This story is loosely based on a true story provided me by a Lit reader. He told me to do with the information what I wanted and to write a story about it. It’s a romance and I will provide it in five parts.

Main Cast

Dennis, 25 years old, 5′ 11″, 175 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes.

Jill, 30 years old, 5′ 7″, 120 pounds, brown hair, blue eyes.

Gina, 30 years old, 5’6″, 140 pounds, auburn hair, green eyes, Jill’s best friend.

Denise, 25 years old, 5’1″, 105 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ friend and works with Dennis.

Mike, 27 years old, 5’10”, 190 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, Denise’s boyfriend.

Jeff, 33 years old, 6′, 190 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, Dennis’ brother.

Previously:

I had learned that there was some deep, dark secret that Jill had not told me about her past and that my brother knew about. I was worried about this because yesterday I had heard her say that she loved me and I knew that I was falling for her. My mind ran rampant. I went through all the options that I could think of. Had she been a prostitute? A stripper? Been convicted of a felony for drugs or violence? What the hell? I was thinking the worst things, but maybe I was wrong. Now I couldn’t wait for her to get home and tell me what it was.

Chapter 6. Finally, the Past Revealed.

December 23rd, 2011

Finally, about 6pm, the ladies rolled back in. Even with the Christmas rush and the disaster it was out there at all the malls they had managed to find plenty of things to buy and came in with several bags. I watched closely and Jill looked at me as she came in and met my eyes for only a second. She looked away and I could tell that she was worried. I stood up and when she next looked at me I gave her a quick motion with my head to meet me upstairs. She just nodded slightly and finished hanging her coat up and putting all the bags in the dining room with my mother.

I waited impatiently in my room. When she came in she looked worried. She was pacing and wringing her hands.

“Did Jeff tell you?” She almost whispered it.

I stared at her. “Tell me what?” I moved closer to her and lowered my voice. I realized that I had been a little too loud with that question. “Look, I know something is going on, but I don’t know what the hell it is, so just come out with it and get it over with.”

She moved away from me. “Please sit down on the bed and let me get this out, okay?”

I sat and watched her pace. She was like a caged animal warily looking at her owner. “Okay, when I was 16 and I moved in with Gina, I really did work at Wendy’s. I worked there until I turned 18 and finished high school. Then Gina and I found that we needed more money. We wanted to live on our own. We tried to make it work by working multiple jobs, but it wasn’t enough. Finally, we found the perfect job for us. We could make enough money to live by ourselves, buy what we needed, and we’d be able to save some, too.” She stopped and stared at me.

I think I knew where she was headed. “Stripper?”

She nodded and took a deep breath before continuing. “Yes. Gina and I found a strip joint that was halfway decent and we could make great money. I worked there for almost two years. Once I had enough saved, I started going to junior college there in Kansas City and eventually came to Illinois to complete my four year degree.”

I grimaced. “Okay.” I didn’t know what else to say. All kinds of things were running through my mind. I was always a little conservative and had only been to one strip joint in my life. My mother had always talked about the objectification of women, the degradation of the individual and sex, etc. I guess I had absorbed most of that. And now I was in love with an ex-stripper.

“Remember, you promised.”

I was trying to remember what she was talking about while taking in that the woman I was in love with had been a stripper. What kind? Fully nude? Table dances? Lap dances? Shit! Private dances!? Private parties?!

I looked up at her. “What?”

“Remember, the first time you spent the night I made you promise to listen and try to understand about my past.”

“Oh. And yet you didn’t tell me about it until now, after my brother forced you to.” I tried to see the woman I was in love with, but now I could only see her stripping, guys leering at her, shoving money at her and feeling her up. I could see her dancing and rubbing her tits in the face of hundreds of other guys. I was jealous as hell. I finally caught sight of her eyes and her looking at me and it brought me back to the present. “I know I promised. I just wasn’t ready for this.”

She nodded. “Right. Got it.” Her face closed up, her emotions disappeared and she suddenly seemed calm. How did she do that? She stared at me and then left the room. I started to go after her, but instead I lay back on the bed and tried to understand her. First, I never understood how people could strip and display their bodies when the opposite sex would sit there and stare at you, try to feel you up, and just plain act like a bunch of idiots. It wasn’t exhibitionism, it was something worse in my mind and I couldn’t wrap my arms around it. I just never got it. Also, here was this outwardly strong, tough woman who had on occasion shown that behind that façade bakırköy escort that there was something hidden, something she held back, and something awful. Well, at least I knew what it was now. I still didn’t really understand how someone could do that. I lay there, trying to unravel my thoughts when my mother came into my room.

“What the hell is going on between you and Jill?”

What did she say? I sat up. “What do you mean?”

My mother put her hands on her hips. That was never a good sign and usually meant a lecture. I was four years out of college and still flinched when she did that, waiting for the bad news. “I mean what the hell happened up here between you and Jill?”

What the hell was I going to say to that? “We had a little disagreement.” That’s all I could think of to say.

“A little disagreement? Well, if that’s what you think, you still have a lot to learn about relationships and being in one with a woman. Jill just left.”

I jumped out of bed and started toward the bedroom door. “She left? What the hell are you talking about? We came in my car.”

My mother grabbed my arm. “Dennis, she came down and asked your father to drive her home. She said she could just come back or get her stuff from you, but she couldn’t be here right now. She was very adamant. What the hell just happened?”

I stared at my mother. Did I dare tell her? What would she think? How could I ever bring Jill back again? Hell, did I even want to? I wasn’t sure I could live with it myself, much less how my mother would handle it. I pulled my arm free and headed downstairs. My brother was still there watching TV. “How long ago did she leave?”

My mother trailed behind me and answered before Jeff could. “About 20 minutes. Your father and she both have cell phones. Call her and apologize. I can tell she loves you. She’ll come back.”

My mother had no idea what was going on. I decided to tell her. “Mom, we didn’t really have a disagreement. Jeff knows her from Kansas City and knew that she was keeping a secret from me. He reminded her that she needed to come clean.”

My mother looked over at Jeff. “Jeff?”

He was staring at the two of us. “Uh, it was just something that I thought Dennis should know.”

“What?!” My mother was getting upset by this now.

I turned to her and told her the truth. “Mom, Jill just told me that when she was young she was a stripper for two years.”

My mother stared at me. “That’s why she left? ” She looked from me to Jeff and back again. “That’s not why she left. She left because of your reaction, right? What did you say?”

I stared at my mother. She didn’t seem upset that Jill had been a stripper, but was concerned about my reaction to it? This was my conservative mother? “Mom, I didn’t know what to say. I was shocked. I was confused. I told her I had to think about this.”

My mother stared at me. She took my hand and held it tight. “Do you love her?”

I was pretty sure I did, so I admitted it. “I think so.”

“Then why didn’t you try to sit down and discuss it?”

“Mom, you know how we feel about strippers. Many of them turn to prostitution, many use drugs, and many never get an education and get out of that lifestyle.”

My mother stared at me. “We? And which of those applies to Jill?”

“Uh — I’m not sure.”

“That’s right. You didn’t ask her and it sounds like you didn’t even give her a chance to explain.”

“But Mom, you’ve always said….”

She interrupted me immediately. “I know what I always said and that applies to many women. But not all are dummies and not all are stupid and not all are doing it because they are tramps. Just like not all smart men are good with women.” She stared at me with that last comment. I flinched.

“But I’m not sure I know what to say or do. I’m not sure I can deal with the fact that she has been seen naked by all these guys, that she has given lap dances and rubbed up against them. I don’t know if I can be with her without forever seeing her like that.”

“Well, that’s up to you, but you should have at least discussed it with her to try to understand why she did that. Instead, you thought only of how you felt. You didn’t think about how she felt having to reveal that to you right before Christmas in your parent’s house. You didn’t think that she was probably not ready to tell you but Jeff pushed the timeline up. You didn’t think about how this young woman managed to get out of that situation, get an education, and get a good job. I spent the entire day with her and she’s a wonderful person. But you didn’t give her a chance to explain did you? You didn’t listen, hear her side, and then even think about forgiving her. You might not be able to, but she deserved your attention.”

“She said it was because she and her friend needed money.”

My mother stared at me like I had two heads. “Of course she said that. The question is why they needed that money. There’s always more to the story. It’s very seldom that simple.” She turned to Jeff. “And you keep your fucking nose out of other people’s business.”

I was in shock. My mother was defending Jill and had just dropped the first f-bomb I had ever heard cross her lips. I glanced over at Jeff and he looked like he wanted to escort bahçelievler crawl under the couch. Mom was always very strong willed and it was never a good thing to fight with her. I finally shrugged. “I just don’t know if I can deal with it.”

“Fine. Maybe you two can’t be together. However, when a guest is in my house, you treat them better than that. You should have at least discussed it with her and voiced your feelings and concerns. If, at that point, you two decided not to be together it would have been appropriate for you to help her pack and take her home.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. “Sorry.”

My mother poked me in the chest. “Don’t tell me, call her and tell her. You owe that to her. It took a lot of courage for that woman to strip, get on with her life all by herself, get an education, get a good job, and then come here and confess this to you at this point.” My mother shook her head. “It’s no wonder you two don’t have good relationships with women.” With that she stomped out of the room.

I walked over and sat in one of the lounge chairs and stared at Jeff. “I’ve never heard Mom talk like that.”

“Me, neither. She said ‘fuck’ like she had used it for years and I’ve never, ever heard her say that. I was ready to bolt for the door, expecting flying projectiles to come at me.”

I stared at Jeff, wanting to return the subject at hand. “You recognized her from a strip club?”

He looked up sheepishly. “Yeah. She was one of the prettier ones there and I went there a couple of Fridays a month with the construction crew.”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I asked anyway. “What type of place was it?”

He sat up. “Well, it was one of the better ones. In the next county over the full nude ones were pretty sleazy. In this one the women only stripped down to a g-string. It was in a nice area, clean, and well maintained. The women were nice, pretty, and friendly, but I never saw one that looked high or seemed to be hooking. It was a pretty well run place and I liked it.” He put his head down. “Sorry I’ve seen your girlfriend naked.”

I shrugged and muttered morosely, “So has half the Midwest.” I put my head in my hands. “So it wasn’t fully nude?”

“No.”

“What about lap dances and private dances?”

He grimaced. “Well, the lap dances were nice and they rubbed on you a little bit. The VIP dances were in a separate set of rooms, but they were still open on one side and there was no touching by the customer. The girls controlled everything.”

“Did you ever get a dance from her?” I stared at him, afraid of the answer.

“No, thank god. I think that would have made us both very uncomfortable.”

“Yeah.” Like that wasn’t already true? I looked at my watch. “Do you think I should call her?”

He looked at me and took a deep breath. “Uh, I really don’t know. I do know that she really loves you. I could see it in the way she watched you and the way she talked about you more than I could by the way she said it this morning. That’s why I knew she would tell you and I wouldn’t have to. She knew she had to do it. I guess how it proceeds from here depends on you. I think Mom just wants you to talk and listen. If you can’t get past it, then you can’t get past it, but she feels you owe her that. I don’t know if I could forgive someone for that and get past it.” He looked at me pointedly. “But this is all on you. I can’t even keep a girlfriend; much less find one who will fall in love with me.”

I stared at the ground. “Okay, thanks.” I stood and took my phone out of my back pants pocket. I speed dialed Jill. It went to voice mail, so I left a message. “Jill, please call me back. I’m still a little in shock, but I want to talk you to about this. I don’t know what else to say. Please just call me back.” I then called my father, but his phone also went to voice mail. Shit! What the hell! Both of them were ignoring me?

I called each of them twice more, but knew by the third time that Jill had probably asked my father not to answer the phone and not to talk to me until she was no longer in the car. Finally, about 9pm, my father called me. “Hello?”

“Dennis, it’s Dad. I just dropped Jill off at her townhouse. I’m sorry I didn’t call before now, but she asked me not to.” I could hear the cars in the background since he always used his Bluetooth connection in his car and had it on speaker.

“I understand. How is she? What did she say?”

“She was quiet for a long time and then told me why you two broke up. She told me she had been a stripper.”

“She just came out and told you?”

“Yeah. She said she wanted me to know.”

“She said we broke up? She used those words?”

“Yeah. She said that you didn’t look like you were going to be able to get over it from the way you handled it, so she was going to break it off.”

“Shit. Are you on your way back?”

“Yeah, I just left her place to head home. Why?”

“I don’t know; just asking. I handled that very badly. I just wish I could have talked to her about it before she left so suddenly.”

“I understand. She seems like a nice woman, well, I mean, like a decent person, even with a bit of a shady past.”

“Yeah, thanks, Dad. See you soon.”

I called ataköy escort Jill’s home phone and then cell phone. She still didn’t answer. Shit! What the hell was I going to do about this? Did I really love her? Could I put aside my feelings about strippers and deal with that in her past? And what would happen if I ran into someone else who knew her? How would I handle that? Shit, I could go crazy thinking about this stuff.

After one more try, I finally went to bed. I woke up at 3am with a throbbing erection from dreaming about Jill and having sex with her. My body didn’t want to break up with her that was for sure.

Chapter 7. Confrontation — and Even More History.

December 24th, 2011

The next day I discussed the situation with my parents and they were both for me driving back and talking to Jill. I wasn’t so sure. I was still in a quandary about what to do about it and wanted more time to think. So I sat on my ass and did nothing. Sure, I called a couple of times, but she was still freezing me out. I wasn’t so sure that driving back to knock on her door was going to be any more fruitful so I took the easy way out and just stayed with my parents.

I managed to get thru Christmas Eve and then Christmas Day. We had some relatives over on the 25th in the afternoon. They had younger children and they had to wait until after they had opened presents at their home before coming over. They got there about 2pm and they were surprised that this woman that I had told them so much about was not there. I didn’t even consider telling them why. Then they decided to stay the night and I was trapped with relatives all Christmas Day when I really wanted to drive back and see Jill. Phone calls still went unanswered so seeing her in person was going to be the only option. I didn’t want to wait until we got back to work, but I was supposed to work on the 27th, 28th and 29th since I didn’t have that much vacation. So late in the afternoon on the 26th, I drove back to my apartment.

December 26th, 2011

I had collected and packed all of Jill’s stuff that she had left at my parents and went straight to her place. I guess I should have had a better idea about what I was going to do, but I was in strange new territory and didn’t really have a clue. I rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. It was now 10pm. I was afraid that she might have gone somewhere, but her car was there. I knocked again and finally, after about 10 minutes she opened the door. She was in a big fluffy robe that I had never seen before and looked like she just woke up.

She only opened the door a crack. “Yes?”

“Jill, please let me in so we can talk.”

She stared at me and I could see the wheels turning in her head. “Okay.”

She opened the door all the way and motioned me in. She did not try to hug me or anything, so I stood there until she closed the door and led me into the living room. She pointed to the sofa. “Sit.” It didn’t sound like an option.

She remained standing on the other side of the coffee table. “What do you want to talk about?” She said that with such flatness it was like nothing had happened between us — or ever had. She also appeared to have been drinking.

“I’m sorry about the way I reacted when you told me. I should have at least listened to you. I know that it was difficult for you to tell me that and I want to talk about it now so that I can understand everything.”

She gave me a slight grin. It was almost an evil one. “Sure. We can talk about it. What do you want to know?”

I was so uncomfortable that I couldn’t stop squirming. “I just want to know about it and all about you. I thought we were both getting really close and — well, you know, becoming more than just lovers, but you sprang this on me so suddenly that I didn’t have time to think about it and take it all in.”

She sighed. “Well, okay, sure. I’ll tell you all about it. That’ll work. Just let me get something to drink. You want anything?” She looked like she was taking the order of a patron at a bar. She didn’t appear to be upset, or bothered, or concerned about me at all. I shook my head no and she left the room. She was gone for a few minutes and I started wondering what she was doing.

