Disclaimer: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or over.

Chapter 11. Carmen and Ryan becomes a couple.

In the morning I woke as I heard the shower running. About five minutes later the water shut off and I heard the shower curtain open. A few moments later Carmen walked into my room. She walked over to the dresser which had a large mirror behind it. She was wearing a short black robe with plunging laced back displaying her beautiful back and the top of her tight ass. On her feet she had a pair of what looked like three inch slipper heels. She sat down in the chair by the dresser, where she already had placed all her necessities as if we would share my room as a couple.

I watched through half closed eyes as Carmen started to comb through her gorgeous black hair. After some time she was finished and her black hair was now cascading midway down her back. Next, my beautiful teacher stood up and opened her robe. My desire for this gorgeous latina woman with her black hair; her beautiful shaped full rounded tits, thin waist, tight ass and perfectly formed legs, once again came alive. I felt a throbbing in my loins looking at the naked youthful figure of my 39 year old lover, but didn’t give away my wakefulness. Carmen sat back down into the chair and reached out onto the dresser and picked up a small bottle of what appeared to be some kind of lotion. I watched as she poured some onto her right hand. She raised her hand to her left breast and began to massage the cream into it. She did the same to her other breast. As I stared at her hard upturned nipples I noticed that I had given her several hickeys during our lovemaking. Some on her tits but also some on her neck.

I watched as Carmen reached out and picked up a bottle of nail polish. First she began to paint her finger nails a demure shade of red. She carefully stroked the nail polish brush across her nails. She blew gently on them to assist in the drying process. Next she bent down and began to paint her sexy toe nails. As she bent down she afforded me a fantastic view of her magnificent breasts as they hung down freely. Soon she finished painting her sexy toes and sat for a few moments to allow the polish to dry.

Carmen got out of the chair and walked out of the room and into her own. After a moment she came back and I saw that she had some black material in her hand. Again she returned to the chair by the dresser and my cock throbbed as I watch as she put her arms through the straps of one of the sheer black laced bras, we had bought on our trip to the mall. She looked really alluring as she tucked her full round breasts into each cup. She looked at herself in the mirror for a few moments. She turned sideways and looked at her profile. This position gave me a good look at her athletic ass, and I decided that in matter of days, I would take her virgin ass. But right now I just enjoyed the enticing sight of my best friend’s mother. Carmen careful examined my love-bites and whispered barely audible to herself, “Oh, Ryan. You have been a real bad boy. What did you think of branding your teacher with all those marks. Hmmm….I’ll have to wear something to hide them.”

I just grinned at this and watched as Carmen again sat down on the chair. She lifted a foot and stuck her foot into her stocking. Enthralled I watched as she pull on a pair of lace-top thigh-high black stockings. She rolled the sheer material up her fantastic legs and spent a little time position the sexy laced band on her flawless thighs. She then stood up and began to step into her thong. As she pulled them up her sexy legs I realized that she was putting on a tiny, laced black thong. My cock throbbed at the fabulous picture she made, as the small sheer materiel barely covered her vulva.

Once more Carmen walk into her room and she returned with a skirt and a turtleneck. She put on the grey pencil skirt and it showcased her tight ass and stopped just above her knees. Then she slid her slender arms through the sleeves of the black turtleneck and after that her head. She began to put on a pair of three inch black open toe high heels. Bending down she placed the straps around her ankles and then stood up. She looked magnificent. As a finish touch she sat down an sprayed herself with perfume.

With a sigh she reached onto the dresser for her rings. She put on her diamond engagement ring and then her wedding band and as she looked into the mirror, she said, “Not for long, Carmen….not for long.”

Hearing this I jumped butt-naked out of bed and walked over to my startled lover. “You’re right Mrs. G. Not for long, and I’m just glad you’re wearing my marks below your clothes.”

Carmen gasped and turned towards me. But she didn’t say anything as she seemed mesmerized by huge hard-on. My voyeur perspective had made me real hard and my huge cock swayed proudly in front of me as I walked to my married lover. “Blow me before you have to leave for school,” I demanded.

Carmen just İstanbul Escort smiled up at me and then welcomed my cock with her warm mouth. I looked down and became even harder watching how Carmen’s full moist lips began to slide up and down on my hard cock. Tenderly I brushed her dark hair to the side so I could see my conquest.

“Do you like my cock Carmen?” I asked.

“Ummm…..I love it.” Carmen replied bathing the head of my cock with her delicate tongue.

For the next couple of minutes the room was silent except for the occasional slurp or moan. Carmen began to suck harder and faster trying to draw my cum out. Before long she had both her tiny hands wrapped around my huge shaft as she sucked for all she was worth.

I was close so to give me some time I grabbed a handful of Carmen’s hair and gently but firmly pulled her head from my cock.

“Fuck, you’re so hot babe,” I groaned as I kissed my best friend’s mother deeply.

Carmen didn’t stop jacking my cock as her tongue danced with mine. After a few minutes I ended the kiss and said, “Get back to business, Mrs. G. I’m really close….”

Carmen just moaned and opened her mouth and began sucking on the glans. With both her hands she was stroking my shaft. In a matter of minutes I could feel my cum almost boiling in my balls, and moments later I began cumming with great force. Carmen tried to swallow everything, but again she had to give up. Then she put her right hand in front of my cock, so I wouldn’t spray her clothes, while massaging it with her left hand.

When I was finish cumming, she quickly grabbed some napkins from the dresser and mopped up my cum. She rose from the chair while saying “Wow, Ryan. I think I had a mini-orgasm just by sucking you. What are you doing to me?”

“You have just become more open to new experiences.” I grinned and continued “I think it’s time for you to go. But I can’t wait for your class today. I’ll be looking at your modest clothing and only you and I will know the sexy attire you’re wearing underneath. It will definitely keep me hard during the whole class.”

Carmen smiled at this and with a kiss she walked out of the room…

—

The following week after Carmen’s moving in with me, we had been having numerous hot and lustful encounters around the house, but kept our cool in public. It was clear to me that Carmen had fallen in love with me and I was definitely in lust with her. So I took advantage of my best friend’s mother at every chance I found, but kept myself under control, so I wouldn’t be pushing her too far. Every day Carmen got more and more comfortable with her own sexuality, and she didn’t hide the fact, that she grew hornier and more needy for my cock. Sometimes I would simply walk up behind her and cup her full round tits as she was leaving the house or I would pull my cock out from my pants and flip her skirt up and merely rub it against the gusset of the front of her thongs. Sometimes I was real hard and then I would move the sheer fabric of her panties aside and shove my cock deep into her wet pussy and then withdraw again and turn and walk away. It was more about displaying my dominance over my attractive teacher than having sex. I also often slapped and pinched her firm ass, and Carmen simply accepted the new chemistry between us.

We fucked each other mercilessly and tirelessly all the time. As told it all started off discreetly, we would only have sex around the house when we were alone. We fucked in various places, and various positions. I fucked Carmen in the pool and in my parents bed. I took my teacher from behind on the kitchen counter. Carmen rode my huge pole in the back garden, on the tennis court and on the lawn. It was clear, that Carmen’s orgasms was growing even more intense the more we had sex.

One day we had made love in the pool and afterward we was soaking up the sun naked while chatting about our future. Carmen told me it went really well with her pregnancy and that the divorce was coming along with the help of the lawyers. I told her, that I was on a scholarship track with the University of Florida and that I was still helping Tony with his studies, so he also could get into college. I had offers from a bunch of colleges but staying together with Carmen was a priority, so I had decided for Florida, so it wouldn’t raise any suspicion from around us. After some time I said, “Lay on your stomach for me.”

Carmen rolled over and I moved over to her while squeezing a bottle over my hand, making sun lotion fall in to my palm. I rubbed my hands together and then sat down beside her and began massaging her shoulders. Carmen moaned as I massaged her shoulders and back for some time really working her muscles. I felt them ease under my hands until she was completely relaxed and limp. I then reached back for the bottle of lotion and started to massaged her ass cheeks. After several minutes of this, I said, “You know what I want to try, don’t you? Escort Bayan Are you cool with it?”

Carmen turned her head and looked me into my eyes. With a shiver she merely nodded with a frightful look in her gorgeous dark eyes.

“Why don’t you get your knees up under you,” I suggested.

Carmen lifted herself and brought her knees up under her, then relaxed back down, using her crossed arms to steady her head. It seemed as if she was offering her virgin asshole to me in a ritual sacrifices.

Once again I began to massage Carmen’s firm buttocks and I was able to see between her cheeks now. I put some more lotion on my hands and rubbed them together, then I placed one finger against her tiny rosebud and heard my best friend’s mother gasp. I took my time and after a moment Carmen’s shoulders started to relax, as I rub her tiny brown rosebud in small circles, massaging her virgin asshole. I decided to take action and poised my middle finger and gently pushed.

“Ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh,” Carmen cried.

“Relax, Babe. It nothing you haven’t done before,” I said as I felt how her muscles grasped at my finger. Once again I made small circles against the muscles to ease them open. “Relax Mrs. G. It’s so tight back here. If you keep being tense, it’ll only make you hurt.”

Giving Carmen some time I waited before I pushed further, to my first knuckle. She cried out again,but this time I didn’t slow down as I pushed once more, to my second knuckle.

“Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggg, Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssee stop, Ryan,” Carmen shrieked, “Please Stop. I can’t!”

“Of course you can, Babe.” I said soothingly. “”You have done it before, and you will again. You’ll just have to loosen up.”

I didn’t want to back down as I was preparing her ass so eventually I could work her up to taking my huge cock. Her asshole was so tiny and tight, so it wouldn’t be an easy task. I slid my finger in and out of Carmen for some time and then I added another finger. I was still very careful so I didn’t cause my hot teacher too much discomfort.

Carmen breaths were short gasps, but she didn’t objection to another finger. For some time I moved my two fingers in and out and and I started to sense her muscles eased a little. “You’re doing fine Mrs. G. I can feel how you’re starting to loosen up. It’ll be necessary because I’m going to fill your ass with my cock today. But don’t worry. We’re going to work up to it over the next hour”

During the next hour I slid two, then three fingers in and out of Carmen’s snug asshole. Simultaneously I used my other hand to caress Carmen’s clit. Taking it slow gave Carmen time to accepted the intrusion in her ass, and at the same time she became more and more aroused. I pulled my hand from her clit and began to lube my swollen and rock hard shaft, making sure that it was well covered. Then, I moved to my knees behind my sexy teacher’s virgin anus. I slowly pressed my thick mushroom head against Carmen’s rosebud. At the same time, I reached around her with my left hand, and used my middle finger to trace circle after circle on her sensitive clit. My right hand was on her left hip, holding her body in place, so that when I pushed my huge cock into her, she would not be able to move forward to avoid the certain pain that would come with my shafts first invasion of her virgin ass.

“I’ll slowly push my cock inside your ass Mrs. G. I know it will hurt a little at first but after awhile you’ll begin to enjoy it.”

“Okay Ryan, just take it slow. You’re awful big and I am afraid it’s going to hurt a lot.”

I let the head touch her tiny brown rosebud hole and then pushed forward, gradually increasing the pressure. The tight sphincter resisted mightily for a second before it began to relax.

“Oooohhhh, Ahhhh. Stop, Ryan. Stoooooooooooooooooppppp….” Carmen screamed as my large head opened her virgin hole.

I stopped and told her to relax while I slowly pushed forward.

“Please stop Ryan it hurts too much.” Carmen said as she turned her head and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I was hard as a rock. Here I was with my dick three inches into the ass of my best friend’s mother and I had no intention of stopping. I said to Carmen, “Relax, babe. Get used to my size and soon it will feel really good.”

“I’ll try,” Carmen sobbed.

I had almost cum, when I felt my mushroom head pop through my hot teacher’s virgin asshole, and now I would let her ass get used to my presence before I pushed deeper into her. I continued to circle Carmen’s sensitive clit with my finger, so she would experience both pain and pleasure. I looked to the side and could see our bodies in the reflection of the windows in the house. It made me really hard watching Carmen’s beautiful mature body on all fours, with her magnificent breasts swaying gently as they was hanging down under her. She had taken over massaging her clit with her right hand and I held on to her Eskort hips with both hands. I began to push deeper and deeper, while I groaned, “Oh, babe, you are so fucking tight in there. You feel so freaking hot. I’m so proud of being your first and from now on this is my hole. It’ll be our special thing.”

With my hands now placed at her hips, I pulled her back towards me as I pushed forward with my hips, feeding myself into her. I watched her ass take my meat as Carmen continued to moan both in pleasure and pain.

“You’re fucking perfect Mrs. G. Before long you’ll be loving getting fucked in the ass. But fuck you’re tight back here.”

Carmen didn’t respond, she just tremble and moaned as I forced my long hard pole up her ass, inch by inch. It was a fascinating sight, seeing her ass stretching to accommodate my large intruder and Carmen kept on moaning as I fed her my cock. After some time I started to pull it out, and then push it back in, fucking about 2 inches out and 3 more back in.

“So big, …so fucking big,” Carmen shrieked, busy rubbing her clit as I began to take long strokes in and out of her ass. I felt an intense pleasure at the intense heat of her ass as it clamped down and massage my buried cock while I slid it deeper and deeper into her. I continued to stroke in and out of Carmen’s tight little ass, loving the feel of what still felt like virgin territory, even though I had fucked her ass for several minutes now. Carmen’s body shook with each slam of my huge cock. Sometimes she cried out in pain as I continued to go in more deeply. Now I ignored her cries and and began fucking Carmen’s ass with a regularity that sent electric thrills surging through my entire body. Her ass so tightly encased my thick shaft that I had never felt anything so good before. I lost myself in the pleasure of the moment and I began to fuck my mature woman’s tight ass with abandon.

Carmen was now screaming as if someone were beating her, but I sensed it was screams of both pleasure and pain. She was rubbing her clit with abandon and after some time my balls finally slapped against her pussy indicating that I had fully penetrated her backside. Carmen surprised me by moving her ass back towards my cock as I fucked into her. Suddenly I felt Carmen’s body had begun to twitch and spasm here and there, and I knew her climax was close. Soon after I felt her ass clamp so tightly around my shaft and I began to piston all the way out and then back into her. I could sense, I would cum in a matter of minutes, so I really began to jackhammering into her with my long, hard shaft. Sweat dripped from me onto Carmen’s back and ass and I could feel my balls pounding against her wet cunt.

My balls tightened, and each plunge of my cock into her clenching ass brought me closer to my climax. Carmen was yelling and twitching uncontrollably now, and I let go of her hips and held her by the breasts. I increased the tempo even more and my cock throbbed and pulsed in rigid excitement, and I loved the incredible pleasure I was getting from my gorgeous teacher as I was pushing her boundaries and making her a wanton slut. Carmen’s entire body shuddered and twitched in an incredible orgasm as I felt my own climax approaching in tremendous speed. Now I couldn’t hold back anymore and with a tingling from my feet to my head I groaned as my whole body tensed, and my buttocks clenched as surge after surge of my fertile seed spurted into my mature lovers virgin asshole. As I shot my cum deep within Carmen, I kept stroking in and out until I was satisfied that I had nothing left to give her.

I collapsed upon Carmen and she continued to moan deeply with noises of pleasure. She was clearly breathing heavily, exhausted from this new experience. After several minutes, I pulled out of her ass and she hissed as the mushroom head slipped out of her still tight asshole. I turned her around and we cuddle and kissed for a moment.

After awhile I kissed her lips tenderly and whispered, “That was amazing, babe. I hope I didn’t hurt you?”

“It hurt a lot in the beginning, but after some time it became the most amazing thing I have ever felt. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t separate these feelings. But I’ll bet I’ll be sore tomorrow.”

With a kiss I said, “First time is always the hardest. Now you know it’s worth the pain so we’ll do it more often”

“I know and I’ll be ready,” Carmen whispered and for some time we just kissed and caressed each other before taking another dip in the pool.

—

Even if we had decided to be careful about letting our love be known to the public, I often took some chances, when we were home. Frequently Tony was coming by and I helped him with his studies. Some times I made an excuse and went to find Carmen, while her son was struggling with his homework. Often Carmen wasn’t hard to find and soon I for example would have her bent over the washing machine fucking her real good, while Tony was unaware of my domination of his mother. One time I had Carmen riding me in the living room, while I was letting Tony in through the gate. As he walked into the house Carmen came really hard and merely succeed in hiding her scream as she bit hard into a pillow.

CHAPTER 1

Operations manager Dwy (Dwight) Smith looked at the one paragraph summaries of the five applications who’d been short listed as possibly suited to become his new assistant. He scowled and snarled ‘Fuck’ and immediately apologized to office manager Irene Day. She ran HR as part of her duties in the small company that imported and distributed accessories for cats.

“There’s no need to apologize Dwy (pronounced with emphasis on the ‘w’ as in why). You are overworked and frustrated.”

Dwy glanced at Mrs Day’s generous bosom and thanked her for being sympathetic. She delivered a motherly smile but that displayed her missing front tooth. The magic of the moment of intimacy died for Dwy. She pushed her breasts out a little but that noble gesture came too late.

“This bunch is crap,” he complained. “All applicants are young with little experience and reaching beyond their standing in management to try to win a senior position.”

“I know. Unfortunately the one applicant who appeared the perfect fit is forty-two and has been retired for twelve years.”

“Yeah right. What a stupid cow thinking she could slide back into employment after such a long break?”

“Exactly.”

Mrs Day was almost to the door, with Dwy studying her hip sway, when he said, as an after-thought, “What job did that woman have been she retired?”

“She ran her own flower vase importing business.”

“Oh and it collapsed?” Dwy grinned.

“No she sold it for $2.8 million as I recall but there was substantial loan money to repay.”

“Irene,” he said softly.

“What?” she said, turning with a smile and touching her hair just above her right ear but avoided placing the other hand on her left hip.

“Bring me that women’s application.”

Katrina Withers was hired.

The 42-year old attractive brunette had decided to return to the workforce following the death of her husband, a university professor and formerly a close friend of Katrina’s deceased father Daniel.

