It’s all the Ex’s fault

It was intentionally written without names…

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Copyright (c) 2013 by Acup

…I was in heaven. Waking up to my beautiful redhead in the morning sun… I couldn’t help myself, I had to run my fingers through her curls.

She opened her eyes smiling at me, “…yes it’s still red…”

“It sure is..” I heard from behind me. I rolled on my back, putting an arm around the blond. “And as much as I’d like to stay in bed, we have an early start. Or more to the point, you do.” She reached over me to give my girl a little poke on her nipple. “So get your ass up.”

Then she rolled out of bed…dragging all the covers with her and giggling back at us still curled up! She scampered off to the bathroom leaving us naked and NO covers, the blond not far behind her.

All I could do was chuckle and grab my shorts. They came out bumping into each other and giggling as I was going in. I came out to more giggling and them glancing over at me and whispering to each other.

“What?” I asked.

They looked at each other, “NOTHING…” They giggled again, I just shook my head and called down to room service to get a large fruit bowl for them and a biscuits and gravy breakfast for me to go. The blond was going to stay behind a bit and take our stuff down to the van so we could get on the road when the competition was over.

She headed for the convention center while I picked up our breakfast, and even managed to snag some string along the way. Going behind the stage was a bit of a shock, more than two thirds of the booths were gone. I mean it shouldn’t have surprised me if I had thought about it. With all the eliminations the crews were just getting a head start on the tear down, but it made me realize how many girls went home with nothing to show for it but some pictures.

I came around the corner to see my girl, topless, and one of the event staff facing off, and passed the same staff member fast walking in a huff back up front while my girl was grinning. I looked back over my shoulder quick and then back to her. “What was that all about?”

My girl kicked her head back laughing, “She didn’t like my red hair…”

“Huh?”

“Yea, she assumed I would keep the brunette, and didn’t like being reminded she only told me to pick a color, and in front of eight witnesses.” I started setting out her fruit plate and smiling at that. “OH YUMMY…” She grabbed a few pieces and began munching down.

“She looked awful upset for just not liking your hair color.”

“No she was pretty smug and said, ‘what are you a lawyer or something?’ she got a bit flabbergasted when I told her almost.” She popped a few more pieces of fruit in her mouth, grinning and chewing. “When I told her I graduate in a few weeks, and that being fifth in my class I should have no problem passing the bar exam.” Now it was my turn to about choke on my drink…FIFTH in her class…

“And if I didn’t manage to find a firm right away, I could always fill my time looking into the competition to make sure they were following all their bylaws regarding proper record keeping of judges’ comments and voting like they are supposed to.”

I just looked at her. I knew she was smart, but fifth in her class and a knockout to boot…”Remind me never to cross you woman.” I took her hand as she began to reach for another piece of fruit and kissed it, getting some ‘ooohhhs’ from the booth next door.

Our blond showed up a few minutes later with the cooler in tow, plopped down and finished MY breakfast off. “What? I’m done with the competition…” Well since she was in tank top and shorts instead of a bikini I should have thought of that.

The bell sounded and everyone started oiling up. The blond and I took our time, making sure she was all ready, but I stopped her before she put her top on, and held up the string. “For luck again?”

“Hell yes!” and put her hands behind her head and thrust her tits out to me. I cut the thread into two short pieces and tied nice little bows on each nipple, then gave each one a quick kiss before she pulled her top up. I grabbed both cameras and we walked toward the stage, and just because the staff member that gave my girl a bad time was standing there, I waited until we got close to give her a quick kiss. “I’ll be out front with the video camera babe, wouldn’t want to miss any of this to show back home.” The staff member looked like her eyes were going to come out of their sockets.

I got out front about the time the first of her group were coming across the stage. This time they were spending a bit more time on stage, almost twice as many poses and holding each of them longer. I was snapping pictures of her while the video camera recorded everything. But unlike the previous time yesterday morning I left the camera running to capture her whole group, just in case they tried something. One of the judges even glared at me escort beykoz when I turned to get pictures of all of them sitting at their table, and made sure I zoomed in for a nice face shot of all five women.

Only once the entire group, and probably a few of the next, came across did I shut the video camera down. I came back to a nervous gaggle of women. Some pacing like they weren’t sure how they did, others all pompous like they had it in the bag, a few were just face down in their arms waiting.

That’s how I found my girl. “Hey babe,” Her head came up to smile at me. “Since we’re down to the end, how about we go over to the practice stage and let me get some nice close ups while you still have your bikini on?”

Now she was grinning ear to ear, “You just want to get some pictures with my red hair.”

I had to smile back. “Of course, need some to go with all the ones I shot last night in your dress.”

She just shook her head at me and took my hand. We got over to the practice area, and I had to get in close and shoot up to not catch myself in the mirrors. It was nice to look up at her instead of across the stage through the zoom. Getting nice profiles of her tits and nipples, a flash of light between her thighs highlighting her camel toe, and the bright lights highlighting her red hair was perfect!

She had run through her quick routine, and was about to step down. “Hey babe?”

“Yea?”

“I’d really like a set without the bikini…”

She just laughed, “Typical guy wanting to get a girl naked…” just to be ornery she tossed her top at me when she took it off. Since I was shooting her taking it off it hung on the lens, so I just kept shooting as she stripped, then did a few poses. Red hair, red landing strip, white bows on her nipples…and her pussy lips glistening in the light. I finished and lowered the camera, she looked at me as I made like I was going to lick her pussy.

I tossed her the bottoms, “I’m going to hold you to that mister.” As she slid them up and got them nice and snug against her pussy. She stepped down to me with an exaggerated hip swing, took her top from around the camera lens, and whispered to me, “The only thing missing is my plug..”

I turned to see one of the girlfriends herd standing there rubbing her hands together. She looked back and forth between us, finally settling on me. “Would you take a few of me?”

I looked over to my girl, who shrugged her shoulders. “Go ahead…”

“Thanks,” she told my girl. She took a few steps up to the platform, then stopped and turned to my girl. “You looked absolutely stunning last night…” then she took her last steps up to the platform and struck a pose.

My girl turned to me, gave me a quick peck and nodded to the woman up on the platform, then turned and headed back to our booth.

I kneeled down and began snapping pictures, while she went through her poses, when she finished with her routine, she stopped and reached behind her neck to her bikini top tie. She undid it and began to pull it forward. “You mind?” as she lowered the top and flexed her chest making her tits jump a bit.

I smiled and just kept taking pictures. She wasn’t quite as muscle bound as the girlfriend was. More than I liked, but still not too bad. Hell, her clit even managed to stay in her pussy! She was enjoying the experience when one of the staff made the rounds and tossed the girl on the platform a blue chip. The girl caught it and collapsed onto her knees holding the chip, then grabbed her bikini and scurried off down the isle.

I wandered back to our booth, to find my girl also holding one of the chips, sitting in the chair staring at it. “OK, fess up. What’s with the blue chip?”

She looked up at me, “Huh?… Oh yea. …top ten.”

I sat the camera down, and said over my shoulder. “Well that’s good, so what’s next?”

“I’m…not sure.”

I turned to look at her, leaning against the table, “…not sure?…”

She looked up at me, and began grinning as she said it. “I…I haven’t gotten this far before.”

I walked to her and took her hands, “Well then we better do this up right then.” The blond stood her up, the two of them smiling and giggling at each other, while she stripped her black bikini off. I grabbed her green bikini that highlighted her red hair. When I turned around I had to stop and stare. There was my girl being oiled down by the blond, lightly tanned hands going up and down and around my girls slightly darker body. Every inch of her glistening in the light…

She was watching me watching her being oiled by the blond. When she was about finished I stepped to her, holding her bikini open for her to step into. Sliding it up her legs on my thumbs while caressing her thighs with my hands, stopping just short of her landing strip. I kissed her mound on either side of it, then dipping my tongue between her lips making her gasp as I pulled the bottoms up snug on her lips.

She was looking down at me smiling when I looked up to her. I stood up and slid the neck strap over her head giving her a quick peck, escort sancaktepe and then each nipple as I brought her top down before handing the bottom straps back to the blond to tie in place. Dropping my hands to her hips to pull her closer for a soft kiss, “No matter what, you’re number one in my book…”

I grabbed the cameras, and we headed for the stage. I gave her one last quick peck and went out front. The blond was standing there waiting on me. We were set up quickly, and the contestants began making their way across.

The first group, looking like some of the beginners, lined up. They started announcing the winners of that group, starting with number ten and working their way up to number one, the top three getting small trophies and crowns amid all the jumping and screaming. They walked off, and the next group came up to do the same, my girl standing proud in the middle of the group.

I think I was more nervous than my girl as they started naming off the girls, but she almost came unglued when they named off number four and she was still up there. But when they called out number three and it wasn’t her she and the other girl looked like they were going to strangle each other.

My girl took number two, getting her crown and trophy. I was about to pick things up, when the blond told me to stay put, it wasn’t over. The next group was some pretty muscled women, and then the hulk group, as I called them. The girlfriend came in ninth, and the one I took pictures of came in sixth ahead of her gang leader. That was just karma…

I started to pack up again, but was stopped by the blond, and I discovered what she was making me wait for. The top three of each group were back for the overall standings. The winners of the first and last groups, those getting started and the piles of muscle took the six through twelfth positions mixed. The two middle groups that looked more like women the top six, my girl taking fourth, and the winner of her group taking the overall winner spot.

After the requisite hugging and crying amongst the girls I packed the cameras back to our booth, where we did our own hugging. “Can you believe I got second place, and fourth overall?” she managed to say as she was strangling me…

I hugged her as best I could, and when she released me to go for our blond I could finally reply. “I think you should have gotten first all around, but hey…”

She turned back to me all giddy and giggling, I was strangled and lifted off my feet while she tried to suck the life out of me.

“Hey you two, we don’t have a room to go back to, so settle down…”

My girl turned and gave her a raspberry, before giving me another quick kiss, then stepped back and stripped off her bikini. The blond began helping her wipe down a bit before she headed off to the showers. Since we were up front, I wasn’t going to be able to do her back, but the blond stripped down and threw her top and skirt at me before running after my girl.

I watched several women headed to the showers, but since it was mainly the last winners and a few extras it was a small parade. I had to smile at the diversity of women in the final group. Not only the just getting started to the muscle bags, but early twenties to mid-forties, AAA to DD. The funny part was most of them had trained their nipples into hiding.

Now ladies, face it, with all the padding you wear now days your nipples have turned into freckles for the most part. In your grandmothers era with bullet bras and such they stood out nice and proud. But in today’s world, only the women that don’t really need a bra or those that aren’t ashamed to be a woman with nipples even have them. Everything else has been trained out of your DNA with padded and formed bras.

Society and the politically correct have managed to convince too many women that it is a bad thing to have someone admire your figure. That letting some leg or cleavage show or a nipple stand out makes you a slut instead of the gorgeous vision you are. Ever notice it’s the people you wouldn’t look twice at are the ones doing this protesting…

The vision of my girl and the blond walking back, tits…AND FIRM PROUD NIPPLES… bouncing their way back to me brought me out of my mental rant. They saw me watching them, and my girl shook her shoulders and tits at me, followed by the blond. I kicked back in my chair and cupped my crotch like I couldn’t hold it and groaned making them both laugh.

I finished packing the cameras back in the case and generally picked up while they were drying off chatting to each other. When I turned around I about fell on the floor, and had to fall into the chair, much to their amusement.

Two naked women…painting…their bikini tops on! My girl a bright green and the blond an equally bright red. They were painting narrow tops, from just above their tits to most of the way under that were barely wide enough to cover their nipples. From the looks of things they were putting the second coat on.

“You know I think he likes them…”

“How can you tell?”

“The hard cock escort bağdat caddesi in his shorts and the same look when he sees the plug in my ass…”

“Oh, I thought that was the look he gave when I was working him up through my cervix…”

“You know you might be right, we’ll have to test it later…” All I could do was shake my head and groan while they giggled. They slipped into their shoes and pulled skirts up, taking long enough for it to dry, then slipped very light white mesh tops on, almost making the painted on bikini top stand out even more. Giving me a shoulder shake, and making their nipples catch and come through the mesh, they each grabbed their little bags, leaving me with the camera bag and the cooler. Good thing it was on rollers!

While we got on the road pretty quickly, it didn’t last long with my girl only having had some fruit for breakfast. A quick stop at a drive through for two burgers, a super-size fry, and a super-size chocolate shake to top it off and we were back on the road. The blond and I got a super-size fry to split…

I was having a hard time concentrating on the road with the girls in their mesh tops knowing the bikinis were painted on. They caught me looking several times when my girl pealed her mesh top off and threw it at me. I ducked and it landed on the dash, the blond followed suit and now they were just in their skirts and shoes, nipples standing up high and proud in the paint.

Once she finished her feast she threw a pillow against the console and laid back on it and the cooler, those covered tits in just the right spot to put a hand on, which both the blond and I did!

I was running my hand around and over her nipple feeling my fingers catch a bit, “That’s a different kind of paint…”

She giggled, “Not paint…liquid latex.” I was trying to look at her chest and drive at the same time. “It’s called bikini in a bottle. Won’t wash off, but just peals loose if you grab an edge.” She rolled the tip on her chest and pulled the point down a bit, making it look like she had left her top untied.

“Now that could be a LOT of fun…” I stroked the top where she had just pulled it down, then let my fingers drag back down to her nipple and play a bit.