When Jill finally came back in she was in nothing but a g-string. “Okay, here we go. This was my uniform. I wore this every night.” I was speechless as she continued and I stared at her wonderful body. “I worked there for almost two years. Counting days and nights, I was probably there 600 times during the almost two years I worked there. I worked slow days as well as heavy days so, counting regulars, I probably saw about 40 new guys a night — or should I say they saw me.” She giggled in a way that showed that she was drunk because there was nothing really funny there. I didn’t know how to respond. “So that’s 24,000 guys who have seen my tits and ass and could probably make out the shape of my pussy because of the camel toe.” She highlighted this by thrusting her hips forward and looking down at her pussy and showing me how the g-string was pulled up tight. “I gave lap dances to probably about 2,000 of them and private dances to about 500. So I guess you could say my body got around. My friend Gina still works there, although she’s now the manager. She still looks good in a g-string, too. Hey, Gina, show him how good you look.” I jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen and sure enough, out came this very voluptuous redhead with big, fake tits and wearing only a g-string. Jill had obviously set this up, but Gina didn’t look any happier with this development than I did.

Julie sighed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She sat down and took a sip reflecting on how quickly things had changed. She and her mother lived together in a quaint cottage style home. The small insurance settlement, after her father’s accident, had gone for funeral expenses and a car. Nevertheless, they had managed by living a frugal live style.

Now tragedy had struck again. Julie’s mother was diagnosed with a life-threatening disease. Doctors told Julie that her mother could receive outpatient treatment but needed a restful stress-free environment.

Mortgage payments and medical expenses had drained their small savings account. The bills were piling up. Julie knew it would be up to her to provide for them at least until her mother had recovered.

Julie had completed her first-year at the community college, but now her education would have to be put on hold. She scanned the classifieds hoping to find employment.

John Romano pushed back from his desk stretched and smiled. His business was growing faster than he had anticipated. At the age of thirty, he felt like it was all going his way. Well except for his marriage. His wife Maria had become sexually unresponsive after the birth of John Jr.

Maria would spurn his advances, but he wasn’t going to force himself on her. Doctors told John it would take time and patience to overcome the problem. Not wanting to make the things worse he hadn’t sought outside companionship. His sexual frustrations had caused many sleepless nights.

John had resorted to masturbating while his next door neighbor sunbathing beside her pool. A wooden fence separated their yards, but John could see her from the upstairs bathroom window. Occasionally she would remove her bikini and sunbathe nude. She was oblivious to John’s gaze as he stroked himself to a climax.

Julie looked into her full-length mirror. Her auburn hair, blue eyes, and creamy Irish complexion were accented by her summer dress and matching heels. Though she wasn’t conceited, Julie knew she was attractive. She knew it helped to show her attributes to her best advantage.

Julie gave her mother a goodbye kiss and cranked the aging Chevy. She didn’t want to be late for her interview. If she didn’t get this job they could end up living on the street.

As she entered the office, Julie saw several women. They were seated outside a door that had the initials JR embossed on the mirrored glass.

One woman on the heavy side was sweating profusely even though the building was air conditioned. A very slender woman was fidgeting nervously in her chair. The last looked fortyish well groomed and professional.

“Hello Ladies,” said John Romano stepping into the reception room.

“Shall we start the interviews?” The first two interviews went relatively quick, the third somewhat longer. Julie sat patiently waiting her turn.

Sitting at his desk, John looked at the last applicant sitting outside.

The surveillance camera gave him a clear bakırköy eskort view of her exposed thigh.

John was so taken with this sweet young thing that he considered stroking one off.

“No business comes first,” he thought, smiling at the pun.

The door opened, and John motioned Julie inside.

“Please sit down Ms. Murphy,” John said smiling. Julie couldn’t help but notice his coal-black hair, olive complexion and even white teeth. About five foot ten or eleven, a hundred and seventy-five pounds, with a lean muscular build. A handsome man by any standard.

“Ms. Murphy, I see that you can type and have a year of college,” his eyes darting briefly to her breast.

“Yes,” Julie smiled, feeling her nipples harden under his gaze.

“Well, it’s between you and Ms. Smith,” said John.

Julie choked back a sob, her eyes welling up with tears.

Julie apologized and explained her situation in detail.

“Well,” said John, “I am more inclined to hire someone younger that can grow with the company.”

“Oh thank you,” said Julie, “I’ll be a very dedicated employee.”

“I’m counting on it,” said John, lurid thoughts already clouding his mind. It wasn’t that he lack compassion, but her obvious vulnerability was bringing out his dark side. Driving home, Julie wondered if the emotional display had been necessary but obviously it had worked.

John could hardly wait to get home he was still worked up from the interview with Ms. Murphy, he had to find relief soon! Starting up the stairs, he stopped long enough to give John jr. a kiss. If he was lucky, his neighbor might be out by the pool. Raising the window, he could see her with a net scooping trash. John unzipped and began slowly stroking his cock.

As his neighbor bent over her bikini wedged itself between the cheeks of her ass. It was more than John could take. His knees buckled as he sprayed the bathroom wall letting out a cry even his neighbor could hear. She was unable to locate the source of the commotion and continued with her task. John cleaned up the mess and showered. “Tomorrow’s another day,” he thought.

Julie’s first day on the job was fairly routine. Mr. Romano was helpful in pointing out her duties. He also requested that she wear dresses or skirts to work, a company image thing he said.

John sat at his desk a solemn look on his face. So this is what it has come down to, spying on his female employees. The pin camera he had installed under Julie’s desk gave him a clear view of her firm thighs. He could even see a few tufts of pubic hair peeking from the edge of her panties. John couldn’t restrain himself as he pulled out his cock and started to stroke it.

“Damn these things are pulling the hairs out of my snatch,” thought Julie, as she hooked her finger under the leg band and pulled them aside.

The view of her pink labia covered by a fine auburn down was more than John could stand. With a roar, his cock exploded escort fulya sending copious jets of his sperm skyward.

“Mr. Romano is everything ok?” came Julie over the intercom.

“Yes, Julie I just shut the desk drawer on my finger.”

After several weeks on the job Julie was faced with a dilemma. Though her paycheck was covering living expenses, and her mother’s medical treatment she was months behind on the mortgage payments. The bank had sent a foreclosure notice. Julie was desperate as she readied the company’s weekly deposit. Suddenly it came to her, take the money for the mortgage from the deposits, then pay it back out of her weekly paycheck. Who would know? It wasn’t as if she were stealing she told herself.

John’s mouth watered at the sight of white panties bulging between the juncture of Julie’s slightly parted thighs. He had started to unzip as a hand appeared holding and envelop and then another holding cash. Zipping up his pants John headed for his office door.Julie looked up with a startled expression at the sound of John’s voice.

“I’ll be leaving early, be sure to make the deposit,” he said.

Driving to work, Julie was in a more cheerful mood. She had paid the mortgage up. Now all she had to do was pay some back each week, no harm done. She had never stolen anything in her life, and she didn’t intend to start now.

Sitting at his desk, John considered his options. He could fire Julie but it’s wasn’t what he wanted to do. At least not until he had heard her explanation. Or he could use this to his advantage he thought, a little guilt ridden. He decided to confront her at the end of the day when they would be alone in the building.

“Ms. Murphy, Please come to my office,” came John’s voice over the intercom. He hadn’t addressed her as “Ms. Murphy,” since her first day on the job. She entered his office and took a seat as he indicated.

Standing behind her John activated the remote. An image sprang to life on the flat screen causing Julie to gasp.

“Ms. Murphy I called the bank this morning, and it seems the deposit was thousands short.” “Do you have an explanation?” Tearfully she explained about the mortgage and that she had intended to pay the money back.

“I know I should have asked, but I was afraid you would refuse,” said Julie.

“This is serious Julie,” said John, “A crime like this could carry a lengthy jail sentence.”

“Oh please, Mr. Romano,” cried Julie, “let me keep my job and I’ll pay back every cent.” Julie had visions of her poor mother begging on the street, while she languished in jail.

“Well,” said John, “maybe we could come to an agreement and forget the whole incident.”

“An agreement?” ask Julie hopefully.

“Yes,” said John, “you probably know of my marital problems?”

Julie nodded, she was pretty sure she knew where this was going.

“For certain favors, I will forget this happened and you can keep the money.” “I ataköy eskort know it would be a hardship for you to pay it back.”

Julie felt a sense of anger and relief. Not only was he blackmailing her but he assumed she could be bought like a prostitute. Her first impulse was to tell him to go fuck himself, but the gravity of her situation made her reconsider.

After a short pause, Julie cleared her throat and asked, “Where and how often?”

“Here in my office once a week after work,” came John’s reply. “I won’t ask you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” he added.

“Ok,” said Julie in a hushed voice. Like it or not she was going to get fucked, at least it was by someone she was attracted too.

“Relax, you might enjoy this,” said John as he felt Julie stiffen under his touch.

The truth is she was little scared. Her only real sexual experience was with a boy she dated at the community college. After and evening of heavy petting she almost gave in to her urges but managed to fend him off before she lost her virginity. Later she found out he was still seeing his old girlfriend on the side and broke off their relationship.

Taking Julie’s hand, John led her over to the couch and dimmed the lights. Standing behind her, he unbuttoned her dress and reaching down pulled it up over her head. The contrast of black bra and panties on her smooth creamy skin was a vision to behold.John unbuckled his belt and took off his slacks. Julie could feel the bulge of his swollen manhood as he pulled her close and gently kissed her neck.

At this point, Julie had accepted her fate and her own urges were demanding satisfaction. After all, she had no choice she told herself. To John’s surprise, she knelt down and with one quick motion pulled his briefs down to his knees. His cock sprang out brushing her cheek.

“Take it in your hand,” she heard John say in a soft whisper.

Still kneeling she encircled her it with fingers. She could see bluish veins running up the sides of his pulsing shaft. The head looked for all the world like a large over-ripe plum. On impulse, Julie leaned forward and kissed it surprised by her own naughtiness.

Pulling Julie to her feet, John laid her gently on the couch. His eyes adored her as she removed her bra and panties. He lowered his head and tasted the pink rose buds of her ample breast. Julie moaned, the fires of passion had been ignited, and he was fanning the flames with each kiss.John trailed kisses over Julie’s smooth belly, resting his chin at the crux of her thighs, his nose buried in the sweet musk of her womanhood.

Slowly he ran his tongue from the crack of her ass to the knob of her clit, licking with a soft flicking motion. He entered her slowly, the smell of sex in the air was intoxicating. Julie felt a slight pang of discomfort and then began to thrust her hips passionately. Within minutes they exploded into a climax fuel by weeks of sexual tension.

Eight months had passed, and Julie was being promoted to field manager with a substantial pay increase. She looked forward to her after work sessions with John. They had even taken a few weekend business trips together.

Not at all how she had envisioned her life unfolding but, “All’s well that ends well,” thought Julie!

I had come into work early one Saturday, hoping to catch up on some paperwork left over from a busy week. I entered at the employee entrance, disarmed the alarm system, and walked to the opposite side of the building to my office. Switching on my computer, I went to the cafeteria to make myself some coffee while waiting for my computer to warm up. After filling the coffee maker with water and coffee, I returned to my office to check my e-mail. A few minutes later the aroma of coffee wafted into my office summoning me back to fill my cup. As I walked back to my office, I heard a door slam nearer the front of the building. I assumed it was my boss, who was often in on Saturdays, trying to catch up himself.

I don’t always mind being in on Saturday, I find that I can get an incredible amount of work done, when there’s no one around to interrupt. So I put on a little music and settled in for some mind-numbing drudgery. About an hour passed, when I realized I needed some information that my boss kept in his office. I grabbed my coffee cup and wandered toward his end of the building, since I needed to chat with him about a couple of things anyway.

When I rounded the corner, I found our part-time accountant, Diane, sitting at the receptionist’s desk, tapping away on the computer there. “Oh Hi!” I said, “I heard the door slam earlier, I assumed it was Dave. Are you getting behind on your work?”

“Just a bit, I had to leave early Thursday to get Nicholas off the bus, so I’m trying to catch up.

“Well no hurry, I’ll be here for while, so take your time.” I said.

“I should only be an hour or so.” She said, giving me her usual friendly smile, although this one lingered a bit longer than normal. I returned the smile and headed back to my office.

I had often wondered about Diane, she was attractive for her age, late forties I would say, petite and slim. She often came across as demure and shy, yet I had joked with her on occasion and we shared a few laughs. One of my co-workers would have referred to her as a “Sleeper”. You know the type, soft and gentle, but a wildcat in the sack. I thought she might be what that same friend might call a “bouncer”, meaning a petite woman who rather enjoyed being on top. I had, on more than one occasion, thought about finding out for myself, but she worked only one day a week and no opportunity had ever presented itself.

I tried to push those thoughts out of my head and got back to work. A few minutes later, my phone beeped and I heard Diane’s voice over the intercom. “Dan, could you give me a hand up here for a minute. I want to move a couple of filing cabinets.”

“Sure,” I said, “I’ll be right up.”

Returning to her area, I found her with her back to me, bent over, trying to move a cabinet into the corner. She was dressed casually in a spaghetti strap top and a knee length skirt that fit her form very nicely. She must have heard me coming and spun around, catching me in the act of admiring her ass. She grinned knowingly and said, “This thing must have bricks in it!”

“Yeah, that’s where we keep them now.” I chuckled.

“Right, just get over and help me will you!”

” I’m coming already!” I said as I moved to the other end of the cabinet. I could just get it off the ground enough so that she could bend toward me and push in my direction. This afforded me a great view of her breasts hanging braless in her loose top and jiggling slightly from side to side as she shoved. She glanced up and again caught me staring.

“That’s twice Dan,” she laughed. Once more and you’re out!

Feeling myself blush I said, “I can’t help it, you’re a beautiful woman, and I normally don’t see you dressed this way. Usually you’re all business-like.”

“So you like this old thing?” She said, grabbing the material on her shirt. I haven’t worn it in ages. I really didn’t think I would see anyone here today.”

“I don’t think it’s the shirt, it’s what’s in it that looks great. Seriously, you’re in great shape!”‘

Now it was her turn to blush. “Thanks, I’ve been working really hard at it. I’m glad someone finally noticed.” She said, her smile fading away.

“How could your husband not notice. Has he recently gone blind?” I said, trying to bring her smile escort bayan bakırköy back. It worked, but briefly.

“Ever since I ‘finally’ gave him a son, I’ve become the invisible woman at home. His whole world revolves around Nicholas now.”

I knew from previous conversations that she had two grown daughters, and a son who was born only five or six years ago, creating a gap of 19 years between births. Her husband had seemed like a nice guy, but I had met him only briefly a couple of times.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize things were so bad.”

“They’re not really that bad,” she replied, “I could just stand a little more attention, you know?”

“Well, if that’s all you need, perhaps I could help you out with that?” I asked timidly, half expecting a slap. When she just stood there looking up at me with those big puppy-dog eyes, I plowed on. “I mean, I’ve always wondered about you. You seem like you have a sort of stored passion that only comes out under certain circumstances, if you know what I mean?” She didn’t say a word, she just kept staring at me, so I decided on a retreat. “I’m sorry, it was totally inappropriate of me to say that. Sometimes the words come out before I can stop myself, I hope you can forgive me.”

I turned to walk away when I felt her hand on my shoulder. She turned me back to her, grabbing each side of my face and brought my lips to hers for a soft, passionate kiss. When she pulled away and opened her eyes, she said, “Actually, I could use something more than a little attention.”

“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” I said.

“Then shut up and kiss me.” She said, pulling me in for some deep kisses. Her tongue found it’s way between my lips and I met it with my own. Her breathing almost instantly increased as she began to devour my mouth. Her hands explored my chest, back and dropped to my ass. She grabbed me there and pulled me closer, my now raging hard-on trying to rip through my shorts into her. I slid my fingers up under her shoulder length hair and cradled the back of her head as I kissed her. My other hand found the small of her back and slid up underneath her shirt pulling her into me. Her nipples had become so erect that I could feel them poking through her shirt and mine. With both hands I started to lift her shirt up, she raised her arms to help me and stopped kissing me just long enough to lift it over her head.

