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At an early age, I realized I was smarter than most of my friends. Since I wasn’t really a popular kid, I utilized my time differently from my classmates. I took my GED after eighth grade and passed with flying colors, although my mother decided I would attend high school anyway, for social development reasons. I began taking online college classes in my free time and by the time high school came to an end, I was graduating college too.

So here I am at 18 with a GED, high school diploma and an IT college degree. The only real part of high school that interested me was playing on the baseball team. Okay, I wasn’t mister jock around school; actually I was the second string catcher and occasionally played third base and right field. But my love for the game kept me showing up and any playing time was fun for me.

I’m 5 foot 11 inches and 200 lbs, slightly chubby, but not overly fat. On Tuesday, I attended my high school graduation, on Thursday, I received my college degree and Friday I officially got my job offer to start in the IT department of a big company only a few miles down the road from where I live with my parents, sister and brother.

My new career was to start in just over a week, leaving me with a nice holiday to enjoy a week off from everything.

~~~

Saturday morning started like any other, my alarm woke me at 6 AM. But without anything specific that I had to do that I could think of; there was only one thing to do. Masturbate, of course.

The house was quiet as it usually is this time of day; my cock was hard with morning glory as usual as well. Alright you may be thinking that such a smart and motivated guy like me wasn’t into such base instincts, yeah right, I was still a healthy young man with a sex drive and trust me, I always made time to jerk off at least once a day.

Now that I had just over a week of free time, oh, I was going to make sure I used that time enjoying it. So I slid out of bed and booted my laptop, logging onto my favorite sex site on the web Literotica. As my normal routine, I checked my Lit email, empty as usual. The forum was always the first thing to check, always finding new pictures of members to drool over, but it never seemed enough to get off to.

Knowing this, my next stop was the new story link since it always had a variety of categories to peak my interest. Incest stories always took the cake in my book; the taboo of it all really got my cock extra hard. Not to mention I could always imagine the characters being me and my hot and sultry mother, or my petite older sister with her seemingly constant hard nipples. But sometimes the new incest stories didn’t cut it, so I moved on to the lesbian, mature or first time stories.

This morning, there, right on top of the new story list was an incest story with the tagline of; “Online cyber sex with mother.” That caught my eye and I immediately dropped my boxers to my ankles and opened the story.

Within a minute I had lubed my rock hard morning wood with baby oil and was reading the hot story. The son in the story broke into his mother’s computer and found her personal instant messenger program, her user name and tracked the dirty chat rooms she had been playing in. The story was short, but got to the point quick. It only took minutes for me to be close to shooting my load onto my chest.

In the story, mother and son were using webcams and mutually masturbating. Neither showing their faces, but the description of the son staring at his mother’s fingers digging deep into her pussy and her juices flowing out of her pushed me past the point of no return. I was deep in thought, imagining me and my mother in this hot scenario.

As my first spurt of cum released itself onto my chest and I was moaning “Mom”, my bedroom door opened with my father struck dumb catching me in such a position.

With cum erupting from my swollen member, my body jumped in fear as I did my best to cover my offending activity without success. Sperm blasted everywhere from my computer screen, desk, my legs and chest. Dad stood still not knowing what to do, mouth open, watching a crazy scene of his son Cumming all over the place.

As my orgasm ended, all I could do was stare at my father in complete embarrassment. But my father’s eyes weren’t looking at my face; his eyes were clearly lower, taking in the sight of his son’s manhood and seamen. It seemed like hours, but I am sure only seconds past.

“Dad” I managed to croak out. “I….” was at a loss for words.

He still hadn’t moved his eyes, and he didn’t respond verbally. As we were locked in confusion, I did notice an impressive bulge in his golfing pants. An odd thought crossed my mind, that what my father saw must have turned him on. That thought made me shiver.

Finally, pop broke his eyes away from my penis. Clearly he was lost in his own mind, confused and unsure. He backed out of my room wordlessly and made his way downstairs.

I was scared and as messy as I had ever been, covered in my own cum. “How am I going to face him?” I thought.

Somehow artvin escort I managed to get to my feet, close my bedroom door and entered my bathroom to clean myself. About 10 minutes later, dressed and cleaned, I sheepishly made my way to the kitchen.

~~~

“Dad” I spoke as I entered, awaiting a backlash of harsh words and torment to come flying at me.

“You ready to learn how to golf?” my father spoke calmly then sipping from his coffee mug.

“Oh.” I mumbled, I had forgotten that we had planned this outing last week. “Umm sure.” I continued my response. Quickly grabbing a travel mug from the cabinet and pouring myself my own coffee.

“Let’s go” pop suggested and I followed him out to the Range Rover in the garage. Once in the garage, dad opened the back of his truck and loaded two sets of golf clubs. Awkward was a kind way of saying how this went down. We loaded ourselves into the front seats when he turned to me and truly spoke for the first time without an air of astonishment.

“We need to talk about what just happened.”

I didn’t have a response; all I could do was sit looking forward through the windshield at the closed garage door. Moments passed.

“Look” He began, “What you were doing is completely normal.” He sighed. Again pausing for what seemed like forever. “I have to apologize for just walking into your room…. and my reaction.”

I finally got the nerve to turn my head to face him. Upon our eyes meeting, I lost what little nerve I had and my eyes dropped down.

“Son?” he asked. “You okay?”

“Yeah dad, just…. Don’t know what to say.” I mumbled while looking down at the steering wheel and his lower half.

Then, to my surprise, he said something I never in my right mind could have imagined hearing from my father’s lips. “Do you jerk off thinking about your mom a lot?”

Silence dominated the car. I think he understood I couldn’t answer?

“I can see that you must.” He added. Again I had no answer. I just closed my eyes and thought that if only I could be anywhere else right now I would be there.

“Son” he demanded my attention. “It’s okay. Look at me.” And I mustered the courage to open my eyes again but not raise my head. “Son”!

He lifted my head with his hand and our eyes met. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

I was close to crying, I was so scared and confused.

He hit the garage door button, started the Range Rover and we drove out of the garage.

I was lost in my own mind, trying to figure out what to do and what to say.

~~~

After a very short and silent drive, dad pulled the car into driveway of a house I had never been to before. We were at a destination that certainly wasn’t a golf course. We were at someone’s home, an awfully nice place as it looked from the outside, a little small cottage home with some nice shade trees and a two car garage.

I managed to spit out; “Where are we?” my first words in a while. When pop reached into the glove box, pushed a button and the garage opened of this house. He slowly pulled in and closed the door. The other side of the garage had a brand new Corvette parked in it.

He got out and instructed me to follow him in and I did as I was told. From the garage we entered into the kitchen of this nice little house. Immediately dad opened the refrigerator and handed me a beer while taking one for him. “Come on.” He ushered and we went into a living room area that completely baffled me. In this room, there was a huge TV, two very large couches and various items I had only seen on the internet before.

I glanced around the room taking an inventory of dildos, vibrators, lubes, condoms, a sex swing, and hundreds of porn videos. Even the art work on the walls was pictures of naked women or men. It couldn’t have been later than 730 AM, but I popped the top on my beer and drank it down.

“Sit” He commanded and I did, putting my empty beer can on the mini fridge next to the couch. “Grab another beer if you want from the fridge next to you if you need it.”

As dumbstruck as I was I didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds I was drinking my second beer of the morning and only the third in my life.

“Let’s talk son.” His eyes bored into mine and I nodded my head in response. He went on; “I know you are confused and that’s okay, I just need you to listen and if you can’t speak yet, just nod your responses. Okay?” He asked and I nodded affirming my answer.

“First and foremost, I need you to promise me one thing.” I nodded again. “Everything you learn today is a secret and cannot be repeated to anyone and I do mean anyone. Not your friends, not your brother, not your sister, and especially not your mom. Understand?”

I shook my head yes.

“Son, this home is one of three I Co-own with a group of people; each home is part of a member verified group specifically dedicated to specific sex fetishes. This one specifically is for members of an incest fetish group. This group is very private aydın escort and can only be joined by a verified person specifically sponsored by one of the current members. I am one of the founding members. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I spoke weakly.

“Good.” He spoke as he stood up. “When I heard you moan mom earlier, I suspected that incest was of interest to you. Yes?” I nodded. “Instantly I knew I could bring you into our group, but I need to be sure. Now I need you to speak this very clearly if you want to know more. Okay?”

“Yes”

“I need you to clearly and verbally state that nothing you will see, hear or do will ever be repeated to anyone without express consent from me. If you do break this rule, there will be very harsh consequences. If you understand and agree, you need to say so.”

Gathering all my courage, I shifted in my sitting position, unintentionally making my erect cock more comfortable. “Dad” I stammered. “I promise not a word will ever leave my lips about this, not even to mom.”

“Good” he answered. “This is how this group works. This home is rented by members for a nominal fee to be used for the use of sex, specifically based on the incest fetish, now that being said, not all members are actual family members, and so much of what goes on here is just fantasy. But there are also plenty of members that are or do have actual incestuous relations here. Currently there are 57 members of this group, monthly dues are $50 a month and without exception every member must sign a waiver and contract. Once you are part, there is no cancelling your membership. This is for life. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Furthermore, all members are 18 and over, no exceptions. No one underage ever is allowed. To add to that, you need to understand that we make sure that each and every member has no way of turning on the rest of the group. So initiation involves being videotaped in such a way that he or she knows they cannot ever leave the group without harsh consequences, I can’t express that enough.”

“Okay.” I threw out there. While saying that, it occurred to me how hard my cock was and I needed to adjust it. And I did.

“I see this excites you! Good.” He moved to the refrigerator, got two more beers, one for him and one for me. Then promptly sat next to me with our legs touching; it was at this moment I again noticed the bulge on his pants too.

“Dad?” I questioned.

“Relax son, I know you have a lot of questions and I will be happy to answer any and all of them, but for now, you need to answer my questions. Okay?”

I nodded and he put his hand on my knee. I was shaking.

“Good. First, are you a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Do you consider yourself straight, Bi-Sexual or Gay?”

“Straight Dad.” I huffed, “Why?”

“Because to be part of this group you will have to do things that may not suit you sexually; do you understand what I mean?”

“No.” I answered with a questioning look.

“Once you are a member, you do not need to do anything with anyone you do not want to or consent to be with. But part of the joining process is that videotape, sort of a failsafe for the group. So you’d have to initially do something that may not be to your sexual preference. Make sense?”

“No, what would I have to do?”

Dad took his hand from my leg and adjusted his cock in his pants. He was clearly sporting a rather thick erection.

“Son, it’s a onetime type of thing. You’d need to be videotaped doing something that could be used against you should you decide to try and leave the group or tell the world about it.” He sighed. “Everyone one in the group has done a videotape. It’s a mandatory part of your application to the group. If you want to back out, you need to do so now. I’ve broken one of the rules myself by even discussing this with you before addressing the group for permission. I could be ousted from the group for doing this.”

I thought hard for a minute, but my manhood was doing more of the thinking for me. “Okay, I understand. What do I have to do?”

“Well, here is how I see this going. First, we will videotape you. Then at the next meeting, I will ask for permission to sponsor you, I will show the videotape, if it’s approved, we will bring you back with a select few members for another videotaped session. You will have all kinds of sex on camera. The tape will be locked up and you will become a member. From that point on, you will be able to choose who you have sex with, if it’s an only with women, that’s fine, but the option to have sex with men will also be open to you. Every member has the right to say no to any other member requesting sex from them. Sex has to be consensual.”

“Ummm okay. How do we do this?”

“Relax and close your eyes, I will be a few minutes setting this up. Keep your eyes closed. Do not move.”

“Okay dad.” I shut my eyes and sat quietly for about five minutes. I was nervous and hard.

~~~

“Son” dad said, “In a minute I will turn balıkesir escort on a video camera that will record everything over the next few hours. To start I will be out of sight and will be asking you questions that you’ll need to answer honestly for the video. I also will be instructing you on things to do. You will follow my instructions to the letter without question. Understand?”

“Yes dad.”

“Good, keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise and we will begin in a few seconds.”

Click, I heard the video camera power on, and then buzz.

My father started speaking, “It’s Saturday Jun 17th, 2010 at 9:07 AM. Son please open your eyes and face the camera.” I did so. My father wasn’t anywhere in my sight line.

“Please speak your name, age, sexual preference and occupation.”

My eyes found the lens to the video camera. “My name is Nick Swanson, I am 18 years old, I am heterosexual and I will be IT technician starting next week.

“Good. Are you a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“Tell us how you came to be sitting here this morning as specifically as you can.”

“You caught me masturbating.”

“Okay, what were you thinking about while you were masturbating?”

“Mom”

“Who caught you masturbating?” he asked and added “Be specific.”

“You did, my father, Jason Swanson.”

“Was it exciting to be caught playing with yourself?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you excited now?”

“Yes”

“Please stand up and take all your clothes off.”

I hesitated a little but followed the instruction I was given, my penis was certainly hard and lowering my boxers over it knowing I was on camera was making me ever harder. It was then I noticed that the video image of me was on the big screen TV. I watched my cock bounce off my belly after being released from the tight confines of my underwear. The head of my cock was purple with pre-cum dripping off it.

“Do not touch your cock son, sit down and lean back so your nice thick cock stretches out over your belly.” Again I followed my instructions.

“How big is your cock?”

“About seven inches.”

“How often to you play with it?”

“Everyday.”

“Please take the lube on the refrigerator to your right and lube up your cock. Use plenty of lube, make your cock and balls very wet.”

“Yes sir” I answered, never had I called my father sir before, I don’t know why I said it. But I did as he commanded.

“Sir huh.” He huffed. “For the rest of this video, you will only refer to me as daddy. Understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Do you jerk off thinking about incestuous fantasies?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Who in the family have you jerked off thinking about?”

“Mom, Becky (my sister), and aunt Sarah.”

“Which one do you masturbate the most thinking about?”

“Mom”

“From now on, you will only refer to her as mommy, even directly to her. Understand?”

“Yes daddy”

“Good, start stroking that nice cock slowly.” He commanded and I did. “What do you fantasize about the most with your mommy?”

“Cumming on her daddy?” Every time I said mommy or daddy, my cock flexed harder.

“Where do you want to cum on mommy?”

“Oh daddy.” I moaned. “Mostly her face, tits and pussy.”

“So you like cum?”

“Yes I like to cum.”

“No, what I mean is, do you like the taste of cum?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

“No daddy.”

“Are you close to cumming now?”

“Oh god yes daddy.”

“Good, close your eyes and make yourself cum all over your chest.”

With that instruction, I started jacking myself harder intent on getting off.

“Close your eyes son and keep pumping that hot tasty cock until you shoot all over.”

“Oh daddy!!!!!!! I exclaimed as I exploded. I felt my sperm land on my face, chest and hand as I pumped my cock to a extraordinary orgasm. “Oh daddy” I repeated.

As my orgasm subsided my father spoke, “Keep your eyes closed son and relax. Don’t move.”

I felt his finger on my cheek, he swirled the line of cum on my face until I heard him say “Open your mouth son and suck on my finger.”

Hesitantly, I did as I was told, I felt his finger pass my lips and I began tasting my own cum on his thick digit. “Taste it son and tell me what you taste like.”

It didn’t occur to me to how to describe it and he must have recognized that fact. He pulled his finger out of my mouth a scooped up more cum from my hairless chest and returning it to my mouth.

