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We left the very next day, taking what we could fit in Mom’s SUV and withdrawing as much cash as the machines would allow. We hit several before Mom’s card was confiscated by the last one for suspicious usage, but we had plenty to run for a while. I was driving, heading west, trying to get as far away in the first day as we could. Our mistake was not dumping the vehicle and finding something else. It was stupid, especially after watching so many TV shows. I didn’t expect to be followed so soon.

We were on the freeway, it was after dark and Mom had just woken up from a nap.

“You ready to drive? I need a break,” I asked her.

“I have a better idea,” she said reaching over and grabbing my crotch. “Why don’t you keep driving and I’ll make it worth it.”

I couldn’t argue and only smiled in the dim light as she worked on getting my cock out of my pants. Soon she was stoking it gently as the road moved quickly under the wheels of the SUV. Her hand felt wonderful again and there was just something about my mother’s handjobs that always made me feel safe and secure. The only problem was we weren’t.

Out of nowhere two dark sedans came up on both sides of our vehicle and closed in almost touching the sides of the SUV. The windows ran down and two men, one in each car, pulled out automatic weapons and pointed them at me. One of them motioned for me to pull over. Mom had no idea what was going on since she had leaned over and was now sucking my cock with her head in my lap. I hesitated because the pleasure was taking my mind off of what was happening around me. Finally I had to pull her off my cock before they started shooting.

“Mom… we’re in trouble… Dad found us,” I said putting my quickly softening cock back in my pants.

“What?” she asked, sitting up and finally seeing the problem.

“Swerve at them, knock them off the road!” Mom screamed.

“Are you nuts! This isn’t a movie. We have no choice but to pull over.”

“If your father takes us we’re both dead, David. We have to try and get away.”

I didn’t believe Dad would actually kill us… not his son and wife, not even for what we had done. As I was pulling over Mom was screaming and trying to turn the wheel and stomp on the gas. She was terrified; I had never seen her so frightened before in my life. I had to fight her off just to keep control of the SUV. At the side of the road I jammed the vehicle in park and she fell back into her seat hysterical.

“You’ve killed us! We’re dead, David we’re as good as dead!”

Both of our doors flew open and I was grabbed roughly by two men that held me by my arms and forced me into one of the black sedans. Mom was taken the same way and put in the other. The men sat on both sides of me and the car sped off down the freeway before exiting and turning around back toward home. They didn’t say a word even when I asked them what was going on or where they were taking me.

*****

They didn’t take me home, instead they exited in the business district and pulled up to a warehouse I’m sure my father owned. I didn’t see the other car with Mom; I had no idea where she was or if they were bringing her to the same location. I was nervous as you can imagine but my fear got worse when I was escorted into the building and found Makayla waiting for me with a defiant look on her face. The next thing I knew Dad came out of an office and smacked me so hard across the face I couldn’t see for a few seconds.

“My own son! Fucking my wife! Tell me this isn’t true! Tell me this young lady is kastamonu escort lying, David!”

Makayla had totally ratted us out, just like she had threatened. My father probably knew everything and if I tried to deny it, it would only make things worse.

“It’s true… but…” another smack tossed my head the other way.

“But what? You love her and she has needs I wasn’t supplying!” he yelled hitting me again, this time in the stomach with his fist.

I fell forward on my knees with the breath knocked out of me, struggling for air. When I looked up I saw something that took me aback for two reasons. One my dad had his dick out of his pants and two; it was long, think and hard! I knew right then Mom had lied to me. Dad wasn’t impotent and he sure as hell wasn’t small.

“Does this look like something I can’t please your mother with, David? What about you, young lady? Do you think I can’t please his slut mother with this!?” he yelled turning to Makayla and shaking his hard very long cock at her.

Makayla didn’t answer, she turned away and tried to walk until two men grabbed her and pulled her back to stand next to me.

“She told me… she told me your mother said I was impotent and useless to her. I fuck her every night! Sometimes twice…. with this!” he shouted. “She lied to you and you believed everything she said!”

“What are you going to do to her?” I asked, more concerned about Mom than myself.

“Oh she’ll get what she deserves, don’t you worry.” “Question is…. what am I going to do with you?”

Two guys grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet.

“I have an idea. I’m going to make you watch as I teach your mother a lesson. Bring her in boys!” he shouted.

From around the corner two men dragged my naked mother toward us. She had ropes around her hands and a gag in her mouth. Tears streamed down her face and when our eyes met she looked away ashamed and terrified. The two men pulled her over to a wall and hung her tied arms on a hook high over her head so she was barely able to reach the ground.

“Your mother’s one of a kind, boy. The biggest slut I’ve ever known. She’s insatiable, can’t get enough… ever,” Dad was saying as he walked up to my mother.

He got behind her and ran his hand up along her pussy and over her ass. “She’s wet already, even now she’s begging for it?” he said showing me his wet hand.

“Don’t do this, Dad.” I said, regretting it.

“I’m doing this and if you don’t shut up I’ll do her next!” Dad screamed pointing at Makayla.

She gasped and looked at me terrified now.

“See what you did? We’re all fucked now,” I said.

Dad turned back to Mom and grabbed his throbbing cock, positioned it at the entrance to her pussy and with one harsh thrust slammed every inch into her. She screamed out, going onto her toes as he rushed into her. Dad took his hands and wrapped them around her, grabbing hold of both of her breasts and pinching the nipples extremely hard just as he thrust yet again into her. She screamed over and over as he began pummeling her from behind. I could see his cock glistening in the warehouse overhead lights. Mom was extremely wet, Dad wasn’t lying, maybe she was everything he said she was. Maybe she was enjoying this and those screams were cries of pleasure.

She had obviously lied about Dad’s cock; I clearly had gotten my size from him. She had deceived me into fucking her by making me feel sorry for her not getting any. Of course I was to blame as well. I would have fucked her anyway, but the lies and deception made my face hot. I knew now why she had freaked out on the freeway. She knew her deception was going to come out, that I would find out about her lies and she would pay the price.

I was forced to watch, though I couldn’t turn away. Dad proceeded to fuck my mother as hard as I’ve ever seen a man fuck a woman before. He was grunting among her screams and when she gushed, her famous squirting orgasm I knew without a doubt Mom was the ultimate slut and was enjoying the pounding Dad was giving her. Her juices dripped off his cock onto the concrete floor as she came, and still he thrust into her… his anger feeding his power. Mom screamed out in ecstasy which continued even after the flow of juices eased down.

He never let up on her tits either, pulling, pinching, and smacking them until they were purple from his hands. The old man had staying power; he fucked my mother like that as hard as he could for twenty minutes as Makayla and I were forced to watch. Just as I thought he was going to cum he pulled out and turned to us.

“She’s not getting off that easy, Boy… oh no she still wants more, lots more.”

He turned back to her and I could see what he intended. His cock head was a bit higher now and he forced it into my mother’s tight ass, making her yelp as he broke through her snug ring. Her screams quickly turned kayseri escort back to pleasure as he began fucking her ass just as hard as he had her pussy. After another ten minutes Mom’s body shook independent from Dad’s thrusts. She was on the verge of another orgasm. This woman I call mother was insatiable a nympho of the highest order and she was cumming again from the hardest anal fuck I’ve ever witnessed. She put the nastiest and smuttiest porn stars to shame by taking everything my father could give her and cumming even harder.

“Holy shit, David… your mother’s enjoying it… she’s cumming again? What the fuck is wrong with her?”

“She’s out of control, deceived us both.”

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing, how is she taking him like that?”

“That’s my mom.”

My head was forced back to watch my parents going at it just in time to see my dad tighten up and explode inside my mother’s ass. He screamed and cursed as his cock let loose deep inside her. His legs strained, his hands clenched my mother’s breasts tight as the semen surged out of him. When he was finished, he back away, his cock flipping out of my mother’s wet ass, covered in his white cum. Just as he pulled out a river of semen gushed onto the floor to mix with my mother’s juices. Her ass remained wide open from the thick cock as her legs shook, trying to support her weight and her ass dripped the remaining globs of my father’s load. My father left her hanging there turned and walked back over to us, his cock still hard and covered with cum.

“Take him home, keep him there. And as far as you, young lady. You have seen and know too much about my family and obviously can’t keep secrets. Get rid of her,” he said to the men holding Makayla.

She screamed, fighting against the men but they easily carried her out of the door to the car. I was too stunned to react, too shocked to try and help her, or maybe just too angry with her to care.

*****

I was confined to my room, only allowed to leave to use the bathroom. Even my meals were brought to me. I didn’t see my mother or know anything about her. I was worried that Dad had gotten rid of her like he had Makayla but I didn’t know. This went on for a two weeks. I was a prisoner in my own house, wasn’t allowed to go to school or call anyone. After the weeks my father showed up and came into my room.

“I have a present for you, something that will take your mind off your mother and being stuck here,” he began, before turning toward the door and saying, “Stasha, please join us.”

In walked this young, dark haired, large breasted gorgeous woman dressed in a mini skirt and spaghetti strapped blouse that hung straight down off her breasts to reveal her pierced navel. I knew exactly why she was here and it pissed me off. Dad was trying to do what I thought Mom was doing with Makayla, but I had my doubts anyone could replace my mother.

“David, this is Stasha, she has similar qualities as your mother… enjoy,” he said before turning to leave and shut the door.

“Hello, David… you don’t look pleased I’m here… maybe I can change that,” she said walking toward me.

I was sitting at my computer, having spun around in my chair when my father had come in. After two weeks of being a prisoner I hadn’t cum, just not feeling like tossing off even in the shower. I missed my mother and the depression hasn’t helped me feel very frisky. Now this stunning woman was alone in my room and there for the sole purpose of fucking me. My cock suddenly came alive without my say so and lurched in my pants as she crossed the room on her high heels. Her legs were bare, tan and waxed, perfectly shaped with plenty of calf in the heels.

What would you do? Would you give in and fuck the hell out of her or would you rebel against your father and kick the whore out of your room?

Stasha knelt on the ground before me and immediately reached for my cock. I grabbed her hands, gripping tight and yanked her up as I stood as well. I tossed her on my bed roughly and stood over her.

“My father obviously thinks you have potential and qualities I might like. What gave him that idea? Sure your beautiful and have a great body but so do hundreds of women.”

Looking up at me, she looked fearful, I wasn’t exactly gentle. She also hesitated to answer but I think I already knew. I’m sure Dad took her for a spin or two or three and now I’m getting his sloppy seconds just like Mom as it turns out. I felt like a dope, a stupid naïve kid like I guess I was.

“Well? Tell me? Tell me how my father fucked you silly and liked the results so much he thought he’d share you? Is that what happened, Stasha? Is it!” I screamed.

“Yes!” she screamed back, “That’s exactly what happened,” she said in a much lower tone.

“Wow, so you handled his big cock and must have like it. How many times did he make you cum?”

“Four kıbrıs escort times.”

“Really? Four? Wow and did your pussy gush?”

“Yes, once.”

“I see, and can you swallow his cock?” I asked, getting hard and not caring.

“Yes, all of it.”

“Quite the pro, aren’t you. So my final question is this… what about your ass? Did you take his big cock in your ass? Don’t you lie to me!”

“Yes, your father fucked my ass and I loved it!” she screamed.

“Oh really, let’s see about that!” I said, reaching out and rolling her over onto her stomach, pulling her legs around so her beautiful butt faced me.

I lifted her skirt and wasn’t surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear, just a moist pretty shaved pussy beneath the skirt framed by an amazing round bottom. I ran my hand up her wet sex and smeared her juice all around her puckered rosebud, pressing in two fingers slightly. Dropping my pants, I grabbed my huge hard cock and smeared saliva on the tip and stepped forward. Placing the head at her ass, I pushed forward and into her hot tight hole. She screamed but half way through the yelp it turned to pleasure as my cock rushed into her all the way to my balls. She was a fucking slut for sure. I couldn’t ignore how good it felt though, after two weeks my arousal increased rapidly as her ass encased my cock in bliss. Already my balls were tight and I knew I wouldn’t last long, especially in this splendid creature’s butt. My dad was no idiot he had done his homework and Stasha was an exceptional piece of ass.

When I pulled out the exquisite sensations rushed through me as Stasha’s ass grabbed each inch tightly like she was doing it manually. It was difficult to stay mad, it felt so good. Dad’s little present all wrapped up in Stasha was amazing and my cock appreciated it immensely. I reached forward, placing my hands under her and grabbing her braless tits. They were fake, it was evident as soon as I squeezed them but they felt great and her nipples hardened very fast. She moaned loudly as I slid my cock back into her and pinched her now erect nipples. Damn, this ass was hot and tight and the bitch was loving my cock or faking it really well.

“That’s it, David, fuck my ass like your father did… Give me that huge cock!” she screamed.

I sped up knowing that I would cum faster but not really caring. I needed a good release and filling this sluts ass was the perfect way. She moaned and screamed with each thrust into her until I couldn’t hold the buildup any longer and let go, exploding deep inside her while I held my cock all the way in. I felt the semen rush through my dick and surge into her, the climax huge after keeping two weeks’ worth of cum in. My cock just kept contracting, uncontrollable, forcing my large load out for almost a minute. The pleasure was undeniably awesome and I could hear her voice through the bliss.

“Oh fuck yeah, David, fill my ass full… feels so good, all your hot cum inside me.”

I ignored her and after I was finished I pulled out, wiped my cock on her ass and told her to get out.

“Sure thing, big guy, hope to see you later,” she said, fixing her skirt and walking a little different than when she first arrived.

I fell onto my bed, lowering my head into my hands and felt like crying.

*****

That night I was allowed to join my father for dinner. I looked for Mom on the way downstairs but saw no sign of her. My father was already there, not waiting across the long table and eating steak. I sat down, looked at him and picked up my knife and fork.

“Did you enjoy your little present?” he asked. “Stasha told me you took no time and just fucked her ass.”

“I was angry.”

“And horny apparently… she said she sat on the toilet for 10 minutes to empty you out,” he smiled.

“Nice dinner conversation,” I said.

“You little prick, shut the fuck up!” he yelled, making his face red.

I could tell he was still very pissed off at me. Who knows what he was doing to Mom or if she was even alive. I sat quite, cut my steak and ate, listening to only the sounds of our knives and forks. Several minutes later I finally got up the courage to say something.

“How’s Mom?” I asked.

He looked up, chewed some food and then said, “She’s still paying for what she’s done. You didn’t think what happened at the warehouse was all she would get, did you?”

“No, I didn’t. Will I ever get to see her again?” I asked.

“That depends on her rehabilitation.”

“Rehabilitation? That’s what you’re calling it?”

He was about to yell again, I could see his face redden and his hands grow white on the utensils.

“You dare try to lecture me after the disrespect you’ve shown? I’ve given you everything you little puke and this is how you repay my love… by fucking my wife, your own mother and then lecturing me on how I see fit to punish her. You’re lucky you’re not with her, I’ve cut you some slack because I know this is mainly her fault, it’s just how she is. Don’t try me, Boy; your situation can get a hell of a lot worse.”

I stayed quiet again and finished my meal as he did. When he was finished he stood up, wiped his mouth and dropped the expensive monogrammed napkin onto his plate and looked over the table at me.

I phoned my mother and told her we were still stuck. She said a few of the out-of-town relatives weren’t able to make it to the wedding at all, but fortunately most of them – the ones who hadn’t had to plan the trip around college classes like Zoey and me – had shown up a few days early.

The wedding wasn’t until tomorrow evening, and the highway was supposed to be open by tomorrow morning, so we weren’t going to miss it.

Zoey and I decided to explore the town, which didn’t take very long at all. The sun was out, but it was bitterly cold. Zoey leaned her body into mine as we walked, and I took that as an invitation to put my arm around her and hold her close. It felt as if I were with a girlfriend, and I knew that wasn’t right, but I liked it.

And I guess for the next twenty-four hours, she was my girlfriend. Sort of.

We were probably in and out of every store in town before noon, the high point being the fifteen minutes we spent wandering through the 7-11. Zoey picked out a pair of cheap mittens, and insisted on treating me to a pair as well.

We wandered back to the motel, and I wasn’t sure what would happen next: what I wanted to do was go back to the room, strip her down to her yellow panties, and kiss her – but I wasn’t sure she’d go for that. I wasn’t sure what the ground rules were, and in fact we’d never really kissed.

We’d made one another cum, but we hadn’t kissed.

What happened next, though, was as we were walking through the motel lobby, the girl behind the counter – she was a few years older than us, I guess – said “Say, do you guys like to sled?”

Zoey and I looked at one another. “Sure, I guess,” we both said pretty much at the same time.

“There’s a big fucking hill right behind the parking lot,” the girl said, “and my brother’s sled is propped up next to the utility building next to it. You guys are welcome to borrow it.”

“Sure,” I said, and at the same time Zoey said “Thanks.”

“We have to go to the room first,” Zoey said. I wasn’t sure why; but as soon as we got there, she opened her little suitcase, and quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. She saw that I looked confused, and showed me a pair of thermal underwear, tops and bottoms. “It gets insanely cold by Grandma’s in February sometimes,” she told me, pulling on the thermals. “You didn’t bring a pair, just in case?”

I shrugged, mostly thinking I was sorry to see Zoey’s underwear being covered up by thermals.

“Your loss,” she said, layering her jeans and sweater over the thermals. She put her shoes back on, grabbed her jacket, and said “Let’s sled.”

It was a pretty nice sled, sort of a steerable toboggan – I guess when you live in Frostbite Falls, a good sled is a good investment – and there was more than enough room for both of us to ride. She insisted on riding in front, so she could feel the wind on her face, and that left her in charge of steering. I wrapped by arms around her and I guess I had my hands on her breasts: but through a parka, a winter shirt, a thermal top and a bra, it was hard to tell.

The first time down the hill, we just went straight, full speed.

The second time, she made us swerve several times, shouting “Yee-ha!” every time she almost made us capsize.

“Women drivers,” I muttered as I dragged the toboggan back up the ardahan escort hill. And then “Ow!” as she punched me in the arm (though of course I didn’t feel much through my own parka and winter shirt).

I stopped walking and kissed her

“Are you ready for Zoey’s Wild Ride?” she asked me as we got ready for our third run.

“No!”

“Good,” she said, as we began our nightmare descent.

This time she was too reckless: halfway down the hill the toboggan flipped over. I got thrown off, and she got dragged through the deep snow before she finally came to a stop. It looked like her head was actually under the snow for a few seconds.

I got to me feet and ran over to her. “Zoey, are you okay?”

I helped her to her feet. She was shivering uncontrollably. “I-I think so. The snow was s-soft.” She took a few steps, just to prove to both us us that she could. “So f-f-fucking cold. Donny, I have snow in places, uh, places you haven’t seen seen yet.”