Charles Withers had divorced his second wife over her debauched behavior with the university’s fast set. Charles remembered Daniel’s attractive and still unmarried daughter who was now a successful business woman with a solid business degree and that would mean she’d fit in well with his role as head of the business school. He began visiting the MacDonald’s household regularly and over time he wooed Karina and when she was suitably primed, he proposed marriage and was accepted.

He’d died eating peanuts.

* * *

Dwy was blown away at the interview. He couldn’t believe at forty-two Katrina could have retained such a shapely waist and breasts that still rode so high and majestically. She was a brunette with an attractive manner. He also confirmed she possessed a master degree in business admin from a highly regarded school and found she’d kept up to date with modern business practice and trends by revising course schedules for her late husband and selecting required reading for Prof. Withers from the mass of business publications that flowed into his office and were published on the Internet.

The CEO approved of Katrina’s appointment and she began as Dwy’s under-study and Dwy studied her a lot.

Sadly Dwy began losing his memory after developing fierce headaches and nausea and then was struck by twitching and was found to have a brain tumor. The operation was successful but he remained weak and took early retirement.

The CEO Mrs Adams was happy that Katrina had meshed in with the way the company operated and appeared very competent.

The first time Dwy was away sick she said to Katrina, “I’m worried about Dwy. My feeling is he has a serious condition behind the discomfort he’s suffering.”

“I agree Diane. It could be very serious.”

“I’m confident to have you acting in charge of the department Katrina if you are happy about that.”

“I’m very confidence and relish the opportunity to grasp some real responsibilities again and when Dwy returns I will be better positioned to support him.”

“Yes and I’m sure you will,” Diane said. “I shall give you an assistant.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary. We are a good team and I can work longer hours if necessary because I have no domestic commitments, being a widow.”

“That is generous of you. I’ll lift your salary for the periods you act in charge.”

* * *

Katrina had more money that she could spend rationally. She was pleased being back at the coalface in business and began joining business groups to commit to being back in circulation. Living on campus at the university had been a little like living in a compound although she was free to venture out. She thought of it like being a tent camp in the city. Well many of the university males were like bearded Bedouins including her husband. She sought the challenge of being back in real work and decided she’d like to marry again to have regular sex on tap.

Dwy had nailed her in her second month with the company but once was enough. He’d panted and dribbled over her face and came much too quickly and that was it and then had the gall to ask, Escort İstanbul “How was I?”

One doesn’t say to the boss he’d been a huge disappointment.

Katrina purchased a non-metallic black BMW M3 convertible with black leather interior and she tended to drive it wearing black with dark sunglasses and wondered if any likely guy would be scared off, thinking Lady Vampire or, even worse, The Black Witch. She shrugged and decided to go with it for a while.

Three months later Dwy resigned and Katrina was appointed to replace him without the position being advertised.

For the next year she busied herself lifting the company’s operations and just when everything was ticking alone nicely, Diane announced to the owners, a family of investors, that she was moving on. Two more resignations immediately followed and Mr Patel, head of the family, came in to assess the damage and Katrina could see he appeared a little flakey over losing his CEO, chief financial officer and office manager practically in one hit.

She struck.

When Mr Patel came to her office seeking ideas about what the family trust should do now, she closed the door and poured coffee and said, “What is your instinct to do about this Mr Patel?”

He didn’t know or didn’t wish to say.

“Cut and run?” Katrina suggested.

He nodded.

“Mr Patel why don’t you sell the controlling interest of the company to me? Let’s get two independent appraisals done, we each choosing an appraiser. Then when we agree on price you retain 49% of the company and I’ll pay the trust to gain 51% of the company’s stock.”

“But you’re a woman.”

“Oh I’m glad you have noticed that Mr Patel. If you are suggesting I cannot run this company profitably then I may have to talk to your wife?”

“Oh no, I was out of line and I recall Diane saying much of the company’s recent success is due to you.”

Six weeks later Katrina acquired 51% ownership with the assistance of a bank loan with the right to buy out a greater share of the company if the family trust decided to sell down its stockholding or to pull out completely.

As Katrina had expected, once the news was out that the new principal owner of Kitty Cat Accessories Inc. was a woman, the list of new clients grew steadily and no existing clients were lost. Katrina had been aware that many pet store clients were businesses operated by females or male/female couples.

Then something more than interesting happened for Katrina.

Stewart Alpine, the business appraiser she’d hired to value the business operation prior to her building the controlling interest, phoned to find out how she was going.

“Very well Stewart and thanks for what you did to help make it happen. I believe I got a very fair deal.”

“You did and I’m sure the other appraiser looked at recent bottom line improvement against the five and 10-year trends, mindful that the upward swings eventually change to a downward swing.”

“Yes quite but my business plan calls for continuing improvement as from the day I gained control.”

“Very good. I suppose that finishes our business connection.”

“Yes but…”

He waited and was the next to speak.

“But what?”

“I’m attracted to you Stewart.”

Katrina gripped her left hand into a fist and she heard him draw in breath.

He said that feeling was mutual but he was married.

“I’m not queasy about that.”

He thought about that and said, “I’m a bit younger than you.”

“I don’t worry about things like that and I believe my skin is in fine shape, my body is firm…”

“Katrina!”

“Oh sorry; I got carried away.”

“It’s okay. I saw you driving your black car yesterday, hood down and you dressed in black and I, well, I thought wow.”

“And so you decided to call here to ask me for a date?”

With only a slight hesitation he said, “I had been thinking lunch.”

“Only for lunch would be fine Stewart. Today?”

“Er.”

She waited and he said fine and said they’d have to take pot luck as it was late for bookings and she said no problem.

“Take me to a café in a back street where you think your wife and her friends are unlikely to go for lunch.”

“Er I’m permitted to have business lunches without being secretive.”

“Of course you are. You name the time and place.”

“You suggest.”

“The Apollo. I’ll call and book for 2:00. I won’t touch you in public and so you’ll be safe.”

He said unsteadily, “You are willing to touch me?”

“What do you think?” she laughed and cut the call.

Katrina smiled thinking of her brazenness. Well playing the tight-lipped lady hadn’t won her dates. She was not ashamed of choosing the popular Apollo Restaurant in the city’s main shopping street. His wife and girlfriends might well be there. Okay, so what? He said it was a business lunch. She didn’t dwell on the thought they had had completed their business dealings.

Few 40-plus women could encourage strangers to take a second look. But Katrina was one of them.

She’d slimmed down in recent weeks after the death İstanbul Escort Bayan of her husband, not eating so much and eating more selectively and she’d returned to Pilate classes and was cycling again. She’d also been home to change into a much tighter fitting black lace dress and had removed her bra and, avoiding the no-no her mother used to go on about those older women in skirt lengths almost to their hips looked pathetic. Katrina’s black lace hem rode knee-high.

She strode purposefully into the restaurant toward the bar, aware a few people were looking at her and that put a little more arch into her back when she heard Stewart call from a table to her far right, “Katrina.”

Oh crap, now she looked stupid and everyone would know her name.

Katrina right-wheeled and had the satisfaction of seeing Stewart standing and creasing his face into a great grin.

She reached him and he looked uncertain. She kissed him… just a quick dab… so that his wife’s spies in the room, who already knew she was Katrina someone, would be unable to report that the femme fatale had kissed Stewart passionately.

Spies? Katrina wondered did she have to feel so guilty about this lunch that she was becoming … um… paranoid.

“Hi and how are you?” Stewart asked smoothly.

“Paranoid.”

Christ why had she said that? She smiled and said she was feeling great and could see he appeared confused. Well who wouldn’t.

“But you first said Paranoid?”

“Oh did I? I’d… um… just been thinking of what those early instant cameras were called.

“Polaroid cameras.”

“Ah yes, thanks Stewart. Well moving on, is your wife here lunching with friends?”

“What?” he choked, and looked around furtively.

“Stewart I’m such a big tease. I’m sorry. We are here on a business lunch and that’s perfectly legitimate.

He nodded as if thinking he really should be lunching in a back street restaurant.

“Have you engaged in other liaisons before this?”

Stewart said weakly, “Liaisons?”

“Stewart,” Katrina said quite firmly. “We are not here to discuss your last birthday party.”

“Birthday party?”

Katrina waved to a passing waitress who took their drinks order.

“A blended red wine please.”

“A double whisky, no ice or water,” Stewart said shakily.

“No my friend and I will just have two red wines please.”

The waitress hitched up the left-hand side of her bra and Stewart said yes two red wines please.

He blew his nose and took some little time folding his handkerchief and braced his shoulders and said, “So you wish to commit adultery with me?”

That caught Katrina unexpectedly but she eyed him without wavering and said yes, providing they could do it without harming his family.

“Can we be that clever?”

“I would think so. Have you been down this road before?”

His gaze dropped and he muttered yes.

“And I have too, Stewart, being married to an older man. Do you wish to do it on this table now?”

He grinned and said, with only a slightly nervous edge, that he was getting used to her impishness.

Their drinks arrived and as the waitress walked off they eyed her butt and Katrina said, “I’m back in circulation Stewart and would like to mark this change in my life by having you between my thighs. If you don’t wish to commit then please say so. Although I consider myself back in circulation no guy is banging me and I don’t know why. I have decided I must go forth and ask for it, and so I’ve been thinking of you.”

“Well that leaves me in no doubt,” Stewart grinned. “We can go to a motel as soon as we’ve finished lunch if you wish. I know of one quite near here that provide very short term room rentals.”

“Perfect and you are such a gentleman. Shall we order?”

* * *

Stewart and Katrina entered the motel room and she said, pleasantly surprised, “I believe many home bedrooms wouldn’t match the quality of this room.”

“My aim is to pleasure you.”

She giggled and unzipped the back of her dress and lifted her arms for Stewart to do the rest.

“God no bra and what a great sight. You’re in wonderful shape.”

“Why thank you. You might care to suck and get a couple of fingers into me.”

Stewart hastened to drop her skirt and panties and dropped to his knees, pushing Katrina’s knees apart. Stewart was no longer had to be coaxed.

But alas it wasn’t long before Katrina’s knife-edge expectations began to falter, and falter turned into wilt.

Stewart was goddamn incompetent at sex… he dribbled over her face, he sweated excessively and slipped out an appallingly large number of times until destroying all credibility as a lover as far as Katrina was concerned.

But she endured it and finally got him away.

“Did you come?” he panted, looking anxious.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, lying.

He then looked so boyish as he grinned.

Apparently he thought ‘job done’ because he said, “I must get back to work… unless you want another round?”

“Oh no, that’s quite enough for me. Um Stewart, I have Anadolu Yakası Escort this feeling your wife will find out about us. I’m worried.”

“Christ, so you really think so?”

“I-I don’t know what to say.”

“In that case we mustn’t get together again. I’m off,” he said, sliding off the bed and grabbing his clothes disappeared into the bathroom.

He emerged dressed with his hair done.

“Bye Katrina and thanks for the great fuck. You can get a cab away from here.”

“Yes of course. Oh Stewart, please don’t mention my name in your sleep.”

“No of course not,” he muttered now looking worried and left, slamming the door shut, leaving Katrina to finger herself to subdue her sexual frustration.

* * *

Katrina spent three weeks looking to move from her temporary accommodation where she’d lived since shortly after the funeral of her husband. Attractive apartments with great views appeared non-existent and finally she purchased a charming small brick house less than two miles from the city center overlooking a wilderness park with horse-riding trails.

The house needed interior renovation and she decided to hire a crew to attend to that and she’d have pleasure attending to the over-grown gardens. She contacted five companies from the Yellow Pages and the times they gave when they could start ranged from five to twelve weeks.

She contacted three advertisers in the local community newspaper under the heading Tradesmen Available. She interviewed three guys who looked shifty and unreliable and then the fourth guy arrived. He only looked sullen and uncooperative.

“When can you start?” she asked, after they’d inspected the interior. Katrina thought she preferred ‘sullen and uncooperative’ to ‘unreliable and shifty’.

“At 8:00 this Saturday. I’m at college and need to study weeknights.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Oh I thought you were older and would be experienced.”

“I told you I was experienced and had worked for my dad.”

Katrina said yes he’d said that.

“I’ve worked for my dad on interior renovations during weekends and school breaks from the aged of fifteen until last year when he sold his business.”

“Oh excellent, that really is experience.”

He looked annoyed and said, “Now look here Mrs Withers there’s no need to be sarcastic.”

Katrina was quick to appear contrite.

“Oh but I’m not Mike, I took what you said to be the truth.”

He said awkwardly, “Oh sorry.”

“That’s okay and you’ll find I’m a straight shooter Mike. You go a great job and I’ll give you a bonus because I intend living here for quite some time.”

“Do you have a family?”

“No I’m a childless widow.”

“Jesus Mrs Withers some guys will be cussing they haven’t met you.”

She laughed and said he was so nice and said it was time to discuss price. Mike said his dad had trestles and a paint sprayer that he could use plus brushes and other bits and pieces so all he needed was paint.”

“Then name your hourly rate plus paint.”

“Well what with you being a widow…”

“I run a business Mike so you can exploit me, just a little.”

“Um $45 an hour plus paint.”

“Okay Mike that make that $50 an hour and take no short-cuts and redo any work not up to scratch. Do we have a deal?”

“Sure thing Mrs Withers. And I’ll commit to doing my very best. God I bet you are great in business.”

CHAPTER 2

Mike Cook had worked two 8-hour days on Saturdays and 6-hour days on the Sundays, starting late on Sunday morning after a Saturday night out. He asked if he could have the third weekend off to go away for the weekend with his parents, and Katrina agreed.

At 8:30 on that third Sunday evening, he called on Katrina and she came to the door just in her robe.

She looked around the door and said, “Oh hi Mike. I thought it was Mrs Burroughs looking for her cat.”

“No it’s only me,” he said, appearing to be carrying something. “May I come in?”

“I-I am just in my robe.”

“Mom and Judy my sister wander about in robes.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m used to seeing females in robes.”

“Oh,” said Katrina, opening the door.

“Jeepers their robes are not thin,” he grinned. “You have a nice body. Um sorry for saying that. Here is a piece of prime cut venison dad has prepared for you with cooking instructions and two jars of preserves from mom. They are pleased you have given me work and I guess I have talked to them about you, saying what a swell employer you are.”

“Oh Mike this is lovely of you and your parents. I thank you and please thank them on my behalf.”

“Thank me with a kiss.”

She kissed him, taking care not to press against him.

“Gee I didn’t think you would do that.”

“I don’t mind kissing people I like Mike but a kiss is only a kiss.”

“You have no idea of what I think of you, do you?”

“No and I’m old enough to be your mother. Off you go and thanks very much.”

Mike arrived next Saturday to begin painting the master bedroom suite. He’d already completed the guest suite, the hallway and the visitor’s bathroom of the 2-bedroom house.

He was in the bathroom painting when Katrina arrived in the bedroom back from shopping. She was changing into house clothes and had a leg on the bed removing her stockings when Mike appeared in the bathroom doorway.

You may want to read chapter 1 before reading this chapter. ‘Thank You’ to WanderingScot for editing this story.

Chapter 2: Some things about Mary.

Mary tells her story:

First, I want the readers to know that I’m not a whore, slut or what they call a cougar. Joey and I are just close friends. I have never gone after young men in my life. There was just something special about Joey.

I was a lonely person since my divorce two years ago. I didn’t date but at times would have liked to have sex but had no contact with other men. I did have my vibrators which I used if it was necessary. My kids were my life.

Joey is a happy, yet sad young man. He had a rough beginning in life after losing his parents. He always called himself the average Joe but he was anything but average. He was a kind, gentle and caring young man. He might not have been big in stature but he had a big heart and I must say he turned out to be one hell of a great lover. Too bad I wasn’t thirty years younger.

I had met my husband when I was a freshman in college, and he was a senior. For me it was kind of love at first sight. He was after all a senior, a good looking man and was about to get an Engineering degree and was also a jock. I felt great being with him. He wasn’t my first love but I wasn’t all that experienced either. As luck would have it I got pregnant. We used condoms but I guess I was one of those statistics where the condom failed.

He told me he loved me and that we could get married as soon as he graduated. He was true to his word. We got married by a Justice of the Peace since by that time I was showing. We were the proud parents of a bouncing baby boy, whom we named Robert, after my dad.

Steve, my husband got a good job and we bought a nice house. Everything couldn’t have been much better. I didn’t go back to school which made my parents a bit aggravated but I wanted to be home with my baby. Steve was making good money, enough for us to live on. Besides he wanted me to be a stay at home wife and mother.

Thirteen months after Robert was born we had another child. We named her Kim, after Steve’s mother. We were now the perfect family. Life went on and was quite good. We had a few arguments but nothing that most married couples didn’t have.

Steve’s position had him traveling quite often and once the kids started school I was alone a lot. There wasn’t much we could do about it so I volunteered to help at the school.

It worked out great for me because it gave me something to do while the kids were in school. I helped three days a week. I didn’t get paid, that’s why it was considered volunteer work.

When Robert was thirteen and Kim was twelve I had found some condoms in one of Steve’s suit jackets. We didn’t use condoms since we were married, we didn’t have the need for them. I didn’t care how many kids we had, I loved my children.

When I did the wash I found that Steve’s jockey underwear had cum stains on them. We must have argued for a good hour before Steve confessed to having sex on his last trip. He did say it was the first and only time but I didn’t believe him. I asked him to please leave our house. I never wanted to see him again.

We argued awhile longer and he packed a suitcase and left the house. I sat and cried; I don’t know how long. Robert and Kim came in and asked me what happened, they are great kids. I told them the truth that their father had cheated on me and I asked him to leave.

My kids loved their father, they really did, but they were mad at him for hurting me. For the next week Steve called me every day and apologized. He kept telling me that it was only the one time and he regretted it. He asked me if we could get past this and that he would always be faithful to me.

I really didn’t believe it was the only time, but I didn’t have any proof. Sometimes you just get that gut feeling when you just think about your past. Another problem was that I loved him and he was our only meal ticket and means of support.

