It was my third time at my neighborhood gym and I was having a pretty good workout. I had just finished up 20 reps of skullcrushers with a 10 lb weight and was feeling pretty good about myself. I decided i would try out the bench press. I knew it was a difficult exercise so I started light – with no weight on the bar.

I laid down, but as soon as I lifted the bar I realized even that was going to be more difficult than I expected. I managed to just make it through four reps when I hear a somewhat familiar voice say “Can I take over?”

I looked up and saw Dick towering over me (I couldn’t shake that nickname). He was back in his sweatshirt and sweatpants but this time had his hoodie down.

Caught off-guard, I stammered out an awkward “sure,” even though I wasn’t done. Embarrassed by the lack of weight on my bar, I said “just winding down with some light sets.”

Dick grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth and large lips (I don’t usually notice those things but they seemed to stand out with this guy), and said “sure, bud.” My face turned a bit red and I looked down and walked away.

“‘Mind if I take over,'” I thought. Who says that? What an ass. I glanced back and saw that he was loading three full plates a side. I did some quick math and realized he was about to bench 315 lbs. My head swam a bit at that number but I didn’t really doubt that Dick could do it. Sure enough, he sat down and in rapid succession blew through 10 or 15 reps.

He sat up and looked straight at me. Only then did I realized I was just standing there watching his workout.

“I thought you said you were wound down – do you want to work in?” Dick asked. Before I could answer, he’d taken his bar off, leaving all the weight on. He grabbed an empty bar off the wall rack with one hand like it was nothing and set it down on the bench.

I quickly realized there wasn’t any other explanation to my sudden halt to watch him bench so I shuffled over. I put a 25 lb plate on each side and lay down. Dick raised his eyebrows at me. “Do you want a spot?” he asked, standing over me.

“I’m fine” I answered, somewhat shortly. He didn’t move though so I ignored him and started my reps. On my third rep, already struggling, I noticed Dick was undressing. Again he wore a muscle shirt and tight shorts. Unlike last time, though the Muscle shirt was dry and hung loose from his body, allowing me a glimpse through the sleeve of the shirt at his massive hairless pecs.

I lost my grip on the bar and it came slamming down on me, landing just below my ribcage and knocking the air out of my lungs. Dick picked it up almost instantly and I rolled over and started coughing.

I slowly got my breath back, realizing that yet again, this kid was witnessing me make a fool out of myself. “Thanks,” I said, wheezing.

“No problem! You know, if you want my advice…”

I glared at him but it appeared to have no effect.

“…you should focus on your core and legs to start, with only some light upper body stuff sprinkled in. Low weight and lots of reps. Plus sprinkle in a good amount of cardio – like the elliptical an You’re less likely to injure yourself that way while and it’ll get you trimmed and tight. After that you can focus on building muscle.”

This kid was unbelievably obnoxious. I tried to interject “Thanks, but…”

He plowed onwards “So, you should concentrate on abs, obliques, lower back, glutes, hamstring, quads, vastus, groin…” As he listed off muscles his hands traced his own. My eyes followed them down his body, his fingers pressing the shirt into his body revealing the outline of his chiseled abs and tight obliques. His hands xnxx continued behind back and came back around his legs, reaching in and resting on his groin muscles. This tightened the fabric around his strong tree-trunk legs and outlined a large bulge between his legs. At that point I quickly looked away. Glancing up back into his bright blue eyes, I saw he was grinning at me, his eyebrows raised. I thought about what Carlie had said – this kid probably knew what he was talking about and it couldn’t hurt to give him a chance.

“Thanks, maybe I’ll give that a shot. I’m Jerry, by the way.” I held out my hand in introduction.

“I’m Ryan” he said, and kind of batted my hand away instead of shaking it. With that, he turned away and racked his heavy bar again.

I turned around, again feeling that Ryan was a Dick. Nonetheless, I continued my workout with sets of lunges, crunches, and squats. While I was squatting, squared up to the mirror, Ryan walked up behind me, standing a few feet behind me. He placed his hands on his hips and from his reflection in the mirror he appeared to be looking right at my ass. I was flustered and annoyed and didn’t know what to do, so I just continued my workout as Ryan stood close behind. I saw him move in the mirror and, surprised, felt his strong hands on my hips.

“You should go lower and press your glutes out more. Here…” With seemingly no effort, he lifted me up by my hips an onto a low bench in front of me, just a foot and a half off the ground.

“What the fuck dude!” I said. But he just ignored me and started guiding my hips into squats. I didn’t have much choice but to continue, given the strength of his hands. He was still just staring at my backside and I felt my face starting to flush in heat – probably due to the exertion. I was struck with how much bigger he appeared than me in the mirror—taller and wider by a good measure, his arms and shoulders bulging with muscle—especially as I bent over.

As I stared into the mirror, I found myself squatting lower and lower, even though at this point I was in a lot of pain as my ass and thigh muscles screamed for relief. At the bottom of my squats I started making contact with Ryan, just lightly brushing up against his lower abs or maybe a bit lower. I stared at the mirror as Ryan guided my hips up and down, back into him and away. I felt his strong hands squeezing and releasing my hips with every rep, his finger sliding slightly along the tip of my pelvic bone. My eyes slid over and over across his wide strong chest and up and down his arms and legs. They wandered up again to his face and realized he’d finally took his eyes of my ass ad was looking at me, a cocky smirk on his face. I realized my mouth was slighty open and shut it abruptly. Still, I continued squatting for another 5 or 7 reps or so, all the while keeping eye contact with him. My head swam with heat and dizziness and I barely processed the screaming pain now coming from my whole core and lower body. Finally, Dick seemed to pull down and in only slightly harder, but with my momentum and exhaustion it brought my hips back hard and my ass crashed into Dick. It felt like landing on a perpendicular brick wall, except for a large soft something pressing right between my ass cheeks.

Once again, I stumbled and fell to the floor in front of Ryan.

“Better—keep that up.” And without another glance, he walked away as I panted in pain on the floor.

Eventually, I shook my head clear, got up, and went to the elliptical to finish my workout. I was rattled by that exchange but tried to put it out of my head. I glanced at Ryan from time to time but he didn’t seem to be paying any brazzers attention to me anymore. He still didn’t give me a single look as I headed out. As I thought about it, I realized more and more how obnoxious that was, especially given how much we had interacted that day and the fact that I was doing the exercises he recommended. I told myself that my initial impression of this cocky kid had been dead on. Next time I went to the gym, I’d dump his dumb routine.

I decided to finally use the locker room to give the sauna a try. I undressed and walked into the empty sauna. I sat down with my towel on my lap and closed my eyes. I felt myself relax and drift a bit.

I heard the sauna door open and glanced up. My mind snapped to attention. Dick had just stepped with only a towel on. We made eye contact and I looked away, resisting the weird urge to glance at his body. From my peripheral vision, I had gotten a decent impression of his impressive physique, but little detail. Lots of hard bulging curves and defined edges. I made eye contact again and gave him a slight head nod which, of course, he didn’t return. Then, with effort, I looked away at the opposite wall.

He sat on the bench perpendicular to mine, about 4 to 5 feet away from me, and lay back, sighing deeply. I closed my eyes, but found I couldn’t re-achieve the calm I’d felt before he had stepped in. After a few minutes I risked a glance at his face and saw his eyes appeared to be closed. With that, telling myself I was just curious to see what a good workout routine could get me, I moved my eyes downwards.

I traced past his pronounced cheekbones and down his strong jawline to his collarbone, sticking out and providing a ledge from which his two large pecs thrust out imposingly, sloping down and away. His light brown nipples looked small on such large muscles. His hairless chest glistened with perspiration. My eyes moved to his washboard stomach, 6 primary abs, large and pronounced, topped by two smaller ones pressing up against his dense pecs. On either side, his obliques were so shredded as to seem like abs themselves. My gaze traveled back up to his shoulders and traced down his strong wide arms, one after the other, figuring they each may be as wide around as my thighs. He had a single vein on his left bicep that split when it reached his forearm. His right bicep displayed two long veins tracing down, one in the middle and one on the outside. Both forearms had light brown hair that did little to conceal the muscle they surrounded. His hands rested on his waist. The towel was set low-down and my eyes traced the “v” down his lower abs until they disappeared under the thin towel. I say thin because I could easily make out his wide round legs through them. More importantly, a thick long protrusion snaked from his groin, up and over his right leg, ending just after the peak of his leg.

Shocked, I quickly glanced back up at his face and was relieved to see his eyes still closed. My eyes passed over his body again, this time taking in bowling ball shoulders before following the defined valley between his pecs, coming again to a rest on Dick’s impossibly-sized dick. I became dizzy and my ears started pounding. I was amazed.

“10 inches soft.”

I started, looking back at Ryan’s face. His eyes were still closed but he continued. “It catches people off guard but I don’t mind – natural to be curious.”

I looked away and feigned confusion. I didn’t think he’d actually seen me. “What are you talking about?”

He let out a snort. “You know what I’m talking about, babe.”

Babe?! “Like I told you, it’s Jerry,”

“Whatever you say, Babe.” After a pause, sikiş izle “What do you do…Jerry?”

“I’m a Lawyer.”

“Cool, cool.”

Feeling obligated to ask, I inquired “How about you?”

“I’m at Thomspon High.”

That was my alma matter. “Teacher?”

“Twelfth grade”

“That’s impressive. You must be pretty close-in-age to some of your students. Must be hard to control them.”

He laughed. “I’m a student there. But to answer your question, no—it’s easy to control the students, and the teachers too.”

I was shocked and glanced at Ryan. “You’re in high school!? How old are you?!”

“Eighteen.”

I was floored and somewhat horrified. As I continued to stare at him, he smiled and stretched, reaching high and stretching his coiled strong muscles, his lats visibly flaring out at his sides. He then ran his hands down his body, pressing hard.

“Man, I’m sore” he said. I caught myself staring again, following his hands around, and snapped back to his face. He was smiling at my slyly as he continued “I sure wish they had masseuses here or something.” Ryan had a very clean-cut face and an incredibly disarming smile. It was hard to continue to dislike him when he looked at me like that.

I clammed up and looked away, my head spinning. I tried to calm down but my heart was jackhammering in my chest.

“Any chance you’d give me a quick massage, babe?”

I looked back and saw he was perched up a bit now, with his hands resting on the bench behind him, his strong shoulders pressed up. I looked at his body again, biting my lip.

“I don’t know…” I said slowly.

“C’mon babe. I’m really sore here. How about just my back.” He turned around, his wide back taking up my narrowing vision.

“Uhh…” My mouth hung open. But finally, I processed his words and brought myself under control. “My name is Jerry, kid. And no, I’m not giving you a massage.”

“Okay okay, Jerry. Didn’t mean any offense. I call everyone that as a nickname.” He paused and I felt a pang of regret for snapping.

“Anyways, I’m gonna head out.” Ryan said. “See you later.”

With that he stood up. As he reached the door he looked back and saw I was staring at his back. I glanced up and he winked and dropped his towel!

I tried to keep eye contact but couldn’t resist and my eyes fell to his powerful ass. The light came in sideways across his body, accentuating every ridge and definition. He only stood for a second, a greek god of muscle. Michelangelo’s David from behind. Then he pushed open the door and was gone.

I sat there, breath and heart rate rapid. I decided it was time to get out of the sauna. I had been in there too long, I told myself. That’s what was going on. I got out, showered, got dressed and left the gym without seeing Dick again.

On my short walk home, however. I saw the familiar figure pass by me. Ryan was riding a skateboard as he passed by. My heart jumped but I did’t think he noticed me as he continued down the road and turned the corner. As I approached the corner, however, I saw he now leaned up against a street lamp. Probably waiting for a cab or something.

This time he saw me and grinned, beckoning me over. I sighed and walked towards him, trying to ignore my increasing heartbeat.

When I got to him he said, matter-of-factly and not even looking in my direction, “Give me your number.”

“Why?”

He looked at me sharply then, his eyes blazing. He struck an imposing figure. He now wore black jeans and a tight thin army-green t-shirt. The sleeves struggled to contain his shoulders and biceps, emerging imposingly from the shirt. I was so taken aback by his intensity that I just told him it.

He punched it into his phone and then just turned away.

“Okay.” I said. “See you then…”

I walked away, a sinking anxious feeling growing inside me.

As I slumped back against the shower wall drained from my intense orgasm, Meg popped up from the shower seat. Briskly, she turned off the water and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around herself, she smiled and said, “That reminds me…dry off!” With that, she was gone.

Somewhat more slowly, I toweled off and wrapped the soft bath sheet around my waist. When I stepped into the bedroom to look for Meg, she came back through the doorway. In her hands was the silver vibrator that had started us down this path. She looked up and smiled.

“I almost forgot about my OTHER new toy!” she exclaimed, snapping the battery compartment shut and screwing the black cap back into place.

“Well, I guess you don’t need me here for this part!” I said with a smile.

“What? Oh, hell no, you’re not leaving! Wait…do you have to go?”

“Nope. She’s sound asleep and won’t even know. I’m just wondering what you have in mind.”

“You’re the one who broke in here and molested me in the shower! How the hell should I know what other evil plans you have in mind for a defenseless naked woman like me?”

I grinned in response. “Get over on the bed on your hands and knees and I’ll show you!”

“Should I be scared?”

“Probably. Get on the bed.”

With a giggle, she complied. The towel barely covered her standing up-when she climbed onto the bed, her delicious ass was full exposed. Her thighs were parted enough to show her pussy as well, and I stopped for a moment to admire the sight: silky white skin, wisps of dark hair, and dark labia peeking out, flushed and glistening with arousal. I was inspired.

“Give me that toy!” I said in a brusque voice. “And move back toward the edge of the bed.”

Meg scooted back immediately and passed the vibrator back like a relay runner in reverse.

“Put your head down” I commanded. Again, she complied quickly.

“Do you know what happens to neighbors who tease men by running around in a towel like this?”

“No.”

“No, what?” I demanded.

“No, sir” came the quiet reply.

“They get punished, Meg. Are you ready?”

She nodded. Her face was turned toward me, and I could see her licking her lips in anticipation. Stepping close to the bed, I turned the vibrator’s handle one notch, and a soft humming filled the quiet room. I laid the cold silver against her ass and she gasped at the contact. Smiling to myself, I trailed the buzzing tip all over her ass and thighs, avoiding her pussy entirely. She wriggled happily, travesti porno but when I ran it down the cleft between her buttocks, she groaned.

“Are you ready for your punishment, Meg?”

Again, she nodded. I moved the vibrator a few inches lower until it lay fully along her pussy, nestled between her parted lips. Meg groaned again and raised her ass higher toward me.

When my palm landed on the lower half of her ass, she cried out. When I smacked the other side, she cried out again and looked back at me with wide eyes.

“Move the towel, Meg, so I can punish your ass all over.”

With only a slight hesitation, Meg tugged the towel ends untucked and flung it to the floor.

“Now pass me a pillow.”

She reached forward and dragged one from under the covers, passing it back to me. I folded it in half and tucked it between her feet. Holding the vibrator in place along her pussy still, I pushed down on the small of her back, urging her lower until her body weight held the toy in place without my help. I knew it was buzzing actively all along her opening, and I hoped the new angle would reach her clit as well. Meg settled herself and rocked from side to side. I saw her eyes close and knew that she was feeling the full pleasure this position offered her.

Smack! Her eyes flew open when I spanked her again, then slowly closed. When my hand came down on the other side, she scrunched her eyes shut but did not cry out. I paused to let the sting develop, watching the handprints growing red on her translucent skin. While I stood there, I heard a groan from deep in Meg’s chest as the vibrator did its work.

Every five seconds, I spanked Meg again, two brisk strokes on either side. I let them range from her upper thighs up along the full curve of her her butt cheeks, and after five minutes, her ass was bright pink from top to bottom. Her body tensed with each blow, and that only drove her tighter against the silver toy.

Finally, I gave her a break. I knew she needed release to solidify the mixture of pleasure and pain, so I pushed her down onto the vibrator more firmly. Then I lightly stroked her on each side, my two hands feeling the heat emanating from her abused skin while they soothed her. When I leaned down and kissed each glowing globe, Meg gasped.

Reaching past her glorious ass, I stroked her from shoulders to waist, dragging my thumbs along the long muscles beside her spine. Meg was practically purring after alt yazılı porno a few repetitions. Changing angles, I leaned down and kissed her tailbone, then let my kisses travel lower. I held her cheeks apart with both hands and let my tongue trail along her cleft, kissing each exposed millimeter gently. This was rewarded with a heartfelt groan and a quiet “Oh, my God” from Meg.

