I rocked with him and put my hands behind his neck.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he said to me. “You have no idea how many times I fantasized about fucking you.”

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This is another true story that is dear to my heart and very recent. It has a long prelude before any romance or sex but it is all important. Any and all comments or critique are welcome and cherished. I love to chat or email with readers so go for it.

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With her mother side lined due to injury Angela stepped up to assume the supers duties around the condo complex. Today that involved greeting a new move in to see if there was anything they needed and just go down the unit check list with them.

Ms. Maxine A. Dawn stepped out of her Jeep and brought a smile to Angela’s face. Only slightly taller than she was Ms. Dawn had Angela by at least ten, maybe fifteen pounds of toned muscle. Her application showed she was current in the military and newly assigned to a joint base nearby. Angela couldn’t help but take in the subtle beauty of the woman.

Well groomed shoulder length brown hair framed her face that brought to mind the Disney image of a native American Indian with a little orient mixed in. “Ms. Storm?” she asked having been told to expect Angela’s mother. “No, well yes. You would normally be meeting my mother, the super but she is not available and her duties have fallen to me, I’m Angela.”

A firm handshake while Angela stared into the woman’s almond colored eyes. “My stuff should be here in about a half hour. You can call me Maxine, or Max either is fine.” The two entered the one bedroom unit and proceeded to go over the check list while Angela studied Max’s figure and movements. Every chance she got she complimented her, “Oh you’re in such great shape, and I love your hair.” But each and every time it seemed to bounce off her target. Finished they said good bye with another hand shake that Angela tried to make linger as long as possible while biting her lower lip, eyes locked on Max’s.

For the next two days Angela waved and smiled if she spotted Maxine and each time it was returned but that was all until the very early hours of the third morning. Angela loved to run and often was up before dawn and running her one mile loop. On this day she found Max doing warm up stretches on the bumper of her Jeep as she walked towards home cooling down. “Good morning max; enjoy your run.” But Angela was pleasantly surprised to hear her name called stopping her. “Angela I’m glad I caught you, saves me calling later. You mentioned doing odd jobs and babysitting when we met the other day. Any chance you would be interested in unpacking my place for me? I have to stay on base the entire weekend into Monday and don’t want to come home to boxes and no comforts.” Angela stared for a few seconds taking in the older woman’s figure in her tight running clothes. “I would be thrilled to help a gorgeous woman in her time of need.” Angela instantly regretted her words when Max looked down at her feet. But she had a cute smile when she looked back up making Angela question the emotions involved. “oh thanks, you’re a life saver. I was so bummed thinking about coming home Monday and still having to unpack. Let me know what I will owe you and I will leave you a set of instructions. You are really doing me a huge favor with this.”

The following day Angela went about work that normally her mother would be handling but couldn’t. She used half her day on various issues before she entered Maxine’s place and read her note. Such nice hand writing she thought as she set it back down and glanced around. That first day she finished one room, and managed the rest the following day, always dancing to her music as she took in Max’s scent that hung on all her belongings. Once she unpacked Angela took it upon herself to decorate, placing Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort photographs of some of Max’s fellow Marines, pictures of some of the places she must have visited, pieces of art and things like that. Angela frowned not seeing anything that showed family.

Her heart filled with joy of helping a woman she was flirting with and trying to seduce Angela found some crafting supplies and made several bright flowery vines that she placed over a couple door frames. She made one wall sing that said peace in flowing letters and another that said joy. Finished she locked up and hoped her mysterious Maxine would like her efforts.

Not knowing when on Monday she would be home Angela kept her nineteen year old self busy with online school work as well as more of her mother’s duties. The day was sunny and spring like adding to her lively step when her phone chirped that it had a new text. Had anyone been nearby they would have seen how her face lit up from the text. “Angela I can’t thank you enough. I am almost in tears my place looks so good. I want to thank you personally. How about dinner tonight, say 630, as a thank you. Maxine.”

Angela’s mother knew that look when her daughter came through the living room. “Hooked another catch Angie?” Angela loved her mother much more than most. I have a dinner tonight with our new tenant whose place I unpacked and decorated.” Morgan could tell her daughter was proud of herself and didn’t want to rain on her parade but still asked the question. “Is this a date then?” Angela barely paused to answer. “Oh who knows mother, but its dinner, at her place and I am a force to be reckoned with.” Morgan watched her daughter run up the stairs and out of ear shot. “Oh I know dear, wonder if this woman knows what she has gotten herself into?”

Unsure if this was an actual date in Maxine’s mind Angela proceeded to debate what to wear. Her excitement building with each item looked at knowing if it was a date and she dressed too casual it would say she didn’t care enough to dress nice but if it wasn’t a date and she dressed too good Max may see it as too big of attempt to snare her. Hours drifted by before Angela showered and settled on her attire.

Her best fitting black jeans with a red button down blouse adorned the long haired blond teen. She chose very low black heeled boots for her feet and in keeping with her personal rules her under garments matched each other as well as matching her outfit. She decided on no makeup and her hair down. Only a hint of perfume and she was off for dinner carrying a bottle of mead.

Confident in her looks and personality Angela knocked on the door to a desirable woman in her thirties. Maxine opened the door and both stopped for a moment stunned by the other. Maxine could not believe how attractive Angela looked, even though that wasn’t why she invited her here, or was it? Angela looked at the target of her desires dressed in a light flowery sundress that further enhanced her very light olive complexion.

Angela held up the bottle and spoke first. ” I brought some mead.” This shook Maxine back to reality. “Mead, like from the days of knights and stuff?” The evening began with the two in the kitchen as food cooked, mead was drank and appreciated and the fact that neither knew if this was a date came to light.

Each had a good laugh over this, as Maxine revealed that she wasn’t into women, and had only ever been with two men. She obviously felt very embarrassed so Angela used her charm to fix the situation. “I Flirted with you because it’s just who I am. I find you very attractive and really had hoped this was a date, but don’t be upset if it isn’t. Revel in the fact we are eating good food, in good company with fine drink and have the opportunity of learning about each other. If all we come away from this evening with is a new friend is it not still a success?

The two ate and drank as they asked each other questions, told each other stories and watched each other as the hours ticked away. Angela watched a grown strong woman become a frightened child at times when certain subjects came up and were quickly moved away from. Maxine found her companion to be a warmer friendlier person than she had ever met in her life. She sat there looking at the way the blouse hugged the teens body and could feel her body betraying her as she saw how many buttons were not buttoned revealing hints of the black and red lacy beneath. No she told herself. This isn’t for you, never will be. It was a fun evening but that’s it.

Angela could feel the desire she felt for this woman being returned. She could see Max’s body react if they touched or if her eyes lingered too long on certain spots of Angela’s body. Max had said a few times other women had never crossed her mind but thanks for the compliment.

The evening ended and each moved slowly towards the door thank the other for a really lovely evening. Angela knew she had one play left and she tilted her head slightly and kissed Maxine gently on her lips, only for a second, but the spark that each felt made it seem like an eternity. Goosebumps raised, breathing changed and pulses quickened. “Well, again thanks max, I really loved the evening.” And just as she turned to grab the door handle a whispered word could be just barely heard. “Wait.”

Angela turned back and grabbed Maxine’s waist pressed her against the wall and kissed her again. This kiss was filled with yearning passion and both felt it. Maxine parted her lips as Angela’s tongue slipped inside. Heated was building as the deep passionate kiss continued and intensified because Maxine was now kissing back. Never in her life had she been kissed like this. Her pulse bordered tachycardia and her breathing increased.

Angela began steering them both toward the living room and the couch. She lifted Max from the wall and began pushing her backwards while continuing the erotic heated kiss. Once the couch was in sight Angela broke the kiss and looked deep into max’s eyes. Seeing as much passion as she felt Angela turned max away from her and wrapped her arms around the extremely tense woman. Max’s body was in overload when she felt hands at her breasts pulling her back into other breasts. But it was Angela’s lips suddenly kissing her neck that brought an audible gasp and moan from her lips.

Angela heard max moan and began sucking a little as she kissed he woman’s neck. Her hands could feel the firm breasts under the thin dress as well as the hardening nipples. She slowly slipped one of the dresses straps off her shoulder followed by the other. Max could barely stand at this point, her legs growing weak from sensations never before felt. She felt the top of her dress fall from her breasts, leaving them bare but could do nothing about it as Angela moved her kissing down to her shoulders.

Angela turned the weakening Max and kissed her lips again as she again held her waist. Slowly she lowered Max to the couch and pressed her against the back still kissing her deeply. No words had been spoken since the whispered wait but when Angela moved her lips to Max’s nipples she spoke out. “Oh my god yessssss.” Her head went back and she puffed out her chest as Angela’s wet lips and tongue brought her immense pleasure.

Angela moved back and forth licking, sucking and nipping each hard erect nipple as Max continued to moan and quiver. Angela moved back but Max’s head remained back, eyes closed and lips open. She reached and took a leg, stretching it and removing a shoe. While there she licked at each toe and between, sucking at a toe or two and bringing max new sensations. As she placed each leg back to the floor she spread them apart. Angela now kneeled between those smooth shapely legs, her hands pushing the dress up revealing more leg and finally a soaked pair of panties.

Max offered no resistance as Angela tugged at the thin cotton panties before slipping them down her legs. Her head tilted back she let the pleasures and sensations wash over her until one snapped her back to reality. Angela had begun licking around Max’s swollen and very wet pussy. Jolts of energy shot through her body bringing more and louder moans as her hands reached for Angela’s blond hair. Angela could feel Max holding on as if for dear life and her lips and tongue really began to work the juicy pussy.

Max began to orgasm as Angela sucked at the woman’s hard clit. “Oh my god Angela yes, oh yes, please don’t stop, oh fuck yes, yes, yes.” Max had just had her first orgasm caused by someone other than herself. Angela wasn’t finished yet. She continued alternating her pleasures between max’s clit and her very tasty moist pussy. She could feel her shaking as a second orgasm began so she sucked hard on her clit yet again causing Max to explode in climax this time her back arching lifting her ass from the couch and pressing her pussy hard into Angela’s face.