I decided to give him another chance so after another week I let him back in the house. The kids were happy and so was their dad. I was going to make a few changes. One thing I was going to do is look for a paying job. Next time, if there was one, I’d be able to support myself and my kids. I also decided not to be so trustworthy of Steve. Trust would have to be earned all over again.

I did tell him if it ever happened again that there would be no more second chances.

“Mary, believe me. It won’t happen again.” He went to kiss me but I turned my head. I told him I wasn’t ready for that.

Our first night in bed together I told him to not even try. He told me he could wait till I was ready. I really did want him but wasn’t going to make it that easy for him.

A week went by and Steve said he wanted to take me out for dinner. He had it all planned out and our kids were going to be staying at their friends house that night. We had a wonderful dinner, a few İstanbul Escort drinks and then did some dancing. I loved it when he held me close. I could feel myself kind of tingling inside. Needless to say we went home and made love that night.

It felt so good being with him. It was like old times, like when we first got married. We made love on and off all night. We kissed, cuddled and he fucked the shit out of me. Sorry, but it was pretty much the truth, it was only the second time we tried anal. It hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to deprive him, not that night.

We slept in till almost noon the next day. Luckily we got up and dressed before the kids arrived home. They smiled when they saw us having breakfast together. Life was back to somewhat pre-cheating normal. I was a lot more aware of what he did and where he went. It’s just something a person does after forgiving a cheater.

I saw at the school where they wanted a full time person to help out in the cafeteria, preparing breakfast and lunch for the kids. I applied for the job and got it. All the time I had helped out for free finally paid off. I now had a job with benefits. I was also home when my kids didn’t have school. This job was so right for me.

Steve really didn’t want me to work but was glad I found a job that didn’t interfere with the raising of our family. As luck would have it, I became pregnant from our all night session of love making. I worked in the cafeteria up till my actual delivery. That’s when my wonderful baby girl was born. She was our love child.

Steve was mad that I was only taking a maternity leave. Then there was the summer and I would be going back to work. I didn’t want to leave my baby girl but I couldn’t take the chance of not having a job if Steve was unfaithful.

We argued over it during the summer but I held firm. My mother would watch Nancy while I worked at the school and I would pick her up after work. The first week it was hard leaving her but I had to do what I had to do.

Steve got over it when he saw that Nancy was a very smart and happy baby. We wondered how the new baby would affect our life but we both really loved her and so did her brother and sister.

Life got back to normal and everything seemed fine. I got away from checking up on Steve all the time. I felt he earned my trust and we let life go on. We both put our kids first and our love life second but that’s the way it should be. We still made love, or had sex on a regular basis.

When our older kids were in college and Nancy was around nine years old things seem to change. Steve had gotten a promotion and worked longer hours. I still worked at the school and tried to have dinner ready when Steve got home. Our love life seemed to wane quite a bit. Steve said it was because of the stress of his new job.

Something just didn’t seem right so I was back to watching how he acted after his trips. I didn’t like being that way but it’s something I couldn’t help. I checked his suits and clothes when he returned from trips.

I didn’t find anything after a couple of his trips and decided to be pro active in our sex life. I went to an all girl party where they had showed different lotions and toys to keep your man happy. They even had a three night massage class on how to rub your partner.

I got some tapes on how to make your partner happy. I was surprised to find out how naive I was when it came to having sex. I thought I knew a lot but I learned so much more. I started to use my new methods on Steve. He loved the rubdowns and massages. I learned more about how to enjoy both oral and anal sex. Needless to say, Steve loved the sex as well.

One thing that I had noticed is that I was doing all these things for Steve but he didn’t return any favors. I would give him oral sex but he wouldn’t return the favor, the same went for massages. It bothered me but I kept trying to do my best. I was going to fight for my husband.

On one night I decided to make him spaghetti and Texas Toast. He loved my homemade sauce. It was 4:30 pm and I had just put the toast in the over when the phone rang. It was Steve.

“Mary, I won’t be home for a couple of hours. A few of us have to stay over and get some work done.”

“I made your favorite spaghetti with the garlic bread.” I replied.

“I’m sorry but I have to stay for awhile. I’ll eat it when I get home. I can just warm it up. Thank you for thinking about me.”

After I hung up with Steve, Nancy asked me if she could go to her girlfriend’s house for awhile. It was a neighbor a couple of doors down from us. I told her that I was going to take dinner to her father and would be back in about an hour. As soon as the toast was done in the oven I wrapped it in foil and took the spaghetti and toast to my husband and his friends so they could all have something to eat.

Everyone would always compliment my cooking. Even the kids at school would tell me how much they liked my cooking compared to their mom’s. It Bayan Escort always made me feel good.

As I pulled into the parking garage I saw a couple of the people that worked with Steve driving out of the building. I was wondering who all had to work over. Henry, the guard at the desk saw me and smiled. I have known him for years.

“Hi Mrs. Wilson, how are you this evening?”

“I’m fine Henry. Is Steve still here?” Henry checked his logs, everyone in the building had to check in and out.

“Yes he is, must be working late again. What do you have there?” asked Henry.

“Spaghetti and toast, would you like some, there’s plenty here,” I said with a smile on my face.

“I’d love some. You’re the best cook I know. I wish my wife could cook as well as you. Your husband is one lucky man,” replied Henry.

I took out a Styrofoam plate and a plastic fork and gave a heaping plate of spaghetti and a couple of slices of toast to Henry. He thanked me over and over again as he started eating it.

I grabbed my stuff and headed to the elevators and up to my husband’s office. I began seeing him now and then for lunch a few years ago. It was kind of a way to check up on him. The only thing is I always called first.

When I got to his floor the receptionist had already left. No one seemed to be around. I went by his office and he wasn’t there. I then went to the lounge area and the door was closed. I could hear voices from the inside. My worst fears were coming out when I heard, “Oh fuck me Steve. God I love it when you take me from behind. Where did you learn all these little tricks? They make me feel so good and yet so dirty.”

Steve laughed and said, “My wife taught them to me.” He must be rubbing her clit while fucking her doggie style. I showed it to him but I had to rub my own clit.

I put down my stuff and slowly opened the door and looked in. He had her leaning over an ottoman and was on his knees behind her. They were so busy that they never even heard me. Their backs were to me as I picked up my pot of spaghetti, walked over to Steve and dumped it all over his back and ass. Too bad he still had a shirt on.

He screamed out as the hot spaghetti hit the bare skin on his ass. The sauce ran down his ass and onto his girlfriend. He jumped up and turned around and saw me.

“You fucking bitch, you could have burned us with that hot sauce.” I couldn’t believe that was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“You bastard! You fucking rotten cheating bastard! That’s all you can say? I just wish it was ten times hotter and burned your fucking cock off. No need to come home, if you do I swear I’ll fucking shoot your balls off, and you know I’ll do it.”

“Mary, we can talk about this later…”

“No you bastard. We’re through talking. Your slut, whore can cook for you from now on,” I said as I walked out the door with my pot. I did turn around and pick up the toast and threw it at him.

All this time the woman just moved away from me and cowered in the corner. I knew who she was. I had met her at the last Christmas party. I had to wonder if they were fucking back then.

I went down the elevator and was crying. Henry smiled at me and then he looked concerned when he saw me crying.

“Are you ok Mrs. Wilson? Is there something I can do?”

“You can shoot my husband if you like,” I said as I continued on out to my car. Of course I knew Henry didn’t even have a gun but it must have made him wonder.

When I got home I just cried my eyes out. Nancy came home and asked me what happened. “Your dad cheated on me with another woman. He won’t be coming home.”

It might have been too much for Nancy at such a young age but I wasn’t thinking that clearly. She started crying as we held each other.

****

Steve tried calling but I kept telling him to go to hell. I threw most of his clothes into garbage bags and my son took them to him when he came home on the weekend. Steve did get a court order to come and get the rest of his belongings. I just went into the kitchen while the officer waited for him to gather his personal stuff. I both hated and loved him but the love was waning fast.

I filed for a divorce and our lawyers got together and worked out an agreement. If I would file for irreconcilable differences Steve would pay me two hundred a week in child support and a hundred a week in alimony. He would also be responsible for our medical costs.

My lawyer told me that this was very good seeing I only had Nancy at home. The support would be until Nancy turned twenty-one or finished four years of college. If I would remarry, the alimony would stop.

Steve really loved his kids. We had joint parental rights. Steve got Nancy every other weekend. We shared holidays and other special days. I wouldn’t talk to him about anything except Nancy until the divorce was final.

It was six months later when we sat across from each other to sign our divorce papers. I promised myself Eskort I wouldn’t cry. All I had to do is picture him with his girlfriend that night and I had no problem being mad. After the signing he asked if he could talk to me and I said sure.

“Mary, I’m sorry, I truly am…”

“I don’t want to hear this shit again,” and started to get up.

“Please Mary, I need to tell you this. Please give me a few minutes of your time.”

I sat there and listened to Steve talk. “Look, I didn’t mean for anything to happen but it did. Lisa is not a whore or a slut, believe me.” I just gave him a dirty look.

“We have been working together for about six months now and we just fell in love. I wasn’t looking for love but it just happened. Before we knew it we were joking with each other on one of our trips and well we became a couple.”

“You had to have let it happen. You know that if a person gets too close to a fire they will get burned. So don’t tell me it just happened. It happened because you let it happen,” I replied.

I got up and left. I was now a free woman but I didn’t feel so free. My heart ached but life goes on. At least I still had Nancy and my older kids to cheer me up when they came to visit.

It was over two years and I hadn’t dated. I just didn’t feel that I wanted any kind of relationship. I guess on the inside I felt old and ugly. I spent most of my free time going to Nancy’s activities. She was a smart girl and into everything.

Steve got married six months after our divorce. Our kids didn’t go to the wedding because they thought their dad got married to soon after our divorce. I really believe they stayed away because of me.

A year ago Kim got married. She asked me if I minded if her dad’s wife Lisa came to the wedding. “Mom, dad said he would pay for most of my wedding but not if his wife wasn’t welcome to the wedding. I know you have a lot of reasons to hate her but she is our father’s wife now. Mom, I would really like dad to walk me down the aisle.”

“Kim, this is your wedding, one of the most important days of your life. I promise you that I won’t do anything to upset that day for you. If you want to invite Lisa, I’m ok with it as long as you don’t seat her anywhere near me. I’ll do my best to help you make your wedding day a wonderful one to remember.”

At the wedding my family, parents, brothers and sister all sat together. They were cordial to Steve but were no longer close. Lisa was there but sat on the groom’s side of the aisle. Seeing my daughter walking down the aisle with her dad made me cry. She looked so beautiful.

At the reception we were all having a good time. I just kept my distance from Lisa. My kids knew her well, especially Nancy. They did spend time with their dad and Lisa at their table. I have to admit we probably all were a little nervous but the wedding was beautiful.

I guess no one mentioned to the band that my husband and I were divorced. He had a dance for the parents of the bride and groom. I was a bit surprised when Steve came over and asked me to dance. Kim looked over at me and I remembered my promise to her and took Steve’s hand as we walked onto the dance floor.

He was such a good dancer. I know I was nervous dancing with him but he held me steady and not too close. As we were dancing he thanked me for the dance and allowing Lisa to come to the wedding.

I didn’t really talk to him but I did give him a smile. I was relieved when the dance ended. My son Robert asked me to dance the next dance. I didn’t realize he was so much like his father. I even told him so.

Since the wedding I have talked to Steve from time to time, mostly about things that concern Nancy. I have seen Steve and his wife at different school functions. He really does try to be there for his daughter.

My life was now working and doing things with Nancy. Robert recently graduated and told me I should rent out his room above the garage. It would give me additional income.

I posted a “For Rent” note at the local grocery. I was surprised when a young man that worked there asked to see the apartment. He was clean cut and had good manners. He ended up renting the place. We invited him in for dinner and he told us about his life and what he had gone through. I told him that we didn’t have sit down meals every day but when we did, we would let him know. He loved my cooking. Of course that always made me feel good and I liked to have someone to cook for.

A week went by and we saw Joey a few times. He always smiled at Nancy and me. On one particular Saturday it was hot for September. Nancy had gone to be with her dad for the weekend and I decided to lie by the pool and get a little sun. I never thought about Joey getting up or even being there.

I put on my skimpy two-piece swimsuit and laid in the back yard. The next thing I knew Joey was standing there looking at me. I was startled at first and then remember telling him he could swim any time he would like, and it was really a hot day.

He was so young and so cute standing there in his bathing suit. I was embarrassed at first and grabbed a towel to cover myself. Joey told me he was sorry to have startled me but was going to take up my offer and go for a dip in the pool.

I want to tell you about “Aunt Helen” and the profound relationship that she and I shared. She is responsible for forming my sexuality and sensuality, the good parts and the bad.

I have been told, more than once, that my sensuality is more like that of a woman than of a man. I am convinced that Helen is the reason I am the way I am. Most of the time, I love her for it and am very grateful for her guidance. The only regret I have is that society often frowns on expressing deep-seated feelings when it comes to sex. Some background might help understand how profound an influence Helen had upon me.

Before she came into my sexual experience, the only significant event occurred when I learned about masturbation. Actually, just about all the other guys were already doing it when I was taught how. The very first time I tried it, I was hooked!

First, I marveled at how stroking my erection changed the look of my penis. Before starting my manual ministrations, it was pink and soft looking. As I stroked it, I noticed how it became redder, now with blue veins showing through my thin skin.

When I felt my first orgasm and ejaculated, I experienced the most intense pleasure, causing me to close my eyes and breathe deeply, even though the squirting ribbons of liquid scared me at first. Later I learned it was normal.

I “did” myself every day thereafter, indulging my desire up to a few times a day. My favorite time of day was my evening shower. I would lean against the wall, so that I could look down at what I was doing. I would marvel at how my erection would come on so quickly. I would pull and push my skin over my erection slowly, then faster and faster as I could feel the warm pleasure starting somewhere deep in my belly.

With my free hand, I would splash at the water to make it sound as though I was just washing myself. At that age, it usually did not take very long. When I felt the oncoming orgasm washing over my legs and body, I would squat down to aim my cum at the drain. In awe, I would watch it gush from my pee hole, in erratic spurts as the most delicious feeling would overtake me completely. By the time I finished my shower, I would often be ready to do it again, but only if I knew no one was waiting to use the bathroom. It was my routine over the ensuing years, until I discovered my “Aunt Helen”.

She was married to a Navy cook. They were originally from New York. She had taught my mom when she was in nursing school, and my mom befriended her. Helen and her husband lived in a condo about a mile from our home. My parents had known them for a long time, and Helen was on the same bowling team with my mom. She was in her early-50’s at the time

Neither of my parents drank, but Helen was always with her bottle of Vodka. In fact, she always kept a bottle or two at our house. She was a very large woman, heavy and big-boned. She had very large breasts and thick arms and legs. Though of average height, her overall heft gave her a squatty look. She was very fair skinned, although she was often flushed with the glow of liquor. She was Italian/German by descent.

She was talkative, almost loud, but behaved decently most of the time. Her brown hair was graying slightly. Her husband, Lou, was a burly guy, very loud and boisterous. He was out to sea quite often. When at home, he and Helen fought often, and he was quite abusive. When the two of them drank, it was not unusual for him to strike her during their incessant arguing. Once, during one of their fights, my dad had to literally throw Lou out the front door. After that, he never came around, although Helen was at our home almost daily.

One Friday night, after bowling, Helen returned home with my parents. My mom fixed snacks, while Helen sat in the kitchen with her bottle. Afterwards, the grownups sat around talking. Helen steadily sipped on her Vodka.

Around midnight, I heard my mom telling Helen that she should not drive, but should stay the night instead. Helen was staggering drunk, but insisted that she would feel better sleeping at her own home. She said Lou was out at sea, so she would be able to just go to bed.

I had just gotten my driver’s license after my first year in college, and I eagerly accepted any excuse to drive my dad’s car. So, when he asked me to drive Aunt Helen home, I jumped at the chance. My dad helped Helen to the car. He put her in the front seat, and off I drove.

Helen had her head back and was restless and moaning from the ill effects of too much booze. At her place, I opened her door. She was in no shape to walk unassisted, so I helped her. I had a hard time controlling her bulk as she stumbled, leaning on me for support, in the elevator and to her door. I took her keys and helped her in.

She went immediately to the bathroom and, even before reaching the toilet, started to throw up. Most of it found the bowl, but some hit the floor. I went to get some paper towels. When I returned, she was gone. I cleaned the floor and finished the job with a mop and Lysol. I finished the job, washed my İstanbul Escort hands, and was going to tell Helen that I was leaving.

In the hallway, I saw her bedroom light streaming through the open door. I called to her but got no answer. I walked toward the light. Just outside the door, I found her blouse, wet and soiled. I picked it up and walked it back to the bathroom. I put it in the sink.

I walked back down the dark hallway to the bedroom and entered into the light of the room. I was not at all prepared for what I saw. There, sprawled on the bed, was my Aunt Helen. She appeared to have passed out and was lying on her back, askew to the bed. Her arms were thrown above her head with her legs flayed open, with one foot still resting on the carpet. Her dark hair framed her now ashen face. She was completely naked!

I froze in my tracks, a jolt of shock causing my neck to go cold, totally unprepared for what I was seeing, and trying to comprehend my situation. My first instinct was to leave the danger of my predicament. (What if she awoke and found me there?) The feeling that I was doing something wrong … being where I should not be … invading her privacy … caused me to think about running away. But, as I stared, I started to understand what I was seeing. I could see her belly rising and falling in deep sleep. I thought, “She’s sleeping. She doesn’t even know I am here.”

I remained frozen in mid-step. My own breathing was becoming louder, and I fought to control myself. After a long time, just staring and drinking in every detail of her body, I slowly and softly moved closer to the bed. Now I could see everything. What a transformation. I had only thought of her as a large woman, with no physical beauty. But now, as she was naked before me, she was nothing but absolute beauty.