It wasn’t too much longer and she was asleep on the console. Between the food, movement on the road, and the adrenaline wearing off she was sound asleep. We let her lay there a bit while we fondled her and chatted.

The sun was setting, the orange glow across her cheeks, I brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. I cupped her chin and she snuggled against it in her sleep.

“So where do you two go from here…”

“Hmmmmm…”

“The two of you, she graduates in a few weeks…”

“Yea?”

“So what’s next?”

“In a perfect world?”

“Im Hmmm..”

“Kidnap her and haul her off to our own private island and ravage her for the next hundred years…” that made her laugh, “In the real world, just like I told her girlfriend. I’ll do my best to keep her with me, but I won’t force her to do anything…”

“Even if you loose her?”

“If she doesn’t want to stay she was never mine in the first place…”

“But?”

“But… I really hope it does…it’s like there is a hole in my life when she’s not around. “Does that make sense?”

“Yea…” she said softly.

We drove on for a bit in silence, both of us touching my girl on the console. We were coming up on a truck stop. “Time to start getting back on my routine…I need to grab a bite and hit the sack.” She said pointing to the billboard for the truck stop.

“Go in or drive through?”

“Drive through is fine. You’ll probably want to get gas while we’re here. It gets a bit sparse for the next few hours.”

We hit the drive through, getting a dirty look from the lady in the window when she saw my girl still laid back with her nipples in the air…LOL I pulled to the pumps, grabbed my sweats since it was getting a bit cool. My girl woke up when the cold blast opening my door hit. They were chatting a bit and kept glancing my way while I was filling up.

The sun was down and it was almost dark when I pulled away from the pumps. “Pull off to the side for a minute.” The blond asked as I approached the edge of the lot. Once I stopped she turned sideways in the seat, then pulled her skirt up and over her head, leaving her legs spread a bit. Then watching me she began to peal her top down. Getting the top point loose wiggling her tits a bit as she did, then slowly pulling it down in one piece. She handed me the one she took off, holding it flat on her palm, the perfect outline of her nipple standing up in the latex.

I could only stare as she did the other, then took the first from me and laid them on the edge of the dash, the nipples standing up in perfect profile. While I was staring at her latex nipples on the dash I heard a sloshing sound. I turned to see her sliding her two middle fingers in and out of her pussy, one foot on the edge of my seat, the other pulled up to spread herself wide. After sliding them in and out several times she kneeled on the passenger seat to bring them to my mouth, giving me plenty of time to lick them clean. Then reached down and got a good grip on my achingly hard cock while she gave me a long deep kiss. She pulled back and looked me in the eye, gave me another quick peck, then crawled in the back over my girl and pulled the covers over her head.

Slowly she got dressed after her shower. He was finally coming to see her. After six months of chatting sharing and teasing online, Mike was finally going to visit and they could finally meet.

Ami, was wondering what to wear so she picked a soft pink set of panties with matching bra. A pair of shorts tight, but not to tight, and a low cut tee shirt.

On her way to the airport, she was a bit nervous, but still excited as she though of all they had shared. Stories, details of love affairs and hot sexual encounters. She had revealed her deep inter self to this man who she had not ever met. The anticipation and excitement made her squirm a bit in the back seat.

At the airport she waited at the gate, the passengers were unloading and about 20 people had walked out of the gate when she saw him. Not a dashing stud, but exactly what she had envisioned from the pictures they had exchanged. As their eyes met they both broke into big smiles.

He quickly ran over to her taking her into his arms. She felt his desire for her as he held her close. His lips met hers as they softly kissed in the center of the gate area oblivious to any activity going on around them.

Hand in hand they headed towards the luggage area and a cab for her apartment.

In the cab, he again leaned close pulling her near as he put his arm around her. A kiss again this time deeper and a bit longer lasting. A preview of his desire for her as his tongue softly played with hers. Strong arms massaged her back and shoulders as they kissed.

A bit of tour guide as Ami pointed out some landmarks as they headed out of town for her home.

She leaned her head on his shoulder smiling at the peace she felt in his arms. Her “sole mate” had come to life and she was resting in his embrace.

She talked of plans for clubbing, special dinners at her favorite restaurant, a quiet escort topkapı bar she particularly enjoyed and a few of her friends that she wanted Mike to meet. This was going to be a special 4 days.

Once home, Mike quickly pulled her into his arms as the door closed and he dropped his suitcase on the floor.

His lips felt so warm and inviting as they engaged in a passionate long kiss. His hands roaming her back and teasing her bottom.. Arms pulling her pelvis to him. She felt his hardness through his jeans. His lips nibbled down her neck and shoulders, teasingly nipping at her ears tongue tickling as he went. His hands under her shirt caressing her nipples through her bra. feeling them swell for his fingers as they rubbed and stroked.

Lips and teeth nibbling lower he raised her shirt and his lips engulfed a nipple as he pulled it into his mouth. Sucking and nipping the swelling was good between his lips. His hands were rubbing and caressing her back hips and tummy as he alternately paid homage to both breasts causing the nipples to bloom in his mouth.

After an eternity his hands undid her shorts dropping then to the ground. On his knees he pulled her panties down as he spread her legs and pushed her bottom back against the hall way wall. Spreading her he inhaled her feminine musk, thumbs spreading her labia as his tongue dipped for the first sweet taste of her loving juices.

Pulling her clit into his mouth he teased it with tongue and teeth, wishing it to respond to his ministrations with a swelling and sensitivity. He could feel her push her hips towards his mouth and tongue indicating her desire for more. The entire time his hands were caressing her bottom and thighs, bringing thousands of goose bumps to her skin were the nails and hands had lingered.

He continued to lick and suck her swollen escort güngören clit as his hands reached up and played with her nipples. She for the first time, let out a moan and fell forward forcing him to grab her bottom to support her.

He looked lovingly up into her eyes. Both smiled as she looked at her Internet lover kneeling between her legs face covered with her wetness. Just like she had dreamed about so many times.

His licking became faster and she could feel herself tightening around his tongue as the first sign of her impending orgasm swelled her vagina’s lips. In her mind she could feel the powerful takeover of emotions that would sweep her into ecstasy as the powerful orgasmic forces began to take over her entire being.

Her eyes closed, she could feel her juices flowing and the powerful experience hit her sweeping all away from her mind but the thoughts of wonder as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her entire body.

Slowly Ami opened her eyes still shivering from the numerous aftershocks from the intense orgasm. She locked down to see Mike with his cheek against her pelvis, hands holding her hips against the wall to keep her from falling. She broke into a smile as she saw her juices shining on his face. He was looking up at her face with an adoring smile. ” Was that OK? ” he asked. “WOW!, OK it was terrific, it has been so long since I have experienced anything that intense.”

Mike slowly came to his feet, leaving slow wet traces of his tongue along her thighs, tummy, both nipples and neck. Ami shivered again as his strong arms pulled her to him. He leaned forward drawing her tongue deep into his mouth as the slowly kissed again. She tasted a mixture of her own juices mingled with a bit of peppermint from the mint Mike had obviously had just before he met her at the airport. She giggled, escort güneşli “you taste good” she whispered into his mouth as the kiss lingered. Reaching down between his legs, her fingers caressed the obvious bulge that protruded through his jeans. “does that hurt? ” she inquired smiling at her new lover. He looked into her eyes and softly kissed both lids then placed another kiss on the tip of her nose. He broke into a big grin.

“Naw,” he said, but it would be much happier in a warm wet nest.

Mike picked her up and carried her into the bedroom depositing her on the bed. He started laughing as he looked at her. Hair all messed up, pink panties hanging from one ankle, shoes and socks still on and her own juices still glistening on her inner thighs. You sure are cute he giggled just as I imagined you many times as we chatted online. Mike slowly lifted his shirt above his head and leaned over removing his shoes and socks. Then he undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.

Walking slowly to the bed he climbed above and slipped his engorged penis into the warm wet nest that awaited between her spread legs. Gasping as he entered, Ami thrust her pelvis up to meet him as he slowly sank to the bottom of her wetness. Their lips again met as Mike slowly started long slow movements of his hips bringing himself almost totally out before plunging back into the warmth and wetness that felt so heavenly. He could feel the warmth that was being generated from his thrusts and the wetness increased again as his thrusts became more urgent.

His hands caressed her nipples as they continued to kiss. Movement and moans from both lovers soon filled the room as the intensity of there love making increased. Feeling her start to gush with wetness and a heat that was almost burning, he grabbed her hips and pulled himself into her as deeply as possible as he exploded…. She could feel the pulsing as wave after wave of his orgasm filled her and mingled with her own wetness. They both collapsed in a moment of complete peace.

Rolling over, he took her into his arms gazing into her eyes. Fingers softly caressing her back… they both fell into a deep restful sleep.

We had flown to Romania, to the Carpathian Mountains, the very seat of legend and horror. Every year, a Halloween party was held there, in the restored remains of Dracula’s Castle. While no one had lived here for centuries, not since the death of Vlad Tepes, the Impaler, the very Dracula of legend, folklore and ghost stories himself, the castle was frequently used as a tourist attraction. And even had it not been popular with tourists and vampire aficionados throughout the world, the Romanian people were fiercely proud of their ancient hero, the man who had stood, practically alone, against the tide of the Ottoman Turks.

We arrived at the castle and were awed by its majesty. It was a simple castle, not the glorified mansions of the movies, but elegant nonetheless. We followed the tour, gazing at the rooms that Vlad himself had once occupied from the bed chambers that he had undoubtedly taken many a mistress in to the balcony where he had reportedly dined as he watched thousands of his enemies being impaled. It was that legend that had earned him the sobriquet “the Impaler”.

We were escorted to the main ballroom which was smaller than expected. It had been explained that in the cold, frigid Carpathian winters, larger rooms were difficult to heat to satisfaction and that only the close press of bodies truly kept it warm. We did not truly care. We were in the home of legend.

The party truly began here. The music began to play, soft at first but it would get more escort arnavutköy primal as the night wore on. Servers wove their way through the crowd, wielding trays of red wine that seemed to reflect the myths of blood drinking vampires. It was merely a deep red wine that was bottled right here at the castle, each bottle sealed and stamped with the Tepes crest and a gothic “D”.

You and I drank sparingly. The crowd was beginning to become uncomfortable for the both of us. We mingled, we even danced some, but this was becoming somewhere we did not wish to be. So we snuck off.

We had been warned to stay with the group, not to wander off on our own. But we could not resist. There was a hunger in the air that could not be explained by the party. A hunger that could not be denied. It was as if the castle itself were alive, hungering for life, hungering for something that the large crowd and its frantic, frenetic movement alone could not provide.

We wandered down the darkened corridors, lit only enough to allow us to see barely a few feet in front of us. And sounds coming from even darker alcoves informed us that we were not the only ones who had felt the hunger on this place. We wandered along, hearing the moans of desire and pleasure echo down the stone corridors, feeling them wash over us and feeding our own desire.

We wandered alone, my hand reaching out and trailing against the wall for a reason I could not fathom, escort fatih a feeling I could not describe. A sudden, soft, click caught our ears just moments before the wall beside us began to shift with a rough, scraping sound. This was a room that had not been on the tour. I must have accidentally tripped a trigger to a hidden door. Had I truly found a never before discovered secret chamber?

It truly did not matter. I grabbed your hand and pulled you inside, driven by a frenzied hunger that I had not truly felt since our first time together. By the lack of resistance from you, your eagerness to join me, I knew that you felt it too.

The door swung closed behind us, unnoticed, as I pulled you in for a kiss. Our hands quickly began to explore each other’s bodies, as if we had never done so. Each time with you was a wonder, an experience like no other, but this was different, as if we were possessed, our hands guided by the thoughts of another. And we did not care.

We managed to disrobe each other, practically without thought. You kissed my neck, nibbling the skin, and then dropped to your knees, taking my length into your mouth. I wrapped my fingers in your hair and moaned as you expertly licked and sucked me, applying a pressure that drove me wild.

Had I been more aware, more myself, I would have stopped you before long but I was not. I exploded into your mouth, groaning and bucking uncontrollably. You swallowed escort beşiktaş each and every drop, your fingers dipping down into your wetness and exploring your own depths.

Finally, you stood, kissing me. I pushed you up against the cold wall, kneeling down. You rested your leg on my shoulder, grabbing my long hair for balance as I slid my tongue and fingers into you. There was none of the foreplay, none of the teasing that I so thoroughly enjoyed. There was only the hunger. And I feasted, licking you, tasting you, sliding my fingers into you until you exploded, clutching my hair even tighter as you came, screaming.

When I stood, I turned you to face the wall, wrapping my arms around you to cup your delicious breasts. I slid myself into you, with more force than I generally used upon initial insertion. But neither of noticed. You groaned as I plunged in and out, one hand slipping down to rub your clit as the other massaged your breasts. You screamed out in pleasure as yet another orgasm ripped through you.

I felt myself boiling up but held back. I slid out of you as yet another orgasm subsided. Changing my angle only slightly, I entered you again, but this time in your other entrance. You groaned as I slid in, more gently than before but still not as gentle as usual. And then I resumed the feverish pace set by whatever force had overcome us. My fingers had never ceased their caressing of your clit and nipples and you soon came again, screaming once more. Unable to hold back any longer, I exploded into you, filling you.