I helped her, half-carried her, up the hill and to our room. She had a few scratches on her face, but seemed otherwise okay. She sat down on one of the beds, depositing a pile of snow on it, and I went into the bathroom to start a hot shower going.

She was still shivering when I came out, fumbling with the zipper of her parka. “I’m going to be s-so black and b-b-blue by tomorrow,” she said.

“Let me do that for you,” I said. I removed her parka, then pulled her sweater and her thermal top over her head. More snow fell to the bed with every layer I removed. No wonder she was still shivering: she was carrying half of last night’s blizzard around with her.

I pulled off her shoes, socks, jeans and thermal bottoms. And I could see she hadn’t been joking: she had managed to get snow inside her panties.

“Go ahead,” I said, nodding at the bathroom.

She started for the bathroom, unclasping and removing her bra as she walked. I couldn’t see anything from behind, of course, but I enjoyed how her ass looked in those small yellow panties. Then she stumbled slightly. “Zoey,” I said, “you okay?”

“My right leg’s a bit wobbly,” she said. “Come into the bathroom while I shower, okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid of falling.”

“Sure,” I said, following her in.

She stepped inside the shower stall, still wearing her panties. The shower door was heavily frosted, so I could barely even see her shape. She tossed the panties over the top of the shower door. “I can’t believe the rate at which I’m going through these,” she said.

“Well, you can always go without them. Especially tonight.”

“Donny! Are you being naughty?”

“It depends. How are you feeling?”

“I’m thawing out nicely. And the hot water’s doing wonders for my arms and legs. I think I’m going to be no worse for wear other than a few bruises.”

“In that case yeah, I’m being naughty.”

“In that case,” she said, “come in here with me.”

I didn’t hesitate for a moment: I stripped out of my clothing, opened the shower door, and stepped inside. My cousin was wet, naked, soapy and beautiful.

She pulled me close to kiss me, crushing my hard cock against her belly.

When we separated, I looked down and saw the shower water dripping of of her adıyaman escort sparse public hair. I wished I could remember my cock pressing into her pussy last night, and wished I could just bend her over right now and fuck her.

She suddenly stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and handed me one. “Come on,” she said, leading me back into the bedroom. Then she took off the towel, spread it out on the bed, and lay her still-wet body on it. Then she grabbed the 7-11 bag, pulled out a small box, and tossed it to me. “The mittens weren’t the only things I bought you to wear,” she said, as I caught the box of condoms. “I was saving them for tonight, but why wait?”

I’m sure I was smiling so widely, my face was in danger of splitting in half. I ripped open the box, and began fumbling with one of the condom packages.

“I was with you when I came for the first time, you know,” she said.

“You were?”

“That night when we watched Brad and Wendy… I was so turned on, even though I had no idea what it was all about… I woke up, it was the middle of the night, and I felt such a strange itch, and I needed to put my fingers there… And now here we are, and Donny, don’t wait, just fuck me right away.”

Condom on, I climbed onto the bed and guided my cock to the entrance to my cousin’s pussy. I’d been fantasizing about this moment for years, of course – but those fantasies never involved Zoey (at least not until last night).

She smiled at me and nodded, and I pushed myself inside of her She winced for just a moment, then relaxed.

“Oh God,” I said softly. Even through the condom, I could feel her warm wetness.

“Mmmm… I’m so glad it was you, Donny.”

“Feels so good,” I said, fucking her slowly. “You feel so good.”

“Go faster, Donny, please. And harder. Oh yeah, like that… it’s okay to be quick this time, I’m already so close to cumming…”

I started pumping her harder, watching her breasts quiver. I was glad she didn’t want me to prolong this because even though I’d cum twice since last night, I didn’t think I’d be able to last very long.

She was pushing up her body to meet each of my thrusts, and finally she said “Cum now, Donny. I want to feel you.”

And I came. Hard. I came so much, I was surprised the condom was still I place.

“Oh shit!” Zoey cried out, her body shaking. After about thirty seconds she settled down, still taking quick, shallow breaths. “Wow. I don’t suppose we can do that again right away, huh?”

“I wish,” I said, holding the condom in place as I carefully slip out of her.

I’d just removed the condom and getting out bed to bring it into the bathroom when the room door flew open and we heard an angry “Hey, what the fuck?” It was Jenny, the girl from the front desk.

Zoey gave a loud, girlish shriek – okay, I probably did too – and we both dashed under the blanket.

“Oh,” Jenny said, a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to interrupt– but I’m pissed off at you two. I told you can use my brother’s toboggan, without his permission, and instead of bringing it back, you left it at the bottom of the hill in a snowdrift. That’s not cool.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I totally forgot about it. We had an accident, the thing overturned, and I thought karabük escort my cousin was seriously hurt, so I brought her back here.”

“Okay,” Jenny said. “I can understan – your cousin??” Uh-oh. I guess she hadn’t missed the part where we were naked and I was holding a used condom.

“Umm…” Zoey said.

“Okay, whatever. Are you okay?” Jenny asked her.

“I think so. Just knocked about.”

“Let me take a look,” Jenny said, approaching the bed.

“What??” Zoey asked.

“Oh,” Jenny said, “I should have mentioned I’m in my last semester of nursing college. My parents own this place, so I help out behind the desk on weekends. Up to you.”

“Okay, I guess.”

Jenny looked at Zoey’s face. “You hit the snow head first?”

“Yeah.

“Did you lose consciousness at all? Any dizziness?”

“No. No.”

She peeled back the blanket, exposing Zoey’s naked body, and then touched in turn each of her limbs. “Oh,” Zoey said, when she touched her left leg.

“Okay,” Jenny said, covering her back up, nothing seems to be broken – you can’t always tell these things yourself, believe it or not – but you’re going to look pretty black-and-blue probably by the end of the day. And expect to wake up stiff as hell tomorrow morning, especially that left leg. I suggest you send your –” and here I noticed her raising an eyebrow slightly “– cousin over to the 7-11 or the drugstore for some extra-strength Advil, because you’ll need it. Other than that, you should be fine.”

“Thanks,” we both said.

She gave us a smile and left the room.

“Okay,” Zoey said, “that was so embarrassing on so many levels.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” I agreed.

“Hey, you’re not the one who got an impromptu naked exam. Or maybe… you’d have liked that, wouldn’t you?” She pulled the blanket off my body. “Nurse Jenny was kind of cute, wasn’t she? You’d have liked Nurse Jenny checking out your chest, wouldn’t you?” she asked, running her hands across my chest. “And your thighs?”

“Mmm,” I said.

“Oh dear… my nurse’s training tells me your penis shouldn’t be that swollen. What can we do about that?” And with that she took my cock into her mouth and started sucking it.

This was better than anything I’d ever imagined, and it was hard to believe she’d never done this before. Still, while I was somewhat impressed with myself that I’d gotten hard again so quickly, we both quickly realized there was no way I was going to cum this way; so Zoey let my cock fall out of her mouth, opened up another condom, slipped it over my cock, and then mounted me, with a satisfied grin. “This one,” she said, “we take our time.”

“Are you sure this is okay for your leg?” I asked her.

“For now, yeah,” she said. “I have a feeling I’m going to be a mess tomorrow either way, so this is my one chance to be on top like this. So shut up and let me fuck you.”

I did, and she did. And it was wonderful.

We used up two more condoms after dinner and when we finally went to sleep, she decided to keep her panties on so we wouldn’t end up fucking in our sleep like we almost did the night before: the last thing she wanted, she said, was to be safe and careful all day and then get herself knocked up while we were both unconscious.

When we woke up, she was pretty much unable to bend either leg or raise her right arm – and let’s not even discuss how black and blue she was. I had to dress her, and after a lot of frustration she decided to go without her bra for a day. The highway was clear, and we made it where we were going in plenty of time for the wedding.

That night, though, was when things really got interesting…

Kayla shivered in the cool mountain air as she stared out into the darkness. Behind her she could hear her friends laughing quietly as the three couples snuggled around the warm campfire. She didn’t begrudge them their happiness but it was times like these that brought home her loneliness. The campfire lent an orange glow to the trees behind her and sent flickers of light beaming through the night. Kayla leaned forward wrapping her cold arms around her bent knees and gazed up into the star speckled sky. The noise behind her slowly quieted as the various pairs gathered themselves and headed off to their respective tents. Eventually it was only Kayla and the forest sounds around her. Then a soft moan drifted towards her from the campground and Kayla smiled bitter sweetly as she heard it. Another shiver wracked her frame but she had no desire to return to camp and interrupt someone’s lovemaking. Slowly she drifted into a half trance, staring out at the moon and stars, listening to the quiet woodland noises around her. Suddenly as another shiver shook her body she felt something extraordinarily soft and warm drift down onto her shoulders as someone sat down next to her. It should have shocked her into wakefulness but it didn’t. Somehow it just seemed right to have the large man gracefully sit down next to her on the grass after laying his velvety green cloak across her shoulders. His oddly golden skin and brilliant green eyes didn’t seem out of place here in the forest. Instead he seemed almost a part of it, breathing gently with the wind, as it swept past stirring Kayla’s hair. She smiled at him and admired the muscles of his arms and chest. He wore nothing but the tight black pants that hugged his legs and hips.

“Aren’t you cold?” Kayla inquired dreamily as she stared hungrily at his body. The stranger just smiled at her and shook his head, his black hair skimming across his neck and shoulders.

“Why aren’t you back with the others?” The man asked, his deep voice soft and caressing. Kayla felt it slide over her with a lovers touch.

“No point, they’ve all got their own company. I’d just be in the way.”

“In the way? Somehow I doubt that.”

Kayla just shrugged, not feeling up to detailing her ‘love life’ to this man and turned her gaze back out into the dark. They sat there in companionable silence for a while. Then Kayla tilted her head sideways and gazed at the man next to her, admiring the way the moonlight gilded him in silver. “Are you sure you aren’t cold? I think there’s enough room in this cloak for two.” She offered.

“Is that an invitation?”

Feeling detached and adventurous Kayla shrugged, “Why not?”

The man smiled seductively and instead of coming closer to her he reached a long arm out and guided her between his legs, her back resting against his bare chest and the cloak now settled around his shoulders. Rather than the immediate groping that Kayla expected the man settled her against him and wrapped his arms around her, shielding her from the light breeze and allowing her to relax into his warmth. She sighed in comfort and allowed her hands to drift slowly up and down his thighs. For a while she was content with the position then, feeling that things were progressing too slowly, she tried to turn in his lap. Her lover-to-be’s arms tightened around her enough to prevent her movement but without hurting her in any way.

“Shhhh….” His breath whispered in her ear, “Calmly. There’s no hurry tonight.”

His lips began brushing against her neck just behind her ear and slowly drifted down the left side of her neck to her shoulder. Kayla could have cursed the t-shirt she wore if she’d had the thought to spare from the feelings his lips were creating within her.

Suddenly he rose to his feet, pulling Kayla with him. As he rose his fingers hooked the lower hem of her shirt and he pulled it up over her head. He dropped her shirt next to the cloak, which had spread over the ground when he stood. The man quickly dealt with her bra and dropped it with her shirt. His warm hands dropped to her shoulders and slid slowly down her arms as his lips traced a path down the other side of her neck. Kayla tilted her head to the side to give him better access and shivered again, this time not due to the cold she could no longer feel. Kayla felt him lick her neck and shoulder as his right hand slid around her waist and up to her breasts. His left hand also came around her front but instead of heading up it went down across the front of her jeans and settling itself at the juncture of her thighs. Kayla’s head fell back against his shoulder as three of his fingers thrust themselves between her thighs and began to rhythmically pulse against her. His right hand found her breast and scooped its fullness into his hand, his thumb brushing gently across the already swollen tip.

Kayla groaned at the feel of his hands on her body and parted her legs slightly to give him better access. She had no idea why she was letting this stranger touch her but it had been so long since she’d been with a man that the feelings he was creating were too intense escort topkapı to resist. Her hands reached down behind her and grasped his hips pulling him against her. She could feel his erection against her buttocks and a bolt of pleasure shot through her.

“No,” he growled as she rubbed against him, “Tonight is for you.” He pulled his hips out of her hands.

“That’s not fair to y-you!” Kayla gasped as he pinched her nipple lightly.

“I’ll get my pleasure too, not to worry but for now let me please you.”

Kayla gave in without much of a struggle as her mind tried to cope with the signals his touch was sending through her body. Her hands dropped to her sides in surrender and she was rewarded with a surge of pleasure as the fingers of his left hand increased their pace. The approving growl vibrated down her spine as he kissed his way from her shoulder point to her neck. Suddenly he bit down on the gap between her neck and shoulder. Kayla’s knees immediately collapsed and her body weight was caught on the fingers moving between her legs and the strong arm across her torso. The sudden pressure on her clit caused such a burst of ecstasy that her back arched involuntarily thrusting her breast deeper into his hand. Kayla faintly heard him chuckle at her body’s loss of control. He had to be incredibly strong because Kayla was not a small woman but he seemed to take her weight with no problem. His fingers began to change their rhythm and strength sending waves of pleasure washing over her body. His upper hand began massaging Kayla’s breast while his forefinger and thumb pinched her nipple. He raised his elbow and brushed his forearm across the tip of the other breast, teasing her with the silken caress, the rougher hairs contrasting and complimenting the softness of his skin. Kayla’s hands clenched into fists as she fought the desire to turn and take control.

“Very good,” he whispered approvingly as he dragged his hand across her chest to the other breast and began lightly pinching that nipple, “Can you stand for a moment?”

Somehow Kayla gained control of her shaking knees and braced herself into standing on her own. In response his left hand slid back up her stomach and undid the button and zipper on her jeans. He pealed the two halves apart making sure to brush his fingertips across her abdomen, tempting her with the thought of them on her body without cloth between them. His right hand abandoned her breast and she moaned in protest until she felt it gliding down her side. Grasping her waistband with a hand on either side he guided the jeans down over her hips and thighs. Following his downward movement he kissed his way down her spine to the small of her back where he gently nipped the skin and suckled on the tender area. Kayla felt goose bumps rising up and around her ribcage at the suction in this sensitive spot. She swayed slightly before regaining her balance and slid her legs further apart to help remove her jeans. He paused maddeningly just above the waistband of her panties and began kissing slowly around her waist to the front.

Kayla was so involved in the feel of his tongue against her skin that it took her a moment to realize why he had stopped before fully removing her jeans. Looking down into his laughing green eyes she realized that it would be impossible while she still wore her hiking boots. She flushed in embarrassment then blushed even harder at his knowing wink. He quickly untied and loosened her boots and he helped her as she kicked them off her feet, the grass cool under her socks. Bracing herself with one hand on his shoulder she lifted first one leg then the other and her jeans and socks quickly joined the pile of her clothing. His skin under her hand was hot and silken to the touch, making her want to run her hands over every exposed portion of him. She reached for him just as he pulled away from her. The smile he gave her was almost wicked with promise but he once again moved behind her.

Kayla gasped at the contrast between her skin, cooled by the night breeze and his heated body as he again clasped her in his arms. This time he pulled her back fully against him, leaning her back up against his hard slightly furry chest and nestling his groin into her buttocks. The feel of his hardness so close to her most sensitive area sent shocks of bliss shooting through her. His hands returned to what they were doing before, the sensations more intense with the loss of her jeans between them. The scrap of fabric covering her pubic area was only enough to tantalize her further, it was no barrier to whatever plans he had in mind. Once again he began teasing her neck, this time nibbling and licking across the back of it. Her head dropped forward in submission as her legs spread once more on wobbly knees.

This time he delved deeper between her thighs, his fingers dancing across the already damp area as he palmed her mound. The slight calluses on his hand scraped infuriatingly slowly across her sensitized clit. Kayla gasped in ecstasy when he pushed suddenly forward with his hips escort güngören while pushing back with his hand sandwiching her between his engorged cock and his steely arm. She felt him begin to thrust his hips against her as his middle finger pushed upward, just slightly entering her but denied full access by the barrier of her panties. She moaned with need and bucked her hips slightly wanting more… more of everything… whatever he was willing to give. She felt his lips curve into a smile on the skin of her shoulder as he pushed her enjoyment higher with hands and mouth. She should have felt embarrassed by the wetness beginning to soak her underwear but the sensations that were causing it were too much to think through, she could only relax and experience it. The wet fabric stretched more under the pressure from his fingers and he entered her a little further. The contrast of the slight roughness from the cotton and the heat she could feel through it from his finger aroused her even further and she came up onto her toes. Her breathing was deeper now and more erratic with small sounds of bliss escaping her lips. He seemed to enjoy hearing her pleasure and rewarded her with deeper penetrations, tighter grips with his fingers and lips and slightly harder bites. She could feel his cock straining against her back with each small sound.

Apparently having teased them both enough for the moment Kayla’s lover released her and stepped around in front of her. Her eyes grew wide for a moment at the sheer arousal reflected in his before his mouth swooped down and claimed her lips for the first time. One arm wrapped around her back and cradled the back of her head in his grip as the other arm snuggled her into the hollows of his body. His cock surged against his pants as he rubbed it on her abdomen. Expecting a savage kiss to go with the fire in his eyes Kayla was surprised at the gentleness he showed. His lips floated over hers lightly, barely touching but burning wherever they rested. His tongue slipped past his lips to gently lave her lower lip and swirled over her mouth. Rather than returning for a second pass he continued to give her butterfly kisses up her cheek and used his lips to close her eyes. As her lashes descended she could see a devilish delight gleaming from his eyes. He passed across the bridge of her nose and kissed the other eyelid as well before tracking back down to her lips. This time his kisses were a little harder, almost a request, a beckoning for Kayla to release her control and allow him in. Without thought Kayla’s lips parted slightly with a sigh and her lover accepted her unconscious invitation. His lips fully covered hers and his tongue ran lightly along the part, teasing and tasting. He made small forays into her mouth licking the inside of her lower lip before retreating. Kayla opened her mouth wider and tilted her head to the side to get a better position. This was one of the most intensely erotic kisses of her life and with her eyes closed her mind concentrated solely on the sensations.

Assured of her willingness his hand dropped from the back of her head and slowly moved down her back, caressing every inch of her skin he could reach. His other hand dropped to her hips and held them still while he gently rocked his pelvis against her.

“Please,” Kayla whimpered.

“Please what?” her lover questioned as he pulled her lower lip gently between his teeth.

“P-please may I touch you too?” she begged, her hands were opening and closing involuntarily with the need to touch that golden skin rubbing against her. His chest hair gently rasped across her swollen nipples prompting her to groan.

“You may… ” Kayla gasped as his hands grabbed her butt and he surged into her, his cock rubbing against the already sensitized clit straining against her panties.