I took her around the waist, thinking there must be a better place for this, and lifted her up, she weighed no more than 100lbs. She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her to the nearby employee’s lounge, where I put her down on the sofa. I stood up, removed my shirt and knelt down at her feet. The button on her skirt popped open with a twist of her fingers as she lifted her ass and quickly shoved her skirt down to her knees where I took over and removed it completely. Her underwear, white cotton with little flowers on them, went next in the same fashion.

She lay there on the sofa, naked, looking up at me with those eyes, as if to say, “Make love to me already!” I just had to stop for a second to take her in. She was beautiful. Her fair skin and curly dark locks made her seem like a porcelain doll. Her breasts were probably a c-cup and perfectly shaped with smallish areolas and long nipples of the kind that were perpetually erect. Her stomach was nearly flat and bore only the slightest evidence of her motherhood. Her legs were creamy smooth and she wore just a small patch of pubic hair above her shaved lips. I nearly came just at the sight of her.

I lowered my head to her breasts, kissing my way between them up to her mouth where I lingered for a passionate kiss. I then returned to her breasts, enjoying a nipple briefly with a wet kiss then moving to the other. I felt her hands on the top of my head actually pushing me down toward her tender mound. Her legs parted for me and I slid my hands between them and under her ass, which was as taught as I had hoped. My tongue found it’s way to her slit and began gently, licking up and down, parting her lips a bit and lingering over her clitoris. She squirmed when I touched her there, her eyes closed and her breathing became rapid. I picked up the pace, escort halkalı pulling her a little tighter to me, I alternated flicking her clit, sucking it in and rotating my tongue around it. One of her hands ran through my hair, massaging me lightly and helped to guide my oral gyrations. Her other hand moved up to her nipples, pinching them one at a time and kneading her breasts until they were pink from the abuse.

The sight of her grinding away at her breasts only made me work harder on her perfect little pussy. I buried my face in her. I reached under ass and over her thighs, tugging her lips apart and sucked her clit harder and harder. “Oh that’s it!” She said expelling a giant breath, “you’re going to make me come!” Panting harder now she said, “Come on, just a little more, Oh God that’s it! Yes!” She bucked violently as her first orgasm overtook her. She squeezed her breasts hard, pinching at the nipples then reached back down to my head, pulling my face into her. After what seemed like forever, she released me, practically gasping for breath and pulled my head up to her face where her tongue probed my mouth in search of her own juices.

She let me pull away from her just a little to catch my breath and she looked me in the eye and said, “Oh God, I haven’t had one like that in a really long time, I can’t tell you how badly I needed that.”

“I hope we’re not done quite yet.” I said.

“Not even close,” she replied. “I know there’s a few more left in me.”

She pushed me gently away from her and pulling on my waistband, stood me up. She sat up, grasping the snap on my shorts and pulling them open. She reached down inside my parts, grabbing my cock and pulling it up and out of my shorts. It immediately went into her mouth and she began a slow in and out, all the while dropping my shorts to the floor. I kicked them aside, closed my eyes and enjoyed what she was doing to me. Her mouth was warm and wonderful, her tongue skillful and her technique masterful. She spent some time licking sideways on the underside of the end of my penis, teasing me, then plunging it all the way in and back out very slowly, causing me to emit an involuntary groan each time. As the minutes progressed, her speed increased until I was nearly ready to explode. Sensing this, she used her hand near the base of my shaft while using her mouth only on the end. She pumped me harder and faster, faster and harder, my breathing got very fast. The sound of her slurping at the end of my dick was bringing me to the brink. I began to moan with each stroke of her hand, “That’s it….yeah….That’s it…I’m gonnnaaaa come!” My hips jerked with the first shot, she gagged a bit but managed to hold me in, swallowing hungrily with each spurt. As my orgasm subsided, she gave me a few more deep strokes into her mouth, cleaning me up very nicely.

We flopped over sideways onto the sofa and I held her tightly for a minute or two, kissing her passionately. I slid my hand down to her slit and she eagerly spread her legs and moved around a bit to give me easier access. Slipping a finger into her, I gently glided it in and out for a bit then brought my hand up to her mouth. She opened her mouth and sucked in 2 fingers, tasting her own juices for a second then slobbered them with saliva. I returned them to her pussy, sliding first one, then two fingers into her, working them in a bit at a time, while tickling her clit in a circular fashion with my thumb. She squirmed and squealed with delight and reached between my legs to find my spent member. Turns out it just needed a little attention, as it immediately began to stiffen. I continued to work those fingers in and out, pausing to let her taste herself now and then, or to rub her entire slit. When she was sopping wet, I removed the fingers from her vagina, replacing them with my thumb. I then moved my well lubricated middle finger to her anus and began to circle it, pressing lightly.

“What are you doing?” She breathed into my ear. “I’m not sure I want you to do that.”

“Just give it a chance,” I replied. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“Alright, just go nice and easy, I’ve never had anything in there before.” She breathed into my ear while pulling one knee up a little escort bayan ataköy to allow me easier access.

I continued with the pressure, all the while working my thumb deep inside her, then pulling it out to massage her clit for a while then plunging back in. Eventually my finger broke the seal on her anus, pushing into her just to the first knuckle. She let out a deep moan as I did, and I just let it sit there for a bit to let her get used to the feeling. She was really starting to get into it now. Her hips were moving in time with my thumb thrusts and every few minutes I pushed my finger a bit deeper into her ass. She moaned loudly each time I pushed but she never asked me to stop. When I reached the second knuckle she breathed into my ear, “Go ahead, push it in there.”

With one big push I buried the rest of my meaty finger into her, she stiffened and arched her back to receive it and held her breath as it went. When I reached full penetration she exhaled loudly and moaned, “Oh god that’s great, I feel so filled, I can hardly stand it.” With that I returned my thumb to her clit and rubbed in a circle. She brought her arms up around my neck and held on for dear life. She was going to come and fast. I kept it up and increased the pace as she neared climax. When she finally let go, she nearly strangled me bucking like a crazy woman and cinching her arms around my neck very tightly. As she came down, she loosened her grip a bit with each exhalation.

We lay in each other’s arms for a while, just holding on, wanting the time to go slowly. She looked up at me and said, “Dan, I want you to fuck me, and I want you to fuck me hard.” Without waiting for an answer, she was up off the sofa and walked around next to the arm of it and bent over, motioning me to join her. As I came up behind her, she said over her shoulder, “I love this position, give me everything you have. We may never get a chance like this again.”

I had to spread my legs very wide apart to accommodate her lack of height. I placed my throbbing cock at her opening and slid it up and down, lubricating the tip. I began to push into her a little at a time, my god she was tight. It had obviously been quite a while. She got up on her toes and her body tensed with each little shove into her. When I had penetrated about half way, I started some gentle thrusting, easing into her a bit with each successive push. When I finally bottomed out, she and I let out a collective moan of relief. I rested for a second and just as I was about to start pumping, she reached between her legs to give my balls a squeeze. She said over her shoulder, “Let’s go big fella, I can’t stay on my toes forever!”

I backed my cock nearly all the way out, paused, then plunged into her to the hilt. This brought just the reaction I was looking for. Her back straightened and she took in a huge breath, releasing it as I eased back out again. Before long she was nodding her approval with each long, easy stroke into her. When we had found a good rhythm, I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. She matched me perfectly, slapping her ass back against me. She looked over her shoulder at me and growled, “Come on Danny, Fuck Me! Fuck Me Harder!”

My cock ached it was so in need of release. I hammered into her as hard as I could, I bent over her and reaching around I found her slit with my finger and began rubbing her clit. I went faster and faster, pounding into her and rubbing her clit. By now she was yelling her approval, “That’s it, that’s it, Oh Danny, I’m gonna come again! AAAHHHH!” When she let out the yell, it was all I could take, I rammed in as far as I could and deposited what must have been a quart of semen in giant, seemingly pint-sized spurts before collapsed on top of her. When I caught my breath, I turned her around and we hugged and kissed for a long time. Finally she pushed me away saying, “Thank you for this Danny, You’ll never know what it means to me.” She dressed quickly, stopped to give me a last hug and kiss, and off she went.

She glanced over her shoulder at me when she walked out the door, there were tears in her eyes. Seems she was fighting her own conflicting emotions. The sheer joy of great sex versus the guilt of cheating on a man that she really loved. I wasn’t sure if she would break down and tell him, or if she was strong enough to hold it in forever….We saw each other only at work after that and nothing ever happened. I can only assume that she loved her husband and no matter his faults wanted to remain a family. I guess I’ll just have to settle for the memories.

For the second time in a week, I found myself standing in Joyce’s kitchen with her on her knees and her fantastic mouth working my cock like the skilled artisan that she is. She changes up her technique, never allowing me to get used to one particular style of fellatio while I stand over her, looking down, and watching in amazement.

Her tiny hands twisted their way up the shaft, she stuck the tip of her tongue between my balls and licked gently, she took light nips at my nut sack with her perfectly aligned teeth, and then she’d open wide and shove her full face all the way down on it until she choked on it from its length. Every time I found myself building to an explosive orgasm, she’d change the tempo or the style of her cocksucking. When I’d reach down to curl my fingers in her hair and try to control her motions, she’d flip my hand away with one of hers. She never closed her eyes or stopped watching me while working my rod, so she saw my hand coming every time.

I vaguely wondered whether the furor with which she was sucking my dick was a reaction to me ruining a pair of her perfectly good panties on Saturday night (and not replacing them immediately like she’d told me to) or if she was “punishing” me for handling her so roughly during our first coupling.

I didn’t think about it long, since watching her petite form trying to handle my cock, which was clearly not made for such a small woman, was quite the turn on. She seemed quite intent on working me over without letting me come and for my part, I was willing to let her just so I could watch the show.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why I was risking my stable home life by diddling the pretty neighbor lady. With the skills she was exhibiting, I think most men would make the same decision.

The girlfriend was out late again, having dinner with one of her friends and certainly discussing all kinds of trivial things. I had decided to wander next door and drop in on Joyce and see if I could get a feel for whether Saturday’s tryst had been a one time fling, or if I would be able to work over that tight little box between her legs any time my girl was gone and her son was not home. Joyce knows that I’m with someone; hell she can see us together across the street from her house any day of the week. She clearly is only in this for the sex, just like I am.

When the late afternoon started to turn to evening, I had walked across the street to help her put a cover on her silver Mercury. As we worked in the cooling air, we spoke pleasantries in case any of the neighbors could hear. It wouldn’t do to have the neighbors whispering about us; that could mess up our happy homes. The privacy fence on either side of Joyce’s house would help us remain discreet, but there was always the possibility that a neighbor could see me walk up the long set of stairs to her wrap around porch.

In between phrases of greeting and “how do you do” that two neighbors would normally exchange, we held a second whispered conversation that was simply a prelude to the coming tempest of flying clothes and profane commands.

“Did you bring me some new drawers, asshole?” she hissed at me in mock-anger.

“No, but I’m willing to try to be more careful if given another chance.” There simply hadn’t been a chance to hit up a Victoria’s Secret or a Frederick’s of Hollywood since Saturday and I told her so. “I definitely plan to get you a nice replacement, but I haven’t done it yet.” In fact, my plans were to buy her something so naughty that she would never be able to forget who gave her the present. There hadn’t been time yet to make the purchase.

She looked at me as if I’d just become the most presumptuous person she knew, “You ruined a fifteen dollar pair of underwear and you think you can walk across the street any time you want and do it again?” she teased. “Fifteen bucks?” I thought. Hell my entire underwear collection isn’t worth fifteen bucks combined. “I’m willing to work hard and try to make it up to you.” My mock subservient tone made her pull a face in my direction.

We finished the job of covering the car, and she looked up and down the road to see if any neighbors were outside.

“Where’s your son?” I asked. I hadn’t seen him in several days. It was too much to hope that she’d sent him away to facilitate another encounter with me without the danger of him catching us together.

“Staying with his grandmother. He can ride the bus to school from her house. But that leaves me all alone here to watch TV, drink beer, and hit up the happy hours with Sheila.”

“Really? You sit in there and drink alone?” I asked.

“Not like a drunk in denial, stupid. I have a few before she picks me up so that when we run down to Talbot’s for happy hour, it doesn’t cost as much to get tight.”

“Speaking of ‘tight’,” I said, “why don’t we go inside, have another drink, and see if we can’t stretch you out again?”

She pretended to be shocked at my suggestion. Her mouth bakırköy escort bayan dropped open as her eyes widened. She started to say something, then caught herself. Wordlessly, she turned and mounted the stairs to her porch, opened the door, and went inside. The half open door was a clear invitation. I took one last look around and headed up the stairs. As my eyes adjusted to the low lighting in her house, I heard the door slam behind me. I turned to see her standing there naked but for her white Ked’s sneakers. A pile of girl clothes lay on the floor nearby. What a sight she was.

When we’d fucked on Saturday night, it was fast and abrupt, with no time to reflect and take in all the sights. Plus we’d never moved more than a foot apart. From six feet away, I was now able to properly check out her hot little body. Her B-cup breasts were still pert for a woman in her early forties, with very little noticeable sag. The legs that I admire all the time from across the road were certainly just as shapely and tanned as they appeared from the distance between our houses. Her tummy exhibited only the slightest bulge, a paunch that instead of looking slovenly on her, actually looked sexy. Instead of attempting to appear like the models in magazines, Joyce stood in her own kitchen, in her own skin, comfortable in being just what she is; a sexy, single mother in her early forties.

“Time to account for what you owe me.”

My raised eyebrow must have been taken as the challenge I intended it to be. She checked one last time to see if the door was locked and said, “Strip off those clothes. Don’t think. Just do it.”

Once I was down to just my underwear, she stepped to me quickly and grabbed the waistband and pulled…hard. The ripping sound took me by surprise and the force it took to tear through the elastic band pulled me towards her. The tearing away of the boxers almost made a rug burn on my sack and ass cheeks as the fabric pulled from my body. Standing there with the remains of the garment in her hand, she suppressed a laugh and threw them in the direction of the garbage can. She grabbed me roughly by the shaft of my cock and dragged me to the kitchen counter. I stood with my back to it, the hard, unaccommodating counter top pressed into my lower back. “So this is what that’s like for her when I took charge the other night,” I thought to myself as she dropped to her knees, never letting go of my prong.

Before gobbling up my shaft, she said, “Don’t even think that we’re even. My panties that you ruined cost a lot more than those fucking boxers.” For emphasis, she shoved my cock roughly into the back of her mouth and dragged her upper and lower teeth along its entire length. There was just enough pain from this action that I quickly re-affirmed that I intended to replace the expensive thong that I’d ruined a few days before. She allowed her lips to extend back over those perfect white teeth and protect my sensitive skin as she began to bob up and down on me.

While she stared up at me with my cock in her mouth, she used her free hand to kneed my nuts. If it was possible, I believe she would have started juggling them in their sack. While she roughly manipulated my balls, she allowed my dick to slide out of her mouth. Her slippery tongue worked the underside of my rod and the head of my cock slid back and forth across her forehead and into her bangs. Pre-cum started to make a stringy mess in her hair as I watched her lick and nip at the big vein on the underside of the shaft. Re-positioning herself on her knees, she straightened her back, cocked her head, and swallowed me to her tonsils. The sphincter in the back of her throat clutched at my cock head on every thrust and just as I was nearing orgasm, I felt her manicured finger at my back door.

In surprise, I tensed up, but she was insistent. As the French-tip nail pried at my asshole, I was overwhelmed with the sensations and fired off into her mouth. Reaching behind me with one hand, I steadied myself against the counter as I came, while holding her head with the other. She never let up. Her short strokes with her mouth, matched the short jabs she was making at my asshole. Suctioning all of the cum out of me, she made lewd noises in the back of her throat as she swallowed all I had to give. Not a drop escaped her mouth and I could see her throat working as she drank all of my cum.