I tried to speak with his finger in my mouth, so he slid it slowly out until I could speak clearly.

“Slightly salty and warm daddy”

“Do you like the taste son?”

“I don’t know”

He must have walked away at that point, because he didn’t speak for about 10 seconds.

“Son, one thing you can learn is that there are foods that will help make your cum taste better or worse. Like pineapple will sweeten your cum and asparagus will make it taste worse.”

“Yes daddy”

“Keep your eyes closed son an turn slightly to your right. Then sit up on the edge of the couch.” So I followed his instruction again. “I see you haven’t lost your erection, very nice benefit of being young.”

“Yes daddy” I answered not really knowing what he was talking about.

“Now son, it’s time for you to take the next step. You still okay?”

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Chapter 3: Every Rose Has Its Porn

It was nearing Christmas and except for my adventure with Carlie and a couple of one night stands here and there, my sex life was all but over. I hadn’t been home in since I left, Rose had visited my parents twice and brought whatever money my parents could spare. (She always was Daddy’s little girl.)

The day before the beginning of exams, Rose called me over to help her study for a huge Political Science exam. Since I was the political nut of the family I had no problem helping her. I through on my jogging suit and decided to get a good jog in on the trip across campus to her apartment across the street. I also figured I could stay the night there and ride home with her for the holidays because I had exempted my exams.

Even though it was nearing the end of December, temperatures were still in the high sixties, so it was easy to work up a sweat. Maybe Rose would let me borrow her shower. Her roommate had moved out a month earlier so I didn’t have to worry about that. Apparently they had some quarrel about her walking in on Rose having sex on the couch. That would have made my day.

When I arrived at Rose’s apartment, it was nearing dusk and turning cooler, I had managed to work up a good sweat though and was looking forward to a cold drink and a shower. Rose looked as sexy as ever, wearing tight jeans and a tight sweater. Rose always dressed provocatively and it drove all the guys crazy, including me. Rose had the sexiest body I’d ever seen. Forget models, all a guy needed to do was look at her and he’d have jacking material for years. She had the tightest ass and the only thing rounder on her was her tits, which were the perfect size. They never appeared to sag or droop like most girls of her size and with the cool night air her nipples were perking right up. The most sensuous part about her though, had to be those puffy lips. She had the lips that a guy could just kiss all night… or invite to other places.

“Geez, bro, would it kill you to wear deodorant on occasion?” she said.

“I did, perfume de kiss my ass, you don’t like it? I replied. I am just like all the other horny guys on campus, don’t they CUM running when Rose calls?”

“Fuck you, Alex you are such an ass, are you going to help me or not?”

“Yeah, if you let me take a shower first… and maybe pour me something to drink?

“Okay, but be quick, the exam is early and I want to get some sleep tonight.” I stripped down as I entered the bathroom and turned on the water…her shower had a lot more water pressure than mine and it felt great against my body. I could have stayed there and let that hot water run down my body all night. As I began to exit the shower I started getting an erection…I think from feeling on the towel rubbing on my dick, or maybe from the thought of getting home to my sweet younger sister Kayla. Either way I was horny and not sure when I could alleviate the growing problem. Then it hit me, I had forgotten my change of clothes. I didn’t want to put on my reeking jogging suit so I called out to Rose.

“Hey, you got anything I can wear, like some boxers, I forgot my change of clothes?

“Well you could always borrow some of my panties, but I think they’d be uncomfortable on you at the moment,” she snickered. I hadn’t heard her open the bathroom door and was standing there toweling off my chest. I quickly covered up my body and she threw me some boxers she had tucked in a closet.

“A little late for that, and it’s not like I’ve never seen it before, remember we did take kastamonu escort baths together when we were kids…and it’d not like I am the only one in the family to see it.” She smiled wickedly as she said that, did she know about Kayla and me or was she talking about mom and dad. “Don’t worry, they are clean and they are mine, I just never wear them anymore,” she said. “Let me throw those in the wash so you’ll have some clothes for the trip home.”

That was a relief, the thought of another guy’s ‘boys’ hanging around in there sickened me. But the thought of my older sister’s pussy and possibly her sweet cum made me go to the roof.

We spent the next three hours mulling over the importance of having 3 branches of government and why each was so important. It was beginning to bore the hell out of me, one because I was more into political scandals and conspiracies than the basics, and two because well it was the basics…The only thing that made it interesting was catching a glimpse of her tits when she bent over to pick up a book…and it was a good look, she wasn’t wearing a bra and I could almost see her nipples. I kept thinking about Kayla and how great it would be to fuck her right now. I didn’t entertain the idea of me and Rose because, well that would be hard to work out during the break, trying to have sex with both of them.

Rose decided we should take a break and relax. She pulled out a cigarette and started smoking.

“Since when do you smoke, you know what those things do to you?” I said.

“If I needed advice on what to do with my body, I would ask a doctor, not you, twerp. But then again, I hear you do know what to do with a woman’s body.”

It was killing me now, what did she know? How did she know? Did she catch us in the act? Had Kayla told her on her trips home. I hadn’t heard anything from Kayla in a while so maybe so. I was a bundle of nerves. Should I ask?

“What the hell are you talking about, you must have sex on the brain?”

“Dear sweet brother, I guess since I know about your little secret, I can tell you mine, I know all about you and Kayla, all the time you two fucked and everything…so here is mine, the reason I am Tina moved out is not because she caught me screwing on the couch and we fought…it was because her parents walked in on us screwing on the couch.”

I was stunned. I didn’t even notice an erection had formed and popped out of the fly in the boxers. My sister was telling me she was a lesbian and that she knew I committed incest. “Do mom and dad know?” was all I could ask. “No and no, and if you keep your mouth shut they want know about either. Kayla wrote you a letter and being the nosey type I am I read it and decided to keep it for a rainy day. But Kayla intercepted the call from Tina’s mom on the machine and well, we have a deal. I gave her the letter back and she gave me the tape. So now we are all in this together.” I asked.

The new deal was as long as we all kept quite we were all safe, but if any of us mentioned anything to mom and dad all bets were off. I couldn’t help but be aroused thinking of Rose and Tina licking and sucking on the couch we were sitting on, especially since Tina was just barely 18 and looked much younger.

Rose and I went to sleep soon after and I kept thinking of those two beauties going at it.

I awoke in the middle of the night and heard soft moans from Rose’s room, I crept down the hall and peeped in on Rose. She was writhing in the bed with the distinct hum coming kayseri escort from under the sheets. On her television was a homemade porno of Rose and Tina undressing each other and kissing. I watched as my perfect angel of a sister knelt down and kissed Tina’s protruding pussy lips, even on the screen you could see the cum glistening on Rose’s mouth. It was great, I was getting so turned on by the sight I was rock hard. Rose then turned Tina around and started licking her ass and cunt at the same time. My sister was feasting on this girl’s body the way I did on Kayla. The screen went snowy then when it came back on, there stood my sister Rose in the bathroom mirror, and she was setting up the camera in the bathroom. This was getting weird. They began kissing again, and touching each other’s pussies. Then the sickest and most erotic thing happened. They climbed into the shower and I saw my sister PEE on Tina and Tina gulp it down! It was at that moment that my sister had an orgasm both on and off screen. I had been jacking so hard that I almost did too. I crept back to the couch and tried to go to sleep, but I was soon roused from the bed by the urge to pee. I habit most guys have after an erection. I stumbled into the bathroom and almost into Rose who was occupying the toilet.

“Get out!!”

I couldn’t help myself so I cracked one of my usual smart-ass comments.

“Just ain’t the same as Tina, huh?”

“What, get back here asshole.”

I had to walk back in and see her…Her body was even sexier naked…and in person. She was still sitting there. But her legs were spread and her pussy was glistening with urine or something else. She also had a bit of something on her lips. Had she sucked the vibrator when she finished?

“I take it you saw my little ‘theatrical piece’, Well…”

‘Hey, I thought it was great, well if you weren’t my sister, I’d have love to be in it.”

“Well…how about just for tonight, pretend I am not. Alex I have had sex every night for months thinking about Tina…and tonight I want something else to think about. Besides…we both are in a tangled web of lies.”

I didn’t say a word. I knelt down and started licking her pussy, pee and all. Her pussy was still wet from urinating and from cumming, my tongue just slid right into her cunt. I loved the feeling of my tongue swirling inside that hot pussy, and the combination of her piss and cum made the taste all the more erotic. She loved it too, evidenced by the swelling of her clit, which I began to suck gently as I had sucked on Carlie’s dick. It was amazing, I thought sex with Carlie was erotic, sex with my older sister in the bathroom after she had pissed was even better. I slowly made my way up her body and licked the nipples I had lusted after earlier. Rose reached down to grab my dick but realized I was not fully hard. “What is wrong here?”

My urge to pee had grown so much I couldn’t manage a full erection…I was beginning to get embarrassed by my lack of manliness, when Rose stood up.

“Maybe it would help if you did what you came in here to do. But not to ruin the mood, I hope you should try something new. I think it is time I had a shower. “

I knew what she meant and without another word she lay down in the tub and motioned for me to step in. I did, and with some effort I began to pee on her but it stopped.. I had thoughts of writing my name on her but that seemed crude. Like the whole thing wasn’t sorta freaky…So with my dick in hand I tried…Rose, seeing kıbrıs escort my difficulty knelt up and took it in her hand, and like a shower head or hose began to ‘wash’ her self off…it was great because I was getting harder and she was getting hornier.

As the last bit came out, she took my dick into her mouth and began to suck on it. Those lips were everything I had hoped for. For a lesbian she knew her way around a dick. She slid it out of her mouth and began to tongue my head making swirls around it. Then she would put it all the way in her mouth and suck up and down. She could tell when I was getting close to orgasm and would take it out to lick my head or my shaft. And then, when I couldn’t take it anymore, she gently took my balls into her mouth and began to caress them with her tongue and gently suck and bite them. She took them out and started blowing it again. I could see her full lips on my dick and it thrilled me. Those perfect lips were about to make me cum, and as soon as I did she stood up and forced some in my mouth.

“I knew you’d enjoy that.”

I picked up my sister and carried her to her bed. I sled between her legs and began to slide my dick in her. She jolted in excitement and before I knew it she had wrapped those long sexy legs around me and was pulling me in for more. She moaned with enjoyment and I rocked back and forth inside that steamy pussy. I kept looking at my dick slide in and out of that perfect pink heaven. Then Rose began tossing side to side in the bed, and screaming my name. That was the first orgasm she had had with a guy and the second of the night for me. I wanted to keep things going so I slid down and started teasing her ass with my tongue and kissing those well-tanned thighs. She loved it and as I started tonguing her pussy again she wrapped her legs around my head and pulled me further in…this time I concentrated on her ass. I had the idea that if I got her hot enough maybe she’d let me put my dick in that tight thing. Her cum had dripped down there and it was just as tasty as her pussy. She started squirming again so I knew my tongue was doing the job. I licked slowly up to her clit, it was supersensitive now and I knew she’d cum too quickly if I went in for the kill. So I teased her ass some more with my tongue and my finger. She loved it, so I continued until it was fully in her. The moisture from my mouth and her cum made it slip easily in and out of her so I used my tongue and mouth now on her pussy and clit…She began squirming again and I was sure she’d cum soon. She began bucking me off and trying to get me to stop but I couldn’t. I was too turned on…three orgasms later she managed to push me away. By then my cock was rock hard and I was ready to use it. She told me that she had never had anyone put a finger in her ass and she loved it. But she couldn’t imagine putting something as wide as a dick or dildo in there. After assuring her it would go, and telling her that she could be in control she agreed to try.

If you have never had anal sex, you should. It is great, and having a woman or man on top of you doing it is even better. Rose slowly climbed on me and carefully put my cock against her well-lubed ass. I slowly and gently pushed against her. The anticipation was building. I looked in the mirror across from her bed and saw my dick slip further and further into her… Soon she sunk all the way down on it. Her legs squeezing on my sides. She began working her way slowly up and down on my dick as I played with her nipples…soon she in a frenzy. She was totally FUCKING my dick…she was banging up and down so hard on me that we are actually making a clacking noise as our bodies collided…it wasn’t long before either of us came, and collapsed on the bed. I slowly moved from under her and licked the cum dripping from her pussy and ass…and I finished my job, Rose quivered with ecstasy and we both drifted off to sleep.

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“Only connect…only connect the prose and the passion.”
-E. M. Forster

*

“That’s just the trouble,” Zetta said, “people don’t really connect.”

“What do you mean, connect?” John asked.

They were stretched out side by side on the big divan as John complained about his love woes. Zetta paused for a moment, thinking, and then said, “So many of our relationships are superficial. We pretend to be interested in others we even say we love them, but it’s all on the surface, it’s all about getting something for ourselves.”

“You mean like Josie and me?” John said.

“Well yes, you’ve just been telling me how you feel about her, how when you’ve had sex with her you just want to get up and walk away.”

“But she loses interest as well as soon as she’s had her orgasm,” John said defensively.

“That’s just my point, darling, you’re not connected. I suppose you can say it’s the difference between love and lust; when you love someone you want to give to them, but when you lust for someone you just want to take from them.”

Zetta sighed and went on, “It’s like that with sex, if you love then after you’ve both had your orgasm you don’t want to separate, you want to be together and soon after you’re ready for more. Sometimes you might not feel like sex, but because the other person wants it you give it to them because you love them. It’s different with lust, as you should know. You say that when you’ve ejaculated into Josie you want to leave, you even said you feel disgust and…”

“But I do, feel disgust and if you want the full truth I think to myself, ‘You dirty cow Josie, letting me do that to you.'”

“That just shows you,” Zetta responded, “you’re simply not connected. I’ve never said anything to you before about it, but that was the problem with your father and me. When we married we weren’t really in love. Oh we thought we were but I suppose you could say that we were in lust, and that doesn’t last. We got to the point where we still had our sexual needs and tried to meet those needs with each other, but all the time disgust and revulsion kept growing.

“But that’s horrible,” John said.

“No more horrible than you and Josie,” Zetta retorted. “Every time your father and I fucked it started out okay, it was afterwards that we both wanted ardahan escort to see the back of each other, and in fact that literally happened, we’d turn our backs on each other. Just suppose you married Josie, can you imagine what it would be like?”

John gave a shudder and said, “It would be a mini-hell.”

“In the end you’re father and I simply had to talk it out. It was sad really because he was so potent and I’m very libidinous and we could always have sex, but it wasn’t enough and we both had the courage to admit it. You see my love, your father and I were simply not connected.”

“So that’s why you and dad split up,” John said thoughtfully, “you’ve never said anything about that before.”

“And I wouldn’t say anything to anyone else,” Zetta said decisively; “that information is for your ears only.”

She gave a gentle little laugh and said, “I suppose that shows that we are connected my darling.”

John seemed to digest this for a few moments and then said, “Do you mean that we really are connected?”

“Of course,” Zetta said confidently. “There’s nearly always a special connection between a mother and her son, don’t you feel that?”

“Yes…yes I do,” John said slowly, his face flushing slightly, “but it’s different isn’t it; I mean, me and Josie, you and dad, and what you said about being connected in that way?”

“Is it?” Zetta asked. “When you feel yourself connected to someone, or shall we say you’re really in love with that person, sex is only just below the surface, isn’t it?”

“I suppose…” John said reluctantly, as if unwilling to admit his sexual feelings for his mother.