Kayla opened her mouth to his questing tongue as her hands were finally allowed to caress the powerful body giving her such pleasure. Her hands roamed his back feeling the leashed power and tension in the quivering muscles. The rumble from deep in his chest gave proof of his enjoyment as his lips conquered hers. His tongue thrust inside her mouth the way she wished he would thrust inside of her. Daring and bold he plundered her mouth, entering and retreating in a dance older than time itself. Kayla savored his taste and began to respond, fencing with her tongue. His response to her play only encouraged her and she swept his bottom lip with her tongue. While their tongues dueled her hands traced the lines of his muscles across his back, she lightly scored it with her nails and exulted in the shivers that raced across his skin. She reached for the waistband of his pants and began to follow them around to the front, desperate to feel his hardness in her hands, not behind the barrier of his pants. Her hands made it to the front and slipped the button from its hole. Her finger tips lightly caressed the downy trail of hair leading below his waistband. She could feel his stomach muscles clench at her touch and felt his cock jerk against her. escort güneşli She slid one hand slowly down its length taking the zipper with her to open his pants to her eager touch. There was no underwear to bar her way and as soon as the zipper was down his cock lunged out, released from its prison. Kayla gasped at the size and heat coming from it. She opened her eyes as her lover jerked away before she could wrap her questing hands around him.

“You are far too tempting,” he rumbled. His hands swept down her arms to prevent her from grabbing his throbbing cock. “Hush little one. It will happen soon enough.”

Kayla whimpered a protest at the glorious sight of this aroused man in front of her. Being unable to touch him, taste him, feel him inside her was almost more than she could bear. Her eyes flashed to his face as his mouth twisted into a pained smile.

Pushing her hands back to her sides he transferred his hands to her waist and slowly backed her up until her feet hit the edge of the cloak now spread over the ground. He knelt gracefully in front of her and slowly drew her panties down her legs, touching and stroking her heated flesh. Kayla gazed down at the top of his head, her mind focused on the feel of his hands then his lips as they crossed her abdomen. Once her panties had joined the pile of clothing he looked up at her, his eyes burning with desire but still he didn’t act on what she could clearly see. He gently kissed her navel and ran his hands up her back, alternately caressing and massaging until he reached her shoulders. He hooked his hands gently over them and slowly pulled her down until she was laying on the cloak. Her legs naturally fell to the side opening her most private areas to his full view. He slid his hands out from under her shoulders and around to the front, cupping her breasts as he moved over her.

“Lie still,” he ordered gently. Kayla nodded in acquiescence and bunched up some of the cloak beneath her head for a pillow. She enjoyed watching him as he touched her, the sight of his hands on her skin increasing the sensations he was creating.

He leaned forward over her, settling himself between her spread legs, and nuzzled her neck, forcing her chin back while he kissed her. Then he moved down to her left breast and began to suckle. Kayla inhaled sharply as the heat of his mouth engulfed her nipple. The contrast between the cool night air and the damp heat of his mouth was staggering. Her back arched slightly as her body strove to get closer to the one creating so much delight. His right hand slid down her side and under her back and helped draw her closer to him. His left hand surrounded her other breast and began molding it to his grip. The gentle pressure from his hand was a counterpoint to his strong sucking on her nipple. Each flick of his tongue across the engorged nipple sent ripples of pleasure throughout her body. Kayla’s head moved from side to side as she reveled in the sensations. Her hands came down to his shoulders and began gripping and releasing the tense muscles in the same rhythm as his tongue across her nipple. The sudden sharp pleasure/pain of his nip caused her to lunge upward into his body and she could feel the vibration of his chuckle where they touched. His tongue lovingly soothed the bitten flesh causing Kayla to shiver in response. He repeated this over and over again, bringing her to a singing tension that was almost painful to experience. She wanted more, all of him, inside and out with a desperation that should have surprised her.

After having devoted such attention to her left breast he switched his focus to the right and repeated the process. Kayla began to writhe gently within his grasp rubbing herself against his silken skin in an attempt to sate the burning desires he was creating within her. Her gasps became moans of need as his attentions became more aggressive, the suckling harder and the pinches longer. She cried out when he pinched her left nipple and rolled it at the same time, the shaft of ecstasy shooting straight to the center of her body. Her fingers dug involuntarily into his shoulders as her head pushed back against the makeshift pillow. She grabbed his hips with her thighs and tried rubbing the neediest part of her against him. His hot hard cock rested at the juncture of her thighs and the contrast between his silken skin and her wet slit drove Kayla even further over the edge. His left hand slid down her side and grasped her thigh roughly as he rubbed over her, grinding into her hips a little and making her shiver uncontrollably.

His movements became harder and more demanding against her and Kayla could feel herself tightening up, her hips thrusting up into him in a strong counterpoint to his rhythm. Suddenly he pulled away from her, leaving her nipple shining wetly in the cool air. The shock of his departure pulled her back from the edge and she groaned in protest, her hands reaching to cup his head and bring him back down to her. He turned his head and gently grabbed one of her fingers in his teeth. The sensation as he drug his teeth down her finger was strangely erotic. “I thought I told you to lie still,” he rumbled as he pulled away from her seeking hands. She resisted him as he began to disengage himself from her grasp. His laughter crashed gently over her as he firmly spread her legs apart freeing his hips. Kayla whimpered another protest but he gently laid a finger over her lips to silence her.

***Many thanks to NickJBella for editing this story for me!***

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No sooner than I had gotten my suitcase unpacked, there was a light rap at my hotel room door. My heart skips a beat every single time I go through this scenario but, this time, I was a little more nervous than usual. I opened the door and exchanged an eager, inviting smile with my visitor. I could tell that he had just gotten off from work; he was still wearing his button-down shirt, dress pants and tie. He must have been anxious to see me since he hadn’t made his way home to change first.

Without saying a word, I grabbed him by the tie and quickly pulled him into my room. I greeted him with a hot, wet, lust-filled kiss. I haven’t been able to see him in over a month.

When I finally let him up for air, he took my face in his hands and studied me. “Baby, I have missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” I said as his kisses made their way across my cheek and onto my neck. “Can you stay long tonight?”

“I can only stay for a little while. I didn’t exactly have much notice to come up with an excuse as to why I wouldn’t be home right after work.”

Ah, yes. I failed to mention that my lover is not only slightly unavailable, he is a married man. One would think this little tidbit should deter me from being with him. But, he and I have known from the beginning that a serious relationship between us is something that could never happen. It’s just ferocious sex without the commitment. Hence, he went ahead and married the woman he had begun dating shortly after we met because it’s what she wanted. I never believed his heart was 100% on board with the idea but he thought it was the only way to prove to her that he loved her and only her to keep her happy. More like an obligation than anything else.

“Ok. I’m sorry for not letting you know sooner that I was planning a trip to see you,” I said with a little sadness in my voice as I looked at the floor. “It was a spur of the moment decision and I took the opportunity.”

“No worries, babe,” he said as he delicately lifted my chin with his finger. “I’ll spend as much time as I can with you before you have to leave,” he promised as my hands subconsciously pulled his tie loose from around his neck. I slipped it off and tossed it to the floor.

“Zealous much?” he jokingly asked as my fingers quickly made their way through the buttons on his shirt. “Not going to say, “Hi. How was your day, Hun?”

“If I were truly anxious, I wouldn’t have been bothered with trying to undo the buttons. I would have just ripped it off from you,” I said with a smirk. “But, I wouldn’t want your wife to ask you what happened. I’m not sure how you could explain that one away.”

“No, that wouldn’t be good. She’d probably stop putting out if she ever found out about you. I can’t have that! I need her as a release for when I start missing you.”

I let out a slight gasp as I couldn’t believe he had just said that. “Do you ever feel guilty about us?”

“I do, sort of. I mean, I think I love her and all but I don’t think there’s any emotional connection with her anymore. After we got married you know I tried to take a break from you but I just couldn’t let you go. Something keeps drawing me back to you even though we just can’t find a way to be together. Why? Are you starting to feel guilty?”

“Not really. Whenever I think about it too much, I just hook up with *my* someone special and I feel a lot better afterward.” There. I said it. He now knows he is no longer the one and only in my life.

He looked at me with his jaw slightly dropped. Noticing the surprised look on his face, I asked, “What? You thought you were always going to be the only one for me?”

Following a moment of stutters, “I’d like to think that I’m more than just a fuck buddy to you.”

“You are. You’re the reason that I can’t find true happiness with anyone else. Do I sense a little anger?”

“A little… I…do you…gah; I don’t even know what to say!”

“You’re the married one yet you’re the one who’s jealous?! You’re the one questioning my feelings for others?”

After taking a moment to calm down, he asked, “how do you really feel about me?”

“I care about you. I think at one time I had fallen in love with you but I had to push those feelings to the side when I realized that there was never going to be anything more between us than what we have now. I do have strong feelings for you still.”

“So, the other guy…?” as he rolls his eyes, “does he mean anything to you?”

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now. I want to spend my time focusing on you,” I said as I started to pull his undershirt out of his pants.

He broke his silence by saying, “I want to hear about how dirty of a girl you can be escort taksim when you are away from me,” with a sly look on his face.

I raised an eyebrow. Has his attitude about the whole situation changed? “You *really* want me to talk about fucking my girlfriend?”

His eyes widened and his lips silently mouthed the word, ‘what??’ “Hell, if I had known that, I’d have pestered you for a threesome.”

“I don’t share well that way and I already have to share you with your wife.

“Ouch. A simple no would have worked,” he laughed as he started pulling my shirt up and over my head. “So? I don’t hear you spilling any dirty details.” He planted kisses on my neck and shoulder.

“Why are you so interested in that?”

“In some crazy way, it’s turning me on. My cock is getting hard with anticipation,” he said as he stepped forward and rubbed his rock-hard crotch against me. “Tell me about what you do with your girlfriend.”

I reached down and unbuckled his belt. After unfastening his button and sliding his zipper down, I realized just how obvious his curiosity was affecting him. His pants slid down to the floor and, as soon as he kicked his shoes and pants off the rest of the way, I pushed him to walk backward toward the edge of the bed.

“Sit!” I said in a stern voice as I pushed my hands on his chest with enough force to make him fall backward onto the bed. “She kind of likes it when I’m the one in charge.” I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. I let it slide down just enough to get a sneak peek of the top of my nipples. “Do you want me?”

“Oh, God. Yes!” He whispers.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“You’re so fucking sexy. My dick can’t get any harder,” he begged. I dropped the bra and took my breasts into my hands. I lightly squeezed them and rolled my nipples between my fingers. I gasped as I gave them a firm pinch. I could hear him gasp as well.

“Take your underwear off. I want to see just how hard your cock really is.” He promptly followed orders.

“Stroke it. I want to watch you,” I instructed.

“But, I’m afraid I’ll…”

“Do it!” I demanded. Once again, he did exactly as I told him. I watched his hand slowly, yet firmly, getting down to business. My sexual appetite was taking over and I could feel myself starting to drool from both sets of lips. I finally removed my pants and underwear and stood directly in front of him. I placed one foot on the bed next to him, giving him a front row seat to watch what I was going to do. I slowly trailed my finger between my breasts and over my stomach. I swiftly slid my finger inside and withdrew it slowly. I reached up for my lips as his eyes followed my every move. He watched as I sucked my sweetness from my finger. I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I reached down once again to collect more, but this time it was for him. I placed my finger near his mouth and slid it along his lips. I slipped it into his mouth and he let out a pleasurable grunt as he sucked on it.

“Lie down,” I instructed in a whisper. He crawled backward up to the pillows and made himself comfortable. I crawled my way up to him; kissing his legs the entire way. When I reached his cock, I could see that the skin was extremely tight. The poor thing looked like it’s going to split in half. I looked up at him and slightly stuck my tongue out.

“As much as I want it, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he blurted out.

Without answering, I made one long, stiff lick up the entire length. I could feel his body flexing as he focused on holding back.

“Tell me more about what you and your girlfriend do to each other,” he asked with hopes of distracting me from the physical torture.

“What do you want to know?” I asked with the most sensual tone I could pull off. I continued to kiss my way up his stomach and chest while he rattled off a whole list of questions.

“Do you take turns with each other? Any toys involved? Does one of you play the “guy”, so to speak?”

“There aren’t any set roles, it’s spontaneous” I spoke softly as I made my way to his face. I kissed him deeply before delving into what was probably going to be his biggest fantasy. “When we decide to role play, she is the one to lick and finger my pussy first until I cum hard.” Kiss. “And while I’m slipping the strap-on onto myself, she lets me watch her play with her pussy.” With another passionate kiss, I hear a sigh slip from within his lips.

“You wear the dick?? You have no idea how fucking horny this is making me! I think I’m going to blow my load before you even start with me.”

“That’s ok. I think I can get you revved up again without a problem,” I said as I rubbed my hot, wet crotch against his. “After she gets nice and wet, I give it to her…hard. I ram her pussy with that huge cock that I love to wear.”

“Fuck me, now!” he begged.

“You haven’t even heard the best part,” I said as I reached down and begun to escort çapa stroke his throbbing member. “She and I have something very special in common.” I placed my lips close to his ear and softly finished, “we both love being fucked in the ass.”

And with that, I felt his body tense as he released himself all over my hand. His body was trembling; his breathing was hard. “Holy shit, I haven’t had this happen since I was in college. Tell me what you want,” he panted at me.

“I want you to devour my wetness.” He quickly rolled us over and began to take out his frustration on me. His kisses and nibbles drove me wild. He was rough with anxiety and I liked it. I loved the feeling of his teeth against my skin and the firm squeezes his hands made. He placed his hot mouth on my breast and I was overtaken by pleasure and pain as he bit and sucked hard. I let out a delightful squeal and I could hear him growl. He lifted his face and admired the mark he had left.

“Marking your territory?” I asked with a smile.

“Sorry. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I just have all these feelings coming out at once.”

“You know I like it rough,” I said with a smile and a wink. He returned my smile and continued on his way. He circled my belly button with his tongue before sliding it inside; the tickling did little to take my mind off from my throbbing bite mark. I touched it lightly with my fingers to feel the heat being given off. This turned me on even more.

I bent my knees and spread them wide to give him the best view of what I had to offer. He started with gentle kisses on the insides of my thighs. My lady bits were screaming for his tongue to work its magic. He teased me by giving my lips light flicks with his tongue and touching me with his finger but making sure not to slip inside. My breathing was heavy and my heart was racing. He finally made a cobra-like dart and hit my clit with a powerful, stiff lick. I let out a gasp and started to wiggle. His finger easily slid deep inside. And then another. He wiggled them around and thrust them deep and hard. It wasn’t long before I began to reach my peak. My hands grasped for the sheets, I held my breath and my back arched. His thrusting fingers knew exactly how to make me squirt a little as I came. I’m far from squirting like a porn star but it’s enough to drive him wild. My body quivered and I was covered in sweat.

He crawled his way up and reached over to the nightstand where I had laid the condoms out as I unpacked my suitcase. “Ma’am would you like the pleasure of putting this on me?” he asked.

“You know I do,” as I rolled us over again. I grasped it between my fingers and straddled him. In all honesty, I’m not really sure why we use these. I truly think it’s his way of hiding the evidence from his wife.

I tore the package open with my teeth and spit the wrapper onto the floor. I rolled it on him like a pro and I leaned down to kiss him. His hands wandered along my back and hips. I moved my hips just right and he slid in with ease. He’s thick and long with very little room to spare. My toes curled as my breath quickened. I reached up and grabbed the headboard. My breasts were inches away from his gaze. He watched every bounce they made as I began to ride him. His nipping teeth caught a hold of them and it sent rushes through my whole body.

“I want you to cum again,” he whispered as he started bucking along with me. My clit was still very sensitive from the first one and it didn’t take long for me to get off again. Goosebumps and sweat instantly covered my body once again. My hair was wet around the edges of my face.

“That’s my girl,” he said with a smile as he rolled us over. He thrust in deep and hard and held himself there as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed him tight. He began kissing his way down my neck and, being the tit guy that he is, stopped to focus on my breasts once again. He squeezed them, pinched them, and licked them. He tasted his way to my belly before climbing off me. He stood at the foot of the bed and stroked his cock for me to watch. I looked deep into his eyes and flirtatiously bit my lower lip.

“Fuck me hard!!” I begged. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down to him.

I propped myself up with my hands and, with one swift thrust, he invaded me again. He kissed me and squeezed my breasts hard. The erotic pain took over and I got excited as he pinched my nipples. With each thrust he made, I gasped with delight. He placed a hand behind my neck so he could push even deeper inside.

“You like that, you dirty girl? Does your girlfriend like it rough, too?” he asked with his face just inches from mine. His gaze had turned ravenous.

“I can’t fuck her as hard as you fuck me. Your dick feels so good,” I managed to say between gasps and the feeling of him pounding my pussy. “Why don’t I bend over and show you what she likes? I want you to make me scream the way I make her scream.”

He escort şişli pulled away from me and examined the abuse he had done. The bite mark, my breasts were red from being pinched and squeezed, and my skin was bright pink between my legs from being banged hard. “Am I bigger than the strap-on that you play with?” he asked as he stroked himself with a smile.

I catered to his ego. “She can’t handle a dick as big as yours. At least, not in her ass,” I said as I rolled over. I got on all fours, crawled up towards the headboard, and looked back at him over my shoulder. He had crawled up behind me. I licked my finger and gently caressed the crevice of my ass, stopping to circle the place that was yearning him so badly. I could tell it wouldn’t take much coaxing on his end to loosen me up. He placed his hands on me and spread my ass wide. The feeling of his tongue licking my asshole caused my toes to curl. I closed my eyes and took in every little detail of what he was doing to me. I reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the lube and tossed it down to him. I heard him open the tube and I mentally prepared myself. He slowly slid one finger in. I was so horny that there was very little resistance. I heard him moaning with pleasure as he inserted another finger. There was nothing more than a slight burning feeling before more pleasure took over. My breathing quickened again and I found that I was moving my hips along with his thrusting fingers.

“I can’t take it anymore! I need you inside of me right now!” I begged. He slathered his hard shaft with lube and I felt him push himself against me. I slowly backed myself onto him to control every bit of his entrance. I pushed my way past the burning and tightness that I felt. As soon as he was completely inside of me, I held still for a moment for my body to fully accept him. I eventually moved to slide him in and out in short movements. I reached down and rubbed my clit as the movements become faster and harder.

“Your ass is so tight.” As soon as he sensed that I was able to take it hard, he started pounding me like before.

“Smack my ass!” I instructed and I immediately felt a sting rush through me. Oh, my GOD, I was going to explode with ecstasy. I rubbed my clit faster and harder when I felt another swift smack on the opposite side. I clenched the sheets with my free hand as I let out a blood-curdling scream of pleasure. Anal orgasms are so much more intense for me. Suddenly, I felt him reach around and place his hand on my chest. He pulled me up so we are both up on our knees. He did this without missing a single thrust. I reached behind me and ran my fingers through his hair.