Once I was dry, she abruptly removed her finger from my anus, allowed my cock to flop free of her mouth, and stood up. “Now that that’s out of the way, you’re going to service me. You’ve had your orgasm, now I want several. Follow me.”

She led me to the couch; I followed behind her while checking out her dirty blond hair, the smattering of freckles on her toned shoulders, the two small dimples at the small of her back, her pert little ass, and the glorious shape of those legs. Without ceremony, she sat back on the couch, kicked off her sneakers, put her hands behind escort esenyurt her knees, and pulled her legs up and apart. The dainty toes of each foot pointed up and away from the wrinkled soles of her feet, her nipples pointed straight towards the ceiling, and her unruly locks hung in a barely contained golden wash of color around her slender neck.

Her little pussy looked like it had been cleanly shaved recently; not a hair was to be found. Its pale lips blended so closely with the surrounding skin, that it was difficult to see where her inner thighs stopped and the lips began. Since I was pretty sure that I’d soon see it up close, I knew that I would soon be finding the border between the two. Playing the part of the oblivious guy, I stood before her and stroked my cock a few times as if preparing to mount her. Those blue eyes took an angry slant and she said, “Nope, we’re not doing that. Get down here and make me come with your mouth.”

When I dropped to my knees in front of her, her eyes softened. “Ah, you do take orders.” Then in a softer voice, “Good. Come on baby, make me come.”

I placed a hand on either side of her pussy and pulled gently at the skin until her pussy opened up like a dewy blossom. Nuzzling the outer lips softly, I heard her sigh as I began to work. Her light fragrance and butter soft skin were intoxicating; I moved with a subtle purpose and licked around her box deliberately. As I slowly worked my way from side to side and bottom to top, I avoided her vaginal hole and her clitoris. Both were areas that I wanted to pay special attention to, but only when I was ready to bring her off and not before.

After a few minutes of playing with her girl parts, she began to squirm slightly and make occasional moans. Since I knew I was on the right track, and that she was watching me, I took my left hand and held her slit open at the top, exposing her little clit. The small piercing there, held it up like a target for my mouth. I worked my tongue across it once or twice to let her know that I knew where a girls clitoris is located, but otherwise ignored it.

Juices were beginning to lubricate her hole, so I dipped my tongue into her vaginal opening once or twice to savor them. When her squirming and moaning increased, I lapped at her slit from bottom to top, taking a detour around her button. After a few seconds of this, she began to move around in an attempt to make me hit her clit with my tongue, but I deftly avoided the contact.

Once she was moving regularly and moaning more, I decided it was time to increase the intensity and work up to the full treatment. Her vagina was open, her clitoris was poking straight up, and her secretions were beginning to get past me and run down to the crack of her ass. Still holding her slit open with two fingers of my left hand, I poked two fingers of my right hand into her box and locked my lips around her clit. When I applied suction and my tongue to the little piercing and the flap of skin that it held prisoner, I also pushed my fingers further into her hole, curved the tips, and found the spongy mass of her G-spot. Her reaction was instant: It was like a timer had been started and when the countdown ended, she was going to explode.

Her moans and gyrations increased in intensity as my stroking of her G-spot picked up. I sucked and milked her clitoris in time with the fingers in her cunt. It was no longer necessary to hold her box open to suck on her clit, so I reached below me and stroked my own cock a few times.

What a site we must have made! Joyce was on her back with her bottom at the edge of the couch, both legs pulled back almost to her tits, and tossing her blond head from side to side while I knelt naked between her legs with one hand in her cunt and my mouth buried in her clit while stroking myself against the side of her red corduroy couch.

To speed up the countdown to her impending orgasm, I increased the speed of my fingers rubbing her G-spot and was rewarded by more vocalizations. I knew she was close, so I moved down and rimmed the outer lips of her anus with a finger from my free hand and once it was suitably lubricated, paid her in kind for the reaming I’d received a few moments before. As my finger pushed into her bottom, I felt her whole body tense up. I wasn’t sure how she was going to feel about me violating her ass, but what she’d attempted to do to me a few minutes before was encouraging, as was her reaction to my initial prodding of her rear with my finger.

Within a few seconds, it happened for her. She grew completely quiet as every muscle in her strained at the orgasm she was having. The finger in her butt was trapped and nearly immobile, the two in her twat simply pushed harder into her spongy G-spot, and although my head was held motionless by her clamping thighs, I was still able to suck and lap at her clitoris with my tongue. The only sound was the occasional clicking of her jeweled piercing against ataköy escort bayan my front teeth.

Liquid flowed out of her like a faucet had been turned on and dripped down onto the finger in her ass. She didn’t shoot a stream of cum like some women I’ve been with; it seemed to just release and run out of her. The creamy liquid had hardly any smell and the creamy, nearly clear color was the only evidence of its existence. As her first orgasm subsided, I determined not to allow her to come down all the way, and went back to gently stroking her G-spot while licking up the secretions ebbing from between her labia.

When I began to move the finger in her asshole again, her jerking started again. I was gentle with her clit now, since I knew she’d be sensitive in this area, but there was no way I was going to quit after only one orgasm. As my finger pushed into her nether hole and began a stroking motion, I matched its rhythm with the two in her pussy. She then began to jerk in earnest again and when her soft moans increased in intensity, I knew she was on the build-up to number two. All of my fingers in her were soaked with her juices and it served to lube them for the work they were doing. Her pussy began clamping tightly to my fingers and it was matched by the warm tightness of her rear passage around my slick finger there.

“My God, I don’t believe it!” she gasped before another orgasm took the air from her. She came again with a force that was twice that of the first. I pushed my finger into her ass all the way and began the motion of stroking it in and out while licking furiously at everything that was flowing out of her pussy. She was breathless and unable to make a sound again so I again increased my efforts. The metal knob of her piercing in my mouth made it easy to hold her clit between my lips and attempt to control her motions. Nonetheless, I moved my head all over her cunt, lapping at her juices, licking the inner lips, and tweaking her nub. The orgasms came one right after another and I held her in this state for what must have been two minutes. Several times she jerked violently, held herself motionless while the muscles in her stomach stood out in sharp relief to her soft breasts, and then would resume breathing in ragged gasps. Her nipples pointed at the ceiling as she arched her back, her fingers would splay out from her palms, and her mouth made a perfect circle as it gasped for air. This long string of orgasms was not as powerful as the first two, but she was clearly enjoying them and the fact that they just kept coming.

When she started to come down, she gathered her wits and looked down at me. My face was soaked with her juices but my mouth was still gently lapping at her nub. The hand I held at her pussy was shiny with her secretions from where the fingers stuck in her almost up to my palm. The single digit in her anus was slick up to the last knuckle and gently pushing back and forth. Some of her cum had even run down past that hand and started to wet the side of the couch. For my part, I was happy with the pleasure I’d given her and the sights and tastes I’d enjoyed. She appeared sated and satisfied, a condition I was glad I had been able to cause.

She came down from her bliss and either was chilly or self conscious in her disheveled nudity or both. The sheen of sweat she had developed most likely combined with the house’s air conditioning to chill her, but the lewdness of the naked neighbor between her legs with his fingers and tongue still filling her holes may have had something to do with it too. In any case, she pulled a small throw blanket from the back of the couch and covered herself from the breasts down and probably expected me to crawl out from beneath it and allow her to relax and recover. Since I still had her in an accessible position, I flattened my tongue and began gently licking from her taint to the top of her cunt with broad swipes.

I pulled my fingers from her holes and used my hands to hold her knees up in the air on either side of her, an act which held her open even more than she had been a moment before. I licked her clean of her girl cum and began to feel the signs of her renewed interest. There was at least one more orgasm in there, I was sure of it.

“That is soooo good.” she whispered. “Nobody has ever spent that much time making sure that I got to come so much or so hard.”

I was hidden beneath the loosely knit blanket while the last, soft shafts of golden evening light stabbed down through the covering, allowing me to see the inflamed labia and angry red condition of her pussy hole. Pushing back a little further, her knees contacted her breasts so that she was almost bent in half, an act which pointed her pussy nearly straight up and exposed her winking brown eye which had so recently been violated.

“I’m not done, yet,” I said after coming up for a breath. “And when I say ‘I’, I mean ‘you'” I joked.

“Mmmmm,” was all the response I got to a rather long and slow lick over her recovering pussy.

Since now her asshole was in plain view as well, I gathered as much saliva as possible on my tongue before my next trip from her bottom to top. This time, I started my travels an inch or two lower and as my tongue tip contacted her anus, I left the glob of spit on the rim.

It was Friday morning, the last day of their business trip to Chicago. The convention had been quite successful, and they had a little more work to do before they departed on Saturday morning. They were staying in a suite with two bedrooms, one on either side of the main room. The room worked perfectly for the business at hand. It had a couch and television on one side of the room, and a large dining room table on the other, which is where they worked together. The doors to their respective bedrooms were on opposite sides of the suite. They were on the top floor, and outside was a perfect view of Lake Michigan.

Jersey had a strict rule about work people. She did not get involved with them. Steve showed no apparent interest, so she was relieved that she didn’t have to deal with that situation, especially since she found Steve to be quite attractive. She was a big girl, and she liked it. Sporting a plump, full ass on legs that matched, a round tummy and ripe, bountiful tits that her bra could barely contain. Jersey knew she wasn’t for everyone, and didn’t care. There was no sense worrying about people that didn’t care for her. She well knew that there were many men that found women like her to be incredibly sexy, and she FELT incredibly sexy.

Jersey had finished showering and walked out her bathroom to get her pocketbook. She realized that she had left it out in the main room when she went to put on her makeup. Wrapping a towel around herself, she peeked out into the main room and saw that it was empty. With her hair still dripping wet, she padded across the room to grab the pocketbook off of the couch. She grabbed it and turned around to return to her room, and there was Steve.

Jersey let out a little yell of surprise when she saw him, and suddenly felt very self-conscious as she stood before Steve in a towel that barely covered her flesh. She noticed that he had somehow glided between her and the door to her bedroom, and the way he was looking escort bakırköy at her made her realize that she had misjudged him. He was taking in every curve of her body, and he liked what he saw.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were out here. I needed to get my pocketbook,” Jersey stammered.

Steve just looked at her and smiled. Determined to not have this get out of hand, Jersey started for her room. As she started to walk around him, Steve grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her in front of him. He grabbed the pocketbook and tossed it to the floor. Before she could protest, Steve grabbed a handful of her wet hair and tilted her head back so that she was looking up at him. He bent over and kissed her, deeply, and she felt her knees go weak. Steve pushed Jersey against the wall and pressed his body against her as his free hand began to roam around her flesh. Steve continued kissing her as he touched her everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except her now needy pussy.

Jersey knew that it was her body that had controlled him to this point, but that he was now in control of her. Her rules gone like the wind, her body obeyed him without words being spoken. Her need grew as he kissed and touched her, his warm tongue lapping up a rivulet of water running down her neck from her still wet hair. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her as he positioned a leg between hers and forced her thighs apart. He stared into her eyes, still holding her head by the hair, as his hand found her needy, dripping cunt. Any hope that Jersey had of stopping this from continuing disappeared as his fingers manipulated her throbbing clit. Jersey was literally panting as he toyed with it, and in almost no time she shuddered in a powerful orgasm that left her legs shaking.

Steve deftly stepped to her side, bent down, and scooped her up in him arms. Jersey was not a girl that had men picked up like this. It made her feel vulnerable and şirinevler escort feminine and needy. She clung to him as he carried her into his bedroom and placed her upon his bed. Steve knelt beside her and slapped her hand away as she reached for his cock.

“Not yet,” he admonished.

He grabbed a few pillows and positioned them under her ass so that her cunt was facing up and fully exposed. He crawled between her legs and covered her freshly shaven pussy with his mouth. Jersey tilted her head back and brought her hands to her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as Steve toyed with her pussy. First, he concentrated on and around her clit, alternating between being so gentle she could barely feel him with long hard strokes of his tongue. Every so often, he would slip his tongue inside her and wiggle it around, enjoying the taste of her and making her gasp and squirm.

She lost count of how many times she had cum, and he had yet to even slip a finger inside her. Steve now remedied that, slipping first one, then two, then three and four fingers into her creamy pussy. He watched her face contort as her fucked her with his hand that way. When she came, her cunt contracted so hard he thought she might break his fingers.

He reluctantly puled free of her, and stood up beside the bed. He started to get undressed, first pulling off his shirt, then lowering his pants to the floor and stepping free of them. Jersey stared at his large cock still trapped in his briefs. He reached down and freed it, tossing the underwear aside. Steve rolled her over onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. Jersey looked up and was happy to realize that the sliding doors of the closet were actually full length mirrors, and she could watch Steve’s powerfully built body as he knelt behind her.

Steve teased her by rubbing his cock up and down the slit of her throbbing and overly sensitive cunt. Her eyes pleaded escort ataköy with him as he teased her with an evil grin. When he was ready, Steve pierced her lips and pushed fully inside her hard and fast, eliciting a grunt and a moan from Jersey. He grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her hard with a steady, regular pace. All rational thought had left Jersey at this point. Nature had taken over as she was reduced to the human animal that exists in all of us. The only thing she cared about at this point was having Steve fill her cunt with his cum. It didn’t matter that she was on the pill. The wild bitch in her needed his cum inside her. She grasped his cock tightly with every muscle in her cunt as she moved with him, grunting and moaning as she did. She was overwhelmed at how full she felt was he was deep within her.

Jersey watched his face in the mirror as they fucked, her tits swinging back and forth as they moved. She could see the orgasm building within him, and it excited her to no end. Her own orgasm was building as well, and tremors filled her body as she came once more a few seconds before Steve grunted and began releasing a torrent of cum deep inside her. He pumped into her until he had nothing left, and then collapsed on top of her on the bed.

They lay like that for a while, until his cock subsided and slipped free of her. Steve slipped off of her and rolled onto his back, and Jersey curled up, clinging to him as she settled her head onto his shoulder. The exhausted couple dozed for a couple of hours before Jersey woke up, still curled up with her head on his chest. She opened her eyes and looked down at his now flaccid cock. She thought it beautiful, and reached down to touch it with her hand for the first time. She started to pet and stroke it, and was very happy when it began to become hard and engorged in her hand. She stroked it more, then nibbled her way down his chest and stomach until her face was above it and her hair hung down and tickled him.

Jersey looked up at Steve, who was now fully awake. She had a hopeful look on her face as she bit her lip playfully.

“Can it be my turn now,” she asked.

Steve nodded and smiled, and Jersey let out a big happy sigh as she lowered her mouth to Steve’s waiting cock.

This story, a joint venture of dawnj and me, was both a lot of fun and very exciting to write. We hope it’s a lot of fun to read, too.

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I will never forget the look you gave me when I turned up on the symposium, out of the blue. I hadn’t told you I would come, because I meant to surprise you — I certainly did. Your eyes almost popped out of your head…I felt so sorry; I didn’t mean it that way. You didn’t take it amiss, though, fortunately.

I’m trying to select the right clothes to wear to take you out for dinner – but as it is one of the things we never talked about in our email contacts, I just have to follow my own lead; there’s no reference section for me there.

We have known each other — how long? It seems like always; but it cannot be more than a little over six months that we chanced upon each other on an online forum on teaching literature and started to talk to each other outside of it…

It was strange – your ideas on teaching echoed mine in an uncanny way, and we liked all sorts of other things, too, and I started to look forward to our talks eagerly — I even got grumpy when we couldn’t talk for whatever reason.

Then you told me of the symposium. It was exactly half term here, and I got a brainwave. I’d always wanted to visit New York, and visit the Guggenheim Museum, and wander in Central Park, and go up the Empire State Building, and sit and look at the Hudson. A forefather of mine must have sailed up it…Is it possible at all? I don’t know; New York isn’t London, and perhaps you can only stand and stare…

But now there was a truly good reason to go. I don’t think I would have gone, otherwise.