“You suppose? Perhaps we aren’t connected John, or at least you don’t feel connected to me, because when you are connected you want to be completely honest with the other person.”

“But I thought that sort of love couldn’t happen between…between…”

“Mother and son?” Zetta queried, a smile flitting across her lips.

“Yes.”

“Of course it does darling, just look at all the times it appears in the media, you know, when it comes out that a mother and her son are lovers. The media love it, it makes good copy and people gobble it. I feel sorry for the poor couple that have been caught and adıyaman escort exposed, but I suppose you can say they should have been more careful.”

“You don’t think that incest is so terrible?”

“Not when it’s borne of love, or, to use my word, they’re really connected.”

“You said we’re connected,” John pointed out.

“Of course we are darling, and I also said that sex was always just below the surface, and that’s true, isn’t it?”

“I…I…” John stammered, but Zetta interrupted, “I’ll prove it to you. You like honey don’t you?”

“Yes, but what’s honey got to do with being connected?” John replied, puzzled.

“I’ll show you; go to the kitchen and in the bottom right hand cupboard you’ll find a jar of honey, bring it here.”

John rose and still mystified went to the kitchen, found the honey and brought it back to Zetta.”

She took the jar from him and lay back on the divan, her head resting on a cushion.

“Now open the front of my dress,” she ordered.

“Open the front of your…?”

“Just do it John if you want to know what being connected means, nothing is going to jump out and bite you.”

John still hesitated for a moment and Zetta said impatiently, “Are you going to undo them or do I have to do it myself?”

Surrendering his doubts John obediently undid the buttons, gradually revealing ripe pink tipped braless breasts.

“Mum,” he gasped, “they’re beautiful.”

“Pity your father didn’t think so,” Zetta said acerbically, and she took the lid off the honey jar and with great deliberation dipped her finger into the honey and then smeared it round one of her nipples, then doing to same with her other nipple, as John watched, fascinated.

“Lick it off,” Zetta commanded.

“You want me to…”

“Don’t make me have to always ask twice,” Zetta said, “just lick the honey off my nipples, and when you’ve finished you can give me a kiss.”

John leaned over her and commenced licking and sucking. The taste of the honey mingled with that particular flavour women’s nipples seem to have added to the excitement that had begun with their conversation about being connected. He licked and sucked avidly until no honey remained.

“Kiss me,” Zetta karabük escort said.

John pressed his lips to hers and the residual honey in and around John’s mouth seemed to glue them together, and then their tongues were licking the sweetness.

It was like no other kiss John had ever experienced with his mother, or with anyone for that matter, and it lingered long.

When they had finished licking the honey and each other Zetta said, “Take my panties off, but seeing John hesitating once more she said, “Oh never mind, I’ll do it.”

She wriggled out of her panties and this time dipping several fingers into the honey she smeared it liberally over her genitals and into her vagina.

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed she opened her legs wide and said, “Kneel and lick it off,” she said.

This time John didn’t hesitate, he knelt between her legs and commenced licking. He worked his way from the outside in as Zetta seemed to give way to the sensations he was causing. By he time he got to her clitoris she had her legs over his shoulders and her hands behind his head holding him tightly to her as she whimpered and sobbed.

“Ah God, God, don’t stop…oh…ohwaa…more, more…don’t stop…ooooh Goaaaah…”

After a series of violent jerks over John’s face, now covered with a mixture of Zetta’s love juice and honey she released him and said breathlessly, “That’s being connected, your turn, undress and lay on the divan.”

Because of his unsteady hands it took John a while to get undressed but he finally lay naked on the divan. Zetta again dipped her fingers into the honey and then smeared it over John’s penis, and taking it into her mouth began the process of removing the honey.

This was too much for John. Close to coming even before Zetta started to lick he cried out, “I’m coming…I’m coming…” Zetta ignored the warning and continued to lick and suck. John put his hands behind her head, held her to him, and shot his sperm into her mouth.

Zetta, unable to swallow all his semen, rose wearing a smile and honeyed cum clinging to her mouth. She kissed him again until the mixture had been removed, and then asked, “Do you feel disgusted?”

“No…no…”John said, “I feel…”

“Ready for more?” Zetta interrupted..

“Yes…yes I do,” John replied.

“Then we’re connected,” Zetta said decisively.

“Ah…er…yes…yes we are,” John replied with equal resolve.

“No going back once you know you’re connected,” Zetta said, “so fuck me.”

“No honey?” John queried.

“Not this time,” Zetta said as she spread her legs, “We’re connected so it’ll be sweet enough without.”

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CHAPTER 1

Turning into her driveway, blonde Kelly Dryden stopped to open the gates but by the time she was out of the car her passing neighbor, just three houses along Wentworth Avenue, was opening the gates for her. She moved forward to talk to Gus Matheson, calling out hi.

His green eyes raked her.

“God you look great. I love leather suits on women who also are wearing patterned stockings.”

Kelly flushed, not knowing what to say.

“I say, weren’t you a much darker shade of blonde earlier in the week?”

“Yes, how smart of you to notice. I’m just returning from having it highlighted.”

“Well it looks great.”

Gus began walking homeward.

“Wait, would you like coffee and a cookie?”

Practically all his very white teeth showed. “Is Don home?”

“He will be in about an hour.”

“Well I decline with regret, having no desire to set vigilant neighbors chattering.”

“It’s okay; I can wear that.”

“No a beautiful woman like you should not have her reputation besmirched. Thank you all the same.”

She was disappointed and said “Bye.”

“Bye,” he smiled.

At thirty-eight Kelly was no longer hearing anyone calling her beautiful. She had been once but good looking was about as far as anyone went these days. And yet Gus Matheson had bent the truth and said she looked beautiful, appealing to her vanity.

Kelly’s pussy seemed to twitch.

“Ohmigod,” she blushed, and thought about what Gus Matheson might like to do with her pussy. The guy was a writer and divorcee and husbands in the street with good-looking wives, and that included her Don, were nervous about him. But as far as she knew, there had been no ‘incident’. She wasn’t sure if that meant Gus Matheson was gay but the manner in which he’d looked over her body in her tight brown leather suit it was unlikely he was gay.

Until today he’d always acted neutral towards her even when they exchanged a few words when she was alone walking her white Scottish terrier Molly. He’d been to their place twice times when they’d had neighbors in for drinks and she’s talked with him socially at neighbors’ houses involved in the cycle of such hosting but Gus had never return-hosted. Why not?

After removing her suit and hanging it, Kelly went to the kitchen and looked at the Neighborhood Watch phone list. She called Gus, feeling naughty, knowing she was dressed only in fine lingerie.

“Hi it’s Kelly. May I ask why haven’t you returned any hospitality you’ve received from neighbors including me, or have I missed something?”

“No you are quite right nailing me as being parasitic.”

“Gus, for heaven’s sake. I didn’t label you like that. You said some lovely things about me fifteen minutes ago and I was thinking somewhat fondly about you and my mind came up with the return hospitality question. I’m sorry I jumped straight into it without preamble but it was loaded like one of those top-of-mind things. I was going to add if you wish you can use our house as the venue and I’ll assist you.”

“Well thank you Kelly but by chance it happens to be all under control. I have been waiting for the big one. You and the other couples and solos in our Neighborhood Watch group will receive communication in tomorrow’s mail. Oh Kelly bear with me for having to say this to your but it’s top-of-mind. I didn’t appreciate before but you have wonderful legs. I happened to look back as you hitched up your skirt to climb back into your car. Amazing legs actually. Bye.”

Kelly hadn’t said ‘Bye’ because he’d cut the call before she could get her mouth open. Also her mind was in emotional riot. Ohmigod, she thought. Gus Matheson is a legman. She hadn’t knowingly been in contact with a legman since college. Don like most men focused on the chest of women and regarded her as being, in his words, ‘superbly stacked’ which didn’t mean they had to be like melons. He’d married her as a result of her personality he always said to people who inquired how they’d met. He’d backed out of his family’s home and hit her car, causing extensive damage. She was shocked by the impact and her first words to him were, “You are such a great looking guy. I guess this collusion was meant to happen.”

Yes, she’d always been a practical person and saying pleasant things, even under provocation, came naturally to her. The fact she’d fainted immediately after that, momentarily leaving Don thinking he’d killed her, was beside the point. Well if Gus Matheson wished to have an affair with her that was fine. She’d always thought, probably since the first lonely day after her marriage, she’d like one of those. It appeared only two downsides were involved… getting caught and the eventual break-up that could be nasty, or so authors who wrote about such things in their books or film scripts made out.

No, she sighed. Kelly Dryden of 14 Wentworth Avenue had never had an affair. That denial felt like each day looking at an unopened box of La Maison du Chocolate. Well she only worked mornings as an archivist at Langdon Community Hospital. Providing vipsevgilim.com the kids were away at boarding school at the time, if Gus Matheson wished to feed her chocolates while doing unthinkable things to her any afternoon she was available then bring in on.

Kelly felt quite light-headed as she began preparing dinner, finding it difficult to believe of all the males she knew she’d picked Gus to perform the deed to dishonor her marriage.

Why Gus she whimpered?

Oh yeah, he’d noticed her hair, had fanaticized saying she was beautiful and, sigh, had noticed her legs. That placed him halfway in before she’d even really thought about it. Gus was halfway there because never since she’d known Don had he said she had lovely legs, not even when they were hooked over his shoulders. God, weren’t most men so callous?

Don came home looking a bit pale and Kelly thought a bit shaky. A couple of Martini’s fixed that. Then he unloaded. “We threw twenty-three people out of work at the plant today.”

“Oh god, how awful. And you dropped the axe on some of them?”

He nodded and turned to be hugged.

God weren’t men pussies at times? If she owned the plant where Don was director of production she’d close the whole damn show if necessary. Sometimes tough decisions had to be made. As an archivist with degrees in History and Library Science she knew that historically that’s how life was and some of the great fuck-ups in history had been caused by those with the call not having the guts to make it or failing to be ruthless enough.

That night she maneuvered and hooked her legs over Don’s shoulders before he ran out of steam.

“God we haven’t done it this way for a while?”

No Don and she were very aware of that but she remained pleasant. “Do you think I have lovely legs?”

He puffed, “Yeah they are okay… for a woman of your age.”

Miffed she squeezed down on his thrusts. Don disliked her doing that. He came, Kelly came and she pushed him away and went off to the bathroom.

“You made me come far too quickly,” he complained.

“I was being sympathetic,” she called. “You arrived home looking tired and distressed.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Thanks.”

He was asleep by the time she returned to bed less than three minutes later. So she’d been left to play with herself to get her off her high. Usually it required only a little massage from him to achieve the result she needed but tonight Kelly began thinking of Gus being in a sixty-nine with her and before she knew it she really went over the top and had to go to the bathroom again.

Ohmigod she thought, feeling secretions running down the inside of her thighs. You’re being a very naughty woman Kelly. In the bathroom she gave just the very sweetest of smiles into the mirror.

Kelly who worked from 9:00 to 1:00 arrived home next day and hurried in through the side door to pick up the mail off the black and white tiled floor behind the front door. In the kitchen she put Don’s mail in one pile, the junk mail in another pile for Don to peruse and attended to the household and her mail, leaving a big envelop in the household mail to read last. She made coffee and buttering a bagel with cottage cheese took that and the envelop to her TV chair and settled in to read the contents.

The commercially printed gold-rimmed card was addressed to all twelve couples and three solo home-occupiers in the Neighborhood Watch Group. It stated:

‘Gus Matheson invites all twenty-seven people listed above to be his guests at Drury Lane Restaurant this Saturday the 12th at noon for a champagne luncheon. Gus has been waiting for his big moment to come and it’s arrived. His 996-page book, ‘Living With Virginia’ is at present being printed in England. He has been advised that Mason-Malcolm Publishing believes it will quickly make it to its best-seller list. Virginia (real name Pam) divorced Gus six years ago and died from a brain clot eighteen months ago. Her death allowed Gus to base a novel on living four years with Virginia and coping with the four and a half years’ post-divorce and the year after her death, living just on memories and at times feeling her presence…imagined of course. He found closure six months ago. Gus has greatly appreciated the hospitality shown him by the Neighborhood Watch Group and as publication brings another kind of closure, this is his way of resuming a social life. He expects to soon resume work as a real estate agency commercial consultant. Gus looks forward to hosting you all this Saturday.’

There was a phone number to call to accept/decline but Kelly was fired up. She grabbed the lead and called Molly and minutes later knocked on the front door of Gus’ home.

“Oh hi, you are risking your reputation,” he grinned.

“Aren’t you going to ask me in?”

“Of course. You chose to take the risk.”

Once inside Kelly kissed him. Just a big friendly kiss and she didn’t push against him.

“What was that for?”

“For the time you endured in despair without biristanbulmasali.com Virginia.”

“Her name was actually Pam but out of consideration…”

“For her family, I know. And I also know the name Pam in a book title would not motivate browsing buyers.”

“You are very bright and may I say beautiful.”

“Kiss me.”

He did so, beautifully.

“We accept your invitation. By the way, say hello to Molly.”

“Hello Molly you lovely doggie.”

Molly sniffed the offered hand and licked fingers. That interested Kelly because Molly almost never showed a liking to men. She didn’t even like Don or his father or her father. Her favorite was women who had dogs.

Kelly said primly, “There are two more things to say.”

“Shoot.”

“If your publisher is confident this book will make its best seller’s list, I don’t want you to return to real estate. You must continue writing. They’ll be wanting your next manuscript.”

“They are already pestering me.”

“Well there you are.”

“Thank you for your opinion Kelly but I really don’t think…”

Kelly sighed and opening the door said, “Listen Gus. Men are not always good at making decisions that substantially impinge on themselves. They are great making decisions for other people. Please think seriously about my advice.”

“Okay I will.”

Kelly was out on the porch and stepping on the first of four steps when Gus said, “The other thing, you said you had two things to tell me?”

“Oh that,” Kelly said softly and not turning to look back. “That is not nearly as important. I’m ready to have an affair with you.”

She walked on in silence, smiling, knowing two green eyes were drilling into her back. When she turned to close the gate he waved at her and she waved back, not smiling. The no smile was meant to confuse him.

When Don had a cocktail in his hand he was told about Saturday lunch. “You better find a three to tee off early. I’m not going to that lunch alone.”

“What, a lunch is more important than golf?”

“Christ Don, our near-recluse neighbor is coming out. We must be there to support him.”

“Okay, there’s not need to use that language.”

Kelly handed him the card that Don read intently.

“Jesus.”

“What?”

“This book will be the greatest bore ever. A thousand fucking pages about a guy lamenting about his wife divorcing him and then dying on him and then continuing his grief afresh.”

“It’s called love.”

“Kelly I’d be hard pressed to write one hundred pages about life with you.”

“I can believe that Don,” Kelly said darkly. “But you are an engineer, not a romantic.”

Don grinned and said that because Kelly was the best-looking woman on the street perhaps she should give their big-writing author as taste of her pussy to tempt him back into associating with women again.

“Don’t be disgusting.”

Don grinned and dug his fingers into his wife’s thigh.

She said huskily, “Do you really think I’m the best looking women in our avenue?”

Licking his lips Don pulled Kelly closer and she came forward without resistance.

* * *

Dark haired Gus tugged at his erection. The thirty-four year old had been feeling in need of a woman for a few days. His sister’s friend Dinah was due home from vacation in a few days. On most occasions Gus only had to call her and they’d meet, either that night or the next. Her husband was usually out every other night.