Just above the black knob of the vibrator, her tiny puckered opening beckoned me. I leaned further down and flicked that dark little gem with the tip of my tongue. A much louder “Oh, my God!” burst from Meg’s lips as I knocked at her back door. She pushed back against me, which had the dual effect of urging my tongue into her tiny opening, and pushing her clit more firmly against the buzzing silver toy beneath her.

Faster and faster she rocked, and I prodded her firmly with my tongue each time. The pleasure peaked quickly, and she slammed her hips down hard on the pillow, spreading her thighs wide to grind her pussy against the long side of the vibrator. Her head arched back and she swirled her hips in tight circles. A heartfelt chant of “oh, fuck…oh, fuck…yes!” burst from her lips as she drove herself over the edge. Quivering all over, she froze in place. I felt her ass contract as each wave crested inside her, and she breathed in ragged gasps for almost a minute.

When she could take no more, Meg lifted her hips off the pillow, freeing the silver shape below. Her head was cradled in her arms, and her back glistened with sweat. I let her breath easily for half a minute as she recovered, and then pulled the pillow out from between her feet. With a quick twist, I shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside on the bed. Meg was starting to look back to see what I was up to when I grabbed her hips in a firm grip.

“Slide back!” I said commandingly.

Obligingly, Meg rose up and move toward me until her knees rested on the very edge of the mattress. I stood upright and stepped between her dangling calves. My neglected cock was begging for attention, and without further ado, I centered the tip between her labia. She was slick and hot from her recent orgasms, and I knew she was ready for me. I rubbed myself up and down her slit, gathering moisture until I was fully lubricated. Then, in one swift motion, I sank into her all the way in one long, steady stroke.

“Oh, my fucking GOD!” Meg cried in a passionate crescendo. “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

I üvey baba porno pulled out all the way and then slammed back in. Meg rose to her elbows to brace herself better against my aggressive thrusts. Each time I drove into her, she pushed back and rocked her hips, caressing my cock with her inner walls from every angle.

“Fuck, Meg-your pussy is so hot and tight!”

“Just fuck me, Steve!” she gasped between thrusts. “Fuck me as hard as you want…I can take it!”

With a groan at her invitation, I pushed her forward and climbed onto the bed myself, keeping my cock inside her all the way. When we reached the center of the bed, I pushed her flat. Then I stretched out on top of her using her firm hips and crimson ass as a fulcrum. She widened her thighs to make room, and I came to rest on her back. When my elbows were planted firmly beside her shoulders, I started to pump her again. She was pinned against the mattress, my cock driving over and over against the front wall of her pussy, and my stomach sliding along the bruised flesh of her buttocks. She gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure.

“Oh, please…keep fucking me just like that and cum inside me!” she begged.

That thought made my balls contract. I had the same thing in mind, and her sexy encouragement pushed me closer and closer to compliance.

“Meg,” I whispered in time with my strokes, “I’m so…ready…to cum…inside you!”

She turned her head to look at me, and I lay down fully on her back to kiss her passionately, my hips driving up and down while my hands moved underneath her to grab her breasts roughly.

When I felt myself getting close, I broke our kiss and laid my forehead on her shoulder.

“Fuck…Meg…here it is!” I moaned ecstatically. Pounding into her one last time, my body went rigid. My cock throbbed wildly and sent jet after jet of cum deep into her womb.

“Yes…yes!” Meg moaned happily. “Fill me up with cum! It feels so hot and good inside me!”

Slowly, the pulsing diminished. I continued to rest my full weight on her as I took great gulps of air, trying to slow my wildly beating heart. Realizing the burden I was subjecting her to, I pulled with one hand on her arm and rolled sideways, bringing her along with me. I ended up flat on my back, and she curled happily in the crook of my arm, her head resting on my chest. She played idly with my chest hairs, then trailed her hand lower, across my abs and then down to wrap around my shrunken cock. Stroking me slowly with her thumb, she smiled up and me again and sighed.

“That was so much better than anything I fantasized!” she admitted.

“Same here,” I told her with a smile.

Meg tilted her face up to meet mine, and we shared a long kiss before resuming our comfortable positions again.

This story is an afterthought to the main quadrilogy and was inspired by a combination of real-life events and a clip from Porn Hub. The stylistic change from past to present tense, with the clipped sentence structure, was inspired by Literotica author Spoonbender’s story “Hot Tub Virgin”. The idea of being to write a real-time sex scene.

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“Time to go!” says Tabitha.

Indeed, there are less than ten minutes before the scheduled departure.

We sheepishly exit the toilet block, expecting to be busted but the mass of people milling around the coach, loading luggage and boarding, pay us no attention at all. I grab my backpack from Tabitha’s car and walk back to the coach. The burly driver takes hold of it from me with two meaty hoofs and slings it into the hold.

There are only minutes left now, and so I turn to Tabitha. Her eyes express sadness but don’t well up with tears. We hug, lovingly, longingly. She smells of sex. I will miss her. We release each other, and I exhale an emotionally deep breath. I kiss her on the lips, and I bid my farewell.

Settling into the long journey, I stare at the barren landscape that flickers before my eyes, my thoughts drift back to the events of the day and all the fuck-ups that occurred that almost derailed my long-awaited dream of leaving this provincial backwater. And of course, those 4K HD thoughts start making my cock hard again so let’s start at the beginning.

I awake. The day is here!

The day I am leaving Albany for, as I hope, the last time. I have secured a promotion and a transfer to Melbourne. It is Saturday in early February. It is hot, the height of summer. I have my flight tickets out of this place and to my new home, away from here, where I will begin the next phase of my career. Over the past week, I have offloaded the house, had my belongings collected by the removal firm, finished up at the bank I began my career at, and had my raucous leaving party that lasted until the wee hours of today.

It is with a sore head that I rise out of bed, awaiting my ride to the airport. I say goodbye to my friends, whose house I stayed at for my last few days, and the transport arrives. Tabitha, in her busted-up Datsun 200-SX. The time is 11.00 am, and my flight is 11.45am, and the airport is but a mere 15 minutes’ drive.

All too easy.

Except that it is not as easy as my misplaced confidence suggests.

I walk into the terminal building just in time to see the SkyWest Airlines Dash-8 twin-turboprop racing down the runway, pull up and ascend into the azure sky! The blood freezes in my veins as it dawns upon me that I have missed my escape flight. Frantically, I approach the counter to make sense of it all, and it turns out I misread the departure time by 30 minutes: 11.15 (correct time of departure) vs 11.45 (incorrect time of departure). Worse still, my ticket, provided by my employer, is non-refundable and there is no way I can afford a replacement. I must get to Melbourne and take up my new duties. I am in a near panic when Tabitha chimes in with a solution, “What about the bus?”

Of course! There is a bus service leaving Albany later in the day that will take me to Perth. Yes, the means of conveyance will take 5 hours, but I have no choice. There is no time to lose, I must get a ticket.

Fifteen minutes later, we are back in Albany, where the journey began. The bus station is located at the bottom of York Street, nestled on the shores of Princess Royal Harbour. There is no bus and no signs of life.

I walk inside and approach the clerk that sells the tickets, and I am in luck. The bus is scheduled to depart at 3pm (the inbound coach hasn’t yet arrived), in just under three hours, and there are plenty of seats available. Disaster averted, but what to do for three hours?

Tabitha and I sit down on a bench outside the bus station with the summer sun beating down against us. I look upwards towards the town and see the White Star Hotel, home of many drunken adventures. The tavern and the beer it sells beckon me. Oh, it is tempting, but I will have to be careful not let the consumption of ale cause me to miss my only remaining lifeline out of here. One last time for good times’ sake?

“You don’t have to stick around here,” I say to Tabitha, hoping she takes off and thereby frees me up to consume some ale.

“It’s ok, I’m happy to stay, see you off and all.”

“Oh,” I reply, slightly disappointed, “What shall we do to kill time?”

I ask with genuine innocence.

“Is there anything you want to do here before you leave?”

I cock my head towards her with an incredulous look on my face. There is nothing left to do in this tiny outpost that I haven’t already done. The lack of opportunity, career and love, is my primary motivation to leave this town.

“Fair enough.” She answers, with a snort of laughter.

“You want to go to the pub?” As she is driving, I expect a negative reply.

“Sure.” So off we go.

Tabitha’s answer surprises me because, while she has long üvey kız kardeş porno experience of drinking spiritous liquors, she never goes to the pub.

We walk into the main bar and must adjust our eyes to the gloomy interior. There aren’t many patrons; a handful of bodies are drinking beer at the tables, and the rest are placing bets on the horse races. I order drinks: beer for me and vodka for Tabitha. The well-endowed landlady shoots me a quizzical glance, “Weren’t you supposed to leave today?”

I let out a frustrating snort and explain my predicament. The bar lady laughs and then looks towards Tabitha sitting nervously at a table. I glance over to her and notice her vulnerability before turning back to the woman serving the drinks, I shake my head and say, “Long story!” She winks at me and serves another customer.

Tabitha and I clink glasses, and she gulps down a swig of vodka. Tabitha is dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt that hides her large, well-formed breasts, ripped denim shorts highlighting her firm, tanned legs and a pair of sandals. The simplicity of the dress is the order of the day, but she looks great. It’s been some time since we engaged in our series of threesomes with her friend, Sarah, and we haven’t seen a lot of each other during the intervening period.

“What do you guys do here?” She asks me with wonderment as she surreptitiously scans this alien world. “Guys” is a reference to my ex-housemates, Andrew and Shane. The three of us were big drinking and high partying guys about town.

“Drink, play pool, listen to music, pick-up girls,” I reply.

The last pursuit generates a withering glance from Tabitha as she swallows another large gulp of vodka. I smile in return as my own track record is woeful.

“Have you ever played pool?” I ask, likely knowing the answer.

“No.”

“Want to learn?”

“Sure.” So off we go.

I pop the coins in the slot, rack up the balls and briefly explain the objectives of the game before handing her a cue. I break, disperse the balls and sink a “big”.

Predictably, Tabitha’s first shot misfires and results in a foul. This action repeats for some time and threatens an overly long game. Nothing is going to stop me from leaving. However, no amount of “watch how I do it” coaching is helping Tabitha improve her pool action. I quickly sink my balls and win the game.

“Do you want another drink?” I ask after I drain my glass.

“Sure.”

“You’d better be careful. Don’t drink and drive.” I admonish half-heartedly.

“Yes, dad!” We laugh.

When I return with new drinks, Tabitha is still struggling to strike the cue ball cleanly and hit any one of her six remaining balls, but she is heartily enjoying the effort. After taking a sip, Tabitha places the glass on a table and bends over the pool table to attempt another shot. She drapes her whole length across the table, with one leg on the floor and the other at a horizontal angle. I stand behind her and watch her denim shorts ride up to the top of her thighs. The gusset of the shorts tightens against her crotch, revealing her panties. My cock jumps in surprise.

Predictably, the shot misfires and the cue ball sinks slowly into the corner pocket. Tabitha stands up and adjusts her shorts but expresses little awareness of what she has just flashed. And then the idea hits me. Could Tabitha and I enjoy one last steamy session before I leave town?

As I turn over the possibilities in my mind, I become hornier by the nano-second. Tabitha is utterly oblivious to my leching, given her interest in this new stick and ball game. I quickly devise a strategy that may lead to an opening.

I swallow some liquid courage just as Tabitha lines up for another shot. I press up behind her and match my hands with hers that are holding the cue stick. My tumescence is obvious, but I do all I can to keep it from being detected. I use my bulk to bend Tabitha over the table into a position better suited to taking a competent shot. My head nestles over her shoulder where I breathe into her ear.

“Place your hand in this position,” I whisper as Tabitha mimics my finger position at the tip of the cue.

“This hand goes here,” I say, directing her other hand to the base of the cue. I suddenly feel Tabitha blush in my grip, and her breathing quickens. We practise a few motions on the cue stick until the Ash strikes the Bakelite in a fair and accurate swing. This time, the cue ball sideswipes a pool ball and nudges it toward the pocket. Tabitha erupts in glee which breaks our embrace; she sports a huge grin of pride.

We settle down to take the next shot, and I repeat my strategy of close embrace. My hands cup hers at either end of the cue stick.

“Focus on the white ball and try to anticipate how it will on the ‘nine’ in front of you,” I breath into Tabitha’s ear. My cock is rock hard and pressing against my shorts, and to prevent detection, I angle my hips away slightly. “You want the white ball to strike the xnxx porno ‘nine’ on its edge but strike it gently”.

Tabitha wriggles underneath me, trying to achieve the perfect shot-making position. The Ash gently nudges the Bakelite towards the ‘nine’ ball touching at almost the correct angle. The ‘nine’ ball rolls towards the pocket and balances over the edge before disappearing with a satisfying clunk.

“Yes!” celebrates Tabitha and leaps out of our embrace. She spins around, stands on tiptoes, wraps a hard around my head and pulls my lips towards hers. Ours is not a passionate kiss but nor is it a peck. Our lips linger just that little while longer for it to be a platonic kiss.

The kiss feels nice and brings back a host of horny memories. Tabitha breaks it and looks a little sheepishly at me before turning away to “focus” on the table. I glance downward at my shorts and see a pronounced bulge out there for all to see. Luckily, there are too few customers to care.

Tabitha walks around the table to line up the next shot, but I hold back to judge what might happen next.

“I still need your help, Jason!” I am happy to provide it.

This time, Tabitha grinds her butt into my thigh as if deliberately trying to locate my mound. I offer some shot advice into her shell-like ear. This time, I stick my tongue out and gently lick the lobe. She lets out a deep breath, and her frame shudders. She knows that I am trying to hide my raging hard-on because she lets go of the base of the pool cue, reaches behind until she finds my thigh and pulls me into her. Now, my rather obvious boner is plumb against the cleft of her butt cheeks.

“Mm,” She teases, “that’s better.” It sure is. Tabitha has the most magnificent peach. She let me enter in a few months ago. Tabitha orgasms from anal penetration.

She takes the shot; the cue ball misses the pool ball and drops unceremoniously into the pocket.

“Foul!” I crow. Tabitha remains precisely where she is, wiggling her butt against my crotch before slowly rising. She leaves the cue on the table, arches her back into mine, rests her head against my shoulder before turning and whispering into my ear, “I want you to fuck me!”

I spin her around, and we kiss passionately, right there in the pool room of a half-empty pub on the day of my departure, with tongues driving deeply in and out of each other’s mouths.

“I want to fuck you too,” I say, breaking the tongue-ballet.

The question is, where can we have sex together in the middle of the afternoon? Tabitha will let me take her on that pool table because she is that hot to trot. Time is also an issue, it is past 1.30pm, and there are less than ninety minutes left before my scheduled departure. Many of our favourite outdoor places will be surging with tourists today, and the little private beach out of town, we frequented, is too far away to be practical.

We are at a frustrating loss. Tabitha suggests driving around until inspiration strikes. “Not too far,” I remind her.

We leave the pub and walk back to the bus station. I take the opportunity to grab some beers for the long journey to Perth. Tabitha purchases a bottle of water to swig on before driving to wherever.

Minutes later, we are back at Tabitha’s parked car. I look around, there are no other vehicles, no people and no activity. I hope this damn bus comes. I can’t afford another disaster.

“I’m just going to the toilet,” Tabitha announces.

She skips towards the bus station, and I gaze after her. Inspiration quickly strikes, so I follow in her lee to investigate the possibility of sex in the toilet. The exterior door to the public bathrooms opens to reveal a recently renovated and ultra-clean interior. To the left are the female toilets, to the right the male, and directly in front of me are two disabled toilets. Three of the four are free as Tabitha is in the fourth. The disabled toilets are sparklingly fresh, bright, and smell of lavender. In the circumstances, this place answers our requirements. It is Tabitha who I must convince.

“We can’t do it here,” shrieks my incredulous cock socket, “People will hear!”

“There’s no-one around.” I remind her, but I notice an eyebrow rising in suspicion, “Go and look.”

Tabitha does and sees that I speak the truth. She turns back to me and pushes me across the threshold of the disabled toilet with a sexy giggle. A second later, the slide bolt falls into place, and we are alone together with our hormones raging at fever pitch. Tabitha melts into my arms.

Tabitha is naturally submissive, sexually, but she continues to grow in maturity. Tabitha has a wide range of skills and is more advanced than any of her peers in a town as small and isolated as Albany. I smugly congratulate myself for assisting with her sexual maturity, because I know what pleasure I can expect from this encounter.