I could see her large breasts, pendulous and heavy, flattened against her chest. I clearly saw her dark and large areolae, the tiny bumps on her dark discs, and the protruding nipples centered on each one. (I thought about the pictures that one of the boys had stolen from his father’s desk. The one showing the woman cradling her breasts, showing off her melons.) It was the picture that inspired so many bouts of my own masturbation.) But now, I was seeing it … in the flesh.

This was the real thing! I marveled at how many wonderful curves, hills and valleys there were to her body. I drank it all in. I noticed how soft and smooth her skin looked, especially over her belly and across her slightly parted thighs.

In time, my attention was drawn to the raised mound of hair where her thighs met. It looked like a dark full bush, forming a perfect triangle, which started low on her belly and disappeared between her legs. At the very center of her hairy triangle, there was a slight parting of her hair. All I could see was a cleft where her flesh was visible. I moved closer.

I was now standing dangerously close to her, and staring directly at the mound between her legs. I tilted my head lower and could see below her hair, to the start of the crease between her buttocks. Her skin was so milky white and smooth there. I noticed how the crease disappeared into her hair, continuing, to become the outer edges of the lips of her sex place.

As the minutes passed, I began to calm down from my initial shock. My fear and feelings of guilt were fast being replaced by a new emotion. I could feel my erection growing with each passing moment. I had to shift my hardness, trapped in the tight confines of my trousers. As my fear subsided and my lust intensified, I started to become more bold. (Surely she would not even know that I was here. I wonder if she would know, or even remember, if I should … TOUCH her?)

By now, I had been looking at her naked form for a long time. My erection was now full and fierce. I could feel my heart beating and noticed the warm sweat, now damp on my forehead. My breathing became short and erratic. For the first time, I had seen the naked flesh of a woman, and my passion was raging … for more. Now there was no fear. It had long since been replaced by a blend of curiosity and pure male heat. I cast all caution to the wind and wanted to explore what her vulnerable condition would permit.

Standing closer still, I reached down very carefully, until my hand rested on her breast. I could feel the contact of her nipple upon my palm. I squeezed softly and was amazed at the soft pillowy feeling of her. I massaged her breasts, now with both hands. I could feel my erection now twitching in its tight confines.

Soon my hand went to the main object of my curiosity and desire. I rested my hand on her mound and could feel her hair under my palm. Although her hair looked coarse and curly, I was amazed at how silky smooth it felt as I squeezed ever so gently. The bulge of her mound pressed back into my hand and I groped her between her legs for a long time.

I repositioned myself and was able to reach down with both hands. I was drawn to the cleft showing in the center Anadolu Yakası Escort of her hair. Using both thumbs, I gently pulled her lips apart. What I saw there drove me into a frenzy of lust and passion. As my fingers parted Helen’s nether lips further, her mound of hair parted wider, as my eyes were treated to a large fleshy gash, with dark flesh framing the edges, and the most deliciously smooth pink flesh in the center.

Opening her further, I could see her fleshy hole. I was surprised to see that her flesh there glistened. The fleshy softness just inside the entrance to her hole was pink, and appeared to be moist. I adjusted so that I could hold her lips open wide with one hand. I took the index finger of my other hand and started to insert it into her hole.

I felt my breath catch in my throat at the divine feeling of her warm wetness yielding as my finger entered her. I pushed my finger deeper, until … at last … it was buried in her softness completely. I moved my finger in and out of her. Oddly, I noticed a ripple of gooseflesh washing over her thighs. I continued to move my finger in and out, and noticed that it felt as though her hole was becoming wetter with a slippery liquid coming from deep within her. It felt so good. It was as though the walls of her fleshy tunnel were melting and giving way to my finger. I felt her that way for a very long time.

Then, my attention was drawn to a small sheath of flesh just above her love hole. Using my fingers, I held her sheath open and saw a tiny bud nestled between what looked like tiny lips. I touched the bud of flesh with the tip of my finger. As I did, I was surprised to see her fleshy wet hole contract in a small spasm. More curious, I pushed on her clit more firmly, and her thighs jerked ever so slightly. Then, I took her clit between my thumb and index finger and squeezed. I heard her breath catch and her belly quaked in a spasm. By now, her clit had become harder and stood out from its sheath. I started to roll it between my fingers and noticed the way her fleshy hole twitched, and now oozed with glistening wetness.

As I continued massaging her clit, I noticed that her hips were moving slightly in time to my squeezing. I thought it very odd that she was able to react this way while still asleep. I looked up expecting to see her eyes closed. When I did, I was met with her eyes staring back at me!

She was awake! I let out a yelp and was jolted upright! I was in abject terror! I started to run for the door and she called out to me to stop. (In an instant — in my mind’s eye — I saw my parents scolding me. I saw Helen swinging at me in a fury.)

I ran out of the room and started down the hallway. Helen jumped to her feet and called out to me to stop. I decided to face the music and stopped in the hallway. Helen emerged and I was ready to duck when she reached me. I was completely beside myself with gripping terror. To my surprise, Helen did not seem to be angry. As she reached me, she took my hand and spoke. “Honey? Don’t run. Don’t be afraid. Please try to relax. I’m not angry with you. Really I’m not. Come here. Come back with me to the bed.”

I stood there panting with anxiety and still feeling very afraid. I wondered whether to run, cry, or try to apologize for my wrongdoing. While I was lost in my pondering reflection, Helen actually smiled at me. With that, she led me back to the bedroom.

She sat me on the bed and sat beside me, still holding my hand. I tried to blurt out an apology, but I could only stammer. Helen now took my hand into both of hers. She just stared at me. To my surprise, she did not appear to be upset. Actually, it seemed that she was trying to calm me down.

And I did calm down a bit. All the while she just stared at me, patting my hand to reassure me. When my shaking stopped and my breathing returned to normal, she spoke.

“Why are you so afraid?”

“Um … because of what I did.”

“Did you do something bad?”

“I think so …well, yes.”

“Was it bad because you were being sneaky?”

“Yes.”

“Because you were taking advantage of me?”

“Yes.”

“Because you were doing things to me while I was asleep”

“Uh huh.”

With that, she let go of my hand and hugged me, her hands seeming to press me into her nakedness. When she looked at me again, she was smiling warmly.

“Adam? You don’t have to feel bad because of what you did. You’re growing up. It’s normal for you to be curious. It’s a natural thing. And I’m not angry at you. You know why?”

“No. Why?”

“I have a secret to tell you. I was being sneaky too. And I was being just as bad as you.”

“How is that?”

“Well … you say you feel bad because you were taking advantage of me while I was sleeping?”

“I guess so.”

“Adam, honey, I was awake from the first time you touched me. I wasn’t asleep after that. And you know what? I liked it too. I liked the way you were touching me. And I thought you knew that I was awake. Kartal Escort Didn’t you know that I was awake?”

“No … uh uh.”

We were quiet then, as I just let her words sink in. I was relieved. But now I wanted to ask her something. I started to a number of times, but the words just did not come out. She just sat next to me, rubbing my hand and comforting me. Then I decided to ask. But I did not have to.

Helen started by unbuttoning my shirt. She removed it and had me stand. She undid my trousers and pulled them down and off. When she started to pull my underwear down, I was embarrassed. My erection had returned the instant I realized that she wanted me naked … as naked as she was.

When she pulled my underwear down by my waistband, my fully hard erection sprang free … standing straight out … bowing upward slightly. She reassured me, and soon I was standing before her naked.

I felt a hot flush to see her staring at my hardness. She lay down and patted the bed next to her. I lay next to her and we embraced. She took my hand and put it where I had been exploring her earlier. She spread her legs for me very wide and my hands roamed over all of her soft and wet places. She kept reassuring me and made me very comfortable. It felt so wonderful to have her nakedness pressing against me.

Her hand went to my erection and I thoroughly enjoyed the way she massaged my hardness. When her hand squeezed me … gently but firmly … my cock muscles pressed back in her hand. I felt her thumb rubbing my pee hole. I was already leaking drops of precum, and she smeared the tip of my cock with the slippery wetness. She smiled as she took her thumb to her lips and sucked my wetness from it.

I couldn’t help but be in complete awe of what was happening. Here I was, lying with a real woman for the first time. And she was just as eager as I was.

She coached me very gently and tenderly, always reassuring me that I was pleasing her. She kissed me and stroked me whenever I did something she enjoyed. I grew to be very comfortable with her, and she guided me through our exploring of each other.

“Mmmm … yes, Adam. Touch it like that. Pinch it again … a little harder. Ahh … now use two fingers … move it slowly in and out of me. Now flutter your fingers as deep as you can go.” We enjoyed each other this way for a very long time. I felt very empowered. When I touched her, she shifted her position to help me. It felt so good to have her so willing … and so wanting. In time, she lay flat and pulled me on top of her. She reached up and turned off the lamp. I was lying on her, my naked body resting between her wide spread legs. I felt her hand reach down between us and soon she was guiding my swollen erection directly to her oozing love tunnel.

I felt it slide easily into her. Feeling my erection going deeper into her warm wet flesh hole was beyond description. Finally, I was completely in her and she started to gently rock her hips. Holding me to her, she coached me to start thrusting my hips to move my hardness in and out of her. I could feel her love muscles clenching then relaxing on my cock as I pumped it in and out of her.

In my state of extreme excitement, it did not take long. After a few hard thrusts into her, I felt my orgasm starting. She must have felt my legs stiffen and my breathing becoming deeper and labored. She hugged me tight to her breasts and whispered into my ear.

“Yes, Adam! That’s it! Do it hard now. Don’t hold back, honey! Just do it now! Yes … cum for me, Adam! Shoot your juice inside me. Squirt all of it deep inside of me! Now. Yes …now, honey … cum for me …cum hard, honey, cum hard!”

Her words drove me to the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced! I was moaning and writhing on top of her. I could feel and hear my swollen member squirting my cum deep inside of her. I could feel the whole length of my cock completely submerged in our blended juices, which was now squishing out of her as I continued to thrust into her hole.

At the height of my orgasm, I cried out and felt a drop of spit flying from my lips. I grimaced in the pleasure of my total orgasm, which left me limp and panting … lying fully upon my woman lover, as she stroked my back and assured me that everything was just perfect.

After we had had our first bout of intense and delicious fucking, we showered and went back to bed, now clean again.

She asked and was elated to learn that that was my very first time. I asked her if she had an orgasm and she said … in honesty … that she did not. As we talked, she was fondling my cock and I soon had a full erection once more. She explained to me how women need certain things to bring on an orgasm. She promised that she would teach me everything, and assured me that we would soon have perfect intercourse and orgasm together. But first, she wanted me to experience something else.

She folded a comforter and placed it along with both pillows under my head. In that position, I could see down the front of my body and saw my erection pointing at the ceiling. She moved on the bed, and soon I was staring in total disbelief as she first kissed, then licked, the tip of my erection. She looked up at me. Then, I saw my achingly-hard cock slipping between her lips and into her mouth.

While they weren’t exactly the Montagues and Capulets, it was fair to say Melody Rogers and her fiancé, Randall Parsons were facing difficulties with their families over their impending nuptials. Both were 22, virile, inquisitive, passionate and deeply in love with each other. A fact that deeply troubled the mother of the future groom.

To be fair, no girl was ever going to be good enough for Grace Parson’s only son, Randall. The fact that Melody came from the wrong side of the tracks only intensified her distaste for the manipulative, young hussy.

Randall and Melody had met a year and a half earlier when they were both hired as seasonal help at the local Home Depot, and started dating soon after. When Grace found out her son had proposed a few months earlier, her natural inclination was to assume Randall had knocked her up. Randall denied it, even offering to bring his mother a vial of Melody’s piss for Grace to test to verify his point.

Grace held out hope the two would find something else shiny to focus their youthful hormones on, but as time went by, the young lovebirds didn’t show any signs of tiring of each other. Grace eventually accepted the direction of things when Randall made it known they’d talked to the preacher, rented out a hall for the reception, even put a deposit down on an apartment to move into.

Grace made one last ditch effort to get her estranged Husband, Cliff, to talk some sense into their son, but he just told her not to let her bitterness towards the institution of marriage keep Randall from finding happiness.

Normally, is the responsibility of the bride’s family to handle many of the wedding plans. Therein lied one of the chief misgivings Grace Parsons had about her son’s choice of a spouse. To say Melody Rogers came from a broken home would have been a understatement. Her father had been gunned down when she was two, a victim of a very agitated home owner who woke up to find her strung out father burglarizing his place.

One of the reasons the man was robbing homes was to support his and Melody’s mom’s drug habit, and it wasn’t long after his death that she was arrested as well, beginning quite a long and sad list of brushes with the law.

Little Melody was shuffled from relative to relative for most of her formative years. Unfortunately, the seed from such dysfunctional soil even landed her with two separate stints in juvenile detention as a teenager. Having grown up near Grand Rapids, once Melody endured that second 18 month incarceration, she moved to Saginaw to live with her grandparents where she finished high school and started to re-build her life. That’s when she met Randall.

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“Why would you want a girl who’s Momma is a junkie and who’s Daddy died trying to score her fix. Why would you want a girl who’s been in and out of jail herself?” Grace asked her son once after finding out snippets of Melody’s background.

It took all Randall had not to slap his mother.

“People aren’t destined to be slaves to their upbringing,” he tried to rationalize with her, only as a love-struck young man could about the object of his affection.

“It wasn’t like we were the Cleavers growing up,” Randall added that last jab which caused his mother to swallow hard before she fended off the urge to reach out and smack him in return.

While Melody certainly wasn’t the monster her future mother-in-law was so desperate to paint her to be, she wasn’t exactly the bastion of reformed purity Randall saw her as either. The truth, like so many things, was somewhere in between.

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Perhaps Melody Rogers was looking for the stability and calm Randall provided to protect her from the whirlwind quagmire her life had been to that point. She loved Randall, and he was the first guy she’d ever known that genuinely loved her back. That’s not to say the slings and arrows, some silent and others not, that Grace Parsons had hurled her way since the announcement of the engagement hadn’t hurt.

There were times she wished she’d never shared some of the elements of her background with Randall, but secrets are quicksand for the foundation of a relationship. Besides, given the amount of ‘moral re-enforcement’ she’d been given during her two stints in juvie and one in rehab, Melody had learned the hard way to be proud of who she was. She was a survivor.

That’s why when Melody looked you in the eye, you should believe anything she would say. On the other hand, there was something burning so deeply inside her, something that she was still quite scared of, unless you looked really hard, you’d never see the inferno of that malevolent glow.

Even though Grace had made peace with the idea of Melody being her daughter-in-law, the truce between the two was tenable at best. At some point, Randall made the suggestion that the two women take off one afternoon on a shopping trip together, thinking if the two couldn’t bond over some retail therapy, there wouldn’t be Pendik Escort any hope for them to ever get along. Begrudgingly, both mother and fiancé accepted.

There was a mall about 45 minutes from home that Grace always enjoyed visiting, and the pair took off late one Saturday afternoon after Melody got off from work to look for a few things for the wedding.

Traveling up an interstate, locked in a car with someone you can’t stand is never an easy proposition. There wasn’t a radio station the two could readily agree on, there really wasn’t a comfort level between the two to talk about the ‘big issues’ facing them, and any attempt at small talk was pained and awkward. Other than an occasional comment about a passing car or something odd dotting the landscape, silence pretty much ruled the trip up.

With Grace’s inability to see well after dark, they’d taken Melody’s car. Between the young girl’s erratic driving, and the lack of leg room, Grace’s feet were asleep and her knuckles were white by the time they reached the mall.

They spent the better part of two hours walking the mall, and even though they bought a couple of things, it was clear their tastes in fashion and style were as diametrically opposed as most everything else. Grace made a point to show Melody several kitchen utensils and equipment, making a not so subtle dig at the girl’s indifference at learning how to cook. At some point a little later, Melody pointed out some rather revealing lingerie then bought it, loving the sickened look on Grace’s face knowing she might be wearing it on the wedding night with the woman’s beloved son.

The two women wound up buying enough stuff to fill the trunk of Melody’s car before they pulled out of the parking lot and started heading back to Saginaw, a little after 6pm, that early December evening.

The lack of legroom and Melody’s questionable musical preferences weren’t the only things that made a trip that long unbearable. Grace’s thimble sized bladder didn’t help much either. They’d stopped at a rest area about halfway up, and even without asking, Melody pulled into the same one on the drive back.

Giving the younger girl a gruff but appreciative ‘thanks’ for pulling over without having to ask, Grace got out to stretch her legs, grab a smoke and pee. By then darkness had settled fully over central Michigan, but even if it had been the brightest day of summer at high noon, Grace likely would have never noticed the beat-up van that was idling six spaces away. The same van that had been following their every move since they left the mall in Bay City.

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Grace spent a good ten minutes in the restroom then smoked another cigarette before getting back inside the car with Melody to make the final trudge home. Knowing it would be both petty and redundant for them both to call Randall to tell him they were on their way back, Grace dismissively deferred, allowing Melody to have the honors before they pulled out of the rest stop and entered a notorious digital dead zone over the next 20 miles or so.

Five minutes after they headed back on the road however, Melody’s car began to lurch and overheat. Disgustedly ringing her hands together and biting her tongue, Grace Parson’s used every ounce of decorum she had not to curse out loud as Melody steered her wheezing vehicle into the breakdown lane.

“I’ve been coming up here for as long as I can remember and I’ve never had any issues with a car,” the vitriol finally seeped from Grace’s lips before she could stop herself.

“I think a belt might have broken,” Melody offered as the scent of singed rubber and overheated coolant filtered through the console.

Another bout of silence engulfed the two women as the unsettling motion of the cars and trucks passing them on the highway rocked the broken down bucket of bolts beneath them.

“No service,'” they both almost said in unison when they looked down at their cellphones.

“How far of a walk back to the rest stop…or til we can at least get a line to make a call?” Grace asked with sullen disgust.

“Too far on a crowded road like this after dark,” Melody replied. “Might just be safer to sit here and wait until someone stops to help.”