Angela stood looking down at the spent lady still quivering on the couch. With a little effort she helped max to her feet and her dress to the floor. Once on the bed Max looked up at her lover. She watched as Angela slowly removed her clothes finally revealing the extremely sexy bra and panties hidden beneath. Angela could see a smile appear so she swayed her body a bit as her hands moved over her hips, then her breasts, finally slipping the bra off followed by her panties.

Max managed to speak as Angela climbed into her bed with her. “Thank you baby.” “Oh sweetie, I am nowhere near done with you yet.” Angela rolled Max onto her belly before slipping her tongue along that oh so sexy ass crack, lingering at her tiny pucker hole long enough for Max to sigh, moan and quiver all at once. Angela felt so good as she began to work her warm wet tongue into that tight hole while moving a finger into an almost equally tight pussy.

Max had no idea of time or reality as Angela brought her body to yet another powerful orgasm. She lay there after feeling Angela kiss her body all over while holding her. Then she heard Angela’s first words, “Your turn sweetie.”

Angela lay back with what Max considered her awesome legs spread. She just told Max to use your tongue and lips to do what made you feel good. Max’s body was trembling as she felt Angela’s skin against hers. Felt her hands holding her head. Then her tongue and lips touched Angela’s pussy and her life changed again.

Max had tasted her own juices, but this was different, this was her giving pleasure. Hearing Angela’s moans was magic to her ears. It made her work harder, drive her tongue deeper, and suck at the clit more. Angela was shaking just like she had, moaning louder, crying out that here it comes sweetie,, get ready. Then Max felt thick hot juices spraying her in the face, filling her mouth and somehow making her try even harder. Max felt Angela pulling her up so they could kiss as both their bodies shook.

The two girls lay there in that bed holding each other naked trembling bodies kissing until both fell asleep. In the morning Angela again took control leading her new friend to a very hot, very dirty shower where each again experienced intense orgasms.

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It’s not for me,

Simon was walking to the underground from a meeting in Soho, he stopped outside a sex shop window, captivated by a stunning rubber clinging short dress, he was imagining wearing it, a young man came up beside him pushing a bicycle,

“That’s fabulous is it, it would look great on you”

“It’s not for me,” Simon mumbled going red.

“Oh, undoubtedly, well it would look great on a body like yours, can you imagine dancing in a dress like that, oh, it makes me hot, we’ll both have woodies so stiff and wet they’ll soak our trousers”,

The comments were having the desired effect; Simon went red again and could feel his cock growing harder, Soho was renowned as a Gay area and he was being propositioned, he stole a sideways look at the young man, he looked about 25 years old, clean shaven, wearing cycling shorts and a sports vest showing a toned muscular body. The man spoke again,

“I’m sure I’m not wrong, let me buy it for you and if it makes you hot you can have the dress, but you must promise me the first viewing, “.

Simon said nothing,

“Can you look after my bike for a second,”

He handed the bike to Simon and then the man went in to the shop. Simon watched him mesmerised, trying to think if he should leave, the man looked round in the shop as he talked to an assistant, Simon hesitated and then looked around, was any one watching, I better leave now he thought, he was excited yet embarrassed, he had never been propositioned before, what would happen would it lead to sex, he was sweating, what am I doing, the doubt crept in, he leant the bike against the window and stepped back and started to walk down the street,

“Don’t forget this” a voice said at his side, the young man held out a bag towards Simon. “Take it”

Simon hesitated then took hold of the bag,

“Have I won my bet,” still holding on to the bag

“No” said Simon blushing,

“Oh well, that’s a shame, can I check? How are we to check, look at me if I don’t get a cold shower, I’m going to explode.”

He moved the bag, Simon looked down, there was a large bulge in the Lycra cycling shorts and a clear outline of the head of the mans knob,

“You won” Simon stammered,

The cyclist laughed making no attempt to cover his crotch, “And look at those boots, aren’t they divine”,

He pointed to the thigh high vinyl boots with six-inch stiletto heels on the next model, Simon looked to the left, following the finger, they were very erotic, and suddenly he froze,

“I’m not wrong, you’re hot”, the man said, he had let his hand brush the front of Simon’s trousers and briefly felt his hardness.

“Don’t”

“Sorry I promise I won’t touch. Come on I need that shower.”

They walked down the street and stopped at a door between two shop fronts, the man opened it and ushered Simon in and he hesitated the man leant forward and whispered in a conspiratorial fashion,

“My name’s Tim and I promise I won’t touch, I just want to watch,”

Reassured or lulled in by this cajoling and his own desires, Simon went inside and walked up the Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort staircase, he entered a large open plan living room which had and his eyes were drawn to an attractive and private walled terrace at the back, where the sun streamed. Tim, went over to the kitchen, opened the fridge and pulled out a jug of Pimms, he gave Simon a glass,

“Here have a drink, you can get changed there while I have a shower and then I’ll be on the terrace”

He handed Simon the bag, nodding towards to a row of cupboards, Simon walked to the cupboards on autopilot unable or unwilling to stop the sequence of events, he opened a cupboard door revealing a full length mirror and began to took off his jacket and shirt still in a sort of daze. He heard the sound of splashing water and looking towards the terrace, he could see the man under the hosepipe completely naked, water splashing off his broad chest and running down his well-toned body and spouting off his penis, which was now arching away from his body. He opened the bag and found the rubber dress and some talc. Slipping off his shoes and socks, he hesitated at his belt; he glanced again to the terrace where Tim was vigorously towelling himself down. His erection was aching he was so turned on, he could feel a wet patch of precum on his trouser, there was no way he was going to stop now, he quickly removed his trousers and pants, his proud erection was stiffer than he could ever remember.

He smoothed talc over his buttocks and chest, and stepped into the dress, it was a tight fit he have to wiggle it up his body and hold down his buttocks in turn as he pulled it up, the rubber clung to him, it was like wearing electricity, he was so turned on by the taut rubber enveloping his body, that his penis was jerking upwards it was so excited. His dilemma was which way to put his penis, he knew it looked better downwards, but it was so rigid he could not lower it and the shape was clearly outlined in the rubber, he would have to think non-sexy thoughts, he began to think about his work and reaching down he held the ice cold drink against his knob, he lost enough erection to where he could pull it down clasping it between his thighs allowing him to pull the dress up over it. He pulled the dress up inserting his arms through the sleeveless top and reaching over his shoulder he pulled up the zip, looking in the mirror the dress clung to all the contours of his body, he opened his thighs releasing his cock, the foreskin-less head projecting just below the hem of the dress, he smoothed down the dress over his buttocks pushing the dress over the engorged head of his knob, hiding it from view.

Simon heard the hi-fi come on, classic soul hits, he brushed his long hair back checked himself out in the mirrors, a slight bulge at the front betrayed his state of excitement, he turned round his arse looked superb, so sexy, he looked good, he felt very apprehensive, but that just added to the erotic excitement. He started swinging his hips to the tune, lets get on with the show he thought and closing the cupboard doors, he could see the man was slumped in a large wicker armchair on the terrace, naked except for a tea towel draped over his crotch. Simon continued his dancing, he felt horny like a lap dancer, he danced over toward the terrace, the man watching him all the way, as he swung and shimmied his way over to just in front of the man. He stole glimpses at the mans face as he turning around to the music, the man was looking at him intently, looking up and down his body. Simon felt so horny, being visually caressed and admired, he felt like he was a teenager on his first date, when you know someone fancies you, it also made him feel powerful. He stroked the sides of the dress stretching it over his body, as he moved he knew the tip of his knob would peep out invitingly below the hem.

Simon turned with his back to the man, he began to bend down from the hips his bottom wiggling towards the man, he could feel the man’s eyes burning his cheeks, he turned his head to catch Tim with his head to one side looking intently between Simon’s legs at his balls. Simon stood up again and stretching his arms high above his head, he could feel his hardness coming into view below the hem of the dress and there was going to be no way to put it back under this tight dress. He slowly turned round swaying his hips, caressing slowly down the front of his dress with his hands, the tea towel was now tented up over the mans erection, the man sucked in his cheeks and let out a low growl.

Simon turned round again and bending down he pushed his erection back between his legs and crossed his legs to hold it there, he moved each leg to the music, and felt the precum damp on his thighs, then he began to stretch up and bend right down, as he did he gently pulled upwards on the dress, revealing his buttocks provocatively, knowing that his knob was now very visible, he glanced around at the mans, who he was staring at Simon’s buttocks, studying him intently, lustfully.

Then Simon turned suddenly still writhing on his legs, he put his hands down his sides smoothing the rubber down and then as the song came to a crescendo, he moved his legs part and leaned back, his penis shot up from its release, instinctively the man went to grab it

“No touching we said”

The man obediently put his hands down. Simon felt elated, like he had finished his performance, the appreciation was clear as the tea towel was standing up, they looked at each other both feeling uneasy, what to do next, Simon had never seen another erect penis in the flesh, though he had fantasised about it, the man made no move, his hands clamped on the arms of the chair. Simon could not resist the temptation, his hand gingerly move to the edge of the tea towel and he whipped it off and dropped it on the floor, there was an angry red bulging 8 inch cock and two plum sized balls and no hair. He wanted to suck them, no, he felt powerful he wanted to be sucked and to squat on this cock, he put his left knee on the arm of the chair and move forward so that the knob heads kissed, then put his other knee on the other arm and moved forward, dragging his penis slowly up the mans chest, across the nipples leaving a little glistening trail of pre-cum, he dragged it up till he reached his lips, the man opened his mouth and began to lick the end of his cock, as Simon got more excited, he thrust his cock into the mans mouth feeling the lips wrap around his erection, he began to rock forward and back gently pushing his cock into the mouth, the man gently sucked and licked his cock, Simon began thrusting more earnestly, stopping when he got too excited that he though he was going to come. He grasped the mans head to stop his sucking, then continued on at a slower pace, Simon reached down for the drink and pulled out some ice cubes, he reached round and thrust them up his anus to get some lubrication; he pulled the man’s hair to prevent himself coming to soon.