We kiss with passion. Tabitha, turned on, kisses with urgency. She is on tip toes to meet my lips. Her arms and hands travel all over my zenci porno body, with the sense of tactile touch enhancing her arousal. Our dance of tongues elicits whimpers of pleasure from both of us.

As expected, I must direct the sexual activity. I place one of Tabitha’s hands deliberately on my cock. She craves the direction, and enthusiastically grabs the shaft. I let out a sharp hiss because of her vice-like grip. She needs to learn some subtlety.

I place my hands on her slim waist, my nails lightly stimulate the skin. I inch up her top, the material snags at the obstacles that are her large, curvy breasts. Tabitha takes the hint. Our kiss is interrupted. We’re disengaged. Her hands grab the t-shirt, and within a second it has been discarded on the floor. Tabitha’s arms reach behind her, and the bra falls to the floor. She looks up at me with a smile. There is no longer any bashfulness about exhibiting her perfect body to me. Tabitha is body positive.

I clumsily disrobe. I almost trip trying to get a foot through my shorts. Tabitha giggles at my clownish behaviour. But not loudly because she doesn’t want to attract attention. I kick my clothes across the floor towards Tabitha’s. Now the two of us are naked and ready to get nasty.

Tabitha leans down and takes my raging cock in her mouth. She’s still clumsy at giving a blow job but is better now than ever before. Tabitha continues to need direction, and I gladly give it. Despite being unable to take much of my length down her throat, she uses her tongue to maximum, pleasurable effect. I enjoy her liberal use of saliva to lube my pole although I know her pussy will be positively dripping. I direct Tabitha to use her tongue on my tightening ball sack, and I gently encourage her to go a bit further south by raising a leg and resting it on the toilet bowl. In my slightly inebriated state, I try to push Tabitha to her limit for my pleasure. Somewhat selfish, yes, but Tabitha is by nature submissive, and she exists to serve.

Of course, I’m encouraging Tabitha to use her tongue on my sensitive arsehole. As I will do with her. I am not successful at persuasion even at this late hour. The best I will get is a scrotum bath, which is not a bad second prize. Right now, I’m looking at myself in the bathroom mirror while enraptured by a robust and wet tongue lapping at my ball sack and my scrotum, while a gentle hand clumsily attempts to work my shaft.

I could enjoy this attention forever, but time is marching forward. It is time for me to repay Tabitha, to move the action on. She always smells and tastes fantastic. Her body is super sensitive in several ways, in more ways than she realises. This starts with her lips, her neck, her ears, her perfect breasts, her perfectly sculpted tummy, and further down, all the way to her feminine toes.

I turn around from facing the basin mirror and help Tabitha up. Saliva is smeared across her face. She arches her back to relive the discomfort of performing oral sex on me. My cock is hard. It and my balls are slick with saliva. Tabitha takes a quick swig of water to refresh. It is warm in this toilet block, she and I have broken out in a sweat, not entirely due to the internal temperature.

I pull Tabitha towards me, and we kiss passionately again. Perhaps for the last time? My raging cock presses deeply into her taut tummy. I cup one of her perfect breasts and gently squeeze the cherry on top. Tabitha lets out a pleasing hiss. I lean down and take that cherry in my mouth. She runs her fingers through my long, blonde hair, and breathes gently into my ear. Shivers of pleasure shoot down my spine like electricity.

I nibble and suck both cherries with enthusiasm, but I need her pussy. She needs attention. We have this urgency at the exact same time. We disengage. She takes the lead. A sign of her growing confidence. Tabitha perches her perfectly, fuckable peach on the disabled toilet, and she spreads her legs with wanton lust. Tabitha leaks like a sieve, and she parts her sculpted, bronzed limbs, I see the unmistakeable snail trails on the inside of each thigh. I drop to my knees and shuffle towards her. The scent of her sloshy cunt is domineering as I approach. I clearly see the sparkle of female fluid bubbling at the entrance of her fuckhole. Tabitha’s body is a nervous powder keg of lust. I blow gently on her matted lips. She shrieks a little too loudly for our environment, and her body erupts.

“No,” I’m told breathlessly, “Don’t tease me.”

Her mousy brown hair partially covers her face. Her cheeks are flushed. Her skin is pricked with sweat beads. She uses her hands to hold her legs apart. Her mighty chest rises and falls with the desperate need for air to feed her sexually charged heart that is pumping blood throughout her veins.

I part Tabitha’s sticky lips. They are no longer pink in colour but are now fire engine read with blood-fuelled desire. The inner folds pulse ever so slightly, but with each spasm, a white fluid leaks out that pools towards her wrinkled pucker not that far to the south.

I force Tabitha’s legs back just that little bit more so that I have access to her arsehole, wet cunt and pulsating clit. I intend to enjoy this last encounter to the maximum and gorge myself. The wank bank will thank me for it later during the lonely nights in Melbourne.

It has been months of chatting and erotic emails between you and I and we finally decide to meet and get what we both have been yearning for. We decide to meet at the Golden Gate Hotel giving our significant others some lame excuse for the take of leave. I am dressed really casual with a pair of jeans and an ivory thin long sleeve shirt, you on the other hand are more afraid of being spotted by friends or family and are wearing a silk scarf around ur head, a casual floral dress, casual turquoise blouse and dark large framed sunglasses made for intimate , discreet encounters. You are nervous and extremely turned on at the same time knowing in a few minutes your new found lover is in the vicinity and ready to make sweet, sweet love to you. I spot you remembering the picture you sent in your email 2 months ago. I memorized it from looking at your picture for the past 2 months every day anticipating when will I get to meet and touch this wonderful being. I slowly walk over and then realize “Oh my god!” it’s really him and we are finally going to meet! You feel giddy like a schoolgirl getting asked for a date for the first time.

I come over and say “Hi, at last we meet, I have waited patiently for this day and I am so glad you and I are here”. You grab me and give me a big hug as if we were friends for eternity and parted for a long period of time. I feel your breasts through your thin blouse and immediatly feel a rush in my groin. I pull you closer around your hips so that I can feel you ass with both my palms clenching and pulling even tighter. I hear you coo lightly expressing your pent up passion ready to explode on me. You take my hand and hastily go after the entrance of the hotel. I ask for a small room but they tell me that they are out of small rooms since it was a Friday night, so I pay a little more for a slightly larger room. I grip your hand a little more tightly making sure that you will not want to change your mind and have second thoughts and leave.

I go back out to my car to grab a few things such as the bottle of wine and other condiments for our escapade. We arrive at our room on the second floor and I open the door. You give me an adoring look as I do the same to you, and we both take in one deep breath and step into the room. I put down my things and take off your sunglasses and scarf, “My god!” You are more stunning than your pictures and I fall into your green eyes as if they were cursed emeralds from an eqyptian tomb. You ask me “What?!, Whaaat?!?!” It take me a second to compose myself and then tell you “You are absolutely gorgeous!!” You smile and blush at the comments and graciously thank me. I slowly reach over to your soft hair and pull your face close to mine and our lips touch for the very first time. How I longed for this day, it feels so right , your soft lips are slowly massaging my lips sarışın porno and vice versa. After a brief 2 minutes I suggest we take a shower first. You hesitate but I tell you that it is all right and that we both are consenting adults who know what we want.

I slowly take off your blouse unbuttoning from the top down exposing your black lace bra. My fingertips are touching the front of your chest sending little shockwaves of passion throughout your body. You unfasten your bra to expose your beautiful breasts to me. I am quite taken by your emmaculate breasts and decide I can not resist but to touch , caress and kiss them. You throw your head back feeling the passion and the gentle attention your breast are recieving. I pull down your dress revealing your black lace underwear and garters holding up your traditional jet black stockings. I slowly touch your groin area on the outside of the lace and it is hot and moist from all the stimuli I have given your breasts. You are now a little more exited and daring , so you deide to take off my shirt and give me a little teeth biting on my nipples and a long lick from my chest straight down to my belly button. I say “Let’s get showered first!” and take off your panties exposing your neatly trimmed pubic area, I get you on the bed to take off your stockings and garters all together. I quickly strip down to my bare and take your hand leading you to the bathroom.

I step in first and test the water temperature first before asking you to join me. I make sure that you are wet all over before soaping up your body. As I work up a lather in my hands your hands roam down to my couch teasingly and I jump not expecting that at all. I say “Stop! We have plenty of time for that later” I soap you up and its feels so nice to lather your body , especially the breasts where I lather up and pinch your nipples when my fingertips slip for the perfect slope of your body. You are getting more and more turned on anticipating every touch I give you and every stoke of my hand on your slippery wet body. I decide that I want to wash your hair so I make sure your hair gets wet and I pour obscene amounts of shampoo and lather up your hair. I tell you to sit down in the tub and close your eyes and enjoy a long scalp massage. Each finger applying pressure on all the right spots on your head making you feel relaxed and oh so good! After 15 minutes of scalp massage, we rinse off your hair and condition it with a shorter massage with a rinse. You decide you want to lather me and clean me, I oblige without contest.

You lather up the soap and rub my body with hugs and getting soap on yourself also, your body feels so good up against mine slipping and sliding all over. You wash my lower area and I feel your hot slippery hands on my member and I get flushed and can’t help but to kiss sex hikayeleri and bite lightly on your shoulder. I say “We better finish this up or I am gonna explode”, so we rinsed each other off and then towel dried each other with the exception of your hair still being wet. “It’s hot!!” you tell me, so I turn on the air conditioner. I grab you from behind and kiss and lick your neck and earlobes, geting a giggle from you I hold on even tighter and kiss harder and wetter. You are so turned on while I being behind you feeling your buttocks on my cock making me hard as a diamond. Then, all of a sudden!! I hear something and so do you!! “Stop!! Shhh!”

The adjoining door from room to room, there is someone screaming! a lady! and I hear some type of striking or hitting. “Should we call the cops?” I put my naked body up against the adjoing door with my ear stuck up against the door. You come behind and and push hard against my body trying to listen in also, then….
“….is that moaning?” I whispered into your ear. “I think so……..” you whisper back. “FOREPLAY! Damn that was foreplay!” You giggle and say “I think you are right!” We both listen closer and hear the joys of extacy between the two lovers occasionally hearing a slap and the headboard slamming up against the wall. “Must be into that SM stuff” I tell you, and you agree. This was really turning us on, all the sneakyness and voyeurism.

We begin to kiss again but this time with more passion and eagerness. I push you onto the bed and kiss you ferociously while running my hands up and down your body feeling every inch of skin. You kiss me back harder and scratch your nails down my back and biting my chest. I grope both breasts each in one hand and suckle on your left breast while flicking your right breast with 2 fingers, taking a small peek at your face, your enjoying this very much and much to my surprise, I see you rubbing your clit with your right hand. I grab your hand and bring it to my mouth to taste you. You seemed to be really turned on by this! I kiss down to your belly and down to the left side of your thigh, I lightly lick the side of your outter lip teasing both sides and occasionally licking the area between your anus and lower vagina. This is driving you nuts and you beg for more!! I decided enough is enough and went straight for the clitoris. Licking straight up with my wet tongue, you actually lash from the feeling of my tongue pressing on you most sensative of areas. I surround your clit with my wet lips while my tongue continues to diddle up and down and my head going in small clockwise circles. The feeling is amazing and like a second instinct you grab my right thigh and position yourself to face my penis. I feel your hot , wet lips engulf my penis and gives me more insentive to work harder to make you feel şişman porno even more exitement!! It’s like a battle to see who can make the other feel more pleasure, the harder you work at making me feel pleasure the harder I do. It’s like an infinity of pleasure between two bodies but eventually I feel you tensing up ready for an orgasm. I hear you moan with my penis ramming into your mouth just as you cum…. I taste the juices flowing and its wonderful. My face is being covered with the slippery matter coming from you and this is getting me so exited that I can not hold it in, hearing you moan so loud has made me go to the point of no return. I unload what seems to be a half cup of seamen into your mouth and you can not accomodate the spunk and much of it spills onto the sheets.

I hug your thigh and you hug mine as we both have to take a breather. I get up get a pair of shorts on and go get ice for the wine. I get the ice along with some Coca Cola cans because I bought some rum earlier to mix. We take another quick rinse and sit naked on the bed watching some television, sipping wine and drinking some rum and coke. We chat about our lives, not getting too personal…. our desires and dreams. We are a little tipsy after 2 hours of drinking and chatting, you become more amorous and giveme a little lick. I can not resist you, but before I can make my move you already pounced on me like a lioness after its prey. Your heavy kissing is driving me nuts and I feel around your buttocks to feel your vagina is already soaking wet as yu rub your body all over mine I feel pleasure I have never felt before. I can feel your clit rubbing up against my middle pelvic area right below my belly button and I feel your juices overflowing and soaking my pubic hair. One quick movement and my penis has entered your vagina with ease, both of us did not expect it and didn’t even have time to worry about protection. We were both lost in the pit of exctasy and there was no way out!! You were so wet, warm and welcoming , I did not know what to do but enjoy your sweet,tight vagina. I felt your vagina easing up as I sucked on your breasts as if it was the last time I would see you!!
I knew your were nearing climax and made me feel more pressure know I had to satisfy your climax before I pulled out for mine. Faster and faster you pumped on top of me, milking me hard and without concern. Oh god, I don’t know if I can hold out any longer!! but for you!! I will try my best, you begin to scream as you come!! “Oh baby!! This is soooo goood!!!” I scream “get off me ! get off me!! I’m gonna come!!” you reply “NO! I CAN”T THIS IS TOO GOOD!! OOOHHH!!!! YES!!! UGHHH!!” “OH GOD!!” I exclaimed….. I could not hold it anymore I pumped and pumped all my liquid into you. Even after that you were relentless and did not get off until I was practically falling out of you in a flacid state. I stared into your beautiful eyes as you looked at me and said “Darling, that was wonderful”.

I was speechless and exhausted from a 2 hour prelude to what I am hoping to be reality and many more stories to come……..

Wait for part 2 “The Next Morning”

Flight Lieutenant Deepti Mishra was delicious. The juices of her tight virgin pussy, the musky fragrance from her pink tight asshole, the feel of her smooth skin, her round young boobs, her shapely bubble ass and her rosy pink lips; everything about her was perfect. Her taste was still on my lips and my hands remember every up and down on her sexy frame as they slid on her naked beauty. The events of last night were replaying in my head and there was a smile of satisfaction on my lips. My cock began to swell in my trousers as I relived our sex.

I was sitting in front of her desk in the court room and our eyes met as she walked in. She had ditched the shirt and trousers type of uniform and was wearing a sky blue saree, as they wear in the Air Force. I could understand that she might be feeling a little sore down there because of violent fucking her pussy went through last night. She was delicate and I was careful not to hurt her, but I am a big and strong man. The damsel in distress was left bruised and sore at places. She was looking lovely. Mature in the saree but lovely as ever.

I was aware of not including last night’s events in my behaviour towards her. She was after all my superior officer that too a young girl. I didn’t want to tarnish her reputation. She promised me after sex that last night wasn’t going to be our only time together. So I needed not to worry. That beauty belonged to me. I was lost in my ideas.

“Sergeant Viren!” I heard her voice. She seemed irritated.

“Yes ma’am,” I got up from my chair.

“You are supposed to reply first time. I called your name thrice,” she almost shouted, “you are lost in your own dreams. The accused is not marched in yet. May I know why?”

“I am sorry ma’am, if I didn’t hear first time. But accused is my responsibility after he is marched in. If he doesn’t appear, I don’t know him,” and said plainly. She was behaving abnormally and I could understand. The events of last night were bothering her. I was polite to her totally.

“Why are you so arrogant? Why don’t you want to accept your responsibility?” she shouted. She was behaving out of the line, so I needed to follow the court procedure. I felt a rush of anger but I didn’t let it show.

“I will be in my office ma’am, as I am supposed to be. The court staff will send someone for me as the accused arrives and I will be available after that,” I gave her a salute, turned around and marched out. I could hear her slamming file to the desk. She was angry for no reason. I wished to give her some time so that she could understand her mistake and cool down.

She was so angry that she barged into my office without thinking, without wondering about exactly what it was that she was doing. She had time to reconsider.

“You think you have control over me sergeant? How dare you to disrespect me in front of everyone?” she shouted as she closed the door of my office.

“Ma’am you are speaking too loud, people may listen and as far as disrespecting you; I did not and when we talked there was nobody,” I tried to calm her down. I was still in my zone and not calling her by her name.

“No you think last night gave you control over me. You think that if you can fuck…” I rushed to her and grabbed her by her arm. I put my palm over her lips to make her stop.

