Becoming Hers Ch. 02

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Several weeks had passed since Alex had convinced Karen to spice up their sex life with some light denial play. Since then, things had fallen back into their usual rut. They had sex a couple times, and it was better than it had been, but things were clearly regressing. Karen might tease Alex before letting him cum, but he always came and things were generally enjoyable, if not as intense as they were. Alex went back to looking at porn three or four times a week and his interest in Karen waned.

One night, as things things were heating up, Karen suddenly stopped. “Close your eyes,” she said playfully, “I want to try something.” Alex, already naked and ready to go, sighed “sure” as Karen put a shirt over his eyes and hopped off the bed. Alex could hear her go over to the closet and start rummaging around in their “box of things,” as they called it.

The jolt of cold steel on his cock woke Alex from his stupor. It was so unexpected that it took Alex a moment to realize what it was. About a year ago, they had ordered a novelty cock cage off eBay. It was ill-fitting and uncomfortable, but it made for a fun few nights before they forgot about it, like all their other sex toys.

“Shhh. Last time was fun, don’t you remember? Let’s do it again.” Karen whispered as she closed the ring around his balls. The cold metal softened Alex’s cock just enough to get the cage on. It didn’t do much to constrain his erections, but was more than enough to prevent him from getting off.

Karen slipped the lock onto the cage and closed it with a small click. “There now,” she said grabbing his constrained package, “let’s have some fun.” She held onto his confined junk as she moved up to kiss him. As her tongue probed his mouth, she kneaded his balls, making Alex moan slightly. Her other hand went to one of his very sensitive nipples and started playing with it. It was too much for Alex and he started gyrating his hips, trying to hump her hand.

Karen pulled back and looked at him with a mocking expression. “Hey now, I thought this was about my pleasure.” She pinched his nipple hard and laid down on the bed, spreading her legs and looking at him expectantly.

Alex wasted no time kissing her and exploring her body with his hands. He caressed her thighs and legs, taking care to avoid her breasts or pussy. He wanted to take his time getting her warmed up. Karen could feel the the cage on her leg as Alex uselessly humped away. The feeling of the cool metal, and knowing what it meant was getting her wetter and wetter.

Karen put a hand on Alex’s head and pushed down gently. Alex took the hint and started kissing his way down body. First her neck, and then all around her tits. He took his time, gently encircling them with kisses before taking turns sucking on one nipple while massaging the other breast.

Karen was getting more and more turned on and started growing impatient. She grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him further down. Karen kept hold of his hair as he started to go down on her, using it to guide him.

As Alex went down on Karen, she pulled his hair harder, which made his cock strain against the cage more. It wasn’t the pain so much as Karen’s taking control, but a little bit of pain was nice. It wasn’t too long before he was gyrating his own hips, unsubtly humping the bed and moaning into Karen’s pussy.

Karen came loudly all over Alex’s face. Alex backed off and gently kissed around her smooth mound as she came. She ran her fingers through his hair as he brought his face up to hers. She could taste her pussy as they kissed.

The kept kissing as they switched positions and Karen got on top. Her hands roamed over Alex’s body, one hand eventually settling on his caged cock. The holes in the side were big enough for her to touch him, and she couldn’t help but giggle when he jumped at her touch.

“Sorry, it’s just that it gets more sensitive when it’s constrained like this,” Alex said, blushing. Karen laughed and told him she liked it. She kissed him one last time and sat up next to him. Alex reclined with his hands behind his head and his metal-encased cock standing at attention.

“So what do you want to do about that?” He smirked.

“Whatever the hell I want,” was the reply. Karen gave his nipple a quick pinch and laughed when his cock twitched in response. She leaned over to suck on one and bit it bahis firmaları gently, listening to his half-moan, half-whimper. They really were very sensitive all the time. It was fun. As she worked on his nipple, his hips started involuntarily humping the air. She wasn’t even sure he noticed how much he was squirming.

That wasn’t her target though, and went to take the head of the cock cage in her mouth. Alex looked down in anticipation as she slowly engulfed the top of the cage. The memories flooded back of the last time, as Alex realized he couldn’t feel a thing. There was some warmth and wetness from her mouth, but nothing else. He watched as his beautiful wife sucked a cock that might as well not be his!

Karen looked up and smirked with the metal cock in her mouth. She kept at it, knowing that Alex couldn’t feel a thing. He’d get flashes here and here of her tongue or mouth, but all that did was frustrate him more. Eventually he grabbed her head and tried to fuck her face, but it was all useless.