Simon then leaned back and feeling below he got hold of the mans foreskin and lowered in down, feeling the softer skin of the head, he then lowered himself on the this knob, he began to make slow up and down motions, each time getting more of the cock in, he was grunting with the effort, it was a tight fit he leaned back pulling on the mans head, trying to get him to suck him off, he was breathing hard and groaning as he impaled himself more and more,

“Touch me, ” he shouted,

The man need no encouragement, he put one hand on Simon’s cock and the other hand reached round Simon’s buttocks, Simon pulled the mans head downwards as he felt himself near to coming, the man gripped really tight on to Simon’s penis. The man was just lifting his body so the head of his penis was just going through then coming out again of his anus, the muscles seemed much more relaxed now and he felt less pain. On each upward stroke the man sucked his penis more. Simon thought he would explode, now that he was more lubricated and more excited, he could slip the penis in and out more, so he went with the rhythm, he so wanted to come so much it was hurting he began groaning loudly with every thrust and every pull, then the man tightened his muscles and stopped, Simon felt the jerk inside him as the man came, and then one final pull as the man’s hand released Simon’s cock and his mouth closed around Simon’s cock, spunk came flying out as Simon quivered and jerked with each spurt, the man let the final spurts splash all over his face.

Simon began to get his self doubt feelings, he tried to ease himself up off the man’s cock his hands, but the man held Simon just partially impaled, the man swallowed, then stretched his head and sucked and kissed the very tip of Simon’s cock,

“That was a brilliant fuck and very tasty cock, just enjoy the moment”,

The man said in between long sucking pulls on Simon’s still hard dick.

“That was first prick I’ve had up me and you’re the first man to ever touch my cock.”

“Well you obviously enjoyed it, you are a sexy bugger, I haven’t enjoyed anything like that for a long time and I would love to fuck this arse.” The man said digging his fingers in to Simon’s buttocks.

Simon luxuriated stretching his arms, running his fingers through his hair enjoying the sensations, overcoming his guilt; he had enjoyed it, that sense of power, that ability to turn on someone.

“There’s plenty of time, let’s just enjoy this moment, you were right it was for me”

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So I suppose I should start by telling you a bit about myself. My name is Fred and I’m 58 years old. I’m in pretty good shape as I’ve always been conscious about my health. I’ve been married to the same woman for over 30 years and have always remained faithful that is until the other day. This is where my story begins.

My parents are both still alive and spend their winters in Florida. While they’re away I make frequent visits to their home to keep an eye on the place. You know making sure the heat is still working, that no one has broken in and things like that. Well last Thursday evening while my wife was out on a ladies night I decided to go check on the place. I had been there about 20 minutes when I heard a knock at the door. I was surprised to find my cousin Becky at the door. She was soaking wet so I quickly got her in out of the cold.

My folks place is a couple of miles down a dead end gravel road and the only other house on the road is past theirs about a half a mile. It seems that Becky was headed home and her car broke down. She was walking to her house when she saw the lights on at my folks and decided to stop here for some help. It was pouring rain and she was glad to be in out of it. She said she was soaked plumb thru and was going to go dry off. Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later she reappeared with a towel wrapped around her torso and another around her hair holding her clothes. She said she was just gonna toss them in the dryer to get dry. I shrugged in agreement.

Okay so I better take a minute and bring you up to speed on Becky. She is 37 years old and the youngest of my aunt’s 6 children. Thus the large difference in our ages. Beck has dark hair and stands about 5′ 2″ tall. Despite having 2 children she has taken care of herself and is not only a beautiful woman but also very well built. Her frame is petite which only serves to better accentuate her 36C breasts. I had never thought of her in a sexual way but had always admired her beauty and the fact that she always projected the air of a lady.

I struggled with the situation I found myself in. Becky seemed oblivious to the fact that her current state of dress was having a profound impact on me. I found my mind imagining what she must look like under the towel that barely covered her. I held my composure and decided to break the tension by making us both some hot tea. She followed me into the kitchen and while I was putting the water on she got into the cabinet to get the cups. Being short she had to stretch to get the cups, my mom keeps them on the top shelf. As she strained to reach them the towel rose up giving me an unobstructed view of her wonderful bottom. As she turned around she caught me staring at it and it was then that entertained the thought that just maybe she had let me see it on purpose. That couldn’t be though as she’s my cousin. But then something happened that I was sure was no accident. She got into Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort the fridge to get the milk and bent over to look in even though the milk was on the top shelf. I could feel myself getting hard and I must have sighed because she set the milk down and smiled the most devious smile at me. At that moment I knew how badly I wanted her.

We finished the tea and took it to the family room to drink it. I plopped down on the big old overstuffed sofa and was surprised when Becky sat down right next to be. When she pulled her legs up under her the towel parted to expose even more of her thigh. I tried to ignore it and make conversation as we sipped our tea and waited on her clothes to dry but it was getting harder to do as my whole body was filled with sexual tension and my erection was in full bloom. Without any warning Becky laid her hand on my thigh and said “please don’t fight this. I want it to happen.” For a split second I thought about stopping this but my body won out over my common sense.

As I leaned in and our lips met I could feel Becky’s hand slide up and come to rest on my erection. Our lips parted letting our tongues meet as she fumbled with my pants getting them undone. I decided to go for broke and stood up letting her undo my shirt and pants so that I could slide out of them. Within a moment I was standing before her completely naked with a hard on that demanded attention. Without missing a beat she grabbed around my ass and pulled me to her. I watched as the engorged purple head of my cock slipped between her lips. The warm wet feeling of her mouth made my whole body shudder with excitement. Becky began working her mouth up and down my rigid shaft letting more and more of my cock disappear into her mouth. Finally she was literally fucking my cock with her mouth engulfing the entire length each time she pulled my ass cheeks forcing all of me into her. I could feel the head slip just inside her throat each time. As she massaged my balls while sucking me we both could feel them tightening in anticipation of a huge release of my cum. Instead of pulling away as the vein along my cock began to swell she only increased her efforts until finally, just as the first stream of cum spewed forth, Becky let the head of my cock slip into her throat. My first sticky stream shot straight into her throat but she didn’t stop. She only began sucking harder and faster swallowing every last drop until I was spent. She let me slip from between her lips with a soft plop.

I was so turned on and knew I didn’t want this to end yet so I pulled Becky up to me making sure to pull the towel from around her body. I took a moment to admire my cousin’s body and was not disappointed. It was more amazing than I could have even imagined. I turned her facing away from me and pulled her back to me allowing our naked flesh to press together. We could see ourselves in the antique dressing mirror setting across the room. As I nibbled on her neck I used one hand to tease her erect nipples while my other hand found its way between her legs. I was happy to find that while my cousin kept her bush trimmed she was not shaved. I find a woman with a healthy bush to be very sexy and I was already slobbering in anticipation of burying my face between her legs. Of course all of this was heightened by the fact that she’s my cousin. Her body trembled as I massaged her pussy letting my finger brush across her stiff little clit. As I slipped a finger between her swollen pussy lips and let it slide in I found her to be wet with anticipation. I whispered in her ear that I wanted to taste her so I guided her down to the floor and slid a pillow from the couch under her ass giving me better access to her nectar filled pussy. Without hesitation I buried my face between her legs sliding my tongue up thru her pussy lips lapping up her juices. When my mouth found her clit I sucked it in and nibbled it and her body convulsed. I knew she was close so I began and assault between her legs with my mouth designed to force her to cum beyond her control. Over and over my tongue dove into her pussy probing ever deeper while my fingers massaged her clit. I felt her body rise up off of the pillow and I knew she was at the point of no return. With that I allowed my tongue to find its way to her tight little asshole. I massaged and gently probed her asshole driving her over the edge. Her body drew tense as she began squirting sweet sticky nectar from between her legs.

Becky hollered for me to stop but I didn’t. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get this chance again and I was going to make the best of it. I kept my attention on her asshole and let my tongue do its magic there while I fingered her pussy. For over 10 minutes I kept Becky in a continual state of orgasm. Finally I realized how hard I was and how bad I wanted to be inside her. Before she could react I positioned myself so that I could drive my cock deep into her. In one fluid motion I buried my pulsating cock deep inside her cunt. Her body continued to be racked with orgasms as I drove in and out of her. Over and over until I finally exploded emptying my load deep inside my cousin. It seemed so nasty but somehow so right also. Spent I slipped from inside her and collapsed next to her.

I’m not sure how long we lay there but it was a while. I suddenly became aware of her hand on my soft cock as she tried to massage it back to life. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to do that. She told me there was one more thing to do before we stopped. Then she got into the 69 position sucking my prick while pushing her sticky cunt into my face. I worked her pussy with my mouth while she sucked me and massaged my balls. I could sense the excitement building in her as I felt life returning to my cock. I slipped a finger into her wet box to slick it up as I sucked her clit I massaged her asshole letting the slick finger slide in up to the first knuckle. As I worked my finger in and out of her ass slowly I could feel her body respond. Then without warning Becky rolled over and off of me.

Before I could react Beck was straddling me with her pussy over my engorged erection. It was so close I could feel the heat emanating from deep inside her. I closed my eyes as I felt her cock guiding me to her. I was surprised when I didn’t slip effortlessly into her hot wet cunt. Instead I found the tip of my erection pressing against her tight little asshole. Gradually she applied more downward pressure until the head popped between her tight sphincter. She just stopped and waited there for a moment. I looked up into her eyes and understood what I saw there was pure unreserved lust that existed only for me. Every so slowly she lowered herself letting more and more of my erection disappear inside her ass. (While my wife and I have enjoyed a healthy sex life it has never been anything like this. It has always been very conservative and less exciting. I could never have imagined anything like this in my wildest dreams.) As Becky began to glide up and down on my cock I played with her nipples and breasts. The more attention I gave her nipples the more excited she seemed to become. Her tempo increased as I pinched them and then in a flash of brilliance. I reached between us and touched her clit.