We collapsed, exhausted, feeling the otherworldly presence depart, finally sated, if only for the time being. We kissed each other, sighing in satisfaction and wonder. The thought of how we would return to the party not yet crossing our minds.

Snow fetched up in little eddies on the window panes. Frost coated the glass, creating pale, glittering swirls that caught the light of the battery-operated candles. The sounds of glasses clinking against one another and the ladle swishing around the punch bowl were nearly drowned out by the voices and laughter of Sarah Gonzales family and friends.

Sarah sipped at her punch and hugged her arms across her chest a little tighter. It wasn’t just her family and friends, but that of her boyfriend’s, Michael O’Connell. Sadness and longing had her heart aching and her throat tightening.

Mike had been deployed nearly a year ago. The army had said that he’d return in time for this year’s holiday season. But things had changed over there and the November date had been pushed back until mid-December.

“I’ll be home for Christmas,” Mike had joked, voice crackling over the satellite when Sarah had video-chatted with him the day after he’d been given the news.

Mike’s flight had gotten cancelled before he could even leave the country, though. He’d called using a payphone in the airport. “Sarah, I’m so sorry, but I don’t think I’ll make it home until after Christmas. All of the flights into Newark have been cancelled.” His sigh was heavy. “I really wanted to be there. I miss mom. I miss Rudy and Hank. I miss you.”

Sarah had fought back her tears. “Don’t worry about it, honey. We’ll save your presents and a little food for you.”

“Just a little?” Mike had laughed.

“Well, maybe. Rudy and Hank might just eat it all. They’ve grown a foot each, I swear. Listen, Mike. Don’t worry about us. You just make sure you stay safe. We’ll still be here when your flight gets in.”

There was the faint sound of a bell chiming from Mike’s end. “Okay. Tell everyone I love them, okay? And I love you, Sarah.”

“I love you, too, Mike.” The line had then gone silent in her hand.

Sarah cleared her throat and carefully rubbed her sweater sleeve over her cheek. Mike’s mother, Anne, had not taken Sarah’s ‘no’ for an answer when she had tried backing out of their original plans for Christmas Eve.

“Sarah, just because Michael isn’t going to be here doesn’t mean that you’re not welcome or wanted. Good heavens, girl! I better see your smiling face here or by gosh, I’ll have Hank come and get you with Rudy! No one should be alone on Christmas Eve!” The woman was certainly a force to be reckoned with.

So here she was. Alone and despite the company of all of their friends and family, lonely. She really had no excuse to be. After all, what could Mike be doing right now? She imagined him lying on some bench in an airport, with only straggling travelers and television screens as companions.

“Sarah?” Anne’s voice broke through her thoughts.

Sarah straightened and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. “Hi, Anne. The punch is great.”

Anne took one hard look at Sarah before her eyes softened and she made a quiet sound. Her arms wound around Sarah’s shoulders and she pressed her chin atop her head.

“Don’t look so downtrodden, girl. You’re in good company.”

Sarah sniffled. “But somewhere out there, Mike’s all alone in an airport. He’s got no one to talk with or anything.”

“Oh, sweet girl.” Anne hugged her tighter. “Don’t you worry your little heart. I’m sure Michael’s getting along just fine. Come on, come into the family room.”

The tiny dark-haired woman led her into the largest room of the O’Connell house. The couches, chairs, ottomans, and even the floors were filled with extended family members and friends and neighbors.

A tall tree stood in one corner, draped with garlands of gold and silver tinsel and white lights. Ornaments Anne had collected dangled from the branches. An angel tipped slightly at the very top.

Christmas music played softly. The children were laughing and squealing, the teenagers had abandoned their sulky angst. The adults mingled with glasses of wine and eggnog, the elders escort taksim smiled broadly from their seats with eyes glimmering. The air of cheer was practically tangible. Sarah even felt a tiny bit of her sadness lift.

Rudy and Hank rose from the couch and were on her a moment later. They had begun to fill out nicely and resembled their older brother. Hank gently pulled her ponytail and enveloped her in a hug.

“Glad you could make it, squirt.” His own hair stuck up on one side and his grin was lopsided.

Sarah mock-frowned at him. “As if I would be anywhere else.”

Rudy shyly hugged her, his frame still slightly gangling. “We were worried that you wouldn’t want to come if Mike couldn’t make it.”

Sarah’s lips eased up into a smile. “And miss seeing your goofy faces? Not on your lives.”

Both boys laughed as Anne and Sarah took their places on the couch.

Gifts were passed around the room. Soon, paper was flying and scraps of it hung off the furniture and its occupants. Tacky bows and stick-on ribbons had been the most sought-after weapon in the wrapping paper wars. Hank had slapped a bow into Sarah’s hair. In turn, she had looped his arms and torso in glittery golden ribbons from a present Anne had received. When she had finished, his dark hair was peppered with flakes of the glitter and his cheeks were flushed.

“I think Sarah won that time,” Rudy smiled, a green bow stuck to his ear.

Anne gasped from laughter, hand flattened over her heart. “I dare say she did.”

“Ma, do we have any gifts for Sarah?” Hank stood, stumbling as his foot caught on one of the strands of ribbon.

“I’d thought that Sarah could open hers’ tomorrow morning with you kids.”

Sarah blinked. “Oh-“

“Please dear, I wasn’t going to let you go home and spend the rest of the night alone! I have the guest room made up for you.” Anne patted her hand. “Michael sent a gift ahead for you in case he couldn’t get here. I left it in the room for you.”

“Anne, I don’t know what to say-” Sarah’s eyes stung from trying to hold her tears back.

“Just say ‘yes’, dear.”

Sarah smiled. “Yes, then.”

The front door opened at the other side of the house and the dim sound of voices issued from the kitchen. Anne pinched Sarah’s thumb between her thumb and fingers.

“Merry Christmas, dear.”

Silence fell over the entire room before deafening squeals, shrieks, and cries erupted. Sarah’s head turned toward the entry way. Her heart stuttered and she gasped.

Michael!

She was off of the couch and running across the room before she knew what was happening. “Mike!”

His fatigues were wet with snow, the smell of cold air and damp man clung to him. His arms spread wide to catch her. His hat was knocked off with her impact. Her face buried in his neck as happy tears tracked down her cheeks. His hands rubbed up and down her back as he showered her face with kisses.

Then, the rest of the family was on them.

It was a massive group-hug that had Sarah’s heart glowing. There wasn’t one dry eye in the place as everyone settled back into their places.

Sarah tugged Mike over to the couch and sat in his lap. His face was split with a grin that wouldn’t go away.

“Come on! Who went and turned all the waterworks on?” His voice was like music to Sarah’s ears. It wasn’t crackly with static and he was here. Here, warm and solid in her arms.

The party began to reluctantly dissipate as the night wore on. Mike joked that he had received more hugs tonight than he’d ever gotten in his whole life.

Soon, the family room was empty but for Anne, her boys, and Sarah. The floor was littered with wrapping paper and scraps of tape. Punch cups and discarded plates of food lay on the coffee table and chairs.

Sarah rose from Mike’s lap to help Anne as the woman bustled about with a tray, stacking the dishes and glasses. She waved her away.

“No, escort çapa no. Rudy and Hank can help me just fine. Go on, you two go upstairs.”

Mike rolled his eyes and took the tray. “It’s fine mom. Believe me, this is a cakewalk compared to what I’ve been doing for the past ten months.”

Anne smiled. “You deserve some rest, though.”

“There’ll be plenty of that soon enough. Doing a few dishes won’t kill me.”

Sarah shook her head. “I’ll bring your bag upstairs, okay?”

“Thanks,” Mike called from the kitchen.

Sarah lifted his bag from the foot of the stairs and grunted at its weight. She hauled it up the stairs and took a breather at the top of the flight.

The O’Connell house was shaped like an ‘L’, the addition Anne had had put on the eastern side made for some glorious sunrise views. It also meant that the guest rooms were a little ways from the rooms of the boys and their mother.

Sarah pulled Mike’s bag into the guest room on the right…The room that had been his as a boy. The light switch was cool beneath her fingertips. Something shiny and red caught her eye.

It was glossy paper gift bag. It surface was scarlet, the holographic paper seemed to dance in the light. She remembered Anne’s words about Mike sending a gift ahead for her.

Biting her lip, Sarah edged closer and ripped the tape that sealed the bag’s mouth. White tissue paper crinkled with the widening of the bag. She pushed it to the side and delved her hand beneath it.

Soft material met her fingers. She pulled the item from its hiding place and held it up to the light. A gasp issued from her lips.

It was a very naughty thing. The teddy had cups of red velvet lined with white faux fur. The rest of the skirts were thin cloth that matched the cups, the hem was lined with the same fur. Surely…Sarah rummaged in the bag again. Yes, there they were! The matching bottoms were no more than a glorified thong. It too, was as red at the teddy and was as soft was silk.

A thread of wickedness wound through Sarah.

She shoved Mike’s bag to the wall and turned down the bed before darting into the adjoining bathroom. Her clothes hit the floor with muffled sounds as she hurriedly undressed.

The cups of the teddy just barely concealed her breasts. The flesh pushed up, cleavage spilling over the top in creamy swells. The fur tickled the tops of her thighs and the thong rode low on her hips. She pulled the tie from her hair and shook her curls out. Her face in the mirror was already wine-flushed, her lips reddened from the alcohol as well.

With a smirk, she sauntered out of the bathroom and knelt at the edge of the bed.

After a moment of waiting, Sarah heard the sound of feet climbing the stairs. The boys’ doors closed after them, then Anne called out a good-night.

Sarah nibbled at her lip. Where was Mike?

Then, she heard his boots on the stairs. His steps were softened by the carpets as he walked down the hall. The door opened slowly. The light flipped on.

Mike shut the door behind himself and turned, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Holy Mary…” His voice was a hoarse whisper as his eyes ran over her figure in the red nighty.

Sarah curled her finger in the air between them. “Come here, big boy. I’ve got a wish list that only you can help me with.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mike’s feet quickly carried him across the distance.

“Mmhm.” Sarah straddled his lap as he seated himself, his back leaning against the headboard. “You see, I’ve been feeling…Naughty.”

Mike grinned at that, his hands dragged up her sides before gliding back down to rest at her hips. “You look very naughty in this.” He tugged at the hem of the teddy, making the cups dip a little more.

Sarah’s fingers slid the front of his fatigues open and she tossed them over her shoulder before starting on his boots. She could feel her breasts beginning to slip free of the cups of the teddy escort şişli as she yanked his pants off of his legs.

Once more, she straddled his hips and settled her hands at her shoulders. She placed her lips at his ear.

“Oh, yes. I’ve been feeling very naughty.” Her hips rolled against his. “I’ve been all alone for so long. All I’ve had is myself.”

“Sarah,” Mike groaned.

“And I think you’ve been feeling naughty, too.” She caught his earlobe in her mouth and suckled gently. “All by yourself.”

“You’re not wrong.” Mike’s hands palmed her bottom.

Sarah straightened and ran her hands down her body. “And with only yourself, you can’t get much satisfaction.” She slid her hand between their bodies to where her hips and his ground together. “Oh, no. You can’t get too far.”

Mike’s hips bucked at her touch. A low groan escaped from between his parted lips. “Jesus Christ, I’ve missed you, Sarah. You have no idea how much.”

Sarah planted a finger over his lips as he tried to kiss her. “Ah-ah. I haven’t given you my wish list, yet.”

A grin bared his teeth. “You better hurry, then. Or I’m gonna share mine. And I won’t be talking.”

A shiver trekked over Sarah’s skin at his promising tone. She bent close to his ear again. “I wish for pleasure. I wish I could have you kissing me, have your mouth on me, all over me. I wish I could have my mouth on you. I wish I could have your fingers on me, in me…Instead of my own. I wish I had you inside me, Michael.”

“Sarah,” Her name on his lips was like an aphrodisiac as she rode his lap.

He tore his undershirt off of his chest and set his mouth to hers. Their lips meshed and their tongues tangled. His chest was hot beneath her palms. His nipples were little hard buds between her fingers.

“Mike, please touch me.” Her voice rang with entreaty.

The cups of the teddy were peeled down and folded beneath her breasts. The nipples were already pouty and a pretty shade of pink. She held them as his hands ripped the strings of her thong apart. His mouth was hot and wet as he drew her nipples into his mouth. He suckled until she swore that the only things that were holding her up were his mouth and the hand that he had planted on her back.

His other hand tickled her clitoris in mind-erasing circles. And that was before he delved a finger into her sex. He gave no quarter as his mouth relentlessly roved over her breasts and his fingers plunged mercilessly into her.

Sarah shot into the stars, her body trembling against his as she gasped his name. With a quick, sure move, she had his boxer briefs flying to the floor.

She kissed his belly, trailing her lips down, down. His hips bucked when her tongue licked up the side of his cock. Her hand wrapped tightly around the base as she took the head into her mouth.

“Ooh, my God.”

It wasn’t long before Mike was thrusting at her tongue, eyes rolled back in ecstasy. But Sarah wasn’t ready for him to be finished, yet.

She released him from her mouth and climbed up his body.

Her sex rubbed over his cock, her saliva and arousal drenching him. She positioned him and slowly eased down. A moan left her lips.

“You feel so good, Michael.” Sarah rolled her hips, feeling him twitch deep inside her.