“Shit,” Grace tapped the side of her head against the passenger side window a few times and spat, the vulgarity sounding oddly comical coming from her lips.

“I’d much rather take my chance out there than be a sitting duck for whoever might stop to ‘help’!” Grace added a few breaths later, ever the control freak, her deepest and darkest fears of helplessness now nipping at her heels.

The women shared another glare of uneasiness when an especially large tractor trailer sped by, causing the entire lifeless car to sway.

“Didn’t happen to wear hose, did you?” Melody chirped. “Somebody told me once you can use a pair in a pinch to substitute for a broken fan belt.”

“I didn’t know my son was marrying MacGyver,” Grace cracked, Kurtköy Escort leaving a blank look on the much younger girl’s face from the dated reference.

A foreboding calm settled like a fog on the inside of the car as the chilly air from outside gradually seeped in. The headlights continued to whizz by as one vehicle after another sped south, leaving the two women sitting pensively waiting for the other to come up with an idea. Two tow tracks actually passed in the first 10 minutes they sat there, but both already had breakdowns hitched to them.

“Maybe a state trooper will show up,” Melody offered, more to fill the silence than anything.

“Not with the budget cutbacks, they wont,” Grace couldn’t help but add to the negativity.

Before they could drift any deeper into their stranded malaise however, the cab of Melody’s car filled with the red glow of brake lights pulling over directly in front of them. Each leaning forward in their seat, they saw a full sized blue and white van come to a stop 50 yards or so ahead before starting to slowly back up towards them in the breakdown lane.

An initial jolt of giddiness played out until something primal tripped inside Grace.

“I don’t like this,” she mouthed.

Melody simply sat with her hands perched on the steering wheel, staring forward, waiting for the doors of the van to open.

If trepidation was already wafting from Grace’s pores before those doors opened, the aroma of her fear became pungent when she saw two men step out and begin walking towards Melody’s hobbled car.

“Lock the doors,” she blathered over to the girl sitting with stoic calm in the driver’s seat.

Even with her glasses on, given the dizzying cavalcade of headlights racing up and down the highway, the two approaching men were nothing but blurry blobs for Grace as she coiled backwards in her seat. As much as she hated being afraid, feeling the seemingly serenity coming from Melody only made Grace unravel that much more.

Considering the rural area they were stuck, Grace’s natural inclination was to assume it was a couple of good ol’ boys who’d stopped to help. Even though they may have smelt a little and would perhaps leer at her and Melody a little too long, their heart was most likely pure. Heartened somewhat by the amount of traffic flowing up and down the highway, Grace was thankful there were still plenty of witnesses in case their plight took a turn for the worse.

“Like you’d really pay attention to anything going on, on the side of the road after dark,” Grace’s conscience snipped sarcastically. “Unless there was a wreck there for you to rubberneck at, you’d just hit to gas and keep trucking. You wouldn’t even look over and all those drivers out there probably wont either.”

It wasn’t until the man who’d gotten out of the driver’s side of the van came directly up to Melody’s side of the car that Grace realized the men who’d stopped weren’t exactly ‘good ol’ boys’.

“You ladies need some help?” the 20 something man, of what looked to be Mediterranean descent, asked through the window Melody had cracked.

So focused on the interplay between them, Grace nearly jumped in her seat when the second man, this one a taller guy who appeared to be Hispanic of some variety, suddenly emerged right outside her door.

The man, who also looked to be in his early 20’s, reflexively put his hands up, palms out, as if to say he didn’t mean to startle Grace. Doing her best to keep one eye on the man talking to Melody and the other on the man now hovering beside her, Grace was starting to get a headache.

Trying some of the breathing techniques she’d learned from an exercise DVD she’d ordered off of late night tv years ago, Grace defiantly trained her gaze straight forward, trying to think of a subtle way to reach down into the floorboard and grab the bottle of mace a church friend had given her as a gift a few birthdays back.

“You’ll just wind up spraying yourself with it,” Grace’s conscience snidely mocked, knowing in a rush she might just wind up pointing the thing in the wrong direction, if she could find a way of firing it at all.

Lost in her own self reflection for what seemed like no longer than a heartbeat, Grace was jolted back to reality when she sensed Melody agreeing to something the creepy man leaning down by her window had said.

“What are you doing, Melody?” Grace hissed in a curt whisper, nearly reaching over to grab the girl’s right arm before she stopped herself.

“This guy here offered to drive me up always to a spot where we can get some cell reception,” Melody calmly told her future mother-in-law.

“And you’re just gonna jump in the van with them,” Grace just shook her head and spat, trying to keep it quiet enough the two guys flanking Melody’s car wouldn’t hear.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Melody shot back. “We can sit here all night and be popsicles by sunrise.”

“You’re not going alone with them,” Grace grinded her Maltepe Escort teeth together, knowing their options were few. “I’m going too. I’m not going to let you go… with…them…all by yourself.”

“Fine,” Melody’s rolled her eyes and agreed. “Who knows if I’ll even have a car to come back to if we leave it abandoned by the highway, but suit yourself. He said the spot is only about five miles up.”

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The inside of the van was worse than Grace imagined. If there was such a thing, the interior of the van was a mobile man-cave that wretched of one part boys locker room and one part reggae concert.

A smoker herself, even Grace nearly choked on the thick herbal stench hitting her lungs each time she breathed as she took the seat behind the driver’s. If she wasn’t already thinking this was a bad idea, Grace’s stomach absolutely rolled when the guy who’d been talking to Melody followed her into the backseat instead of taking his place up front.

“Why is he…?” Grace internally croaked before the shrill sound of the guy closing the side door raked down her spine.

Twenty-two year old Deron Torres was sitting in the driver’s seat of his grandfather’s beat up Econoline van, key in the ignition as the traffic whizzed by on I-75. There were three people seated in the row behind him, his childhood friend Ronny Kostas and two women in distress they’d picked up along the highway.

Reclined back in his seat, silently taking it all in as he stared in the rearview mirror, for someone as risk inclined as Deron, even he had butterflies in his belly knowing full well what was about to happen.

“No,” he heard the younger girl snap then giggle nervously as Ronny brazenly tucked his hand between her thighs.

Tapping his left hand on the steering wheel, waiting for the cue to turn the ignition as Ronny continued to flirt with the girl they’d just picked up, Deron couldn’t help but smile. Of all the crazy things he’d ever done, nothing compared to this. As hard as he tried, Deron couldn’t see the older woman who’d been with the girl sitting beside Ronny, but the fear and apprehension she was giving off was quite palpable in the cramped space.

Meeting eyes with Ronny in the rear view a few moments later, Deron turned over the engine and mumbled, “Here we go”, under his breath before putting the van into gear.

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A disbelieving gurgle of shock belched from Grace’s lungs the first time she looked over and saw the man put his hands between Melody’s thighs. To Grace’s ever lasting horror, Melody seemed to be taking it in stride. Even though she put her hands out and fended off the guy’s first few attempts, it didn’t seem to be deterring him in the least.

Despite her words being lodged in her throat, the expression on Grace’s face clearly showed her disgust.

“We should have left your mom back at the car,” Ronny whispered into Melody’s ear, loud enough for Grace to clearly hear.

“Uhhh..she’s not my mom,” Melody sighed back, squirming slightly but still keeping an amazing aura of calm.

“She’s gonna be my mother-in-law,” Melody added dryly. “I’m engaged to her son.”

“Oh,” the well built young man nodded dismissively before tucking his right hand back down to the smooth denim thigh of Melody’s jeans.

Having the van lurch to life beneath her only added to Grace’s discontent.

“STOP,” she wanted to scream but couldn’t.

They had, after all, agreed to drive her and Melody up the highway a little until she could get a line out. “…Or just leave you two bludgeoned to death in a culvert,” the snide voice of Grace’s inner reason merrily reminded.

Looking down at the face of her cellphone, there were still no bars. The emptiness of that image only intensified when she felt the tires of the van slip back up on the pavement as the kid driving merged back into traffic. Raising her head as the van accelerated, Grace looked up just in time to see the man beside Melody once again try picking her locks.

“Her knees are a little further apart than they were the first time he tried,” she drearily noted, even though on the surface it still appeared Melody was rebuking his efforts.

“You’ve still got the mace in your purse,” Grace told herself re-assuredly, but what was she going to do, spray a guy who was driving 70mph up the highway or blind a guy who was clearly high and trying to get a little frisky with an openly flirtatious girl.

A couple more miles up and Grace could call 911 if she had to. With every subsequent roll of the tires however, Grace began to feel she’d never get the chance.

“Just open the door and fling yourself out,” she thought for the briefest of moments, knowing a few broken bones would heal in time. A slit throat wouldn’t. Then a tractor-trailer sped by to Grace’s left, causing her to aimlessly drop her hands back down to her lap.

Swiveling her gaze back towards Melody, the urge to hurl herself from the van quickly returned. It was as if the girl was transforming into something inhuman before her very eyes. It was clear Melody’s knees were drifting further apart, and now the girl had shifted her posture until she was openly facing the creep beside her.

Cuckolding was not something we had planned. My wife Lenora and I had a good marriage, had good kids, and what most people would call a normal life.

Then unexpectedly, while attending a friend’s wedding, my wife Lenora and I were introduced to the world of cuckolding. We had never spoken about it before. It just happened. I think we both needed it at the time.

Our new sexual adventures began later in our marriage when our kids were older and out of the house. From my perspective, and up to that point in our marriage, I thought I knew my wife and her non-adventurous, even prudish sexual preferences; I apparently did not.

The best part in the beginning was that these were spontaneous situations. Lenora was always reluctant at first and alcohol had a lot to do with it initially. I was never aware this would happen but it was exciting and new to watch.

Later on, we searched for her partners together online. The first time this happened, it occurred with a black stranger. Forcefully introduced to a stranger’s strong fingers at our table at the wedding, she quickly succumbed to his charms. She instigated what came later that night in his hotel room, and I was a voyeur.

That original encounter, and my feeling of helplessness and humiliation while watching her fucked silly, should have made me feel ashamed. It did not! My cock was the hardest it ever was during that night. And it made Lenora enjoy it more too, knowing I was watching her and helpless. She told me this, years later.

We had not spoken about what happened that night after the wedding. I did not want to bring it up to her and I thought she was embarrassed by it. So, we just forgot about it. I assumed it was a one time thing, until a couple of months later after that wedding night.

We were invited to a brunch on a Saturday in early October 2014 by one of Lenora’s cousins. It was a cousin’s thing and it was at a very nice place not to far from our house. The brunch was from 11am to 3pm. Lenora’s family liked to drink so we expected to have a nice time. We did not go out very often and we enjoyed ourselves at these functions.

Because it was early in the day, we had kept an appointment with a mortgage broker for later that afternoon. This guy was referred to us by a friend who had refinanced his mortgage and we wanted to do the same thing if we could. This guy was always booked up so we were happy to finally get an appointment. And he was coming to our house. Our appointment was at 4:30pm so we had plenty of time to get back from the brunch.

We had a great time and the food was great. Lenora and her cousins had a great time too, as they started with Mimosas early and continued through out the brunch. I don’t really like to drink early in the day anyway so I let Lenora have a good time. By the looks of her, she did. She was feeling no pain.

We stayed until the end of the brunch and then hung around for another half hour or so just bullshitting with everyone. On the way home, we talked about dinner that night, but we had that meeting at 4:30. I said I would go out later for a pizza after the meeting.

We got home and changed clothes. Lenora put on her favorite pink housedress and flip-flops and I changed into my usual casual attire: shorts and a tee shirt. Even though it was October, it was still relatively warm.

Lenora was still feeling good and I anticipated a decent night of sex as Lenora always liked to fool around when she was drunk.

At almost exactly 4:30, our doorbell rang. I answered the door and a very tall middle-aged black man stood there. He introduced himself as Anthony Burns and handed me a business card. As I showed him in, he told me to call him ‘Tony’ as that was what everyone called him.

Tony was about 6 feet 2 inches tall and built like a linebacker. He wore a light blue polo shirt which showed off his build and muscular arms. He wore business casual slacks and shoes.

Lenora was putting clothes in the dryer when we walked into the kitchen area. We live in a nice sized ranch in a nice quiet town in New Jersey. The house is on 2 acres and we have our privacy as the surrounding homes are similar.

When you enter our house from the front door you walk through a small foyer into our bar area then into the den. On the left is the kitchen which has a center island and 3 stools. The garage is on that side of the house with an entrance into the kitchen. We usually come in through the garage. The laundry room is on that side as well as a bathroom. From the kitchen, you can access the back yard and our deck in the back of the house.

The den has a large L-shaped sectional couch, which faces our television and entertainment unit Ataşehir Escort in the far corner of the room. The back section of the couch faces our large kitchen table. You can see the TV from the couch and the kitchen table as the house has a very open floor plan. There are windows all around in each of the rooms. The colors are light and neutral and the house has hardwood floors.

As we walked in the den, Lenora came out of the laundry room to meet us. I introduced her to Tony and we all sat down at the kitchen table. The television was on but was muted. Lenora asked if Tony wanted coffee or a soda and he declined.

We started discussing the mortgage process but Lenora continually changed the subject of the conversation. Lenora was still feeling good and when she was, she liked to talk. She seemed extremely interested in hearing about Tony and his life. Tony seemed like a genuinely good person.

He told us he was originally from Philadelphia and had gone to school there. He was 39 years old and he had moved to New Jersey years ago and still had family in the Philadelphia area. He visited them often. He had been married but had gotten divorced five years earlier and he had no children.

In the midst of our conversations that continued to go from business to personal, Tony had told us, based on all the factors involved in the process, we should easily get the refinancing. Lenora was thrilled! Lenora said, “Ed, open a bottle of wine. Let’s celebrate!” This normally does not happen, but since she was already feeling good, she wanted to drink more.

I opened a bottle of white wine and brought over a few glasses. Tony initially said no to the wine, but Lenora insisted. Finally, we all toasted and went back to our conversation. The wine quickly accelerated Lenora’s ‘feeling good mood’. She was laughing and talking up a storm, even slurring her words a little. I knew she was lit. We really were having a fun time.

I was starving by this time and suggested getting a pizza. Tony said, in that case he should be going. Lenora said, “No Tony. Stay and have pizza with us. We’ll have a pizza party!” We all started to laugh. After some more prodding, Tony finally said, “Okay, I’ll stay for pizza.”

I called the order in to our local pizzeria, which included some appetizers now as well. They said it would be ready in 20 minutes.

We continued to talk about everything and anything. A second bottle of wine was opened. I wasn’t even drinking; I just had that first toast a while ago. Lenora was getting a little more personal with Tony. She asked him if he had a girlfriend, and does he date many women. She giggled and said, “You must have a lot of girlfriends Tony.” I thought that was odd for her to say but she was drunk by now. He said at this time he had not been involved with anyone for a while. He was busy with his career and he was focusing on that.

After about 15 minutes or so, I said I was going to get the food.

I had to wait about 10 minutes after I arrived at the pizzeria. It was Saturday night and the place was packed. I finally got my food and headed back home.

I parked the car in the garage, gathered the pizza and the appetizers and opened the door to the kitchen from the garage. I heard some music playing and what sounded like deep grunts. I also heard a sort of slapping sound.

As I walked around the L-shaped countertop toward the kitchen table, I then saw Lenora’s face. She was facing me and her hands gripped top of the back of the couch. She clung to the couch tightly as her head bounced up and down. Tony was standing behind her, thrusting violently into her from behind. The force was so great that the sound his balls made as they slapped Lenora’ ass rose above the music and her grunts!

Lenora’s drunk eyes were wide and glazed. Her hair was sweaty and getting more disheveled as Tony pounded her relentlessly. She was making those deep guttural sounds!

Tony faced me as well. I saw he was shirtless, his massive chest moving back and forth into my wife. The determined expression on his face did not change as the sound of his balls slapping against Lenora’s ass resonated over the music. He glanced at me but didn’t miss a beat.That was the sound I heard when I walked in.

The television was off and music was playing from the entertainment unit. The song “Holding Back the Tears” by Simply Red was playing. To this day, when I hear that song, I remember this scene.

Lenora’s still wore her housedress which was pushed up over her back, but her panties were torn and on the floor. Tony’s clothes were thrown all over the room. As her head rocked, Lenora looked right at me and slurred, “Hi Ed, uh.” Kadıköy Escort as she continued moaning on Tony’s cock.

Her eyes said it all as she was clearly getting the shit fucked out of her. As I stood there, holding the pizza and the other stuff, with my mouth open, she just looked at me and smiled slightly.

She closed her eyes and gripped the couch tightly. I never heard her moan like that.

I immediately began to get a hard on! He was pounding Lenora so hard the couch was moving forward! Lenora was grunting and whimpering now. I don’t know how long they were at it, but suddenly Tony let out a loud grunt and began thrusting spasmodically. I’m sure the load he left in my wife’s pussy was huge!

I finally moved and put the pizza and food on the kitchen table. I walked over to the bar, which was directly on the right of the den from where I was, and poured myself a glass of scotch. As I took a sip, I looked to my right and saw Tony pull his cock out of Lenora. She stood up, turned to face Tony, glanced at me with a drunk smile, and pulled her housedress off. Her nipples were so hard!

Tony backed up a bit and it was then that I saw the size of his cock. It was huge. It had to be 9 – 10 inches long! Twice as long as mine! And it was thick too. It had to have a 6 to 7-inch girth!

Lenora led him to the couch and sat him down. She kneeled in front of him and spread his legs. I took my scotch and my screaming hard on to the other part of the sectional, facing them and started watching my wife play with this stranger in front of me.

Lenora started by stroking his huge shaft slowly with both of hands. It looked even bigger in her small hands! Then she opened her mouth wide and began sucking that black cock! The tip was large, almost mushroom like, and she engulfed it with her lips. She made sure she worked that mushroom head good. As Tony moaned, Lenora stared at him, but made sure she looked over at me too. When she looked at me, her teasing eyes said, “I love sucking this black cock Ed!”