Becky got off of me and said come here. She went to the chair and leaned over as she grabbed my cock. She pulled me to her guiding my prick back into her waiting asshole. She guided my hand around her and between her legs so that I could massage her cunt while I was in her ass. Then she said “Fuck my ass and make me cum!” I didn’t have to be told twice and I started to glide in and out of her ass letting the full length almost come out before driving ball deep back into her asshole. All the while I was rubbing her pussy and clit with my hand. I wanted to make this last for as long as possible so I let my mind think of everything I could to keep me from cumming. Using this technique, and the fact that I had cum twice already, I was able to hold out for 10 more minutes before I felt myself moving beyond control. For most of those 10 minutes Becky was incoherent as her body was in control and wave after wave of orgasm moved over her. With one final stroke to drive me deep inside her my cock jumped and dumped it’s finally load deep within her bowel. I held there until my cock grew soft and slipped from inside her. We both collapsed onto the floor.

After some time I Came around from my sex induced stupor and noticed it was high time I got home. I found Becky in the shower and joined her there. We quickly cleaned up and got dressed. We embraced each other and enjoyed a deep long kiss. We didn’t say a word on the short drive to her house. I dropped her off and headed home wondering what had just happened and if it would ever happen again. Just as I pulled into the drive I got a text from Becky. It simply read “until next time”. I can’t wait.

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I’m your average 49-year-old guy from Indiana sitting on someone’s couch in Michigan who I just met only a day ago.

Standing in front of me and looking down was someone that I spoke with online only recently and he was unbuttoning his pants and smiling at me as I watched him. I’m average, just short of 6 foot tall and weighing about 175, I run every day. I’m married, in good health, and just realized that I may have a thing for men. My new pal is just as he described himself on AOL, about 5’11 tall, weighing I would guess 200 lbs and about 55 years old. I’m just about to find out if his other attribute, the one I really want to see, is also as he described.

It started off rather innocently enough; I visited one of those on line chat rooms for men seeking men for my town. I don’t think I had really planned to meet anyone in person, I thought perhaps I would find someone near my age to chat with. Someone who had some of the same interests and maybe the same questions that I had.

Most of the people online were younger and I chose not to talk with them, and so it went for about a year online, just watching and not much talking. Than one day a new screen name appeared someone I didn’t recognize at all. As it turned out he was from Michigan, just north of me, and also older than I was, it all seemed perfect. We chatted only once or twice online and than we made a plan to do what I had not done before, we would meet in person.

Even as we made the plans my knees were shaking, I was nervous and had so many questions. Would he be the type of person that he said, would he show up at all, would I know him or worse yet would he know me? We made plans to meet at the Cracker Barrel just to say hello and if we liked what we saw than we could meet again.

I arrived first and just milled around the store and all the novelties but aware of everyone who walked in. For a while it seemed that my pal wasn’t going to show up which would have been a disappointment to me. About 5 minutes later a group of folks arrived for lunch and just behind them HE walked in, I knew it was he right away. I’m also certain that he recognized me just as quickly, we both made solid eye contact.

Being nervous I turned from his stare and pretended to look around the store some more until I made my way to the exit and left. My heart was telling me that I just ran a 100-yard dash, I was very nervous. He also came out and we made small talk about the weather just Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort as if we didn’t know each other at all. Neither wanted to take the lead, and that would not be my personality anyway. I had been reading a USA Today and gave it to him and said “here is the USA Today if you would like it, I need to go”. He thanked me and we got in our cars and left. I was in a panic; I had never done this before and was not really comfortable meeting anyone from online in person although this venue was safe.

When I got home I quickly got online and there he was, I said hello and waited for a response, he thanked me and said, “thanks for the newspaper” I stared at the screen in almost disbelief, it was him! OH MY GOD that was him that I met, now what happens?

He said that he was impressed with my appearance, and asked how did I felt about him. “You looked great I told him, really great.” “Would you like to meet again to do some of the things we discussed,” he asked? I said, “Yes, more than ever now that we have met face to face, you are very sexual.” He gave me directions to his place in Michigan, about 45 minutes from here, and asked if I could meet tomorrow at 10:00.

“Perfect I said, but I’m still a bit nervous,” I told him.

Don’t worry we will go slowly to be sure you are comfortable.

In out chat online I told him that I wanted to meet a guy older than me who is in good shape, clean, and nicely hung. Someone who would like a great blowjob and all that comes with it.

He said, “I’m your man, and by the way I’m a solid 8 inches long and thick” he said.

When I arrived at his home I followed him into his home and into his living room where he had music playing and a nice soft couch for me to sit on. As promised he came in front of where I was sitting and asked “are you ready for this” as he rubbed his crotch?

“Yep, I’m ready,” I told him as I watch him seductively massage his balls through his pants.

“I hope you can handle all of me, I’ve been waiting for this all night and I have a big load ready for you.” He started to unbutton his pants as I starred at his crotch and could not look away as if I were hypnotized. The button opened and he stopped and put his hands down at his sides.

I looked up and he was smiling at me, he said “when I unzip I want you to reach in and feel my boxers, rub my cock through my shorts but don’t take it out yet do you understand” I said yes. If you like what you feel I want you to put your hands on my ass and rub my crotch on your face, okay?”

I’m not an expert on size but I thought he had an unusually large bulge in the front of his pants, I was in heat! When he unzipped I put my hand on his lump, his cock and rubbed it to feel that size, all I could think after my hand rubbed it was holy cow. I quickly remembered his instructions and put my hands on his ass and pulled in so that his crotch was in my face. I couldn’t breathe in fast enough, I wanted to taste his smell, and he smelled wonderful.

He backed up a bit and said that he was ready and his cock needed attention and it needed it now. First he just opened the fly of his boxers and pulled his cock through the opening, I almost fainted at his size. He was huge by comparison to what I was used to seeing (my cock) with a very thick shaft and very large head. I must have had my mouth open in astonishment because he just moved forward and put his cock in my mouth.

“Now that you have seen the size of my cock do you still want to be my regular cock sucker.”

“Only 8 days a week” I told him.

“Great, that here is what I need for you to do, just suck the head and use your tongue on the slit” he said. “Take your other hand and hold my balls softly and pet them, yes just like that.”

“Your tongue feels great but I want to feel you lick my slit and try to get your tongue in there.

I could start to taste this slippery fluid, his pre cum as it hit my tongue, it was warm and felt like it was foaming up in my mouth. I loved that taste and loved that I was exciting him this much. The feel of him sliding over my lips and on my tongue was wonderful, I could have done this all day for him.

He stopped and took his cock out of my mouth; I hoped that I had not done something wrong because I needed to continue. I looked up to see his face and noticed that he was smiling. “You are doing great he said but I want to try another position, kneel in front of me here.” As I kneeled he stepped out of his pants and took off his shirt, he was now naked. This man had a nice body, very strong and well kept for his age. He had great strong legs and a nice ass also. He turned around and bent in front of me and told me to lick that back of his legs but to reach between his legs and keep stroking his cock.

I licked his legs and ran my tongue from the back of his knees to his thighs while I stroked his cock. He loved this and moaned loudly while I continued. He turned his head and said “this is so hot, but now I need your lips on my ass” I was so hot at this point that I thought I would puncture my pants! I started to kiss and lick his tight ass and he said “deeper”. He reached back and pulled his cheeks apart for me, I could now see his bum and thought here we go! I put my face in and attached my lips to his ass, he groaned and said “oh yea, suck my ass for me”. I still had his cock in hand and kept stroking slowly, my hand was now covered with his precum and it made pumping easier.

I slowly put my tongue on his ass and licked in small circles dipping my tongue inside every time around. I loved how nasty this was. I licked up and down until he stepped back and turned back around.

“You are so good you could make money doing that.” he joked.

He told me that he wanted to ride my face and that I should try not to gag on his shaft. I couldn’t wait to get his cock in my mouth again, and I didn’t need to wait long. He held my head and starting fucking my mouth slowly and deeply, on some of the strokes his balls would hit my chin, which really excited me.

“Oh you’re a great cock sucker he said, take me deep honey, hold my ass while I drill your throat.” My lips were stretched to the max and I loved it, his cock was sliding deep but I didn’t gag at all. I could taste his fluid-leaking non-stop into my mouth; it made him so slippery that it helped him go deeper. “Use your tongue on me honey, wrap it around my cock, suck that cum out of me, blow me baby, blow me he said.”

And blow him I did, I sucked his cock as hard as I could, but softly. I wanted his load and I wanted it soon, I also waited all night for this to happen and now I will get my reward.

He started to pump faster and breathe harder; I knew my time had come. “Suck me baby, suck me, I’m Cumming, I’m Cumming.” It hit me with force and quick spurts, I held his hips while he shot into my mouth, I was surprised how warm his cum was and how it ticked on the way down my throat. I was in love, not with him but with sucking cock.

He pulled his now deflating cock out of my mouth and wiped it on my face, “let me just paint you a bit he said,” I smiled. He fell back into the soft chair and his spent cock was lying on his leg.

I couldn’t resist the urge to lean over and rest my hands on his thighs and I looked at him and asked, “can I suck you clean?”

“Yea man, suck my cock clean for me,” he said.

One last time I needed to taste him and relish his size.

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Amateur

Neon-purple, soft, plush light pierced through cigarette smoke to dance on the bare, tender curves of angels. I wore a pair of loose-fit blue jeans, a black, loose-fit sweater, and a pair of glasses that allowed me a certain academic appearance. The maitred’ wore a gold vested tuxedo that said, “we allow poor men but please have class.” He also kept a goatee however untidy he tried to make it appear, and he wore a serious have-fun-while-you’re-at-it expression. Regardless of his tough demeanor, he proved to be a nice man when he remained patient with an absent minded boy who had misplaced his identification. He nodded with a smile once the young fellow had presented it.