He put his mouth next to my ear and whispered, “You dirty bitch, I think I’ve punished you enough.” With a few final thrusts and grunts, he came loud and hard. I could feel his cock’s strong flexes as he released. His breath on my ear and neck sent shivers through me. He held me tight against him as we came down from our exotic high.

“That was amazing,” he managed to speak.

“And this is why I keep coming back to you,” I said as I nuzzled against his cheek.

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” He gave me a lingering kiss before loosening his loving embrace. He placed a feather light kiss on my shoulder as he slowly withdrew himself from me. We lay down and silently held each other. I know it’s an absolute cliché, but it’s moments like these that make me wonder how something so wrong can feel so right. In the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder if we really are right and everything else around us is wrong. We looked deep into each other’s eyes as if we were searching for something we knew we’d never find. We caressed one another with intimate touches. I knew our time together was limited but I really didn’t want to let him go.

He took a deep breath in and looked at his watch. “The time has come. Now I have to go home, try to act like a married man, and pretend that none of this happened and that you don’t exist.” The look in his eyes wanted to tell me so much more than his lips would allow.

I watched him as he got up and walked into the bathroom. What is going through his mind? What is he feeling? He’s a very eloquent man when he wants to be but he has never truly expressed himself to me. He’s quite mysterious. I lay down on the bed and wrapped myself up in the sheet. I closed my eyes and listened to him taking his shower. I wondered if his wife had ever suspected anything. Would I be willing to give him up completely if he decided to side with her or would I put up a fight to hold onto him for as long as I can? I don’t really know the answer to that.

He returned to the bed looking exactly how he did when he arrived at the door. His hair was neat once again; his clothes looked like they had never been removed and thrown on the floor of my hotel room. I got off the bed with the sheet wrapped around me like a toga as he put his shoes on. I hesitantly walked him to the door. He took my face in his hands just like he did when he stepped into my room. His eyes were telling me that he loved me although he has never said the words. He smiled and kissed my forehead. He held his lips there and remained silent for a moment.

“I’ll find a way to take you to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Promise?” I asked.

My name is James Bowman but all of my friends call me JB. I’m a graduate student at a large University in the Midwest, currently working on my doctoral dissertation. I have always been the studious type, garnering awards and citations for my studies. I was my high school’s valedictorian and earned my Bachelor of Science summa cum laude. Once I earn my PhD I will probably go on to teach at a University.

As you can see I don’t have much experience outside of academia. My studies always came first in my life. My parents were professors at the University in the town where I grew up and I always admired their example. Because of my diligence in school I didn’t date much in high school or as an undergraduate, so I have limited experience regarding the opposite sex. It’s not that I’m not interested, it’s that I was always looked at as a nerd. My intelligence was off-putting to most of the girls I met.

That all changed one afternoon. I was sitting in a coffee shop near campus reviewing some reference material on my laptop when a young woman asked if she could share my table with me. The coffee shop was very crowded at the time which made table space and chairs a premium quantity. When I looked up I saw a very beautiful young Indian woman (at least I surmised she was Indian) looking down at me. I told her she was more than welcome and cleared some space for her.

After she sat down and got settled I extended my hand to introduce myself. “My name is James but everyone calls me ‘JB’.”

“My name is Shanti but everyone calls me ‘Ti’. I’m pleased to meet you. Are you a student here?”

I replied that I was and that I was currently working on my dissertation and then asked her, “Are you a student?”

Ti replied, “I am. I’m a senior in pre-med. What is your dissertation about, if you don’t mind me asking?”

I explained to her that I was a student of philosophy and that my dissertation was a comparative study of several opposing theories. Ti asked several other questions as we drank our coffee. I then asked her about her studies and she gave me a brief but in depth analysis of her pre-med curriculum.

As Ti spoke I began to look at her with an appraising eye. Her skin was a light brown and her hair was black. Her eyes were very dark and lovely. She was on the thin side with medium sized breasts, as far as I could tell. Her hands were graceful as she used them to express herself.

We sat and talked for two hours enjoying each other’s company. Ti, finally, said that she had to go. She stood up and held her hand out to me and said, “It was a pleasure meeting you JB. I enjoyed our talk.”

I stood up and took her hand, noting how soft it was, and replied, “Yes, I very much enjoyed meeting you. Would you consider having dinner with me Friday night?”

“I would like that very much. I have to warn you I am a vegetarian so our choices may be limited.”

“I know a great vegetarian restaurant on the west side of town that is very nice and fairly elegant!”

We set a time and I got her address and we parted company. I made a reservation for Friday night looking forward to spending more time with Ti.

On Friday evening, I drove to Ti’s apartment to pick her up. When she answered the door, I was staring at a vision of beauty! She had on a red sari that was trimmed with copious amounts of gold. Her bare midriff showed off a very trim stomach with a small dangling piece of jewelry above her navel. She also had on several necklaces and bracelets, all of which enhanced her overall beauty.

“Ah…you, uh look, uh very lovely.” I stammered.

“Thank you. You look very nice too. Should we go?”

I told her that we should and offered my arm, which she took. We had a wonderful meal, which included a very nice white Bordeaux. Our conversation continued throughout the meal as we seemed to find each other very easy to talk to.

When we returned to Ti’s apartment I escorted her to her front door. She thanked me for a wonderful evening. I told her it was my pleasure and then bent down to kiss her goodnight. As our lips met I felt an electric charge run through me. The hairs on my neck seemed to stand up on end and my stomach did a little flutter. I leaned back from the kiss a little and looked at Ti. She had just opened her eyes and had a wide smile and then she put an arm around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss!

I felt her tongue lightly touch my lips so I opened my mouth to let her tongue in. As we kissed I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. Our kiss became more passionate by the minute as we stood outside her door. Ti then suggested that we go into her apartment as we broke our kiss. She turned and unlocked the door, took my hand and pulled me into her apartment.

Ti dropped her handbag on a nearby table and then came into my arms to kiss some more. I couldn’t get enough of her kisses. We began rubbing each other’s backs as we continued our embrace. escort arnavutköy My mind was swimming in ecstasy.

Finally, Ti pulled away and took my hand and led me into her small apartment. There was a small living room with a sofa and a couple of chairs, a small kitchen and a bedroom, I surmised, behind another door. Ti invited me to sit on the sofa, which I did and then she sat next to me. We began kissing again while seated until Ti pushed me over and laid on top of me.

As we kissed I rubbed my hands along her back and could feel her bare skin between the cropped top and the material wrapped around her waist. Her skin was so soft as I rubbed it. I continued to feel an electric charge as I touched her. My fingers and lips felt ultra-sensitive as we continued our embrace. I also began to get erect as we continued.

I was beginning to feel concerned about my erection, afraid that it might scare Ti off. I was about to try and sit up but then felt Ti grind herself into my very hard penis. As Ti ground herself on me she let out a long low moan. I then let my hands wander down her body further and began caressing the globes of her ass. Again, Ti let out another moan into my mouth as we continued kissing.

After a while Ti lifted her head, looked into my eyes and said, “That feels very nice. Maybe we should go to my bedroom.” With that, Ti stood up and put out her hands to me to help me stand. She pulled me by the hand into her bedroom. When she got to the edge of her bed she dropped my hand and then began unwinding the material of her sari from around her waist. She pulled off yard after yard of the red material while never taking her eyes off mine. When the last of the material was off she tossed it to the side now standing before me in skimpy red panties and the red crop top of her sari.

She then began to unbutton the crop top and when finished she let it fall to the floor exposing a tiny red bra that matched her panties. As I admired her lissome body I let out a small gasp of admiration. Ti then came to me and I hugged and kissed her running my hands up and down her beautiful body. I then reached up and unfastened her bra and then leaned down to take a very hard nipple into my mouth. Ti moaned as I licked and sucked both of her nipples alternately. Her nipples looked like dark chocolate sitting on milk chocolate. As I sucked her nipples they got harder and harder, sticking out quite far.

As I sucked and licked her breasts I ran my hands under Ti’s panties caressing the globes of her ass. I then began to push her panties down and off allowing them to fall to the floor. Ti then turned in my arms with her back to me. I reached down to caress her vagina and was surprised to find it smooth shaven. I loved the feel and began rubbing up and down working my fingers between the lips of Ti’s pussy. She parted her legs a bit to give me better access as I continued stroking up and down. When I penetrated between her lips I was surprised to find her very wet and began pushing a finger into her depths. Ti moaned louder and began pushing her ass into my crotch grinding it on my still clothed cock.

After a while I moved the attention of my hand to Ti’s clitoris. I stroked her little nub bringing increased moaning from Ti’s lips as she continued to rub her ass on my very hard penis. Several minutes later I felt Ti shiver as she announced, “OH MY, I’M GOING TO CUM!” Ti’s orgasm caused her to tremble and shake in my arms for several minutes as I continued stroking her clit. Finally, Ti turned in my arms and kissed me very hard as I held her naked body to me.

Ti then began to strip me by first unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off then unbuttoning my trousers. I kicked my shoes off as she worked the fly down on my pants. She then pushed my pants and boxers down at the same time. After I stepped out of my trousers Ti pulled me over to the bed where we laid down side by side kissing. Her naked warmth felt so nice on my skin as we hugged and kissed.

Ti then began kissing her way down my body. She licked and kissed my nipples and then licked in and around my navel as she worked her way down to my iron hard penis. As she took my dick into her mouth I let out a moan. She swirled her tongue around the head and then began sinking her mouth down my length. She got about half of me in her mouth constantly working her tongue around my girth.

I pulled on one of her legs and got Ti to straddle my face. I pulled her pussy to my mouth and began licking long and deep along her slit. We were both moaning loudly as we enjoyed the ministrations we were applying to each other. I began to feel my orgasm begin to build within me and told Ti, “I’M GOING TO CUM SOON!” With that announcement Ti redoubled her efforts on me and I shot my load down her throat a few moments later. My cock pulsed on and on as streams of my semen entered Ti’s mouth. She managed to swallow it all! escort fatih

We laid together in a sixty-nine for several minutes as we recovered our breath and processed what just happened. Ti, after a while, rolled off me and then turned and laid in my arms with her head on my chest. “That was wonderful!” she said. “Your hands are magic!”

“My hands are nothing compared to your mouth! I’ve never experienced anything like that!” Ti then moved up my chest and kissed me. Our kissing got passionate and I could feel my cock begin to stir again. I reached down and began caressing Ti’s vagina as she took my cock in her hand. I was really getting worked up so I rolled Ti over onto her back as I rolled on top of her. I arched my back and reached between us and worked my erection into Ti’s opening. I slowly pushed myself into her, conscious of how warm and tight she felt. Ti wrapped her legs around my ass digging her heels into my cheeks, pulling me into her.

I slowly worked my way into Ti’s depths. When I was in as far as I could go I slowly pulled out until I was barely inside of her. I then pushed my way back as far as I could go again. I continued this tempo of long slow strokes as I marveled in the feel of Ti’s warm, wet pussy. Since I had just had an orgasm I was confident that I would last a long time. I leaned down and kissed Ti as I continued my slow strokes into her welcoming pussy.

My back began to get tired so I rolled over allowing Ti to be on top without missing a stroke. As Ti began working herself up and down on my cock I reached up and began fondling her breasts. I pinched and rolled her nipples between my fingers causing a deep moan to come from Ti’s depths. After riding me for a while Ti then stood, turned around and then lowered herself back down on my penis facing away from me. I then reached out and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and began kneading. I pulled her cheeks apart exposing Ti’s anus. Ti moaned as I did this so I moved my thumb over her rosebud and rubbed it.

“OH MY GOD! THAT FEELS WONDERFUL!” Ti bellowed. Since she liked it I continued rubbing her anus with my thumb…up and down and all around. “PUT A FINGER IN ME!” she said after a while. I pulled one of my hands back and popped my index finger into my mouth getting it good and wet and then placed it at Ti’s asshole and slowly pushed into her. She let out another guttural moan as I entered her butt. I began sawing my finger in and out of her ass and as I did this Ti picked up the tempo as she fucked me.

She began panting hard as she neared another orgasm. After a while Ti yelled, “I’M CUMMING!” and sank down as far as she could on my dick. I could feel her ass grab my finger in her hot little backdoor. As her orgasm ebbed, Ti collapsed on the bed between my legs with my cock pulling out of her quim. I got up and kneeled between her legs as she laid on her belly. I spread Ti’s legs wide, bent down, spread her ass cheeks to get better access and began licking her pussy. Ti let out a low moan as my tongue worked its way into her vaginal opening. She was very wet and tasted wonderfully.

I then lifted her up so that she was on her knees, placed my cock into the opening of her vagina and plunged into her once again. I began pounding into Ti, as my lust took over, over and over as deep as I could go. “OH MY GOD! THAT IS SO WONDERFUL! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!” Sure enough, Ti began shivering and shaking with her orgasm. Between the feeling of her pussy squeezing me and the sight of my white cock pounding into her dark ass, my own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

I began growling unintelligibly as I began shooting my sperm into Ti’s depths. My release felt wonderful as I pulled Ti into me until the last spasm ebbed. I then rolled onto my side pulling Ti with me where we spooned catching our breath. I reached around and gently fondled her breasts as we lay panting. My erection began shrinking and after a bit and I slowly slipped out of Ti’s warm confines.

I spit out between breaths, “Wow! It has been a long time since I have been with a woman. That was wonderful! I’m sorry I got a little carried away at the end there. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me at all. Truthfully, I like it a little rough! I haven’t had that many orgasms at one time, ever!” Ti then rolled over to face me. She had a wide smile on her face then asked, “Do you think you can go again? I haven’t been with anybody for a long time either and this was so much fun!”

I laughed, “Give me a few minutes and I should be able manage another round! I could use a drink of water, though.”

Ti leaned in and kissed me and then told me to help myself in the kitchen while she went to the toilet. I got my water and brought another glass for Ti, just in case. When I returned to the bedroom Ti was still in the bathroom. I laid down on the bed waiting for about ten minutes and then heard the shower start. Ti opened escort beşiktaş the door and said, “Come take a shower with me, it will be refreshing.”

I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I stood and admired Ti’s nakedness…she was such a beautiful creature. As I stood and stared I could feel my penis begin to come to life again and thought to myself, “This is going to be the best night of my life!” Ti climbed into the standard tub/shower combination found in so many apartments. I followed her in and then pulled her to me in a strong embrace. Ti smiled brightly, reached a hand to my head and pulled me down for a kiss. The hot water cascaded over our bodies as our tongues intertwined, moans escaping as we kissed.

After a while we broke our kiss and Ti turned me around so I was out of the spray of the water. She grabbed a little blue nylon puff, squirted some body wash on it and began scrubbing me from top to bottom. All of the attention got my cock standing straight out yet again. Ti then turned me back into the spray to rinse me off and then handed me the little blue puff. I then pushed her out of the spray and began cleaning her thoroughly.

Ti moaned as I washed her breasts and then when I moved down to her vagina she spread her legs to allow me better access. I worked down to her legs and then she turned facing away from me. I stood and washed her back working down to her beautiful derriere. When I reached her fanny Ti bent over slightly and spread her legs again. I worked the puff between the cheeks of her ass and began scrubbing her backside. As I washed her anus, Ti grabbed my wrist and began guiding my efforts. She pushed my hand into her hard and made me scrub her anus. The sight was very erotic and was made more so as she moaned loud and deeply.

She pulled my hand away after several minutes and stood up straight and turned to face me covered in lather. “I have a sensitive anus and I rather like it when it is touched and rubbed, as you may have noticed earlier. I was wondering if you would be willing to indulge me by engaging in anal coitus with me?” Ti asked.

“Well, um, well, if that is, um, what you would like? I’d be, um, you know, happy to help.” I stammered. I was stunned by the request. I had attempted once to try anal with a girl I dated years ago and I was so resoundingly rejected that I never broached the subject again.

“Thank you James. I realize it is an odd request and I have only, actually, done it once before and that was, sort of, accidental. But I really liked it and I really like you so I thought…”

“Well, I have never done it before but I did try once. The girl I tried it with was none too happy with me and ended our relationship! I trust you have a lubricant available?”

Ti wrapped me in her arms and gave me a long deep kiss. We then dried ourselves off and headed back to the bedroom. I think we were both over thinking things a bit so I suggested that we lay down, kiss and relax a little bit. We laid together in each other’s arms and began kissing as we had before. After a while our passion got the better of our rational thought and we began running our hands all over each other enjoying each other’s bodies.

Finally, I reached down and began fondling Ti’s ass cheeks. They were perfect…firm yet pliable. Ti moaned as I rubbed her cheeks and thrust her pelvis into mine. I then began running my hand lightly up and down the crack of Ti’s ass, gradually sinking my fingers deeper into the crevasse as I went. As I went back and forth my fingers would lightly run over Ti’s rosebud causing her to moan each time. I pulled her leg up under my arm so I could reach further along and found her very wet vaginal opening. I ran my fingers through getting them damp with her dew and then would rub the moisture around the anus getting it wet.

After several times, I then began to push my index finger into Ti’s very sensitive anus. As I penetrated her Ti moaned loudly and pushed her ass back against my finger in an attempt to get it deeper inside her. I was enjoying the feel of her rectum on my finger as it was very hot and very tight. When I got it all of the way in I began pumping in and out of her. I had also buried my middle finger in Ti’s pussy so was stroking both holes simultaneously!

“OH MY GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD! PUT ANOTHER FINGER IN MY ASS…PLEASE!!” Ti cried! I then slipped my middle finger out of her pussy and joined it with my index finger, while slipping my ring finger and pinky into her pussy! Ti was really thrashing now as I pumped in and out of both holes. After a while I pulled my fingers out and told Ti to get on her hands and knees. She quickly obeyed me while I crawled in behind her. I wanted to watch my fingers penetrating Ti’s openings so I quickly spit on my fingers and reinserted all of my fingers back into her orifices.

The sight was stunning as I worked in and out. Every time I pushed in Ti would push back into my hand and would moan. After a while I decided I wanted to lick Ti’s anus so pulled my hand from her and then buried my face into the crack of her ass. I buried my tongue as deep into her as far as I could running it all around the inside, as far as I could reach. Ti reached back and pulled me into her as hard as she could trying to force my tongue deeper.

*For Zoe*

Saturday night in the city. I’m on my way home from another lonely night in the bar. At this point, I’m only a little buzzed, but I don’t take any chances. I head for the subway. The chill of snow doesn’t reach me while I sit in the underground terminal. I pull my cell out of my leather jacket. Past midnight. I lean back in my seat, and wait for the train to arrive.