“I don’t think anything Deepti, last night happened with consent and you are still my superior officer. Don’t shout details and let the world know, please,” I was concerned for her but my temper was getting bad.

There was a knock on the door and one staff walked in. I left Deepti and stepped back. He saluted her, “Ma’am the accused is absconding so the proceedings are cancelled for today. We are leaving.”

“All right, go ahead,” Deepti returned the salute and he left the room. Deepti was standing in my office keeping her gaze on me and I was leaning on my desk. I was angry at her behaviour and she knew it.

“Listen Viren, if you ever try to demean me, I won’t like it. That’s not what I look for from our thing,” she walked to me and placed a finger on my chest. That was too much for me and I knew that there was no one on the premises so I could do to her what she deserved.

I grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. She cried of pain due to sudden attack. She began to struggle so I pulled her hair pin and grabbed her loose hair in my fist and hd porno held her still. My one hand was firmly holding her wrist behind her back and my other hand was twisted into her hair, keeping her still. I bent her over my desk. The cold wood presses against her cheek and the hard edge pushes into her stomach.

“Listen Deepti, I know that you may still be sinking in the thoughts of last night and I understand it but that doesn’t give you any control over me either. Other than official capacity, you are beautiful woman whom I care for and live to fuck,” I leaned on her and placed my lips on her cheek.

“So you accept that I am nothing but a pussy for you. You rascal, you are also other men.”

“You don’t listen a single word I speak, do you?? You arrogant little bitch,” I whispered against her ear, leaning over her, letting her feel every hard edge of my body. She shouldn’t have come here. Not like this, so unprepared. And she MUST not have behaved as she behaved. My hands moved down until I found the edge of her saree.

She should have worn her pants with all the strong belts, buckles and zips. I flipped her saree up, revealing her panty-clad ass to my hungry eyes and hungrier hands. I groaned and took her ass cheeks firmly in my hands, squeezing them until she squirm. I laughed wickedly and she knew she was fucked that she was going to be fucked as well.

“That’s the only thing what you want from me, Viren,” she shouted.

“Yes but not in a bad way. More like out of longing for you. I like you and admire you Deepti but you are being a bad bitch and I will make you right,” my tongue roamed on her cheek.

I pushed against her ass. My covered erection ground against her, made her hips move against the desk so that her soaked clit rub up and down against the hard surface. She moaned. She couldn’t help it. And I chuckle darkly, knowing how soaked her cunt was, how swollen her clit was. I pushed again and liquid dribbled down the inside of her thighs. Shit. It was like her pussy had no sense of self-preservation.

“You’re a little wet, aren’t you?” I whispered against her nape, never easing off of her, continually pushing my hips against her so that she got no reprieve.

“More than a little,” I taunted her again as my fingers touched her soaked inner thighs.

Her cheeks flushed with heat, but she couldn’t stop the way her pussy was throbbing. She could feel from deep inside of her the way her muscles were biting down on nothing. More liquid dripped out from her, clearly showing me how turned on a little hip thrusting had made her.

“You wouldn’t have come here, if you didn’t want this,” I said and kissed the back of her neck.

She shuddered, and she wished it was from fear, disgust, even anger. But she couldn’t deny the wetness slowly trailing down her thighs or the way she was grinding herself against the desk in tandem with my hips. But she had to save face. Save dignity. Saving something of herself.

“I came to tell you to leave me alone at work!” she managed to say but even to her, her words sounded hollow.

“You know I didn’t do anything you say. The only truth in that sentence is that you came. Your wet pussy brought you here Deepti,” I said. “Remember that when you retell this story.”

My hands grip her panty and yanked it down to her ankles. I pulled at her legs and she reluctantly stepped out from her soaked underwear. Her cheeks burnt with humiliation as she aided me in undressing her. But that was what I wanted. Her humiliation and her compliance. I wanted her to know her place. Out of office, I had every right on her young and sexy body.

“You’re so wet.”

My fingers probed her soaked folds. I slide them between her lips, grazing her hard clit and gently stroke the soft wet skin of her inner thighs.

She couldn’t help it—she rode my fingers. She could feel her hips rolling, hear the soft squelching noises she was making as I slid not one, not two, but three fingers deep into her. The stretch burnt, burnt enough for her to cry out, but not enough for her to stop the mad movement of her hips. Fuck. She was so hot and wet.

She was nearing that place of no return. Her inner muscles were sucking on my fingers like they were a fucking lollipop. Her asshole was clenching and opening slightly, no doubt winking at my hungry gaze, seeming to invite me in. japon porno The humiliation bathed her face in heat.

And then, I stopped. She cried out, losing all dignity. She had no high ground to stand on anymore.

“Look at you. You want it more that I want it Deepti and yet you were angry on me,” I slapped her ass hard.

“Don’t stop Viren, please. Finish what you started. She dug her teeth in her wrist.

“You want to finish?” I asked as though she could possibly say no. We were still on the compound and she was a high ranking officer. I wanted to her the power her pussy had on her. I still had three of my fingers rammed up her cunt. She knew I could feel the desperate squeeze of an aroused pussy. I felt and saw all her liquid arousal sliding down my hand like a pussy-scented waterfall.

“Do you?” I asked again when she didn’t respond.

“Y-Yes,” she croaked and felt a tear slide out.

“Then finish yourself,” I said and pulled my fingers free. I heared a sharp cry as my fingers left her pussy. Her pussy muscles tried to hold my fingers till the last millimetre of my fingers was inside her. I sat on my office’s leather chair and gestured at my still covered erect penis.

Her face grew even warmer and I smirked. I wanted her to hump me, rub her desperate wet pussy on my cock until she exploded. The whole act reeked of desperation and submission. Exactly what I wanted from that beautiful bitch. She might be my boss but I wanted her to show who was real boss between her and me.

She wanted to say no as that was not the time and place. But her pussy vehemently disagreed. And so, keeping her eyes fixed on the wall just above my head, she walked over to me. She held my belt and unbuckled me. I raised my hips as she pulled on my trousers making them to drop around my shoes. So she did with my boxers. Her eyes shone bright as she saw my precum oozing 8 inches.

She looked at me, held my cock in her soft hands and straddled me, her wet cunt fitting snugly around my erect penis. She closed her eyes as she did and took her lips between her teeth to bear the pain. She kept on going down and in a moment I was balls deep in her tight pussy. She released her breath and let out a long sigh as she relaxed in my lap. I took my hips in my hands and roughly pull her further down, so that she was squashed against me. She moaned at the sensation, the girth of my fat cock against all the right places.

“Squeeze your cunt, bitch. Fuck me,” I growled.

She moved her hips, ground herself against me. The friction was instant, and I felt myself growing harder and harder. Her juices managing to soak my balls and thighs and wetting my chair under me. I couldn’t look away as I watch her pussy lips open up, dribbling out liquid arousal.

My cock was spasming and I was loudly gasping for breath. I could feel heat gathering in my lower belly. She began to bounce up and down on my cock holding my shoulders for support. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as she did. I could see her young boobs bounce up and down in rhythm with her movement. They were confined in blouse but that was unable to confine the attraction they had. I grabbed them both in my palm and squeezed hard making her cry.

“Ohhh Viren, your hands feel great on my boobs. Rub them gently baby but don’t mess the uniform please,” even in sexual ecstasy she was aware of the situation.

I placed my lips on her neck as she began to rock her ass on my cock. I was sucking the skin of her neck and roaming my tongue around. She held my head tight in her hands and pulled me towards her. I held her ass in my hands and began to squeeze them with my fingers and nails.

I hurt her digging my nails hard in her skin and she squealed. She pressed her ass herd on my cock. She wouldn’t be able to stop even if I told her to stop. She spread her wetness up my stomach and down her thighs, making a mess of us both. Her pussy gasped and gagged, gushing, drooling, flooding the crotch of mine. She came like a volcano. She pulled my hair as she came and dug her teeth in my scalp. She was showing animalistic rage. It was a big turn on for me.

“Look at the mess you made, Deepti,” I said and she was too embarrassed to look down. I could feel the warm wetness around my cock and balls, even on my thighs. Her juice flew like hot lava on my legs.

“Say lezbiyen porno you’re sorry,” I said and took her chin in my hand. “Say you’re sorry for being such a messy slut. Say that you’re sorry you can’t control your messy, dripping cunt. And then I will fuck you properly.”

She didn’t want to say the words, but my hard hand on her chin and bruising grip made her repeat my words through clenched lips.

“I am sorry Viren for being out of the line. And yes I couldn’t control my pussy as you were around. I am a bad girl. Punish me daddy,” she was playing.

“Yes you were being a very bad girl. I will punish you. Say you’ll make it up to me. Actually, ask me how you can make it up to me.”

“What can I do for you to make it right, baby?” she held my face and kissed my lips.

“Work. Tomorrow. No panties,” I said.

Her jaw tightens and she wanted to refuse, but she knew I couldn’t really. Mainly because I was her boss now. I knew she had this fire between her young thighs that needed my cock to satisfy itself.

“Fine,” she muttered.

“And no saree but shirt and trousers. I want to feel those soft boobs of yours,” I kissed her back. I smirked at her and rolled my hips. The movement made her moan as my erection ground the end of her still throbbing pussy.

“Now get up so that I can make you cum again without messing your uniform,” she raised herself up from my cock and a sharp cry left her lips as she did. Her pussy was still on fire. I made her bend on my table and lifted her saree until it was bundled upon her back.

I pushed her head on the desk and pushed my entire cock in her inviting pussy. She banged her fists on the table out of pleasure as I began to fuck her from behind. It was pure lust. I wasn’t enjoying her body but was just fucking her tight pussy. I pounded her pussy with violent thrusts and she cried out of pleasure and pain. There was no one to hear us. I was grunting and slapping her ass with my balls and hands. Her ass became red from my beating. She grabbed the other edge of the table and began to shudder again. Her head hit the table hard and she cried.

I scooped some of her juices with my finger and pushed it in her mouth. She closed her lips around it and tasted her own pussy. This pushed me to the edge and I pushed my cock in her deepest. She cried as I hit her cervix. I began to unload my cum into her eager and fertile womb. Squirt after squirt of hot semen began to soothe her sore pussy walls and she squealed of pleasure. I grunted as I came hard. I grabbed her tiny waist as I kept cumming. My semen began to overflow from her pussy as I unloaded buckets in her.

I began to control my breathing as I finished cumming and so did she. She was still spread on the table. Her boobs smashed under her. Her blouse still intact but her saree on her back. Her hair were messy and were spread on the table and her legs were dripping wet from the mixture of our juices.

My cock was still buried in her dripping pussy. As pulled my cock from her reluctant pussy and she squirmed under me. More of our cum rushed out of her pussy as my cock left it and began to flow on her smooth long legs. I leaned on her and kissed her back between her blouse and saree. I trailed my tongue over her back as I leaned over her and put my weight over her back. She exhaled sharply.

The phone on my desk ranged and I put it on loudspeaker.

“Have you seen Flight Lieutenant Deepti Mishra, sir?? I am trying her number but she isn’t picking up,” the reception guy said.

“Yes, she is ‘coming’ as you speak and will talk to you in a moment,” I said kissing her cheek. She stared at me playfully as I eased my weight from her.

“Yeah, go ahead. It’s Flight Lieutenant Deepti Mishra,” she said lowering her saree and adjusting her hair. She bent down to pick up her panty but I moved it aside with my boot.

“The boss wants to speak to you ma’am. Have a good day,” the guy on the phone.

“All right,” Deepti said and disconnected the call.

“Your punishment starts from today, Deepti,” I winked to her as I picked her panty up and kept it in my pocket. She came to me and hugged me tight as I leaned back on my desk.

“I am glad I met you Viren, you are a good man,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you came to my office today, Deepti,” I whispered against her neck and grazed her skin with my teeth.

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Chapter 3: Sophia

This is chapter 3 in the continuing saga of newly divorced Lee Stephenson as he travels around, looking for a better life. So far, he has found two exciting women to show him what might be in his future.

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Glynnis and I had another lovely dinner at her parent’s restaurant, Florio’s. This time, she recommended the special, Chicken Marsala, and the choice was, as it had been the night before, perfection. We shared a half litre of Pinot Grigio and continued our conversations from the previous day. I probed gently on who the mystery man might be, but she remained tight-lipped. She talked a bit about her older brother, Tony, telling me about his success in computer software development in the “big city”; Vancouver. They were very close and I got the impression that Tony was her guardian when she was younger and that she missed him a great deal since he had moved away.

I had formed the opinion that Glynnis was a very bright and talented young lady with a lot to offer someone who could handle the special needs she would bring with her. She was clearly a very sexual woman and would need a man who could complement her desires. But she also had a serious, business side and she would also need a man who could match her ambition; her desire to succeed. It was going to take a special guy to be “Mr. Right” and I was wondering if such a man was living in Cranbrook and was still single.

Shortly after nine, we walked over to the Crowsnest Club and entered. It was just getting going and the noise level wasn’t yet at the eardrum bursting stage. The music was largely contemporary pop and at least I could recognize most of it. A disc jockey was playing the music without comment but at this early stage, no one was up dancing and the crowd was pretty thin. I walked to the bar and order each of us a drink and returned to our little table.

We sat and talked for a few minutes as we sipped our drinks and then, I decided that I needed something to occupy our time and I asked Glynnis to dance. We shuffled our way through a few fast numbers and I managed not to embarrass myself too badly. Almost as soon as we took the floor, several other couples joined us and I was grateful we weren’t alone. After the fast numbers came some slow tunes and I was happy to pull Glynnis to me and hold her closely as we danced together. We might have been a bit of a misfit with our height difference, but I really didn’t care. She looked beautiful this evening in a more demure outfit of pale blue blouse, navy blue skirt and more sensible low heels in patent black for dancing. Unlike last night, she was wearing both stockings and a bra and when I stopped to think about it, she was very conservatively dressed.

By ten I noticed the crowd had grown substantially as had the noise. We were sitting at our table not trying to talk over the music when I noticed a table with three guys on the other side of the room. Actually, I noticed one of the three guys and he caught my attention because he only seemed to have eyes for Glynnis. He was nursing a beer and looked more like a college student than one of the locals and I was curious who he might be.

When Glynnis got up to go to the washroom, he watched every step she made until she disappeared down the hallway and his eyes never left that entrance until she reappeared five minutes later. Now I was really interested. There was only one way to find out who he was.

“Glynnis, do you see that table with the tree guys drinking beer right across from us?” I asked when there was a break in the music.

“Yah … why do you ask?”

“You see the dark haired guy in the glasses with the tan shirt … do you know him?” I asked casually.

She looked at him carefully and then back at me with a strange expression. “Sure … that’s Peter Barnsley … why do you ask?” she said with a curious look.

“He’s been watching you. In fact, he only has eyes for you, I think.” I said provocatively.

“Are you sure?” she asked carefully.

“Yup … damn sure.” I said without hesitation.

“Really! Are you absolutely sure?” she challenged me.

“Look … what’s the big deal. You’re a beautiful woman and he’s interested in you. At least he doesn’t look like Elmer Fudd.” I cracked.

She looked at me with a strange frown and I thought I could hear the gears turning in her head. She was obviously startled by what I had told her.

“I didn’t think he even knew I was alive.” she said vaguely as she carefully avoided looking across the room.

“So tell me about him.” I requested with a hint of insistence.

“He’s a friend of my brother, Tony. He lived in Kimberley but he went to school here. He used to get a ride into school with his Dad and then back home with him when his dad finished work. He’d go down to his office and do his homework until his Dad closed up. He was Tony’s best friend because they were both ‘brainiacs’. He’s changed a lot. He’s been in Med School since forever.” she finished almost absently.

“So why is it such a surprise he’s interested in you?” I asked.

“I was just Tony’s kid sister. I don’t think he even noticed me.” she said pornhub absently, now looking over to the table of interest.

“Well, I can assure you that’s changed. He’s definitely noticed you tonight.” I said in certainty.

Glynnis turned back toward me and I could clearly see the flushed look on her face and the wide eyed surprise that accompanied it. I had to smile. Was this the mysterious guy she coveted as her ‘last chance’. I didn’t think so. This seemed to be a complete surprise to her and it had deeply shocked her when she discovered it.

“Don’t you think you should go over there and say hi?” I teased.

“Oh god, I couldn’t. I mean … it’s been years.” She left the thought unfinished.