Not since that night, months ago with David, had I seen Lenora suck a cock like that. Tony looked over at me, and his expression said, “Hey Ed, looks like Lenora’s mine tonight”. His wide grin and white teeth said it all. I felt humiliation and anger, but it was all so fucking hot! Lenora, as she sucked and licked that black cock, looked over at me and said, “Oh yeah. We’re all gonna have some fun tonight”.

After a few minutes, Lenora got up and swung her left leg onto the couch. She guided Tony’s 10 inches into her pussy, and slowly sat onto it. Again, as she slowly slid down on Tony’s cock, she looked over at me and said, “Oh Ed, this is a real man’s cock. Oh!”

It didn’t take long until she was bouncing up and down on it and moaning like a woman possessed. Tony just sat there and she did all the work. Her head was shaking from side to side and her dark brown hair was flying in every direction. She never took her eyes off me though as she rubbed her clit on that monster cock. I thought I was going to come in my pants.

Tony was moaning too. Then he stood up carrying Lenora on his cock. He lifted her up and down on his cock, her white pussy foam drenching his shaft. She was whimpering now. He walked over to where I was sitting. Lenora’s ass was right in front of me now as he lifted her up and down. Tony looked over at me and said, “Ed where’s the bedroom?” I got up and led the way.

When we got to our bedroom, Tony headed toward our king size bed. I couldn’t take it anymore and got naked myself. My cock was going to explode but I kept watching my shy wife act like a slut whore. It was fucking amazing!

Tony put Lenora on the bed, never taking his cock out of her. He was like a man possessed now too. He raised Lenora’s legs onto his shoulders exposing that beautiful pussy and slid that monster of a cock in and out relentlessly. Lenora was screaming now! I moved to the bed hoping she would suck my cock.

When I got closer to the bed, she noticed me and turned to me. She smiled that little smile of hers. Then Lenora looked at my cock, and with her left hand, held her thumb and index finger about 2 inches apart and laughed. She grabbed my cock and began jerking it. I blew my load across her chest within 20 seconds of her grabbing me.

With the sounds of Tony’s balls hitting her ass, Lenora’s loud uncontrollable moans, and the sight of my wife’s legs raised on Tony’s shoulders and her feet dangling, my cock was hard again!

Tony’s familiar grunting was proof he just blew another load into my wife’s pussy. They took a break for a few minutes. They were on the bed and I was standing at the foot of it. Lenora Bostancı Escort was rubbing her hand across Tony’s chest. She still seemed to be feeling good from the wine. She was also rubbing her leg across Tony’s cock.

She looked at me and said, “Tony’s cock is so big, Ed. It fills me up! I love the way it feels. He fucks me so good! So much better than you. You like watching me with black men though, don’t you?”

“Yes, Lenora I do, I said as I lowered my head. I love watching your expressions when you come on those black cocks!” Tony, who was soft spoken when we were talking earlier, and who hadn’t said a word while he was fucking Lenora, finally said, in a very stern voice, “Lenora, suck my cock. Get me hard again. I want to fuck that tight ass of yours.”

Lenora, without replying, slid down the bed toward Tony’s cock. Glancing at me and smiling that smile again, she greedily took that mushroom head of his into her mouth. The slurping sounds she made as she sucked and licked him had me hard again. All I could do was stroke my cock and stare.

Tony suddenly grabbed Lenora by the back of the neck and moved toward her. He planted a very violent and sensual kiss on her lips. She reciprocated, and they kissed for a few minutes. Tony then yelled to me, “Ed, don’t just stand there, get me some Vaseline or lube.”

Like a zombie, I went into the adjacent bathroom and grabbed some KY jelly we kept in there. I quickly brought it to him. “Pour some on my cock Ed”. Lenora, stared at me and said, “Do it Ed. Fucking do it!”, and she giggled as she stared at me.

As Tony held his huge cock extended, I poured the KY across the length of it. Lenora told me, “Now rub it on that man’s cock Ed”. I was stunned. I was about to say ‘No’, when she gave me that evil eye of hers.

I began to rub that lotion onto Tony’s cock. What the fuck was I doing? As I did, Lenora looked at me and said, “good boy Ed. You have to be part of this too. And you will.” I rubbed it all over his hard cock. Lenora had laid down with her head facing the foot of the bed. She had her head down on the bed but lifted her ass up to Tony.

It was so surreal to me; we had spoken about anal sex but we had never done it. Lenora would always be reluctant to try it with me. Now she couldn’t wait for her ass fuck from this big black cock! Her ass was raised up for Tony’s cock! It didn’t matter though; my cock was so fucking hard!

I kneeled down at the foot of the bed about a foot away from Lenora’s face. Tony started to work that huge head of his cock into Lenora’s virgin asshole. She squirmed and looked at me with excited eyes. Then Tony got the head in! He slowly continued to work his huge member into that ass.

His speed began to increase when he had over half his cock in Lenora’s ass. She was moaning now and gripping my arm like a vise! Tony was looking down at me and smiling. He said, “Oh my God! Your ass is so tight Lenora!” He was grunting again.

Tony pulled out of Lenora’s ass and said to her, “Get over here Lenora! I’m gonna come in your mouth” while stroking his cock. She looked at me, grabbed my arm and said, “Your turn Ed. Open those pretty little lips of yours. As she pushed my head down towards that black cock, she said, “I want you to taste me on Tony’s cock.”

Tony grabbed the back of my head and even though I reluctantly protested, I engulfed his cock and sucked it. She was looking right at me and holding my head on his cock as well. I stared right back at her as Tony’s hips began to spasm. As I sucked all of his jism down, she jerked my cock quickly as her breasts bounced. He let out a loud thunderous groan as he finished emptying his load down my throat. Lenora’s eyes widened as she watched her cuckold husband swallow this black man’s load. She made sure not to take her eyes off me. She was showing me who was the boss.

Lenora kissed me deeply then and continued to jerk me off but I wanted to fuck her too, as my cock was going to explode! She watched me and laid back and opened her legs. I slid my cock in her wet pussy and went to work. After a few minutes I came hard. It felt like I shot my intestines out into her pussy!

We finally cleaned up and dressed. I went in and heated up the food because we all were starving. We sat down and ate as if nothing had happened. After we ate, Tony told us he’d be in touch as far as the refinancing was concerned and left.

I wanted to talk to Lenora about the evening and pursuing this cuckold life going forward. She said she was tired and wanted to go to bed. I figured we’d talk about it the next morning.

She didn’t want to discuss it when I asked the next morning and said she really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. I know from what I saw, and from what she said to me, that that was bullshit.

But I let it go because I too wasn’t really sure about this cocksucking thing either.

I knew at some point though, something like this was going to happen again.

“Are you big?”

Silence followed the question. Ellen looked at Max, and Max looked at Ellen. They sat a table in the back of a Mexican restaurant and ate lunch on a Tuesday.

“I didn’t mean that,” Ellen said.

“It’s okay,” Max said.

“No, it’s not okay. I shouldn’t have said that. That was too far.”

“It’s really okay.”

Ellen and Max knew each other from work. She was in her early fifties, and he was in his early twenties. They were friends, and Max was friends with Ellen’s daughter, Kate. Ellen introduced them. She hoped they would date.

Ellen and Max ate lunch once a month, always on a Tuesday. Their conversations covered many topics, generally politics and religion, and sometimes sports and sometimes sex. Ellen was a curious woman, and Max was open.

She asked him questions, and he always answered. She liked his opinions and his philosophies and his way of thinking. He was smart and charming and the sort of the boy she would have liked when she was in her twenties.

Sex had become a frequent topic. Slowly, it dominated their conversations. It started when Ellen asked about Max’s ex-girlfriend. They had dated for a long time and broke up recently. At first, Max gave few details, but Ellen, again a curious woman, was persistent.

“I want to know for my daughter,” Ellen said. “I just think you two would be so good together. Here’s her picture. I have it on my phone.”

That was how it started. Initially, Max told Ellen he and his girlfriend broke up because of a compatibility problem. The explanation was vague, and Ellen wanted more. She pried over more lunches, and Max told her it was a sexual compatibility problem.

“What do you mean?” Ellen said.

“I don’t think I should go into it,” Max said.

“It’s all right. You can tell me. I’m not a prude.”

“I know, but it just seems weird.”

“It’s not weird at all. Sex is an important part of any relationship.”

“Oh I’m aware. We’d still be together, if not for the sex.”

“Now, you have to tell me.”

Max relented after several Tuesdays. He told Ellen that he loved his ex-girlfriend but there was a lack of sex.

“How so?” Ellen said.

“I wanted to have sex, and she didn’t,” Max said.

“That’s not good.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Why didn’t she want to have sex?”

“A lot of reasons.”

“Like?”

“It’s too graphic.”

“I’m an adult. It’s okay.”

Ellen had fierce eyes. The burned under her bob of platinum hair. She stared at him aggressively. The first Tuesday was strange. They met at their Mexican restaurant, and she wore makeup and earrings and a shirt that showed the size of her breasts. Max had never seen her dress like that. And she smiled a lot and she hugged him.

“I’m just curious,” Ellen said. “You’re a good looking and smart guy. I just can’t imagine why any girl wouldn’t be attracted to you.”

“I’m flattered,” Max said. “But I don’t think that was the problem.”

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“She just didn’t like it as much I did.”

“Like it?”

“My sex drive was higher. And it was uncomfortable for her.”

“Uncomfortable?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you big?”

Ellen didn’t mean to ask the question. It just came out. But she had been thinking about it. Max was good looking. He worked out, dressed well and combed his hair. She wondered what he looked like under his sweaters and ties. She wondered what he looked like under his skinny pants and the boxer briefs she knew he wore because of a previous conversation that was almost as awkward as this one.

“I’m sorry, Max,” Ellen said. “No. I’m so sorry. That was inappropriate. That was too far, and it was inappropriate.”

“It’s really okay.”

“No, it’s not. This is your private business, and you shouldn’t be talking about it with me.”

“I am big.”

“What?”

“I’m big. That’s why it was uncomfortable for her.”

“Max, you don’t have to tell me that.”

“You asked.”

“I know, but you didn’t have to answer.”

“I don’t mind.”

Ellen shifted in the booth and adjusted her hair. As usual, she wore makeup and earrings and a shirt that showed the size of her breasts.

“Well then,” Ellen said.

“There were other reasons, too,” Max said. “Some stuff that happened to her when she was younger, but I was big and it hurt her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. The part about what happened when she was younger. That’s unfortunate.”

“It is.”

“Max, do you mind if I ask you another question?”

“You just did.”

“Funny. You know what I mean.

“Sure. Ask whatever you want. I don’t think we have many barriers left after that.”

Ellen bit her bottom lip. “How big? If you don’t mind saying. I totally understand if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine. And I’m not sure actually. I’ve never measured.”

“I don’t believe you. All boys measure.”

“Okay. I measured once when I was thirteen or fourteen.”

“And how big was it then?”

“Like seven I think.”

“At thirteen?”

“Yeah.”

“You must be really big now.”

“That’s what I’ve been told.”

Max laughed and so did Ellen, but only because they didn’t know what else to do. Ellen shifted in the booth again and so did Max. They looked at each other differently. Max had noticed the size of her breasts since the first Tuesday and wondered what they looked like underneath that tight shirt.

They finished their Mexican food without further sex conversation. They went back to politics and religion and sports. They split the bill and walked out of the restaurant. They had parked next to each other and stopped to trade parting pleasantries before they got in their cars and drove away.

“We should do this again,” Ellen said.

“I’m free whenever you are,” Max said. “We should get a beer some time, İstanbul Escort too. Maybe Kate can come.”

“Sure. That’d be fun. Then you two can go out. Kate always likes being with you.”

“She just likes to pick on me.”

“She does, but you take it well. She likes that. Well, I’ll see you later. Have a good day, Max. I always enjoy our lunches.”

Ellen turned to get in her car and unlocked the door with the remote on her keychain.

“I’d show you if want to see,” Max said.

Ellen turned around. She knew what he meant but wanted to be sure. “What would you show me?” she said.

“What we are talking about earlier.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry. I just thought that, after the conversation, it seemed like you wanted to see. You asked questions. You wanted to know how big. I thought you wanted to see. I’m sorry. That was bad. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Yes.”

“I know. It was bad.”

“No. I mean, yes, I want to see.”

“You do?”

“Yes. If you’ll show me.”

“I will.”

Max got in Ellen’s SUV, and they drove to secluded place a few minutes away. The drive was quiet and awkward, and Max tried not to get hard. They parked and Ellen turned off the car and looked at Max.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Ellen said.

“Yeah. Are you?” Max said.

“Believe me. I’m very okay with it.”

She was smiling and couldn’t hide it. She leaned closer, and her shirt got tighter against her breasts.

“Okay,” Max said. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” Ellen said.

Max reclined the seat so he was at forty-five degree angle. He looked out the windows to see if anyone was around. No one was there. He took off his peacoat and threw it in the backseat. Ellen’s eyes were fixed on his crotch.

Max undid his belt buckle and pants button and unzipped the fly. He pulled his pants past his knees. He had lean, muscular, almost hairless legs. He wore light blue boxer briefs, and a bulge was visible. He was semi-hard and getting harder.

“Here you go,” Max said.

“Okay,” Ellen said.

Max pulled down the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You are big,” Ellen said.

“Yeah,” Max said.

“Do you shave?”

“I trim.”

“I like it. It’s so short. And you’re so big.”

Max held his cock in his hand so it pointed up. He was hard.

“Do you want me to do anything with it?” Max said.

“Like what?” Ellen said. “Are you going to play with it or something?”

“I could.”

“How do you do that?”

“I just rub it up and down.”

“Show me.”

Max rubbed his hand up and down his cock. He was getting harder, and the head was bulging. Ellen leaned closer, and her shirt got tighter on her breasts. Max looked at them as he stroked his dick for her.

“Do you like my breasts?” Ellen said.

“Yeah,” Max said.

“Touch them. I don’t mind.”

She took his hand and put it on her breast and made him squeeze. Anadolu Yakası Escort They were large and soft and warm. She moaned a little, and he kept stroking. Precum leaked from his cock head and some dripped to his knuckle. He used it as lube, and Ellen gasped.

“You can touch it,” Max said.

“Okay,” Ellen said.

Max let go of his dick, and Ellen put her hand around the base. She brought it up the shaft and to the head. She got precum on her fingers and palms and wiped it down his cock and up again. She didn’t stop.

“You feel so big,” Ellen said.

“Do you want to see me cum?” Max said.

“Yeah.”

Ellen jerked Max’s dick faster. Max reached under her shirt and up her ribs to her bra. He pulled down the cup and squeezed. Then he pulled down the other cup and squeezed. Both her breasts hung out of the bra under her shirt. Her nipples pushed against the fabric.

“I’m going to cum soon,” Max said. “I’m close.”

“I want you to cum on me,” Ellen said.

She let go of his cock and unbuttoned her pants. She wore black cotton panties. She fidgeted in her seat and got her pants and panties to her ankles. She had big pink thighs and a tangled wet bush. She grabbed his dick again and jerked with one hand and used her other hand to put two fingers inside her.

Ellen fucked herself and jacked Max’s dick at the same time. She leaned into his ear.

“You know what I can do?” Ellen said.

“What?” Max said.

“I can fit that cock inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

They climbed in the backseat. They were both naked and wet from the waist down. Ellen sat down, and Max got over her in the small space. She handled his dick and put the head at her pussy and pushed he himself inside her. It didn’t go in all the way at first. He had move back and forth and work his cock in a little at time until he fucked her all the way to his balls, and she screamed and cursed, and wetness dripped down her thighs.

He fucked her, and she fucked him. He slammed into her and treated like the wet hole she was. She pulled up her shirt, and her big sagging breasts bounced as he fucked her. He reached under her thigh and held her and pushed her legs apart so he could make his dick go deeper. He grabbed her throat and held her, and she screamed as she took all of his cock and creamed on it.

“I’m going to cum,” Max said.

“Cum. I want to see it,” Ellen said. “I want to see it on me.”

Max fucked her harder, and she screamed again. He could hear her wetness and he felt it drip down his balls. He waited until the last moment to pull out. And when he did he was already cumming, blasting squirt after squirt over her hairless thighs, her wet bush, her stomach and her big tits. And when she thought he was done, a final cum shot splashed hard and hot into her mouth and over her face and down her chin. There were stains on her shirt and on the seat. Cum puddled under pussy and ass and slid in streams down her inner thigh.

Max held himself over Ellen, and she stared at his cock, now wet with her cum and his cum, dangling in her front of her. She jerked it a couple of times and licked the cum off her hand.

“I guess you are big,” Ellen said.

This job was ruining her life.

Or so Annabelle thought as she sat in front of the computer, a pile of paperwork at her left, another of unanswered mail at her right. Because while all her friends were at the beach or by a pool enjoying their summer before going away to college, Annabelle was stuck in a law firm, working nine to five and missing on all the fun. Sure, the money was good and the job wasn’t too bad, but still, she would love to be out there having fun with all the other people her age.

But she wasn’t. And while her best friend paraded in the beach wearing a bikini she had helped her pick, Annabelle herself sat in an air conditioned room wearing a black skirt, a demure white shirt and heels. Upon receiving her uniform and having it fitted, the naughty part of her had toyed with the idea of taking the skirt’s hem up a lot more than the three-inches-above-the-knee the dress code required, or perhaps having a shirt that was more form fitting and flattering that showed off her curves the right way or that she, simply, didn’t have to button up almost to her throat. Even her heels, that at three inches gave her height a good boost, seemed boring to her.

Sighing, Annabelle felt a little rebelliousness blossoming inside her. Oh, to hell with everything! Even with the conditioned air she could feel the heat taking over her body. It was a slow day, and very few clients had showed up so far. Would anyone notice if she undid a couple of buttons of her shirt? Besides, if any client did show up and she welcomed him with a generous glimpse of her cleavage, Annabelle was sure they wouldn’t complain. She hadn’t missed some of the looks they gave her when they stood by her desk, even in what she considered an unflattering uniform.