She planted her palms on his chest and began to roll her hips as his bucked beneath her. Their gasping breaths and mingled moans, the slapping of flesh and whispered praise filled the room.

The material and fur of the teddy brushing over Sarah’s skin only added to her pleasure. Her breasts swayed with her every movement. Her hair tickled the pouting peaks.

“Please, please, please.” She chanted, head thrown back and lips parted.

With a brutal groan, Mike’s cock pulsed inside of her. His come coated her inner walls as she orgasmed around him.

Mike’s hands held her limp body upright as she shivered through aftershocks.

“I knew I’d chosen right when I saw this.” He tugged at the hem of the teddy. “My, you were naughty.”

Sarah circled her hips lazily. “I think I still have a few more things left on my wish list.”

Mike grinned. “I thought only good girls got presents.”

Sarah shook her head. “Naughty girls get the best presents.”

~ This story does not contain sex, so if you’re looking for a quick fix, you should probably go elsewhere~

To C., this is for you, and from you in a way. Love you.

~

If you were here, you’d wake up to me spooning against you, my hands slowly dragging up and down your naked body, my fingers softly brushing your hair behind your ear, whispering softly… “Wake up love, wake up.” You feel my hand run up and down your thighs, settling on your stomach for a moment before moving up your side, down your arm, and back down your leg. You turn slowly onto your back and I move over the top of you and start kissing you softly, my lips warm and moist against yours as my hand brushes down your side and up to the curve of your breast. Putting my palm on your supple, firm flesh, making you moan slightly, feeling you reach for my own nipples to pleasure me in return, but I catch your wrist and put your hand gently back down on the bed. You whine slightly at the lost opportunity, but I kiss you again, more deeply and longer, my tongue flicking into your mouth to stroke over yours, my hands still reaching all over your body, barely touching the lips of your cunt, teasing you slightly.

I move my finger slowly down and back up your sensitive pussy lips, back up to your stomach, to your chest, my fingers escort bakırköy moving between your breasts, then down over your soft flesh to tweak and pull at your hardened nipple. You feel me flick your nipple back and forth with my thumb, up and down slowly, side to side, pinching them once or twice, mixing a little pain into your pleasure, then switching my torments to the other. While my hands are occupied I’d take your ear lobe into my mouth, sucking gently, raking my teeth across it, and hearing your intake of breath as I blow air across the moistened surface. I’d shift my hand back down your body, feeling the goose bumps on your hip, and then move my head to reclaim your lips in a deep, long kiss before trailing a line of kisses down your neck, over your collar bone, then lowering myself down to the level of your breasts.

I immediately take one of your hardened nipples into my mouth, you gasp at the sensation, scratch down my back with your nails as I suck it deep into my mouth, then release it to drag the flat of my tongue slowly over it repeatedly, making you moan loudly. I would move to do the same to the other nipple, letting my fingers resume their torment on the one my tongue just left, roughly flicking over it as the other is pulled into my hot mouth. My fingers escort bahçelievler leave your nipple and slowly travel down to the lips of your cunt, barely brushing the length of them, feeling how wet you are, how much I’ve got you turned on. You gasp, not only at the sensation of my fingers, but also at the flicking of my tongue over your nipple, then I release you from my mouth to softly kiss you.

My finger moves up and down the slit of your lips, barely spreading the juices from your dripping cunt, you moan as my finger travels to your slick entrance and slowly pushes inside of you. You clutch at me, scratch down my arm as I slowly begin to draw my finger in and out of your wet cunt, then slipping out and slowly moving up to your clit, dragging my finger over your sensitive flesh. I begin rubbing your swollen bud gently, then drag my finger back down to rewet it, feeling you try to push yourself down onto my finger, wanting more stimulation. I bring it back to your clit, rubbing gentle circles around it, pressing a little harder, pushing you closer to completion. I can feel you begin to quake and slowly stop making circles, putting my finger back inside of you, massaging the hot walls of your cunt softly, teasing you with the edge of orgasm.

I bring escort zeytinburnu my finger back to your clit after a couple moments and restart my circular ministrations again, gently rubbing and rewetting my finger, rubbing slightly harder, flicking over you a little more roughly. “Do you like that?” You hear me whisper huskily in your ear, “Do you like it when I fuck your cunt with my fingers? Rubbing your wet clit?” You pant out a yes, telling me not to stop this time, asking me to make you come. I can hear the want in your voice; you want that wave to crash on you so bad. I rewet my fingers from your hot cunt, and rub again on your clit, picking up speed and pressure, feeling you buck your hips and start to shudder. You are so close, just a few more seconds. I keep circling, whispering dirty things in your ear, and then feel your body clench as your orgasmic wave crashes over your body, gasps and moans escape you as you thrust your hips against my hand, then almost melt into my arms.

I ponder about keeping going, giving you more stimulation, knowing my fingers are close, knowing how sensitive you are to any touch right now, but I decide to let you revel in the post orgasmic bliss, feeling you roll over onto my chest, your head collapsing with a contented sigh. You feel my hard cock against your thigh and look up at me questioningly; I tell you that I can wait until we shower together, which makes you grin. So you just lay on my chest with a sigh as you feel my hands begin to roam over your body again, up and down your back, your arms, down your soft ass, and upper thighs, back to your neck and face as you come down from your erotic high.

“I am very oral and I swallow,” Liz said as my wife Jenna and I sat across from Liz and her husband John in a local restaurant, “but I won’t do anything anal.”

It wasn’t especially strange that the conversation had turned to sex, especially after sharing a few bottles of wine. Ever since we met Liz and John through our kids’ sports teams, we’ve enjoyed frank and at-ease conversation. Over the years, we’d become good friends, but not close or best friends, and we worked to keep the friendship current by going out without the kids from time to time. So here we were, a couples’ night out, in a booth at a very nice restaurant.

It wasn’t what Liz said, but rather how Liz phrased it that got my imagination going. She said, “I swallow” not “I like to give John head” or “I like to give John blowjobs” or anything that related directly to John. “I swallow” sounded more general, more inclusive. After that, I hung on her every word.

“It’s hard for me to give Tony a blow job,” my wife interjected. “I have a small mouth and my jaw gets cramped, but I have to admit I like it when he plays with my ass.” I turned and looked at my wife with a broad smile and raised eyebrows. We are not a swinging couple and I am sure that she wouldn’t handle well the morning after a swing encounter. But, when she gets a little wine in her she does loosen up and in her words “does a little too much sharing”.

“I love it when Jenna shaves herself between her legs,” I offered wanting to push the topic further. My normal voice is very deep and sexy and it only became deeper as I tried to keep my volume down. “It really drives me nuts. I love the feel of her smooth skin in my hands, how it feels when we make love, and I love to go down on her when she’s just taken a bath and shaved smooth.”

I could tell Liz was getting turned on. She leaned in towards the center of the table and following her lead the rest of us leaned in with her, “I always keep myself completely shaved smooth and bare all the time,” this time glancing directly at me unnoticeably for just a second. “I love the feeling of skin-on-skin and tongue-on-skin.” We all leaned back and laughed and we eventually moved on to a different subject.

“Smooth and bare”, “I’m very oral and I swallow”. These phrases kept swirling around in my head and as I stole glances at Liz that night, I started imagining what her smooth, soft, bare pussy looked like; felt like wet and puffy in my hand, slick and warm around my cock or being traced by my tongue. At this point, I was really getting hot under the collar and tight in my pants.

Liz is what I would describe as a uniquely attractive and sharp looking woman. She has small and delicate facial features and kinky blonde shoulder length hair. She has a thin, small-breasted build that doesn’t hold and distribute extra weight evenly and the little extra padding she has resides at her butt and thighs. She really looks great in a tight pair of jeans and a snug fitting top. She often wears small, rectangular, black-rimmed glasses, which give her a classic “naughty secretary” look. Liz is obviously conscious of her appearance and rarely goes out of the house without taking at least some time to make herself up.

But what is most exhilarating about Liz is her intellect. She is a very sharp cookie and it is fairly obvious that she has the brains in her marriage. She is funny, and fast witted. I am likewise and when she and I get going, I can really feel not only the physical energy between us, but also our minds playing off each other in our own private tango.

We finished our evening together “normally” by going to a local club, listening to a band, and going our separate ways. But for days afterwards, I kept envisioning Liz’s smooth and soft pussy and imagining what it would be like with that sharp mind focused on giving me pleasure with her mouth and body.

A couple of weeks went by. Saturday was a beautiful, warm spring day so I decided to take a bicycle ride. At 42 years, 6’1 and 170 pounds, I am fit, lean and modestly muscular and the biking and other exercises keep my ass and legs in particularly good shape. I’m a fairly avid cyclist and when I ride I wear the typical Lycra bike shorts and a tight, Lycra shirt. I feel handsome and sexy when I am dressed like this. I love the feeling of the tight slick fabric stretched across my body and I enjoy the turned heads and smiles from ladies driving by.

My route took me by Liz and John’s house and I found her outside washing the BMW. She was barefoot and wearing a nice pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt. I coasted into her driveway and we started talking. We hadn’t seen each other since our couples’ night out so we had plenty to idly chitchat about.

I was still perspiring and breathing heavily, not only from the 25 mile ride, but also from my fantasies about Liz that were streaming back into my head. As I stood there straddling my bike, I noticed her looking me up and down and once I think I caught her daydreaming and distracted from our conversation. She asked me if I was escort ataköy thirsty and invited me inside.

As we entered I saw her young son walk by. He knew me from the team and we exchanged the typical grown-up to kid “Hi.” He went down stairs to their basement and we headed toward their kitchen. We all live in an upper middle class area in Maryland, situated between Baltimore, Washington, Annapolis and the Chesapeake Bay. As one would expect, her house was beautiful inside and out, being tastefully decorated and well kept. We sat around the kitchen table and talked.

I inquired where John was and she said that with all the kids’ sports, she got some “alone-time” nearly every Saturday afternoon. John, Jr. was home that day because he had been sick and missed school on Friday. I tried to move the conversation slowly and carefully to our night out. I had to find a way to verify my instincts. Was she trying to send me signals the other night? Was she testing the waters? This was tricky. If I was wrong, and this was just harmless fun, then I could be firmly planting my foot into a steaming, heaping pile and threatening our friendship. What I said and how I said it would make all the difference.

“Jenna and I really had a great time with you guys the other night,” I said. “And to be honest with you, I thought it was all pretty hot. Some of the stuff you said in particular really got my motor running. When we got home, I convinced Jenna to take a warm bath and freshly shave and we ended up having quite the evening.” I gave her a big grin. I thought weaving my wife in there at the end provided me just enough cover.

She leaned back and looked directly into my eyes for a moment. I sensed she was sizing me up and thinking hard about what to say in reply. As she spoke, she looked directly into my eyes and slowly leaned forward.

“Tony, you and I ‘get’ each other and so I’m going to take a risk and say something flat out. I know I can trust you, right?” I simply nodded. My heart was beating a mile a minute as she paused and took a deep determined breath.

“John and I have been together since High School and I’ve played a couple times very discretely outside of our marriage. The things you said the other night excited me too and ever since then I’ve been thinking what it would be like to be with you. And seeing you in that tight cycling gear has only made those feelings worse.”

‘Oh shit,’ I thought to myself. I felt my face go flush, my heart was racing and my dick was straining against my bike pants. My excitement was impossible to hide.

“Liz, I have been imagining making love to you too ever since that night. I can’t seem to get the image out of my head,” I said softly.

After a moment, she broke her gaze from my eyes and looked down toward the table. She started speaking through the table as if to someone unseen. “OK then, well NOW obviously isn’t a good time with John, Jr. downstairs. Next week at Noon could work. The house should be empty.” She didn’t wait for my response. Her speech became excited, breathy and a little rushed as she looked back up to me. “I could leave the garage door open. You could ride your bike right in and close it quickly behind you. If the garage door is open and the door leading into the house is ajar, that could be the signal that the coast is clear. Would next Saturday work? Could you wear that outfit again?”

I reached under the table and lightly touched her exposed right inner thigh with my hand and started tracing circles from the inside of her knee to just up and under the bottom of her shorts. This seemed to calm her slightly. She closed her eyes and took in a couple slow, deep breaths and regained her composure. Then suddenly, she shook her head, opened her eyes and removed my hand from her leg.

“Shit. No. Stop. Not now. Save it for next week,” she said.

We both stood up. My cock had worked its way to the left where it could expand more freely. In my tight bike pants, it was plain to see as it pointed toward my left hip. She stepped toward me and with her right hand; she stroked me gently with her palm thru the slick, tight material.

“Mmmm,” she said and looked up at me with a smile. “Now you get out of here, before we do something stupid.” And with that, she gave me a good grab and a little shake.

I took in a deep breath and let out a sigh followed by, “OK. All right. Noon Saturday.” I turned and walked out. I hopped on my bike and took the long way home, giving my hard-on time to subside.

I made love to Jenna that night and another time early in the week. We had hot sessions that were being secretly driven by my fantasies of Liz during the day. After Tuesday, I left Jenna alone, which was just fine with her. I wanted to make sure I was “fully charged” for Liz on Saturday. Jenna has nowhere near the sexual energy and drive that I do, and she was satisfied to just go to sleep the rest of the week.

What would Liz wear? I know what I wanted her to wear, what I’d fantasized she’d wear. What escort şirinevler would she have planned for us? Planned for me? Knowing her, I knew she would think it through and fantasize about it just like I was doing.