He felt very warm and his breath became ragged as he wondered if Kelly’s pussy looked just like a peach, two smooth and slightly fat lips, or did the flaps protrude and hang down like Dinah’s? His balls ached and he felt pressure behind his eyes as he ejaculated. Fuck, he’d been sitting on the john with the seat down and the first and second streams reached halfway to the door. Whoopee, that distance was impressive.

Kelly Dryden was Gus’ favorite female in their part of the avenue. She was probably the sexiest as well, although he’d never thought of her as kindly taking his cock to appease him. She was pretty classy. No he’d like her because her personality matched her looks. She was always pleasant and wore her huge smile lightly and aimed it at everyone, not just him.

As far as he knew, she’d never focused on him. Therefore he’d not seriously thought of shafting her. Oh he’d thought about it but not as mission probable. God, a half an hour ago she’d invited him to fuck her. And it wasn’t because of the book or the celebratory lunch… he knew her manner had changed the previous day when he opened her driveway gates for her. He’d received an email from his publisher that morning advising printing had commenced and because of that he’d been walking tall. So he’d told Kelly she was beautiful and had watched in astonishment as she turned her blue eyes on him in wonderment and then gave him her greatest smile that turned his knees to jelly.

His cock had stirred, ready to crow. Well, whatever and then this afternoon Kelly had manitam.net called on him, walking inside the door to kiss him fearlessly. And then as she was leaving announcing she was ready to have an affair with him. The book and lunch announcements may have initiated that declaration but she would have been thinking about him and his dick since being told the previous day she was beautiful. Kelly was rolling close to forty and probably no one spoke to her fulsomely about her appearance these days.

Gus washed and dried his crotch at then turned and looked down admiringly at the farthest point of his ejaculation. Was that a world record?

He made lunch and took it outside. Although the season was racing through spring the sun was still weak but he was warmly dressed and it was the place to be drinking a beer and munching salad. He though about Kelly. Who should make the first move — him or her?

Where would they go?

Their houses were no good because neighbors would see something and suspect something was going on. That could be ruinous for Kelly.

Who the hell was responsible for making adultery so difficult?

His mind exploded. There it was, a vision of his next book, complete with working title: ‘BOOK TWO: ‘Virginia’s Replacement’.

Nothing of course in his new story would place suspicion on Kelly.

After lunch Gus worked on a proposal for his publisher. He sent it off and although it would have been 7:30 at night in London he received a reply from the commissioning editor thirty minutes later: “Go to it at pace. Quick sequels always succeed. A generous advance is in the mail. Don’t let me down. Grace’.

Feeling the need to talk Gus called Kelly.

“Hi. How will we accomplish it?”

“Gus? Oh god,” she whispered. “You can’t talk to me about that. I have two girlfriends in the next room.”

“I’ve run into a wall; it’s too hard for me. It needs a woman’s mind. Call me at your convenience. Bye.”

* * *

Kelly snapped her phone shut. God, Gus was going to do it with her and was now attempting to shovel the arrangements for an adulterous relationship on to her. Well she had been thinking her life was becoming a bit dull. She now had something to chew on. The prize for a satisfactory outcome would be chewing Gus. Chewing? Well she knew what she meant.

Kelly returned to the day room where Jocelyn and Maggie were slowly demolishing their slice of cream cake.

“You’re flushed — are you okay?” Jocelyn asked.

“Yes, I loaded a file this morning on to our section’s data-base without running the anti-virus and now I have infected our system with something called ‘You Stupid Bitch’,” Kelly lied.

Her friends looked horrified.

“Actually it’s minor and that’s the name our IT manager used when telling me what it was because the Latin name is near-impossible to pronounce for an IT person. She just wanted to check that was the only download I hadn’t pre-scanned. It is somewhat embarrassing because I’m regarded within the department as the perfectionist.”

“God, your work sounds terrifyingly complex,” Maggie said.

“Nope, much like buttering bread but I am required to be meticulous to ensure the integrity of our archives.”

“I’m not sure was an archive at a hospital is. Some sort of historical repository I suppose.”

“Of our records, yes. An excellent description for it Jocelyn.”

“Give me an example of its benefit.”

“Well Jocelyn if you were treated by our hospital for say an STD when you were at college, that might be of interest one day to a researcher attempting to discover how many students — male as well as female — that infected guy soiled and was he the primary source or was he just one of several carriers on campus.”

“But both times I was treated at our family doctor not at hospital,” Jocelyn and then tailed off, looking horrified.

“It’s okay Jocelyn, it happened to me, Maggie said. “Also twice but it was pretty minor, both times handled with one-shot antibiotic cures.”

“My scare proved to be thrush,” Kelly said. “I was so disappointed I’d not earned my badge of courage like you guys in getting anything from Trichomoniasis upwards.”

“God, we’re eating,” Maggie moaned. “Can you talk about something less threatening to the digestive system?”

Jocelyn asked, “How’s your new car Maggie?”

“Lovely but needs to go in because it has a noise in the rear end.”

“Probably an STD,” Kelly quipped and they fell about laughing.

Don went out bowling that evening with his pals so Kelly called Gus.

“Hi, sorry I couldn’t talk comfortably when you called earlier.”

Gus said that was okay and he assumed she was free to talk now.

“Yes, Don is out. Are you sure you want to do it with me?”

“Are you crazy,” he laughed. “Of course I do.”

“Oooh.”

He laughed even louder and asked had she ever had an extramarital affair?

“No but I don’t believe that ought to be the reason for not having one.”

“I agree.”

“Um…”

“Yes, come on, ask away.”

“Have you had any women since your divorce?”

“Yes, a few but only one reasonably regularly. She’s a married friend of my sister’s and accepts I need sex from someone.”

“Oh how sweet.”

“You are such a sweet person you cannot help but make comments like that, can you?”

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Hello. This is my first submission to Literotica – I hope you like it … comments are most welcome! Thank you x

You’re sitting at the table, and I come in behind you dressed simply in a black dress, with stockings, a suspender belt, bra and black heels. I lean down beside you and whisper in your ear – “Sorry I’m late – I couldn’t help myself …”. I trace my fingers down your neck and round to your mouth. They are wet and you can taste a familiar flavour as I kiss your cheek and then take a seat next to you.

You groan as I sit down, my dress rising and showing you the tops of the stockings, and the straps leading up my thigh. My hand on your knee, I look you straight in the eye and move my chair a little closer. You shift in too, and then raise your hand, curling your fingers around the back of my neck, never looking away from my eyes. You pull me in swiftly and kiss me hard, while still holding me firmly to you. Your other hand reaches across the table and pulls my dress down at the front, releasing my nipple from the silk bra it’s hidden in. You pinch it, and I moan into your mouth.

You pull away, look me in the eye and pinch it again, harder -“You should have waited …”, you breathe deeply into my ear.

You stand up with your hand still wrapped around my neck, looking me straight in the eye. You ask me if I’m hungry, and your spare hand goes to your zip, pulling it down you start pulling my head in towards your crotch. Your cock pops out and I raise my hand and lightly trace my finger up the underside fethiye escort of your shaft.

The grip on my neck tightens and I feel your cock pulse as I use my thumb to rub the drop of moisture coming from the top of your cock around the head. Still looking you in the eye, you pull me in closer again and my mouth opens as if I’m automatically trained. Your hard cock fills my mouth and as you thrust in, my tongue curls up to run along the base as you hit the back of my throat. Your other hand pushes your trousers down and then comes up to meet the other at my face. Your holding my head steady whilst I bob back and forth, taking you down my throat, each time taking you further and further. Without warning, you thrust in deeply, and hold my head in place …

You can feel me gagging, not expecting it, and struggling to breathe. I look up, and you can see the panic in my eyes lessening as I start breathing through my nose, and getting used to having a mouthful of you. Your grip loosens and I pull back off you, using my hand to continue wanking you as I swallow down, trying to catch my breath.

You pull me up and turn me around, pulling my hips hard against you and then whisper in my ear what you’re going to do next ….

Kicking off your trousers, one hand reaches around in front of me and pulls my dress up – the other one holds it up while you push between my legs with your knee and shimmy them apart.

Your hand goes instantly to my clit, and rubs it slowly gebze escort in circles, while you continue to breathe in my ear, asking me if it feels nice. I nod and moan, arching my back … and you stop suddenly. I feel you sliding down behind me and you move both hands to my hips – one just above my ass and the other working it’s way down between my open thighs. You push my back down so I’m leaning across the table, and just as I’m flat against it, you thrust two fingers up inside me, and your tongue hard against my asshole.

Your fingers twist and thrust in and out of me, and I’m writhing up and down on the table, pushing back on your tongue and moaning how much I want you to fuck me. Your hand still holds my back down, but you pull away and take your fingers out. You spank my clit gently, which makes me buck more.

Seeing that I like it, you stop completely and stand up, bend over me and grab a napkin from the table. You lift my head up slightly and put the napkin in my mouth, and pull the ends round, tying them roughly and catching my hair. I catch your eye and whimper as you suddenly spank my ass hard.

You push my dress up over my ass and grab your cock with the other hand – I turn my head to watch you as you pull my hips up towards you, guide your cock up and down my dripping pussy, and with one fluid motion, sink straight in to the hilt, making me gasp and push my tits against the table.

You pull out again slowly, and then start fucking me, building konyaaltı escort up speed as I push back against you – my hands knocking over glasses and screwing up the tablecloth beneath me.

Holding on to the edge of the table, I feel you grasp my leg and pull it out to the side and round your hip. I’m moaning against the napkin gag as you sink in deep and firm.

You start slowing down, and then stop completely. Pulling out, you tell me to turn over and sit on the edge of the table. I do as I’m told, shimmying my dress up around my waist as I sit down, legs open for you.

You hold my face and kiss me hard as I fumble for you, trying to pull you into me. You let me wrap my legs around you, and then I guide you back inside me. The thrusting starts again, harder and more intense – I can see in your face that you are getting close, so I clench up inside, knowing how tight it will make it feel for you.

You look me in the eye, raise your hand and slap my face, leaving a red mark that I know will still be there tomorrow. the thought of having a mark left on me under your hand pushes me closer and I glance up into your eyes, urging you to help me.

Sensing the urgency, you hock, drawing some saliva into your mouth, then spit it down onto my pussy, whilst pushing your hand between us. You start rubbing my clit firmly and fast, wanting me to cum with you. I start feeling it build and knowing how it will tip me over the edge, you reach over and grab my nipple, flicking it back and forth, taunting me and quickly getting me to the point where you want me …

My pussy clenches on your cock and pulses heavily … I can feel you pulsing inside me, drenching me with cum just as I’m flooding over your cock.

One long loud moan, and I eventually stop twitching. You lift your head from my neck, gasping as you kiss me ….

“Shall we order??”

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It was one of their rare and cherished Saturday’s together. Jean-Michel had already given Karin many intense orgasms. It gave Jean-Michel intense pleasure to cause Karin to moan and squeal as the orgasms washed over her wave upon wave. They were lying there in her bed wrapped in each other’s arms, skin to skin—relishing each moment.

“It’s your turn now!” Karin tells Jean-Michel as she slips out of his arms to retrieve their box of “gardening tools” as they jokingly refer to their box of love toys.

She tells him to keep his eyes closed. From the box, she retrieves a pair of vintage lady’s gloves. Jean-Michel has no idea what is in store for him. She puts on the gloves, and positions herself beside him. She begins to massage his shaft and lightly caress his nut sacks.

“MMMM!” Jean-Michel groans. “That feels good.”

Karin smiles, “You have no idea what I’m touching you with—do you?”

“Your fingers!”

“Well—yes and no.”

He opens his eyes and looks down to find Karin’s hands ensconced in the vintage gloves—and smiles. He tells her how soft it feels.

“There’s more,” she says.

She removes the gloves. From the toy box, she pulls a pre-World War II Japanese silk scarf—Jade green and rust in color. She folds it in such a way as to make a blindfold. She gently places it around Jean-Michel’s head. He promises that he can’t see anything.

Back to her box of surprises. She pulls out a bottle of Tingling Massage lotion—wintergreen scented/flavored. She pumps some into her hands and rubs them together. Again, she begins to massage Jean-Michel’s sabot shaft.

“Do you know what that is?” Karin asks him.

“No,” he says.

She leans over and blows gently, and the cool tingling begins.

“Ahh, now I do—it’s that tingling lotion. It feels good.”

Karin positions herself between his legs, and takes the head of Jean-Michel’s rod in her mouth, and moves down as if to take it all in.

Jean-Michel kocaeli escort groans with pleasure at the sensation of her velvety tongue as it teases his dick, and the gentle graze of her teeth as they slide over the most sensitive parts of him.

“Oh baby—fuck my dick with your mouth!!! That feels sooo good.”

She continues in this manner for some time. She massages and strokes his nut sacks while paying lingual homage to his shaft.

Karin still has more surprises for Jean-Michel. When she is satisfied that he is rock hard—as hard as blue steel, she decides that it is time for another sensatory treat for her lover.

She moves back to the box of surprises, and retrieves a feather. Of course, Jean-Michel, still being blindfolded has no idea what the next surprise will be. She moves up beside him and traces the tip of the feather down his cheek.

“It’s a feather,” he says and laughs.

She smiles to herself, and traces the feather down his chest and lightly grazes it over his nipples.

“Ohh,” he groans.

Down, down, his belly, around his navel and into his inguinal areas she traces the feather lightly over his skin. She touches the tip of his penis with the feather, and grazes it gently over the shaft.

“Ohhhh” he groans again. “Oh my God! That feels soo good.”

She continues her pleasure torture with the feather over his nut sacks, and then back up his shaft.

Jean-Michel tells her that the sensation is almost indescribable, but it feels so very good. He tells her when she has touched the most sensitive spot. She overloads his senses by strumming the feather over that spot again and again. Jean-Michel’s dick is definitely blue steel by this time.

Yet, Karin isn’t finished with pleasuring her lover just yet. Back to her box of love supplies. This time, she comes back with a bottle of Astroglide. Again, Jean-Michel is still blindfolded, and has kuşadası escort no idea what Karin is up to.

She positions herself comfortably between his legs. She puts some of the lubricant on her hands, and begins to massage his nut sacks and perineal area—purposefully avoiding his love shaft. Further down she moves her hands. She begins to digitally rim him with her index finger. He begins to moan. Karin looks up from her ministrations to his derriere to see the expression on his face as she begins her pleasuring of him. He has a smile on his face, and she is pleased.

She slips a finger inside him. He moans again. She pulls out, and slips her finger in again, a little further. Again, he moans. She moves inside him a bit further, and begins to move her finger along the edge of his prostate. He really moans this time.

“Is it all right if I put in two fingers,” Karin asks him.

“Oh yes!”

She puts a little more lubricant on her hand and very gently slips her index and middle fingers inside him. She can feel the external and internal sphincter muscles tighten on her fingers as she gently moves inside him.

She moves deeper, and Jean-Michel makes a louder moaning sound.

Karin asks him if he is ok, and he says that he is. She tells him to let her know if she gets too rough—she doesn’t want to hurt him—only wants to give him intense pleasure. He said he would tell her.

She gently strokes his prostate with her fingers. He moans those pleasure moans—so similar to her own pleasure moans in intensity—but on a deeper masculine timbre. Karin is finding that giving him pleasure the way he pleasures her is intensely satisfying. His breathing has become somewhat shallow and his moans more intense the more she massages him.