You told me enough to go and book myself in, and the rest was easy enough. After the initial shock of finding me here, I was treated to the most brilliant smile I’ve ever seen. I knew it from the pictures you sent, but in real life it was so animated, and you lovely brown eyes sparkled. You’d told me you were proud of your legs – I could see why! Oh girl, you bowled me over online; now you easily did it again. Wow. I hope you didn’t notice me looking at your breasts…I still feel all warm and fuzzy and hot and bothered. I loved this day — can’t say I heard much of the symposium, but that’s alright, I will read the handouts when I’m back home.

We talked and talked during breaks. I love your voice — it reaches parts of me other voices can’t reach – and your face… I could just sit for hours and drown in it.

Phew. I have to concentrate on getting dressed. You agreed to come and have dinner with me…We’ll be meeting in the lobby in five minutes, and I want to be there in time — I hate making people wait.

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I smooth my hands down the sides of my dress, as much to calm my nerves as to make sure I’m not ruffled anywhere. The black dress falls just to my knees in a demure pencil skirt hemline that belies the dramatic neckline — scalloped but seductive despite the fact that it hides my cleavage nicely. It is demure enough not to raise any eyebrows, but sexy enough to make anyone who wanted to, take a second look. I hate that I don’t have a flat belly, and that my arms are fat, but I know the dress will disguise my imperfections, and maybe I will get lucky and you’ll not notice all that. I thank my lucky stars that I had decided to bring a second formal dress, in the event I have to do more than go to the final grand ballroom celebration on the last night. I know the ball gown I have ready for that occasion would be over the top tonight, but I want to look as good as I can for a first date with the stranger who is also my friend.

I touch my hand to the silver chain that gleams at my neck, and remind myself that I look quite presentable.

I know when you get to the lobby before I see you, because the fine hairs on my arms stand on end, as though they have been electrified. I look up and meet your eyes, and immediately the charge arcs between us. You smile at me, and I watch your blue eyes grow warm. You are a handsome man, gray hair adding to a distinguished jaw line. It suits you, as does the dark business suit that you’re wearing. The crisp white shirt and dark tie are conservative, and they match my outfit nicely.

I return your smile and allow you to take my elbow and lead me out to a waiting cab, which takes us to a nearby restaurant. How you have managed to secure us a table for two in the quietest part of the restaurant I will never know, but I’m grateful for the dim lights and ambiance. You’ve been a true gentleman so far, though every touch is electric, no matter how accidental. We talk of everything and nothing through the courses of the meal — your parents and cousins, your trip to Sri Lanka, your plans for Christmas, my issues with my principal, my plans for the house, my new business. By the time dessert arrives, we are all caught up, and comfortable in each other’s company.

I’ve been wondering all evening what it would be like to hold hands with you, and I look down as I scoop some ice cream into my spoon. Your fingers are long and slender, and your bakırköy escort hands are ropy and large — a man’s hands. I’m fascinated by them — the blunt fingernails, clean, almost buffed, the veins on the backs of them, the large knuckles, as though you are used to cracking them. Without thinking, I reach across and rest my palm over your hand. You look up, startled for a second, and then a slow, heated smile breaks over your face. You turn your palm to mine, and your big hand engulfs my small one. Instantly, I am so hot I can hardly breathe, and when you raise my hand to your lips and kiss each knuckle, I cannot stop the trembling that overcomes me.

You abandon your own dessert to cup my hand between yours, and I wonder, suddenly afraid, that you won’t be able to control the urge to kiss me that I can see lurking in your gaze, which is fastened on my lips. I can feel myself blushing. When you lean forward, my heart hammers in my chest, wondering where this new and urgent intimacy will take us.

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I slowly look up from those tempting lips to your eyes — my seated heart knocks at my ribs, but I see a look of anxiety there. I remember your emails — I know them by heart, more or less — and I have to go slowly, so I smile at you, and nod, and slowly the anxiety leaves your face again for a lazy smile. Penny for you thoughts…

In our emails I would have asked you straight away — sitting here face to face is different. It really is — more joyous, but it is harder to restrain the urges your smile sends up and down my back, making me shiver a little with the thoughts that course through my mind, the feelings I can only suppress wit an effort, and I feel a little shy — being able to blurt things out without being seen has its advantages…

Still, I’m afraid my face is one big smile all the time — I haven’t felt so happy for years, and I tell you so. It just slips out before I know.

I was never good at flirting — we did flirt a little on line, but I had to be shown — and I didn’t intend it as such, but it sets your face aglow. You look so beautiful it makes me blush, and I run my hands over my cheeks, which makes them only feel hotter.

I put my hand on the table again, so you can put yours in mine if you want — I know it was an impulse, and I know you are rather weary of men — and to my delight you put yours in mine again. I think I blush even more; you must notice. I look at you to see if you don’t think I’m being ridiculous — but the smile I like so much is still there. The old country song you sent me plays through my mind – Faith and Tim singing “It’s your love,” and you have a look on your face I cannot describe but it goes straight to my heart.

I finish my dessert. It’s good but I don’t think I really do it justice; my mind is too much on other things. You toy a little with your wineglass, running your fingers along the stem, and that makes me think some very ungentlemanly thoughts… I feel a stirring I don’t want just now — not yet. I have to look away from your hands.

When I’ve finished my dessert I ask if you like some coffee but you decline. So is there anywhere else you’d like to go? You look at me with a far-off look in your eyes. Then you smile at me, and your smile does something strange to my knees…

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I tell you that I’ve never been dancing with a man before, that my few such excursions were always with my girlfriends at a club they’d drag me to. Your smile shows your delight at the prospect, and we make our way to the club recommended by the waiter whom you ask for suggestions. The club is full, mostly with a younger crowd, but we make our way over to the bar, order drinks — another first for me — and wait for a song that appeals to us both. The musical choices have been eclectic, to say the least, but this club has an old-time feature…a jukebox. We watch as a few people go to it and make their choice for the next dance, and when we hear the one a couple who look like punk rockers choose, we stare at each other for a long heartbeat and then place our glasses carefully down and walk over to the dance floor.

You take my hand and pull me into your body, and we’re almost hugging as we move slowly to Faith and Tim. I cannot believe that anyone in such a hip place would choose such a song to dance to, but the floor is crowded with couples swaying to the tune. I feel your grip tighten around my waist, and I feel your body hardening. You try to keep space between us, but you cannot hide the fact of your arousal from me, and it turns me on. We both try to remain calm and collected, but I can feel the faint trembling in the fingers that hold my hand. You’re singing the words softly as the song comes to an end — “And if you wonder ’bout the spell I’m under, oh-oh-oh it’s your love!” — and I hum along with you, caught up in the moment.

An unexpected burst of applause shakes me out of the daze I seem to have fallen into, and I join in, moving off the floor as another couple chooses a crazy teenage dance tune. I smile at you, and we watch escort bahçelievler for a moment as a smaller but very energetic crowd of dancers gyrate and jump and prance wildly on the dance floor. You ask me if I’m ready, and I wonder how you know that I am. I nod and we leave, you holding my hand tightly as if to make sure I don’t escape you. We decide to walk back to the hotel, holding hands the entire way, enjoying the cool night, the bright lights, and the electricity that sizzles between us.

Back in the hotel lobby, you tell me you’ll walk me to my room. I smile at your old-world chivalry and we take the elevator to the sixth floor. Outside my door, you ask if I enjoyed your surprise, and when I smile broadly at you, you seem relieved. I don’t want the night to end, and I wish I knew how to say it, but I bite my lip nervously instead and ask if you’d like a nightcap or a cup of coffee. Your face is wreathed in smiles as you accept my offer, and we go in together. I reach for the light switch as you push the door closed, and our hands touch. I gasp, and you bend your head. I raise mine, and our eyes meet. I want you to kiss me…all evening I’ve thrilled to the sound of your voice, to the smile you flash at me, to the flirtatious remarks you make to get me to smile at you, to the way your lips curve. Everything about you has been stirring me up, and I need a kiss to take the edge off the ache of longing I feel building inside me. I don’t know how to say what I want, or I’m afraid to give it voice, but I must have said something because you cup my face in your hands and lower your mouth to mine, your blue eyes never leaving my brown ones…

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Oh dear — to be allowed to kiss you… And then, perhaps…I kiss you hard and try to find your tongue, to taste your lips with your face in my hands, looking into your big brown eyes… I feel you press close to me — your soft breasts against my chest, your tongue doing wonderful things with mine while one hand firmly holds the back of my head. You seem to want this as much as I do, and you lead me to the side of the bed without breaking our kiss.

I find the zipper of your dress and undo it, expecting to be rapped over the knuckles — but as you don’t feel like doing so I open it slowly to find the skin beneath your clothes, warm and a little moist with anticipation — I hope — and use all I have to pay homage to it — my hands, my fingers and my tongue, and take it all slowly, and enjoy every moment of it. I try and make your nipples wet with my saliva, and pull at them with my lips first, and move the tip of my tongue back and forth over their tips. I caress your breasts with my hands, between excursions to your navel and short ones back to your mouth, alternated with little kisses on your breasts and nipples. I slowly exert more pressure and try to get your nipples as hard as possible, and tell you how nice they are, and when I have more or less succeeded I undo the clothing on your lower body with my hands and once those barriers are slighted I slide down your body with my mouth, first softly kneading your breasts with my hands and rolling your nipples between my fingers, and then lowering them over you to your stomach and around your navel.

You tremble with anticipation — and suddenly your legs seem to buckle and you sit down on the bed. I worry for a moment, but the smile you give me stops all that entirely; and you move up till you are stretched out on the bed.

I probe your navel with my tongue and tickle your belly, and then make a wet trail from your navel on down — down, down, down — and enjoy the smell of your lower body and the feeling of all the parts I can reach with my hands, and go down further until it is very obvious what I intend to do. I wait for a moment to find out if you’ll object — but you don’t and so I use my hands to caress your buttocks and lower my face between your legs, and use one hand to part the outer folds first, and the inner ones second — and then run my tongue along the length of your sex. Oooh! I must keep a grip on myself after all these years or I’ll have to wash some of my clothes… I push the tip of my tongue inside to taste you and lick the smooth, soft skin. Hmmm!

You have your hands in my hair and push my head down, and I can hear you breathe, and I try to see your face and you smile a lazy, slow smile. Your brown eyes are on mine for a moment. I run the tips of my fingers along your labia, and lick up to your clitoris without touching it — yet, and I resist any attempts to make me go there for a little time. Then I do — I wanted to all along, but I want to enjoy as much of it as possible. I hope you are not really in a hurry either. You aren’t. Finally I take the little nub between my lips and move my tongue over it, from left to right and back again, very fast, while trying to pull you into my mouth and to produce as much saliva as possible. My ears are red and hot, and my tongue feels wonderful, and so do my lips and hands. I try to make you explode, hard, and I touch your entrance with a finger ataköy escort while I continue to use my mouth, looking up all the while hoping to get a glimpse of your eyes. I run my hands up your body to your breasts — they have had to share the attention, and it’s their turn again while your smell is in my nose and my nose in your pubic hair. I continue until I find your legs around my head, and I softly nibble on you with my teeth, careful not to hurt you. I keep my ears geared for suggestions all the while; they will be executed promptly, whatever they are.

Meanwhile I try to get rid of my own clothes. Their confines are bothering me and I feel a little overdressed… It’s not too practical with one hand. The other is much more pleasantly employed, caressing your breasts and running up and down your belly. I do succeed to undo the fastenings, and stop a moment to get rid of them while you impatiently wait for the interruption to be over. Then I continue for a while, touching as much bare skin as I possibly can with my own, rubbing my thighs along your calves, and pressing my chest to your thighs. Then you feel you’ve been passive long enough, and you say you want another kiss, so I move up and stretch out alongside, and you hug me and we kiss.

You use your hands to investigate, and you find the effect you have on me, while I happily return to your breasts and buttocks with my hands.

You touch my member and I beam at you, loving the utterly new feeling of a woman’s — THIS woman’s — hands down there. Then I lie down and give myself over to that sensation, wondering what it is that you will do.

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I don’t really know what I want to do. I’m so overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude mixed in with lust and hunger so deep it’s almost terrifying. There had been no plan for this…it had just happened, overwhelming me with desires so sharp I could not seem to resist. Under the weight of those feelings, I stroke your hardening cock, loving the way it feels as I alternate between squeezing and stroking, and then, in heated imitation of future action, pumping it between my hands fast, then slow, listening to you catch your breath, feeling you holding it, as though you dare not breathe. I use a nail to tease the vein on the underside, and trace the line below the reddening head, and watch the colour suffuse your cheeks, your ears, and watch your eyes go bloodshot, and feel you stiffen and grow warm under my ministrations. I watch a pearly drop of semen pool in the little slit at the top, and I spread it over the head, watching as your cock jerks in my hands. I let go, and watch it jerk again, as though it can feel the weight of my fascinated gaze. I know you would probably love for me to suck you off, but I don’t know if I’m ready to do that just yet. I have to be wild with lust before I can, but I want to please you, so I decide that a tease is as good as a lick to a stiff cock. I bend over and brush my breasts over you, listening to your moan softly, and look up to see your smile. I’m in new territory here, not being one to initiate lovemaking, or do much of anything to assist the process, but I want to please you, so I try to be as innovative as I can be. I blow warm air over the head, and lick it, going down the sides teasingly. The licks are more flicks of my tongue than long lollipop licks, but they seem to drive you wild despite that. I decide to give you a treat, and go outside my comfort zone a bit. Watching the pleasure suffuse your face, I lower my lips till they cover the head of your hard staff, and I suck it slowly, lightly, then stopping to lick around it, as if it were an ice cream cone. You groan, and I smile, and suck again. Another, deeper groan greets that one, and I am surprised to feel myself getting wetter. I suck again, a bit harder, and scoot up so my pussy walls are close to your hand. I beg you to touch me as I suck you, and then I’m the one groaning as you rub my clit and push two fingers in, fucking me slowly as I suck and lick you. I have to fight to concentrate on what I’m doing for you, because you are rapidly bringing me closer to an edge I’m not yet ready to fall over. I want to keep feeling this building ecstasy, and I want to take you along with me. I want the fire to burn around us, higher and higher, without consuming us. I want to fuck but not come. I am so hungry, so horny, I can’t explain to you what I want. I’m beginning to feel the need to have that cock I’m sucking and stroking and pumping doing those things inside me, where I can grip it tight and ride it and fuck it and never stop. I moan around the head of your hard shaft, and you moan with me.

We’re both breathless, and aching, and hungry and wet…

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I know from your emails how much you are in a double bind in these things, how badly you want them and how much it takes out of you, and the treatment you are giving me must be so much of a victory over the conflicting feelings they make you feel, so much of a manifestation of trust I won’t take advantage of you, that it makes me feel very warm and grateful, and just a bit embarrassed — and very much into you. It also makes me feel very, very aroused. I cannot remember having been so hard, so excited, nor so overwhelmingly happy. I know I’ll have to let you choose the time and place, but that’s ok. You’re lovely, and I’m determined our lovemaking shall leave you as happy as it will leave me.

Priya and Matthew were great together. They were falling for each other. Had already fallen, in fact. That ship had already sailed. There was no putting the toothpaste back in the tube. Not when it comes to their feelings for each other.

Expressing those feelings aloud, well, that was another matter.

To express their love in words would drive home their infidelity. Their betrayal. As if it would suddenly make it more real. More tangible. Because they were married to other people, and in Matthew’s case it was with Priya’s sister. Right now, some naive part of them still considered this just a fling. A short-term fix on temporary marital unhappiness.

Friday was a cold day and when Matthew went to the door around lunchtime to answer the knock wearing just a t-shirt and boxers. Priya was standing there wearing a bell-shaped black hat and her long black coat that went down past her waist.

“Hi!” she sang, stepping inside. He kissed her mouth softly, lips smacking.

“Nice hat!”