Saturday morning came. I put on my tight silk, male-dancer type briefs followed by my Lycra bike shorts, just as requested. On top, I wore a skin-tight, yellow Under Armor shirt directly against my skin. I jumped on my bike and headed for Liz’s.

When I arrived at noon, the garage door was open and only her car was on one side. Checking that the coast was clear, I rode straight into it. I saw that the door to the house was ajar, so I dismounted my bike and closed the garage door behind me.

I walked directly into the kitchen where I was just one week earlier. I could hear soft instrumental jazz coming from the family room, which was one step down and to the left from the kitchen. As I turned the corner, I saw her standing in the middle of the room, smiling at me. She was wearing a teal blue silk robe, which fell to mid thigh and was tied at the waist with a matching silk sash. It had wide, shinny lapels and the front was embroidered with a Chinese bird scene. She wore high-healed shoes and stockings. Their living room and kitchen faced a wooded park area, which was protected from development and provided both openness and privacy. The entire back side of the house was all windows and the midday sun flooded the family room with daylight which backlit her silhouette.

Without moving my gaze from her, I slipped out of my shoes. I removed my bike helmet and gloves and placed them on the kitchen table. I stepped down into the family room.

“You look fabulous,” I said as I walked slowly towards her.

“Thank you, you look great too,” she replied.

When I reached her, I cupped her face with my right hand. She leaned her head into my hand and brought her left hand to the outside of mine. We kept ourselves far enough apart so that we could enjoy the full vision of each other as we stood there. I moved my hand back into her mane of hair, arching my fingers and scratching her scalp past her neck and ear as she let her hand fall and trace my forearm and bicep. She closed her eyes and rolled her head back and around in time with my movements.

While doing this, I look my left hand and starting at her right shoulder, I let my hand drag along the outside of her right arm and down to her hand. On the way back up, I moved my hand to her waist and gently started rubbing her hip and side, enjoying the feeling of her womanly curve thru the silky fabric.

I pulled her to me and for the first time our bodies touched. We looked into each other’s eyes as we brought our lips together and started a series of slow and sensual kisses. Soon we were involving our tongues, first just a little but then deeper and deeper. Our tongues began to dance in each other’s mouths as the kisses and our breathing grew more and more intense.

At this point our hands were roaming and exploring each other’s bodies. I was softly massaging her ass and waist and she was doing the same to me. I pulled away from her and took a step back, leaving us both softly panting for breath. I moved around behind her and started kissing her neck. She tilted her head back and to the side to give me full access to her neck and shoulder. Now my hands had more to play with as they started to trace the soft curve of her belly and chest thru the silky robe.

Taking the ends of the sash in each hand, a gentle tug was all that was needed to have the robe fall open and unceremoniously drop to the floor. To my delight and surprise, she was wearing a full body stocking with an open crotch. It was of fine weave so her entire body was sheathed in silky smooth material. In the opening at the crotch, I saw what I’d been imagining. She was completely shaved and the milky white skin of her lower belly transitioned uninterrupted to form the mounds of her pussy. She looked tight and her lips weren’t very pronounced. It was one of the prettiest pussies I had ever seen, and this is on a 40-year-old mother of 3!

She quickly turned to me and pushed me backwards until my back hit the closest solid wall next to a bank of full-length windows. She turned again with her back now to me. She arched her back and with both hands she reached back and brought my head back to her neck. At the same time, she started slowly grinding her ass into restrained bulge. The smooth material of my bike shorts rubbing against the slippery hose stretched across her ass seemed almost frictionless. The simultaneous sensations and visions were incredible; her hands raking through my hair, my lips nibbling on her neck and ears, the subtle smell of peppermint from her shampoo, my hands tracing from her nipples down to the lower curve of her belly and then back up along her sides along the delicate arch in her back, and her ass gyrating against my cock.

I took this opportunity to finally get my hands on her silky pussy. I ran escort halkalı my right hand down the center of her stomach and reached down between her legs. My middle finger rotated around her clit and along her slit as my other fingers light touched her smooth, puffy skin on either side. The feeling was unbelievable. She was so soft and smooth. My fingers felt alive, like they had minds of their own. As I teased her clit and pussy, she matched my motions with her own gyrations back into me.

My aching cock was trapped downward between my legs like it was encased in a Lycra straight jacket. As I started to reach down to let it free to the side, she noticed what I was doing and stopped me by grabbing my wrist. She turned to face me and said, “Allow me.”

With that, she untied the drawstring of the bike shorts and literally peeled them off me inside out, revealing the little silk, mini briefs I had on beneath. She was now down on her knees and she looked up at me. She flipped me a smile then turned her gaze to the bulge in my shorts. She started teasing my cock thru the cloth with her fingernails, slowly tracing the length from the tip to the base and then under my balls then back again. She then quickened the pace and employed more and more of her hand until she was using her fingers and palm in long controlled strokes. All awhile, I was raking the fingers of both my hands through her scalp.

She started to trace the elastic band in the front of my briefs, allowing her fingers to reach down behind the material and periodically glance my dick. She pulled the shorts off in one quick, deliberate motion. My cock sprang out and up, pointing to the sky (when I’m highly aroused, my cock almost touches my belly even when I’m standing.)

She just stayed kneeling there for a few moments, staring at my cock and slowly tracing its length with her fingernails.

“Tony,” she said, never taking her eyes from watching her fingers tracing my cock, “we’ve known each other for quite a while and it’s been a pretty long time since I’ve been with anyone other than John. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I know I am clean. Have you had any unprotected sex with anyone other than Jenna recently?”

“No, I haven’t,” I replied. “It’s been over a year since I’d been with anyone else in any way, and it was completely safe stuff. I know I’m clean too.”

“OK then, listen. I don’t want to put anything in the way of us feeling and experiencing each other. I don’t want to use condoms with you. I want to suck your dick and enjoy the feeling of your skin against my tongue and your cum filling my mouth. I want you to tell me when you’re about to cum, because it really turns me on and I want to be prepared to take your load. Then later, I want to feel you inside me and I want to feel you cum inside me too.”

Oh, my god, I could barely believe this was all happening. I was so excited I almost came right there. It had been so long since I’d felt another woman’s lips around me or felt the warm wetness of another woman’s pussy around my dick or tasted another woman’s pussy. I hadn’t done anything unprotected with anyone except my wife in 20 years. If it were anyone else, I would have said “no”, but I’d gotten to know and trust her and we both knew we’d be safe.

Though I had a thousand thoughts in my head, a stammering, “OK,” was all I could muster.

With that she went straight to work. She started by licking my cock from my balls to the tip. She covered every inch of my member with her tongue and when complete, she stood up and led me, with dick in hand, to the couch. She sat me back on the large leather sofa, and then crawled up on hands and knees next to me. She took my entire length in three successively deeper thrusts. Each time just prior to pulling back, she locked her lips around me and sucked hard. The combination of her sucking and the natural suction caused by locking her lips as she pulled back was absolutely amazing. I could feel her engulf and surround me as her caved-in cheeks, tongue and roof of her mouth squeezed tightly together around me. Never in my life had I ever had such a fantastic blowjob.

She continued this for a several minutes, taking me completely in her mouth, locking down and then twisting her head as she withdrew up my shaft. When I didn’t think the sensation could be any better, she took her right hand and started to follow her mouth with her clenched, twisting fist while her left hand was gently squeezing my smoothly shaved balls. I have a small silky section on the bottom my sack, which is very sensitive. Instinctively, she found it and focused a couple of her fingernails on that area. By my reaction, she could tell she was hitting gold.

This was all I could take and I started to climax. When I told her, she started to moan slightly and slurp and quickened the pace. I started matching her moans and motion with my hips and I started repeating over and over again, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming”. I came harder than I had in years and as I did, she slowed her pace slightly but continued to suck as I filled her mouth with my juice. I could feel the back of her throat clenching as she swallowed all that I gave her. The head of my cock gets very sensitive after I cum and her continued action caused such an intense sensation, it literally brought my entire body into uncontrollable spasms of pleasure.

By Patty Parker with Karin & Karinna Parker

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD OR OLDER*

Part 2 in the Series: Lesbian Incest/Anal/Strapon/

A few days later…

Della finds herself in a familiar position, one she always feels a bit awkward in: on hands and knees, knees spread widely apart. As Andy climbs onto the bed behind her, that nagging little voice pipes up again, imploring her to STOP, CEASE, PUT AN END TO THIS IMMORAL UNGODLY, AND DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR THIS INSTANT!; her morals will have to take a backseat for now: Mommy needs to be FUCKED, FUCKED HARD in her ASS by her Daughter’s big thick black dildo!…

Her submissive side is most certainly ‘flying it’s FREAK FLAG’ now: Since their earliest encounter, Della finds her mind in a constant ‘loop’ of raw WANT; her mind has been re-wired from firmly heterosexual wife and Mother to Lesbian Anal Sex Slave to a very demanding Mistress…her own Daughter…

Andy doesn’t waste any time; she spreads her Mom’s well-padded buttocks wide, settles the big greasy bell-knob of her big penile substitute against her target, and pushes IN, hard and deep in a single thrust. Della’s eyes shoot open and she yelps with a mixture zonguldak escort of surprise, pain and pleasure as the over-sized latex rectal-plow bogarts its way past her defeated sphincter and into the deepest part of her inner ass. GAWD, it is so long and THICK, stretching her poor bunghole impossibly, DELICIOUSLY wide. The sensation is heavenly, and with every inch that Andy pushes into her, she craves even more…The Young Domme purposely takes her time, feeding her wanton slut of a Mother’s anal craving an increment at a time, bit by delicious bit…Della lowers her belly like a ‘true bottom’, and when the front of her darling offspring’s pelvis contacts her plush glutes, a hoarse croak escapes the besieged Mother’s trembling red lips:

“GAWD…it’s b-b-BIG”, she whimpers. “J-jj-just a few seconds Mistress…so that I can g-get used to it.”

Della realizes suddenly that she’s forgotten something, and hastily adds “Ma’am”.

This amuses Andrea, and benevolent Mistress that she is, she agrees to her Mother’s request.

“Sure, Slavey…one minute should be enough”

Times up! Andy begins slowly; her thrusts slow, steady, rhythmic…there is a bursa escort ragged intake of breath as Della’s itchy rectum is forced open to the limit in order to accommodate the fantastic girth and length of the in-boring bludgeon. Her mouth gapes open and her eyelids clamp shut. A tremor racks her feverish body. She emits a cry not unlike the bleating of a lamb when the fist-like head of Andy’s in-rushing rubber dong blazes a wicked path deep into her anal cavity. The bedsprings croak and rasp as they always do when Andy is ultra-horny, as she is now. Andy is panting in hard, shallow gusts, as she bangs into her mom with deep, exaggerated, ass-stretching strokes. Moans and sighs of sexual delight pour continuously from Della’s parted, quivering lips. The thickness of Andy’s pumping prong cause the inflamed petals of Della’s shop-worn anus to fold inward with each buggering in-stroke. On the out-stroke, the dark, striated, now-smooth pucker clings to the retreating shaft tightly, distending out obscenely from her body as if reluctant to lose the precious dingus for even a fraction of a second.

It seems that Della is caught in a whirlpool of uncontrollable malatya escort and unrelenting INCESTUOUS LUST: INCESTUOUS ANAL LUST…

Her Darling Andy, for all of her rough, energetic, hip-grinding buggery, is a considerate lover; she reaches around to rub pleasurable little circles around her Mother’s clit with her thumb, using just enough pressure, and no more, on the sensitive nub. Della’s eyes have gone blurry with her desire. She feels impossibly, inextricably impaled…rough anal sex is becoming more and more a part of their bedroom games, and Della responds like a true submissive, just as she did with her dear departed husband…she gets a wicked charge from being ridden and ravished so forcefully. Andy is treating her like a common slut. She is ramming that huge dong of hers in and out of Della’s sore anal portal with complete disregard for her poor mother’s discomfort. The unusually brutal anal assault is turning Della on like CRAZY! After another dozen or so almost vicious thrusts into Della’s oily, thoroughly-loosened back-door, and Andy heaves into Della’s writhing, bucking body to the very hilt.

“WWWHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!” Della screams, throwing back her head as the full force of her orgasm washes over her like a surging tidal wave on a tropical sea. Both women shudder ecstatically, with Della sobbing brokenly while her daughter grunts and groans her way through her own blinding spend…Della is in a slight state of shock as the last of her orgasm ebbs away…

CHAPTER THREE Cumming Soon

A.N. Thank you to those who posted kind words on the first chapter of this story and even to those who didn’t.

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SHANNON:

It had been over three hours since I had returned home after being caught coming out a stranger’s apartment by my brother in-law. Honestly, I had been caught doing a lot more than just leaving. Thanks to a few tears and a plausible explanation of it being a one time thing, my brother in-law had sent me home with the promise of his silence.

He had also sent me with a violent warning and instructions to go home and be a good wife. I knew he was terribly angry at catching his brothers wife screwing around.

I could still feel his anger.

I had gone along and done what he told me to do. I stopped by the grocery store and picked up everything needed to cook Jonathan’s favorite meal, chicken parmesan. I alternated between cooking and pacing around the kitchen floor. I was worried sick that Drake would change his mind and decide to tell his brother about what I had done. I couldn’t stop replaying the whole scenario in my head. I couldn’t stop picturing my brother in-law’s angry eyes boring into my own.