Music thumped inside. We walked across the room in search of a table; two coolers filled with beer in tow. My sobriety encouraged my embarrassment as we surveyed the room for a table close enough to see everything, but once seated I knew that sobriety and embarrassment would soon be past issues for me. As I opened the first beer, I promised myself that I would leave with money in my pocket.

Women wound themselves into various positions with sultry grins and sensual eyes. “Would you like a dance?” This question, spoken from the painted lips of an angel, whose body promised a sexual challenge, melted my heart and soul. Her ability to approach me—slow and easy—and to place her hand upon my shoulder with gentle ease amazed me. But I was at least a beer away from a yes answer, so with a grin I said, “maybe later.” The young men that accompanied me were many beers past a yes answer and they initiated their own solicitations with immediacy.

The first woman to step upward onto our table with grace and poise was a beautiful blonde with an intelligent smile. She slid her legs around the young men’s heads, and rolled her hips with sexual sagacity. She also stood above us, hips pushed forward, hand upon her thigh, displaying herself with passion and erotic force so close to our face. She knew which positions would please her audience, and she held those positions, no matter how contorted, with Gaziantep Oral Escort a smile and apparent satisfaction as her body’s elegance and dignity pleasured us.

Numerous other women displayed their sexuality; intelligence; and raw, feminine power upon our table, but one caught my eye. She stood upon our table and stared down with such sensual strength. Her eyes swept from one young man’s gaze to the next allowing each of us equal, sexy eye-contact time. Her hips slid side to side, her buttocks tucked tight and then relaxed as she rotated her hips; her movements were so slow and fluid that she looked like a delicate fish at ease in warm water.

I had drank enough by this point that I would answer yes to almost any question asked of me. She didn’t ask me anything though, I didn’t give her time. As a bouncer helped her down off our table I walked up to her and asked for a VIP dance. I realized how awkward I must have appeared to her or at least how obnoxious as I drunkenly strolled up with a twenty-dollar-bill in hand and stumbled over my words. A welcome-home smile stretched across her face and she said, “sure.” She tried to hold my hand, but because I held money she had to wrap her arm through my arm as if I was escorting her to the high school prom. She led me to a back room where a bouncer made eye contact with me as I walked through the door. He looked at me without judgement, without question, without threat, and he made me feel comfortable. I felt that he was there to protect me as much as he was there for the angels. My heart warmed as I gazed at this young, virile man. He guarded the gate to heaven, and instead of judging my life to admit or deny me entrance, he smiled and nodded as if to say welcome old friend, we have missed you.

She sat me down on a plush couch and then took a seat beside me. Her arm rested upon my side, and she leaned into me resting her feathery weight on me. We talked for a while; she said her name was Blake, she told me about her future plans, and she asked me questions about myself… all of which I answered truthfully. I told her she was the hottest girl in the club, I asked her how much she makes a night, and I promised her I was going to give her every cent I had. As we talked, it surprised me to learn that she was younger than I was. Angelic confidence flowed inside her, and it gave her power over me. A type of power stronger and more natural than the power a senior has over their minor, but a power that I could only equate to an assumed older age.

She stood and asked me to sit in the middle of the couch. I slide over and sat with my hands beneath my buttocks, because I had always been told you weren’t supposed to touch the girls. She smiled and moved my hands to the arms of the couch as she said, “don’t sit on your hands, put them out here.” She stood and adjusted herself, preparing for her dance. I raised my hand with the twenty-dollar-bill in it to let her know I was ready to pay. “I only take the money first from guys I don’t trust… I trust you.”

I puffed my cigarette; she frowned at me and said, “I don’t like guys that smoke.” I smashed out the cigarette without further question. A psychedelic song furthered my inebriated state. She wore a neon green and yellow tube top with a green g-string that created an odd shimmer when the neon-blue-light bounced against her body. Her willingness to touch me, to not divert her eyes from my glare of desire, and to dance with eroticism stimulated me. She sat upon my lap and straddled my face with her breasts. I grimaced with lust, and she asked if her weight was hurting me. “No, no,” I answered. Perfume filled my nostrils, hair tickled my face, and passion filled my loins. The hairs on my arms stood on end, and it seemed that every inch of my body tingled. Her dainty hands slide her tube top up with ease, and she stopped just before her nipples were exposed. Slow, pause, slow, stop, go: she continued this until her nipples were bared, and my erection filled my jeans. I noticed small scars on the underside of her breasts, and I wondered if she had been enhanced.

She slid her body down mine, careful not to touch my sensual parts with her sensual parts. Her strawberry-blonde hair flowed down my body: face, shoulders, arms, chest, waist, crotch, thighs, and knees. When she arrived at my knees, she turned her eyes up to meet my gaze; she tilted her head to the side and gave me a come-and-get-it smile. My erection became larger and more evident as it throbbed under my jeans. She stood, unsnapped her g-string, and let it fall to the floor. Her crotch — shaven close and thin – rotated and pressed toward me. Blake then turned away from me and her long, straight hair dangled against her lower back as she curled up her ass. She backed herself onto my lap, put her hands on the ground in front of my feet, and rested her weight on me. Her hips undulated fast, and then slow, and then she would hold them in a position that allowed me to inspect every inch of her feline parts as she stared at me over her shoulder. Tender butt cheeks tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed. Eventually the music ended, she gave me a strong kiss on the cheek, she put her tube top and g-string on with poise, grace, and sensual deliberation, and then she pulled her garter belt out for me to place the twenty under. This ritual was repeated three times, and it only stopped because she had won every last cent I carried.

I left without remorse or regret, and experienced an emotion that could be called lust or maybe love.

It wasn’t just the taunt skin, firm muscle, long legs, beautiful breasts, declivity of crotch, and defined buttocks that flexed and relaxed with every agile movement that made the experience heaven for me. It was being in the presence of intelligent, beautiful women who enjoyed, celebrated and used their sexuality with talent, grace, and poise that made the experience heaven.

My promise to leave with money in my pocket was forgotten; what good is money in heaven anyway? These women amazed me with their talents. They could dance, but most everyone can. They were sexual, but most women are. The women’s boldness, their wise demeanor, their deliberate sexuality, and their slow, easy approach provoked my astonishment, my lust, and my erection.

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Author’s Note:

This is the eighth Harper Valley recollection. So as not to compromise any reader’s potential enjoyment of the concluding episodes (of which there are twenty-one in total) only a further four chapters or so will be published on Literotica.

**

‘Death by pleasure.’ It’s an interesting concept and at the rate we’re all going, an eventuality just this side of imminent! We return now to the “Dome” and the sequence of events that concluded an afternoon where fantasies even, took a back seat to the real-time activities shortly to be played out.

**

Reluctantly having to vacate Brianna’s extremely cosy little bed with my equally cosy little blonde companion, we dressed and headed back to the marquee. Barely had I walked through the flap when Kylie saw me and almost took me out with a flying bear-hug.

“Do you know what they want us to do dad?” she gushed exuberantly.

“Yeah, I know sweetheart,” I replied, “That’s what I came to talk to you about – where’s your sister?”

I gave Michelle a light pat on the bottom, mouthed a quick “Thank you sweetie, we’ll continue with this later,” and pointed out another group of girls that seemed to be trying to get her attention. Jenna disentangled herself from a couple of her friends – Brianna being one of them, and joined her sister beside me. At least everyone was dressed!

“Well kids,” I said, “I guess this is really your call. Do you know what the rules are and what could happen to you? Remember, I’ve been through this with Brianna…it can get pretty rough.”

Damn it….I think their eyes lit up!

“Now cut that out both of you,” I whispered, “You’re just getting way too frisky!” They looked suitably chastened. “Now, for half an hour – and believe me, that can seem quite a stretch, you have to do everything you’re asked…..without question. I’ll be there to make sure no-one crosses any lines but that’s all. I can’t be responsible for what you’re asked to do – you understand that?”

Even as I spoke, I was being subjected mentally to the most way-out scenarios – most of which would need to be censored even on this site.

Following a quick huddle, the jury handed in its unanimous verdict in record time. “It’s OK dad, we want to do it,” said Kylie, “So long as you’re there the whole half-hour.”

“Oh, you can count on that sweetheart,” I replied.

I summoned Jerry and Warwick and confirmed their active participation. Never seen two guys smile so much! That done, everyone was issued numbered cards as before and it was a case of “Let the voting begin.” Quite obviously the “hot twins” pulled in just about everyone’s number one preference. Second choice was Susie’s super-sexy little daughter Tanya – no surprise there either, but when Larissa’s name was read-out after further counting – my heart sank.

Even as her name was called out, Larissa looked across to me from where she was standing alongside her father – saw my crestfallen face I imagine, and then shook her pretty head, signifying she did not want to be selected. The general body-language in the marquee suggested a lot of disappointed fathers. She came straight over to me then and I could have hugged her. What am I saying? I did hug her.

“What made you do that Larissa?” I asked her. Her answer was all I needed to hear…. “You!”

‘Kinda a double standard’ I was thinking to myself. I don’t mind seeing my own daughters stripped naked and played-with, yet I couldn’t bear the thought of another girl – one not even related to me – being touched by anyone now. I realised at the same time…I didn’t really want her going to any more parties either, although I did not dare vocalise those thoughts. How selfish was that when you think about it?

A fourth quite small dark-haired girl…Cathy I think her name, was Larissa’s replacement and was she cute? Just eighteen evidently, the hotpants and perky little breasts alone would ensure a session and a half. For someone. Tragedy was, I wouldn’t be there to see it – not to mention Tanya’s debut performance.

The girls got to vote for their six men next. A condition of Kylie and Jenna’s selection was that I go with them as an ‘observer’…but they had the option of six others. George and Jerry made the list as well as Brad and three other men I had not been introduced to. Warwick was fuming, although not for long…Tanya picked him! Lucky SOB.