“Thank you.” Priya chuckled, shutting the door behind her. She slipped out of her shoes and he noticed that she was wearing black socks under her faded blue jeans. She undid her coat and he took it from her, taking note of how big her breasts looked in her snug green shirt as he hung it up. Priya grabbed her hat and was about to pull it off when he stopped her.

“No.” he said, smiling. “Leave it on.”

Priya broke into the biggest smile, flashing her white teeth. She chuckled a little.

“Oooooh!” she purred, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck and stepping closer. “You like it that much, do you?”

He planted his lips on hers, kissing her hard. He pushed his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth and allowed it inside. She sent her long tongue into his mouth and the two in-laws stood at the front door kissing passionately.

Matthew ran his hands down the back of her body and clamped onto her ass over her jeans, squeezing the soft cheeks as her long tongue explored his mouth. Their lips were smacking loudly and they were breathing laboriously as he slowly backed her up to the living room. He brought his hands around to the front of her body and undid her belt and button, slowly pulling down her zipper.

Priya felt him tug her jeans downwards and she felt her pants slip down her legs and she pushed her tongue even further into his mouth. She felt her jeans get down to her knees and before she took another step backwards, she pulled a foot out of them and then broke the kiss. She shook her other foot until her jeans came off and she turned back to him, smiling happily. She grabbed his shirt as he stepped back up to her and pulled it up his body and over his head, dropping it on the floor near her jeans.

Matthew’s heart pounded with desire as he stared at Priya in her bell-shaped winter hat, her snug green shirt and her skimpy white cotton panties and black socks. He kissed her smiling lips and she was quick to open her mouth. His hands reached around the small woman and slid into the sides of her panties and cradled the cool skin of her bare bum. He backed her a few more steps down the hall as their tongues rubbed against one another. His hands began pushing her panties down and he broke the kiss, falling to one knee as he slid them down her long legs. ‘Wisp!’ The rectangle of her bush was revealed, and he could see the dark, puckered lips of her vagina between her thighs. She pulled her tiny feet out of them one by one, and he grabbed her sock and pulled it off. She offered him her other foot and he took off that sock as well, revealing both her beautiful feet. Her toenails were still polished a solid pink. His sister-in-law was now naked from the waist down. From where he knelt, he could smell the wonderful aroma of her treasure and he breathed her in deeply. He stood up, once more pulling her into his arms. He kissed her full lips, sucking her top one into his mouth over and over.

Their lips were smacking loudly and their breathing was getting heavy as they continued down the hall, her hands were frantically shoving his underwear down his legs, setting free his hard cock. He broke the kiss again as he pulled her green shirt up her body and over her big tits. She raised her arms and he pulled her shirt off, knocking her bell-shaped hat to the floor in the process. He stepped out of his underwear before bending and quickly scooping up her hat and placing it back on her head.

Smiling, Priya grabbed her hat and adjusted it properly, jutting her tits out in the process. They were barely contained in her black bra. Her cleavage was the most attractive sight in the world that moment. He grabbed her and pulled her near-naked body roughly back into his arms.

She was conscious of Matthew’s hard dick pressing against her belly as her searching lips again found his. A surge of desire went through her pussy when she felt his strong hands slide down her back and grab onto her naked bum cheeks and squeeze them passionately. She sent her long tongue far into his mouth, expressing fethiye escort her lust in that kiss.

Matthew loved feeling Priya’s bare ass and he massaged her soft cheeks as they made out mere feet from the door to the spare room. His one hand released her cheek and caressed up her back to her bra strap. With one hand he unsnapped her bra and felt it loosen between them. Without breaking the kiss, she reached between them and grabbed her bra, pulling it down off her arms and tossing it on the floor. Lips smacking loudly, they took another two steps towards the door.

Priya broke the kiss and suddenly pushed him back by his shoulders against the wall directly across from the doorway. He could see the lust in her eyes as she looked up at him. She slowly sunk to her knees before him, naked except for a winter hat. This was his wife’s sister.

She pressed her face against his shaft, her nose nuzzling the top portion while her mouth kissed at his base. She slowly kissed her way up his manhood, not using her hands as her dark eyes looked up at him underneath her bell-shaped hat. He watched her stick her tongue out and press it against the top of his cock and then slowly run it downwards. Priya’s full, beautiful lips kissed his balls and then her long tongue darted out again, this time running back up his hard cock. As she approached the top, her left hand – wedding ring glistening in the light – grabbed his pole and shoved the head into her warm mouth.

“Ohhhhh…” Matthew moaned, watching his sister-in-law’s full lips slide down his pole, making it disappear. When her sexy lips were near the base, she looked up at him with her beautiful dark eyes. Her mouth was nice and hot around him. The bell-shaped hat made the image ten times more exciting.

Priya could feel his hard cock pressing against the back of her mouth and she held it there for a moment, letting him enjoy the sensation. She then slid her lips back up his cock almost to the top before gliding them back down. She began to bob back and forth hungrily on his penis right there in the middle of his hallway. He leaned back against the wall and watched her suck his cock. He sighed again, softly. She was hungrily engulfing his manhood over and over again and the slurping noises grew louder and louder.

‘Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!’ the sounds echoed through the hallway, along with the sounds of her breathing through her nose. ‘Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!’

It was happening towards the other side of the house, but it was almost directly in front of the back door. If Zoe were to walk in, she would see her sister squatting naked in the hallway in front of her husband. Priya’s pretty little toes were bent on the floor, raising her heels in the air, her knees were bent and spread wide, her ass hovered mere inches above the hardwood. Huge, beautiful breasts were rocking up and down a little with the motion of her head bobbing back and forth against his waist. Her plump belly was squished into a couple of sexy rolls. Her lips were sliding up and down his stiff, white dick – that much could be seen clearly from the doorway. And the topper was – she was still wearing a winter hat.

‘Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!’ Priya was slobbering on his cock so much that her saliva was running down his shaft and coating his balls. She suddenly shoved him as far into her mouth as she could, even taking him into her throat a little. She looked up at him, fighting the gag reflex as long as she could.

Matthew was in heaven. His entire cock was in her beautiful mouth – Priya’s mouth! Her gorgeous eyes were looking up at him as if for approval. She slipped his penis out of her mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and looked up at him, gasping for breath. She gave him a beautiful, toothy smile and then pressed her lips against his mushroom head, kissing it. She held her lips there, giving him several kisses, her dark eyes locked on his the entire time.

She stood up and put her arms around his neck, giving him another toothy smile. He kissed her front teeth before she could cover them with her lips and she chuckled.

“I take it you liked that!” she exclaimed with her Indian accent.

He smiled back, his hands clamping onto her soft, smooth ass cheeks as he kissed her mouth. Their lips smacked loudly as he slowly backed her into the spare bedroom. Priya opened her mouth and sent her long tongue into his mouth and he followed suit, his hard cock pressing against her plump little belly. His hands squeezed her soft, naked bum cheeks as she backed up step by step.

Priya fell back onto the bed and Matthew fell on top of her, breaking the kiss for less than a second before kissing once again. The two in-laws kissed passionately as she adjusted further onto the bed and he adjusted with her. He was laying on top of her, between her open legs. His bare cock was pressed along the wet lips of her pussy. Their tongues danced against one another as they began writhing against each other.

The room was filled with alanya escort the sounds of their urgent kissing, as well as their loud panting. Her heart was pounding quickly as she felt the length of his hard penis rubbing up and down her sensitive slit and pushing against her.

He loved how hot her pussy was and he could tell that she was soaking wet by how slick his penis had become. He needed to be inside her, but before he did that, he was dying to worship her body. He gradually broke the kiss, sucking on her upper lip a couple of times before kissing her chin. As he kissed her neck, she lifted her head up. He put his mouth over her throat and sucked on her skin. He kissed down to Priya’s chest as she ran her fingers through his hair. His hand grabbed and squeezed her one soft breast while his lips and tongue trailed up the swell of the other one. He slowly licked around her dark areola before teasing over her erect nipple with his tongue. He sucked it into his mouth, teasing his tongue back and forth across it.

“Ohhhh…” Priya sighed, closing her eyes as she felt him tease her sensitive breast. She arched her back, jutting her tits into his face. She felt a little kinky that she was still wearing the bell-shaped winter hat.

Releasing her nipple, Matthew kissed down between her cleavage. Grabbing a wonderful breast in each hand, he pressed them on each side of his face. He kissed back and forth between them before kissing his way up her other large breast. He engulfed her nipple and areola in his mouth, teasing his tongue back and forth across it. He released it from his lips and kissed it over and over again, lovingly. He looked up at Priya and she was smiling down at him, showing her teeth. She looked sexy in that bell hat.

He began to kiss down her plump belly, kissing all over her stretch-marked skin to her navel. He sucked her skin just above her belly button into his mouth and then released it. He teased his tongue inside her belly button while she squirmed beneath him. He could smell the strong scent of her arousal as he again sucked her skin into his mouth. He kissed lower and lower until he was kissing over the tiny curls of her bush.

Priya slid her pretty feet up the bed on each side of him, opening her thighs up wider. He kissed the swollen, quivering lips of her treasure and heard her suck in her breath. He could taste her wonderful nectar on his lips. He kissed them again. Then he placed his mouth over her pussy and shoved his tongue inside her, licking upwards. He nudged her clit when he reached the top, pulling his tongue back into his mouth and drinking her cream. He couldn’t believe that he was tasting his sister-in-law’s pussy! Kissing her lips one more time, he turned and kissed the very top of her inside of her smooth thigh, sucking her skin into his mouth.

He ran his hands down the soft skin of her sexy thigh to her knee as kissed down her leg. His lips sucked nearly every inch of skin that Priya’s wonderful thigh had to offer. The scent of her pussy was still strong in his nostrils even as he approached her knee. He kissed over her kneecap, raising her leg higher in the air and kissing the skin underneath her knee. His lips trailed down her calf muscle as his one hand grabbed onto her little foot. Matthew kissed her ankle and then the side of her heel. He slowly trailed his lips along the instep of her beautiful foot, raising it higher. When he reached her big toe, he kissed the pink-polished toenail gently and then proceeded to kiss each individual toe down to her little one.

Matthew kissed the bottom of her foot, kissing back down to her heel. He kissed around her instep to the top of her foot and then kissed every inch of skin there. Priya wiggled her toes up and down as he kissed his way back towards them. He sucked her big toe into his mouth briefly before releasing it. He then sucked her three biggest toes into his mouth and kept them there as he looked down on her.

His wife’s sister lay before him, watching him with her big dark eyes as he sucked on her toes. Her absolutely gorgeous face was presented to him differently beneath that black, bell-shaped hat of hers that she wore. He pulled her toes out of his mouth and he kissed the big one as Priya gave him one of her big smiles, showing her teeth. He smiled back a little before sliding her big toe back into his mouth. His gaze slowly went down her beautiful body, over her big, perfect breasts when he suddenly felt tickling on his cheek. He turned and saw that his sister-in-law had raised her other foot to his face.

He kissed the top of that big toe and then took her offered foot in his hand, kissing the toe again. He kissed over the top of it and she chuckled. He kissed her little toe and kissed his way towards her big one. This time he sucked it in his mouth and playfully bit it.

“Ahhh!” Priya giggled, pulling her foot away. Matthew grabbed it and pressed her instep against his face. He kissed back and forth along her instep, covering every inch manavgat escort of it at least twice before running his lips back up to her big toe. He raised her foot higher, starting to kiss the bottom of it. Before long, he was back up to her toes again and he sucked her two biggest ones in his mouth. Holding them in his mouth, he slowly ran his hands to her ankle and up the smooth skin of her calf muscle. Pulling her toes out of his mouth, he kissed up the top of her foot to her ankle and quickly kissed his way up to her knee.

He kissed over her kneecap as she drew her legs up closer to her body, spreading them wide for her brother-in-law. Matthew could smell Priya’s wonderful pussy as he kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Holding her beautiful leg, he kissed every inch of the inside of her thigh, sucking on her skin and kissing closer and closer to her treasure. He kissed the very top of her leg, just beside the curls of her black pubic hair. Placing his hands on the back of her thighs he raised her legs so that her knees were pressed against her breasts. She placed her hands under her knees, holding her legs there and giving herself to him.

Matthew’s heart was beating out of his chest. His beautiful Indian sister-in-law, Priya, was naked on the bed before him (except for her bell hat) and she was holding her legs against her tits and giving her pussy to him. The swollen dark lips of that wonderful treasure were pressed tightly together, quivering. He gently kissed them and they shook when he touched them. Priya gasped, closing her eyes briefly before opening them to watch him between her thighs again.

He could taste her delicious pussy on his lips and he kissed her slit again. He then kissed each of her ass cheeks. He could see her tiny, dark little asshole underneath her gorgeous slit and he stuck out his tongue. Pressing his nose against her wet slit, he managed to touch the tip of his tongue against her little anus for the first time. He circled her rim once before gently slipping the tip just inside. He wiggled it.

“Ohhhhh…” Priya let out a sexy moan, closing her eyes. What was he doing? This was completely new for her. But she found that she… actually enjoyed feeling his tongue wiggle around her bum?

Matthew gave her asshole a gentle kiss. His tongue briefly licked across it. Not wanting to linger there because he wasn’t sure how she’d feel, he slowly licked up the skin between her anus and her pussy, continuing upward when he reached her petals. His tongue gathered her flowing nectar as he slowly licked up her slit, penetrating just a little. She let out another moan and his cock twitched at the sound of her sexy voice. As his tongue dragged upward, he gathered much of her tasty nectar. When his tongue nudged her clit, Priya shuddered noticeably. His hands were on the backs of her legs and he was looking down at her naked slit, but she was raised up enough that he could also see her asshole. He felt another strong urge to lick her there again. He shouldn’t. He should ease her into the idea. But he couldn’t help himself. He ducked lower again, slowly licking his tongue across her forbidden hole and clearly feeling it on the way by.

“Ohhhh…” Priya sighed. She didn’t protest so he touched her anal entrance with his tongue again. He wiggled his tongue against her asshole slowly and then gave it a little kiss. He kissed each of her bum cheeks and then poked the tip his tongue back into her anal tunnel. Licking upward, he pulled his tongue back out of it and once again licked up the skin between her ass and pussy.

This time when he reached her cunt he shoved his tongue inside, tasting her yummy nectar. Priya’s pussy was very wet and he licked along the roof of it before sucking her swollen petals into his mouth. He trapped them between his lips and rapidly lashed his tongue up and down them.

“Oh my gawd…” Priya moaned, writhing into his face as much as she could with her knees against her chest. He released her slit and suddenly wrapped his lips around her clit. “OHHHHH!” she groaned, wincing. Matthew licked at her clitoris as fast as he could and Priya could feel an orgasm rise quickly within her. Pressing his face right against her pussy, he lapped quickly across her tiny nub.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” she whined in a high pitch, writhing her crotch up and down agains his face frantically. His tongue was relentless and the tingles inside her were reaching a crescendo. Something snapped inside her.

“UNGHHH!” She cried out, cumming. Pure pleasure slammed into her. Her hands released her legs and she straightened them out on each side of his face as she came and came and came. “OH MY GAWD!” she grunted, struggling for control as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her. Her thrashing nearly knocked her cute bell-shaped hat off. All of her muscles tensed as she tried to handle it. Her vagina was pulsating and it was becoming too much. Her hands pushed at him.

Mercifully, Matthew released her button and gave her beautiful slit one more kiss, smiling up at her. Priya’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were closed and she had the biggest smile on her face. He ran his gaze down her naked body, over her gorgeous tits and past her beautiful stomach to her treasure. She had nice, long legs that framed her pussy, with thighs that were flawless. He couldn’t wait to make love to her.

Recalling this experience has already gotten me incredibly turned on, expect this to be sloppily written. This took place during the summer quite a few years ago while the rest of my family went out for the day. I stayed home because I had to work my part time high school job later. Since I was home I was tasked to do some wash before I had to leave, I had just woken up when I decided I wasn’t going to waste my precious time alone and already was getting a little excited deciding what to do with myself. After playing a bit in bed I decided to get the wash started and out of the way.