“Awww, that’s right, nothing huh?” She said with a mock pouty face. “Maybe a handjob?” She used her hand to work the cage, and it was a bit better. The cage moved up and down, but it was so poorly made that it started chafing. There was no way Alex could cum like this. Karen saw his discomfort and laughed cruelly.

“What about a fuck? Hmm?” Karen said as she straddled his hips. The cage was a bit bigger than his cock, but she was so wet that she was able to work it partway into her pussy. Alex was still humping futilely, hoping to get something out of it. He cock was starting to ache and he was getting desperate. Karen leaned down and whispered in his ear, letting the cage slip out of her in the process.

“You want to cum?” Alex nodded and kept humping the air where her pussy used to be. “Well, I’m having fun and don’t want it to end. What are you going to do about that?”

“I’ll make you cum again afterwards. Please.”

“I don’t know, as soon as you cum, you lose interest. We both know that.” She nibbled his ear and started grinding her pussy against his cage. “I need to know you’ll still want to keep going. What about tomorrow? Or the day after?”

“I will, I will. I promise. Just let me cum.”

“I think we both know that’s not good enough.” She was still rubbing his cock, picking up speed slowly. “Why don’t we try you not cumming again? Last time worked. I bet you could go a week without this time.” Her breath was hot in his ear.

Alex’s head was spinning with need. Her body was heavy on top of his, and he could feel just the tiniest bit of her pussy rubbing his cock. He could feel her wetness through the cage.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it! Please, I just want to cum!”

“That’s my boy! Now let’s get this cage off of you.” Karen kissed him on the mouth and pulled the key out of seemingly nowhere. In a moment the cage was off. The blood rushed to Alex’s aching cock now that it was finally free. Alex grabbed Karen by the hips and thrust his cock inside her. He was so frustrated that Karen barely had time to catch her breath before she felt his cock twitch inside her and his cum flood her insides. He kept pumping until he was fully drained inside her and his cum started leaking out.

“I guess that’s to be expected.” She laughed. Alex blushed from embarrassment and mumbled an apology. She laughed and kissed him telling him not to worry. She knew it’d be like that after getting him so worked up. Besides, he’d have a week to think about how to make the next one better.

–

The first couple days were the same as last time, for Alex. It was easiest if he didn’t think about it too hard, so he focused on work and chores around the house. He and Karen spent some time together, but she wasn’t interested on sex either, so it was easy on him.

Wednesday night, Alex couldn’t sleep. He spent a while tossing and turning and normally would’ve gone to look at porn and jerked off. He didn’t want to disappoint Karen, but he also knew she was a deep sleeper. Alex managed to convince himself that he’d go, look at some porn, *not* jerk off, and that he’d be able to sleep easier. Alex wasn’t always the smartest person.

He started looking at the normal stuff, but it wasn’t long until he was looking at some femdom porn. Then, he was looking at a lot of chastity porn. By the time he came across a video of kaçak iddaa a woman getting eaten out by a lucky sub wearing a chastity device, he couldn’t stop. He figured that she’d never know, and he really needed to get to sleep, after all. Alex cleaned up the mess and went back to Karen, who was sleeping soundly.

–

The rest of the week was uneventful. Both their jobs kept them busy during the day and exhausted at night. Alex didn’t look at any more porn, and neither of them were interested in sex.

Saturday night rolled around, and it had been a week. Alex was starting to get horny and was really looking forward to that night. Karen, for her part, had also been looking forward to it, dropping subtle, and not so subtle hints that she had something planned for Alex.

After they cleaned up from dinner, Alex gave Karen a longing look. “So … want to spend some time together?” He took her hand and kissed it tenderly. Karen giggled softly, “oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Her hand cupped his face, “lucky for you, I would too.”

They went up to their bedroom and started making out as soon as they reached the bed. Their hands were all over each other and they were barely able to contain themselves as they stripped off their clothes. Karen grabbed Alex’s already-hard cock and looked him in the eyes, “and have you been a good boy?”

“Uh huh,” Alex lied.

“We’ll see about that.” Karen dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. She wasted no time getting him right to the edge of orgasm, using her hand and jerk him off as she gave him head.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god! I haven’t cum in so long, take it easy!” Alex whimpered. Karen let go of his cock, laughing devilishly.

“Awww, poor little Alex. Do you want to cum?” Karen teased.