Music plays in my earbuds, but I still hear the roar of the train long before it approaches. I get out of my seat, and wait patiently. As the train rolls up next to me, I see that most cars are surprisingly full. As the doors slide open, I step inside. All the seats are full, but the aisle itself has very few people standing in it. I grab onto one of the overhead bars, and glance around the train. Right before the doors close, I see her walk in.

The inside of the train was noticeably warmer than the outside, she noted. She pulled off her gloves, and put them in her handbag. Her boots clicked as she walked over to the middle of the aisle, and grabbed an overhead bar. She scanned the train, studying each face before moving on. About halfway through, she came across one man’s face.

He was standing in the aisle, and his eyes jerked away when they saw she was looking at him. She smiled. Since he was checking her out, she returned the favor. Her eyes flickered briefly over his whole body, as she took in his attire. Jeans, white dress shirt, and a black leather jacket, with worn sneakers peeking out under the jeans. His features were strong, if a little plain. Black hair hung over bright blue eyes, which were still carefully averted. His head bobbed unconsciously to the beat of the music coming out of his earbuds.

She smiled to herself again, while adjusting her coat. When the train came to a stop at a terminal, she made her move.

I was still looking away when the train came to a stop. I decided to risk another look, and tried to see if that girl was getting off. To my surprise, not only had she stayed, but as she moved around to accommodate the comer and goers, she ended up standing right next to me in the aisle. I did another quick once-over. Oh hell yes.

She stood at around five eight, only a few inches shorter than me. Her boots clung to her calves, and went seamlessly over her tight jeans. Her black jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a low cut blue blouse that displayed her incredible cleavage. A necklace hung so low that it was in serious danger of getting lost in that valley. I’m no expert on bra sizes, but they were easily larger than her head, and milky smooth. Tearing my eyes away from her amazing breasts, I looked at her head. Long brown hair bounced around at chin level, framing a pouty mouth, and brown eyes that sparkled escort ataköy mischievously.

As I studied her face, her eyes met mine again, and I quickly occupied myself with the advertisements plastered on the train car walls. I could feel my face heat up as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Something about this girl was positively magnetic. I tried to focus on my music, and push her out of my mind.

This all went to hell when the train made a sudden turn to the left, and I felt her breasts push against my arm. They stayed there for an endless second, and then they were gone. I felt my face redden even more, as I used all my willpower to stare ahead. I didn’t dare look at her, for fear of tipping her off.

The train jerked again, and her breasts came back, gleefully pressed against my arm. This time they stayed there, with my every nerve singing in joy. I tried to ignore them. I really did. I didn’t think about how soft they were, pressed against me. I didn’t consider their fleshy weight as they bounced in time with the train. I certainly didn’t observe how warm they were, like a ray of sunlight coming through a window.

After about a minute of me not thinking about all those things, I slowly moved my elbow. I marveled at the texture of her breasts, how they rolled in response to my movements, and seemed intent on smothering it. I shot a quick look at the girl, to see if I’d overstepped any bounds. To my surprise, she was staring disinterestedly to one side, not even looking at me. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw the hint of a smile on her face.

As my elbow explored the vast pillowy expanse of her chest, I felt her arm move. A second later, I had to stifle a cry as her hand touched my butt. Her long probing fingers fondled my ass, as I involuntarily tightened up. I couldn’t see her face, but her hand seemed overjoyed at this new development.

I turned around, to go face to face with her. We stared into each other’s eyes, our pupils dilated, and mouths desperately trying to hold back a smile. She didn’t miss a beat, and wrapped her arms around me, hugging my ass. Her breasts pressed against my chest, with her cleavage seeming to go on forever. Her hands pushed my waist closer to her, until our bodies were completely pressed against one another. Despite my best effort, I started getting hard.

With my breathing ragged, I snaked my left arm up towards her chest as my right held on to the overhead bar for the both of us. Her eyes sparkled with approval as I groped her wondrous breasts. She adjusted her grip, so that one hand was wrapped around my waist. With her free hand, she brought it down past her hips, and put it escort şirinevler in between us.

My heart rate shot up as I felt her hand slowly caress my stiffening member. Her eyes scanned my face for reaction as she explored my dick through my jeans. She rubbed slowly, but insistently, keeping a steady pace. I bent my head as I started getting harder. Her eyes smoldered, lips pursed together to contain her smile.

An eternity would have been too soon, but as the train ground to a halt, I saw her eyes flick over to the map. Her stop had come up. Our eyes met.

I grabbed her hand, and she led me off the train. We walked for about five minutes, never letting go the entire time. We entered her apartment complex, and headed for the elevator. As soon as the doors slid closed, we started kissing madly.

I held her head with both of my hands, and pressed hard against her lips. Our tongues snaked in and out, touching and darting back. As the doors opened to her floor, we staggered out of the elevator, our lips still locked together. She fumbled for her keys, and blindly groped for the doorknob. With some effort, she managed to get the door opened, and we fell inside. I kicked the door shut as I pressed her up against a wall, our hot breath mingling in our mouths.

We broke away from kissing long enough to tear off our clothing. I wrenched my jacket off, as she got to work on my shirt buttons. Once my shirt hit the floor, I pulled off her blouse, and kicked off my shoes. The sight of her breasts clad in only a black satin bra drove me wild. I grabbed them, and kissed them madly. She reached behind her back, and snapped the clasp off.

To say my heart stopped for a moment would be underselling it. Beautiful milky twin globes, topped by rosy nipples. She clasped her hands together, and pressed them together. I bent down, and brought one of her nipples to my mouth. I sucked and nibbled on it, while playing with the other nipple with my free hand. She let out an appreciative sigh. Within minutes, they were rock hard, and so was I.

She knelt down and unzipped my fly. My jeans dropped to the floor, leaving me standing in nothing but boxers. My erection tented the front, aching to be let free. Her hands moved deftly, grabbing my waistband, and pulling it down. My cock popped out, and I sighed in relief.

She grasped my cock with one warm hand, and started pumping gently. With her other hand, she cupped my balls, squeezing them gently. Her tongue flicked over the top of my swollen head, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

She increased her pumping, as I staggered down into the couch. She knelt between my legs, and brought her head down. escort halkalı I let out a ragged groan as I felt her hot lips circle my shaft. With her tongue teasing my head, she started bobbing up and down. I brushed her hair away from her face, and we stared deeply into each other’s eyes as she went up and down on me.

She must’ve taken this as a challenge, because she increased her sucking. I breathed in air quickly, and tensed up. Pleasure cascaded in waves, rocking me back. After two minutes, I felt the pressure building, and I grabbed her head, and managed to pull her off. She looked up inquisitively at me, as I helped her to her feet.

I started undoing her jeans, and her eyes got that crazy glint again. As I pulled down her jeans, I kissed her, from her mouth, to her neck, and working my way down to her satin panties. I pulled down her panties, revealing a completely hairless vagina. I pushed her down onto the couch, and lifted her legs up.

I brought my head up to her vagina, and kissed it gently. Egged on by her appreciative moans, I flicked my tongue out, and teased her clit. I played with it until it was fully engorged and throbbing gently. I thrust my tongue into her moist folds, and swirled it around. Her legs wrapped around my head, and she gripped the cushions of the couch in a death grip. I continued my swirling, taking care to tease the clit often. Her legs and thighs crushed against my head, but I kept up the pace. After ten minutes of this, I could feel her writhing more and more, until she let out a loud scream. Her body writhed around as she orgasmed. My ears almost popped from the pressure.

After a minute, her body subsided, and she released my head from her crotch. Her face was flushed, and she took me by the hand into her bedroom. We fell onto her bed, and kissed passionately. She spread her legs, inviting me inside. I took ahold of my erection, and entered gently.

Her insides were heaven. Her pussy clenched my cock tightly, as I slowly worked my way in. I built up a rhythm of short fast thrusts, holding her thighs as her legs went over my shoulders. She hung her head back, eyes closed in ecstasy.

I changed the pacing of my thrusts, going for harder and deeper thrusts. Her breasts rocked back and forth with every push, hypnotizing me. I used one hand to tease her clit while I thrust. Her hips bucked in time with my exertions.

I could feel the pressure building again, and this time I let it. I increased the pacing ever more, now thrusting almost to the hilt, as fast as I could. She sensed my urgency, and responded by clenching as hard as she could. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore, and exploded into her. I came so hard my whole body went weak for a moment, and I slumped down over her, my cock still inside. She held my head against her breasts, the both of us covered in sweat, panting heavily.

I rolled over, and we held each other without saying a word, basking in the afterglow. She kissed me again, and we just lay there, together. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into a blissful and well deserved sleep.

The story I’m about to relate happened to me beginning about eight months ago. It was a time of great distress and turmoil, in my life. I will be brief as to the circumstances or sequence of events that befell me. I am a lady of great discernment and prestige with a family owned business in the State of Florida. I am not of great wealth but there was a time when my Grandfather owned the orange grove which he built from the ground with one orange tree, and several seedlings, to make a very comfortable living for our family. Since then, we have had to battle many factions of difficulty in our lives. Now it was up to me to keep the orange grove business for our family afloat.

I am Rebecca Sarah Virginia Price. I used to get teased all through school because of the initials R.S.V.P. all of the time from the young boys in school who would find out later just how hard it was to get an invite. All of that changed with my first failure at my attempts in marriage.

I am twenty seven years old and have been called a ruthless competitor in the orange grove industry. I must say that even though I am somewhat young, I am never the less, a very wise business lady. However, my love life as you can imagine, was somewhat dismal. Oh, I would date several different men letting them talk me out of my panties for what had eluded me most, my first orgasm. Funny as it was, that I had been married for several years and even dated the most popular men in the small town we lived in but they didn’t have the drive or desire to make me theirs, in the orgasmic sense. I never knew why?

I was considered very beautiful because of my tanned body working in the orange grove in the Florida sun. I had silky soft light brown hair with green eyes, a small but pouty mouth, light dimples to each cheek when I smiled, and as my friend Sarah put it, a figure to die for. I was only one hundred thirty one pounds on a five four frame. I was considered voluptuous by the last man I was with, who immensely loved my thirty four double D-cup sized breasts. I thought he might be the one who broke the curse of never having an orgasm but he was way to excitable and finished way too fast, before I could even get started. The truth of the matter, I figured, it would never happen at least not with a man. Sure, I could get myself off, whenever I masturbated, but I needed a real live man to have me and do me perfect. I would do anything to have that.

One day Sarah was helping me with breakfast at the diner we have on the family owned get away and resort restaurant, I owned as well. Sarah had been my friend since school. We were not like boss to employee speaking because our relationship was too sisterly. I had sat down to an orange marmalade on toast with coffee and Irish crème which is the only way I’d drink my morning coffee. I needed my Irish crème to satisfy my palate.

Sarah giggled at me then said, “You know honey, the reason you have such poor luck is because you want to be in control of everything. You never let yourself go. You never relax letting the man take the lead. I truly feel sorry for all those sots who tried to woo you into bed. Hell, after they accomplished that goal, they had to penetrate a fortress of armor, just to be able to get you off. They never had a chance to soften the outer layer. Besides, you always want to be, too much of a control freak.”

Sarah sat down across from me and she was a stunning lady in her own right. Sarah is only five-two with blonde hair and deep blue eyes, smooth skin with a smallish kissable mouth and shapely lips. Sarah was about one hundred forty pounds but this made her look chunky. Sarah had more muscle than fat because she would workout at the gym everyday with her trainer Mark. I say she is a complete knockout. Sarah was only a year younger than I was and graduated with my same class. She was very smart during school so, I at times, am able to let her manage the inn, along with the cabins we have on the eleven hundred acre orange grove during the prime vacation season.

I smiled at Sarah stating, “Sarah, there are certain requirements I need from a man and if he meets all of them, then I’ll know that I met the right one. First, he has to love Irish crème in his coffee and orange marmalade on toast. Then he must wash his face every morning with a wash rag the way Grandfather used too. Lastly he has to be an exquisite sexually, a capable man that can make me forget my entire existence, up until now. If I meet this man, then I’ll know he’s my soul mate. I would wed him living orgasm happy for the rest of my life. Now, I know that this would be utterly impossible for these things to happen unless, there is some centrifugal force at the peak of the Universe controlling everything or perhaps God.”

Sarah stared at me with a blank look while she was putting the butter on her dollar sized pancakes, a little dab on each one. Then I watched as she poured the syrup on a specific side of her plate away from her bacon and sausage. Sarah then cut the smallish pancakes into neat little triangles. I escort bakırköy was merely observing her reaction to what I had just stated. I knew the God thing would get her dander up because she believed in God controlling all things, to include my orgasms as was evident in her next statement.

Sarah took a bite of a tiny triangle piece of pancake, dipped ever so lightly in the syrup, which I didn’t know if she had anything even on it. I watched her chew for about six or seven chews then she said, “You see that there, is why you’ll never have an orgasm Becca, you fail believing in the Almighty. I bet you one thing though God’s going to make a believer out of you when you meet this mystery man of yours. I believe he’s right around the corner. He will be God’s mighty sword that will knock down the walls of Jericho or in this case Becca Price.”

I watched as she giggled covering her mouth which I thought was adorable then she said, “Becca, I believe in the power of prayer and I’m going to pray for you that you will meet your mighty cocks-man. Why not the bible says that you can ask God for anything?” I watched as Sarah laughed wanting for God to help with my sex life. Now I don’t know if she really prayed but later on that night we were having a girl’s night out and WOW! I met the dinger the best of the best ever.

He wasn’t remarkably handsome or tall but he was from Ireland the old country here on some business. He had brown hair, blue eyes, spoke with a wonderful Irish accent, and had a nice juicy fat eight inch cock for me that I say was magic.

I was on my second orgasm as he was fucking into and out of me like a champion stud gone crazy. I felt heat, fire, sweat, a sense of falling yet I was lying down. The absolute tingle down there as it built up like pressure as if I was about to pee but it wasn’t pee believe me. It would build and build, the intensity of every nerve ending coming alive in my satisfied pussy.

Oh, now I understood what Sarah was saying to me a long time ago. She said, “When it does happen it is a feeling of complete utter insanity, then quaking, and lastly you couldn’t run or move even if someone said a bear just crashed into the room.” I couldn’t help myself as I giggled about what crazy Sarah had said, while the guest between my outstretched legs was making my pussy into his personal playground and I by no means minded.

I felt each thrust of his hips as he entered and divided my sweetness. I was reaching with my nails rubbing his rib cage lightly stroking as he penetrated me over and over again. I was as they say completely relaxed letting him take me to even greater heights of pleasure if it were at all possible. He had a pure thoroughbred feel to his breathing and movement. I was championed by him as he continued sliding in and out thrusting upwards with each stroke expertly hitting my clitoris for maximum pleasure.

I again felt the tingles continuing with more voracity than before. My breathing was intense and my hair was matted from the sweat on the back of my neck. It was to my delight that I was totally his. I felt the wetness increasing with each inward stroke to puddle under my ass. Our souls were mixing in the pleasure of the ecstasy we gave one another. I then felt the third orgasm gush as every muscle tensed to an extreme contortion as I gripped my lover’s sides bearing into him with an intense grip. My legs which were uncontrollable wrapped themselves around his hips for his maximum depth inside my body. I screamed but it was a scream of immense joy and then laughter took over as I couldn’t believe the feelings this man caused in me. I felt my lover, Robert Parker, tense then let loose finally his sperm into my ever exhausted body. Delightfully squirt after squirt released mixing our deluge as one massive orgasm clamor. He then slid himself off my wasted body and his magical cock fell out of my pussy. He lay beside me then said, “That was spot on, if I must say so me self.”

I giggled at his way of telling me how terrific he felt and I said, “Oh yeah, it was perfect alright.” He looked at me as if noticing my beauty for the first time since we decided to have sex. Robert leaned in close sucking my nipple into his hot, moist, mouth using his expert tongue to dance little circles around and around my areola. This sent shivers throughout my already highly intense nerve ending because of the orgasms I had just had. I was so euphoric that my every nerve was alive. I was felt so aware, almost too giddy or girlish for words.

I reached over kissing him full on the mouth when he finally quit pleasuring my breast and decided to stay until the morning. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember what it was I was supposed to do in the morning because my lover had made me completely forget about everything. The feeling was glorious. Suddenly, nothing mattered to my neat little life. I was completely in a dazed state of the afterglow effect of sex and orgasmic satisfaction. I was truly lost in the moment escort bahçelievler and for the first time in my life I didn’t care what my sex partner thought of me. I was willing to be his totally.

I began to slowly, ever slowly, slide down his chest letting my hair cascade down his lean body, as I kissed my way down toward his beautiful cock. I wanted to please the man because he gave me so much pleasure and I wanted to make this memorable. I licked, kissed, and sucked my way down his flat torso, rib cage, and lower pubic area until I found that beautiful semi-erect circumcised cock. I then softly, gently, licked it, and then sucked it into my hot, wet, mouth encircling my tongue around the shaft while I heard him gasp in amazement.

I was good at this because when young guys wanted more and I was trying to keep my virginity I did this for them to forget the act of deflowering me. I became quite the expert little cocksucker and didn’t mind at all keeping my virginity for my wedding night which turned out to be a complete bust. Little did I know, that my wedding night would turn out the way it did, though.

I now had my newfound lover’s full attention, much pun intended. I began a faster paced sucking and swirling of my tongue. I overheard him once more gasp as he gripped my head with both palms gently. I felt his hips move upwards thrusting into my open mouth hard. I accepted his thrusts with my own downward motion. I kept pace with his thrusting and then began a new sucking twist to my blowjob as I put a stronger suction to each stroke.

He now grabbed my head anew with a gripping of my hair which I thoroughly enjoyed. It wasn’t rough, mind you, a mere wrapping up of my locks into his hands, so as to hold on. It was pleasantly surprising to know I still had this effect when doing this favor for my lover’s. I now sensed his urgency building as he began thrusting upwards even more vigorously than before. I allowed my head to sway up and down like it was a bobble head doll on a pendulum. I felt the first squirt hit the back of my throat as my lover moaned loudly and loosened his grip, lying back, as if dead.

I watched his expression of pure satisfaction while he lay back on the pillow with his arms relaxed, outstretched. I then when my deed was completed slid up beside him snuggling up on his chest almost as if I were a kitty cat somehow without the purr. I rolled my head nicely on his shoulder then whispered, “That relaxed feeling you’re feeling right now, is how I felt the entire evening with the way you made love to me.” I wasn’t being vulnerable just speaking plain truth to my lover. He was magnificent. I then curled up and went into a deep uncaring sleep.

It wasn’t until I got up the next morning, that I was watching him wash off in the sink with a wash cloth his face and neck, that I thought of Sarah and her prayer. I began chuckling thinking maybe you are real as I looked upwards at the ceiling. I can’t remember what it was Robert said but then he got me moving.