“Look, Glynnis … you know I’m going to be gone in a day or so and you’re still going to be here. You have to look past the here and now and think about tomorrow. Maybe there’s nothing about Pete Barnsley that will connect with you, but you won’t know that unless you try.” I was pretty sure that there was something going on with Glynnis that involved Peter and I suspected it went back to her school days and her possible infatuation with this guy. I’d seen it before; the little sister grows up and goes from pest to playmate before you even realize it.

She looked at me again with that questioning gaze. She was unsure of herself and possibly a bit frightened. It didn’t seem in character for the woman that had virtually attacked me the night before, but there was no denying her uncertainty.

“Go!” I almost shouted as the music pounded in the background.

She got up very tentatively, watching my face and then slowly turned and weaved through the handful of dancers to the other side of the door. I would have given anything to hear the conversation, but I watched the body language carefully. Peter looked up with a very big smile on his face as she approached and then stood. When was the last time a guy of his age stood when a woman approached his table? He reached out for her and then hugged her closely to himself. I could almost see the breath and tension drain from Glynnis with that simple gesture and a moment later they were talking a mile a minute to each other; oblivious to the other two guys at the table.

I had to smile. My matchmaking skills had been hidden all these years and then; voila! I leaned back in my chair and let that satisfied feeling wash over me. What the hell; it might have happened anyway, but I was glad I pushed the process. There was only one problem; I had probably just pushed my bed partner off on another guy. At least I didn’t feel badly about it. In fact, I felt quite good.

I picked up Glynnis’s half full glass of wine and walked carefully across the room to the two reunited friends and placed it on the table in front of them. I don’t think they even noticed. I smiled. The two ‘spare guys’ had moved elsewhere and these two were in a world of their own. I walked over to the bar and ordered another beer.

As I surveyed the room, my eyes fell on a tall, slim, very elegant looking woman of indeterminate age. She was almost as tall as me, I thought. Her long, shining, perfectly straight dark hair fell to the center of her shoulder blades, covering an equally elegant looking burgundy blouse. I couldn’t see her face except in extreme profile, but I doubted that it would be a disappointment. She had a European look about her, although I don’t know exactly why I thought so. She seemed very out of place in this small town dance hall and I decided to study her before I made any move toward her.

I was watching her and oblivious to what was going on elsewhere when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped at the surprise and turned quickly to find Glynnis looking at me with a flushed face and a giant smile.

“Thanks.” was the first thing out of her mouth.

“You’re welcome.” I replied out of instinct. I quickly gathered my insistence at her approaching Peter Barnsley was being acknowledged. “Looks like you two are getting along well.” I finally offered.

“Yah … really well.” she said.

“I’m glad. I hope it works out for you, Glynnis. I know that’s what you want.” I said sincerely.

“Yah.” She had become a woman of few words in the space of ten minutes.

I had to laugh. She was hooked and hooked solidly. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Good luck.”

She turned and kissed my cheek. “I think he’s the one.” she whispered.

I looked over at soon to be Doctor Peter Barnsley and smiled. I gave him a ‘thumbs up’ behind Glynnis’s back and I saw him visibly relax. It was never a contest.

“Before you go back to your new love, ” I laughed. “who’s the lady in the burgundy blouse over by the bar?”

She turned and looked over and then turned back. “Oh, you mean Sophia Sekich, the Ice Queen. Now that’s a challenge.” she laughed. “Sorry, Lee, I gotta go.” She was looking anxiously at Pete.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Have a great time.” I said.

“Thanks again, Lee. You’ve really been great. I won’t forget you. You’re probably the second last guy I’ll ever make love to.” she said with a flounce and a grin.

I porno 92 watched her head back and rejoin Pete’s table and if she wasn’t sitting in his lap, she was damn close. I had a feeling Pete was going to get lucky tonight.

In the meantime, the mysterious Sophia hadn’t moved a muscle and continued to sit by herself, watching the dance floor. I guess I had a good dose of self confidence because I couldn’t think of a single reason why she wouldn’t want to talk to me. I had gotten used to rejection in my teenage years and I figured; what the hell; I could take as well as I could give. What did I have to lose? I got up and wandered over to her table; approaching her from the side so that I wouldn’t startle her.

“Good evening, Sophia.” I began. The music was between songs and I didn’t have to shout to be heard.

She turned slowly and looked at me like I was some kind of creature from the swamp. “How do you know my name?” she asked in a thick, Slavic sounding accent.

“I asked Glynnis Florio and she told me.”

She looked over to where Glynnis was sitting and then back at me. Her expression had changed from mild contempt to mild interest.

“I do not recognize you. Are you new?” she asked, almost politely.

“Sort of. I’m just visiting while my car is being repaired.” I was being careful with what I revealed. I was also interested; very interested. As I looked into her eyes, I was conscious of a woman who was as carefully prepared as a runway model. Her makeup, clothes, bearing; even her attitude seemed to project New York, not Cranbrook. I was on high alert and fascinated. She had an almost Cher-like face; long, thin and perfect. Her body almost lacked shape from what I was able to see. It was perfect for a model, but lacked the voluptuous curves that wannabe letches like me admired. No big tits, no big ass … Hmmmm.

“Sorry, it’s very rude of me to stare, but you are very beautiful.” I continued. “My name is Lee … Lee Stephenson.” I offered.

She almost smiled and her eyes were appraising me just as I had appraised her.

She wasn’t about to initiate conversation, so I plowed ahead on my own.

“You don’t look like you’re from around here. More like New York or Paris, I’d say.” I was a blatant attempt to flatter her and surprisingly, it seemed to work. She spoke!

“Montreal. I worked there until I came here to join my parents.” she offered in a monotone.

“Were you a model?” I asked with a smile.

“Yes … but I got too old.” she said simply.

“That doesn’t make sense. You don’t look … I mean … how old is too old?” I stumbled.

She laughed and for the first time, she looked like she might have a personality.

“Some days, twenty one is too old. Some days, maybe thirty. It’s a hard business. All work … no play.” she said, losing her smile.

“You said you came here to join your parents.”

“Yes … my father was ill. I came to help my mother run their store. He died and now I am here to look after my mother.” It was all stated in a matter-of-fact way as if it was exactly what she expected to happen.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father. You must find it difficult to adapt to this town after Montreal.” I suggested.

“Yes and no. I helped my parents when they had a small grocery store in Montreal before I got modeling job. It’s not new to me.” she said quietly.

“You haven’t been here long, have you?”

“No … just a few weeks. My father died just before I got here. I never got to say goodbye.” she said sadly. She looked up at me and I began to think that I had almost pierced that tough exterior. It was a protective shell. It stopped her from being hurt but it didn’t always work. The loss of her father obviously hurt far more that the loss of her career. I decided to change the subject.

“Your accent … where is your family from?” I asked.

“Sarajevo. We left when fighting started. After Olympics, we thought everything would be better but …not so. Old hatreds, old enemies, friends turn their backs over nothing. It was bad. Papa sold everything and we move to Canada. It was better. I go to French school and then Agency wants me to be model.” she continued.

“How old were you?” I asked, fascinated by her story.

“Fifteen. I was tall for girls in my class. I was lucky. They don’t treat me badly. I work hard. Soon, I was making lot of money. Papa look after it for me. I have my picture in catalogues and newspaper and magazines. Then, one day, I am too old. Poof! Not model any more.” She was using her hands to express her sudden career end.

“Do you miss it?”

“No … yes … sometimes.” she actually laughed. “I liked being famous. I liked people who see me and then smile like they know me.”

“Any boyfriends?” I asked.

“Some … not serious. Not any serious one yet.” she said, looking directly into my eyes.

“You are very beautiful. I’m surprised you haven’t got a flock of guys surrounding you.” I said sincerely.

“I’m spoiled girl; what you call ‘high maintenance’.” she admitted.

I laughed. “What does a high maintenance girl do for fun in qiqitv porno Cranbrook?”

“She wait for cool guy to come along and ask her to dance.” she said smiling at me.

I put a checkmark beside my personal score card and once again patted myself on the back. I was invincible.

“Well, I’m not sure how cool I am, but I’d love to dance with you.” I smiled.

She smiled back at me and when I offered my hand, she took it gently and I led her out onto the dance floor. As luck would have it (and brother did I have it), it was a slow, romantic tune and she slipped into my embrace and we began to move. She was as light as a feather and almost fragile. Her build was so slim and willowy and her scent was intoxicating. I don’t think I had ever been this close to someone so exotic. I felt like I was on display. I could feel the eyes of all the guys on me. I had melted the Ice Queen. I had status!

“You are very good dancer.” she said softly in my ear. We were pressed up against each other and I was being very careful to hold her lightly and feel her moves as we slipped across the floor, lost in the music.

“I’m inspired by my partner.” I whispered back to her.

I know! I know! It’s corny as hell, but it happened to be the truth. This woman was so completely different and seemingly unreachable and yet here I was dancing with her and drawing looks from every guy in the house and quite a few of the girls, too. When you’re hot, you’re hot!

The D.J. took a break for a few minutes and I offered Sophia a drink and she accepted. I got her a glass of white wine and switched to a red for myself. Somehow, beer didn’t seem to be the right thing when you were with a woman like this. She excused herself and headed for the Ladies Room and I sat at my table enjoying the moment. I wasn’t alone for long. Glynnis almost ran over to me, sliding to a stop at my table.

“What the hell did you put in her drink?” she questioned, wide eyed.

“Nothing, love. Just my natural charm I guess.” I was bragging of course, but enjoying my conquest.

“You just got into the Cranbrook Studs Hall of Fame.” she declared. “I guess I should have know if anyone could melt her, you could.” she said in admiration.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I suspect her reputation isn’t earned. She just takes a little special handling.” I suggested.

“Well, whatever. You sure made everyone here sit up and take notice. It looks good on her too.”

“Thanks. How are things going with Peter?” I asked.

“Super! I’ve had a crush on him for years, but I didn’t think he would even remember me. I was Tony’s little pest sister when he was around. I guess he remembered better than I thought.” she grinned, almost giggling.

“I take it then that he isn’t ‘Mr. Last Chance’?”

“No, but I don’t think ‘Mr. Last Chance’ is going to get the chance.” she laughed.

“I’m happy for you Glynnis. I hope it all works out for you. I’ll be calling you someday to find out.” I promised.

“Thanks. Oh, here comes Sophia. Good luck.” she said as she turned to leave. She didn’t make it. Sophia cut her off and reached out for her arm. She leaned in and said a few words into her ear. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen until I saw a big smile on Glynnis’s face and I decided to relax. Sophia smiled at Glynnis as the two of them looked over at me and a moment later the lithe beauty headed back to our table. I stood up and held out my hand. She took it as I held her chair for her. It seems my manners were improving as I began to read Sophia better. High maintenance meant she had high expectations of her escorts and I wanted to show her I understood that.

As she sat down, I was aware that somehow we were closer to each other. I could pick up the delightful scent of her perfume and I had a hard time not staring at her. She was almost impossible to ignore. She commanded my attention and I was happy to provide it. I think she expected that. She wasn’t disconcerted by my unconcealed admiration and in an emboldened moment, I reached for her hand. She allowed me to take it and I held it below the table on my leg. Sophia looked down at her hand and then up at me and smiled; squeezing my hand lightly.

“Dance?” I asked as a slower tune came on.

She nodded and smiled her acceptance and I held her chair as she rose. She was a woman of few words, but nonetheless, I was having no trouble understanding her. I began to plot the rest of my evening with this unique lady. I wondered if we would consummate this lovely affair, but to be truthful, it didn’t matter as much as I thought it would. I had already achieved a measure of fame and anything more would be icing on the cake. Mind you, I do like icing.

We danced and I talked and she smiled and said a few words and I reminded myself how much I was enjoying this. My High School skills had been at work and I determined that she was wearing a bra and of course, the lovely burgundy blouse buttoned up the front. Her skirt was black leather, falling well below her knees, the texture and colour matching her shoes. Simple observation told me that it had a side zipper. I was fascinated with what her body would look like naked and I tried to imagine, but I was having trouble. Not enough experience, I guess. I was also wondering what she would be like as a lover. Would she be active or passive, loud or quiet, orgasmic or … what?

“I want to watch you…” he whispered in her ear, as they lay, naked in the soft light. They were nestled in a spooning position on their left side, but slightly turned onto their backs, with her legs spread open. His hand was gently caressing around her crotch and thighs. She moaned softly.

“Touch yourself for me…” he continued. Her whimpering moan told him that she was nervous but aroused by the thought. He knew that she was uncomfortable about masturbation, even alone, much less with an audience. Slowly she moved her hand down to her crotch and began to gently follow his. Occasionally taking his hand in hers and moving it.

He could feel her lips swelling with the thoughts and feelings and stimulation. His soft voice expressed his feelings as he moved his hands over her “I love your body…your hips…your thighs …your pussy …” He wasn’t sure if the sharp intake of breath was her reaction to his touch or his crude words, but he knew that although she was shy and insecure about the more “nasty” side of sex, it aroused her. In fact, its arousal was so intense that she was often scared of it.

Her altyazı porno hand had retreated to her stomach, so he gently placed his hand on top and encouraged her back to her crotch “touch yourself, make yourself feel good, it’s what I want…”

“Oh, but I should touch you” she said with a shaky voice, betraying her state of arousal at the thoughts she had and the words he had spoken.

“Tonight is my night,” he said gently “I want you to touch yourself for me, I want to watch you, to see your body aroused and to see how you touch yourself.” The words were encouraging rather than commanding.

“Are you sure?” she asked softly, clearly beginning to get into the idea, both her hands were now gently caressing her body, as she relaxed into his arms.

“Yes, I want to watch you touch yourself until…” he broke off. He didn’t want her to feel pressured, but he wanted her to orgasm.

He breath was now coming faster, and in soft gasps. The fingers of her right hand were running softly but quickly over the nipples of her breasts – first one, then the other, and back amatör porno again. She started gently tugging on her right nipple. Her left hand was between her thighs, first touching her inner thighs and then the outside of her lips. Soon she was sliding her middle finger up and down her open slit. She reached up and slid the finger into his mouth as she moaned something and then slid it back to her slit, the saliva from his mouth acting as an intimate lubricant.

Lying against him, he could feel her arousal grow. She began to moan. He shifted his weight and propped a pillow behind his head so that he could see the full length of her body as her arousal built. Sensing, though her eyes were closed, that he was now watching her whole body, she began to get nervous and stiffen. He quickly whispered, “you are so sexy and beautiful, I love to watch you and your body, nothing is sexier to me.” He could feel her relax and the pace of her ministrations quickened.

Slowly her orgasm built and she began to be lost into her own body. Both hands rubbing and caressing her now fully aroused animasyon porno and wet pussy. One finger slowly massaging the entrance while another slid up and down and around her clit. She began to moan. Her sounds and the sights of her body were intensely exciting to him also. His penis was so erect it almost hurt and pre-cum dribbled from its purple tip. Then, her body began to shake, her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, punctuated by quick high moans. Her thrusting pelvis, and the slip-slop sound of her finger sliding in and out of her pussy, sent him over the edge too. He grabbed his cock and aimed it so that the hot cum would land on her stomach and breasts. As the first load of cum hit her, and she realized what it was, her orgasm intensified. Her pelvis bucked, her sharp breath gave way to a ragged, wanton gasping. Her sharp high moans were replaced by low sounds of an animal in heat. She had completely let go. His cum landed on her right breast and side. He gently massaged it in as her orgasm subsided.

She turned slightly and kissed him softly, even her mouth betrayed the state of arousal she was in. He slipped down and cuddled her into his arms. She snuggled back against his softening dick and she sighed, “that was nice, but I wish you were inside me…”

“The night is young,” he said quickly, “we are not through yet.”

“Hmmmm” she smiled, “that’s good.”

Kelly smiled as she leaned back on her bed and threw her legs up over her head and spread them wide. It was an incredible sight to behold; my cute little sister, naked, except for her light blue panties stretched tightly across her pussy, so lewdly displayed in front of me. Her panties were so wet, they did very little to hide her mound, and they clung to her labia in such a manner that I could completely make out the shape of her lips as they pushed against the material. It was, without a doubt, the hottest and most vivid view of a girl in her panties I’d ever seen. My cock throbbed as I looked down at the juncture of her thighs, and all I wanted was to stop time so I could look at her like that.

Her breasts, although not huge, weren’t small either and they juggled on her chest while her nipples stood at attention. I’ve never been a ‘Breast Man’ so to speak, but, I do appreciate a nicely formed set of tits. Kelly’s were almost perfect, though. I don’t know if it was just the fact that my own sister was voluntarily baring her breasts to me, or that I suddenly became a ‘Breast Man’, but, whatever it was, they looked good enough to eat, and for a few seconds, I thought seriously about sucking one of her elongated nipples into my mouth and tonguing it until she screamed and begged me for mercy.