I had never known Drake to be so scary or threatening. The forceful way he held me and the harsh way he spoke were seared into my brain. I gently ran my fingers through my hair. I could feel the sore spots from where he had pulled so hard it had made me cry. It wasn’t like him at all. Drake had always been a mild type of man. Even when he was angry, he always kept his cool for the most part.

I had known him since before my husband and I were married. We were even good acquaintances, having a shared mutual circle of friends. We had always gotten along. I even had a small crush on him way back when. When his brother and I married we drifted apart, but that was just the way of life.

He had recently lived here in our house for six months after an ugly break up with his long time girlfriend. He wanted to save up a little money and my husband didn’t hesitate to let his favorite brother move in for a few months, even if it meant he came with his cat. Jonathan was allergic to cats. For his brother though, a prescription for allergy medicine was no big deal. I didn’t mind Drake and Kitty coming to stay either. I had always enjoyed his company. He was kind, good natured, and funny, and he most definitely had attractive qualities that made him very easy to look at.

What woman would be stupid enough to complain about living with a sexy man who could make her laugh?

When he left his girlfriend he went through what I assumed to be a bit of a dry spell with women. Every now and again I would catch him looking at me. I must say I didn’t mind at all. It was nice to have at least one man in the house who looked at me with desire.

I may have liked it a little too much to be honest.

I would shamelessly prance around the house in skimpy little outfits. Tiny jean shorts that let my ass cheeks show, low cut tanks that let my cleavage spill out, or just simply wandering around in an oversized t-shirt with nothing but lacy panties underneath, allowing my shapely legs to be put on display. I would find any reason at all to bend over in front of him, and try to catch him looking. It was all harmless really. Drake never tried anything and I had never mentioned him staring. All I wanted was to be reminded that I could make a man’s head turn in my direction on a whim.

I looked at the large clock that hung in our kitchen. Jonathan was due home in about in hour. I quickly chopped and threw together a salad and put the rest of dinner in the oven to keep warm. I needed to freshen up I didn’t want to continue to smell like sweat, sex and shame, not that Jon would notice any of that anyway.

After grabbing a long night shirt and a big fluffy towel, I made my way to the master bathroom. Before I climbed into the shower, I stopped in front of the huge lighted full length mirror. I watched myself as I undressed. Pulling my pants down over my shapely rear, I turned to look at it. All my years working out had kept it nice and bouncy. I smiled as I ran my hand over it thinking about how pleased that Mason fellow looked when he had seen it in it’s full glory. Then I thought about all the times I had caught Drake looking at it.

I could feel the wetness grow between my lower lips.

I turned to the front to look at my pussy. It truly was an obscene thing. Like everything else on my frame it stood out. It made sure any man who saw me naked was aware that I built for quenching whatever lustful desires they had. It was pink and indecently puffy. When I went to work I always made sure to wear a long tank to cover up my perpetual camel toe.

I slid a finger down my slit, feeling the wetness start to pool at my entrance. Looking at myself, I knew my body was made to be loved and used by men.

I wanted to be used and loved by men or at least, a man.

I had spent years fantasizing that my husband would wake up with an uncontrollable zonguldak escort desire for me…it hadn’t happened yet.

I slowly took my top off and slid myself out of my bra. I held my shoulders back and looked at my chest. They weren’t as perky as the rest of me. Instead they fell in soft rounded globes of creamy flesh that swayed and jiggled at every little movement I made. I reached up to cup them, running my fingers over the pink nipples that stood to attention at the slightest sensation.

This wonderfully lewd body of mine was something I was secretly proud of.

I wasn’t really turned on by any other female form, but I was slightly vain, and I was definitely turned on by myself. After giving my figure another once over, my eyes fell on the part of me that I wasn’t completely thrilled with, my face.

It wasn’t ugly, but it had always seemed, to me, to be disjointed from my body. My body was womanly, and sexy. My face on the other hand had always seemed childish. Chubby cheeks that were always rosy, and covered with faint freckles. There was my rounded chin with a dimple on the left side when I smiled. My small lips the that formed a perfectly pointed cupid’s bow and came up slightly at the corners. My nose was a rounded at the tip. Even my eyes were wide and round with slightly hooded lids that made me look like I was always a little sleepy. It wasn’t a face that men looked at and saw as stunning or sexy. It was just “kind of cute”.

I had always found a way to use it to my advantage though. Growing up my teachers always gave me more attention and treated me with a bit more gentleness than the other children. If an assignment was late, “It was okay, just turn it in the next day.” The parents of friends and boyfriends were always trusting. “Oh you’re going out with Shannon, well have fun, don’t worry about curfew.” The women I trained never found me threatening, and always treated me like a sweet kid.

The truth was those assignments were late because I’d rather be playing outside or hanging out with friends. When my boyfriends and friends and I were hanging out past curfew, I was convincing older college guys to buy us liquor. We would go back and split the bill on some cheap motel room, and party our asses off until dawn. My clients thought I was just a sweet faced instructor, but they didn’t know just how much I enjoyed their husbands attention or how I would flirt shamelessly behind their backs.

I was a bad girl. My sweet face was a lie.

Even my husband who I had been married to for over a decade, couldn’t see past my appearance to realize that there was something wrong. Hell, Drake had even caught me in the act and decided to believe me that it was just a one time mistake on my part.

Or at least he had said he believed me.

The way he pulled my hair and gave me a warning had me wondering if he did completely fall for it or not.

I ran my fingers through my hair and felt for the sore spots. Moaning a bit when I felt them. It hurt, but at the same time looking in the mirror I could see that my body was enjoying relieving that heated moment.

My nipples had become big hard points and my breast were beginning to swell, becoming fuller with arousal. Small goosebumps covered my arms and shoulders and I knew I was radiating warmth from below. I was starting to feel even dirtier, I needed that shower quickly.

Pulling myself away from the mirror, I went to turn the water on to get warm. I started to ponder just how much I would like it with a really dominant partner.

I had always enjoyed a bit of roughness in bed. A little spanking, some biting, the dirty names, oh yes those were always a turn on. As I stepped in and let the hot water run over my curves, I reached for the floral scented body wash and started to lather myself up.

What would it be like to go a further?

I had always gotten hot when I read bdsm themed romance novels. Those books were fun and sexy, but the characters we all too unreal. There were no broody handsome billionaires waiting to ravage me, and I certainly was not a timid twenty something virgin who needing to be taught about the pleasures of my body. It was all just make believe, something naughty to help make me cum.

I grabbed for my shampoo and applied it to my hair and once again felt the those scrumptious points of pain Drake left on me. I could no longer help myself and I let my fantasy take me.

I let the warm water trickle over my swollen tits as I imagined myself on all fours as a collar was placed around my neck. Strong hands caressed my bare ass. A dark voice was telling me to crawl towards him like a bitch in heat. My breast swaying back and forth while I went towards my master, panting, salivating, waiting to be rewarded by getting a taste of his strong manly cock.

“Good girl.”

Drakes words from earlier slammed into my brain.

I was losing myself. The shower head was no longer pointed at my breast, but traveling bursa escort down my stomach, further and further until I could feel the stream of warm water start to spread my puffy pink pussy lips apart. Shoving my hand harder against the handle, I found just right angle where the hot pulsating liquid licked at my clit. Rocking my hips forwards I tried to to deepen the sensual contact. I gyrated the handle and my hips while one of my hands pinched and pulled at my nipples.

I imagined hands tugging at my hair, making me scream and then those same hands wrapped around my throat. My poor dripping pussy was being pounded and stretched beyond it’s limits. The voice whispering dirty names into my ear.

“…Cheating whore…”

I was getting so close to cumming harder than I had ever made myself cum before. I just needed a little more.

I laid my wet body down on the shower tiles and spread my legs wide open. I lifted my hips into the air as I continued my assault on my delicious bundle of nerves with the shower head. My other hand now had three fingers buried deep inside my cunt as I furiously finger fucked myself to the point of sheer bliss. My mind flashed the image of Drake’s stern face looking down at me while I defiled myself, and I was sent over the edge.

“GOD…FUCKING mmmm…DRAKE!”

My pussy convulsed and spasmed. It felt as though all the breath had been orgasmed out of me. My limbs went limp. My hand let go of the shower head, and it wiggled around on the shower floor.

If anybody were to walk in, it might have looked liked I had suffered an unfortunate slippery accident. The only indication that I was fine was the satisfied dreamy look that felt present on my face. Of course somebody might have mistaken that for a concussion. I rolled my head gently side to side enjoying the loose way my muscles always felt after a little bit of self love. I would have laid there longer if it weren’t for the hot water starting to run out and the tiles were beginning to feel cold against my back.

I begrudgingly lifted myself up and turned off all the cold water. I was hoping to have enough warm water to finish the job I had started before I had made myself even more filthy.

No such luck.

But perhaps a cold shower was what I needed after all.

DRAKE:

What was I going to do?

It was almost eight o’clock in the evening and I paced around my apartment with my cell phone gripped tightly in my fist. On my living room table, laid out meticulously in order by date, were printed out pictures and messages.

Evidence…

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As I walked away from Shannon that afternoon, I was convinced there was more going on than her pathetic excuses were telling me. I was also incredibly aroused by the way she looked after I had, handled her so roughly.

I wondered what she would look like on her knees, while I pulled her face down on my dick, by her hair. I bet she’d love every moment of it.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I needed to compartmentalize.

Getting answers and information on Shannon was more important, than dwelling on some fleeting sick fantasy about her. I had to cool down and figure out what I was going to do.

I had of course planned to go to Mason for answers right away. Instead I headed to my own apartment first. I wanted to think about how to approach the subject and how to get him talking. It’s not like I could walk over to his place and start beating down his front door, and demanding answers as to why he was sticking his dick in my sister in-law.

Of course, he didn’t know she was my sister in-law. He might not even know she was married. He may have not even cared if he did know. If Mason really was a client, he’d probably just be fucking ecstatic to get his private yoga lesson and some hot pussy for one convenient price. He probably never considered her marital status as any of his business.

I started to wonder if it was truly any of my business. I don’t know what possessed me to be so goddamn angry about seeing Shannon mess around with a man who wasn’t Jonathan. For fucks sake, I had never been that great at monogamy in any of my relationships. I couldn’t really blame her either, Jon obviously didn’t give her enough dickings to keep her satisfied.

Fucking herself all the time with lifeless plastics had to be frustrating. A woman as sexually vivacious her, should be getting fucked silly every night.

I could almost empathize, having only known my own hand for the past few months.

But…

But what she was did was wrong, and she had cheated on my little brother! That’s what made me angry, wasn’t it?

It had nothing to do with all the times I imagined lending a helping hand in my brother’s place. Definitely nothing to do with being a little jealous that some stranger had gotten to taste the pussy that had been teasing me for the past six months.

She was my brother’s “innocent” little wife. malatya escort Of course seeing her and some douchebag was going to be upsetting.

Nothing to do with all the times I watched her hot tits bounce freely under a thin t-shirt or traced the outline of her pussy with my eyes, through those fucking yoga pants.

No! It was my job as an older brother to protect Jon’s interests and feelings. The thought of her going home, and smiling at him with those wide innocent looking eyes, and lying about her day! That’s was what got my blood boiling.

It was time to take action.

I made myself calm down as I walked out the door. It wasn’t going to do me any good going over there looking like I wanted to punch this guys fucking face in. Taking deep breaths I made my way to his apartment door.

I knocked on the door.

No answer.

This time I knocked louder and giving him a shout.

“Hey Mason ya in there? It’s Drake.”

I could hear some shuffling from inside. The sound of objects thudding and bumping could also be heard. His muffled voice coughing, answered back.

“Yeah, dude just hang tight , lemme get some pants on.”

As I waited I heard more shuffling about, punctuated with a few expletives. When he made himself presentable he finally opened the door.

“Hey man.” he said looking around me with a few paranoid glances, making sure it was just me at the door.

I could plainly see that his eyes were tinted red, and could smell a strong skunky odor had followed behind him.

The guy was clearly on his way to binging on three bowls of cereal and taking a five hour nap. I inwardly rolled my eyes.

“Really Shannon, this fuckwad got you wet?”

After making sure it was just me at the door, he changed his demeanor. A goofy friendly look spread easily across his face.

“So bruh, what brings you to my casa on this glorious day.” He reached out for a quick shake and shoulder bump, in traditional “bro” style.

“Oh, just dropping by seeing if you had the time to help me out with some of that furniture I was telling you about.”

Which had been the truth about an hour ago.

I could tell he had gotten a little too high to remember the conversation from just the other day.

“You know you said you had some tools and might be able to help me?” I was trying to jog his memory.

His eyes looked up as if to search his brain then his face finally lit up. “Oh yeah dude.” He laughed. “You gotta forgive me man, I don’t have the world’s greatest memory.”

“Yeah copious amounts of THC, and fucking married whores can cause temporary amnesia.”

“Hey no problem, if your too busy right now I could…”

“Nah, nah, nah, dude.” He waved away my concern. “Just playing the playstation, you know…” He looked around quickly and leaned in a little closer. “Smokin’ a little of that good shit.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Not too busy to help out a neighbor.”

“Okay, sweet, you wanna grab your stuff and come over in a few?” If I could get my new entertainment center put together and learn more about Shannon, it would be one fucking prosperous afternoon.