Larissa kissed me and said “Go with your daughters now, they’ll be fine with you there.” Damn it, I figure they’d have been fine in any situation.

The girls were given five minutes each in the powder-room first. Hair teased up again, skirts and tops all smoothed down and that essential turn-on – a reapplication of lip gloss and then the nine of us headed off for Warwick’s bedroom, the largest room in the house so I heard and with our contingent, we would be needing it. I held both Jenna and Kylie’s hands as we ascended the stairs. The anticipation was killing me. I would guarantee Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort six pairs of eyes were fixed on the girl’s rear ends as they ascended the stairs and wouldn’t they have known that?

They were right – it would have to be the largest room in most any house! Warwick must obviously spend a lot of time in it! One enormous King-size bed took center stage, with another room – either one colossal walk-in ‘robe or a secondary tiny bedroom – depending on how you view it, off to the left. The en-suite was as large as most people’s main bedroom. We could have held a party in there! The two girls giggled as they were ushered in to the room. Their adrenaline must have been on active stand-by.

Last guy in, his name was Steven, shut the door behind him. The girls looked around anxiously, probably grateful for the other’s company right at that moment. George I noticed was looking at Jenna much as I looked at Larissa. Guess he was thinking much the same too….the bastard!

An uncomfortable silence was broken by Mal, the father so I found out, of young Cathy in the next door bedroom. God, what must have been going through his mind?

“C’mon girls,” he said…..show us your tits? It might not have been either that creative or original a line but hell……it’s what everyone was thinking!

Jenna looked at Kylie and blushed….neither of them moved.

“Ya gotta comply girls,” Jerry reminded them.

Kylie stood her ground on that small rug near the bed and began pulling her top off. Jenna, right alongside her, did the same. Both had hot little bra’s on – Jenna’s light blue and Kylie’s black, to match her g-string. Even seeing them together like that was soo damned hot. As one, they pulled their bra straps down their arms giggling nervously. Almost identical in size, they exposed their nipples slowly as the men ogled them.

“Take your bras right off girls,” ordered Steve, one hand already heading south towards an evidently impressive erection beneath his pants. Obediently both girls reached behind their backs and unhooking the clasp, allowed the bras to fall to the floor. Instinctively they covered themselves.

“Sorry kids…no covering up,” Steve continued. “Show us your tits please…hands behind your backs.”

How hot did they look like that? Lovely curvy little hips, narrow shoulders and shivering slightly from a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

“Very cute girls,” said Jerry, “You are both extremely pretty as I’m sure you know. Now, both of you go over to the edge of the bed there and bend over it with your hands on the edge of the quilt. Now, you are not to move from that position whatever we do OK?”

Nodding, they reluctantly took up the positions asked. Almost identical hot little bottoms given sudden prominence, with more than a hint of undies peeking out from their taut hemlines.

George took the offensive and leading the cavalry, delivered a perfectly placed spank across Kylie’s fully upturned bum. She squealed at the contact, joined seconds later by Jenna as Steven delivered the same deal to her rear end. This was her second spanking of the day and I knew she could take lots of it. Just as well….she got lots of it! All six men took turns spanking them a few times as the girls let forth with “ouches,” “goshes,” and “that hurts.” To their credit though, they maintained their highly vulnerable positions throughout, despite the fact that almost every man took the opportunity to grope their heaving young breasts as they received their punishment.

Standing back and admiring their handiwork…..the tops of both girls legs were quite red from a few stray spanks, the sound of heavy breathing all round was interrupted by Mal telling Kylie, “Pull your sister’s panties down now please sweetie, lets see her bottom.”

Both girls gasped and Steve had himself well unzipped. A man always prepared I’d say.

Kneeling behind her sister, Kylie took hold of her knickers and gingerly pulled them down. She even unstrapped her shoes when getting them off. Seeing Jenna suddenly bare foot and with the lower half of her naked bottom peeking out from her tight skirt was arousing stuff – be assured. Jerry walked up to her and began fondling her bare rear-end rather lewdly. Jenna seemed to like it.

Mal however was on a roll…….”Ok Kylie, now take her skirt off…get your sister naked for us.”

Have you the slightest conception of just how hot a cute eighteen year old girl looks being completely stripped by her topless nineteen year old sister? No, I didn’t think you did! I had no idea either! It was all I could do to maintain my position on the far wall refereeing operations. If either girl had seen the erection I had closeted up there, I think they might have been over!

As Kylie unzipped her sister’s skirt and pulled it off her, Jenna was left totally nude in front of six men. Well actually, better make that seven, including me. It was all too much for George, he just grabbed her and pulled her to him and began kissing her. Brad, who had been rather inactive up to now, moved right up behind her and with his hands on her hips, began kissing her neck passionately. Within seconds his hands slipped down to cupping her bum and at that second, Jenna turned her head and smiled at him….George I could see, had his hands on both her breasts and was rubbing them. Steve was rubbing other things…and quite effectively so, judging by the degree of effort he was putting into it.

Wayne, the sixth participant, dropped to his knees alongside the other two and began to actively rub Jenna’s pussy. He found himself sharing that little hot-spot with George who obviously figured she needed servicing top and bottom.

Meanwhile, Jerry, Brad and Mal were relieving Kylie of her skirt, shoes and g-string so she too was naked within seconds. These three with obviously an eye for comfort, manoeuvered her to the bed and pushing her on her back, Mal had her legs apart in seconds. With Jerry volunteering for breast duty, Brad extricated his cock and simply shoved it into her, fucking her with little finesse but plenty of passion. They had her gasping and panting in less time than it takes to write out a parking ticket.

At this juncture, the other three had Jenna flat on the carpet and George was happily trudging down nostalgia avenue as with her legs spread arousingly wide, he began fucking her senseless while Steve knelt alongside and brought off his first spray of the afternoon. Exactly where it landed I couldn’t see, but given how much more was to follow, it doesn’t really matter.

Mal replaced Brad and Wayne took over from George after he had Jenna crying out in passion before filling her to the hilt. I could barely stand it. By the time Jerry and Steve had taken their turns, both girls were looking decidedly “used” but far from expended.

Wayne sobered us all up. “Jenna,” he said, “Get on the bed with your sister and suck her tits.” Kylie gasped this time but as Jenna climbed up beside her, she made no attempt to dissuade her younger sister from her course. Kneeling beside Kylie, Jenna simply inclined her head to her breasts and began nuzzling and sucking her. Both girls were lost in their own little world as everyone moved up for a closer look. So natural and wondrously hot was it, I wondered if they had actually done this to each other at home in their own bedrooms. I found myself wishing that they had! Kylie was moaning with pleasure and as both girls began rubbing and fingering each other’s pussy, life was really good there for a while.

Writhing about as they were center-quilt, more than one observer wanked a stream of cum across whichever bottom or shoulder was the nearest at that particular moment, while others called out such intimate suggestions as “Make her cum Kylie,” or “Fuck her harder Jenna.” They were so damn compliant!

How much time had elapsed I had no idea but the clock was ticking. The men swapped girls, then as happened with Brianna, Jerry, Brad and Mal pulled Jenna into the huge bed and Steve, Wayne and George dragged Kylie to the little ante-room where a single bed was waiting. Jerry, ever the smart one, took up central position with Jenna on top of him by the looks of it, the other two either side. In the other bed, tight as it must have been, George appeared to be fucking Kylie as she lay face-down on top of him while the other two took their pleasures with whatever they could reach.

It was a re-enactment of my hottest fantasies…both daughters being multiply fucked and fondled while I watched – well sort of. From the far room, Kylie was crying out as Wayne, now beneath her in the center of the bed, was fucking her without mercy. One can only guess what the other two were doing to her beneath the blankets.

“Have these girls ever sucked cock?” said Brad suddenly…”I’d really like to have Jenna do that to me.” I gulped…..Oh! not that! Has God no mercy? Kylie was dragged in from the other room, fingermarks evident all over her breasts and streaks of cum in the naughtiest of places.

In less time than it took to undress them in the first place, both girls were made to kneel on the main bed right alongside each other. Jerry knelt down in front of Kylie holding his erection just inches from her face, Brad grabbed Jenna’s hair and pulled her head down towards his cock. Both girls took hold of the erections confronting them and began sucking for all they were worth. Having walked over to the bed, I had to extricate my own erection and commence a program of relief in view of the tableau in my midst. Mal obviously mesmerised by Jenna’s hot little bottom virtually jiggling in his face as she sucked and wanked Brad, got on the bed behind her and slipped his cock easily up into her pussy. This had the effect of engaging hyperdrive as she sucked Brad harder and began moaning as he thrust up into her. Steve saw no reason not to make equal use of Kylie’s unattended rear end and kneeling behind her, he too embarked on a course of intense vaginal therapy. The other two simply began rubbing and pulling whichever tits were within reach.

The entire bed was alive with sexual passion. Brad was the first to unravel and jetted one hell of a stream of sticky white goo into Jenna’s mouth. That which she failed to swallow, he left on her face as a reminder of what can happen when you are a hot little teenage tease. Mal had his own little party, jerking like a marionette as he ploughed Jennas hot little cunt (disgusting terminology I realise, but at that second…what else could you call it?). Excess cum, he left as a calling card, dripping over her bottom cheeks.

Jerry meanwhile had relined Kylie’s throat while Steve had cum for the nth time as far up her pussy as he was able to penetrate. In a moment of understandable excitement he had what looked like his cock pressing up hard against Kylie’s bum, his red-hot intentions obvious, but she wriggled and briefly turned around to verbally deny him that most forbidden of entries. As he persisted, I was forced to remind him, “My daughter said no Steve!” So fascinated with the mass activity had I been, attention to my own personal crisis had been delayed and now I was forced to call time-out.

Someone announced “ten minutes left.”

Jerry’s suggestion of “Lets fuck them in the shower?” met with universal approval, and in any event, they couldn’t go downstairs looking like they did.