She stayed in that position, letting me look at her near naked body for several minutes. It was almost as if I was having my own slow motion fantasy with her posed there as she was — legs wide open and intentionally displaying herself to me. I’d always dreamed of having her like this and now, my dream was being fulfilled.

I looked up at her face and she was grinning at me. Then, as if she’d just had a brainstorm, her eyebrows peaked up three or four times. “Kyle,” she said seductively, “I wasn’t kidding when I told you I wanted to see you stroke that thing in your hand, but, I was just wondering if you’d rather I took my panties off so you can look at me completely naked while you make yourself cum, or, if you’d like me to leave my panties on so you can sniff them while I’m wearing them?”

Shit, Kelly wasn’t kidding about wanting to be a nasty little sister, was she! Believe me, I wasn’t the least bit squeamish about beating my meat in front of her, and here she was asking me if I wanted to masturbate with her baring all her feminine charms to me naked, or if I wanted her to keep her panties on while I did it.

“If you leave your panties on, can I touch you?” I asked.

“Well, duh!” Kelly replied. “If you’re eventually going to make love to me, you might as well go ahead and touch me as much as you want.” She said smiling.

“And,” I continued, “would you be okay with it if I…. you know….. rubbed my nose down there and sniffed and licked you a little, too?”

“Oh, I’d definitely be okay with that, big brother.” Kelly answered, giggling. “But, what ever you do,” Kelly continued, “you’re still going to play with your self while you do it – and I mean all the way, Kyle. I want to see your sperm shoot out. You have to face me so I can see you clearly when you’re ready to cum. Got it?”

“Fuck!” My mind cried. It’s like she pulled this from one of my own sacred fantasies. She was going to let me touch her — I mean actually touch her pussy and her panties, sniff and lick her, and all I had to do is let her watch me jerk myself off? Not only yes, but hell yes!

“Fine with me, little sister!” I exclaimed. “Leave your panties on, then.”

“Okay,” Kelly replied, “you tell me how you want me and you’re free to touch, lick, suck, rub….. whatever your little heart desires. But,” she added, “I don’t forget I get to watch you, too. This is Quid Pro Quo, remember? It can’t be all about you. I want a good view of what you’re doing to yourself.”

“I know, I know.” I said. I asked Kelly to move to the center of her bed and then pull her legs back up — way up, so her panty covered pussy was pointing straight up at the ceiling. I stripped my jockeys all the way off and climbed up on the bed on my knees right next to her. In that position, my cock hung over her belly button and my left hand could easily reach down to her panties while my right hand stroked my pole. God, this was going to be unreal. I was going to be able to feel between her legs while jacking myself off.

Kelly’s eyes were locked on my cock as I started to stroke it again. Wanting to give her a good show, I twisted my midsection toward her head and leaned across her body. In that position, my cock was right above her face, only inches from her mouth — and I smiled down at her as I continued to stroke it. Kelly’s eyes got wide when she saw how close she was to my cock, but you should have seen the look on her face when I stopped stroking for a minute and bent my hardened member down so it was pointing right at her mouth. My cock head was so close to her, if she’d have stuck her tongue out, I could have wiped my cock it.

I couldn’t have planned what happened next any better if I’d done it intentionally. And, I was just as bursa otele gelen escort surprised as she was when a drop of precum fell from my cock head and hit her on the side of her cheek! Her head jerked to the side when she felt it, causing the shiny fluid to run down her cheek, leaving a clear and slimy trail on the soft skin of her face. I laughed when she flinched, then I got a truly dubious idea.

Grasping my cock closer to the base, I waited until she moved her head back to where it was and I looked down at her. “It’s just precum.” I said. “It won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” She said, sarcastically. “I just wasn’t expecting my big brother’s penis to drool all over me.”

Thinking quickly, I replied, “Juice for juice, Kelly. Quid Pro Quo, remember?”

I don’t know what made me do it, but I lowered myself and guided my cock toward her lips. The look on her face as my cock traveled the few inches toward her mouth was priceless — it was a mixture of fright, surprise and longing. As I inched my pole closer and closer to her lips, my sister opened her mouth — just like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and I knew she was prepared to take the head of my cock into her mouth when I got close enough.

Instead, though, I stopped about an inch from her and started squeezing my cock, milking several drops of my precum out of the end of my cock. Each drop fell squarely into her waiting mouth as she held it open. Then to finish off my nasty display, I wiped my dribbling cock across her lips and raised myself back up and smiled down at her.

Kelly was completely blown away, laying there with her mouth still open and her eyes staring at my throbbing and pulsing cock. “Go ahead,” I urged her, “taste it.”

As if she was in some kind of trance, my sister closed her mouth and swirled her tongue around in her mouth as she tasted my precum. She never took her eyes off my cock, though, and as I settled back on my haunches to resume jacking myself, I casually asked, “When I’m ready to cum, where do you want me to shoot it? On the floor?” I asked.

It took Kelly a few seconds to snap herself out of her precum eating trance, and when she did, she asked, “Is it gonna be a lot, or a little?”

“I can almost guarantee it going to be a pretty healthy stream.” I answered. “Considering how worked up I am and the fact that I’m going to bury my nose in your panties and suck as much of your pussy juice through those panties as I can, you better be ready for a flood of cum.”

“Definitely not on the floor, Kyle.” She replied. “I want to see it happen….. I want to see your cock squirt right in front of me…… you know — I want to see the sperm come out. How about on my chest….. like on my boobs maybe.”

“No problem.” I said. Then having a better idea, I asked, “When I get close, do you want to take over and make me cum? Finish jacking me, I mean? Then you can control where it goes.”

“Oh, yes!” Kelly moaned. “Really? Do you mean that?”

“Absolutely,” I answered, “I’d love you to make me cum. Have you ever done that? Ever jacked a guy off?”

“Well,” she explained, “I tried to once. There was this guy at college and we were kissing and everything. And he pulled it out…… you know, his thing, and put my hand on it. I tried to rub him up and down like I heard my friends talking about, but he said I wasn’t doing it right and shoved my hand away.”

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“Then we got into a big fight because I wouldn’t give him a handjob and wouldn’t let him touch me. It was horrible.” Kelly sighed.

“Well,” I said softly, “I can see you’re going to need some lessons on how to please a man, starting with how to give a good handjob.”

Kelly’s eyes lit up and I could see the wheels turning inside her head. “How about this,” I offered, “I’ll teach you all the things you need to know about cocks. How to touch one…. how to stroke one, and even how to tease one.”

Kelly smiled back at me, and it was one of her sincere “Thank You” kind of smiles – like the smile she gives when she gets a thoughtful birthday or Christmas present. When I added that I’d even teach her how to suck a cock, she looked up into my eyes and said, “That’s one of my fantasies, Kyle. I know this is going to sound stupid, but, I’d like to start off with you soft and make you hard, completely by myself, and give you a blowjob all the way until I make you cum — no matter how long it takes.”

“Kelly,” I answered, “and it’s one of my fantasies to go down on you and make you moan with pleasure until you cum so hard you beg me to stop. Quid Pro Quo, little sister. If you let me do that to you, I’ll let you practice your blowjobs on me as long as you like.”

With that, I inched my left hand out and softly placed it on her stomach. Kelly looked down at my hand, and as if to show me she approved, she hitched her knees back as far as she could and opened her thighs wide. Gently, she placed her hand over mine and then pushed it down toward her pussy escort bayan until I felt the elastic waistband of her panties against the palm of my hand.

She stopped, and held my hand there as she looked up into my eyes. “I used to fantasize about you touching me almost exactly like this.” Kelly said, as her face blushed a soft shade of red.

“Tell me about it while I stroke myself.” I urged, as I began a slow, deliberate stroke of my hardened cock.

“I used to lie in bed at night and slowly run my hands up and down my body, pretending they were your hands.” She began. “I’d close my eyes and go very slow, never touching my boobs or below my waist. I used to dream that you would start by kissing me all over, leaving tiny, light kisses from my forehead to my feet, telling me how beautiful I was and how much you loved me and wanted me.”

The soft blush that started on Kelly’s face spread to her chest and deepened to a dark red. Her eyes were closed as she spoke, and her grip on my hand tightened as she continued to tell me her fantasy.

“You would cradle my head and kiss my neck and behind my ears,” she said softly, “and eventually, your hand would find my breast and you’d caress my nipple lightly. Then your hand would move down my body, very slowly, to my tummy. I’d take your hand, just like I’ve done now, and guide it down between my legs and you’d lightly touch me — as if you were learning my pussy by touching it.”

Kelly kept her eyes closed and she began to move my hand down across the front of her panties. I dared not stop her — I could see she was getting into this, and to tell you the truth, so was I. She was leading me through one of her fantasies, describing to me not only what was going on physically with her, but, emotionally, too. It was quite moving and it was really turning me on in a big way.

As she moved my hand over her mound, I could feel the way her lips parted under her soft panties, but I didn’t make any intentional moves to interrupt what she was doing.

“I’d hold your hand still,” she continued speaking, as she lightly pressed my hand into the gusset of her panties, “with your fingers right at the entrance of my vagina, and wait for you to run your fingers up and down my lips. But in my fantasy, you never did. I waited for you to slip your fingers up into me, but you wouldn’t. So, I had to do it for you — taking your fingers in my hand and showing you what I wanted you to do and how I wanted you to touch me.”

Kelly held my hand directly against her pussy. If her panties hadn’t been on, my finger tips would be nestled right up against my little sister’s pussy hole. I could feel how wet and warm she was, but I dared not move my hand even a fraction of an inch. Kelly’s panties were soaking wet, and I mean that literally — they were sopping wet with her natural lubrication, and I could feel it, but I was helpless to do anything other than let her lead my hand to where she wanted it to go.

“After a while,” Kelly resumed speaking, “I’d get so turned on I’d start to masturbate. With every touch, I wished it was your hand and your fingers touching me, and for sometimes an hour or more, I’d masturbate myself slowly, torturing myself with little flicks of my fingers on my clit and around my pussy until I couldn’t stand it anymore and then I’d shove two or three fingers inside my pussy and rub myself until I’d cum.”

Kelly’s voice had become softer and softer as she told me her fantasy, and her breathing became more and more ragged until she was almost panting. Somewhere in her story, I’d became so mesmerized that I stopped stroking my cock and I didn’t even realize it until I glanced up at Kelly’s face to see her looking at me. The best way I can explain the expression on her face was to say she looked ‘incomplete’ and she was searching my face for a sign to say I understood her fantasy. And without thinking, I leaned down and kissed her lightly on her lips and then trailed a line of kisses across her cheek and nuzzled myself into the crook of her neck and kissed her there, just like in her fantasy.

When my kisses moved up to her ears, I felt her hand apply pressure to my own, pressing my fingers into the folds of her pantied pussy. I let her control my hand as I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear lobe. I was almost out of control, but I didn’t care. At that exact moment, all I wanted to do was kiss her and make her feel loved. I forgot all about my cock and I devoted every ounce of mental energy to making her feel good, just like in her fantasy.

Kelly guided my fingers up her slit and I felt around for her clit through her panties. There, she pressed my fingers down and rubbed. I felt her other hand on the back of my head, cradling my head as I repeatedly kissed her.

“Oh, Kyle…..” Kelly moaned. “I’m gonna cum soon….. you’re gonna make you’re sister cum soon. I can feel your fingers… they’re right there — right on my clit and I can feel your hot breath on my neck… oh, God, it feels so good…….. so good…..”

“Uuuuugggggghhhhhh,” mudanya escort Kelly groaned, “I’m gonna cum now. You’re making me cum now…..”

Kelly’s body went rigid and I felt her buck under me, thrusting her pussy up into my hand. She started to pant, breathing wildly and thrashing her head back and forth as she groaned.

I tried to remain silent and continued to kiss her neck as her orgasm flooded over her. It was one of the most touching things I ever witnessed in my life. It seemed like her whole body climaxed, not just her pussy, and when she started to settle down, she was gasping for air as if she’d held her breath once her orgasm started. It was an amazing thing to watch, and I was so engrossed with going through it with her, I didn’t even feel the way her panties flooded with her juices.

When Kelly opened her eyes and looked at me, I thought she was going to cry. Her hands flew up to cover her face and she turned her head away from me. “I’m so embarrassed.” She said almost so softly I couldn’t hear her.

“Why?” I asked. “It was beautiful and you were beautiful. I was totally captivated, Kelly. All I could think of was how much I wanted to kiss you and hold you.”

Kelly took her hands away from her face and looked at me. Then without another word, she reached out to me and hugged me to her. I completely lost track of the fact that she was my sister and it wasn’t long before Kelly and I were kissing deeply — like lovers. These were long, sloppy kisses and as our tongues danced together, I hear her whisper, “Kyle, I’ve always wanted to kiss you like that.”

I collapsed on top of her and we spent the next few minutes cuddling. Then, we laid together, side by side — neither one of us saying a word until Kelly finally said, “Damn! It happened again.”

I honestly had no idea what she was talking about. “Huh?” I asked.

“I gush sometimes, Kyle” she said, obviously embarrassed, “it’s all over me and probably all over the bed, too. We’re gonna have to change the sheets and wash them before mom and dad get home.”

“Really?” I asked. I’d heard of women that squirt — female ejaculation I think. I’d never known a girl who did that, but, just the idea of it tweaked my cock, that’s for sure. For a quick second, I imagined myself licking her pussy when she went off like that. I could visualize having my nose between her legs, sniffing her panties and then have her gush all over me.

“I’ve got to see.” I said. Sitting up and moving between her legs, I looked at the shiny wetness covering her thighs and crotch. The sheets under her were saturated, too. This was all too good to be true — my own sister was turning out to be my perfect fantasy woman.

Kelly, looked at me with wide open eyes waiting to see my reaction. I thought for a quick second to make sure I said the right thing. “Kelly,” I started out, “all kidding aside now and I’m being very serious…… the whole idea of you gushing like that, is a major turn on for me. So, like you said, little sister, Quid Pro Quo. You say you want to get a close up view of my cock when it cums, well, I’d like to watch you gush like that.”

Kelly’s expression changed immediately. “I though you’d be repulsed,” she replied, “it just happens sometimes, especially when I’m super turned on and have a strong orgasm.”

“Does that mean you were super turned on – telling me about your fantasy of how I’d touch you?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered, as she blushed again, “combined with the fact that I was telling you and actually showing you. It was a little embarrassing to say that stuff, but, it felt so good to finally feel your touch.”

“Hey!” I said suddenly, acting like I was mad. “I don’t know where we got track, but, I think we need to get back to what we were doing. I was going to jack-off while I looked at you and touched you. You were gonna make me cum, remember? What the hell happened to that plan?”

Kelly smiled and laughed. “I guess I got carried away with my story, huh?”

“You’re not getting out of it that easy.” I replied. “Pull your knees up and spread ’em.” I said, trying to sound as firm as I could with the big grin on my face.

Kelly giggled again and assumed the position she was in before we got side tracked. As soon as she pulled her knees up, I moved into position next to her with my hard cock hovering above her belly and reached down to her pussy. Carefully, at first, I laid my hand between her legs, directly on the gusset of her panties. Then, slowly, I began to feel her up, pressing my fingers in between the fold of her lips and then down toward her bottom hole.

“Ooohhh.” She gasped as my finger grazed between her butt cheeks. “I didn’t say you could touch there.” She said, looking up at me.

Not stopping what I was doing, I simply replied, “I didn’t ask.”

“That’s nasty, big brother. That’s really, really nasty.” Kelly said. “I guess I don’t mind, but, just remember what we said about Quid Pro Quo.”

I knew exactly what Kelly was getting at, and I suppose it meant I could expect Kelly would want to touch me back there, too. But, I didn’t care, my lovely sister was splayed out in front of me and I had her permission to touch and look, so that’s what I was going to do. If she wanted to finger my ass, I’d be happy to let her.

Hey y’all, sorry for taking so long. I’m a busy person. I’ll try to be more consistent this summer…

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“Hey, come over will ya?” I said as soon as she picked up.

“Why haven’t you texted me back? I’ve sent you so many pictures begging you for some!” She said in a bitchy tone, her usual tone.

“Just come over, babe,” I insisted.

“We literally have been going nuts over here-“

“Ok I’ll see you in a few, bye,” I hung up. They had been sending us nudes for the past twelve hours and asking for some of ours, as if they didn’t have enough already. But she didn’t need pictures of my dick, she needed my dick itself.