“Yeah sure, hey you wanna come on in and partake a little, before we start? He stepped back and gestured inside his place

I shook my head. I wasn’t into pot, or much of anything else for that matter. “No thanks man. I would, but my job does randoms, you know how it is.”

It wasn’t the truth, but when people didn’t think you were cool they tended to clam up.

I needed Mason to feel like he could talk about anything and everything with me.

He nodded in understanding “Hey dude, I get it, everybody needs to make bank, right?” He turned his head and looked backwards at what I assumed to be the time. “Tell you what, I’ll be over at your place in about fifteen, with my tools, and afterwards you come back over here and check out this new game I picked up.”

He must have remembered that I mentioned I was a gaming enthusiast.

“Yeah, that sounds cool, thanks.” I looked at my watch. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Alright man.” With that he gave me a thumbs up and shut the door.

As I walked to back to my place I had to admit to myself that Mason was a pretty decent guy.

It was a real shame I didn’t fucking like him.

A few minutes later back at my place, Mason proved that stoner time was just a myth and was on time, with his tool set in tow. I broke out the the cardboard box that contained my new entertainment center and went fishing for the instructions. After a few minutes of trying our hand at deciphering some sort sort of English/Swedish hybrid gibberish, we decided to just rely on the diagram.

We were nearly an hour and a half into it and it was looking like it was going to be done with just a few more screws. I was sitting on the floor reviewing the instructions one last time. I had been waiting for some organic segway into inquiring after Shannon, but Mason was laser focused and did little more than ask to be handed a wrench or screwdriver.

I needed to initiate.

“Dude, I gotta tell ya how much I appreciate you coming over here and helping me with this shit.”

He chuckled a little. “No problem, anytime.” He continued rotating an allen wrench, securing one of the shelves.

Cindy woke up the next morning on the sofa, to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. Still naked and in pigtails with only a blanket covering her, she got up and made her way into the kitchen.

There her Father sat at the table, dressed in his robe reading the paper. Cindy kneeled down in front of him and untied it, opening it to see his cock.

“Good morning, Daddy.”

Cindy said, just before taking her Father’s cock into her mouth.

“Oh baby girl, that feels so nice. Suck Daddy’s cock, princess. Mmmm, Your such a good girl for Daddy.”

Cindy’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. She was enjoying his morning hard on, as the coffee finished brewing. Sucking and slurping sounds filled the room.

“Mmmm, oh Daddy. Mmmm your cock taste so good.”

Her Father was about to cum when she got an idea. Cindy reached up and grabbed a bagel from the table. As her Father started to cum, Cindy took her mouth of his cock and jerked it. Spurting his thick cream all over the bagel.

“Oh baby, what are you doing?”

“Getting ready to have my breakfast, Daddy.”

Cindy placed the bagel on the table and made them both a cup of coffee. She sat down and took a sip from her cup and began to eat her cum glazed bagel.

“Mmmm Daddy, taste so yummy. I wonder what I’ll have tomorrow morning?”

Her Father drank his coffee and went to get dressed. Cindy finished her treat and went to take a shower. While turning the water on, she heard her Father leave for work.

After her shower Cindy sat on her bed, thinking about what she’ll do for her Father, when he gets home this evening.

She decided to go on his computer and get an idea of some things that he likes.

Once on, she found his favorite file and opened it. In it she seen a list of his favorite fantasy stories and photos. One she liked very much. It was a story about having sex in public places.

Later, her Father arrived home from work.

“Daddy, lets go out for dinner. Maybe we could go to the mall afterwards.”

“Okay baby, come on.”

They went to a Chinese restaurant just outside of town, named The Grand Dragon.

Inside the lights were dimly lit, so they sat in a booth way in the back. The few people that were in there eating, sat up front at the small tables.

After looking over the menu and ordering, the waitress brought their food. Cindy and her Father talked about the day and fethiye escort ate. When she finished her sweet and sour chicken, Cindy slid her hand over to her Father’s crotch and unzipped his pants.

“Cindy. What are you doing? Not here. We can’t be doing this here.”

“Shh, Daddy. No one can see us back here, it’s dark. And besides, you can see if the waitress is coming.”

Cindy pulled his cock out and stroked it, giving her Father a hand job.

“Do you like that Daddy? Does your fucking cock feel good? I bet you want to cum, don’t you? Does Daddy want to cum in my mouth? Would you like to cum inside your daughter’s mouth? Mmmm, ha ha ha, not yet Daddy. Put that thing away before we get caught.”

It’s a good thing Cindy stopped when she did. The waitress just came around the corner with the bill, as he pulled up his zipper. Her Father paid it and they left.

Outside in the car, Cindy pulled up her dress and slid her pantys off and handed them to her Father.

“See how fucking wet I am Daddy? Smell them. Smell the scent of my cunt juices all over them. Does it make you fucking hard Daddy? I know it does. Come on you pervert, quit smelling your daughter’s pantys drive us to the mall.”

Cindy put her dress back down as he started the car and drove. They walked into the mall and entered one of the fashion stores. Cindy looked through racks of clothing, lingerie, and panties. She gathered a few items and headed for the changing room.

“Daddy, I need to try on a few things.”

“Okay Cindy. I’ll walk over with you and wait by the door.”

Cindy went inside and stripped off all of her clothes, except for her heels. She pulled up a pair of black lace crotchless pantys. Cindy looked at herself in the mirror as she pinched her nipples, and opened the door. She grabbed her Father by the hand and pulled him inside.

“Hurry Daddy, come in here before someone sees.”

“Wha, what are you doing? Cindy, my God you’re so beautiful, but we can’t be in here together.”

Cindy got on her knees to undo his pants and suck his cock. As she sucked, he could see though the slats in the door, a Mother and her daughter shopping. He knew they needed to be very quiet or they’ll get caught.

“Cindy? We need to be quiet, I can see people shopping just outside the changing room door.” He whispered, as her head bobbed.

Cindy alanya escort stood up, turned around and bent over.

“Do you like the pantys Daddy? I picked these out just for you. We don’t have much time Daddy, so hurry up and fuck me.”

Her Father guided his cock to her pussy and slid right in. He began to fuck her hard and fast, they had to hurry. While ramming his cock into her, he put his hand over her mouth to help muffle her moans.

Cindy’s tits shook back and forth from the intense fucking. He could hear his balls slapping against her clit. He felt his cock start to spasm, it wouldn’t be long. After a few hard thrusts, he shot a thick load of cum deep inside of his daughter’s cunt.

Cindy felt it hitting her womb and it sent her into a climax. She nearly screamed from her orgasm. Her Father pulled out and buttoned his pants, before sneaking back out of the room.

Cindy got dressed and gathered the items that she took in there. As they walked through the clothing isles on their way to the checkout counter, Cindy hung the cum soaked crotchless pantys back on the rack.

Her Father seeing her do this said, “Baby, you’re so bad. What am I going to do with you?”

“Mmmm Daddy, it’s more like what are you going to do to me.” Cindy whispered, before saying hello to the cashier.

When they got back home, Her Father sat in the recliner and watched the news, while Cindy took her shopping bags to her room, After unpacking them she decided to put some of the new lingerie on before going to bed.

Cindy stripped down and sat at the foot of her bed. She opened the pack of black thigh high stockings, and slid them up over her beautiful long legs. Next was the garter, then the black lace bra to cover her young firm tits. After looking in the full length mirror at herself, she decided to put on her black seven inch heels.

Walking over to her makeup table, she sat and began putting on her red lipstick, smokey eye shadow and eye liner. When she was finished, she sprayed her neck and tits with perfume. Cindy looked like a centerfold, but sexier.

By this time she heard her Father go into his bedroom to change for bed. Cindy got up from her makeup table and walked down the hall to his room. His back was toward her, while he put his watch on the dresser. Not hearing her come in, she slowly crawled up onto manavgat escort the bed and lie down. Finally he turned around.

“Cindy! What are you doing? You startled me, I didn’t even know you were there.”

“Daddy, I enjoyed what we did at the mall, but I want something more out of what we’re doing.”

“What do you mean, Cindy?”

“Daddy,… I want to fuck more. I want to have your cock in my mouth more often. I want it up my tight fucking ass more often. I want to swallow your cum more. I want everything more then we are doing it now.”

“Cindy, what are you trying to say?”

“Daddy,… I’m your daughter, but,… I want to be,… your wife. Please Daddy? Please make love to me? Make me your wife. I love you Daddy.”

Cindy put her arms up as if to hug him, as she spread her legs wide. Showing her pink pussy lips, already glistening with her wet juices.

“Daddy,… fuck me. I’m yours now Daddy, all yours.”

He got up on the bed between her legs and positioned himself, as he slid his cock into his daughter’s pussy.

“Oh baby, you’re so hot and wet inside. Daddy loves your sweet little pussy. Oh Cindy, oh, oh, oh.”

Her cunt felt so slick from her juices. He kept a steady pace as he fucked her, reaching up to pull her bra down so he could suck on her nipples.

“Oh yes Daddy, suck my tits. Suck them Daddy. Suck them and fuck me. I”m yours Daddy, I belong to you. You fucking own me Daddy. You can do anything you want to me, when ever you want. Fuck me, suck me, eat me, spank me. Oh Daddy, you could even fucking rape me for all I care, just give me your cock. I’m your whore, Daddy. I’m your personal little fuck toy. Now use me, use my pussy and fuck me Daddy.”

Her father was violently ramming his cock into her, she had him so turned on. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her.

“Baby I’m going to cum.”

“Do it Daddy. Cum inside me. Shoot all of your hot cum inside me. Do it Daddy, shoot in into my fucking womb. Do you like that Daddy? Does it turn you on? Do you like fucking your own daughter and cuming inside of her little pink pussy? Mmmm Daddy, that feels so good.”

As his cock softened he got up from between her legs, and lie down deside her. Cindy felt his cum start to run out of her pussy, as she reached down and scooped some up, licking it from her fingers.

“Mmmm Daddy, you taste so good. If I would have known it was going to be this good, I would have left you fuck me long time ago. Good night, Daddy.”

Hearing her say that made his cock start to get hard again, as she reached over to turn the lamp off.

As his hard cock began to throb, he thought to himself, “Well, she did tell me she is my whore, to use when ever I want.”

This work is purely fiction and of my own writing. It has no links to any real life people, living or dead, or events. Any resemblance to these are purely coincidental. All characters in this story are 18 and over.

*****

“Loooosseerrrr”

My world came crashing down on top of me, my chest tightened and a black void was closing in around me.

I was stood in the middle of my high school corridor, I had just done the unthinkable and asked Vanessa “the heartbreaker” Pollock out to prom. Vanessa was your typical popular high school girl. Tall, blonde, amazing figure, piercing blue eyes, ample chest and big firm ass. Her naturally beautiful face and that captivating smile were now directed right at me. Her finger pointing right in my face. In life we all have moments that we regret, this one was a major one of mine.

“Go to prom with you??” She shouted aloud to make sure everyone around could hear as a small group of teenagers gathered.

“No way on earth would I go to prom with a fat ass like you!!” She continued to laugh in my face. Why would the most popular girl in this school go to the biggest night of her school life with a small dicked virgin like you?!”

Everyone around me was laughing and pointing, muttering to themselves. I was frozen solid, I couldn’t move. I was speechless. My life was over, I wished for the gates of hell to just open beneath me and for me to fall into its firey furnace. Even an angel to flash a bright light and I could disappear forever. Instead my saviour came in the form of my best friend, Logan. His face appeared in front, he was saying something but I couldn’t hear him.

Logan was my only real high school friend, he was slightly smaller than me at just under 6ft tall. He was of much better build though. No body builder but had a decent amount of muscle about him. He had short black hair, brown eyes and a bit of facial hair growth about his face. He was still saying something to me as I slowly came back to my senses.

“Jacob?! Jac mate?!” He continued to say in my face, I snapped back to reality. The noise of dozens of teenagers laughing at me and the chants of “looosserrr” fillingu the corridor.

“What did I do?” I asked completely bewildered.

“You just asked Vanessa out to prom you idiot!!” Logan said snapping his fingers in my face. He had managed to push me away from the group that were still pointing and laughing at me.

I was speechless again. I looked back up towards the group and to Vanessa. Who was still laughing and now had her hand on her forehead in the snap of a L. I turned away from Logan and the group and darted for the exit. As I hurried down the corridor I passed my younger sister of one year. Only god knows how we are related.

I’m 6ft tall, shaggy brown hair, hazel eyes and yes as Vanessa has already so kindly pointed out, i’m a bit overweight. Ache was quite the feature as well. My sister on the other hand, I don’t like to admit it but she is drop dead gorgeous. Brown hair and hazel eyes like me but her figure is one a girl would kill for. Her boobs were getting bigger by the day it seems and she had the peachiest firm ass I’d seen.

“Way a’ go brooo” she said sarcastically as I scurried out of the school.

———

So that all happened about a year ago. The end of my high school life ended in complete disaster. For the rest of my days I hid away from everyone, finished my exams with decent grades and not a chance in hell did I attend prom.

After I left school, I still felt I had to get away and so I went to a different college than everyone else. Best decision I’ve ever done. It’s completely changed who I am. I have a new found confidence in myself, I’ve been able to recreate who I am. I’m doing well in classes and making new friends. Even managed to loose my virginity thank god. I’ve turned a new leaf as well and my figure is completely different. I even go for runs now and can do more way more than five press ups.