“Karin—I want to cum. Tell me how you want me to do it. There are so many ways I would like to do it.”

“Tell me, Jean-Michel, tell me the ways marmaris escort you would like to cum.”

“I could cum in your hand. I could cum in your mouth. I could cum inside you. Tell me how you want it.”

“This time—lover, I want you to come inside me. I want you to fuck me doggy style. We will get you to the point where you are almost ready to explode, and then I want you to fuck me hard from behind.”

“Yes I want to put my hard cock in your quim!”

At that, she moves her fingers a little deeper inside. He moans loudly. She must have triggered a nerve, because he raises his legs high, and she is able to fully massage his prostate. His moans become more intense as she delves deeper into his most inner recess with her very talented fingers.

“I feel it. I’m ready to cum now.” He says urgently. He pulls off the blindfold.

Quickly, they reposition themselves. She is leaning over the edge of the bed with her knees braced against the side, her legs open wide, and her torso down on the bed. He is behind her, and with his sabot, blue-steel love shaft, he plunges home.

“What do you want me to do?” He asks her again, knowing full well what she wants. He just wants to hear Karin say it.

“I want you to fuck my quim deep with your dick!!”

He holds her hips and they begin to move together urgently. Within a few strokes, they gain their rhythm. Each calls out with every inward stroke. Their movements become harder and faster.

“Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!” they are both calling out simultaneously as they cum together. He plunges again and again through his orgasm—calling out as he shoots more cum in Karin’s quim. She tightens her muscles and milks his shaft as she feels his hot jism inside her. “Ohhhhhhhh,” he calls out one final time and holds her hips tightly against him as the last of his orgasm passes.

He leans over and kisses her on her back, and gently withdraws. They tumble back into the bed together, holding each other tightly.

“Baby Girl—you’ve drained me dry—there’s nothing left,” he tells Karin.

They deeply soul kiss and then settle into their favorite spooning position—her back to his belly with his arm around her and his fingers resting lightly on her nipple, and drift off for a little rest—after their intense lovemaking.

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When I was in high school I feel in love with the boy who lived next door. Eric was one year older than me and had always treated me like a sister. We were always close but never as close as I wanted to be. I was so hung up on him that when Eric went to California to go to college I followed him out there when I graduated a year later. I never was able to tell him how I felt. Instead I hoped that he would figure it out by himself, but he never did.

After my first two years of college it became apparent to me that Eric was never going to be more than a friend. Here I was a junior in college, 20 years old and still a virgin because I had saved myself for Eric. I was horny all the time but I couldn’t find a guy that turned me on the way Eric did.

I began dreaming about having sex. I started reading stories about sex on some of the story sites on the internet, and for the first time in my life I masturbated. The reading and the masturbating helped a little but I felt that I needed to have sex with a man and soon. I determined I was going to lose my virginity but I didn’t know how to chose the right man. I was afraid that if I let some guy seduce me that he might get the wrong idea about me. He might think that because I let him take my virginity that I must really like him or that because I did it on our first date he might think I was easy.

As it turned out I didn’t have to worry about either of those problems. One day as I was sitting in the snack bar in the student union a professor from a class I had taken a year earlier stop by my table to say hello. Professor Richardson was about 35 years old, six feet tall and slightly balding. Other than that has was pretty average looking. I invited him to sit down and we talked about politics, he taught Political Science, for about an hour then he asked me to go have a drink with him so we could continue our conversation. We drove to a restaurant about a mile off campus and went into the bar. We talked, had a few drinks and then Professor Richardson, John as he asked me to call him, suggested we go into the dinning room and have dinner.

The evening had been quite enjoyable up to that point and I was wondering how it would end. When we had finished out meals John said, “My wife is away for the weekend, so I was wondering if you would like to come over to the house and ahhh….?”

John just let the incomplete question hang in the air. I had no doubt as to what he was asking so I said, “I’d love to.”

When we got to the house John gave me what he called the grand tour. After showing me all through the house John said that he wanted me to see his private study. We went out through the kitchen into the back yard. Behind the house was a two-car garage with an outside staircase leading to a room above the garage. At the top of the stairs John pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. John opened the door and turned on the lights then stepped aside so that I could enter. Inside the room was a beautiful antique roll top desk and next to the desk was a side table, which held his computer. On one wall were several paintings of landscapes. In the corner was an old pot bellied stove and in the other corner was a bed.

As I looked around the room John went over to a small cabinet near his desk and open a door to reveal a small refrigerator. John got out two bottles of Heineken and handed me one.

As we sipped our beers John turned on his computer and said that he wanted to show me something. John said that he liked to collect erotic photographs form the internet and he had a collection of what he considered to be the most erotic and he wanted me to see them.

Like I said earlier, I surfed the internet to find sites that had sex stories and so I couldn’t help but be exposed to some of the pornographic pictures on the net, but I had never paid any attention to them. I never thought of porn photos as erotic art.

When John began opening the files one at a time showing me his favorite pictures and explaining what he liked about them I began to see that they were erotic and I could feel it deep inside.

The pictures John showed me were almost all explicit without being crude. The first picture was of a man and woman on a bed. The man was entering the woman and was only part way in and he was looking into her eyes. John said, “What I like about this picture is the way the photograph seems to capture the couples love for each other. Look at the way he is looking at her. He wants to see what she feels as he penetrates her and she looks at him as if to say, ‘I am yours’. I love this picture.”

There were several more similar to the first. The pictures themselves weren’t always erotic to me, but John’s descriptions were.

Then there were the pictures depicting oral sex. One in particular struck me. The man was standing and the woman was on her knees. She had about half of his penis in her mouth and she was looking up at him. The only way I can describe the look on her face is izmit escort to say it was adoration.

John showed me pictures of threesomes, two men and a woman and two women with a man, all very erotic. Then he showed me pictures of gay men making love, which didn’t appeal to me at all other than from the standpoint of curiosity.

The last pictures he showed were of women loving each other. Although these pictures were beautiful photographed I was a little uncomfortable looking them. I really can’t explain why.

There was one photo in this group that I found interesting. It was of two beautiful women, fully clothed. One woman was kissing the other on the mouth and the one being kissed had a look of surprise on her face. I stared at picture for a few minutes and ran all kinds of scenarios through my head as to what was the story behind that picture. I was suddenly aware that John was laughing at me. Then he said, “I like that one too. I can sit for hours and try to figure out what that was all about.

When he had shown me all of the pictures John turned off the computer. He stood up and put his hand out to me. I took his hand and stood next to him. John put his warm hands on my face and gently kissed me then said, “Would you like to make love now?”

Although the question surprised me I had no doubt about my answer. “Yes I would, but I have to tell you this and you may not believe it, but I am still a virgin.”

John smiled and said, “I don’t know why but I suspected you might be. I’ll be gentle and make sure you enjoy your first time.”

John led me to the bed and began kissing me. As he kissed me he unbuttoned my blouse. I didn’t resist. I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted to experience some of what I had seen in the pictures and what I had read about in stories. John soon had my blouse off and my bra unhooked. When he put my nipple in his mouth it was the first time anyone had done that to me and it felt wonderful. Everything John did to me, every sensation was new to me so I just gave myself over to the experience. I did whatever John told me to do and moved whatever way he wanted me to move.

I was so horny that it felt like he was lighting little fires on my body anywhere he touched me. When he ran his tongue over my pussy lips I started to orgasm. I had brought myself off masturbating before, but it was never this good.

Finally when his cock penetrated me there was a moment of pain, and I grabbed hold of John and he pulled back momentarily then slowly began penetrating me again. Once he was fully inside me John stopped moving and gave me a chance to get used to the feel of his hard cock inside me. As the original discomfort subsided I began to enjoy the feel of having a cock inside me for the first time. When I told John I was all right he began moving his hips causing his cock to slowly move in and out of my tender vagina. What at first had been pain was now pleasure and I soon had another amazing orgasm. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his cock moving inside of me. When my orgasm passed John climaxed inside me triggering another orgasm for me.

John lay with me on the bed for a while then got up still naked and got us two more beers from the refrigerator. He came and sat next to me on the bed and as we drank our beer I stared at his limp penis. It amazed me that it could have been so big and hard a few minutes ago and so soft now. I reached over and touched it. John didn’t say anything, he just spread his legs a little to give me more access. I pick his penis up between my fingers and just kind of examined it. I turned it and bent it, pulled and twisted it so that I could see it from every possible angle. As I was doing this it began to grow. Only slightly, but I noticed.

As I watched to see if it would grow some more John asked, “Would you like to suck my cock?”

I didn’t answer him. I just bent over and as I got close to his cock I could smell the scent of our sex on it. I had never smelled semen before and I had never really smelled my own scent so what I smelled was totally foreign to me. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip of John’s cock with it. There was a little drip of his cum there and I picked it up with my tongue. I found the taste to be slightly salty but otherwise inoffensive. I again ran my tongue over the head this time sliding part way down the shaft, and then I looked up at John. When we made eye contact John said, “Take as much of my cock in your mouth as you can. Try to only touch it with your lips and tongue, no teeth.”

Because of it’s somewhat relaxed state I was able to take his whole cock into my mouth. John said, “That’s good. Now pull back so that my cock comes part way out of your mouth and run your tongue around my cock as you do this. Then slide your mouth back down the shaft.”

I did as John instructed and his cock started getting bigger immediately. It only took me a couple of minutes to get him completely bodrum escort hard. Then John said, “Now just make love to my cock with your mouth being careful not to hurt it with your teeth.”

I caught on to what he liked me to do very quickly and found myself enjoying the experience. As I continued to suck on his cock John said, “Now I want to teach you how to really please a man. I am going to climax soon and when I do I want you to try and swallow my cum. When you feel me starting to cum keep your mouth closed tightly around my cock and try not to let anything leak out.”

I opened my mouth just enough to say, “OhHey (okay).”

A minute later John said, “Here it comes.” The he grunted just as I felt the first squirt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I almost choked on this but was able to control myself. I didn’t swallow all of his cum but I did manage to swallow quite a bit. John told me to continue sucking and licking his cock until it was completely soft. As I did this he told me that I had done very good for my first time.

For the next hour John and I lay on the bed talking and drinking beer. When we finished our drinks John asked me if I would like him to make love to me again before he took me back to my dorm. I said that I would like that very much. So I had intercourse for the second time in my life then John drove me home.

A few days later John called me and asked if I would like to come out to his place again. I said that I would and he arranged to pick me up that evening.

When we got to his house there was another car in the driveway. I asked who’s car it was and John said it belonged to his wife. I asked, “Aren’t you worried that your wife will come over to see what you are doing in your office with a young coed?”

John said, “No. Janet never comes up here unless I invite her up.”

“Do you have women up her often?”

“Not as often as I would like.”

“Does your wife know what you are doing?”

“Yes, she knows. We have an understanding. Don’t get me wrong, we love each other but…. Well let’s just say we both have outside interests.”

That night John taught me more about how to please a man with my mouth and he pleasured me with his. These visits to John’s study became a routine part of my life for the next year and a half.

One night about six months after my first visit I arrived at John’s office to find Garrett, John’s graduate assistant sitting at the desk grading papers. I had come to look forward to these visits so I wasn’t pleased to find Garrett in the office.

John handed me a beer and I sat reading a magazine while Garrett and John went over the papers on the desk. Finally I heard John say, “That is the last of them. Put the papers back in my brief case and come have a beer with Kay and me.”

When Garrett had finished putting the papers away he got a beer out of the refrigerator and came over to sit with us. As we talked and drank I kept wishing that Garrett would hurray up and finish his beer and leave. Then John shocked me by saying, “Garrett, Kay and I are going to have sex now, would you like to stay and join us?”

I couldn’t believe it. How could he invite someone else to join us? I wasn’t quite sure which emotion was strongest at the moment, anger, fear, or embarrassment. Before I could say anything John said, “You wouldn’t mind would you Kay?” I am sure you will find the experience both interesting and enjoyable.”

I was about to protest when it occurred to me that John had been my sexual mentor for the last six months and hadn’t done anything to hurt me in any way so I decided to trust him again. I looked at Garrett and said, “If you would like to join us it’s fine with me.”

John took me over to the bed and started kissing me and as he did he began to undress me. When he had me naked he picked me up and laid me on the bed. John kneeled on the bed, opened his pants and pulled out his cock. I took it in my mouth and started to suck him off. This lasted only about a minute then John pulled away from me and said, “Take care of Garrett while I get my clothes off. When John got off the bed I saw Garrett standing behind him. Garrett was naked and his cock, which was slightly longer and thicker that John’s was already fully erect. Garrett just stepped up to the bed and pushed his cock into my mouth like he’d been doing it for years.

The size and texture of Garrett’s cock was much different than John’s and John was right, I found this very interesting. As I sucked on Garrett’s cock I began to think of the possibilities with two men in bed and the ideas made me hot.

When John came back to the bed he got between my legs and started giving me oral pleasure while I continued to suck on Garrett’s cock. After a short time John got up and said, “I want that mouth on my cock.” The John turned me over and had me get on my hands and knees. Then he got in front of me and fed his cock into my mouth. alanya escort As I ran my tongue around the head of John’s cock I felt Garrett’s cock sliding around the opening to my pussy. When Garrett pushed his cock inside me I jumped forward and almost choked on John’s cock. It took us a couple of minutes to get a rhythm going that worked for all of us. Although I was on the verge of orgasm the whole time Garrett was the first to climax. I felt his hot cum inside me just before John let lose in my mouth. When both men had drained themselves in me we all laid down on the bed for a rest.

John, being the good host got up and got us all a beer then asked me if I had had an orgasm. I told him that I had been close but I didn’t. Then John surprised me. He got between my legs and started sucking on my clitoris. I could feel Garrett’s semen leaking out of me but that didn’t bother John. The idea of him eating my cum fill pussy along with the pleasurable feeling he was giving me cause me to orgasm in just a few minutes.

After that we just kind of played with each other. I played with their cocks and they played with my breasts and pussy. Garrett was the first to get a full erection. As I was stroking Garrett’s cock John said, “I want to watch Garrett fuck you.” Then John lay down on his back and asked me to straddle him so that my pussy was above his face and my face was above his cock. John then told me to suck on his cock and as I was doing this I felt Garrett pushing his cock inside me. At one point the sensations I was feeling were different from any I had felt before. I lifted myself up and looked back between my legs and saw John licking my clitoris and Garrett’s shaft while Garrett stroked his cock in and out of me. As soon as I realized what I was looking at I began to orgasm. Only a moment or two later Garrett started to spew his cum inside me and John continued his licking and sucking from underneath us.

When Garrett pulled his cock out of me John kept right on eating me so I went back to sucking on his cock until we both had orgasms. We were all pretty much spent after that so we called it a night.

Over the next year Garrett joined us several more times but most of the time it was just John and me. I suspected, although I never asked John about it, that John and Garrett had a few ‘meetings’ without me. I didn’t really care one way or the other. I was learning about sex and my sexuality while being kept satisfied and there were no romantic complications. John loved his wife, in his way, and wasn’t interested in anything more than a little sex on the side and I just wanted sex without complications.

On the night before graduation John invited me to his house for dinner. When I got there I was surprised to find that it was dinner for three. When I came into the house John introduced me to his wife Janet. Janet was an attractive woman, late thirties, about five feet five inches tall which is about two inches shorter then me, and slender. Her hair was dark brown, like mine only darker. She had large dark brown eyes and a beautiful complexion.