I called her as soon as mom said she would go out for groceries, seeing an opportunity to level the tent me and my brother had in our shorts. We woke up horny from a scarce day yesterday, and had a sexy event happen with Mom, and then we saw the babe down in the next block in her parent’s garden on our way to the thrift store. We relieved ourselves some with her, which is another story,, but it wasn’t enough.

The girl I called was Angie. Or Lexi. I don’t really know which one, they’re identical twins just like T and me and we don’t really care about what makes them different because they’re both fucking fantastic. All of us have been buddies for… a very long time. A decent portion of our lives, and we’re all just 19. We only started banging recently though, once they turned 18, so they’ve been struggling to take us inside em.

After hanging up, mom was gone and I stripped off my t-shirt and plopped on the loveseat nearby in the living room. Mom didn’t like us getting on the furniture sweaty like this, but that’s because she doesn’t know that we soil it regularly with cum and just clean it. My penis was stretching my shorts almost to breaking point so I tried slipping them off. But my dick was sticky from that girl on the other block’s pussy, so it took some work. But before I freed my monster, I heard the familiar slap of a huge dick hit a hard, fleshy surface. Of course, Tony had beat me to completely stripping and he sat on the sofa, naked, with his dick still wobbling from being liberated and bouncing back to smack his pecs. He yelped at his dick slapping his wounds, which made me chuckle. Soon enough though, I caught up and was punched in the chest by a sticky cockhead. Now there were two alpha studs with almost 30 inches’ worth of extra thick man beef between the both of us visibly throbbing and profusely leaking.

“Mom wants us bad, bro,” T mentioned, forcing his hand to stay away from his rod.

“Well it’s about time we have her, that sweet body of hers deserves a heavy duty pounding,” I admitted.

“She’s definitely getting it, but before we come up with a plan we need more pussy,” he said eyeing his dick while I massaged my nuts. They hurt and we desperately needed release.

A few minutes later the door opened, and a pair of long, muscular legs and big, perky tits pounced on me, being the closest one to the door. She mashed her lips on mine and squeezed my balls hard, making me groan out. I heard Tony yelling at me, “How many rounds?” and I responded with just two fingers on my right hand. That meant two rounds before we switched girls. I guess he had his dick attacked before his face.

She wasn’t just kissing me hard, shoving her tongue for me to suck in my mouth; she massaged an orange sized testicle in each hand and had her mini skirt ride up her tight waist above her bare, wet pussy so that she could rub it up and down my shaft, marinating my steak before I fed it to her. Her tits were pressed on my upper chest as we face fucked each other, but I just kept my hands behind my head for now. I had to keep myself under control, being so horny and provoked at the same time, otherwise she would get brutalized.

I heard heavy moaning from the other pair, between them both, actually. Either T was praising the chick for taking his dick like a pro or she would moan around his dick or pull back to tell him how delicious and huge he was while she speed-jacked his slobbery shaft with both hands and room to spare.

Then my girl covered up my view with her cute, little, sopping wet pussy while she took the throat plunge on my dick. And of course I did not hesitate to dive into her love well and appreciate her pussy before I smashed it into unrecognizability while she sucked my turgid rod. She only took a few to swallow my entire girl buster, and would take even less to earn breakfast. I was way too horny to hold back, and she was massaging my nuts in just the right way to entice them to blow up.

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T

I had my pants off and my dick flopping and slapping around before G, but he had a slut literally go at him face first and in an instant pull her skirt up to show me her sweet, sopping wet cunt, only to hide it behind his shaft to rub him while bursa yabancı escort they made out. Staring at that didn’t let me get ready to have my dick plunged three quarters of the way down the other girls throat before she even knelt in front of me! I groaned out loud and asked G how many rounds till we switched, but he couldn’t even answer me so he just put out two fingers to let me know. It was not going to take a long time to get me to shoot a wad.

I still had the scent of my sweet mother’s love in my nose from being the one closest to her while putting the box spring in the room. She had jacked off to her own sons! And I was intrigued. I am more than eager to include her in our sex life and can’t wait to introduce her to our love weapons. She already had a short encounter with them, but that would not be enough. She must get the whole experience now that she had a sneak peak.

But that was a plan to figure out later, because at the moment, there was someone taking part in the whole experience, literally. She, as always, had my whole length down her throat in less than a minute. I was losing it, of course, while she praised my size and taste in between chugging my XXL man sized meal. She would hum with my cockhead in her mouth, which drives me crazy and occasionally give my pipe a break and attack my fattened up nuts. I let her know how slutty and awesome she was whenever I wasn’t choked up on a groan myself.

I got mentally lost in lust and pleasure for who knows how long until I felt her trying to climb me. I opened my eyes and realized she was trying to pull a sixty-nine, and I was more than happy to eat some pretty pussy; I was parched and hungry for femaleness. I had barely positioned her legs around my head when I felt her swallow my entire length effortlessly again, leading me to stiffen up initially and then relax so my face landed on her sweet little core. It smelled wonderful and I couldn’t wait to pound this one or the other twin.

I ate that cunt like it was the last time I ever would. I quickly found her clit and played with it and nibbled on it and shoved my long tongue to reach as deep as I could into that velvety chasm. For the most part she was shooting lady juice at my face and I was just cleaning her up inside and out, sipping her sweet tea while she choked on my drill. She was coming so readily I was almost worried if she kept up like this she wouldn’t have enough later to bathe my dick in!

But I spoke too soon. Moments later I felt my mighty balls rumble under the grip she had gotten of them when she got into the sixty-nine position. Obviously she used her hands to balance herself while she pulled and dove from and onto my dick, so since she had my nuts in her hands they were getting squeezed and rubbed harshly nonstop, which caused me to go crazy faster than usual. Both me and my brother have weirdly overly-sensitive balls, super responsive to any touch when we’re horny and they become a shortcut to getting us off, which the girls knew from experience. They really must have been starving.

After me triggering her largest and strongest orgasm so far, reflected by the cascade of cum she almost choked me on, she figured out the daily combination of humming pitch on my shaft, lip pressure on my glans and tonguing depth in my cum hole to open up my flood gates for blasts of thick wads of wholesome semen and draw a hearty groan from me. As soon as she realized my load was getting pumped up my lengthy shaft she plunged all the way to my thick root. If she stayed at my tip her swallowing would not be fast enough, so direct delivery was necessary. We didn’t have time to make a mess in that moment.

I roared at my first few shots and then was too dizzy to know what happened after that. Then I heard my brother grunting and his bitch screaming and looked up to see her huge ass bouncing as her pussy glided up and down his pussy juice soaked pole. I could only smile as I heard her strained screams and saw his hands at her hips pulling her up and shoving her down on him. My own dick throbbed and released one last load into the lips of my slut as she worshipped my cock head with kisses and licks and sucked the cum left in my cum pipe. I hadn’t softened one bit, instead I felt bigger and harder, ready for the real hardcore work.

Her lips stayed around the crown of my staff as I got up. She sucked hard one more time to draw out the last ounce of seed and then pulled out with a loud PLOP. She immediately took off everything she had on and got on all fours on the couch I was sitting on. I turned to face her fat ass and slobbering pussy with my glowing weapon. It curved up to point at a forty five degree angle from my abs, so I had to aim it manually towards it’s victim. But I didn’t want to take the plunge yet. I placed my shaft under her belly past her pussy and began bursa sınırsız escort sawing back and forth, humping her while her pussy bathed me in lube and I covered her belly and tits in precum.

She whined in protest of not getting fucked, but I kept humping her, slapping her ass with my lower abs and punching her labia with my thick cock base. My dick was squirting my own lube on her titties and I reached down to spread it all over those large orbs and her tight belly I would soon bulge out of. I sped up gradually then after a few minutes I slammed onto her one last time hard and stayed there, my dick squirting out one last bit of macho honey before I pressed my shaft against her belly to show her how deep I would go. She gasped, even though we’d done it before, when she felt my deep purple glans releasing huge amounts of heat just under her tits. In the midst of her sister screeching wildly and my brother grunting out, I pulled back till my cockhead slapped my pecs, then aimed my weapon at her gaping hole, grabbed her by the hair, pushed my hips forward, pulled her back, and impaled her on half my megacock.

She screamed an intense, ear piercing scream, but I was certainly not preoccupied with that since my dick had skin tight lady muscle massaging half its length. I groaned deeply before pulling her hair and thrusting my hips to shove more of me in. That double motion control I used kept the pressure constant in her canal and prevented her pussy from pushing me out or the fluff of the couch from yielding to my shoves, preventing me from going deeper. So she had no escape from my strong pole and the large amount of pressure my girth put on her walls and her special gate. I reached that checkpoint immediately after pushing half of me in, and stretched it with considerable force the second thrust.

I let go of her hair and grabbed her wide hips instead and pushed farther. She still resisted and managed to keep me out of her box. I pushed some more, to no avail. Well then! I was gonna have to work for my prize today, and I didn’t have an issue with that at all.

I pulled out the entire length I had stuffed her with so far. She stopped screaming and moaned instead while she pushed back at me. I chuckled at that. I had barely broken a sweat so far, but I sure was gonna be dripping soon once I got into her forbidden kingdom. My dick had hardened even more inside her and had bounced up to my pecs all slobbery and swollen and purple, my scratches from earlier barely bothering me. I aimed at her core again, needing to use more force to lower my dick this time, and pushed just half of my tip, grabbed her by the hips, and plowed through her walls and her cervix in one go with a grunt, which turned into a loud groan once my balls slapped against her lower belly and her pussy spasmed in a violent orgasm around me thanks to me.

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After eating out my girls pussy while she choked on my dick in a sixty nine, I had to focus hard on not busting down her throat. Then, I stayed in my sitting position and moved her around so I could bounce that gloriously tight pussy on my length. She begged me to go easy on her, but I didn’t make any promises. She was lightweight enough that I could lift her up with just my arm strength and lower her sopping wet cunt on my dangerously huge cock. I penetrated her slowly, since she was more used to my size with her throat than her cunt, but she still always prevented me from going my own speed by using her legs to get up and her arms against my pelvis to keep me from lowering her.

“You’ve gotta fucking stop, babe, I’m the one doing the fucking here, alright?’ I clarified. She didn’t say anything, she just stopped and let me do my job. As I always did when she resisted me, I slammed her down on my hilt instantly, eliciting a silent scream, a series of powerful orgasms and contractions, and probably left her buzzed for the rest of day. In a second I had smashed through her vagina and her cervix, and punched her uterus into an orgasmic frenzy.

Of course I didn’t leave it at that. I began bouncing her nearly unconscious body on my pole, letting the pumped up veins all along my shaft scrub away any doubt that she was mine to have and use as I pleased. And I could hear my brother was doing the same to his slut. We made sure to hand each other drained yet stuffed sluts to each other once we swapped girls. They should be drained of energy and resistance yet stuffed completely with fresh, hot cum. The only way to ensure that was to plow her pussy to my balls’ content, then fill her up with my thick splooge. Which didn’t happen in too long a time, since I was primed up from getting sucked off. When the time came, I pulled out and shoved half my length into her esophagus to release half my thick load, then quickly plunged into her pussy mid-shot to shower görükle escort her love. I fucked her while I came in her pussy and I didn’t soften one bit.

As I bounced her on my oversized tap root I stared at her massive jugs dancing for me. I was definitely slapping some cum on those tonight. And I am planning on having her tit fuck me later. Goddamn I’m horny today!

Both the twins had awesome 36DD breasts that were pretty firm on their chests but more than willing to jiggle and shake if you were fucking them hard enough. They were so soft and they fit perfectly in my palm and around my cock shaft, the latter being a rare but awesome occurrence. Her nipples were just under an inch long and dark pink, getting rock hard as soon as I was near them. I had lifted her crop top to watch them visually serenade me as I plowed their owner senseless. The girls didn’t wear a bra when they came over to give me and my brother easy access, and it was worth it. My brother and I love playing with tits and watching them jiggle as we blast cum on them.

Anyways, those fine titties were getting to me and so was the convulsing pussy around my throbbing staff. My brother’s grunts were becoming deep groans and so were mine, which meant we were close to busting our second load of the session. Just as our gonads rose to the occasion just under our swollen penises, my phone rang.

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Just as my thrusts were beginning to get choppier as my cock swelled to pump my bitch full of another load I heard a phone ringing. It was G’s phone, and it was the ringtone he had for mom. Immediately I slammed balls deep into my slut’s cunt, punching her lungs and forcing a silent scream from them, and looked back to watch G let his girl drop to the hilt of his cock and cover her mouth. I did the same, and then he answered the call.

“Oh, ok. We’ll be waiting for you. Ok… ok… bye,” he hung up and had an annoyed look on his face. “Mom’s on her way back and she needs help with groceries.”

“Oh fuck!” I said as I pulled out till just my head was sheathed, then slammed back harder than ever, repeating that as fast as I could. Instead of rushing to clean up our sweaty, sexy mess, we fucked harder, trying to draw out this second load before we had to pack up the guns.

I let out a long, loud groan as my balls blew up in my scrotum. I kept my shaft shoved all the way in my girl until my contractions stopped, then I heard G’s groans as he too finished busting his nut in his girl’s pussy. Unfortunately for our current situation, we bust massive wads that almost always end up dripping normal men’s loads all over the place after they fill up the receiving pussy. And if we pulled out there would be huge loads of cum cascading out of each pussy, which would be impossible to clean up in time. So we had to climb up the stairs with the girls still stuffed with cock, shove them in our closet to take care of later, and clean up our mess. As soon as both nearly unconscious babes were laying on two layers of towels in the closet squirting out freshly churned cum from their conquered pussies, we ran downstairs to clean up with paper towels. Luckily, we contained our loads pretty well and there wasn’t much from us, but when those girls squirted, it either went directly to the hardwood floor or against us, where it splashed onto the furniture fr our torsos. We were almost done when mom pulled up and Greg ran out after wiping down our wet footprints towards and up the stairs to keep her out a little longer. I finished wiping the furniture just after and ran to get febreeze to spray in the living room and the entrance to the house, hoping she would get hung up on that and not notice any stray wafts of hardcore sex.

With the febreeze bottle still in my hand, I heard the door opening and my mom’s voice coming in and realized I was still buck naked and she would flip if she saw me again, especially now with a soaking wet semi and an obviously freshly fucked look on my cock. So I ran to the living room and pulled my shorts back on around my sticky, tenting rod. Greg had done so before, and I saw his own semi trailing behind mom as they made their way to the kitchen. He has wiping his abs with the paper towel, trying to make it less obvious he had gotten a pussy shower just minutes ago. I then did the same as I walked out, barefoot and shirtless, to pick up the last of the groceries. Our front door neighbor saw me like that as she walked into her car to leave and she winked at me smiling. I did the same but added a flex to my cock, making the tent of my shorts bounce before turning around to get to the trunk. I got the stuff and shut the trunk, then walked in the house. My mom already looked uncomfortable, probably because me and my brother were shirtless, soaked in sweat (and other things) and only had our supermanly cocks covered by the lightly colored, thin, stretchy fabric of our shorts, which soon soaked up the sex sauce on our rods and basically fully displayed our cocks. I put the stuff I was carrying where it belongs the pantry, then walked into her room, where G and she were.

She had a horny look in her eyes. I decided to advance and said, “So is it time to build our bed?”

I stepped out of the steaming shower and rubbed myself briskly with a bath towel. I hated using the showers at the gym. So, after my workout, I came home to get cleaned up. I had a glimpse of myself in the full length bathroom mirror. Looking back at me was a guy who had just turned 40. A voice in my head silently said, “Hell, you’re still in pretty good shape!”

I was giving some serious thought to pumping my meat. My cock was only at half staff now, but it wouldn’t take much to bring it to life. I had a date later and I was expecting to get some pussy. I’d never had much trouble getting all the pussy I wanted. I knew I had enough manly virility to pump away now and still be able to recover enough for some serious pussy business later.

Before I could finish my thought, I heard a knocking at my backdoor. I wrapped the bath towel around my waist and went to see who it was. I guess I ought to have at least put on my pants, but I didn’t.

I opened the door. An energetic, breezy whirlwind of a girl dashed inside. Words spilled from the girl’s mouth, “Uncle Jim, you’d better close the door quick. There’s a storm coming. Mom made Peggy and me get out of the pool.”

In the space of a few seconds, my mind processed what it was seeing. My sister Betsy and her two girls lived next door to me. This was the youngest girl, Missy. I’d been to this girl’s 18th birthday party last month. My petite, young niece was standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but a hot-pink, string bikini.