Annabelle was a healthy young girl and at 18, she lived for those moments when men of all ages turned around to look at her, or when they told her how attractive they thought she was. She loved every minute of it, and whenever the chance was presented to her, she played along, which often led her to end up in a sexy situation with the most varied kind of guys. Sometimes she would end up in a car, riding the young and eager cock of a boy her age, others she would end up in a motel, bent over as the cock of a college guy pounded her hard. And then, some other times, Annabelle spent the night in an apartment, feet high in the air and thighs spread wide as an experienced, older cock plundered her young pussy so thoroughly, she always ended up begging for more. And those were her favorites.

Annabelle shifted in her chair, thinking of the last time she had found herself in such situation, and moaning as the tiny little panties she wore pressed her core in all the right places; she might have a boring uniform, but she’d be damned if she didn’t look as sexy as she pleased under it!

About a week ago, Annabelle had been jogging at the local park, wanting to blow some steam after a particularly long day at the office. After running around the park a couple of times, she was doing some stretching when a guy in his early forties came up to her. They chatted for a while as he asked her what the best paths were for a good jog and basically trying to spend some more time with her, all the while giving her looks that told Annabelle exactly what was in his mind. He was so attractive, Annabelle played along, showing him generous hints of cleavage as she stretched and giving him long glimpses of her ass in those tight shorts of hers whenever she had the chance. The moment he asked her to go for a walk down the paths she had mentioned, Annabelle knew what was going to happen.

And she had been right: the guy wasted no time in useless preliminaries, and as soon as they found a mildly secluded corner, he jumped her with lust in his eyes. As a consequence, Annabelle ended up with her face against a tree, her hands trying futilely to hold on to its rough bark as the guy lowered her shorts and panties, spread her legs, and ate her pussy out in the open. And boy, could he eat pussy! His tongue had done things to her that had her almost begging for mercy. She squirmed at the memory of that nimble tongue slipping into her wet, wanting hole. She had returned the favor by giving his nice cock a good tit-fuck right in the spot. By the time they were done, and Annabelle’s ample breasts were covered in his hot cum, they arranged a meeting that night at his apartment, where he fucked her in all ways imaginable. Young boys might have boundless energy when it came to sex, but older cocks, Annabelle mused, had the experience that satisfied her eager pussy.

Lost in her reverie, and enjoying the tingling of her wet core, Annabelle didn’t notice the man standing before her until he placed another big pile of papers before her with a loud thud. Startled, Annabelle looked up to find Mr. Anthony Robbins, one of her bosses, staring down at her with a slightly scolding look on his face.

“Annabelle, I need you to photocopy these immediately. We have a meeting tomorrow morning and Maltepe Escort I want them ready before you leave this afternoon. Understood?”

Straightening up, Annabelle looked at her boss as she mustered her most professional expression, one that belied the caliber of the thoughts she had just been having.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered, promptly taking the pile in her hands. “Should I leave the dossiers on your desk?”

Mr. Robbins took a moment to answer, and the reason had Annabelle blushing to a crimson red. His dark eyes were fixed on her exposed cleavage, which she had failed to button up since she had never noticed him coming. She wondered whether she should try to cover herself or not, but then decided it was a bit too late for that. An impish side of her, moreover, enjoyed the attention of who had to be the most handsome man in the firm: tall, dark, very handsome… and in his forties.

“Yes, please.” He finally answered, as if snapping out of a daze. “I’ll give them a look just in case.”

Nodding, Annabelle stood up, wanting to obey the order right away. Giving Mr. Robbins a smile, she picked up the pile of papers and headed to the small copy room down by the corridor. What she didn’t notice in her eagerness to make up for her distraction, however, was the pair of eyes that settled on her with a newly found hunger.

Anthony stared at the soft sway of his secretary’s hips as she walked away, stunned by the discovery he had just made. He hadn’t been involved in the process of hiring a new secretary for the summer; what was there so difficult about it, after all? They needed a girl who could manage her way around a computer, answer phones, make calls and coffee. Hardly rocket science, to be honest! Annabelle had been there for a few weeks now, and hadn’t it been for that generous cleavage exposed by the three top undone buttons of her shirts, he might have never really noticed her. But now, as she walked with a gentle, sensual sway of her hips, Anthony couldn’t help but feel a familiar stirring in his loins.

Annabelle had a body not even the uniform could hide. He had heard some of the comments his partners occasionally made about her, but only now did he notice how right they were. She had curves in all the right places; a waist accentuated by the skirt and flaring hips that begged for his hands to hold them tight as he pounded her sweet, young pussy from behind. Her legs were slender and long, and the high heels made them look even more inviting. And as for her breasts… Anthony shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ease some of the tension the zipper created on his hardening member. They were ample, full, obviously soft, and for a moment, his mind clouded with visions of his hard cock nestled between them. The idea got his already stiff cock growing into new proportions. Good God, the girl was young enough to be his daughter!

But she wasn’t, whispered a voice in his ear. And since Anthony’s lust-fogged mind couldn’t think properly, he did the one thing that seemed right: he followed sexy Annabelle to the copy room.

Inside, Annabelle was torn between scolding herself for her idiocy, and struggling against the sensual images that swarmed her mind. What if Mr. Robbins told her off for not attending to the proper dress code? Because flaunting her breasts for the world to see was not part of said code! What if he fired her for misconduct?

Yet, although the responsible part of her enjoyed the chance to give her grief for her mistake, the sensual, horny part of her relished on reliving some of her most exciting previous experiences, where her mind took great pleasure on replacing the man in them for a very aroused, very hot, and very sexy Mr. Robbins. She pictured herself riding his cock so slow he begged for more, then saw herself on her hands and knees, her boss pounding her from behind the way she liked best. Would his cock be big? Would it fill her mouth and satiate her hungry pussy with its girth? Annabelle fanned herself with some papers as the copy machine began to release sheet after sheet. Good God, she needed a good fuck. It didn’t matter if she ended up fucking someone in the bathroom of a bar; she would go out that night, and she would let herself be fucked in all ways imaginable, because that was exactly what she needed.

Annabelle didn’t pay much attention to the copy machine when it started beeping, not until the persistent sound managed to shatter the lustful haze that surrounded her. Fuck! That piece of crap did it every single time. Whenever Annabelle came here, the damned machine had to act up. Jammed paper, lack of toner, the machine was simply having a bad day… it was like a clock, it happened every damned time, and Annabelle cursed under her breath. Taking a step back, she bent over at the waist and opened the lid of the machine, trying to see with inexperienced eyes what on Earth was going on.

Nonetheless, being horny was first and foremost in her mind, and despite the annoyance inside her, İstanbul Escort Annabelle couldn’t help teasing herself just a little, if only to forget the hard time the machine was giving her. Bent over as she was, she arched her back and spread her feet as far as the skirt allowed her to. When she did, the thin strap of cloth she was wearing under her skirt slid snugly between her pussy lips, deliciously teasing her in all the right places. A moan escaped her lips. With her back arched like that, her hungry pussy almost swallowing her little thong, and her breasts nearly hanging out her shirt, Annabelle could easily forget that the damned machine was acting up.

It was the tiny, sweet and wanton little moan what succeeded on making Anthony as hard as a rock. In her hurry, Annabelle had left the door open. He had braced himself for some privileged views of her lovely ass when she bent over to open the lid of the copy machine; what he hadn’t expected, however, was to have her assuming such an openly sexual posture, and to hear how much she enjoyed it. With Annabelle bent over, her ass high in the air and thighs spread, the moan she had emitted made his cock twitch. And that silent invitation her body gave his as it so submissively offered itself? There was no possible way Anthony could ignore it.

Walking up to her, he made sure he aligned his hard cock with her young pussy. Then, stepping close to her, he grabbed her round hips in his hands and pushed; not too hard, but enough to make Annabelle feel how much she had turned him on. Nonetheless, trying to cover up his true intentions, Anthony too bent over until his entire body covered hers, and reached for a switch inside the machine.

“Here.” He said, taking his time to flick the switches and pulling at some rods. “A pull here and a push there, and that’s it, the paper’s out.”

Annabelle could hardly believe what was going on. Shocked to immobility, she felt every inch of Mr. Robbins’ front glued to her back. His warm chest was wide and his body was strong, filling her with ideas of domination that made tremble. What she felt nestled between her thighs, however, made her weak at the knees. He was… hard! Her boss’ cock, which he had strategically positioned so it teased her already needy pussy, was hard as a rock. And those tiny little thrusts he gave her as he pulled at the rods of the copy machine? They pushed the strap of her thong further between her lips, making it impossible for her to restrain the lustful moan that escaped her throat.

Anthony wasn’t thinking straight and he knew it. Deep down inside he knew he could get into some deep, deep trouble for what he was doing, but to hell with it! His hard dick was doing all the thinking, and when it had a young, warm pussy so close to it, it demanded to be rammed in there. Nothing more. And Annabelle’s body was so tempting…! Her high heels left her at the right height for him to pump into her comfortably. Her ass seemed soft and plaint, and as he looked over her shoulder, he could see her breasts hanging under her shirt, dangling with her agitated breath even within the confines of her lacey white bra; a call he couldn’t resist.

“Um, Annabelle.” Anthony whispered in her ear as his hands went from the machine to her waist and then, very slowly, upwards until he cupped her full breasts. “You know you’re supposed to obey my every order, don’t you?”

Was this a test? Annabelle couldn’t form a single coherent thought, not with that hard cock poking at her, and not with those big hands cupping her breasts so perfectly, her pussy tightened with need. What if Mr. Robbins was seeing how far she was willing to go to keep her job? Would he try to blackmail her later on?

“Mr. Robbins…” She began to say, but a gentle squeeze of his hands silenced her. Also, it robbed her of her breath.

“My every order, Annabelle.” He repeated, his words accentuated by soft thrusts of his hips against hers. Then, one hand freed a breast and began a slow journey down her body, posing itself lightly on her mound through her skirt. “You should tend to my every need and follow each one of my commands. You know that, don’t you?”

Annabelle couldn’t answer, for the wild thumping of her heart barely allowed her to breathe. She was one big, tense muscle, clamoring for release. When she didn’t answer as soon as Mr. Robbins wished her too, he gave her breast a tighter squeeze.

“Well?”

She swallowed hard.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if I ask you to suck my cock, you will obey, am I clear?”

Again, Annabelle swallowed, her mouth watering at the thought.

“I will, Sir.” The idea of calling him Sir, of him having all the control, was fuelling her fantasies of submission to a strong man until they blazed uncontrollably inside her.

“What will you do, Annabelle?” He wanted to hear the words, and as he waited, his hand slipped under her skirt.

“I’ll… I’ll suck your cock, Sir.” The moment those words left her mouth, Anthony felt his Anadolu Yakası Escort cock stiffening to a breaking point.

“And if I tell you to give me this sweet, young pussy?”

Annabelle bit her lip when the tip of his fingers brushed her soaked flesh.

“I’ll give you my sweet, young pussy, Sir. So you can do with it as you please.”

Mr. Robbins seemed to like that last but of improvisation, for his fingers dived under her thong, tearing a strangled cry from her lips.

“You’re so wet, baby.” Anthony said reverently as his fingers slipped all over her flesh. They touched her everywhere. Mr. Robbins acquainted himself with every corner of her intimacy, teasing her clit with slow circles that made her whimper before finding a way into her tightness. When he did, he bit on her shoulder, hard, for his fingers fit so snugly in her wet, wanting hole, Anthony could only imagine what it would feel like to feel that softness wrapping his aching cock. Her hips bucked endlessly under his ministrations, and once he was satisfied she was properly teased, and that his hand was soaking wet as he wanted it, he took it to her lips. “Lick it clean, Annabelle. Show me how much you like to suck. And if you’re a good girl, I might clean your cunt with my own tongue.”

Annabelle parted her lips to answer, but ended up full of two fingers that dripped with her own cum. God knew she had sucked her share of wet cocks, but when Mr. Robbins slipped two thick fingers in her mouth and she tasted herself, Annabelle almost came. There was something about the whole situation, about fucking this older man, her boss, in a very public place, that was driving her over the edge. She pushed herself back against his straining cock as she diligently licked his fingers clean, showing him in great detail what she could do with her tongue.

“Oh yes, babygirl… suck them good… lick my fingers clean…” Mr. Robbins panted in her ear as one of his hands unbuttoned her shirt and then bunched her skirt up. “Boy, you’re good! I bet you’re a fine cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Annabelle lost it. That was why she loved fucking older men – that feeling of power they got from fucking such a young girl like her made her crazy with lust. She liked powerful men, men who weren’t afraid to show it, and this one that had her captive right in front of the copy machine was the epitome of that.

When his fingers once again found the path to her wanting pussy, Annabelle’s knees almost gave away.

“So wet.” Mr. Robbins whispered in her ear. “Mmm… this pussy needs a good fuck so bad, babygirl…” He tugged at the thong and her hips bucked when the pressure it applied teased her clit. “Such a little slut, wearing tiny little thongs at work. I bet you’ve worn this quite a few times, uh? Does it make you hot walking around wearing these?”

With his fingers clean of her juices, Annabelle let them go with a popping sound and stared at him over her shoulder.

“It does, Sir… it makes me feel sexy and dirty walking around all these men wearing a thong. And it makes me so, so wet!”

Anthony’s cock poked at her pussy, making Annabelle gasp with lust. Then, lowering his mouth to her ear, he whispered.

“Stay just like that, babygirl. Let Mr. Robbins see your sweet pussy and the piece of ass you’ve been hiding.”

Annabelle bit her lip when his big, strong hands moved down her body and his warmth abandoned her. Then, he slowly bunched her skirt up from behind, exposing her ass and a pussy that had wrapped itself around a tiny black lace thong that hid nothing.

“Oh, baby.” Mr. Robbins said as his hands massaged her ass cheeks. “You have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen. God, I’d give my right hand to give it a nice, hard fuck.” Parting her ass cheeks and then pushing them together, he pressed an openmouthed kiss to her roundness. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, honey?”

A long, loud moan left Annabelle’s throat.

“No, Sir.” She answered with a trembling voice. Boy, did she want it now.

Anthony chuckled.

“Some other time, then.”

Before Annabelle could argue, his strong hands lowered her thong with a slowness that tortured her and Anthony’s cock throbbed with need when the thin black strap slowly parted her swollen, pink, and hairless lips, threads of wetness clinging to it and to her flesh. The sexy garment ended around her upper thighs, and the thought the sight her soaking wet, exposed pussy must be making, made her grip the copy machine tighter. What she didn’t know was that, under Anthony’s stunned gaze, the muscles of that sweet spot between her thighs squeezed tight too, juice overflowing her wanting flesh and filling him with a hunger he could barely control.

“Oh, sweet Jesus…” He murmured at the sight. That had to be the hottest thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He had fucked many women as a young man and still did, but that sweet, young girl exposed so completely to him? She was driving him wild. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face in that soft, enticing pussy and eat her until she came over and over again, so he could move on and fill her with that throbbing piece of flesh that made his slacks the most uncomfortable piece of clothing ever. Oh, yes… this little girl was in for the ride of her life.

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Angela sat at home that night, listening to her parents bitch and moan about the slow vacation season. Her father criticized her for working at the retirement home, saying she didn’t help out enough. Angela was tempted to point out a slow season didn’t require extra hands and hers was the only job making consistent money. Dinner this evening was purchased with Angela’s paycheck. 80% of her wages now went to her household. Her original budget called for only half per paycheck. But the family made nothing else.

They didn’t know what she had in her bank account. She opened it yesterday at the local bank. In the past two days, she amassed over 600 dollars, cash. She had given the old guys a thrill and they paid handsomely for it. She wasn’t going to lie, she liked it herself. It was both sexy and charitable at the same time. Maybe another opportunity would present itself today. Angela looked forward to work for the first time in a while.

The day was another scorcher. Morning rains dumped water on the ground, which was baked off the cement by the sun. The air was saturated and the humidity out of control. It would be an indoor day for the residents. The morning staff meeting confirmed as such. Residents, for their safety, should be kept in air condition or in the pool for the remainder of this heat wave. Most of them hadn’t left the comforts of the common area yesterday and today would be hotter.

It was perfect for Angela, who was acclimatized to the heat. She sweated lightly but felt no serious negative risks being outdoors. Lunch came around and she decided to sneak out for some light tanning.

“Hey, Stephanie,” she said to another maid, “I’m going to take an hour by the gulch, okay?”

Stephanie smiled, “You just happened to have brought your stuff, huh?”

Angela’s nod brought a laugh from Stephanie. She waved Angela away, smiling.

“Take your time, hun, no one’s going to miss you here.”

Angela walked to her car, grabbed her bag and quickly headed towards the pool area. She couldn’t dress in the small locker room because Marion was in charge today. She hung out in the office just outside the door and she would get suspicious with Angela heading in with a bag and leaving minutes later. Angela angled behind the shrubs and let herself out the back gate. She crossed the tee area of the first hole of the small golf course, walked down the winding steps, stepped through some vegetation, and came out on a small stretch of coarse, unattractive brown sand. One of the many lakes in the area lapped along the shore, though Angela would never go in that water.

This was one of the quietest places in Florida. No one brought boats to this side of the lake. She couldn’t even hear engines or jetskis. The clients never came down here. It was a perfect getaway for an hour. Angela pulled her bathing suit out of the bag and laid the towel on the gritty beach. Although no one would ever find her, she wouldn’t go nude sunbathing while on the clock. She pulled her dress over her head and folded it. She carefully put it in her bag to avoid wrinkles. She kicked off her shoes and socks, letting them fall where they may. She stepped out of her panties and into her blue bikini bottoms. Lastly, her bra came off. She took a second to enjoy the wash of the sunlight on her breasts before putting her top on. She spent a few minutes putting on sunscreen before laying back and soaking the rays.

This was life!

Ten wonderful minutes passed. A noise caught Angela’s attention. She looked up, panicked. Had Marion found her? Shit! Excuses and words ran through her head before she heard a distinctively male cough. And a curse. She smiled.