I had just taken a load of shirts out of the washer and put them into the drier. Mine and my mother and sisters clothes were all organized into bins ready to put into the washing machine. I started loading the underwear in next and felt my heart skip a beat when a nasty thought came across my mind. I’ll admit I’d thought about my sister sexually before, but could never fantasize about my mother in the same way even though I’d tried. I quickly separated underwear I knew were my sisters into a separate pile, what I wanted to find was something I could taste. After fishing through the pile I found a few that had some messy spots in the crotch. One in particular, a black pair, had a big round dried spot that had soaked through to the other side. There were a few stringy bits that worked their way out of the main big stain, and I felt my heart pound in my chest thinking about how nasty this was. For awhile I just played with myself standing there in my pjs to work myself up.

Eventually I decided to put in another load and take her underwear up to my bedroom where there wasn’t a cold concrete floor. I put them in a pile on my bed and sat down running karabük escort my fingers over the spots of my sisters dried pussy juice. Much to my delight as I pressed my finger into the black pair I felt a slight cold dampness, my heart raced. I brought my finger up and caught the scent of it. Musty, sweaty, a hint of salty sweetness, it smelled like stale pussy. I couldn’t say I liked the smell but it drove me wild all the same. While I brought my fingers to my own clit I brought her panties up to my face. With the crotch placed over my mouth and nose I laid back and began fingering myself. As I became even more turned on I imagined my sister sitting on my face, my tongue licked her and I sucked her taste into my mouth. I could feel my heart bumping inside my chest and the lightheaded feeling of sexual excitement at doing something so dirty. When I built up enough saliva to get them decently soaked I stuffed the entire crotch of her panties into my mouth. After chewing on the soaked fabric I sucked the wetness out of them. The strong flavor that came out of them made me gag, I didn’t expect it to be so sharp but I swallowed it all the same just like I would if it was really her. I kept sucking them knowing her cunt would be on my breath, my pussy clenched tight with arousal.

The grey pair weren’t as messy, just a dried slit shaped spot. I had put on the black ones and the damp feeling on my pussy kept me on edge. With my mouth open this time I rubbed the spot directly on my tongue in time with my fingers against my clit through her panties. Even though I couldn’t taste it directly anymore it still got me worked up cleaning up her mess, and I jammed them to the back osmaniye escort of my tongue so I would gag again. When I could no longer see the mess on them I decided these ones belonged in my ass. I poked the wet part into my asshole just enough to keep it in and tucked the rest under the others to hold them in place.

At this point I had resisted the urge to orgasm a number of times, I still had so much time to myself. I put my pj bottoms back on over her panties and made myself some tea, thinking about what I could do now that I was so worked up with less inhibition. I sat at my computer looking at some porn, continuing to work myself up for whatever I decided to do with the last pair. When I remembered I still had to shower, and noticed that I now had to pee, I felt the surge of excitement return and felt like I could orgasm right then. This would be the nastiest thing I’d ever done…

I stepped into the shower before turning the water on and placed the white underwear in the middle of the tub. For a few minutes I stood there playing with myself still feeling like I needed to be more worked up to do this, I was second guessing myself and thought it might just be better to lay in her bed and get myself off there. I got down on my knees and readied myself, pulling her black panties to the side so I could rub myself. I needed to pee now. When I let it go my heart rushed and I felt every bit of pleasure and excitement returning and radiating from between my legs, but I still wasn’t peeing… I was still hesitant. I pushed trying to force it out, it made me feel even more dirty and I muttered nasty thoughts to myself. Finally a leak trickled out, I pushed hard and marmaris escort then a full stream emptying out and flowing down into the tub soaking her white panties. I didn’t expect it to run down my thighs as well but the warm feeling mixed with everything else I was doing gave me a feeling of ecstasy. I lay back and felt it on my back and in my hair, I was shaking too hard to stay on my knees.

With both hands I began working myself up to orgasm, I wasn’t stopping this time. One finger in my pussy and the others running hard frantic circles over my clit drove me right to the edge. In the last moments before orgasm I grabbed her soaked white panties. My hand was shaking so hard I barely got them to my mouth before I felt myself erupt in orgasm. The shock of my pussy clenching had me yelping between gagging and choking on her piss soaked panties. I closed my eyes and gave up control, squirming around in my mess with each contraction.

Oh God what had I just done… I sat up and spit my piss out choking on the horrible taste, gasping for breath just made me gag over the smell. I lay on the floor of the tub regretting having done this. With my pussy still contracting softly I peeled the black panties off and slid them down my legs, I tugged the grey ones from my ass and wrung them dry, I hope she wouldn’t be able to tell what I had done with them.

After finishing my shower the underwear load went into the washing machine. I felt guilty and promised I would never do anything like this again, but I knew at the time I would do it again, and I knew I would eventually go even further into my perversions. Already I was getting pleasure out of thinking about what I had done, the regret was part of what made it exciting. I sat down in front of the washing machine and got myself off again, the orgasm came quick.

For the rest of the day I could still taste her stale cunt juice from her underwear. The gagging had forced the taste into my nose and I had to drink fruit juice all night at work in order to not taste it, I hoped to God nobody could smell it on my breath.

This is just an idea I had and decided to write. The next installment of “Control: Who Wants It?” will be my next post and will definitely be posted by the end of the month. Again I welcome suggestions for new ideas, but realize that there are some areas that I don’t think I would write all that well.

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“Ohh, yes there do it, yessss mooomyyy.” Zelma pulled on her dark nipples as the tongue moved in her pussy and her orgasm rocked her body with its force. Her breath came in sharp gasps as the slim nineteen year old Arabic woman reveled in the aftershock of her orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal she looked down at her friend Sophie, who made a comical sight, covered in Zelma’s cum and frowning.

“Sophie, what’s with that look, I thought you enjoyed my taste?” Sophie’s eyes narrowed and she stood grabbing a cloth to wipe her face. She waited until she was sure she was finished drying herself before turning back to Zelma seated on the bed with her arms crossed.

“I do enjoy how you taste, but I’m not a slut. I want to date you and would it kill you to return the favor. However the part that really irks me is the fact that when I go down on you, you’re not even here with me. Do you think I’m deaf or that I’m so lost in you that I would fail to notice that you call out “mommy” when you cum.” Sophie retrieved her clothes and Zelma said nothing. After she had dressed Sophie glared at Zelma daring her to speak. Zelma shrugged.

“Fine. I see no reason to lie to you. Yes, I am in love with my mother, I dream about her kneeling before me, serving my needs.” Sophie stared wide-eyed shaking her head.

“You would rather moon over your mother than enjoy a relationship with me? Fine (bitch) I don’t intend to do this again.” Sophie turned to open the door when Zelma spoke.

“You work at the lab tomorrow, right? We still on for lunch?” Sophie tensed up and the hand that had been reaching for the door was now clenching into a fist.

“You’re unbelievable, I have all but said that I don’t want to see you anymore.” She inhaled quickly and exhaled in a hiss. “Fine. I’ll meet you at the café, usual time.” Sophie just suppressed the urge to slam the door behind her. Zelma lay back idly stroking between her legs as she thought about her mother. Her mother, Dima, features similar to her own, however with darker skin as she was from Saudi Arabia and Zelma’s father had been a lighter skinned American. Zelma considered her mother’s breasts, which she had ogled on occasion like a horny teenage boy. Zelma had seized every opportunity to hug her mother to feel those breasts crushed against her own.

The next day Zelma sat at a table in the café around the corner from where Sophie worked at a lab getting work experience while she was going to college. Zelma was sipping an ice tea as she considered whether or not to order lunch or wait for Sophie. However before she could come to a decision Sophie came in through the door. Sophie saw Zelma and quickly walked over to sit across from her. Sophie merely nodded and ordered when the waitress approached. Sophie somehow managed to look angry and preoccupied at the same time. Zelma casually worked on her dish of tortellini and looked up at Sophie.

“So, Sophie what’s on your mind, beyond the fact that you are angry with me?” Sophie pretended to ignore Zelma for a short time before looking up.

“I’m disgusted with myself for even giving in to you to the extent of meeting you today. But that being said I have something for you. I know I’m just deluding myself, but I am hoping that this gift may improve my standing in your eyes.” Sophie pulled a small container out of her bag and pushed it across the table to Zelma who picked it up looking it over carefully. The container, which her hand fit neatly around, had no label or marking.

“What’s this?” Sophie continued to eat making Zelma wait. Zelma tried glaring, tapping the table and even waving in front of Sophie’s face. However Sophie continued eating and refused to rush. Sophie finished eating and took a long slow drink of her juice. Sophie finished and finally looked up.

“It’s a gift, something the lab was going to discard, but it will give you what you want.” Zelma arched an eyebrow.

“What it is really?” Sophie sighed.

“It’s wrong, but I’m giving you a way to have your mother. Before you say anything, let me explain how it works. I realize how this will sound, but I’m telling you the truth. This will alter your bodily fluids making them addictive. Drink it and all of your fluids will be like heroin to an addict. It takes twenty-four hours, then I guess you could masturbate in to a container and then mix that with something you know your mother will drink. She won’t know of course, but she’ll go through withdrawal when it runs out, I imagine you can take it from there.” Zelma stared blankly as Sophie stood to pay for her meal. Zelma took no notice as Sophie left. Zelma only came back to the here and now when approached by the waitress bahçelievler escort to see if she wanted anything else. Zelma paid for her own food and picked up the container Sophie had given her as she headed for the door. Once home Zelma checked that her mother was out and sat in the kitchen to consider her next move. She obviously wasn’t ready to believe that it could possibly work, but she decided that she had nothing to lose by trying. Zelma cautiously opened the container and experimentally sniffed, but the scent was faint. She couldn’t quite make it out and slowly sipped, the taste was somewhat sweet, but almost as faint as the scent.

She soon finished and noted the time was just about one in the afternoon. Zelma walked to her room and wrote down the time and that sometime after that she would have to follow Sophie’s advice and masturbate in to the empty container in order to mix it with something. She knew exactly what to mix it with, every couple of days her mother made a smoothie in a pitcher that only she was allowed to drink. Zelma checked the fridge and saw that her mother had enough for the next day, meaning she would probably make a new batch that night, perfect timing. Zelma wanted to play with herself to an explosive orgasm that she knew would quickly erupt. However she knew that the best thing to do would be to tease herself to the brink of orgasm, but to save herself up to ensure that she could fill the container the following afternoon. So reaching this decision she undressed revealing her medium brown skin and modest breasts so like her mother’s body, although after having Zelma her breasts were somewhat larger. Zelma lay on her bed in a semi-seated position and softly pulled on her tits. Zelma moaned as she imagined her mother crawling between her legs to use her tongue on Zelma’s cunt. Zelma wet the fingers of her left hand and rubbed her left tit as she moaned louder imagining what her mother would say.

“Mistress, please let me taste you, I need your cum. Don’t deny your slut.” Zelma smiled as she imagined her mother’s wide pleading eyes and almost pouty look of her lips. Zelma reached between her legs and had barely touched her lips, missing her clit, and she gasped out loud as she reluctantly stopped touching herself lest she cum and ruin her plans. Zelma wanted to scream in frustration, but if there was a chance that this could work, and since Sophie wasn’t the type to play such a trick on her, then she would endure this small frustration.

Zelma later woke with a start and took some moments gathering herself and realized that she had been asleep for several hours. A sound downstairs told her that her mother’s arrival had woken her. Zelma sat up double checking that her door was closed, she wasn’t concerned about it being locked as her mother never entered without knocking. She dressed and rushed downstairs to find her mother seated at the kitchen table and a stack of mail in front of her as was her habit to go over the mail when she got home, however the glass of wine in front of her was unusual, but not unheard of. Zelma glanced at the nearby bottle and knew that the practically full glass was her mother’s second of the day.

“Rough day mom?” Her mother looked up, her face looked drawn and her eyes were bloodshot. She nodded after a moment of staring that Zelma was sure was not at her.

“Yamama, yes they are foolish and most of the men stare at me, their intentions obvious.” Zelma shook her head, she would never understand the habit among her mother’s Arabic side of the family to referring to daughters as ‘mama’.

“But you’re the boss, can’t you do anything? Although” At this she embraced her mother, pulling her tightly and even letting hands to drift down her mother’s sides, but stopping just short of her hips, “I don’t blame them, you are really hot mom.” Her mom’s reaction was to laugh and Zelma could feel her visibly relax in her arms. Her mother put the mail down and looked up smiling. Zelma felt that her mom looked just a little less tired then when she had first come down.

“So what would you like for dinner?” Zelma was tempted to say “you”, but she suppressed it shaking her head.

“No mum, I’m fine getting my own dinner, you work hard all day so, you don’t need to keep working when you come home.” Zelma got rice and chicken from the fridge and warmed them on the stove with some seasoning. She wasn’t a cook she would be the first to admit, but this pretty simple, watch so it doesn’t burn and pile on the seasoning as that was how she liked it. Once it was ready she separated it on to two dishes before setting one in front of her mother sitting with the other opposite her mother at the table. Zelma ate as she watched her pour a third glass. Zelma shook her head, this was a rare sight the day must have been worse than she had guessed as her mother usually only drank more than two glasses on her anniversary. This was something that had only started in the last bağcılar escort three years since Zelma’s father had passed away. Zelma shook her head as she didn’t want to cry in front of her mother, especially after the day her mother had obviously had. After they ate Zelma took care of the dishes. When she finished she found her mother passed out on the couch, a combination of alcohol and exhaustion as her mom could put it away when in a mood. Zelma got a blanket and pillow from her mother’s room and made sure she was reasonably comfortable before going to her own to make a start on the homework that awaited her.

Zelma awoke the next day to find that she had fallen asleep in the middle of working on her homework. She set her homework aside and stretched, groaning in her stiffness. After a quick breakfast she returned to her homework as she didn’t want to lose the rest of her weekend working on it. She struggled to continue until she couldn’t wait any longer for lunch. So she stopped for to eat and when she returned to her room she saw the time and realized that it had been twenty-four hours since she took the formula that Sophie had given her. Still feeling skeptical that it could do what Sophie said she dialed Sophie’s number. Sophie didn’t answer right away and Zelma was growing increasingly impatient as she considered hanging up when she finally heard Sophie’s voice.

“Yes? What is it Zelma?” Zelma sat back relaxing as she now felt in control.

“Sophie, are you sure this will work?” Sophie sighed, it was loud enough that Zelma felt certain that it was for her benefit.

“Yes Zelma, I’m sure this will work. I feel sick helping you in your perversion, but I want you and if I can do something for you I will.” Zelma shook her head.

“Fine then I have something to take care of.” They both hung up and Zelma quickly undressed and lounged against the headboard of her bed feeling the cool surface against her back as she casually rubbed an index finger over each tit and moaned softly. Once her nipples had hardened, Zelma pulled on them and she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly. Zelma fantasized about the things she would have her mother do once she had control over her.

Zelma continued to pull on one nipple with her left hand while she began to move the other hand with growing speed over her lips, she imagined forcing her mother to walk around the house naked and to even crawl in Zelma’s presence, wiggling her ass like an eager dog wagging her tail. Zelma could no longer suppress a moan as this image entered her mind. Her pussy was wet and she pushed a finger between her lips as she imagined spanking her mother for being such a tease. Now she was rapidly thrusting two fingers into her sopping wet pussy and pulling on her nipple as she continued to fantasize about the plans she had for her mother.

Zelma was going to move into her mother’s room, sometimes making her mother sleep on the floor and other times letting her sleep at the foot of the bed like a pet. Zelma moaned at the thought of having her mother’s tongue available at all times, such as when she wakes up in the middle of the night feeling horny. The image of her mother between her legs looking up at her proved to be too much and she only just managed to grab the container that had contained the formula from Sophie’s lab. It proved messy, but Zelma managed to get most of it into the container. It was not a ton, but she figured too much and her mother might notice and dump out her smoothie thinking an ingredient was bad. Zelma carefully put the container on her nightstand before laying back feeling warm and content for the moment.