“Mmm, of course, but not before you do.” Alex regained his composure and helped her stand up, only to push her back on the bed and kissed her deeply. They were both naked and Alex’s cock was pushing against the entrance of Karen’t pussy. He knew better, though, and started moving down her body, stopping at her wonderful, smooth pussy.

Karen was already sopping wet, so Alex wasted no time diving right in. Skipping the usual foreplay, he felt Karen’s hands on the side of his head as we went down on her with wild abandon. It wasn’t long before her hips were bucking and she was screaming out her orgasm. Alex finished with a long kiss, letting Karen taste herself.

“Ahhh, that was just what I needed. I hadn’t had a chance to masturbate all week!” Karen exhaled. She reached over and gently traced a finger along Alex’s still hard cock. “Let’s see what we can do about this guy.”

Karen climbed on top of Alex and slid his cock into her pussy. Alex let out a low moan as it slid in. “A whole week, huh? I wonder how long you can last.” Karen started fucking his cock as his hands went to her hips to help.

“You said you were a good boy. How was it? Did you find it hard to hold off a whole week?” Karen said sweetly as she continued to fuck him. His cock was rock hard inside her and she felt so wonderfully full from it.

“Mmm hmm.” Alex mumbled, his eyes closed simply enjoying the sensation.

Karen stopped. “What was that? Answer me clearly. Alex’s eyes shot open, “yes! yes it was very hard. Please don’t stop!”

Karen started again, slowly. Alex was getting impatient and started moving his hips in tandem. “No problems, then? No sleepless nights wishing you could jerk off?”

“No, it wasn’t so bad. I was looking forward to tonight.” Alex lied as he picked up the pace fucking her. They were so deep in the moment there’s no way she could tell he was lying.

“Good boy,” she said, giving him a kiss. “Then give me a nice good fucking, but let me know before you cum.”

Alex didn’t need any more encouragement. He raised her hips slightly off of his and started pistoning in and out of Karen’s pussy. Karen moaned in his ear, “fuck me fuck me fuck me”. She added her own thrusts, meeting his hips and feeling his pelvis hitting her sensitive clit.

“I’m going to cum soon,” Alex breathed in her ear. Karen stopped Alex and let his cock fall from her. She slid down and took his cock in her hand. “I thought you could cum in my mouth,” she said, “I know you like it. She said as she reached down to his slick cock. She took his cock in her mouth and started kaçak bahis bobbing up and down. Alex could immediately feel his orgasm brewing. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth and relished the taste of her juices mixed with the taste of his cock.

“Ahhh, I’m going to cum!” Alex yelled. Karen could feel his eruption coming, but as soon as Alex reached the point of no return she took her mouth off and stopped touching his cock entirely. Alex’s face was a mixture of surprise and horror as he realized what was happening. He couldn’t stop his cock from dribbling out a stream of cum, his orgasm completely and utterly ruined.

Alex’s mind exploded with the sudden reversal. “Ah!! What the fuck?” He said, bewildered. His cock was rapidly softening, but he had gotten no relief from the half orgasm. He was still horny and reached down to try to get himself hard again.

Karen watched the whole thing while maniacally laughing. “Tisk tisk, lying is a very bad habit, Alex. I know you jerked off.” Alex’s expression fell as Karen continued. “I told you I had a surprise for you tonight, didn’t I?”

“But, but, but” Alex stammered.

“If I can’t trust you, why do you think you should get to cum? We made a deal and you cheated. How can I trust you?”

“I … I … I’ll do better next time, I promise!”

“Oh, you will. There’s one more surprise. Go look in your top dresser drawer.”

Alex walked over and opened the drawer. Inside was a small black box. He took it out and turned it over in his hands, but there were no markings to say what was inside. Still naked, his flaccid cock hanging sadly, Alex opening the box and saw a bright pink … something.

It took Alex a moment to recognize it. He had seen many similar devices on Wednesday night, after all. He reached in and took out the chastity device and looked at Karen. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. You can’t be trusted. I had ordered this a couple weeks ago, sure, but let’s say I had a hunch this might happen.” Karen gave Alex a winning smile. She took it from his hands and sized it up next to his cock. “I think I got the size right. You’re more of a grower than a shower, so we’ll have to see how it fits.” She looked down again and grabbed a tuft of his pubic hair. “This clashes with the pink though. Don’t you think?”

“Seriously?”

“Sure! It’s been ages since you shaved, but it’s not like you’ve never done it before. Go take a shower and get nice and smooth, then we can try it on!”