As she greeted me I tried to spot any indication of resentment toward me but there was none. In fact she was very warm and friendly. As it turned out we had a good meal with good wine and great conversation. Janet turned out to be a very interesting, multitalented person. She was a writer and an artist. She had painted all of the landscape paintings that I had seen hanging in John’s office. She was knowledgeable in many subjects without being arrogant or a know-it-all.

After dinner I helped Janet clean up the kitchen. As we worked she said, “At dinner you said that you wanted to try writing for television, is that correct?”

“Yes. It’s just an idea that came to me over the last year. I don’t know if I would be any good at it but I want to try it.”

“You know it’s not like any other business. You can’t just walk into a studio office and say you want to apply for a writing job,” Janet said.

I said that I knew that and was hoping to get some internships or production assistant jobs while I take some script writing courses and then I will start sending my scripts around. I was wondering if Janet was trying to discourage me or just make sure that I was being realistic.

“I may be able to help you there. I have a friend who is an exec at NBC and I happen to know that she is looking for an assistant. If you do well in a position like that, it opens up all kinds of opportunities for you. Would you like me to call her?”

I said, “Would you really do that for me? That would be fantastic.”

“When would you be available to start a new job?”

I said, “Is tomorrow to soon? Actually I was planning on going home for a couple of weeks after graduation but if I have a chance at a job I would be more than willing to just stay out here.”

When we had the kitchen spotless Janet said, “Why don’t you go and talk with John, I have to run upstairs for a minute.”

John was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper and listening to a recording of some opera I didn’t recognize. When I entered the room he looked up and asked, “Did you and Janet have a good conversation?”

I said, “Yes, very. I really like her. You know, she offered to try and help me get a job with a friend of hers.”

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Ch. 14: The weekend together draws to a close

You’ll enjoy this more if you read chapters 1 through 13 of “Kim and Me” first.

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It was close to 5:30 when we returned home from the park. We were both glowing from the exercise and the romp in the woods. I was also still feeling smug about my hole-in-one, but I wasn’t about to mention anything, figuring it could have a negative effect on my sex life if brought up too frequently.

When we entered the house, the cats looked at us from the back of the couch with an expression of “Oh, you again. Got any food?” When no food was immediately forthcoming, they went back to sleep, figuring we weren’t good for anything of interest at the moment.

I set the Frisbees down and said “We should probably think about dinner, although tea, wine, beer, or spirits are also possibilities at this point.”

Kim thought for a moment and then said “That depends. What did you have in mind for dinner?”

“I hadn’t gotten that far. I’ve the ingredients for prawn vindaloo, but that’s fairly hot and I think I’d like something milder. We could stick with Indian food if you like, though: I could whip up my mother’s tuna curry. I make it the way she used to, with a pot of rice and fried green bananas.”

“That does sound mighty good!” Kim said. “How long does it take?”

“It’s as nothing,” I said. “I timed it a few times just to see: I can do it in 22 minutes if I hurry.”

“There is no need to hurry on my account,” Kim said. “You could take your time with this.”

“Tuna curry’s good, then?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay. What would you like to do this evening after dinner?”

“More sex seems like an awfully good idea,” Kim said.

“Always a winner in my book, too! What exactly did you have in mind? I would like to nibble you all over, personally, but we can probably combine that with anything else you had in mind.” I took Kim in my arms and kissed her. “But mostly, I want to spend the evening with you. This has been the most incredible weekend of my life and I don’t want it to end.”

“I love you, too. And I don’t intend for this to be the end of it, either,” Kim replied. “But until one of us wins the lottery or sells movie rights to a book, we’re going to have split up for a few hours at a time just so we can get work done so we can pay the bills and keep the cats in cat food.”

“True, sadly, but I have to say that you’re probably going to have win the lottery. I don’t see people queuing up madly to buy the rights to something like ‘Windows Server Administration Tips for Geeks Who Never Sleep,’ you know.”

Kim smiled. “Surely you could make it more interesting on the surface, like… uh…” She paused for a moment and then said ruefully, “No, I guess you can’t make it more interesting, can you?” She sighed.

“You’re telling me? High-end books for nerds sell well and I like writing them, but it’s not like they’re what I’d ever call ‘a cracking good read.’ I’d recommend them to most people as a sleeping aid.”

“I brought work clothes with me because I figured I’d like to be able to stay here tonight,” Kim said.

“I love the way you think,” I said. “Would you like to stay here? I’d love to spend a nice quiet evening in your mouth.”

Kim giggled and said “You sure know how to sweet-talk a girl, there, stranger. And yes, I’d like that, too.” She kissed me hard and then said, “I’m going to go shower quickly and change into one of those cute little kimonos. You should get to work on dinner. And tea, I think, to answer your original question.” She walked down the hall.

A moment later, I heard a distinct, “Oh, hell!” from the bedroom.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I called.

“Moisture!” Kim said peevishly. I thought for a second to put this in context, then realized that she’d noticed the large damp spot on her blue jeans. I snickered quietly, but not quietly enough. Kim came out of the bedroom, naked from the waist down and holding her blue jeans and panties.

“You knew about this?” she said.

“I had noticed that you’d gotten a trifle damp, yes, but I decided not to point it out to you because there wasn’t a lot we could do about it.”

“You’re laughing at me about this, aren’t you?” Kim said.

“No, not a bit!” I said, trying very hard not to laugh.

“You are a scaly weasel!” Kim said.

“Au contraire, my love, I figured I’d do you a favor by not mentioning it. You wouldn’t be self-conscious and draw attention to yourself, people might not have noticed, and you might not have noticed yourself, so then no harm, no foul.”

Kim moved much closer to me. “And did anyone notice?” she said quietly. I was about to respond in the negative when I saw her bite her lower lip.

“Yes,” I said.

“Tell me.” Kim dropped the jeans and panties on the floor and put her arms around me.

“When lara escort we were walking out of the woods and back to the car, you recall that we saw those three people who had been shooting the 9th hole while we were there in the woods?”

“Yes,” Kim said.

I reached over to the sink and rinsed my hands off, then wiped them off on a clean dishtowel next to where I’d been about to start chopping onions for the curry. “They noticed.” I reached between Kim’s legs with my left hand and cupped her pussy. “As we were walking out of the woods trying to look as nonchalant as possible considering we had twigs and bits of fir needles all over us, the blonde woman caught sight of the damp spot. It wasn’t all that large but it was nice and dark on the denim fabric.”

“Ooooo,” Kim said. She pushed herself into my hand. “Did she do anything?”

I was squeezing Kim’s pussy, feeling the puffiness of the lips and her mons. “She looked at me for a second with a question in her eyes. I nodded very slightly and smiled.”

“Oh, nice!” Kim said. She spread her feet slightly and I slipped two fingers inside her and started pumping her pussy slowly. Kim was still wonderfully damp from a half-hour before and she squished slightly every few strokes. “What happened next?”

“The blonde kind of nudged the redhead in the tank top next to her and I saw her say something. The redhead’s head snapped around and she stared at your crotch for a long second, then looked at me. I nodded again, then glanced off at the woods and nodded at the women again, then I glanced at you and opened my mouth and shoved my tongue into my cheek a couple times like this,” I said, demonstrating. My tongue hitting my cheek looked a lot like a cockhead bouncing off the inside of her mouth and Kim moaned.

“Oh, God, that sounds hot!” Kim was clinging to my arm.

“Just to show them it wasn’t all one way, I held up my hand just enough so they could see it and wiggled my middle finger like I was feeling you up. Like this,” and I wiggled my fingers inside Kim’s pussy.

“More!” Kim said. “Did they do anything?”

“They both looked quite inspired and as we were about 10 feet away, I pointedly picked a large twig from your hair and threw it off to one side. The guy hadn’t noticed any of the interchange until I did that but he didn’t know what to make of it. Right about then, the blonde put her arm around his waist and leaned over and whispered in his ear. The redhead was smiling as we passed. I’m sure they liked the idea.”

“What idea?” Kim said huskily. Her eyes were closed and was leaning into me as I fingered her.

“Well, I couldn’t quite say… but they all three waited until they were almost around the corner and I saw them suddenly duck into the woods together.”

“Oh!” Kim said. “Oh, do me!” She spread her feet wide and humped my fingers. I held on to her with my right arm and worked my hand deep into her pussy until she came, hot, hard, and fast. I held her for a moment longer and then let go of her carefully.

“It’s really kind of a shame to wash my hand. I do so love the way you smell. But hygiene does suggest this’d be a good idea.”

Kim hugged me tightly and said “You get me to do the filthiest things and I am amazed at how much I love this.”

“It’s all you, honey. You were born to be a trollop; you just had too much class to do it effectively without someone to drag you down into the gutters every chance they got,” I said.

Kim kissed me. She picked up her clothes and headed back to the bedroom to finish undressing for her shower. She paused at the door and said “You’re a pig.”

“Well, it’s a hobby!” I replied. We smiled at each other. I started water for the tea.

I’d made tuna curry so many times over the years, it was automatic. Wash the rice, add twice as much water as rice to the pot, bring to a boil, cover tightly, turn off, ignore. Chop an onion, sauté it, make a roux and thin with beer, add curry powder, canned tuna with the juice, the onion, salt, and a sprinkle of pepper, heat to a simmer, turn down, set that aside. Slice a few bananas lengthwise, fry gently in butter in a pan until browned, turn off the heat. Stir a cup or two of unflavored yoghurt gently into the curry mix leaving streaks, bring back to a simmer, turn off. Put the bananas on plates, cover with rice, cover that with hot tuna curry, and voila! Dinner in 22 minutes.

“It’s food, honeybunch!” I called.

“I’m about done. I’ll be right out!”

I put silverware, a couple chutneys and Indian pickles, and the teapot and mugs on the table. The plates went out just as Kim appeared, pink and slightly damp, wrapped in a cotton kimono.

“I’m beginning to think those are one of the best purchases I ever made,” I said.

“Where did you get them?” Kim asked.

“Would you believe at St. Vincent’s? Someone had dumped a whole rack of them, probably as leftovers from a clothing warehouse or something. They were gebze escort all new and there were half a dozen different patterns. I bought the four of these about eight years ago for like five bucks each. They’re incredibly comfortable and very pretty and they’re just the perfect thing in warmer weather or for light evening wear. They’re fine to sleep in, too.”

“I just love these!” Kim said. She twirled in front of the table, which caused the kimono to gape nicely.

“You certainly add a flair to them,” I said. “May I offer you dinner?”

Kim looked at the table and said “You weren’t kidding about dinner in 22 minutes! This smells great.” She took a seat and said “Is it spicy?”

“No,” I replied, “it’s actually quite mild. Very flavorful, but it’s a sweet curry rather than anything hot. Try the Major Grey’s chutney with it first,” I said, handing her a tall thin bottle.

Kim spooned pickled mango slices and spicy syrup on the top of her curry. She took a big forkful and chewed for a moment. Her eyes closed and she said “Mmmm, heaven!” She took another big bite. She chewed for a moment, swallowed, and said “It dazzles me how good a cook you are. Tell me, do you eat like this every day?”

“You mean, do I have steak and wine and brie, no. But yes, I eat tuna curries and angel hair pasta and lasagna and lots of other things that are all about this good. Winters see me making a lot of soups, too. And I can make pretty good matzoh ball soup.”

“I think I’m going to keep you around, even if it’s only for the cooking,” Kim said.

“We can work something out, I’m sure,” I said. “I do rent and lease. Even with an option to own.”

“Good,” Kim said. “I’d hate to see you unappreciated.”

I got up and walked to the refrigerator. “Would you like something to drink with dinner? I can make tea or you might like a beer with this.”

“Beer sounds very good. And what does the house recommend?” Kim said.

“Probably something light and really hoppy that’ll stand up to the curry.” I got a couple bottles of a local microbrew from the fridge and pulled steins out of the freezer. “This’ll do nicely.” I poured us each a glass and brought them to the table. Kim took hers and we toasted. “Prosit!”

“Mmm, this wets the whistle nicely,” she said.

We chowed down for a couple minutes. Kim was clearly enjoying her dinner and then suddenly made a little noise and held up her fork. A piece of fried banana was on the end. “That was a surprise!” She popped it into her mouth and said “That’s very tasty! I don’t think I’ve had fried bananas quite like that before.”

“They’re sweet and rich, but it’s not cloying like bananas Foster,” I said.

“It’s wonderful!” Kim scooped up another large forkful. “Dinner and dessert together.”

We finished dinner and leaned back. Kim had another large swallow of beer and then, somewhat to her surprise, let out a loud belch. “Excuse ME!” she said, somewhat embarrassed.

“The mark of approval for a good, spicy dinner,” I replied. I picked up the plates and silverware and put them in the dishwasher. Kim got up and put the condiments in the refrigerator and we straightened up the table. I wrapped my arms around her waist and said “Okay, kid, what would you like to do this evening?”

Kim hugged me and said in my ear “What have you got in mind, mister?”

“It’s Sunday, so The Simpsons is going to be on soon.”

“I cannot believe that you would stoop so low as to watch The Simpsons when you have me around.”

“Uh, a misplaced sense of priorities? Mens sana in corpora sano?”

“Try again, buster,” Kim said.

“Ummmm… I have admittedly low tastes in humor?” I said.

“You do, but I meant you should try again for entertainments,” Kim said.

“I could read to you,” I said.

“Really? What did you have in mind?”

“There’s a book I’m very fond of I’d like to share a piece of with you. And yes, it’s very funny stuff.”

“What is it?” Kim said. She was clearly interested.

“It’s called ‘Cry Me a River,” by a guy named Pearson. I heard him reading it on NPR a few years ago and I’ve enjoyed reading it to people for the same reason. It’s great stuff. It’s like Faulkner that’s fun to read.”

“That sounds like a lovely idea. Let’s curl up on the couch and you can read to me.”

“Tea is called for, I think. Go ahead and get settled and I’ll bring tea in.” I bustled about in the kitchen making a pot of tea. I heard the TV go on and, sure enough, I heard The Simpsons drifting into the kitchen. “Misplaced sense of priorities, dear?” I said.

“I never said I didn’t like them; I just suggested there were better uses of our time. This is just filling time while you make me tea and come in and read to me.”

“Uh-huh.” A couple minutes later, I returned to the living room with a tea tray. I set it down on the coffee table and said “Help yourself,” then walked over to one of the living didim escort room bookcases and snagged “Cry Me a River.” I turned on one of the reading lamps and sat down next to Kim. She turned off the TV, snuggled into me, and said “Whatcha got?”

“This is a very funny book about a cop in a small town in the Carolinas who’s solving a murder. What’s funny is not the murder, which is completely incidental to the story, but the observations about the people and life. There are sentences that go on for half a page. You know, like Faulkner. Except that it’s very funny. The author’s accent is pure Carolina and it really made it for me listening to him read the sections I want to read to you.”

“Fire away.” Kim lay down so her head was in my lap. I rested my arm on her shoulder and started reading from the first chapter. Sure enough, Kim was laughing before the end of the first page. I read for about 15 minutes and said “That’s a good example of how he writes. This is his best book, I think. I’ve read several of the others and while they’re good, they’re not as engaging as this. There’s another, longer section that I like reading, too, if you’d like more.”

“Yes, please! I don’t remember the last time someone read to me.”