Robert said, “Oh me love, I would like to be with you another round but I be late for me meeting. I was supposed to be there an hour ago. You can leave your number with the chambermaid and I shall give ye a ring on the tele if it isn’t too much a bother? I had a wonderful moment with you and do not wish it to end in this fashion, love.”

I too recalled an important meeting and looked at the clock stating, “Oh gosh, is that the time? I have got to go, I’m late too. I began picking up all my clothes never expecting to see this stranger again and then my heart began aching. I was for the first time in my life satisfied to the extent that I wanted to cancel the meeting. I had to stay here with the only man to give me what I needed. I forced myself to get dressed then I drove like a maniac to the orange grove. I leaped from the car and rushed upstairs for the shower.

Sarah was there waiting in the driveway with a panic on her face as she said, “Becca, where have you been the lawyers are waiting for you and the other man to get here?”

I then shouted as I ran upstairs for my shower, “It was a very great night Sarah, Orgasmic!”

I watched her expression turn from worry to delight as she said, “Oh really, well then those sots can wait, can’t they then? I want details when we have time later.”

With a wave of the hand I dismissed my friend and she never the less went into the meeting room to stall some more and announcing my arrival, no doubt.

Fifteen minutes later, I was waiting in the same room apologizing to the lawyers stating that something pressing came up and I had to take care of it immediately. This made Sarah snicker and I kicked her in the chin for her trouble. The other lawyer was from the old country of Ireland and he was awaiting his counterpart when in walked, Robert Parker, from last night. I noticed on the broacher that the name was Robert Samuel Vincent Parker or R.S.V.P. Just like my name but I believed this escort zeytinburnu man to be a mere delivery boy for the true owner of Irish Crème the company we were to talk about this morning.

The waitress brought over my morning toast with orange marmalade and a nice hot cup of coffee with Irish crème. Robert was carrying an attaché case. He sat offering his apologies for his delay when he looked up noticing me. He was astounded believing that I somehow seduced him because of this meeting and that Sarah was in fact me the owner. I was just a strumpet to doodle for the right agreement. I was quite surprised to see him there also. I thought he was merely a messenger boy from Ireland with a message for me.

Then Robert surprised me ordering a cup of coffee with Irish crème and toast with orange marmalade from our farm. Precisely, what I was eating. He looked across at me then said, “She can leave these proceedings so we may begin.” He indicated me and I lost my cool.

I exploded with, “Now just you wait a minute, Mr. Parker! I will not tolerate rudeness from you in my place. I own this entire eleven hundred acre grove. So, just because I made a mistake last night fucking a messenger boy, I won’t tolerate that same messenger boy, ordering me around like a whore in my abode!”

He now became angry as hell also saying, “Messenger boy! Messenger boy my arse! I be the owner of Irish Crème my sweet flower! All ye had to do was come to the meeting. You not have to seduce me like a common wench last night! Our two families have done business with one another for three decades now. I felt you were important enough to know that we can no longer do business because me company is going belly up like a wounded fish, dear. I love Irish Crème with me morning toast with orange marmalade from nowhere but this grove. You are the last and most important to me so I, Robert Samuel Vincent Parker, came me self to tell ye in the flesh.”

Both Lawyers were so embarrassed that they stood immediately trying to calm things down. Sarah was laughing as if this was comedy relief, and the waitress all but stopped in her tracks with Mr. Robert’s tray of coffee Irish crème and the toast with the orange marmalade until I nodded for her to serve him. Brenda was an old timer with a sense of pride so she wouldn’t hold her tongue even if it meant that God himself would strike her dead. Brenda placed the coffee down with a huff then said, “Common wench my arse indeed!” She said this using the Ireland accent which made Sarah bust out laughing once more uncontrollably. I guess if the incident happened to her I would be the one in stitches because it was hilarious but not when everything happened at once.

With calm restored I asked, “Well, Mr. Irish crème, what will it take to ensure that our two families will continue to do business together? Give me the entire amount if you’re in the red. I cannot see such a valuable commodity go to waste. I have to have Irish Crème every morning with my coffee, along with my toast with orange marmalade.”

Robert surprised raised his eyebrows then said, “I have the same palate as you. I need them both or my day is for not.”

I looked over my shoulder at Sarah who was astounded at this new revelation and she said, “See I told you, God answer’s prayers.”

That night I found the man of my dreams. I was being made love to with the most exquisite fashion as I was on the verge of my fourth glorious orgasm. I found out he was a great soccer player and this is why he was so lean. It is also why he could last and last, until I got the goody out of his cock. I felt like I was falling even though I was lying down. I felt the sweet release after convulsions rocked my every sense. I saw bright lights exploding behind each eyelid if I closed my eyes. The orgasms this man made me feel were extraordinary. I knew I was in love with all of him.

The very next morning I watched as he washed his face again with a soapy wash rag to include behind his ears, making mountains of bubbles. He looked to be a bubble bearded Irishman and I laughed. I felt the giddiness of a loved woman. I felt the perfect lover couldn’t have been ordered for me. I had no idea if it was the aligning of the planets or some mystery creator but I understood my feelings.

That morning Robert and I walked between the Orange groves through to the middle of them hand in hand. The sound of the pollinating bees, the fresh smell of the orange blossoms, the warm summer breeze, and the gentleness of his gate had my insides twisted in knots. I had no idea why this man was feeling so perfect and I waited for him to say he was married or truly gay, something. My disappointment never came. In that very Orange grove I watched as my Robert kneeled down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage. I was not disillusioned knowing how hard I tried the previous marriage in failure so I explained myself.

Robert simply took my hand and walked me over to the various picnic tables we have scattered about the orchard. He lifted me up onto one then removed my shorts kneeling down but this time he devoured me through my cotton bikini panties using his tongue making it stiff while stuffing the crotch of my panties which were bright red inside my labia. Oh God, how intensely sexy my Robert was. He then licked, sucked and devoured me through my panties before using his teeth to remove them.

Chapter 3.. Aunty Carole Keeps her Promise

This is the continuation of a story which took place in the early 1980’s with my mothers sister Carole, names have been changed but the basis of this story is factual and the process of recollection is wonderful pleasure.

Having been at aunty Carole and uncle Jeffs house now for 4 days things were beginning to hot up on every level, it was vastly becoming the summer of sex for this horny young man, living the kind of experiences I’d only every dreamed about and wanked over were becoming reality and it was bloody amazing!

For two nights now my mothers sister Carole who was hosting me and my sister Gill for a summer holiday had visited my room, wanked me off, exposed her naked body to me, allowed me to play with her hairy muff and big tits and then last night she sucked my cock to the biggest and hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced… Life is pretty amazing right now!

Thinking through all the events, there was just so much going through my head. Obviously all of my fun with Carole, but other deeper feelings were also stirring and causing me great excitement, this was because my own sister had come into my room as I pretended to sleep and took a good long look at my naked body and my post wank flaccid cock, I was shocked to think that she really was interested in me in that way, and could this go any further?.

However it was mums phone call early last night that kept my mind occupied and my dirty thoughts spiraling out of control, just the way she suggested that Aunty Carole was “Looking after me” and the tone of her voice was so much different to that of a mother just checking all was well. Things were beginning to piece together and even if I was totally wrong some recent events now seemed to have more connections and reasons for happening than ever before, let me explain.

Last summer whilst Aunty Carole and Uncle Jeff visited us one weekend at our home in Warwickshire I happened to stumble over my aunty taking a bath with the bathroom door slightly open, being the horny young guy I was I took a peek around the door to get more that I bargained for, my eyes nearly popped out as there before my peering eyes her full breasts were visible, her naked body exposed and just a hint of pubic hair in the bubbles of the soapy water. This happened twice whilst they stayed that weekend and only happened when my sisters were out of the house and conveniently when Dad and Jeff had gone to the boozer. Then I remember that the same week end whilst sat alone with only mum and Carole I often got glimpses flashes of bare skin up Carol skirt and she seemed so very casual with how she sat on the sofa opposite me, she was either very relaxed or intentionally exposing her bare legs and panties to me.

Now following that week I then began to have the same bathroom opportunities and experience with mum which had never ever happened before, she had always closed the the door but now it was almost never closed. Mum became noticeably more relaxed around the house as far as being seen in her underwear than ever before and incidentally only when it was just us two alone together. It didn’t dawn on me at the time that all these activities may be connected but now looking back there is a strong case to suggest so.

So there I was in my morning slumber reliving the horny memories of the past few days, aunty Carole was up and preparing go to work, Gill was in the attic room above me and still in her bed as I could hear her whenever she turned over in bed. I kinda knew Carole would be in at some point with a cup of tea for me and this time I didn’t bother to cover up knowing she’d be happy to see my hard cock in my hand. True to form footsteps on the stairs soon followed by a light knock as she pushed the door open with a mug of tea in her hand.

“Wow, now thats a sight a woman could get used to every morning!” She giggled “Hope its me you’re thinking about?”

“Yes of course,” I smiled “it’s just hard all the time for some reason Aunty Carole!” I laughed

With a giggle and kiss on the forehead she said “I think you should drop the Aunty now, just call me Carole.”

She placed the mug down on the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed, she looked a million dollars with a dark blue skirt, light blue blouse, stocking and heels. The blouse was just like yesterdays blouse, buttoned in such a way a very noticeable amount of cleavage was on show and almost impossible not to be drawn towards such a wonderful feminine sight.

“Do you think I look sexy in this Steven?” she quizzed

“God yes!, you look incredibly sexy aunt… I mean Carole.”

“I feel incredibly sexy too,” she whispered “just like you I masturbated this morning, and it was you I was thinking about.”

My cock twitched, the thought of this mature woman masturbating was amazing, now that is a horny thought for any young man to consider.

“Now I have to go to work young man,” and with that she stood up, bent right over and place her red lipstick coated mouth over my swollen cock, and then karabük escort just slid me further and further into her mouth.

“Uuuuum,” she groaned “Cant wait for some more of that!”

And then she spun oh her heels and was on her way out the door giggling to herself. I listened intently as she must have picked up another mug and went upstairs to Gill, I could hear Gill move about as Aunty Carol entered and could hear the sound of a conversation but couldn’t quite make out any words. They chatted for a few minutes before I heard her coming back down and to my surprise she popped her head in the door.

“Think I caught your sister doing the same as you this morning,” she said quietly as she placed a finger to her lips and winked at me, then she was skipping off down the stairs and out the door.

Wow, this week was turning into a whole new world for me, a sexual awakening of huge impact, not only was the crush I’d had on my aunty being fulfilled but my sister was showing a sexual interest in me to. It was so horny the think my own sister, a girl, masturbates too.. What a insight in to the sexual world of women I was having.

I sipped my tea and lay my head back on my pillow, “just another few minutes and I’ll get up.” I thought to myself, some time later I heard the sound of Gill getting out of bed and moving across the floor, she was unusually light on her feet as maybe didn’t want to make too much noise and then I heard her door creek open. Maybe she was going to the toilet or something but like yesterday I decide to play asleep and like yesterday my flaccid cock was uncovered for all to see.

Listening intently I could just make out the sound of her descend the stairs and through almost closed eyes I could see the shadow of a figure at my door opening, she must have stood there for 2 minutes just looking in on whatever it was she could see, and I knew full well what she was looking at. Moments later she left, made her way to the toilet before heading back up the attic stairs into her room.

As I lay there contemplating all of this sexual tension in this house right now it became apparent my sister was indeed masturbating in her bed in the room above me, it was only a very subtle sound but noticeable all the same. A rhythmical creek was resonating down from her floorboards which maybe she couldn’t hear as clearly as me. As you’d expect she was trying to be as quiet as possible but it was clear that she was moving in such a way as to cause her floorboards to creek only very lightly but just enough to spike my interest.

My cock was quickly at full mast as I blocked out all peripheral sound in a bid to hear as much as I could, as the sound increased in volume it also increased in its frequency, I wasn’t sure exactly how women and girls liked to masturbate but she was shifting her hips quicker and quicker, and harder and harder. Soon it was as though she didn’t care (or probably too intense to realise) about the noise and she was about to complete her objective, suddenly it stopped, the sound changed from rhythmical to just shifting about and then it slowly faded away into silence.

So there I was, laying in my bed, not even 10am and I’d had a nice slow wank, had my aunty come into my room and kiss my hard cock, had my sister spy on me briefly and then take herself back to bed to masturbate, and I hadn’t come yet myself, wowzer!

Not long later I heard Gill get up and start milling around, when she came down the stairs I covered up just in time as she knocked and entered my room, I did notice her take a couple of quick glances down at my waist whilst we chatted.

“Tea?” she chirped.

“Er, please,” I replied “Whats the plan for today?”

“Well the guys are all going to the Lido today so I thought maybe we can go there?, Donna will be going too,” she giggled.

“Cool, all good with me,” I replied, after all with the way today was going spending a day with girls in swim suits was right up my street!

Gill returned 5 mins later with tea and all was as though nothing had happened and we agreed to go out around 11am.

The day went well, lots of pretty ladies in swim suits, some one piece and many in bikini’s which was even better. Donna indeed was there and of all the new friends we had made she would be the one who I’d most like to snog and cop off with, Dark brown long hair, big brown eyes and lovely big boobs, she was perfect.

I did spend quite a lot of the day chatting with Donna and playing around in the pool but wasn’t sure if I was getting any closer to that kiss or any possible chance of a fondle of those lovely big boobs, which incidentally she must have seen me ogling on many occasions throughout the day.

Plans were made to meet later after tea and hopefully I’d be able to make some moves on Donna as I didn’t seem to be making the kind of progress Gill was making with Paul, a number of time I saw them toe to toe in the pool and I’m certain they weren’t practice dance moves, Gill often osmaniye escort had her hands under the water and Paul most certainly looked like a very happy boy.

I decided as I watch my pretty sister playing with some guy in the pool that she, like me was becoming very sexually aware, so much so that she was already ahead of me in that experience and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I found this very arousing.

Heading back home for tea and Aunty Carole was already there when we skipped through the front door, the usual chit chat ensued whilst Gill and I sat at the kitchen table and all that time I was admiring my aunts figure and curves. As she stood at the sink peeling potatoes the sunlight made her blouse quite transparent and l was able to see the clear outline of her heavy breasts in a lacy pretty bra. Not sure if Gill was enjoying it as much as I was but she too was having a nice long look at the sexy view of her heavenly big breasts.

So dinner passed without signs of any secrets being given away and we chatted together for a while before Gill made an exit to get ready to go back out, me being a guy just needed to clean my teeth and spray on some Mandate aftershave I brought from Boots The Chemist. Whilst Gill was upstairs Carol asked about my day and went on to tell me she’d been feeling very horny all day thinking about me and how she loved discovering me with my hard-on this morning.

“I was wet all day,” she whispered, “I do get exceptionally wet down there whenever I’m really turned on you know.”

“Did you touch yourself?” I asked feeling a bit shy about the conversation

“No,” she replied “Sometimes its very difficult not to but if I resist I usually have a tremendous orgasm whenever I get home and have a little play, other times I just have to go to the ladies and deal with it!” she giggle trying to look all coy and sheepish.

“So tell me about the girls and boys you’ve met?” she quizzed, “have you got your eye on a young lady?”

I went on to tell her about Gill having met some guy called Paul and they were very much into each other and that they were kinda copping off at the pool earlier, and then when I mentioned Donna she quizzed me further, it was quite funny talking to an older woman about another much younger girl that I fancied, but it was also very exciting knowing the taboo that I shared with Aunty Carole. Just as the conversation was getting a little warmer Gill bounced down the stairs looking a million dollars and was ready to go.

15 minutes later we had arrived at the amusement arcade as agreed and there was about 10 of us in total, Gill as expected made a bee line for Paul and I was soon chatting with the lovely Donna. She looked divine and the tight T shirt she had on did little to cover the shape and size of her breasts, in fact I’d say they looked even more magnificent tonight that ever before.

However as we chatted Donna began to complain of not feeling to good and to be fair the colour began to drain from her face, now I had a dilemma, go against my principle of not leaving my sister even though I was sure she’d be ok, or do I offer to be the gentleman and walk Donna back to her place. Gill seemed more than happy for me to go and even winked at me as to say, let me get on with what I’d doing and you walk Donna back and be alone together.

So it was decided I’d take her back and I’d see Gill back at ours later, as it turned out the walk was just what we needed and Donna was more chatty, more open and more fun than when with the crowd of others. I had to tell her to stop apologising about this and that it was fine with me.

“Actually,” I told her “I prefer to be alone with you that with everybody else.”

She did seem a little surprised at this and it evoked a big gleaming smile. We were soon at their place and I was about to say goodbye when she turned right into me, looked up at me and said,

“Thank you for being so nice, you’re different for the other boys.” and with that she tiptoed and planted a big kiss right on my lips.

Not only was that just perfect, but I felt her heavy boobs press against my chest which was just sublime. There was a little pause until I returned the kiss and then told her to go in and get some rest and hopefully I’ll see her tomorrow.

For a moment I thought about me responsibility to my sister and then thought of being at home alone with Aunty Carol, it was a brief thought but I guess Gill wanted to be alone with Paul and do whatever she wanted, and I certainly had plenty of thoughts about being home with my aunt, so I headed back home.

Arriving back only an hour after we left I slipped in the back door and kicked my trainers off, I could hear Aunty Carole chatting and realised she was on the phone, probably Uncle Jeff I guessed, however just as I got closer to the hallway I could make the conversation out clearer and the voyeur in me paused to listen in.

Aunty Carole said something about “how much she was enjoying having marmaris escort him here, and that he was turning into a very handsome and sexy young man”, the tone and giggle was so obvious in its meaning that I knew it was me she was talking about and in exactly what context it was meant, apparently “Taking extra special care of him” was an absolute pleasure “If you know what I mean?” she again giggled.

I backed off down the passage and opened and closed the back door making sure I was easily heard and then shouted through to say hello and told her it was only me. Aunty Carole said to come through to the lounge as she was on the phone, as I walked in there she looking so womanly and sexy, still in her blouse and skirt but now with no heels, stocking still on and at least one extra blouse buttons undone.

Carole was sitting on one of the big velour sofa which backed onto the big bay window at the front, heavy net curtains kept prying eyes out but allowed plenty of the early evening sunlight to flood in, she was still chatting on the phone and still giggling as I sat opposite and whilst she talked she looked right at me licked her lips seductively. This is still one of those moments that I have stored in my Virtual Wank Bank because as I sat down and admired my beautiful aunty she unbuttoned the remaining buttons and let her blouse fall to either side of her breast.

Those magnificent full and heavy breast perfectly cradled in a light blue and white lacy bra looked so womanly, so big and fleshy and so god damn sexy, I was in perving heaven!

“Yes, he’s just come back in,” Carol said, returning to her call, “Would you like to speak with him?”