Alex wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, this was an incredible turn-on. He was still horny from not cumming, and to part of his brain it sounded like a great idea. He couldn’t wear the old cage under his clothes, and Karen had gone through the trouble of getting a new one. On the other hand, what if someone noticed! The idea of wearing this all the time was intimidating. Neither of them were into exhibitionism.

Karen could see the indecision written on Alex’s face. “Come on, it’ll be fun.” She kissed him on the cheek and gave him a tender hug. “It’s been fun so far, and I think you know you want to. I’ve seen the porn you look at, and I look at all the same stuff.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek. That was all Alex needed.

It took a little while to get rid of all the hair, but eventually Alex came out, perfectly smooth. Karen took one look at him and smiled. “Well, that’s been a while, but it’s always so nice to see.” She walked over and pinched one of his nipples. “Let’s see how it fits!”

Alex sat down and tried to put the cage on, but his cock kept getting hard. Karen’s curious stare wasn’t helping. “Oh, haha! I guess the little guy doesn’t want to go in his cage.” Karen laughed. She grabbed Alex’s cock and gave it a few quick pumps. “There’s no way you’re cumming, cheater. I guess I could let you have another little halfsie if you want. Just to get the cage on.”

Alex shied away from this. “No, no, I’ll go in the other room and wait a few minutes.” Alex retreated to the study and thought about other things for a few minutes. Every time he tried to put the cage on, his cock would start getting hard again. Eventually, though, his perseverance was rewarded and he got the cage on. Karen had gotten the size right after all.

Alex walked back into the bedroom, still completely naked except for the bright pink chastity device hanging from his freshly shaven genitals.

“Oh! That’s so cute!” Karen gushed. “Now we can have some real fun.” Karen spread her legs and beckoned him over for one last orgasm before they turned in for the night.

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32 Year Old Virgin Ch. 04

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When John walked into the kitchen Kelly put a cup of coffee in front of him and sat down across the table from him.

“John, last night it seemed like you were really getting into the role of teacher to Beth’s eager student. That being the case I decided that I should involve you in deciding what to do with her next.” Kelly said.

John shook his head.

“Nope…I’m not going there. You figure it out Kelly.” John said.

“What’s the problem?” Kelly asked.

“You’re the one that wanted me to do this and I’ve done what you asked me to do. My biggest fear in all of this is that I’ll look over and see you looking sad or angry. The way I figure it…you’re less likely to get upset about me doing something you decided on than you are about something I suggested.” John said.

Kelly looked at John for a moment thinking about what he’d said. She had to admit that she could see herself being upset with John if he decided to do something and had a good time doing it with Beth while she sat and watched. She nodded.

“Okay John…since you feel so strongly about it I won’t ask you to help figure out what the next step should be with Beth. Will you at least give me your opinion on my ideas?” Kelly asked.

John nodded.

“Sure…I’ll do that, but they have to be your ideas.” John said.

“Okay. So far you’ve had sex with her in 3 different positions…one in each lesson. You’ve gone down on her twice…once on its own and once as part of a 69. She’s sucked your cock twice…once on her knees and once as part of a 69. We haven’t covered anal yet.” Kelly said.

“Just injecting my opinion here, but lesson number four seems a little quick for anal to me.” John said.

Kelly nodded.

“You’re probably right. I doubt she’d say no, and I do want that to be part of it at some point, but this is probably too soon.” Kelly said.

“If you really plan to include anal in this you should have her prepare herself with a dildo or something for a couple of weeks. Not to brag, but if the first thing in her ass is my cock it’s gonna hurt.” John said.

Kelly nodded.

“That’s a good idea. I definitely want her to try anal, but I want it to be enjoyable for her. If we’re not going to do anal yet, maybe it’s time to cover more foreplay. Are you willing to kiss her and stuff like that?” Kelly asked.

John shook his head.

“I don’t know Kelly. My cock is willing to do a lot of things, but kissing is so much more personal.” John said.

“That’s true, but she needs to experience that part of things too. If she isn’t comfortable kissing someone she’ll never get them in bed.” Kelly said.

“I know that Kelly, but I’m worried about how you’ll react to watching me kiss her.” John said.

Kelly was surprised; she looked at John.

“You’re more worried about me watching you kiss her on the mouth than you were about me watching you lick her pussy?” Kelly asked.

John shook his head.