I’ve been at college for the past 10 months and Ive got some time off before exams so i’m coming home. I’m going to surprise my mom Audrey, as she has no idea i’m coming back.

I park my black Ford Focus RS, an inheritance funded gift, a couple of houses away so she’s doesn’t she the car outside. I walk up the few steps in front of our house and drop my bag onto the porch. I take a deep breath and ring the bell.

A few seconds of silence pass before I hear my moms voice “hold on a sec, just coming!”

A few moments later the door swings open and she begins to speak “Hi, hello there, how can I… OH MY GOD, my booyyy!!” My mom lunges out of the house and leaps towards me grabbing me into a tight hug. I quickly return the favour and hug her tightly back. I hold onto her and she begins to shake as the tears of joy and happiness roll down her face. I just hold her close and enjoy the embrace. My mom was a fairly short woman but I have to admit she was a very attractive woman. She was a natural brunette but she had dyed her hair a dark red bahçelievler escort now. It was tied into a pony tail, which left an open view of her massive chest. DD’s at least. She looked after herself and had a well toned body but her ass was a sight to see, nice and plump.

After several minutes she’s broke the hug and wiped her face “why didn’t you tell me you were coming home!!” She demanded.

“Thought I’d surprise you Mom” I smiled back.

“Oh my god, just look at you!” She stepped back and admired me. “In less than a year you’ve already turned into a handsome young man, not like you weren’t before” she corrected herself. She continued to stare at me up and down and if I wasn’t mistaken I could swear she was checking me out. “Anyway c’mon in and get yourself comfy! Your sister will be home soon!”

We went inside and I dumped my bag by the stairs. The house was still the exact same as it was when I left. My moms dad left her quite a bit of inheritance so we were seen ok. However her ass of a husband liked to drink most of it away and had the nerve to cheat on one of the greatest woman on this earth. Thankfully he left us quite a while back and we haven’t heard or seen from him since, good riddance.

My mom and I sat chatting away for the next half hour or so. Just catching up on what had been happening around town and how I was getting on. I didn’t go into too much detail of all my college life but how much it helped turn my life around. Our conversation was interrupted when my sister, Kaylee, came flying through the front door.

“Mooom, i’m home” she announced, not like the whole street couldn’t hear her slam the door.

“Kaylee honey, come into the living room there’s someone hear to see us!” My mom shouted through to her.

“Unless it’s a tall, dark, handsome man or a prince to whisk me away then i’m not interested”

She complained as she stepped into the lounge.

I turned to face her “Hi Kaylee”

“Mom who the hell is …” She cut herself short as she narrowed her eyes at me “fatso is that you!”

“KAYLEE!! That’s no way to speak to your brother!” Moms anger filled the room.

“I’m … sorry,” she slowly walked towards me “Jac is that really you??”

“Yup one and only” I smirked as I stood up. My sister used to always tease me about my weight but I knew deep down inside she loved me and especially after the incident last year it must have looked bad on her too.

“When did you get back?” She asked as she held out her arms and I pulled her in for a hug.

“Only been home about half n hour!” I replied, squeezing her tightly before letting her go.

We were a family again. We spent most of that night laughing and joking as family’s do in front of the tv. Eventually it got late and everyone headed off to bed. I went upstairs and into my old bedroom. Switching on the light and it was like I never left. Everything was exactly how it was before I left, maybe just a little tidier than before. Mom must have given it a clean now and again. Just as I was putting some of my clothes away and tossing my t shirt into the laundry basket, a small knock came at my door. I turned to see my mum standing there with some towels.

“Thought I’d give you some fresh towels incase you wanted to clean yourself up at any point” my mom said from the door as she stepped in towards me.

“That’s great mom thanks, could do with a shower soon” I smiled as I took the towels from her grasp and placed them on my bed. I could feel my moms eyes lingering on me and fixated on my body. “You ok mom?” I asked.

“Huh? Yeah sure son” she snapped from her trance, “sorry just been a long day.” She smiled. “Goodnight my boy, love you!” Mom moved forward and pulled me into a hug.

“Goodnight mom, love you more” replied, returning the hug.

My mom held on for a little longer and I could swear i heard a moan or two escape her mouth. She gave me a quick kiss on the check and scarpered out of my room.

———

I slept pretty well that night, only a couple of weird dreams that shook me awake. The main thing on my mind was my mom. What the fuck was wrong with me. I was lying awake that morning and couldn’t get her off my mind. I was imagining her standing at the end of my bed in nothing but a matching pair of purple lace bra and panties. Her 36 DD boobs were begging to be set free. Her hands on her hourglass hips and wanted a handful of that big ass of hers. For a woman in her late thirties she was a vision of pure beauty.

I couldn’t help but start rubbing my morning wood to the image of her. I slowly started to stroke my shaft up and down. It has been a while since I’ve been able to relieve myself and it was staring to feel really good.

“NO!!” I shouted at myself. “You’re not some randy teenager that will jerk off over anything, certainly not your own mother.” I jumped out of bed and grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.

Our house had one main bağcılar escort bathroom that my sister and I would share. My mom was lucky enough to have her own private en suite.

Luckily the bathroom was free and I could grab a shower. It was just what I needed to cool off and feel fresh.

After my shower, I got dressed and headed downstairs. The house was empty and there was no one to be seen. There was a note on the kitchen table with my moms hand writing on it.

I’m off to work honey, Kaylee’s at school.

Foods in the fridge and all that, just help yourself.

Be home around 5

Love you Jac x

“Oh well house to myself” I said. I headed to the refrigerator and fixed myself some breakfast. Bacon and eggs with some toast. Perfect start.

The next few hours consisted of me mindlessly watching tv, I couldn’t even tell you what crap I was watching. I tried to do some studying for my exams but it felt like nothing was sinking in. It was around three o’clock and I decided that I needed to go for a run, needed some fresh air. Over a year ago I would have happily sat in front of the tv all day long and eat snacks. Not now, now I had the urge to keep active. I put on some loose shorts, trainers and a tight tank top on. I didn’t have any set destination or route, I just set off and ran about town.

I was out for about an hour or so because when I came back my sisters car was in the driveway, an old silver Volkswagen Polo. As soon as I stepped into the house, I could hear the unmistakable laughs and giggles of a group of teenage girls. I entered the lounge and there was silence as the three of them turned to stare at me.

Kaylee’s friend Melanie broke the silence first by whispering to her “who the hell is that hottie?”

Melanie was one of my sisters best friends. 5ft6″, black hair, emerald eyes, small cup chest but still a handful. Her ass was definitely her best feature.

Kaylee turned to her with a small growl on her face and turned back towards me “girls you remember my looser brother, Jacob?”

“No way!” Riley spoke up. Riley was Kaylee’s other best friend. She was the shortest of the three but I would say she had the biggest chest. Whilst I have to admit my sister was the hottest overall. Riley had a certain allure about her. Shiny brown hair in a plete, brown eyes and the most luscious lips I’ve seen.

“The loser got smoking hot” Melanie teased.

“Shut up Melanie” my sister barked.

“Hi girls, Kaylee i’m going for a shower. Girls it was nice to meet you!” I said as I turned away to head upstairs. The whole time I was standing there I could tell that Melanie and Riley couldn’t take there’s eyes off me. Hell I think my sister was even checking me out as well. Oh how times have changed.

Just as I headed upstairs my sister shouted up to me. “Moms gonna be late tonight so dinners on you!”

“Hmph, yeah sure” I said to myself. Once at the top of the stairs I could hear the girls chatting and giggling again.

I stripped off in my room and grabbed an other shower. As I was in the shower and was washing myself. I thought I heard the door creak open. The window to the walk in shower was all steamed up so I couldn’t see out properly but the door was defiantly open a little now. I was about to speak out before I stopped myself. It was kinda turning me on. I don’t know who it was that was watching me, I couldn’t make out who it was but I was certain there was a figure in the doorway.

I tried to make it look like I wasn’t aware they were there but I turned myself so they could see the rough outline of me and my cock through the shower window. I started to soap up my cock and slowly stroked it. After a few strokes and the thrill of someone watching me, even the chance it was my sister, my cock was growing to its full length.

“Holy shit” I could hear a female voice whisper from the doorway.

“Hello” I called out, teasing whoever was there. I didn’t get a response but I hear the door close. I chuckled to myself. I finished cleaning myself off in the shower and headed back to my room.

I dried myself off and threw on a loose t shirt and shorts but I was still feeling a bit horny. In all my life I never thought someone would be watching me, if anything it would be the other way around. Which I must admit I have done to my sister a couple of times. Probably should be ashamed but I was a young horny teenager that wasn’t getting to see any girls in real, any time soon. Online porn was my only real release.

Thinking about it again my cock started to twitch and I had to let loose. I went over and closed the door. Then an idea came to me and I opened it back up slightly. I then went and sat at my desk and positioned myself so if someone did watch again they could see everything but I wouldn’t catch their eye.

I got my computer running and put my headphones in. I went onto my favourite free porn site and started watching some videos whilst ümraniye escort I slowly played with myself. After a while of browsing through different videos, I found myself watching a mom and sister threesome. It was hot as fuck. You couldn’t tell from watching it that it was mom and sister but with the sound on the story set it up that way. I was really turned on now so I picked up the pace. Stroking faster and harder along my shaft.

I had one headphone in and one ear free, and sure enough I could hear someone at my door. I didn’t want to turn around and scare them away so I moaned louder and worked my shaft faster. I turned my head slightly to get a glance. I couldn’t make out the face but someone was watching me. I slyly turned down the volume on my headphones and I heard soft moaning. I wanted so bad to turn around and see who it was but some part of me told me not too.

Knowing I was being watched now I really turned up the act. I increased my pace and moaned louder so my watcher could hear. I closed my eyes and started to imagine that it was Riley sucking my cock, her red luscious lips working their way up and down my shaft. I could feel my balls start to tighten and I knew I was close. I now imagined It was Melanie sucking my cock faster and faster. Just before I was about to cum, images of my mom and sister started to fill my mind. The image of these four amazing woman sent me over the edge and I exploded. Shot after shot of cum shot out, I was lost in the moment to even realise where my cum was going,

“Fuucckk” I gasped. That felt really good. As I came back to reality, I couldn’t help myself and checked the door. It was Riley that was watching me, her hand down her pants. She was so lost in the moment she hadn’t realised I was looking at her.

“Shit” she whispered as she disappeared behind the door, followed by footsteps running away. I smiled to myself then turned my attention back to my computer.

“Fuck me” I said, there was strips of cum over my desk and on the floor. Even some on my tshirt, there was quite a lot.

I made quick work of cleaning it all up and chucking my t shirt into laundry basket. Throwing a new one on, I headed downstairs to get a drink and see what the girls had to say for themselves.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs my sister shouted at me from the lounge “Jacob, did you say anything to Riley?”

“Eh no?” I replied, “why?”

“Well cause she came back downstairs and just made the excuse she had to leave in a hurry!”

“How’s that my problem?”

“Was just asking dickhead!” She huffed back.

“Maybe you should ask her then” I shouted as I made my way to the kitchen.

“Fuck you, I’m taking Melanie home” was all I heard, followed by the front door slamming.

“The fuck is wrong with her?!” I said to myself.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and downed about half of it. Then there was tapping sound coming from the back door. I went over to check through the window, it was Riley.

“Riley?! What are you doing?” I asked as I opened the door.

“I’m here to offer an apology ’cause i’m so embarrassed” she shyly replied.

“Apology for what?” I feigned ignorance.

“Well for me watching you like ten minutes ago as you played with yourself. I couldn’t help it. I had seen you in the shower but wanted a better look.” She went on “I just got carried away when I saw it and it was so hot that I couldn’t resist touching myself.” She confessed.

“So you spyed on me in the shower?” I grinned.

She simply nodded.

“Then you wanted to see the real deal and ended up getting carried away as I stroked my big hard cock,” I said.

She nodded again and bit her lip.

“So what can I do for you then?” I smirked.

“Can I see it again?” She quietly pleaded.

“Hell why not” I simply dropped my shorts and let my cock hand free. I was full of unfounded confidence.

“Her eyes widened, it’s so big” she let out a small groan.

“It’s get bigger” I told her with a wink.

She just stared at it with amazement and began to reach out her hand but was stopped when I pulled my shorts back up “heeyyyy” she cried out.

“Not here” I said, her face went sad “in my room” I quickly replied.

Her face grew a big grin and we closed the back door and skipped up stairs.

Up in my room I closed the door behind me as Riley took a seat on the edge of my bed. She was wearing tight denim jeans, a cute white tank top and a denim jacket which she took off and placed on the bed.

I walked over and stood in front of her. “You can pull them down this time” I winked at her.

Riley bit her lip again and reached forward. She didn’t go for the waist band but ran her hand over my crotch. My cock twitched at her touch. Her hand pressed against my bulge and she just stared at it in a trance.

Riley then reached her hand into my shorts and grabbed my cock, a moan escaping her mouth “it feels so thick.” She used one hand to pull my growing member out and used the other to pull my shorts down with a bit of help from me.

As my shorts feel to the floor, Riley just held my cock in her hand and admired it with amazement. Her hand slowly started to move and I found a moan of my own escaping. Even after just jerking off no less than fifteen minutes ago, my cock was growing quickly in size.