“Okay. Need a pause for tea?”

“Yes, please, one second.” Kim sat up and had a large swallow of tea from her cup. She leaned forward and kissed me hot and sweet for a moment. Kim took another swallow of tea, then settled back in and said “Okay, more, please.”

I read Kim much of chapter 2, where the protagonist recounts how he was sent out on a strange house call by his fellow deputies shortly after joining the local force to take him down a notch. Kim spent a good deal of the next half hour chuckling with her head in my lap, periodically exploding in laughter at some of the particularly funny sentences. At one point, I said “Listen carefully; this is all one sentence,” and proceeded to read for about a minute and a half. At the end of it, I said “Impressed?”

“Yes, very! That was all one sentence?” Kim said.

“Yup.” I continued to the end of the chapter and closed the book.

Kim snuggled in a little more and wrapped her arms around me. “That was wonderful! What would you like to do now?” Kim’s kimono had fallen open long ago and she hadn’t been concerned about shutting it, so most of one breast was exposed, as was a broad patch of skin from her tummy, down past her pubic hair to her left thigh. I put my hand on her breast and moved it up and down her tummy and chest slowly.

“We have eaten, we have drunk, and it’s way too early to go to sleep. We can stay here and channel-surf, or check out any number of things of a prurient nature on the Internet, or we can watch the movies we rented, or watch a video of something else.”

“I’d like to do something sexy with you,” Kim said. “You’re my favorite plaything and I don’t want to stop playing with you.” She pushed herself up slightly so I could reach lower. I moved my hand down and curled my fingers in her pubic hair. Kim started unbuttoning my shirt and said “It’s not fair, you know; you’re still dressed and here I am in a kimono.”

“What’s unfair about that?” I replied, cupping her pussy in my hand and squeezing gently.

“It means that I’m far more accessible than you.”

“I’m still not sure I see the problem.”

“I like playing with you, too, you know.” Kim finished unbuttoning my shirt and pulled it open. She sat up slightly and sucked on my right nipple. I cradled her head to my chest.

“I’m overwhelmed with the weight of your arguments,” I said. “In the ‘doing something sexy’ category, have you got a preference?”

Kim said “Hmmmm” without stopping what she was doing to my nipple. After a moment, she said “I think I’d like to do things online. We can see if there’s someone on the webcams. I think I’d like to do things with you or maybe just to you in front of an admiring audience.”

“Okay! Give me a moment to get into a kimono, too; I think it’ll make things easier.” I kissed Kim and got off the couch and went to the bedroom. I shucked off my clothes and slipped on a kimono. I stopped in the bathroom for a moment for a pit stop and then gave myself a quick wash with a washcloth. Kim had already gone downstairs.

“More tea, honey?” I called downstairs.

“I forgot mine; yes, please, John!”

I poured tea for me and more tea for Kim, then headed downstairs. Kim had already logged in to Phil and Betty’s reflector. Much to my pleasure, Kim had the camera on her face and chest, which was largely uncovered although her nipples were still hidden by the kimono. As I had expected for this time on a Sunday evening, there were a lot of people online. There were a number of people from the other evening who were expressing their pleasure at seeing Kim online again.

I said “I think I’d best get a couple towels.” I walked into the laundry room and grabbed the three biggest, softest bath sheets from the dryer and came back to the office. I skimmed the list of participants. Lynn was there as were Bill and Ginger, but not Honeybare. Both Betty and Phil were on, though, which was a pleasure. I was flattered that so many of the eyes were on the list: we were being watched by nearly everyone.

“Everyone’s watching us, Kim,” I said.

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Cheryl naturally woke around 8:15. What was it that allowed her to sleep in later down here? Back in Dayton she rose almost religiously by 6:30, so she could plan her day out before it started. Here, of course, the only planning necessary was what she was going to wear, and it didn’t take a lot of thought! She opened the window to hear the sounds of birds and people talking.

As she performed her toilet, she thought about the chamber she was staying in. She’d reserved a rather inexpensive room, since then she’d been in three others: Wes & Pat’s, which was only a little better appointed than hers, but it did have a view of the sea, Steve and Alexis’ were in the swim-up suite, and then the wonderful overwater bungalow. If she ever returned here would she want to upgrade her room? Was it really necessary? Not really, she had access to all of the resort, and she’d not spent any time at all in the room. Okay, that first day she’d brought Wes over here, but he wasn’t interested in the view, only the bed. She smiled delightfully at the memory.

Maybe, if she came here with a guy, someone who was into these things. Yeah, if it happened a better suite would be nice. And good lord, she had the money, thanks to the two-timer she was once married to.

Dressed, which meant only bikini bottoms, cover up and sandals – would she ever get used to wearing a bra again? – she headed out the door, only to find a laundry bag with last night’s clothes in it on the step. “We had such a good time!” said the scrawl on the outside of the bag. How thoughtful!

Cheryl headed for the breakfast buffet, found a small table by the hedge separating the restaurant from the lawn. She was getting used to the stares of the other people, a single woman in this environment might as well have a flashing sign! As appropriate, she either ignored them or smiled winsomely, wondering if they were wondering if they were invited to introduce themselves, and possibly more. She’d have to develop this skill, particularly if she ever decided to visit a swing club back in Ohio.

Half a grapefruit, toast, she splurged with an omelette today. After all, she was on vacation, right? She was just pouring herself another cup of coffee when she heard, “Cheryl!”

“Hey, Wes, how are you? Come join me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He was dressed in swimtrunks and a t-shirt, it took him a couple moments to go around and enter the buffet, grab coffee and a danish. “So what are you up to today?”

“Haven’t a clue,” Cheryl said, “I’m sure I’ll find something. What are you and Pat doing?”

“She always wanted to try rock-climbing, there’s a class. I’m going to take a sail. You seemed to enjoy it the other day, want to join me?”

“Sure, why not?” They left the eatery, walked together to the water sports area. In the bright light of day, there was only a faint glow of erotic desire, the kind that never quite leaves a woman and man who are attracted to each other. But neither of them had designs in the gleaming morning, it was just a slow burn. They threw their non-essentials into a locker, they took the boat out clothed only in trunks and bottoms.

Once out of the lee of the land, the breeze skipped them like a stone over the bay, when Wes found she liked it he pointed the craft directly into the incoming escort sultanbeyli waves. “I was in an earthquake once,” Cheryl said, “this is sort of the same motion.”

As they sailed, Wes asked, “You’ve been enjoying yourself down here?”

“Quite a bit.” She gave a mischievous grin alerting Wes she hadn’t spent the nights with a book.

“That first afternoon, you were kind of nervous.”

“But I was willing, wasn’t I?” Cheryl laughed, not an iota of chagrin in her demeanor.

Wes smiled back. “You said you were looking to expand your horizons, I assume you’ve accomplished your mission. What have you learned?”

Cheryl thought. “Well, for starters, I always thought swingers were all beautiful people and were snooty. Believe it or not, I was worried I wouldn’t fit in. I haven’t had that problem at all, most of the people I’ve met down here are very nice. You and Pat right up at the top, I might add.”

“Thank you!”

“Another thing I’ve learned is I like girls. You know Pat was the first girl who ever touched me. And last night I met a couple and the woman and I had a great time.” By now, she knew her face was flushed and her nipples hard, a little from embarrassment, more from the remembrance of Alexis’ and Pat’s attentions.

“Let’s see, what else have I learned? Nothing, I guess. Well, maybe. Just coming down here has opened my eyes. I’d like to continue in group sex when I get home, but it’s going to be difficult.”

“Why?” Wes asked.

“Well, my ex-husband was a business owner and we were very active socially. I got kicked out of the country club, they don’t want divorced wives hanging around and tempting the husbands, but I’m still a member of a downtown club. I’m on the board of three charities, I play bridge, all of the social scene. Can you imagine what would happen if I was at an orgy some night and somebody I knew saw me?”

They both laughed at the notion. “Well, there’s ways to find people for small gatherings that are pretty anonymous until you actually hook up. Pat and I have similar problems, if you want, we can help you. And you probably don’t want to go to a swing club right in Dayton. Do they have any in Dayton?”

“I have no idea.”

“But I’m sure they’ve got them in Cincinnati and Columbus. So let’s suppose you go one night. Probably, no one will be there you know.”

“But what if there is?” Cheryl asked.

“Pat and I have probably been to clubs a few dozen times. We only bumped into people we knew once.”

“What happened?”

“It was a former boss of Pat’s, it was early yet, she was still clothed, more or less. She skittered away from them and told me. A little later he and his wife came over, said hello. And that was that. You know, most people at clubs don’t want to be outted any more than you do. It’s not much of a problem. But I understand your concern.”

Suddenly, the clouds over the adjoining headlands turned dark, the wind whipped up. Try as he might, Wes couldn’t get the cat to head in the right direction, the boat flipped.

Both of them were swept off the port side, Wes helped Cheryl grab on to a line hanging off the capsized dinghy, for not more than three minutes they were deluged by thick raindrops pouring escort şerifali madly from the cloud. Cheryl was frankly fearful, the closeness of Wes and his apparent calmness soothed her.

As quickly as it started, the sky cleared, they were bathed in sunlight. “How do we get out of this?” Cheryl asked.

“No problem. If I worked real hard, I could probably get the boat righted. These sunfish are just meant for toddling around, they’re not very weather proof. But the resort staff is watching us from the shore, they’ll send a motor boat out. This has happened to me before.”

Wes didn’t seem worried, so Cheryl didn’t either. Instead, she realized the side of her breast was poking into Wes’s chest, in other circumstances it might lead to something more, but Cheryl was concerned about holding onto the rope, and her unstated – and unwarranted – fear of sharks. After awhile, it actually became a little fun, floating in the water four hundred yards from shore. Soon enough, a speedboat came by, the deckhands easily got the cat upright, Cheryl and Wes were invited aboard the motorized vessel while one of the guys sailed their boat back to shore.

The two went to the main pool, took a dip, approached the swim up bar for the first drink of the day. “To being immersed!” Wes toasted, Cheryl wondered if it was a double entendre. They found lounge chairs, slathered each other with oil, were relaxing when Pat found them. “Oh, it was great!” she exclaimed, “I only fell three or four times, and I finally made it up to the top. Fifty feet!”

They were hungry and decided to order lunch. While they were eating at a pool-side table, Jacki and Russ came by. “Oh, hi!” They were introduced to Wes and Pat, a few words of chatter passed. “Hey, I was hoping we’d bump into you. We’re having a soiree at our place tonight, we got the resort to cater a buffet, the chef is going to be grilling sea bass and steaks. You should come by!”

“Sure,” Cheryl agreed, “what time?”

“Oh, anytime after eight. Who knows how long it will last? And if you know anybody else, invite them along too. You’re coming, aren’t you?” The last was directed at Wes and Pat. “We’re in the overwater bungalows, room 7. Right at the very end of the pier.”

“Sure, we’d love it.”

As they strolled away, Pat said, “Down, rover, she wasn’t that good looking.”

This was apparently a routine the couple had developed. “Damn if she wasn’t. Look at those legs. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t like a shot at Russ.”

Cheryl slyly inserted herself into the mix. “He’s pretty good!”

“Oh, really!” Pat yawped. “Kiss and tell. Come on, girl.”

Cheryl gave the abridged version of how she’d met the group over dinner then headed back to their place for a swim. She explained the mystery of Jacki and her two husbands.

“Damn right we’re going over there!” Pat said. “Tell you what, why don’t we pick you up around 8:15.”

“No, I’ll come over your way, it’s closer to the pier. And listen, I may bring another couple with us. That won’t bother you, will it?”

“Of course not! Girl, you been busy.”

Sometime later, Cheryl was alone, Wes and Pat had plans for the afternoon. After she’d swung by Steve & Alexis’ room and found they weren’t escort söğütlüçeşme in, she dropped a message in their voicemail. “Hey, there’s a party tonight, you’re invited. Call me if you’re interested.”

It still wasn’t even 3:00, she headed out, swam a bit in the pool, had another drink, got into a volleyball game. One partner in particular seemed attracted to her, he softly bumped into her a little more than was required, patted her fanny suggestively when she made a good shot. She probably would have been interested, but she was running out of time. Ah, well.

It was after dark, she was blowdrying her hair, the phone rang, it was Alexis. “Hi, we got your message. We rented a car and driver, took a tour of the island.”

“No problem. Hey, listen, there’s this party tonight at an overwater bungalow, I know the people, they said to invite you. Want to come?”

“Oh, we’re bushed. When does it start?”

“In about an hour, but it’s a buffet. Come whenever you want.”

“Okay, we’ll try to make it. We’ll probably be a little late.”

Just after Cheryl stepped out of the preparatory shower, she heard a knock on the door. “Who’s there?”

“It’s Pat.”

“Is Wes with you?”

“No, I’m alone.”

Cheryl wrapped herself in a towel, let Pat come in. “Wow, you’re a knockout!” she complimented.

Pat was wearing a black skirt, short and with a slit up the front. When she sat, the slit nearly reached the important stuff. But the kicker was her blouse, a wide net of silvery hue hiding nothing of Pat’s charms. In fact, her nipples poked through the mesh.

“Listen, I just wanted to make sure you’re up for this.” Pat worried.

“Up for what?”

“Well, I suspect this is going to be a full out orgy. I imagine there will be a lot of sex, if you want to engage in it you might not know the person you’re with. Or persons, if you know what I mean. Do you think you want to get into that scene?”

“Wednesday morning, I might have said I wasn’t sure. Now, well, yeah! I guess. Does it mean I have to do anything anyone else wants?” Cheryl grinned. “That’s not necessarily a deal breaker, you understand.”

Pat laughed with her, anticipating the revelry. “No. In fact, you might want to pace yourself. If you don’t keep your wits about you, it can get pretty fast and furious. I got real drunk one night at a thing like this, and there was pot around too, and I did a couple of things I’m still not real proud of. I don’t want to see you make the same mistake.”

Cheryl was making herself up in the mirror, the girls continued to talk. “So, what’s your advice?”

“Keep your head, don’t do anything you don’t want to, and have somebody watching out for you. Wes and I will be happy to be your chaperones, if you want.”

“Okay, mom,” Cheryl giggled, “do I have to drink Diet Pepsi all night?”

“Do whatever you want to. If you decide you don’t want to do something, or there’s someone you don’t want to do it with, just say no. You might have to be firm, you might even have to raise your voice. But say it. And if you’re in trouble, find Wes or I. Or catch our eye – we’ll be watching, although we’ll have our own fun – and give us a thumbs down.”

“Sounds good.”

“So, what are you wearing?” Pat asked, rummaging through closet. They jointly decided on a black dress that fitted Cheryl’s form softly, yet showed all her curves. It was decorated with large pink tropical flowers and dark palm fronds. Her shoulders were bare underneath thin straps, other than stud earrings, she wore no jewelry. “It’ll just get lost,” Pat advised.

Then, they left the room, eager to meet their doom.

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It was a special day for them.

One year ago they stumbled onto each other in an online chat room. Since that day, life had changed so much for both of them. He was 57 now, she was 33. Both were married.. although she and her husband had separated about 3 months ago.. Both were parents. She had two small children 6 and 3. His daughter was 36, three years older than his lover. Something in this alone turned them both on.

The relationship had grown incredibly strong over the past year. They had shared in many things.. saw each other through some rough times and shared in many good times as well. They had met several times over the year. It would be their 9th encounter just a week from today.