Now, Warwick had one doozey of a shower-recess it should be made clear. Well able to hold four or five people in a pinch, excuse the pun. Kylie was bundled-in under the steaming water first with Jerry, Wayne and Mal. Myself, Jenna and the other three remained outside with an uninterrupted view of all active participants.

As they began soaping-up Kylie between them, Jerry attending to her breasts, Wayne having lots of fun slipping the soap up between her legs and Mal making sure she had the cleanest little bottom in the State, Jenna shivered – I was holding her against me. Completely unrelieved of course, the sight of her hot little naked breasts jiggling in front of me was just making things worse. She looked up at me and whispered. “I wish you’d made love to me dad!” (Neither of them use the “f” word except when taken to the heights of passion. Then, in Jenna’s case it seems to flow like honey)

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” I told her, “Soon as I get you both home…it’s gonna be very messy!” She giggled and held on to me, eyes back now on her sister’s progress.

You wouldn’t think you can do too much with a girl under a shower in five minutes….you’d be wrong. Kylie was fucked standing up, face to the glass (damn was that hot!) up against the tiles while two of them held her, even on her knees beneath the cascading water. They had their moneys-worth let’s say. I’m not saying they all came in her…I doubt collectively they had enough left to cum in a goldfish! But she got it every which way.

Fortunately, towels were not in short supply. One presumes Warwick had planned for such an eventuality. As Kylie was dragged out, I wrapped her in a huge bathrobe and held her to me. She just looked up at me and whispered “Do you still love me dad?” I didn’t even bother answering that one. Just kissed her hard in reply!

Jenna meanwhile, was being pulled beneath the shower by the other three, all of whom were now quite obviously naked. I had a momentary sighting of Steve’s cock, the first clear view I’d had of it….it was a monster. They took her much the same route. George was rather tenderly soaping her breasts (He’s quite besotted with Jenna’s nipples I’ve noticed) while Brad was kneeling in front of her and from what I can see, was preferring to clean her pussy with his tongue rather than anything else. Steve took up the rear so to speak and I couldn’t really see what he was doing, but I have the strongest of suspicions he was using the soap to facilitate digital entry in a very naughty spot. Jenna didn’t seem to mind, although so taken-up was she in kissing George and the sensations being afforded her young body, I hardly think she would have minded anything much.

With the seconds ticking down, all three began fucking her quickly. George had her kneeling on the tiles, Brad with her back up against the glass. God, how hot did her little bum look squashed up there as he thrust into her? Steve closed-out the show having the other two hold her up fully suspended, her legs pulled wide apart while he got that outsize cock into her with seemingly little trouble. Even above the noise of the water, I could hear Jenna almost screaming-out for him to fuck her harder. Steve didn’t disappoint and even through the steam I saw him jerk like crazy as he came in her…God knows what with.

Kylie had herself pretty much dry by this stage except for her hair and no sooner had they turned the shower off, than we all heard the bell sound. I wrapped Jenna in a large towel and I have to say, though clean as all hell, she was looking the worse for wear…although smiling still…the cheeky little slut!

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The woman gave Alice something to eat and drink. Alice decided the drink would probably be spiked, but she was too thirsty not to drink it all down deeply. She vaguely remembered having seen someone drink somebody’s cum – that wouldn’t make you go all wobbly, she thought. Drinking cum… Clinking rum… Blinking bum…

She didn’t know how long she’d been away, and whoever was there now probably wouldn’t tell. That much was clear enough to her… She was sitting in a chair. The leather of the seat felt cold; her arms were tied to the arm rests and her ankles were strapped to the chair legs, so that her pussy, which was positioned exactly over the edge of the seat, was exposed to each and anyone’s view. Fortunately there didn’t seem to be many people around… The gag was back into place.

The room seemed empty. But eventually she heard someone move behind her.

“Hi, girl,” she heard. “Hmmm, you sure look good!”

It was a feminine voice with a strange tinge to it. She craned her head to see – but she couldn’t turn her head enough.

“Do you want to see me?”

Alice nodded. She heard footsteps on the hard floor. Someone appeared in sight. Another girl, Alice thought at first. She had beautiful long black hair, and great breasts, enveloped in a very sexy see-through bra; she wore black stockings and thin panties – and she saw that there were a cock and balls in them, not hard as yet, but unmistakably a cock, and a fair sized, and probably quite a serviceable one, too.

“I’m afraid I was born like this… I feel I’m a woman. Just think of me as Joanie,” the person said. “OK?”

Alice nodded again.

“On with the show,” Joanie said cheerfully. “Some more subconscious ideas of yours. Enjoy!”

Enjoy alright, Alice thought sourly. Watching yourself doing all sorts of shocking things without even having as much as the fun of it…

Joanie sat down on a low stool next to her and picked up the remote. “Here goes!”

The now familiar titles appeared: “Hot Dreams of Alice,” followed by “In Service – Day Two.”

Alice first saw her bedroom, where Mrs Jones laid out her clothes for the day. They were quite similar to yesterday’s ones but for the underwear which was black and clearly designed not to cover her essential parts.

When she was ready Alice emerged from the bathroom, made up and freshly showered.

“Here’s today’s dress,” Mrs Jones said. “There’s a list of your tasks on the table. Mrs Townes will be leaving for London at around ten, by the way. She will not be back until tomorrow. Ok?”

Alice nodded and Mrs Jones left the room. She began to dress, beginning with her stockings and garter belt. When she rolled the stockings up her legs Alice could see her pussy. It looked somewhat swollen already, she thought, probably due to the sexual tension in that household…

Next came the panties. They were very small and didn’t have any material where it was really needed, leaving her pussy and anus open to the air. The bra was of a similar cut. It had a kind of small plateaux that supported her breasts; they were otherwise naked.

Alice thought that her self in the bedroom didn’t really dislike wearing it, for her nipples grew hard as she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

She picked up the blouse. It was a similar one to the day before, ruffled, white, with a loose elastic in the neck. It fell nicely around her naked breasts, yet was tight enough to indicate her nipples, and it was slightly diaphanous; her breast shimmered a little through the material.

The black satin maid’s dress was a little different, too – a white frilly edge had been stitched into the skirt to give the impression of an underskirt, and the whole skirt was even shorter than yesterday. It also showed a tendency to ride up her back, and she had to pull it down every now and then. If she didn’t bear herself like a queen, she would show her bare pussy to the world.

She went over to the table and picked up the task-list. “Study first, to be hoovered and dusted,” she said. “Ok.”

The picture shifted and Alice was shown entering the study, carrying a duster and a vacuum cleaner. The bottom of her buttocks showed under her skirt; she had no way of pulling down the dress with her hands full. It was a disturbing sight, alice thought, those white orbs with the shiny black straps running tautly across them, down to her stocking tops. She dusted all surfaces, efficiently and fast, and then started hoovering the floor.

Mrs Townes walked into the study, greeting Alice kindly. She was carrying a small tray, and when she was halfway the room she made as to trip over the flex of the vacuum cleaner. She dropped the tray and its contents spilled all over the floor.

Alice was working with her eyes to the floor, so she didn’t see it happen.

“Oh dear,” Mrs Townes said. “I’ve dropped my pearls! My necklace got broken last night and I wanted to put them in the cupboard in here. Alice, dear, be so good and pick Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort them up, will you? I have to hurry.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Alice said.

“Thank you,” Mrs Townes said, and she left the room.

Alice went down on her knees. As she did so the dress crept up half-way her back. She tried to pull it down but it didn’t work; it crept back at once. She apparently gave up and crawled across the floor in search of the pearls that had rolled all over the carpet, under the desk, under the bookcase, the various chairs…

The camera showed her whole slit, and her puckered rosebud in the frame of the sides of her panties, sitting sprucely between her legs, lined by the garter straps. Her breasts, hanging loosely in her blouse, shook a little as she crawled back and forth with the tray within reach. Now and then she straightened her back; it had been a long, triple necklace and there were lots and lots of pearls everywhere.

The door of the study, which must have been well-oiled, for it opened inaudibly, admitted Mr Townes into the room. He looked at Alice hunting for the pearls with a small smile, and Alice could see his cock grow in his pants. She shook her head and she realised she didn’t really know if she abhorred what was going on or if she wanted to be there, to be fucked soon by Mr Townes…

Alice didn’t notice anything. She methodically worked at retrieving the fallen pearls in the far corner of the room that was getting the smallest amount of the morning light. Mr Townes softly shut the door. He turned the key in the lock and walked over to a strategically placed chair, where he sat down, smiling at Alice’s back.

When Alice had picked up all the pearls in the part of the room she tackled first, she got up and noticed Mr Townes.

She blushed fiercely. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “I hadn’t heard you come in.”

“No, I noticed that. Did you drop those? I don’t hold with clumsiness.”

Alice blushed even harder. “No, sir,” she said.

Mr Townes raised his eyebrows. “I don’t want my staff to be lying to me, young lady,” he said threateningly.

“I didn’t, sir, I really didn’t. Mrs Townes dropped the tray they were on this morning.”

Mr Townes raised his eyebrows. “Did she now?” he said. “Hmm…”

He looked at Alice’s flushed face. “You do look quite attractive, blushing like that,” he said. “I’ll ask Juliette – and if, as I hope, you’re right I won’t have to take measures. I’m afraid that your crawling up and down this room has made it paramount to do something about the state of my member, though. I’m leaking and aching for your cunt. Come along.”

Alice curtsied and followed Mr Townes, who unlocked the door again, out of the room. “Please walk ahead of me,” he said. “I love looking at you move. To your bedroom, please.”

Alice walked down the corridor; then she went up the stairs, giving Mr Townes a lovely view of her private parts. When she arrived at her bedroom she respectfully opened the door for him.

“Thank you,” he said. “Come in.”

As soon as Alice had closed the door behind her Mr Townes got his cock out. He stroked himself while looking at the young woman who stood to attention in the room, waiting for her orders.