“Strange!” I thought, “I don’t usually chat with Jeff that much, but hey, why not?”

“OK, will do, here he is,” she said and began to lean towards me holding the phone ensuring I got a full on view of her tightly packed bra.

“it’s your mum!” she smiled.

Well I guess the look on my face must have said it all as she just sat back with the biggest grin on her face and could barely contain herself from laughing aloud.

“Er, hi mum” was all I could think of to say, whilst all the time looking right back at Carole who just sat there with her shirt undone and lacy cover breasts on full show for my personal pervy viewing.

We chatted about this and that and then I realised that what Aunty Carole had said earlier was to Mum and not to Jeff!, she had only been telling my mum, her sister just how handsome and sexy a young man I was becoming and that she was “Taking good care of me” OMG!

Well my mind was in a complete frenzy by now and all this time I’m thinking all these things Carole is making it easier and easier for me to see up her skirt as she opens her legs a fraction wider and wider, as I sat back into the sofa I could begin to see the tops of her sheer stocking and then the blue and white of her panties.

“Stephen, are you still there?” mum questioned

“Er yes mum, sorry,” I excused, “just a little distracted, sorry.”

“It’s fine young man,” she assured me “you spend some time with Aunt Carole, I know she’ll look after you very well.” And as before the sound of her voice, the tone of it just made it feel she had full knowledge of the current situation!

Moments later she was gone and I handed the phone back to my aunt and she said her goodbyes

“So where’s Gill?” she asked.

“Oh she’s with Paul and the others but I walked Donna back as she wasn’t feeling too good.”

“Oh bless you,” she said, “A right proper gentlemen aren’t you?” and with a look right into my eyes she followed up with “Or did the prospect of being alone here with me have any bearing on it?”

“Well it had crossed my mind for sure,” I laughed, “its not often your sexy aunt leaves her lipstick on your cock in the morning now is it!” and that brought the laughter out in both of us.

Things then moved pretty quickly as she jumped from the sofa, held her hand out and said “In that case you’d better come with me young man, that is.. if you want to of course?”

“All yours,” was my reply to which she smiled and just said “Thats what I was hoping for!”

Moments later I was in Carole and Jeffs bedroom toe to toe with my mums sister and kissing passionately, Carole was almost ripping my clothes off and pushed my pants down with my jeans, I was naked in 30 seconds flat and standing to attention as you’d expect. I pushed the blouse off her shoulders and Aunty Carole reached around to unclip her bra, it was then I got a full, in your face look at the object of my desires and the image of my pervy thoughts, and let me tell you, they were amazing tits!

I just stood for a moment admiring them until I felt Carole’s hands on mine lifting them up and placing them on her fleshy orbs. Her breasts were heavy full breasts which formed a natural tight cleavage without any squeezing in, her nipples were bigger than most I’d seen in any porno mags and I soon found out for real just how sensitive they can be for some women.

My first touch and roll of her nipples was met with a deep intake of breath and gasp of pleasure, a deep throaty groan which I kinda guessed was a perfect reflection of the pleasure it gave her, however I soon got to understand this wasn’t going to be sensual love making but this was a wanton woman in need of something she was out to take for herself.

My mind raced! Instinctively, my tongue reached out, rolled the stiffening nipple in small circles, coating the hardening nub in the cool air. Mom’s hand grasp her tit, squeezing, extending the flesh upwards. “Yes Baby,” she half groaned.

I backed the step to my bed, pulling Mom along by the nipple, my hand reaching out to reach her backside. I pulled gently, moving her forward. She followed easily, her hands sliding along my shoulders, fingers sliding into my hair, pulling my face tighter against her breast. As my face sunk into the tit, my tongue darted out, pushing her hard nipple inwards, running the tip of my tongue into her soft flesh. Quickly, I drew my tongue in, her nipple jumped between my teeth, hard, but with a pliable softness that was grabbed by my teeth. Holding her nipple, my tongue danced over the skin, mashing it against the inside of my teeth. I nipped a little harder. Mom grimaced, then groaned with more desire. “You like Momma’s tit Baby?” she inquired. I groaned, sucking the flesh deeper into my mouth.

I sat down on my bed. Now tit level, I hungrily suckled her tit. I reached to her other hanging globe, running my thumb over the stiffened nipple. I pulled her tit flesh to my mouth. With her nipples touching, I sucked both into my mouth, biting down firmly on the soft flesh. My tongue, my lips, my teeth, tugged, pulled, and rolled each nipple over in my mouth as my hands forced her tits together. Mom was caressing my head, my shoulders.

My hand slid down her torso, quickly finding her wet slit. Without hesitating, I slid my fingers along her slit, forcing my hand between her lips. Wetness covered my hand. Mom’s legs parted slightly. As my hand slid between her legs, my thumb jumped into her hole. I jammed it up into her body, grinding it deep. I thrust in and out quickly. Mom’s breath rushed from her body, her legs buckled slightly, trying to capture more between her legs. I twisted her around me, pushing her body back against the bed. I thrust my thumb deep, grinding, thrusting into her wetness. Mom quickly fell back on my bed. Without missing a thrust, I moved to her, lowering my head to her stomach. I trailed kisses on her tummy, moving lower. My hand continued thrusts into her sex. I could smell her, her musky aroma. My hand was slick with her juices.

Her pink clit was engorged, sticking from between her lips. I moved my remaining hand to her mound, pulling her clit between my thumb and index finger. I rubbed it between my digits, tugging, pulling, massaging. Releasing her clit, I moved forward. My tongue extended, reaching out to touch her clit. Her breathing stopped. My tongue flicked the extended clit back and forth quickly. I attacked her mound, sucking the hardening clit into my mouth. A muffled scream emanated from my mom, piercing the silence of the room. Nothing but lust filled my thoughts. I hungered for her sex! I needed to make her cum! I lost all cognizant thought. I assaulted her clit, holding it firmly between my teeth, flicking it back and forth with my tongue. I would bite firmly, hold, pulling it, tugging it from her body. My tongue mashed it, rolled it back and forth against the firmness of my teeth. I rotated my thumb deep into her cunt. I fucked her body hard.

Pulling off her, extricating my thumb from her hole, I coaxed her up on my bed, length wise. I hesitated, noticing her beauty. Firm for her age, her ample tits stood high on her chest. Her nipples rigid, her hands slid over her hips, over her waist, up her sides to gently cover her tits, pushing them flat, rolling the nipples under her palms. She watched me, her eyes blazing holes into my body. My cock regained life, filling with a semi-hardness that invited more. I moved over her body, my knees beside her head. I placed my growing cock over her nose, touching her lips with its’ head. Her tongue reached out, gently caressing its’ head. Tilting her head, she opened her mouth, sucking its’ head into her mouth. I arched forward, driving more cock into her mouth. I leaned quickly to her mound. Reaching around her hips, I cupped her ass, lifting her crotch upwards, tilting her hips to open her legs, open her sex to me.

I blew cool air over her wetness. Her clit, standing red, engorged, and proud invited me to lunch. I leaned to her, pulling her hips upwards to meet me, sucked her clit into my waiting mouth. I drove my face hard down on her, moving to spread her lips, sucking her deep. I started head thrusts up and down on her clit, pulling it firmly from her body, then driving head back down, grinding my lips and chin into her body. I sucked her clit deep, my tongue running circles over her clit, my teeth gently raking her skin. I wanted her clit!

My fingertips found her wet hole. Gently, I spread her lips open. My fingers played, rimming her hole, first one, then another finger darting knuckle deep into her wetness. Reaming her hole, my finger would escape as the other darted in, repeating the reaming. Suddenly, two fingers darted, penetrating her wetness. I suck batman escort her clit hard. My fingers arched in, darted out, arched back into her hole. Stopping movement, I spread my fingers, reaming her hole wider, firmer. I pressed my fingers deeper into her body. Her hips thrust to meet me, flexing, lifting, grinding against my fingers, face. Involuntary humps of her hips came with grunts. Her legs lifted upwards, spreading wide. Her crotch was mine for the taking. I drove my fingers deep! I sucked her clit faster, driving it hard against my teeth, hammering the sensitive organ over and over. Her body responded.

No longer were we mother and son. We were passionate male and female. We were lost in our desires. Nothing but lust filled our thoughts. We were having sex. Powerful, pure, lustful sex. I drove my hips forward, grinding every inch of my cock into her mouth and throat. Grunting, groaning, we lost ourselves in our sex. I assaulted her clit and hole, hammering her soft, yielding body.

Her orgasm approached. Her hips lifted up off the bed, forcing them high, hard into my face. Mom’s breathing was ragged, labored. Her hips jumped spasmodically. Her breathing grew very quick, shallow, as her orgasm approached. She pulled my cock out of her mouth. Catching her breath, she bit my thigh firmly, pulling my flesh hard against her face. Rapid bursts of breath, her hips arched, holding high above the bed, driving her cunt to my mouth. A guttural scream started low, grew loader and loader until she erupted into orgasm. Her body jumped high, her hand snaked behind my head, pushing my face down to her hole. I licked around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her body. Thrusting hard, I jammed them deep and stopped movement. My tongue gently, softly played between her lips, tracing from her hole to her clit. I suckled her clit, then returned to her hole.

Mom’s breathing grew more normal. Regaining composure, she caressed my hip and back. “Baby, fuck me!” mom commanded, the urgency echoing in her voice. I quickly turned my body around, bouncing on the bed as I thrust my legs down beside her body. My hand reached to her mound, my fingers sliding into her slit, my knuckle passing over her clit, mashing it into her flesh. I snaked my middle two fingers into her body, penetrating swiftly. I drove them deep, her body arching to capture them, the air rushing from her lungs. Her hips rose up, legs, thighs spreading gently, opening to me. She half turned her body to me, her tits mashing against my chest. Her hand reached down, pulling my hand hard against her body. Her fingers traced the backs of my hand, dipping ever so slightly between her lips with me. I thrust hard into her. Breathing stopped, she threw her head backwards, her long, soft throat exposed, I leaned to grab her flesh between my teeth. I groaned as I gently bit into her flesh, holding it firmly, softly. My desire stiffened my already engorged cock.

Rising, I moved over her. Mom’s legs opened, offering her body to me. My cock bounced, it’s head touching her mound. I glanced to her, her wet slit inviting me. Mom’s hand grabbed my cock, her thumb rubbing over his head, spreading my precum over me. Pulling, she guided my cock between her lips. Her breath jumped as my cock touched her, her body thrust upwards. My cock slid between the wet slit. Mom pulled my cock flat against her body, her lips reaching along the sides of my cock. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft, closing the gap in her flesh. Her hips bounced, coating my cock with her juices. With a quick thrust, her hips tilted as her fingers guided my cock into her waiting hole. Her legs locked firmly around my back above my hips. She pulled her body up, driving inches of cock into her body. A rush of air escaped her lungs. A muffled scream into my neck. She nipped my flesh at the nape of my neck.

I reached to pull her hip, her cheek tight against me, driving my cock deep. I pulled back, my cock leaving her cunt. Her body reacted, her legs clasping my hips, pulling me back to her. I thrust down hard. My cock slid deep, my pubic bone driving against hers. I ground my hips, my cock deep into her body. I reached to her leg, lifting it upwards. Unlocking her ankles, Mom allowed me to pull her leg up, her under knee resting on my bicep. I reached to her other leg, pulling it upwards as well. I propped my hands beside her, below her arms, my palms flat on the bed. With each leg pulled high, her hips arched upwards hard. My crotch hit directly on her mound, her point of entry. I thrashed my hips in and out, my cock driving, ravaging her exposed cunt. Mom started screaming, her groans, grunts filling the room with noises of sex. I hammered her, driving my cock deep, repeating my assault on her body. The bed bounced with each thrust, the springs rebounding with each withdrawal from her body. I thrust forward again, impaling her body with my manhood. Mom’s body flailed underneath me, out flesh slapping, our bodies making yalova escort noises, her cunt sucking, air forced out, almost fart like noises escaped her cunt as I drove forward. And we continued. I fucked her hard. Thrusting, grinding, driving my cock hard into her, and her body accepting my assault. Her nails raked my shoulders, my back.

I was groaning loudly. I was matching her noises, my mind lost. Coherent thought gone, I fucked her. Eyes closed tightly, my mind, body became my cock. Feeling, lusting, thrusting, grinding, slamming deep. My orgasm approached quickly. My balls expanded, filling my sac with cum. I ground myself tight against her, stopping all movement. I leaned, my mouth finding hers. I locked her in a kiss, a kiss to feel my orgasm through her. My tongue reached to explore her mouth. I sucked her tongue into my mouth. My balls erupted, sending my cum up my shaft and exploded into her body. With each explosion, my hips thrust against her involuntarily to push my cum deeper. Instantly, my body relaxed, but with each new spurt, my body flexed, driving my cock again that little bit deeper as my cum erupted from his eye. We could feel my shaft expand with each spasm. Mom groaned from deep inside her body. I kissed her deeply, softly, feeling each passion of my cumming through her. Spurt after spurt exploded into her body. My orgasm passed quickly after several heavy spurts into her. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling my kiss deeper. I released her legs, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. Her legs dropped, pulling under me, clamping tight. My cock stretched to stay buried in her cunt. Her cunt muscles sucked my cock hard, our pelvises grinding against each other. I lay flat on her body. Our kissing became softer, sharing the moment.

Breathing was growing more normal. I sucked her lower lip gently into my mouth, tugging ever so slightly, playfully. I kissed my way down her cheek, trailing light kisses over her jaw, down her neck, past her ear. I nipped gently, with each, a small thrust of my hips, my deflating cock rubbing over her clit. A groan, a deep guttural groan came forward from my Mom. She reached both hands down my body, to my ass, pulling me hard against her. Her hips humped under me. “Oh my God,” she whispered low. She ground her pelvis against me. Her eyes were closed tightly, head thrown back. “MMMmmmmmmm,” she growled. With several shallow grunts, Mom came again. Her eyes flew open. “That was unexpected,” she laughed. She kissed me softly.

As our bodies regained normalcy, our size differences became apparent. Mom’s breathing became difficult. I rolled off her. Her frame was small compared to mine. She snuggled against me, her small hand, fingers tracing my deltoids, up over my nipple, across my chest, and back. A fingertip hesitated on my nipple, stiff with attention. Mom leaned to suck it into her mouth. I pulled her head tight against my flesh. Mom crawled up on me, her mouth never leaving my nipple. She trailed kisses across my chest, finding the other nipple waiting for her. I flexed my chest muscles. They rippled under her mouth. Mom, using her arms to raise her body slightly, trailed her tits up my stomach, down my torso and over my soft, sticky cock. Mom trailed kisses as she went. Reaching between us, mom stroked my cock upwards, lodging my cock between her tits. Using her hands, she pushed her tits softly around my cock as she slid even further down my body. She massaged my cock and balls with her tits for several minutes. I laid back, my hands on her shoulders, my fingers kneading gently. I was spoiled by her. She slid further down my body, her tits resting on my thighs. Her mouth found my cock, more flaccid than erect. With a single gulp of air, she sucked it into her mouth, her teeth gently clamped at the base of my soft cock. Her tongue circled my cock, moving it around the inside of her mouth. Her fingers, hand grabbed my balls, her thumb sliding up my shaft. Her mouth sucked me gently, firmly, drawing any remaining juices up my shaft, into her waiting mouth. She stared at me.

I watched intently as she played, her tongue dancing over my cock, her lips extending to suck a ball into her mouth, but always, quickly back to my cock. I opened my legs, allowing her to snuggle down between my thighs. Resting, laying mid thigh, with my thighs along her sides, supporting the body, her fingers wrapped softly around my cock. Even flaccid, my cock is 6″ long, Mom played, flopping my meat back and forth, her tongue swiping it as she flopped it back and forth. Opening her mouth, she leaned forward, her teeth sliding down the girth of my soft cock. Watching me, she sucked hard, her cheeks hallowing, her eyes never leaving my eyes. She started reverse milking my cock, squeezing low and working upwards, milking any liquids up my shaft into her waiting mouth. Her head bobbed fast on my cock, her teeth adding just enough firmness to make my body jump. When she reached the head, she would pump her hand up and down ordu escort my shaft, then plunge her mouth down again. My hands reached for her head. Sensitive, my cock was on the verge of needing to pull out of her mouth, or wanting to jam her head deep, to keep her fixed to my growing cock.

Within moments, mom had my cock at full staff. Pushing my legs up, Mom licked down the underside of my cock, washed over my balls, jabbing at each nut with her soft tongue. I pulled on my knees, lift8ing my legs way up, exposing my ass. Mom did not hesitate. She licked down my sac, her tongue teasing my tight hole. Her tongue tip traced outside my sphincter, my breath held deep in my chest. Would she lick me? “Oh fuck Mom, lick me,” I whispered huskily. Her hand reached to grab my stiff shaft, her fingers closing tightly around it. She pulled upwards hard, squeezing my skin to the head. Thrusting up, down, up hard, she jammed her tongue on my asshole. My body lurched, grinding against her face. I reached to her head, caressing softly. My body bucked, her tongue reaming, poking, and reaming my asshole again. I could not believe the feeling as she hammered my cock at the same time. I know my cock expanded beyond his normal 9 ½ inches. All I could do was breathe, grunt, and enjoy. Mom drove her tongue into my ass, a penetration just enough to feel my hole spread just barely. I could feel her tongue snake. She drove her face hard against my asshole. She looked possessed.

I needed her. I needed to bury my cock in her pussy. I dropped my legs, pulling her upwards. Mom scrambled, straddling my legs. She crawled up my torso. Reversing her grip on my cock, she lifted a leg, positioned my cock at her wet hole. She reamed her cunt with my cock head. Slowly, deliberately, she dropped her leg, my cock disappearing into her cunt. Placing her hands on my chest, her head dropped, her chin resting on her chest. I grabbed her hips, pulling hard to penetrate her body. My hips exploded up off the bed, jamming my cock in her pussy. So little, I lifted her body up with me. She placed her feet almost flat on the bed, her weight supported by the balls of her feet, dropping her crotch hard on my cock. Several small humps later, my cock was buried completely in her body. As she lifted up, I could watch my slick cock slide out of her body, her cunt lips stretching hard to hold my cock deep, sucking, refusing to give up on holding my cock deep in her body. My cock glistened with her wetness. We fucked slowly. Mom would lift high up my shaft, then grind her body down slowly, her hips rotating, thrusting forwards and backwards. When our pelvises met, she would mash her clit on my pubic bone, thrusting forwards, backwards, anything that would add pressure to her clit.