Curse my wicked soul to Hell, but my cock sprang to full erection as soon my eyes saw her! Young, yes she was, but damn, she had a curvaceous teenaged feminine body! Whoever it was that said “pretty things come in small packages” must have been picturing this girl.

Missy’s stringy-wet brown hair was hanging down her back. Her wet bikini was plastered to her body. The girl laid a book on the kitchen table. She turned to me and said, “Mom told me to bring this cookbook over to you.”

Without taking my eyes off the girl, I said, “Thank you, Missy. If there’s a storm coming, maybe you better run on back home.”

The girl quickly replied, “Oh no, Uncle Jim it’s not here yet. Can I stay a little while? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

My eyes noticed that her eyes were staring at my towel. I looked down and saw my horny erection tenting the thick cloth covering my loins. Oh shit! What must the girl be thinking? I answered the question she’d asked, “Sure Missy, you can stay. But, let me go put some clothes on. Ok? I’ll be right back.”

As I turned away, Missy’s head came up and her voice frantically implored, “Oh no, Uncle Jim please don’t go and put clothes on! I mean…I mean… Well, that’s what I want to talk to you about!”

Startled, I stopped in my tracks and turn back to face the girl. With a puzzling tone in my voice, I asked, “What do you mean? Why don’t you want me to get dressed?”

Missy’s head bowed slightly. With a soft, demure voice she answered shyly, “Well… Well, Uncle Jim, I want to talk to you about… about… sex!”

I wouldn’t have been more surprised if this young girl had hit me in the head with a two-by-four. Why, I was just her old bachelor uncle. Girls are supposed to talk about sex with their mothers. I’ll just tell her so, “Missy, you’d better have ‘the talk’ with your mother. I know Betsy would talk to you candidly.”

Missy giggled. She laughed. Emboldened with merriment, she said, “Oh Uncle Jim, Mom and I have already had ‘the talk’. I don’t want to talk the talk. I want to walk the walk. I want to…to ‘have sex’. My sister told me to talk to you about it. Peggy says you have a special way with women that makes them keep coming back for more of what they want.”

Hell, things were happening that shouldn’t be happening. Forbidden words were spoken. I was wondering about what I was supposed to say in a situation like this. My eyes betrayed me and I looked more closely at the bikini-clad girl. The pink top half of her swimsuit was filled with small, pubescent mounds. The bottom half was one of those skimpy coverings with skinny bows tied at the sides. Those bow ribbons seem to be begging, “Untie me, untie me.”

Damn my wicked soul to hell, I was mentally untying the thin bows! My mind was already pulling the bikini off the young lady. I shook my head to rid my mind of these evil, sinful thoughts. I stared at my niece and questioned, “Peggy told you to talk to me? Why would she do that?”

A demure smile lit the girl’s face. She answered boldly, “Peggy and I don’t keep secrets from each other. She told me that she was a virgin like me yesterday morning, but she wasn’t after you…after you played with her. She said you made her feel so good with your hands and your mouth. And, she said you made her really feel good with the thing between your legs. Can I see it, Uncle Jim? Peggy said it’s the prettiest thing in this world!”

Oh shit Peggy why did you have to tell about our dirty, bursa escort bayan little secret! Well, I better set her younger sister straight. My words came sternly, “Listen here little lady, you don’t need to do everything your sister does. Just because she seduced me doesn’t mean you have to. Besides, what I did with Peggy was a big mistake. I’ll never do that again with a young, teenaged niece! Now Missy, you are young enough to wait a while for sex. When you are ready, you can go out and find a guy nearer your own age to teach you. I’m sure you have lots of boys begging to get into your pants!”

Missy spoke insistently, “But Uncle Jim, I don’t want to wait! I want to do something now. I want to do it with you! I’m only a year younger than Peggy. She’s 19 and I’m now 18. Besides, all the boys we know are clumsy, immature, knuckle-headed imbeciles. Peggy told me what to do if you get stubborn. She said you like pussies with no hair. Well, my pussy is as bare as the day I was born. I’ll show you!”

Before I could voice any objections, the girl slipped out of her bikini top and then untied the bikini panty bows. She let the pink garments fall to the floor. In a flash she hopped up onto my kitchen table. She leaned back on her arms and spread her legs. She whispered seductively, “How’s this, Uncle Jim? Is my pussy bare enough for you? I shaved every single hair off just for you! Will you touch it and do things to it like you did with Peggy’s?”

Goddamnit, why do these teen girls insist upon growing up so fast? She really needs to wait a few years for sex. I’ll tell her so. Yes I will. I’ll tell her just that. But, I’ll go ahead and have a quick look at her naked young body first.

I took two steps toward her and allowed my eyes to roam. Missy was telling the truth about her pussy being bare. Why, there wasn’t a hair on her body anywhere but her head! The girl was young for a fact. With her clothes on, she didn’t look 18, but now that she was naked, I could see she was fully-matured and had all the right feminine parts in all the right places.

There on her chest were two luscious little breasts just begging for a hand to cup them. Hell, the tits were so small that they’d probably fit in a coffee mug with room to spare! Tiny tits or not, they were perfectly shaped, petite body ornamentations. God, they were beautiful baby doll boobs!

And, speaking of beautiful body ornaments, the area between her outstretched legs was decorated with a hypnotically mesmerizing, bare-nude pussy mound all puffed out proud and full. The tempting little pussy had a tantalizing slit running down the center of its splendidly shaped mound. The tight slit concealed any hint of a clitoral jewel which might be hidden within its folds. My mind silently said, “I bet this girl has a pretty little clit!”

Missy must have been reading my mind. The wanton little wench took her fingers and spread her pussy folds wide. Goddamnit I was right! The girl’s tiny clitoral protrusion jutted out stiffly. Right below the clit were small, pink, wing-shaped inner pussy lips which led my eyes to a vaginal hole.

This girl was proudly displaying the fruits of her feminine loins to her ‘old’ bachelor uncle. Temptation nearly overpowered me. God, my mouth, my lips, and my tongue were begging me to let them eat my niece’s pussy! My cock was pleading to be allowed inside the enticing, exotically stimulating little vaginal hole!

I nearly reached out to take hold of the feminine treasure offered to me, but my mind rebelled and I heatedly said, “Shit Missy, I can’t do this to my girl-child niece! I can’t fuck you! I’m going to get dressed. You get your sweet ass off the table and take it home!”

I turned and took two steps toward the hallway door. Missy jumped off the table, but she didn’t go. Her adolescent voice shouted angrily, “No, Sir! My ‘sweet ass’ and I are not leaving! Uncle Jim, you ‘are’ going to fuck me! I’ll rape you if I have to, but I’m going to get fucked!”

Ignoring the girl, I continued walking down the hallway. Unperturbed by my denial, Missy ran to follow me. I’d reached the door to my bedroom when the wicked, determined little vixen grabbed the back of my towel and ripped it off my body.

Instinctively I turned and grabbed the towel back. Missy let go too easily. What was she up to? The impish little sex fiend grabbed my cock with a two-handed hold and held on with all her might. She spoke irately, “Damnit Uncle Jim, don’t ignore me! Please, at least let me play with this thing for a few minutes. Peggy said it was beautiful and god she was right! She told me how to play with it and suck it. Will you let me?”

Hell, I was tempted to give in. But, I couldn’t compound yesterday’s niece-fucking mistake by fucking another innocent niece today! I summoned strength and said, “No girl you can’t. If I let you start something, I wouldn’t be able to stop. Please Missy, let go of my cock and go home.”

Stubbornly görükle escort determined to have her way, Missy jerked on my cock and screamed, “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll tell Mom that you fucked Peggy! She will slap your ‘niece-fucking’ ass in jail!”

Despite the temperamental anger of this girl’s threat, I smiled and then laughed. I looked at her triumphantly and said, “Ok little tattletale, you go ahead and tell your mom! I’m sure my sister will understand.”

Dejected, Missy pouted and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot. Peggy said that you fucked Mom yesterday, too. I heard them talking about how much fun they had. Oh Uncle Jim, I want to have fun, too! Can’t you do it for me?”

I loved my young niece. She was usually a very sweet girl. This sexual aggressiveness was uncharacteristic of her easygoing nature. And truthfully, I’d like nothing better than to fuck the sweet innocence out of her. But, I had made too many ‘fucking’ mistakes yesterday. I couldn’t make one today. I said, “I’m sorry honey, I just can’t do it.”

Missy let go of my cock with one hand and began slapping my chest with the other. She shrieked angrily, “Damn you, damn you, damn you Uncle Jim! I want you to fuck me! If I was stronger than you, I ‘would’ rape you!”

Suddenly, Missy’s rage subsided. Her face lit with a smile. A thought had popped into her mind. This time, it was she who spoke triumphantly, “Uncle Jim, does Dad know you fucked Peggy? Does he know you fucked Mom?”

Unspeaking, I stared at my threatening young niece. I knew Missy was smart. She was a straight A student in school. Beauty and brains, this girl had it all. But, surely she wouldn’t tell…would she? I said, “You listen here little miss, you’d better mind your own damn business!”

Missy angrily retorted, “This is my damn business! I want to get fucked! Mister, if you don’t fuck me then I’ll tell Dad what you did! He will get his shotgun and shoot your niece-fucking, sister-fucking, wife-fucking ass full of buckshot!”

Goddamn me to hell, the girl had me! I knew she was not making an idle threat. She was stubborn enough to do it if she didn’t get what she wanted. She was also correct in saying what she did about her father. That man would take a shotgun to my ass and I wouldn’t blame him one damn bit!

Missy let go of my cock and stepped back. She brushed past me and entered my bedroom. The naked, teen girl sat on the edge of my bed and demanded, “Uncle Jim, get your ass and your big beautiful cock over here and fuck me!”

Reluctantly, I approached the bed and dropped to my knees between Missy’s opened legs. I had to try to dissuade her at least once more. I said, “Are you sure about this, Missy? This is not the right way to get fucked. You are using blackmail to ‘rape’ me.”

Missy’s stubborn head shook side to side as she chanted, “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care! I want you to fuck me like you fucked Peggy and Mom! I want you to make me feel the pleasures you made them feel.”

Finally, I accepted the fact that I was going to have to fuck this girl. Well hell, if I ‘have to’ do it, then I may as well enjoy it! I pushed Missy back onto the bed and said, “Hang onto your sweet ass little girl because here I come!”

First of all, I wanted some of that tender young pussy I’d been drooling over when Missy was lying on the kitchen table. I kissed the soft flesh of her nude pussy mound. I kissed and licked every delectable inch of the bare flesh from her thighs to her pussy lips.

Next, I spread the swollen pussy lips and captured the clitoral jewel between my lips. I licked and sucked the rigid ‘girlie-girl’ treasure. Missy’s teen clit stiffened in an effort to accept my vicious oral assault. My tongue flicked and licked feverously. I explored with the spit-wet slippery wetness of my tongue and mouth.

I cupped my tongue to stiffen it and plunged it into the hot-pink opening to Missy’s vaginal hole. This niece of mine had long ago reached the full age of puberty so her young female body produced an abundance of feminine moisture. I licked and lapped all the wetness I could get. Missy was whimpering and sighing.

My stiffened tongue probed into the girl’s pussy hole until it hit upon a barrier. I was touching Missy’s virginal hymen. I tickled and tested the firmness of this obstacle, but it didn’t break. I pushed against it forcibly and heard the girl’s whining protests. Missy said, “That hurts.”

I pulled my mouth away from the girl’s pussy, looked at her, and said, “That hurts, hell! Missy, you just wait until I get my big cock in that little hole and burst it through your hymen! That’s when you can say ‘it hurts’. So, do you want me to stop now?”

Missy answered quickly, “Oh no, no, no, no, no don’t stop! The good-good feelings are worth the little bit of pain. I didn’t know that getting my pussy eaten would feel so wonderful. Oh Uncle Jim, you’re a really good pussy-eater! You can eat me all you want.”

So, bursa escort bayan I went back and had another helping of sweet hot virginal pussy. I tongue-fucked Missy’s fascinating pussy with a euphoric, horny delight. My cock was pulsating with excitement just knowing that soon it would have a chance to be inside the tight, young vaginal tunnel.

After temporarily satisfying my pussy lust, I kissed Missy’s Venus mound and kissed my way up her belly to her tits. I sat her up a little and attacked the girl’s tender young breasts with my mouth, lips, teeth, and tongue. Nubile little nipple nubs hardened as I played with them. Missy whispered, “Are my tits too small? Peggy’s tits are not much bigger, but she said you like small ones. Do you like mine?”

My voice huskily replied, “Missy babe, your tits are fine. I like big boobs, mid-size boobs, and little ones, too. Damnit girl, you have really nice ones! Now, of course I like your pussy best of all! You and your sister have really nice teen-girl pussies to play with and eat. I also like kissing Peggy’s sweet, soft lips. Do you think you can kiss me, too?”

Missy scooted away from the edge of the bed, patted the spot next to her, and said, “Lie down here, Uncle Jim. I’ll show you what I know about kissing.”

I sprang up from the floor and lay on the bed beside the girl. Missy jumped astride my naked body and sat her ass on my cock. This naughty young child was light as a feather. I’d guess her weight to be about ten pounds lighter than her sister Peggy’s 100 pounds.

Missy leaned forward and kissed my flat belly. Her kisses traveled up to my chest and then to my neck. The girl then began kissing my cheeks and lips. Damn, this girl-kid knew how to kiss! Missy had a virginal pussy that had never been touched, but hell, she had luscious lips which were well experienced at kissing! As her skilled, hot, wet lips worked their erotic magic kissing mine, I began wondering about all the boys she’d kissed. In a way, I guess I was a little jealous of them.

I lost track of time while kissing this playful little niece of mine. The girl tongue-fucked my mouth with an expertise which belied her youthful age. Hell, this child of 18 kissed as well as many full grown women did! My arms encircled her skinny waist and pulled her lithe young body against mine. Her teen tits flattened out on my hard chest. My wandering hands played with her back and her silky smooth ass.

I wondered about something and my questioning mind spoke aloud, “Missy babe, you’ve got a really nice set of lips and mighty fine mouth. You said earlier that Peggy had told you how to kiss and suck a man’s cock. Girl, you said you wanted to play with my cock and suck it. Are you ready to do it now?” Without answering, Missy scooted down the length of my body. Her small, feminine hands grabbed my cock and began to play. Her short fingers couldn’t completely encircle my swollen shaft. Yet, she played and played energetically. Not one inch of my engorged meat went untouched. My balls were squeezed, juggled, and bounced. Fingers ran through my pubic hairs combing, pulling, and tugging. Missy’s voice heatedly proclaimed, “Oh god, its more wonderful than I imagined it would be! Uncle Jim, I’m going to kiss it now.”

And that’s just what she did. The girl began kissing my meaty shaft. Her warm, wet lips and tongue kissed and licked with a frenzy of cock-hungry desire. The girl’s lips were moving so frenziedly that the head of my cock slipped into her mouth. At first, the girl recoiled in fright. This was what she wanted to do, but she’d never done it before. She wanted to do it right.

That young niece of mine was game to try anything. Missy leaned forward and plopped the head of my cock back into her mouth. She licked and sucked awkwardly. Missy was inexperienced and naïve for sure, but the girl had been instructed in what to do by her sister. She made her mouth release a flood of saliva which lubricated the rigid rod she was sucking on.

Before I knew it, Missy’s head was bobbing up and down on my spit-lubricated shaft. My wet cock was disappearing deeper and deeper into my niece’s tight, young mouth. Goddamn, it felt good!

Missy’s mouth, lips, and tongue were dripping wet with cock sucking enjoyment. My shaft was imbedded in the girl’s cock-hungry oral cavity and she was refusing to let go of it.

Oh goddamnit, a man’s mind is not wired to handle this much cock sucking pleasure! I let Missy play just a little while longer, but then I grabbed her long brown hair and forcibly pulled her head away from my throbbing manhood. My voice was none too gentle when I said, “Damnit Missy, if you want me to fuck you, then hell, you’d better stop sucking me!”

Missy stopped sucking and sat up in the bed. Again, she jumped astride my body. She wickedly said, “No, Uncle Jim you are not going to fuck me! If you’re going to accuse me of ‘rape’, then I’m going to fuck you!”

This untamed, wild-child vixen bent towards my cock and drenched the head and shaft with globs of slippery-wet saliva. She put her fingers into her mouth, wet them good, and applied several fingers full of the same slippery lubricant inside the opening in her pretty, puffed pussy lips. The girl wanted to be as wet as she could get.