Zelma stirred sometime later as she heard her mother call her for dinner. Dinner proved quiet as both were occupied with their own thoughts. Zelma returned to her schoolwork and even managed to make progress before she heard her mother heading to bed. Zelma set aside her schoolwork and grabbed the container before heading to the stairs. Zelma listened to make sure her mother was in her room. Zelma began to tiptoe when stopped and laughed softly, she was a grown woman she didn’t need to sneak downstairs just because it was late. She wanted to run in her eagerness, but walked normally. She reached the kitchen and quickly located her mother’s pitcher in the fridge and poured in the contents of the container. Zelma mixed it thoroughly and sniffed experimentally. At least the smell wouldn’t give anything away as she couldn’t risk tasting it to be certain. Zelma drank some water and went to bed.

The next morning Zelma was eating breakfast as she watch her mother pour herself a glass from the pitcher and she tried not to look like she was watching. Her mother put the glass to her lips and drank deeply, while Zelma felt her heart beat faster. Her mother swallowed making a curious face as she did so.

“Hmm, I don’t think I did anything different, but that tastes kind of…sweet, more so than usual.” Her ümraniye escort mother set the glass on the counter as she considered what she had done differently. “Oh well, I can’t solve that mystery right now, see you tonight yamama, I have to get to work.” Zelma smiled as she eyed her mother’s retreating ass. So far so good, she doesn’t suspect. Now to see if it will work. Zelma sighed as she realized that the only way that this would work would be to wait until after her mother ran out of her smoothie and started to experience withdrawal. This meant that she would be waiting the three days until the pitcher ran out and she started to miss it. Zelma finished breakfast and finished dressing for class. Class was not overly boring, but her mind was not on it as she was impatient for her mother to submit to her. After class she met Sophie for lunch.

“So, how goes your perverted plan?” Sophie was trying to be light, but Zelma could tell the smile was only on Sophie’s lips, it didn’t reach her eyes.

“What do you mean my perverted plan? You gave me the plan with that container, so you are to blame.” Sophie’s smile disappeared as she turned her attention back to her food. She however spoke softly despite no longer making eye contact with Zelma.

“Zelma will you be satisfied if you get your mom to submit?” Zelma stared hard at Sophie opening her mouth to speak, but closed it again as she stopped to consider the question further. Finally she spoke.

“What do you mean? Do you mean will I be content to have her service me? Or do you mean will I be satisfied and thus be free for you?” Sophie sighed as she dramatically put her fork down.

“Zelma I am tired of your condescending attitude, I have made my feelings clear. I know I’m being foolish giving you anything, but I suppose that’s to be expected when you’re in love.” Zelma nodded and continued her meal before speaking.

“So, are you coming over today?” Sophie glared at Zelma.

“One, I’m not feeding your fantasy by letting you pretend I’m your mother and two, you will be addictive for another twenty-four hours. I have no intention of becoming another one of your pets. I want to date, not serve you.” Sophie finished her meal in silence, refusing to respond to Zelma. The two finished and departed. Zelma arrived home and continued with her schoolwork, she had less than three weeks to finish a project, but it was a struggle as she was eager to begin the next phase of this plan. She put down the schoolwork and sat back in her chair as she considered what Sophie had said to her. Zelma wasn’t ready to give up on her mother, but perhaps afterwards she might give serious thought was Sophie had said. However Zelma was only about halfway through college and as such was not interested in a serious relationship, but Sophie was clearly tired of the casual nature of the relationship.

Later when her mother came home they had dinner and Zelma didn’t hear her mother who was speaking to her.

“Sorry mum, what was that?” Her mother shook her head smiling.

“Zelma why are you so preoccupied?”

“Nothing, really mum I just have a project to finish.” Her mother held her gaze a moment before shrugging and resuming her meal. The meal ended in silence and Zelma returned to her room to continue working on her project.

Zelma looked up at the clock and realized that it was late and she stretched groaning in the pain of her stiffness. She went to the kitchen to get a drink before going to bed. She stopped with a start as she realized that the pitcher with her mother’s smoothie was just over half empty. So it’s taking effect faster than I thought, at this rate she should finish it tomorrow. She might even be desperate for more before the day is out. Zelma fell asleep with a smile on her face.

The next morning Zelma was awoken by a sound from the kitchen. Once her mind was clear of sleep she rose to find out what had roused her. She reached the kitchen to find her mother seated at the table with a cup of coffee and a tired drawn look on her face. Zelma looked around and saw the pitcher sitting on the counter, on its side with ingredients strewn around.

“What’s wrong mum?” Her mother looked up, her eyes were bloodshot, clearly she hadn’t slept.

“I don’t know I woke up last night and I came down her to get some water, but instead I get some of my smoothie. I drank two glasses and went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. So I kept getting up to drink more. It didn’t take me long to finish it. I made more, but it wasn’t the same, finally I realized that it was just about time to get up so I came down for coffee.” Zelma nodded trying to conceal a smile and put a hand between her legs, she was wet. Zelma struggled to maintain a straight face and above all to be quiet as she slowly worked a finger into her wet pussy. She only made sure that her finger was wet before she withdrew it and swiftly thrust it into her mother’s mouth. Her mother’s response was one of shock and to open her mouth wider, allowing Zelma to push her finger in further. Suddenly her mother’s lips closed on her finger and she sucked hard. Her mother was sucking so hard that it almost hurt despite her not using her teeth. Then her mouth released her with a gasp as she sat back in her chair. Zelma smiled, walking away. Zelma only waited in her room a moment before she heard a knock at her door.

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It was the evening of the craziest and best day of my life. It had started with me getting a blow job and a tit fuck from my eighteen year old sister Shannon, then being blown by my mom at the health clinic where she works, then fucking Shannon when I’d gotten home only for us to be caught by our older sister Dawn who’d joined in. I’d then told Shannon and Dawn what had happened at the clinic and we’d hatched a plan to get mom involved with all of us, a plan which started with my sisters being out of the house when our mom, Jenna, returned from work.

“So when will they be back?” mom asked, sitting next to me on the sofa, running her hand up my thigh.

“They didn’t say, but I think they’ll be out most of the night.”

“How do you feel about . . . About what happened at the clinic this morning, Dean?”

I smiled at her. “How do you think? It was great. I still can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Mom sighed. “That’s a relief. I thought you might end up hating me for what I did.”

“God no, mom, I love you. And besides, it was me who told you what to do, remember?”

Mom giggled and moved a little closer to me, the blouse she was wearing showing off the large cleavage between her 38FF tits.

“I liked you telling me what to do.” she said. “If you told me to do something, I guess I’d have to do it, whatever it was. You’d be the boss if you ever . . . You know . . . Wanted me to do anything like that again.”

This was amazing! Not only was my mom willing for me to fool around with her, but she was a blatant submissive as well. This would make the plan me and my sisters had come up with even easier.

“So if I told you to do something, you’d have to do it, yeah?” I said, double checking. She smiled and nodded. “Okay. Show me your tits.”

My mom slowly undid the few buttons on her blouse and opened it, revealing her gorgeous big tits in a white lace bra. She took her blouse off and cupped her tits in her hands, pushing them together, deepening the already impressive cleavage.

“You like them?”

“Oh yes. But I told you to show me them, not your bra.”

“I’m sorry, son, I didn’t mean to disappoint you.” she said with a smile, reaching behind herself and undoing the clasp, slipping the bra off completely.

I felt my big dick hardening in my jeans as I pulled her close and began sucking on her already stiff nipples, first one then the other, taking her big tits in my hands, making her sigh and moan.

“Is there anything else you want me to do?” she gasped as I nursed on her tits. I looked up at her and smiled around a mouthful of tit.

“Take my dick out and suck it.” I said.

My mom smiled and reached for my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, then pulling my hard cock out, running her hand up and down it’s length.

“Such a big cock.” she said quietly, leaning down and rubbing it çeşme escort over her face. “You didn’t get this from your father, I can tell you.” She looked up at me, licking the head of my cock. “You obviously follow my side of the family.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My daddy had a cock this big too.” she said before taking my dick in her mouth, her gaze never leaving mine. I stared at her in amazement. Not only was my mom blowing me for the second time that day, but she’d as good as admitted that she’d fucked her father as well!

“So you like big dick, huh?” I asked.

“Mm-mmm.” she murmured, her mouth full of my cock.

“Where do you like it? Tell me.”

She took my cock out of her mouth and licked it as she spoke, still staring at me the whole time. “I like it in my mouth.” she said. “I like it between my big tits. I like it in my pussy.”

“Anywhere else?” I asked, prompting her.

“If it’s really big like yours is,” she said with a smile. “I like it in my ass.”

I grinned at her as she went back to sucking my cock, thinking that life just didn’t get much better. Of course, if everything went according to plan, things would get a lot better pretty soon.

“What else do you like? You like girls, too?”

“I had a girlfriend years ago, when I was in medical college. Your dad never knew, though.”

“You like girls with big tits like yours?” I asked.

“Yeah,” mom said. “The bigger the better.”

I smiled; that was all I needed to know.

“Stand up and take your skirt and panties off.” I said. As I watched my mom undress slowly in front of me, I pulled my T-shirt off and then my jeans, taking a moment to get my cell phone out of my pocket and, unknown to my mom, I pressed the send button on a text message I had ready.

I leaned back, stroking my hard cock as I looked at my semi-naked, hot mom in front of me, wearing only a pair of hold up stockings, waiting for me to tell her what to do.

“Come sit on my cock, mom. Let me fuck you.”

She smiled and stepped forward, straddling me, holding on to the back of the sofa as I held my cock up, the head rubbing against the lips of her moist and neatly trimmed pussy.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Do you really want to fuck your own mother?” she asked, looking deep into my eyes.

In answer, I took hold of her hips with one hand, guiding my cock with the other, and eased her down on to it, watching as she closed her eyes, her mouth falling open as she sighed, my thick cock slipping inside her tight pussy. It took all the self control I had not to just shoot my load inside her then, it felt so good. She inched her way down slowly, taking the whole length of my cock, right down to my balls before opening her eyes and looking at me.

“Fuck that feels so damn good.” she said, raising herself up and then sliding back down. I held her tits in my hands, leaning forward and sucking on her nipples again as she fucked herself on my cock. “Oh baby, başakşehir escort that’s so good.” she said.

“It looks good, too.” Dawn said from the doorway where she and Shannon stood, huge grins on their faces. They’d obviously received the text message I’d sent telling them to come in from where they’d been waiting outside.

Mom turned to look at them and would have jumped up and ran if I hadn’t held her hips tightly, pulling her right down on to my cock.

“Girls! I . . . We . . . Oh God . . . What the?” she stammered, completely at a loss.

“Don’t let us stop you, mom.” Dawn said as she and Shannon stepped into the room and over to us. They each sat on the sofa, Dawn on my right, Shannon on my left, mom looking back and forth between all of us.

“You said you’d do what I tell you to do, didn’t you, mom?” I demanded.

“Yes, but . . . ” she began.

“Then I’m telling you to stay right where you are with your pussy full of my cock. Don’t move.”

She stared at me, the shock draining from her face to be replaced by a sneaky grin.

“You set this up didn’t you?” she asked.

“Girls?” I said, turning my head from Dawn to Shannon.

Both my sisters smiled and leaned forward, each taking one of our mom’s nipples between their lips and sucking gently on them.

“Oh fuck!” mom gasped in delight, moving herself back up and down on my cock as she relaxed into the situation. Her daughters, my sisters, suckled on her big tits for a moment or two, running their hands over her back and her pert ass before their hands slid between us, stroking my cock that was slick with our mother’s pussy juice. One of them, I think it was Dawn, moved her hand back a little and, with a finger greased up by mom’s cream, pushed it into her asshole, making her gasp in surprise.

“Shannon?” Dawn said. “Go get it.”

Our younger sister stood up and ran off.

“Where’s she going?” I asked.

“Just a little surprise for you, Hero.” she said, using my childhood nickname.

She stood up, her finger leaving mom’s butt hole, and quickly pulled off her T-shirt, her heavy 42EE tits swaying slightly, then pushed her jeans off, leaving her naked.

“Get off him for a second, mom.” she said, swatting our mom on the ass.

Mom lifted herself off me and moved to the other side of the sofa, watching as Dawn leaned down, took hold of my cock and sucked gently on it. She looked over at mom and grinned.

“You taste good, mom.” she said.

Mom smiled. “Would you like to eat me out?” she asked her before turning to me. “If that’s all right with you, Dean.”

“Hell yeah, I really want to see that.” I said with a smile a mile wide.

“You can see it any time you like after tonight.” Shannon said as she re-entered the room, the camcorder to her eye, recording everything that was happening on the sofa.

“Surprise!” Dawn said with a grin.

I stood up and moved out of the way, letting Dawn crawl over to where our küçükçekmece escort mom sat, her legs wide apart, watching intently as she eagerly began licking at mom’s pussy.

“Oh fuck . . . Oh that’s good.” mom purred, running her hand through Dawn’s hair as she ate her.

“You just gonna watch or join in?” Shannon asked me from behind the camera.

With my cock in hand, I moved back on to the sofa, behind Dawn’s upturned ass, and eased my dick into her waiting pussy. She moaned as I inched inside her, fucking her slowly while she continued slurping at our mom’s pussy, Shannon filming our incestuous threesome.

Mom moaned loudly, cumming under Dawn’s tongue, her hands now gripping her breasts roughly, pinching at her nipples as she shook and gasped, Dawn following close behind her as my cock worked in and out of her tight pussy.

“Time to change.” I said, pulling out of Dawn and slapping her ass. “Move.”

“But mom tastes so good.” Dawn said.

“You’ll still get to eat her.” I said. “I just want something mom said I could have.” Dawn knelt up, letting me sit back down on the sofa. “Sit on me again, mom, but face the other way.”

Our mom did as she was told, leaning her back against my chest and began lowering her pussy down on to my dick. I took hold of my cock, though, and moved it back, aiming it at her butt hole.

“Oh baby!” she cried in surprise. “You want my ass?”

“That’s right. I’m going to shove my big cock up your asshole.” I said, parting her butt cheeks with one hand, feeling the head of my dick press against her back door for a moment before it suddenly popped inside.

“Oh Dean! Oh fucking hell!” mom gasped, slowly lowering her ass down my cock.

“Fucking hell that’s hot.” Shannon said, the camcorder still running, capturing everything.

I held mom’s ass in both hands now, raising and lowering her hot asshole up and down my cock, her legs spread wide apart, letting Dawn kneel in front of her and once again eat her pussy.

“I’m cumming!” mom gasped. “I’m cumming with my son’s cock in my ass!” She moaned loudly as I continued to butt fuck her, Dawn lapping away at her clit, her tight ass clinging to my cock.

“Fuck!” I grunted. “Me too!”

Dawn moved back a little, letting Shannon get the camera in place, before she grabbed hold of my dick with one hand and pushed mom up with the other, springing my cock free of mom’s asshole.

Barely a second later I came, shooting out a huge wad of cum that then rained down on mom’s belly. The second shot went higher and came down on her tits, leaving a pearly streak of jism across her big jugs. Again and again I came, Dawn jacking on my cock, aiming it at mom, spraying her with my cum until, finally, the shots began to slack off. She leaned forward and, with a grin to the camera, sucked the head of my cock into her mouth for a moment or two, licking up the last of my cum from it.

“Yummy!” she laughed, swallowing my spunk before kneeling up and starting to lick up the huge pools of cum that lay across our mom’s stomach.

“Oh baby . . . Oh my darlings . . . ” mom gasped. “That was so good.”

Dawn continued jacking on my cock while she licked mom clean.

“Is he still hard?” Shannon asked her.

“Mm-hmm.” Dawn said.

“Good, because I need you to run the camera while he fucks me.”

I smiled. This was as good as life got.