“That was sex…sex can be completely emotionless…entirely about the physical release and pleasure…have you ever kissed someone…I mean really kissed them without it being emotional?” John asked.

“I suppose not.” Kelly said.

“Don’t forget our agreement, whatever happens between me and Beth…you have to be there; I’m afraid that watching me kiss another woman will be too much for you…I don’t want that.” John said.

Kelly thought for a moment; then she smiled.

“Honestly I probably would get jealous watching you kiss her, but maybe I don’t have to.” Kelly said.

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“It would probably make me jealous to watch you kissing her so I’ll remove any need for being jealous by kissing her too.” Kelly said.

John was surprised.

“Say what?” John asked.

Kelly had stayed out of all of their previous lessons, she’d only watched from across the room. She shrugged.

“If we both kiss Beth, I won’t have any reason to be jealous. It will have the added benefit of giving her more experience with it.” Kelly said.

“Are you serious?” John asked.

“Of course I am. Would you be okay with me kissing Beth?” Kelly asked.

John didn’t know what to say. Part of him wanted to say no, part of him wanted to say yes, and part of him couldn’t say anything because it was already picturing his wife kissing her friend. John shrugged.

“I bahis firmaları guess it would be okay. If I’m okay doing it, I certainly can’t object to you doing it. Do you think Beth will go for it?” John asked.

Kelly smiled.

“I’ll call her later and talk to her about it.” Kelly said.

“Is the kissing stuff all you plan to do this time?” John asked.

“I would hope that you’d still have sex with her again. Maybe you could work the kissing into some kind of oral and then teach her a new position for sex.” Kelly said.

“But that’s it?” John asked.

“Yeah. I need time to think about what the next lesson should be.” Kelly said.

“If that’s the case instead of calling her to talk about whether or not she’d be okay kissing both of us, call her and have her come over so we can talk about it in person. If she’s okay with it…we’ll do it today. If she needs time to think about it or isn’t okay with it we’ll have time to come up with something else.” John said.

“Okay, I’ll call her right now.” Kelly said.

Kelly grabbed her cell phone and dialed Beth’s number.

“Hey Kelly, thanks again for last night. What’s up?” Beth asked.

“Can you come over? I’ve got an idea for your next lesson and we can do it today.” Kelly said.

Kelly could hear Beth’s breathing change…she was excited.

“Another lesson already? I’m free today; should I come over right now?” Beth asked.

“Yeah, come on over.” Kelly said.

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.” Beth said.

Ten minutes later a nervous and excited Beth was at the front door.

“Come on in Beth; thanks for coming.” Kelly said.

Beth smiled.

“I’m very happy to be here.” Beth said.

They went up to the guest bedroom.

“Where’s John?” Beth asked.

“He’ll be here in a minute. While we wait, I wanted to talk to you about what we’re going to be doing today.” Kelly said.

“Okay. What have you got planned?” Beth asked.

“We’ve come pretty far with your education in a hurry. In your past 3 lessons you’ve had sex in 3 different positions and given and received oral in two different positions. There’s a lot of stuff that we skipped over so today we’re going to do something a little simpler.” Kelly said.

“What do you mean by simpler?” Beth asked.

“Today’s lesson is going to be on kissing.” Kelly said.

“Kissing?” Beth asked.

Kelly nodded.

“Yes. If you’re going to be in a passionate relationship, kissing is going to be important and I want you to have some experience and be comfortable with it.” Kelly said.

“Well…okay…that’s not what I was expecting when you asked me to come over, but I guess some practice kissing would be good for me. Does John know that’s what we’re doing today?” Beth asked.

“He knows…and before he gets in here there’s more that you need to know.” Kelly said.

“What?” Beth asked.

“Partly to give you more experience and partly to make things easier for both John and me, both of us are going to be teaching you about kissing today.” Kelly said.

Beth was surprised.

“Both…both of you?” Beth asked.

Kelly nodded.

“Yes. I know that it might be a little awkward for you to kiss me, but it won’t be any more awkward for you than it will be for both me and John. It will also give you experience kissing two different people.” Kelly said.

“Kelly…I’m not sure that I…” Beth started.

John walked into the room; Beth stopped talking.

“Did you tell her what’s going on?” John asked.

“I did. She seems hesitant.” Kelly said.

“I’ve never considered kissing another woman before.” Beth said.

John shook his head.