“Please bend over for a moment,” he said. “I want to have another good look at that marvellous ass.”

Alice spun on her heels and bent over, grabbing her ankles with her hands.

“Yes, that’s it. Hold it, please.”

Looking at the TV screen Alice thought her face would probably be just as flushed as her filmed counterpart. She was eagerly anticipating the couple touching, and she wished devoutly she were in that room. If only she could just finger herself…

She looked at Joanie for a moment. She had taken her cock from her panties and sat slowly stroking its length, her eyes glued to the TV screen. Oh dear – It just wasn’t fair!

Mr Townes felt Alice’s bottom, slowly and extensively. He ran his hands from her ass cheeks to her slit, and touched her swollen nub. It made a shiver run through her, but she kept standing motionlessly, allowing Mr Townes free access to her cunt and anus.

He smiled and slapped her bottom once. “You can stand up again,” he said. Alice did, and she turned round to find Mr Townes undressing. She had not seen him naked before.

He was athletically built but not over-muscular, and quite attractive, Alice thought. She strained at the cords round her wrists and ankles, but it only caused her discomfort so she gave up. Joanie looked at her for a moment, She smiled a little, and alice got the impression that all her thoughts were eminently readable to her.

“Come here,” Mr Townes said. He was completely naked now, and when Alice came within his reach he took her by her right wrist and put her hand on his cock.

She held his cock in her hand and looked at it a bit uncertain. She slowly moved her hand on his member and her treatment made the shiny head emerge from its foreskin.

“Why don’t you suck my cock?” he said.

She looked at him wide-eyed. “Suck your cock?” she repeated. “I don’t know. Does your wife ever do that?”

He nodded. “Oh yes,” he said. “She loves it – let me show you.”

He switched on the large flatscreen in the bedroom, and inserted a memory stick into the TV. The screen immediately got almost filled with the image of Juliette’s face. She had her eyes closed, and she put a butterfly kiss on the tip of her husband’s cock. She slowly let the head of his cock disappear between her red lipsticked lips until you could still see the rim between the head and the stem, and then let it slip out of her mouth again. She opened her eyes and looked at the cock in front of her eyes. A slow drop of precum appeared on its tip, and she touched it with her index finger and smeared the drop across the purple tip.

Alice wondered if her own image on the screen would follow suit, but Mr Townes stood behind her, so she couldn’t. He lifted the short skirt of her maid’s uniform and ran his hands over her buns, and she pressed her bottom his way.

The view briefly shifted to the front. Mr Townes raised his arms and pushed the frilly white blouse down, revealing her breasts, presented to his hands on the quarter-cup bra. Her nipples looked taut and swollen, and Mr Townes rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers before dropping them to her bottom again. When the skirt rose again Alice saw her pussy lips pout from the two sides of the split-crotch panties.

It was hard to concentrate on one thing. There was the play within the play of Juliette sucking her husband’s cock – she’d wrapped her hand around him and was bobbing up and down now – and there was Mr Townes pushing his cock between her own legs. Her image put a hand down between her legs and pressed his cock home.

Mr Townes legs stiffened for a moment. Then he adjusted his attitude to her height and started to fuck her slowly, holding her elbows to steady her. He soon picked up speed, and Alice saw his cock glide in and out of her pussy, glistening wet, and very, very stiff. She was glad her own juices could be wiped off the leather seat…

The Alice on the screen started panting heavily, in rhythm with Mr Townes, whom she could hear twice, fucking her and being sucked by his wife.

On the other screen Juliette was deepthroating her husband. She started humming softly, and Alice could hear him groan…

Mr Townes stopped for a moment. He lifted Alice in his arms, went to the bed and deposited her onto the covers, facing the TV screen on her hands and knees, and started fucking her in earnest. Her heavy breasts swung back and forth, and her white buttocks in the black garter straps appeared under the black satin maid’s dress she was still wearing. He held her hips and made her meet his thrusts, and she was moaning with the joy of it. Mr Townes felt for her breasts, and he apparently pinched her nipples hard, for Alice saw her image flinch. But it only served to make her rock back harder.

Mr Townes’ breathing started to go ragged. On the screen Juliette had taken his cock from her mouth and was pumping his shaft with her hands, her wide-open mouth close to the tip. Within seconds there was a roar as his cock , in close-up, spewed forth his cum, to be greedily swallowed by his wife’s immaculately painted mouth.

Alice saw him erupt. On the bed, she saw his buttocks contract almost at the same time… He let out another roar and pulled Alice’s bottom into his pelvis. She let out a scream and collapsed onto the mattress from her hips on down. Mr Townes stayed motionless for a little while; then re retracted. The camera focussed on Alice’s cunt, showing Mr Townes white sperm leak from the smoothly shaven lips… She stayed lying there for a little while while regaining her breath.

Then she got up off the mattress and stood beside the bed. She looked at Mr Townes, curtsied and said, “Thank you, sir!”

The TV screen grew dark. Joanie stopped the DVD for a moment. “I’ll let you have a glass of water,” she said, “but the programme hasn’t finished yet.” She removed the gag from alice’s mouth and held the glass to her lips. She drank greedily, for her throat was dry as dust, and she hoped it would help to make her feel less hot. As soon as she had drained the glass Joanie put the ball back into place.

“The next part is after dinner,” she said. “Nothing of note happened for the rest of the day. I don’t know, but you smell as if you like what you see?”

The DVD was put into motion again. The screen lit up and showed the interior of Alice’s bedroom. It was empty, but you could hear the shower running. Then it stopped and after a little while she came into the room, with a towel wrapped around her. She hung it over a rack and pulled back the bedclothes. On the pillow she found the nightdress assigned to her for that night. It was red and very see-through, and consisted of a top with cups and a frilled piece to cover her to her buttocks, and a matching pair of panties. It had two shiny pieces of piping from the top hem to her bottom that closed with little ribbons tied in bows. She undid one of the ribbons and the piping came apart, so she redid the bow. Then she put her legs into them.

When she was dressed she slipped between the sheets and opened the book she’d been reading the day before. Alice wondered if she was expected to watch her read, but after only half a minute or so she heard a key turn in the lock and Mr townes came in.

Alice started at his sudden appearance, but she didn’t let on. “Good evening, sir,” she said. “Er… I’m not dressed, I’m afraid.” She blushed.

“Please come here, Alice,” he said. “I’d like to have a good look at you again.”

Alice swung her legs out of her bed, and stepped on to the small carpet in front of her bed. She put her arm alongside her body and stood facing her employer, with her eyes cast down.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Most beautiful; and that nightdress is very becoming. You look very sexy – but you could look even more so. Wait.”

He walked to her bedside table and got out a large, flexible dildo. It was flesh-coloured and shaped like a big cock, with a suction cup at the bottom end.

“Take this,” he said.

She took it from him. It was quite large, and it looked obscene in her hands, Alice thought.

“Now make the cup wet under the tap, and press it to the floor here, please.”

Alice disappeared for a moment. Then she returned with the artificial cock and fixed it to the floor.

“Right,” Mr Townes said. “Now I want you to sit on your knees with your cunt over the head, and try to take some of it in. Wait – there’s some KY jelly somewhere…” He rummaged in the drawer and applied some jelly to the dildo.

“Ok then,” he said.

Alice hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties.

“No. Keep those on. Just undo those bows.”

Alice did, and the she sat down on the floor on her knees and wiggled her bottom until the tip of the cock touched her labia. It was some sixteen inches long, so she sat up rather high. She felt for the tip between her legs and placed the head at her opening.

Alice could see the tip disappear slowly between her image’s pussy lips. It must be very uncomfortable, she thought – much too big and thick and long – but it certainly was obscenely sexy, and she got very aroused by the thought of having tried that some time that week. It was hard to admit as much to herself, but the smell of her own arousal and the moisture seeping down into the crack between her ass cheeks clearly told their own tale.

“Good girl,” Mr Townes said. “Yes – that’s even sexier! Did you pay attention to the film footage of Juliette sucking me this morning?”

“Yes, sir.”

Alice saw she was trying to go down on the dildo a little more, but was rather difficult, it seemed.

“Did you like watching it?

“Yes, sir.”

“Would you have like to trade places with Juliette?

“Maybe, sir.”

“Ok then – suck me off now.”

He dropped his trousers and boxers. Alice got up off her knees to go to him, but he said, “No, no – just stay there. Put that thing back into place.”

Alice knelt down again and lowered her bottom back onto the dildo. It entered her a little further, and she gasped.

Mr townes stood a foot away from her. “Never use your teeth, please.”

“No, sir.” She licked her lips – whether to moisten them or in anticipation alice didn’t know – and looked up at him.

He pressed his cock against her lips, and she formed an O with her lips and pressed them around the tip.

“You can hold my hips,” Mr Townes announced.

Alice did, and she slowly sucked the tip into her mouth. She concentrated hard. slowly she let him enter her mouth until about half way, then she released him and tried again.

“Can I use my hands, sir?” she said.

“Of course,” Mr Townes answered. “Yes – yes. Please give it some tongue…”

Alice started sucking him in earnest. She must have attended well when the film footage of her employers was played; she rubbed his cock between her hands, wetted it with her spittle, rolled her tongue around it and went for him with apparent enthusiasm.

It looked great, Alice thought. She concentrated hard on the view of that cock disappearing into her mouth – and then she suddenly noticed that the dildo had disappeared into her cunt for a good eight to ten inches. Jeez, she thought. She’d never thought anything like that could be accommodated by her at all.

Alice let the cock slip out of her mouth and licked the length of it lovingly. she cupped his balls in her hand, and sucked them into her mouth. Mr Townes groaned. She looked up at him and smiled, and then she started bobbing her head up and down his cock again, and as she did so Alice saw that she rode the dildo like a real cock. It was shining wet and Alice wished it was there with her, in her pussy, at that very time.

Mr Townes breathing became a little laboured; he started panting and puffing, and Alice looked up at him and smiled.

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