Mr. Anders, the heaviest client they had, crossed the sand to where she was sitting. He was quiet, very polite, and 270 pounds at 5’10. The effort to get here must have been difficult. Sweat poured down his head and soaked his floral shirt.

“Young woman, I nearly fell going down those awful stairs. Is that plywood someone used for a handrail? It felt like it was going to snap at any second.” He glared at the Kartal Escort stairs for a second before directing his attention back to Angela. A gentle smile broke out on his face.

“How is the sunlight, my dear?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she responded.

“You look like you may be getting too much of it. You might burn.”

“Mmmmm?” she responded.

“I think you need more sunscreen. May I help?” Mr. Anders offered. He said nothing more, but simply held out a wad of cash. Angela smiled. Different men had different approaches. This one was to the point. He held five twenties. She took the money, put it in her purse, and leaned over to reach the bottle of sunscreen. She held it up to Mr. Anders.

The old man sighed heavily as he dropped to a knee. The effort was obvious. He took the bottle from her.

“Roll over,” he said.

She rolled onto her stomach.

His arthritic hands fumbled at the knot at the back of her top. Angela reached behind her, undid the knot, and slid her top out from under her. Mr. Anders poured a generous amount of sunscreen on her back and worked it into her skin. He rubbed her shoulders, kneading the tight muscles. She wondered how he was able to do this with aching wrists. His hands worked down her back, moving along her spine, massaging small aches as he went lower. He came to the waistline of her bottoms and stopped. A line of sunscreen was poured along the back of her leg. Mr. Anders caressed her skin lightly, rubbing the sunscreen into one leg. Another line, another leg. She enjoyed his light touch and allowed her mind to float away.

The world seemed far away as Angela relaxed and enjoyed the contact. She was quickly brought back to reality when Mr. Anders’s fingers slid under her bottoms and made contact with her asshole. She jumped involuntarily.

“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.

“Yes, I just didn’t expect that,” Angela replied.

“I’ll stop if you want,” he said. He made no mention of money or getting his value’s worth. She knew he would quit immediately and have no problem with the cash. She would do him one better. She wiggled out of her bottoms and pulled them down her legs.

“Can you help?” she asked.

Mr. Anders, fighting gravity, reached over and pulled the bottoms off Angela’s ankles. She had never been nude outside, but she was naked now. It felt good, freeing. Mr. Anders went back to work, rubbing sunscreen on her ass. He squeezed and rubbed, playing with her butt. He slid an oiled finger along her asscrack, groped one cheek, then the other, and had fun. Angela never met a guy so content to handle her ass. It boosted her self-esteem a bit.

She gave him several minutes, then turned over.

“Would you mind getting the front of me?” she asked.

He looked at her nude body, nodding. He drank in the sight of her taut, tanned skin. She was toned, well-defined, and he was nothing but smiles. He nodded again, business-like and uncapped the bottle. Angela laughed at the smiley face Mr. Anders drew on her stomach with the sunscreen. He started spreading the lotion, running his hands up and down her stomach and the sides of her torso. She wondered if he would go up or down first.

Mr. Anders chose up, one hand running over Angela’s perky B-cup breasts. He pretended to lotion for only a few seconds. Giving up pretense, he fondled her tits. She glanced down at the wrinkled, liver-spotted hands. The gray hairs on the knuckles didn’t bother her, not the way they touched her. The old guys had a wonderful touch. Mr. Anders’s finger tips barely made contact with Angela’s nipples. She was sensitive and the feeling sent currents of electricity straight to her pussy. She moaned and arched a back, forcing her tits into his hands. He smiled down at her and glanced between her legs. Angela nodded at him and a palm cupping her tit moved down her abs.

Her body shook when he grazed her clit with the lightest touch. She didn’t realize how wound up and turned on she was. Another graze and her body jolted. A third made her hips buck. She spread her thighs wide, giving him more access, and waited. Nothing came.

“Well?!?” she demanded.

“Well what?” Mr. Anders asked mildly.

“Keep going!” Pendik Escort she ordered a little more harshly then she meant.

“Oh, this?” he asked. Her body flinched with pleasure. His finger stayed on her clit, pressing now, speeding up a little. Her entire body thrummed with a building orgasm. The sensation came out of nowhere and now it grew, heat in her pussy. She wanted him to speed up, to make her cum. Mr. Anders took his time. If only he worked a little faster, pushed a little harder, he’d take her over the top. But Angela stayed in purgatory, wracked with ecstasy. He stroked her clit expertly, slowing down when she was close to orgasm. Minutes dragged by.

“Feel good?” Mr. Anders asked.

“Unghhhh,” Angela moaned. Her whole body jerked in motion with his finger, “Please, God, let me cum.”

She heard a laugh. He increased the speed and pressed her clit harder. She came violently, her clit exploding. Her body folded, spasming. As she started coming down, light-headed, his hand slid further down on her stomach. He had two, then three fingers in her sopping wet pussy. He curled them and thrust in and out of her. She moved her feet as wide as they could to give Mr. Anders access. He adjusted the way he knelt in the sand, turned his hand, and she felt a second orgasm approaching. Was he on the G-spot? She never knew she had one, and she had looked.

She grabbed his huge belly, holding on to anything as the second orgasm ripped through her body. Waves of glowing warmth spread from between her thighs as she caught her breath. Her body stopped its shaking and she struggled to breath. Things calmed down.

THUD!

Mr. Anders hit the sand. Angela rose to kneel at his side. First aid lessons scrolled through her head. She was about to look, listen, and feel for breath when she heard him laugh.

“No, dear, I’m fine. I’m an old man and I can’t hold myself up like that for long. I think I’ll just take a break on my back.”

Still naked, she moved closer and laid next to him, her tits pushed into his bare arm.

“That was amazing,” she said, “You guys know how to handle a woman.”

He smiled up at the sky.

“I should very much like to pleasure you with my mouth, if possible. I’ll double the total, please.”

Angela couldn’t see herself cumming a third time, but she nodded. He didn’t look like he was getting up anytime soon. She stood over him, with his head between her feet. She squatted down, her ass hovering over his face. His tongue made contact with her asshole and she jumped an inch. The sensation was sexy and dirty. She knelt over him, facing his body. A sigh escaped her as his tongue slid between the folds of her pussy lips. His hands reached up and pulled her hips down, very gently. She sat back and put some pressure on his face. Mr. Anders’ mouth started to work her over, slurping at her cunt. She wondered how it looked, a tan, healthy, completely naked young woman sitting on a fat old man’s face. Steam curled up from her pussy as he continued to nibble and suck. She leaned forward slightly and his tongue massaged her clit. Angela closed her eyes, in heaven.

Minute after minute went by. Angela occasionally adjusted her position for Mr. Anders, offering him her asshole, her pussy, or her clit. He was happy to have any in his mouth. He talked all day which lead Angela to believe he could do this for a long time. She was fine with getting eaten out for an afternoon.

His hands reached over her thighs and went to her ass. He pulled her cheeks apart and swirled his tongue around her asshole. She heard him, muffled, say “relax.” She relaxed the muscles in her body and he put his tongue in her ass. It went in a quarter inch, but the feeling was divine for Angela. Nothing had been in her ass before. Pleasure shot through her body now and Mr. Anders fucked her asshole with his tongue. Her entire body was on fire.

Angela wanted to fuck.

She straightened up and reached over Mr. Anders’ large belly to his belt. She undid it quickly and yanked down his Bermuda shorts with his underwear. She pulled his shirt up off his belly and climbed over him to get to his crotch. Her nipples grazed his skin.

“Ummm… my dear?” came from behind Göztepe Escort her, tentatively.

“Yes?”

“I just want you to know that I don’t have many erections. I don’t want you to think you’re not beautiful or I’m not interested.”

Angela laughed on the inside.

“We’ll see what happens, Mr. Anders,” she said. She pulled his lower stomach up and headed for his dick. It was pale, small, and surrounded by kinky gray hair. She laid over him to get her mouth on him. It was like being on an exercise ball.

Angela’s mouth covered Mr. Anders’ cock. She had no reason to move her head up and down with his size, so she ran her tongue in and out of her mouth, rubbing the underside of his shaft. She heard a groan behind her. His hands found their way to the back of her thighs and caressed upward. She pushed back on his hand, impaling herself on his fingers. His fingers pumped in and out of her pussy in rhythm with her tongue on his dick.

Angela worked his cock, trying to excite Mr. Anders. Several minutes of no response made her worry. Could old guys get blue balls? It would be terrible if she came several times and she couldn’t get him off. She pulled her mouth off him.

“Mr. Anders, is there anything I can do get you off?”

“Well, my dear, one thing worked a few years ago, several times, but I don’t want to ask.”

“Of course I have to ask now that you say that! What was it?”

“You do this to me.”

He strained to pull himself off the ground. His mouth went between Angela’s thighs and he rimmed her for a few seconds. He lay back, breathing heavily.

Angela shrugged. It couldn’t be that bad. Mr. Anders had just showered recently.

“Roll over on your hands and knees, please,” she said.

He did so, but he couldn’t hold the position for more then a second. His torso and upper body crashed to ground, his ass still in the air. Angela knelt behind him, suddenly uncertain. Old man ass was not attractive, she thought. Flesh sagged and hung, splotches were everywhere. Time had taken its toll on his old body. She ran her hands along the insides of his thighs. He jerked at the touch, fat wobbling. She leaned forward, trying to breath out her mouth.

There wasn’t a bad smell. A little sweat, no big deal. Angela couldn’t yet bring herself to lick his asshole, so she focused on his balls, running her tongue along the seam of his sack. She got a face full of gray hair. Mr. Anders groaned in pleasure. Biting the bullet, Angela moved her face upward. Her tongue poked out of her mouth, barely grazing the dark, wrinkled skin. He must have been sensitive, Angela later thought, because his entire body surged backward, forcing her tongue into his ass. She pulled her head away, disgusted and turned on.

Wait, she thought, I liked it? She gave him another lick, more forceful. His body shimmied. Angela wondered what she would discover next. She was getting turned on having her tongue in Mr. Anders’ ass. She pushed on the insides of his knees, getting him to widen his stance. Her face went back between his legs, her tongue shoved as far up his asshole as it would go. He was almost squealing as Angela wiggled and rubbed with her tongue. She reached underneath him to find him hard at four inches. She started pumping his cock and put her mouth directly on his asshole. She sucked and licked, stroking him. Mr. Anders cried out loudly. Angela held on as his big body spasmed and shook.

10 seconds later, it was over. She had a hand full of his cum. He slumped to his side and she sat next to him. His pants were only down to his knees and the mess was considerable. Angela looked at him, now rolled over on his back, and smiled. His eyes paused on her breasts for a moment before he met her gaze.

“That was incredible. Let me give you something extra when we get back.”

Angela nodded and put her clothes back on. She knew the two of them would make it back to his room before anyone saw them. The heat was miserable and they wouldn’t get caught today. A second thought bounded into her head. She hoped he’d let her do that to him again. She shook her head at herself, wondering if she’d ever date a man under 70 in her life. If she worked here, she could, but college was full of young guys unsure of what the hell was going on. She just needed to stay here a while and not get found out.

Helping Mr. Anders with his pants, still basking in the excitement of dirty sex and her own orgasms, Angela wondered what would happen if she were ever caught.

She wasn’t quite sure why she was attracted to her professor. Maybe it was his intelligence. Maybe his intensity. Maybe the prominent bulge that tantalized from the front of his tight jeans. All Mandy knew was that she couldn’t take her eyes off of Dr. Gonzales.

He wasn’t all that young-he admitted to being almost 60, though he looked far younger. He still had most of his hair, and only a tiny patch above his right ear had begun to turn gray. He was very fit for his age, too. Yet the strangeness of the crush only served to intensify it.

Mandy found her self listening more intently in his lectures than in any others. On the days she had his Anatomy and Physiology classes, she dressed a little nicer, showed a little more cleavage, wore a special scent. At first her efforts seemed vain and childish, even to her. But then…it started innocently enough. During a lecture on skin, Dr. Gonzales brushed Mandy’s arm and said “You have beautiful skin, to me.” The rest of the class was given up, in her mind, to fantasies of more.

The very next class, he lectured on bones.

“Now flat bones,” he intoned, “are the site of hematopoesis. Can anyone tell me what hematopoesis is?”

“The formation of blood,” Mandy replied without missing a beat.

Dr. Gonzales walked over and patted her back and rubbed her arm and said “Very good! Thank you!”

Mandy was surprised at how soft his hands were. But then again, he was a scientist. Again, it was a struggle to stay focused after physical contact had been made. Even hours later, she could still feel where his hand had caressed her flesh. It made her weak in the knees to think he may be interested, too.

The next class, she went with a plan. She was wearing a classy, yet low-cut blouse, a skirt that skimmed her hips perfectly, and a necklace that just sat at cleavage level, perfect for playing with to draw attention to her full, firm breasts. She sat in the front row, as always, and leaned in, listening intently. Mandy really hoped it was not her imagination that his eyes lingered on her a little more often today. He seemed to stand closer to her than usual, Göztepe Escort too. And when Dr. Gonzales “accidentally” rubbed his arm against hers, she reached her other hand over, and gave a little squeeze. It was a bold move, but the message appeared to work it’s way across.

Dr. Gonzales was normally one of the first out of the room after class, but that day he lingered. So did Mandy.

After the other students had filed out of the room, she walked up to his desk.

“How can I help you, Mandy?” he asked with slight suspicion in his voice.

“I think you know exactly how you can help me,” she replied, voice thick with innuendo. “You see, I’m having the hardest time concentrating in class, and it’s beginning to affect my school work. Is there any chance for a private tutoring session after class?”

Dr. Gonzales cleared his throat and said, “I have another class to teach right after this one, but if you meet me in my office in two hours, I will be happy to go over somethings with you.” She smiled and started to walk away, when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close to whisper something in her ear. “Keep the skirt,” he growled, “lose the panties.”

She whispered back, “What makes you think I’m wearing any?” before kissing his neck and walking away.

Time passed far too slowly for Mandy. She wandered to his office half an hour early to find him already sitting in there looking very distracted. He looked up as she entered, and casually got out of his seat to greet her. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he reached back with the other to close and lock the door. Then he pulled her close and held her firmly as he said, “I had to let my other class out early. You know, part of me was hoping you were teasing. I could get fired for this.” Mandy reached down between his legs and stroked at the rapidly stiffening erection in his pants and said, “This part of you sure is glad I showed up.”

With that he let out a moan, and lowered his mouth onto hers. The passion, the need and the skill were enough to make Mandy lose her balance, but instead of letting her fall, Dr Gonzales İstanbul Escort held her upright, allowing her to melt into him. She met his kiss, passion for passion, need for need. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him ever deeper into the embrace.

He reached down and caught her legs as she leapt up to wind them around his waist. He swung around and sat her on his desk, which Mandy just now realized had been recently cleared off. Dr. Gonzales pulled back from the kiss and looked at her for a moment before taking her face in his hands and gently kissing her forehead. Mandy would normally have found this patronizing, but coming from him, it seemed like an honor.

His hands began to gently slide down her neck, and towards he cleavage. He leaned over and kissed one milky white mound, and then the other. He began unbuttoning her blouse, kissing each new inch of skin that was uncovered. Mandy began to tremble as he kissed his way back up. He pulled the silky material from her shoulders and let the blouse fall onto the desk, revealing her lacy, see-through bra. Masterfully unhooking it, he let her breasts fall free of their restraints and carefully cupped each one as though it were a precious treasure. He ran a thumb over each nipple, sending electricity coursing through her body.

“Oh, Dr. Gonzales,” she moaned.

He smiled at that. “I think you can call me David at this point,” he said kindly.

He lowered his lips to her left nipple and began to kiss it, then his tongue darted forward to stroke it as well. He expertly sucked, licked and nibbled Mandy’s whole breast until she was breathless, before repeating the same action on the right. He very nearly brought her to orgasm.

“Oh, DAVID!” she cried, doing her best to muffle it. He began to work his way down once more, but his time, as his mouth moved downward, his hands began to slide up her thighs, gathering her skirt as he went.

As he stopped to kiss her navel, his thumb brushed across the tuft of brunette hair at the top of her cunt, causing Mandy to gasp. He moved his head to between her legs and Anadolu Yakası Escort began to work. As skilled as David was at kissing her lips, it was nothing compared to the skill with which he began to eat her out. His lapping tongue and expert lips brought her to orgasm almost immediately. It hit her like a wall of pleasure. Mandy couldn’t help it; she screamed.

Quickly clapping one hand over her mouth, he continued his ministrations until she was completely spent. Then he removed his hand from her mouth and replaced it with his lips.

This time, Mandy was the one to move. She kissed his neck, and nibbled on his ear. She slowly slid off of the desk and, running her hands over his body as she did so, dropped to her knees on the floor. Playfully, she unzipped his fly with her teeth, and dropped his jeans to his ankles. His underwear followed.

She placed a hand around the base of his shaft. From staring at his package in class all that time she gathered he was big, but this was a surprise. Not particularly long, perhaps 6 and a half or seven inches, he was quite thick. She could barely get her hand around it. Hungrily, she placed the giant purple head in her mouth and began to suck.

David let loose the most beautiful animal groan. She began to move her head up and down, taking in about an inch more every time, until her face was buried in his crotch, the whole length of the shaft in her mouth. She sucked his cock with skill to rival that with which he had pleasured her. She licked around the head before driving her mouth back down the length of him, pausing at the bottom only long enough to lick his balls before pulling back up again.

Before long, David’s testicles began to tighten, and his breathing came faster and harder. One hand braced on his desk, he intertwined his other in her hair pushing her head faster and faster, until-

“Oh, god, Mandy, I’m cumming!” he grunted as thick streams of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed down every drop. He held her head still until he was quite finished, then pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply.

As they got dressed, Mandy said, “you know, I think I’ll be able to concentrate better in class now.”

“Yeah, me too, ” laughed David, “as long as we keep having these study sessions.” He unlocked the door. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Absolutely, Dr. Gonzales,” she said with a wink.