She sat alone in her quiet house. She had taken the kids to their fathers house earlier that evening. She reflected on all of those times they were together, wishing more than anything on earth that she could be with him today. She imagined him sitting on his sofa, next to his wife in his apartment, 550 miles away from her, longing for the same thing. It had been a very sad day for her. Despite all the activities of the children and family functions, all she could do was think of him, miss his touch, yearn for his voice. She tried many times to distract herself with something but nothing could take her mind off of him.

They had an amazingly comfortable relationship. They were very open with each other about sex. Both were aware of the others special turn ons, and both strived to fulfill the others sexual needs and wants. Since the relationship was one of distance, sometimes it was necessary to be creative in order to do that. They spent a lot of time talking on the phone, sometimes even hours a day.. sharing their lives, their fears, their fantasies. They had become very accustomed to the sound of the others voice and laughter, breathing and moans.

She was completely taken with him. He was unlike anyone she had ever known before. He was kind and considerate of her feelings and receptive to her needs. He made her feel so empowered and so sexy. He made love to her like she was the only woman in the world that mattered. His every touch was placed so perfectly and absolutely drove her mad with desire for him. When he whispered his fantasies to her he could bring her to the edge of ecstasy and as she touched herself he would experience one climax after another after another with her.

It had been a couple of hours since she had received a text from him and it was driving her crazy to think that she would have to go all night without hearing something. She longed for sexual release. The need to hear him cum for her was unbelievable tonight. While the thought of teasing her clit with her own soft fingers tempted her, she would hold out as long as possible for her lover. There was nothing in this world that could satisfy the desire within her like he could.

She thought back on all the times he had taken her to some beautiful, dark place in his mind– Journeys of unmatched eroticism. He had gotten to know her deeply guarded fantasies and desires through these trips they had taken together over the past year. She had responded so willingly to his voice the first time he asked her to masturbate for him on the phone. Having never done anything like that before, she had even surprised herself at how easily she was excited by this. It fueled her already intense desire for him even more.

She glanced at the clock near her bed and saw that it was already 1:00 am.. She knew the chances of him calling her lessened the later the night got and already a feeling of loneliness had crept inside of her. She always felt an overwhelming sadness when he didn’t call. Just as she sat down at her computer to write an email to him, telling him how badly she needed him, there was a soft knock on her front door. Startled by the sound and puzzled by the lateness of a visitor she pulled her robe on over her naked body and walked silently to the top of the stairs leading to the front door of her house.

The porch light illuminated the darkness and she saw his hand on the frame of the door outside. There was no mistaking that hand. It was the same hand she had kissed over and over again.. the same hand whose fingers had so lovingly offered her a taste of her own juices.. the same hand that explored her body and sent her into a place of sheer ecstasy and desire. She ran down the stairs and hurriedly opened the door to find her lover standing right in front of her. A captivating smile crossed his face as the look of surprise on hers made him laugh softly. “Happy anniversary, babygirl” he said to her.

She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into her house, kissing his lips as she pushed him back into the door closing it. Already the wetness inside of her had begun to increase. Her tongue parted his lips as he eagerly began to softly suck on her bottom lip. She couldn’t believe he was there. Numerous questions flooded her mind and she tried to ask him but the taste of his tongue in her mouth clouded her thoughts and her body gave in to the warmness he provided her.

As his kisses made their escort soğanlık way from her mouth to her neck his fingers untied the satin belt that held her robe around her. He slid his hands inside of it. The coolness of the satin material brushing his skin and the warmness of her soft body in his hands instantly caused his cock to become swollen with desire. She could feel this too as his hardness pressed into her stomach through his pants. His longed for kisses trailed from her neck to her chest as it heaved with the heavy breathing he had caused. She turned her head downward so that it was close to his face. Her hot wet breath caught his ear and he moaned softly as she whispered how badly she wanted him inside of her. “God baby, I have been thinking about you all day. Needing to feel you, wanting to have you. Aww, I miss you so much my sweet sweet baby”.

He loved the sound of desire in her voice. The way that it resonated in her throat made her voice a slight bit softer, a little breathless sounding and god, so innocent. He could always tell how ready she was for him to take her to new heights by the sound of her voice. It had been there from the very first time he spoke to her in such a loving, lustful way. “I’ve been thinking of nothing but your beautiful body for nine hours. My whole drive up here I have been so thirsty to taste your sweet nectar.” This thought alone was enough to make the wetness inside of her so much more. She felt a drop of her own juices trickle down the inside of her thigh and pulled him closer to her body. Her intense need for him was evident in the way her mouth kissed his.. so full of urgency and wanting.

He took her hands in his and led her up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom. She had already begun to make preparations for his much anticipated phone call and so had her favorite toy laid on the bed. When he saw the bright pink dildo he knew she was so fond of he smiled at her, “Awww… you weren’t gonna start without me were ya?”.

She walked to the closet and took something from a box on the top shelf. He looked at her and wondered what she had planned for him tonight. She stared into his eyes as she let her robe fall to the floor. God damn, she loved the way he looked at her naked body…as if he just wanted to devour every inch of her. She crawled across the bed on her hands and knees and stood up on her knees to unfasten the button on his pants. She pushed them down and let them fall to the floor allowing his hard cock to escape the confines of his clothing. She looked down at his underwear and noticed a huge wet spot where the precum from his dick had started to pool. This stoked the fire inside of her and a small, almost inaudible moan came from her throat. “mmmmm.. you have been thinking about me, haven’t you?” she whispered in his ear. “I can’t wait to hear about all those sexy little thoughts, but first.. I have something for you.. kind of a thank you, if you will, for coming all the way here to see me tonight.”

She pulled his shirt over his head and pressed herself against his nakedness. he could feel the heat from her all over his body. God damn, she got so hot for him. As she kissed his mouth again she took his tongue inside of her mouth and gently sucked on it. Her hands moved down to the waistline of his underwear and she pushed them down until they too fell to the floor. Her right hand softly cupped his balls while her left firmly stroked his rock hard cock. She kissed his shoulder and his chest. Then she made tiny little circles around his right nipple with her tongue. She playfully bit his erect nipple and he moaned loudly. She sucked on it to dull the pain for a brief second before biting it again. As another moan escaped him she looked up his face. His head tilted backward slightly, his eyes closed. He couldn’t remember ever wanting another woman like he wanted her.

Satisfied that she was pleasing him, she continued her path to his cock. Running her tongue down his stomach, stopping to place tiny kisses all over his body. She could see his dick throbbing in anticipation of the incredible blow job it was about to receive. That made her want to please him even more. As her tongue licked the precum that had already started dripping again from the head of his cock he looked down at her face. She looked so intent, so full of concentration as she took his whole shaft into her mouth and began sucking on him. Her head moved back and forth as his hips moved toward her, thrusting himself into her hungry mouth. He was amazed at her capacity to take his whole length into her mouth, the head of his cock pushing against the back of her throat. His hand grabbed a handful of her long dark hair as he moved her head back and forth. A moan came from her mouth as he did this. God, she so loved it when he dominated her.

She continued to suckle him, her tongue firmly pushing into the small opening on the head of his cock. She knew this would drive him crazy and continued, stopping only to lick the underside of his shaft paying special attention to the tiny spot just below the head that always escort esenyalı set him on fire. “Oh god yes baby” he whispered into the semi darkness. “Suck that cock.. make me cum down your throat.. you’re just gonna love I way I taste”. His words were all the encouragement that she needed. Her grip on his balls tightened around them and as she sucked him off she squeezed them tightly every few seconds. He was getting so close to cumming all over her pretty little face.

She looked up at him with those big beautiful brown eyes and the innocence in that look sent him right over the edge. The grip he had on her hair tightened and he pulled her head back unintentionally freeing his cock from the suction that had been created inside of her hot mouth. Streams of hot white cum spewed forth all over her chin and neck, dripping down her chest. He released her hair. His body was racked with tiny little spasms causing him to shudder uncontrollably. Watching him in this state was making her pussy so wet. He looked at her face again and bent down to kiss her throat as he licked his own seed off of her. She kissed his mouth and swirled her tongue around his tasting his cum in her mouth. She was so hot for him.

His mouth left hers and he took a cloth from the nightstand and cleaned her face for her. “I have to taste you now” he whispered in her ear. He pushed her back on the bed and grabbed her legs just under her knees and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “Open that sweet pussy for me baby” he said to her. Her hands moved between her legs and she pulled back the lips of her pussy for him, fully exposing her clitoris to him. “Fuck baby, do you realize how many times I have dreamed of this very sight? Your pussy is so beautiful.” She moaned lowly encouraging him to begin softly licking the inside of her lips. Her scent was just as he had remembered it. God, she smelled so fucking good. His mouth watered at the thought of her cumming all over his tongue. Her hips moved rhythmically against his tongue as he moved inward, tasting every part of her.

He pulled his head back and looked at her pussy again. Her clit had gotten so swollen and she was the wettest he had ever seen her. He so loved how big her clit grew when she was excited. He flattened out his tongue and licked her from the bottom of her opening to the top of her clit then put his lips around her clit and began sucking gently at first. Her moans increased in intensity and her breathing became more labored. “Oh God baby! I just fucking love that!” He knew she loved it when he sucked on her clit. She had told him so many times before and so he continued, stopping only to periodically move his tongue in and out of her hot wet hole, fucking her with his tongue. Her hips continued to grind into his face and her moans got louder and louder.

She had a taste to her so different from anyone he had ever been with before. She tasted slightly sweet and oh god, so very very wet. He could have eaten her for hours and she would have let him. Her mind was so focused on every stroke of his tongue. She longed to feel something inside of her. “Fuck me with your fingers while you eat my pussy” she pleaded with him. Taking his index finger he slowly entered her as the tight wet walls enveloped him. She moaned loudly, loving the feel of his tongue and his finger working her pussy. He then inserted another finger into her wetness and located her g-spot. As soon as he touched it her moans turned to something much louder. She reached down and placed her hand on the back of his head. “Fuck yes.. that feels so good baby… oh god, please don’t stop.. please don’t ever ever stop!”

She felt like she were going to explode.. the pressure inside her was so much. She could feel him everywhere. Her heartbeat increased as her breathing became much heavier and faster. For a brief few seconds she was silent. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t move. The sensations inside of her were so strong it was all she could do not to completely lose her mind. Then the warmness started in her stomach, spreading to the rest of her body quickly and she knew she was going to cum. “Oh god baby.. make me cum.. make me cum so hard for you”. He continued stroking her g-spot fast and hard and pulled his head back to look up at her face. Her eyes were closed, her head back. She arched her back and her hands quickly moved to her breasts squeezing her big tits. She moaned loudly as cum spilled from her sweet pussy all over his hand. He felt the muscles inside of her squeeze and release, squeeze and release, over and over again until they finally subsided.

He brought his face back into her and began sucking the juices out of her. She once again moaned loudly and grabbed the back of his head, firmly pushing his face deep into her. He used his tongue to probe the inside of her, lapping out all of the sweetness that he had brought forth from inside this wonderfully sexy woman. He found her clit again and as soon as he lightly flicked it she began squirming beneath him, pushing herself further up the bed. He was not going escort güzelyalı to let her get off that easy though and stayed right with her, wrapping his arms around her thighs and holding her still, forcing her to feel the assault his tongue was making on her sensitive clit. “Oh my god.. you are so fucking amazing” is all she could say and she wasn’t real sure if she even said it out loud until she felt him moan inside of her. She came again, this time all over his tongue and face. She forced her hips into him holding his head firmly still.

As the orgasm subsided again he looked up at her, and stood up next to the bed. Her body was limp and her breathing very shallow. She had a look of complete contentment on her face as she opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at him. She sat up in front of him as he leaned close to kiss her lips. She kissed him back and immediately smelled herself on his face. Tasting everything he had just experienced made her want him all over again. It was amazing how turned on she could get when he was near. It seemed as if she would never be able to get enough of him.

“I need you to fuck me. I so need to feel you inside of me. Fill me with your cock baby. Oh god, please fuck me” she begged. He was more than happy to fulfill her request. He placed his hands on her hips and turned her over onto her hands and knees, her gorgeous ass in the air, tempting him. He placed his hand around the shaft of his cock and guided it into her. The feeling of his cock parting the lips of her pussy and pushing into her opening made her arms weak and she dropped her head to the mattress, pushing herself back into him. As his strokes became more forceful she placed her hands behind her back and found his hands. She used his hands as leverage and began pulling her body into him hard and fast. He had never known a woman to get as wet as she was and sliding in and out of her pussy was so effortless. The tightness of her reminded him that she was so young and that further fueled him to pump himself into her harder and harder turning her moans in to screams of pleasure. ” Fuck me baby… fuck me harder.. harder.. oh god yes make me feel you” she screamed into the silence of her house. “mmmm sweetheart, I love fucking your sweet young pussy” he growled back at her.

With each thrust inside of her he let out a primal sort of grunt. The sounds that he was making while he was fucking her and the pressure of his shaft rubbing her hard swollen clit sent her into another orgasm. He could feel the walls of her once again tighten around him, making his cock throb for her. She coated his manhood with her creamy cum as she screamed out again in ecstasy. He pulled himself from her and used his finger to scoop out the rest of her cum. He sucked some from his finger and placed a hand on her back making sure she knew he wasn’t finished with her. He used two fingers to fuck her with for a couple of minutes just to ensure that he had enough of her cum to lube her ass with. He moved closer to her resting the tip of his hard dick against the tight opening of her ass and very slowly pushed himself into her.

Oh dear god… the tightness of her ass gripped his cock like nothing he had ever felt before.

He moved slowly inside of her letting her body adjust to the size of his hardness. Once he was all the way inside of her he stayed there using his hands to massage her hips and the cheeks of her ass. When he was sure she was ready he slowly pulled out and slid himself back in. She responded by pushing back against him, wanting more and more of his cock up her ass. “I love fucking your ass baby. Its so tight around my cock. I want to cum inside of you. I want to see my cum dripping out of your beautiful little asshole. Do you want that? Do you want to feel me fill your hole with my hot cum?” “Oh my god baby.. yes, yes, make me feel it.. give it to me baby.. give it all to me” she screamed. He began fucking her ass harder and faster until the release inside of him poured out of his cock and filled her ass with more of his load.

The pleasure was so great inside of him he didn’t know whether to stay inside of her or pull out. She made that decision for him when she gently rocked forward and his cock pulled out from the warmth of her insides into the coolness of the air. She turned to face him and said, “Ok, now its my turn”. A quizzical look crossed his face as she stood and walked over to where she had laid the treasures she had retrieved from the closet shelf. He was so into what was going on he had completely forgotten that she had laid them there. She giggled softly. Then she handed him the strap on they had discussed earlier that week. Fucking a mans ass is not something she had ever considered erotic until her trip to his hometown. It was there, on his birthday, that they discovered the pleasures of prostate massage. She had never known such a feeling of control in her whole life and it really turned her on. She watched his face closely, studied every part of his beautiful face while she fucked his ass with her fingertip and slowly progressed to a vibrator. As she continued to rub his prostate he began cumming uncontrollably, spewing forth every ounce of the hot creamy cum that filled his balls. It went everywhere… all over her hands, her arms, her chest, the bed, his stomach. Some of it even went on the pillows. It was so sexy watching him cum with such intensity and force. She knew at that moment, this would not be the last time for that.

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