Mom ground down on my cock. “Lay still Baby,” she whispered. Raising her torso, her fingers slid into her wet slit. I could feel her nails rake across my buried cock. Mom was flicking her clit back and forth quickly. Her cunt grabbed my cock, her muscles twitching with each flick of her clit. “Twist my nipples Baby,” she whispered. I reached to her tits, taking each nipple. I pulled them from her flesh, rolling the hardened skin firmly between my fingers and thumbs. I lifted her tit, tugging at the nipple. I massage them roughly. Mom’s eyes closed. She increased the speed at which she rubbed her clit. Her body made involuntary thrusts on my cock. I pulled her nipples, pinching harder. Mom grunted with each pinch. I rolled the nipples over, twisting firmly. I rolled them back and forth, twisting further with each roll. Mom raked my cock with her nails, mashing her clit hard against her body. “Yes Baby,” she growled.

Mom grew tense, her cunt thrusting forwards and backwards on my cock. Wetness flooded my pubic hair, her cunt dripping out fluids, matting my hair, squishing between us. Mom’s body exploded! Her hands came back to my chest as she started humping my cock with total abandon. Lifting high up my cock, she jammed down hard, grinding, and repeating her actions. I grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard. Thrust, after thrust, I pushed upwards, penetrating deeply. My cock, my balls expanded. My orgasm approached with the subtleness of a bull ride. I thrust my body upwards, impaling my petite mom on my monstrous cock. Mom’s face, contorted, fucked down hard with her body. My hips began quick, deep thrusts, driving her completely down on my cock. Our bodies smacked hard together, the sound of flesh against flesh filling our space.

My cock exploded without a smidgen of notice. Grunting loudly, I thrust upwards, grinding all I could into her body. My eyes, my face frozen in lust, I felt each spurt erupt into her body. Mom ground her body down on my cock. She dropped down to me, feeling each spurt as well. She kissed me. My tongue reached to explore her mouth. With each spurt, my tongue danced with hers, freezing for a split second as my cock exploded into her, spitting out my cum. With each pause between spurts, my tongue attacked hers’, waiting for the next instant where my cock would again erupt, freezing all other movement for that split moment. After several spurts, several instants in time, Mom’s kiss grew deeper, more meaningful. Our bodies joined, we kissed as passionate lover’s. Mom made movements, grinding her cunt down hard on my deflating cock.

AN: For my incest readers, this is an entry into Literotica’s National Nude Day Contest. So please show some love for our favorite genre and remember to vote! Votes, comments and feedback of all kinds are always appreciated. – Carnal

NB: There’s a lot of Daddy/Baby Girl role play in this, so if that’s not your thing…

“Hey, Baby Doll!”

“Aw, gorgeous, show us that beautiful smile!”

“Come on, Cassie, look sexy for the camera!”

The flashbulbs and light meters go off like a thousand stars, all around me, nearly blinding me but I’m used to it by now. I know how to work a crowd. I toss them a dazzling smile, flinging my long hair, pushing out my breasts—not too much, not too far, just enough to be enticing. I know my best angles. I know how to pose, how to gaze in just the right way. I know my own power and I turn it on with skill and ease.

I hold still, and smile; my blue eyes innocent and wide. Time stops. Sounds fade away.

All the flashing lights suddenly merge into one bright space where I am silent and alone and thinking of you.

No one knows my secret. The cameras cannot penetrate my heart.

I feel closest to you in moments like this, when I’m giving my body to the world. We both know there is only one man I’m thinking of. Only one man making my heart beat faster and my nipples harden under my dress.

Just you.

If they only knew. If anyone knew. The thought brings a new sparkle to my eyes. I wet my lips and flash an even more dazzling smile, only this time it’s just for you.

Daddy.

I know you’ll see me. I know what you’ll be thinking.

I can’t wait to get home to you.

I will see you soon.

Xoxoxo,

Baby Doll

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Cassie Stevens grew up the only girl in a house full of men—her dad Larry, and three older brothers Jake, Joe and Josh.

People always thought she should be a Jennifer or a Julie, but she was Cassie, short for Cassandra. Her mother picked this name out of a baby book in the waiting room of her gynecologist because she “thought it was pretty.” She didn’t tell Cassie this; she died in a car accident when her daughter was a year old. Cassie was with her at the time, but her baby seat saved her. When they found her, she was hanging upside down and screaming, hurt, but alive.

Naturally she was too young to remember. This all came to her by way of family legend, through “the story” whispered at dinners and reunions, and the way she was treated just a bit differently than everyone else.

She was the one who survived and she was the only girl. Somehow, these two things became linked, for her and everyone else. The shadow of tragedy followed her around, the ghost of her mother somehow always there and part of who she was. Being a girl felt like she always had a fragile halo around her head. She may as well have had angels’ wings.

She looked the part. She was a gorgeous child, as perfect and exquisite as a porcelain doll. She had her mother’s looks—her lustrous red hair, creamy complexion, blue eyes, and adorable pink lips.

So to say she was spoiled and coddled and fawned over is an understatement. She was the pet of three brothers who absolutely adored her. Her dad was less demonstrative, but she knew she was his everything. No one would ever mess with a hair on his precious angel’s head. She never knew anything but love and kindness from them, and she grew up, happy and content, into a beautiful girl.

They lived in a small town in New Jersey sandwiched between two larger, wealthier ones, about 20 miles from Manhattan. By the time she graduated from high school she was a Jersey girl, through and through. Her dad, Larry, owned a landscaping business. Years ago, when her mother died, he was just an employee, but now, 18 years later, he was doing quite well. He had over 100 employees of his own, mostly day laborers, and managing them and the business side of things now took up most of his time. Their part of New Jersey was not exactly lacking in huge mansions with extensive grounds—they didn’t call it the “Garden State” for nothing.

Larry did well enough that they had a summer home on the shore, in addition to the old rambling house in the sort-of country, at least as far as Jersey goes. It was a big place, faux-Victorian, with a widow’s walk and a few turrets, and many additions built on over the years. At the back of the property he’d built an entire one-bedroom apartment atop an old stone garage. Usually it was rented out, but not this summer.

Everyone said Larry Stevens was a great guy. A hard worker. A self-made man, always had your back. Reliable, dependable, and smart. But he was quiet, and kept to himself.

Cassie couldn’t remember quite when it happened, exactly, but at some point she got in the habit of just calling him Larry. One day she woke up and thought “I’m too old to keep calling him Daddy.” She would have called him “dad,” but that was her brothers’ name for him, and she wanted to be different. So “Larry” it was.

He had the landscaping fethiye escort business, but he also had a gardening store right next door to their house. There was a greenhouse and an attached shop, where Cassie worked. Half the time she was weeding, potting, trimming and watering; the other half she was at the front register.

And that’s where this story really starts.

It was the end of June. Cassie was 18, and about to turn one year older. She had graduated from high school, a year later than most, and was due to start college in the fall. She wasn’t looking forward to it. She had no freakin’ clue what to do with her life.

Two of her brothers were living at home and working for her dad; the oldest, Jake, was in business school, getting an MBA. Josh and Joe were outside late in the day on a Friday, and she was hoping to close up soon.

She was just sitting at the counter, twirling her hair, absorbed in a magazine. She was looking at Vogue. God she loved it.

It wasn’t exactly true that Cassie didn’t know what to do with her life. She had an idea, but it seemed too ridiculous to even consider. She looked at Vogue because she liked looking at the models. It was kind of a secret thing. She’d look at them and study them knowing “I could do that.” It was the single thing she could think of doing with her life at the moment. But it seemed like such a pipe dream, and so dumb, so mindless. Who becomes a model—stupid girls. Yet she couldn’t stop looking and wondering.

She knew she was pretty. She knew she had the body for it. Her girlfriends were always telling her she should try it. She knew she could make money at it, too, if she was good. And the thought of using her own money to not know what to do with her life was a hell of a lot better than wasting Larry’s.

It was such a silly idea.

Yet she looked. She looked and looked. She couldn’t stop looking.

And there she was, looking, imagining herself in those pages, sitting at the counter twirling her hair, when she heard a soft “tap, tap, tap.”

She thought she might have imagined it, but then she heard it again, closer this time. “Tap, tap, tap.”

She tore her eyes away from the glossy pages a few inches, and her gaze fell on a woman’s hand tapping her fingernails on the counter. The nails were filed into sharp points, and painted a startling blood red.

Her eyes traveled upwards and she found herself looking into one of the strangest faces she’d ever seen.

She thought, “It’s Rita Skeeter.”

The woman was older, probably in her 50’s, and extremely well-dressed. She wore a Chanel suit, pearls and earrings. Her face was immaculately made up, her thin black hair in a precision bob, with unnaturally straight bangs. She had a huge, hooked nose, like a giant beak, and tiny, beady black eyes. Her mouth was a crimson slash.

But it was her expression that made Cassie think of Rita. The woman was looking at her like a spider who had just trapped the most succulent fly, the way Rita had slobbered over Harry. Her black eyes were hooked into Cassie’s; she could not look away for a second.

Cassie stammered, “Can I help you?”

The lady murmured, in a deep, scratchy voice, “Oh, I think you can.”

What a freak! But Cassie couldn’t break her stare. It was like she was being hypnotized.

Cassie watched, disbelieving, as her taloned hand reached up to hold her chin. She grasped her jaw, and slowly turned her head to the left and right, like she was looking at a diamond or a ruby.

“Pretty girl. Pretty, pretty girl.”

Ok, freak, now you’re really creeping me out. Cassie tried to jerk her head away, but “Rita” held it and continued to peruse her.

“Exquisite. Just exquisite. I’ve never seen that shade of blue, like the summer sky. Pink lips, sensuous but sweet. The skin . . . ” she murmured as she ran her hand over Cassie’s cheek. “Ivory silk. And the hair . . .” Her leering gaze caressed Cassie’s mane of russet waves. “Not too red. A true copper.”

“Amazing. Astounding.”

Finally Cassie jerked away from her. “What do you want?!”

At that the woman seemed to snap out of it. She glanced down and took in the magazine, which was spread open on the counter like some embarrassing sexual thing Cassie been caught doing. She hastily closed it.

Cassie saw her eyes take in her name tag.

“So tell me, Cassandra, have you ever had your picture taken?”

“Yes,” Cassie stammered. “Of course.”

The woman waved her claw in the air. “I don’t mean for the high school yearbook, little girl. I mean, by a professional, someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Cassie stared at her. She had just spent the last hour at the counter fantasizing about that very thing. “No,” she whispered.

The woman glanced down at the magazine. “But you want to, don’t you? You know you could do it. You know you could be like those girls.”

“I don’t know . . .” Cassie lied.

“Hmmm,” the lady said, alanya escort suddenly switching to business mode. She pushed her only purchase, a can of Diet Coke, towards her. “Ring me up, cashier girl.”

Cassie took in her designer bag and shoes, the whole thing, and wondered how in the world such an obvious New Yorker had stumbled into their store.

She rang her up, saying, “Who . . . I mean, why are you here?”

The woman slapped a business card down on the counter. “Visiting my son. Trust me, it’s the only thing that could ever get me to come to New Jersey. But now . . . hmmm . . . well, stranger things have happened.”

She got ready to go, but clutched Cassie’s hand with hers before she left.

“If you don’t want to be waiting on people like me the rest of your life, give me a call. Think about it. And Cassandra—” she glanced down at the business card. “I don’t give those out very often. There are millions of girls who would scratch your eyes out to get that number.”

She turned to go, and Cassie just stared after her in disbelief, holding the card in her hand.

She looked at it.

Freya Malle, CEO FM Modeling Agency, New York, NY

That was it, plus an address and a phone number

She was still gazing at it when she heard one of her brothers yelling for her, so she quickly stuck it in the pocket of her jeans and got ready to go. +++

“Stop it!”

Joe was tickling Cassie on the way back to the house, trying hard to make her laugh, which she was.

“‘Stop it!'” he joked, mimicking her. “‘Stop it, oooh stop it!'”

“Don’t you have anything better to do than pick on me?”

“No, it’s my favorite thing in the world,” he said, as his hands found her rib cage, making Cassie double over away from him. Before long she was giggling hysterically and begging him to stop.

“So what are your plans for the summer, baby sis? You still seeing that idiot?”

“He’s not an idiot, and no, I’m not. I keep telling you! Sean and I broke up.”

“Good. He was a wuss.”

“He played football, jerk. He could take you in a second.”

“He’s got shit for brains then. Nothing going on upstairs.”

“You always hate my boyfriends!”

“That’s right,” said Josh, coming up on the other side. “No one’s good enough for you.”

“Oh, shoot. If it was up to you two I’d never date.”

“Not any of the lunkheads around here! Come on, Cassie, you’re never going to meet Prince Charming in Bumfuck, NJ. You should get away, go to the city.”

She glared at them, thinking about the card in her pocket.

Cassie turned to head into the house, glancing to make sure they were gone.

She stuck her hand into her pocket as she headed inside, touching that card, knowing it wasn’t the only secret she was keeping from them.

She knew Larry was inside. That was the other secret, and the last thing she wanted was for them to suspect it. +++

He was in the kitchen, reading his mail, when she walked in.

She flashed a happy smile when she saw him, melting with pleasure.

Larry was quite the business owner nowadays, but had never lost his blue collar roots. He preferred to be outside working whenever he could, and he was standing there now in grass-stained jeans and an old t-shirt with sweat blooming around the neck and back. Cassie simply adored the sight of him. She took in his barrel-chested, bulky body, his massive hands and sighed . . . . He was big and strong and muscly and warm and just so thoroughly, mysteriously masculine.

He heard her come in and glanced up. He didn’t say anything as she headed to the fridge, saying “Hi,” as she got a bottle of Snapple. “Everything going ok at work?”

“Yes. Everything’s good. Oh here, baby, let me help you with that.”

At the sound of his voice, Cassie felt her stomach muscles clench and her nipples harden under her blouse and she flushed a deep red, which was very noticeable with her pale skin. She was so flustered she couldn’t open her drink.

He came over, and took the bottle from her hands. Cassie watched him twist the top off as if in slow motion, her gaze lingering on the way the hairs on his skin had become almost bleached blond in the sun, and stood out so softly against his flexed muscle. It lasted probably 5 seconds, but it seemed to take an hour before she heard the “pop.”

She laughed awkwardly when he handed her the bottle, making her feel silly. It was only a bottle of Snapple for god’s sake. But she was so self-conscious as she raised it to her mouth. Larry stood there, motionless, never losing eye contact, clenching and unclenching his hands, as he watched her chug down the iced tea.

“Thanks,” she said, exhaling.

“Oh, wait just a sec . . .”

He wet his thumb with his tongue and gently wiped it across the dripping tea on her chin, his gaze lingering on her lips as he did it. Cassie laughed again from the nervous shivers running up and down her spine when he touched her. manavgat escort It was such a “Larry” thing to do.

“Gotcha. All cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice trailing away into a whisper, as his hand stayed there, framing her beautiful face, his thumb tracing her full pink lips.

Both of them glanced nervously towards the door.

Cassie simply couldn’t help the way her blue eyes latched onto his, or the way she leaned into his caress. She couldn’t stop her hand from reaching up and pressing the tip of his thumb to her lips. She felt like she was in a dream as she wrapped her wet lips around it and sucked half deep into her mouth. She saw him glance down to her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard and pressing through her thin blouse.

Larry felt powerless to stop it—to stop her. He could not breathe or move.

He murmured, “What are you doing Baby Doll . . .?” and tried to tug his hand away from her mouth. But she only made a little moan, and sucked harder.

“Fuck . . .” Larry hissed, unable to look away from her liquid blue eyes. He could not help himself. He saw his other hand reaching up to her breasts, desperate to touch those jutting nipples, as if it was someone else doing it. Cassie groaned sharply when his fingertips just barely grazed her left nipple, and he watched it swell into a sharp, hard point. He whispered, “Shhh!” while glancing to the door.

He stared, mesmerized, as he played with her nipples, watching them harden, hearing her breath become deeper and slower.

“What are you doing tonight?” he said.

“Mmmm . . .” she could only moan.

“Will you be home . . . late?” he said, while glancing out the window.

She shook her head, while holding his eyes.

Larry could not stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth.

“Come see Daddy, later . . . when you get back . . .”

She made a happy moan, and nodded, then made a disappointed sound when he pulled away from her. He leaned down to kiss her cheek, and whisper in her ear. “See you then.”

+++

Larry headed to the apartment, his head full of the image of Cassie opening her mouth, holding that glass bottle to her lips, her sky blue eyes latched onto his. He was hard and throbbing, and hurried to get inside.

He immediately got to work, needing to get his mind on other things. He was re-doing the kitchen and bathroom in this place and still in the middle of scraping off wallpaper and chipping off the plaster walls. It was slow work, and he was glad he had something to occupy him.

Larry could trace the exact moment when things had changed—well, for him at least. It was nearly a year ago, not soon after Cassie turned 18.

Of course he’d seen that she had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman—you’d have to be blind not to see that. Since the moment he’d allowed her to date at 16 she’d had boys beating down their door. It wasn’t exactly a secret.

But that hadn’t prepared him for the moment he’d walked into the living room as she was waiting for a date one night, yawning and stretching and unaware that he’d come in the room. She’d been wearing a dress—a short, frilly, silly little thing that rode up her slim thighs as she reached up and flexed her arms and shook out her hair.

He felt like he’d been hit by a truck. He caught a glimpse of her pale body, her long legs and large breasts. She was slightly turned so her perfect, tight, cheeks could be seen curving deliciously out from the sway of her lower back, covered only with the tiniest of panties. Her red hair flowed in small waves down past her shoulders, framing her beautiful face.

Until that moment, he’d always considered himself an “ordinary” guy. There was nothing special about him. He worked, he did right by his family, he took care of a lot of people. He prided himself on being reliable and honest. He’d built most of this house, he’d raised four kids by himself. But he didn’t pat himself on the back for that. It was just what a real man and a real father was supposed to do.

He had relationships, occasionally. He knew he could have female company, sex, whenever he wanted it.

He’d thought his life was perfectly fine, until that moment.

He scraped hard at the sticky wallpaper which simply didn’t want to come off, working up a sweat. But the frustration he felt wasn’t only from this mindless task.

For the first time in his life, he regretted never going to college, or—reading more books, or something, because he found himself searching constantly for words to express the feelings he had for her. He couldn’t.

In the beginning, he found himself just thinking of things he wanted to tell her, say to her, or dreaming of places he wanted to take her. He wanted to please her, make her laugh, make her feel treasured and protected and loved. It wasn’t just about fucking a gorgeous girl. He loved her.

Eventually it changed . . . and he’d stroke his cock through his boxers, thinking of erotic scenarios. He thought of . . . scenes. Things they could act out and play. How she would dress for him. What he would tell her to get her aroused. How he would be the gentlest, sweetest, most tender lover she could ever imagine. How he would teach her and guide her. He spun these images and stories out from his mind, one after the other, and they surprised him as much as the sudden attraction to her.