“It’s not about kissing a woman Beth…it’s about kissing a person. When you were here last night you weren’t learning how to suck my cock…you were learning how to suck any man’s cock; you learned on me so you can do it to someone else later. It will be the same with the kissing. You’ll kiss me for a while…you’ll kiss Kelly for a while. You’ll learn little bits from both of us that you can use with others later on. Okay?” John asked.

Beth thought for a moment; she nodded.

“Okay.” Beth said.

“Good. I think that it will be easier for everyone if I go first.” John said.

John sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the bed beside kaçak iddaa him. Beth moved over beside John. John turned his body towards Beth and she turned towards him.

“After what we’ve already done this is pretty tame…I mean hell we’re both fully dressed. Kissing is really important though. If you want to get a man in bed you’d better be a good kisser. Men always picture what a woman’s mouth will do to their cock when they’re kissing her. If she’s a lousy kisser there’s a good chance that she’s going to be lousy at sucking cock. If you kiss a guy the right way he’ll be desperate to get into your bed. We’re gonna start nice and slow.” John said.

John leaned in and gave Beth a short closed mouth kiss. He pulled back, but kept his face near hers.

“Not bad right?” John asked.

Beth smiled.

“It felt nice.” Beth said.

“It gets a lot better.” John said.

John leaned back in and kissed Beth again. He didn’t get much resistance as he pushed his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. He could feel the bed shaking as Beth trembled, but her tongue came up to meet his.

John kissed Beth for several minutes, stroking his tongue over hers, grabbing her lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it, and closing his lips around her lower lip and sucking on it.

Kelly had started off this lesson the way she had the first three; watching from across the room. After watching her husband make out with her friend for a few minutes, Kelly started to get jealous so she decided that it was time to get involved. She moved over to the bed and sat beside Beth on the opposite side from John.

Seeing that Kelly was in position on the other side of Beth, John pulled his lips away from Beth’s, but looked into her eyes.

“You’re doing really great Beth. Why don’t you try out what you’ve learned on Kelly.” John said.

Beth looked at John for a moment, licked her lips, and then turned to face Kelly. She was nervous.

“I…I know that it’s just kissing, but I’ve never….” Beth said.

Kelly smiled.

“It’s okay Beth. You don’t have to enjoy kissing me…we’re just doing it for practice.” Kelly said.

Kelly leaned in and when Beth didn’t pull away, Kelly started kissing her. Beth was nervous but she found that she wasn’t disgusted by kissing Kelly. It felt the same as kissing John. She started to pull away from Kelly when she felt John’s hands near her waist.

“Keep kissing her. I’m just gonna get you out of these shorts.” John said.

Beth was surprised that John was going to undress her while she was kissing Kelly, but she was too excited that he wanted access to her pussy to protest. John opened her shorts and worked them down her ass. Beth stood up enough for John to get her shorts and panties off; he pulled them down her legs and dropped them to the floor.

“You two keep kissing, but lay back on the bed.” John said.

Kelly raised her hands to Beth’s shoulders and pushed her down so that she was lying on her back. She moved up onto the bed, leaned over Beth, and continued kissing her mouth as John started kissing all over her completely bald pussy.

Soon John was sticking his tongue between the lips between her legs as Kelly was sticking hers between the lips on Beth’s face. It didn’t take long before Beth was having an orgasm; moaning into Kelly’s mouth as Kelly continued to kiss her inexperienced friend.

John moved his face from between Beth’s legs, removed his clothes, and moved to push his cock into her. He started fucking her nice and slow while watching the two women continue to kiss.

Within a few minutes Beth was arching her back and bucking her hips against John as she was getting close to another orgasm. Kelly kept her pinned to the bed, her lips locked with Kelly’s. When Beth climaxed she screamed into Kelly’s mouth.

John pulled his cock out of Beth’s pussy.

“Let her up now. She’s going to show me if she learned anything last night by finishing me with her mouth.” John said.

Kelly moved her lips away from Beth’s and Beth quickly crawled off of the bed and onto her knees on the floor in front of John. She held his cock with her left hand and started licking it.

“What did you think of kissing Kelly while I was fucking you?” John asked.

Beth smiled.

“Mmm…it was nice.” Beth said.

“Was it weird since she’s kaçak bahis a woman?” John asked.

Beth licked up from the base of John’s cock to the head. She kissed the tip of John’s cock and smiled.

“It was at first, but after I got used to it…it felt good. I especially liked it after you took my shorts off.” Beth said.

Beth took the head of John’s cock in her mouth and started swirling her tongue over the head.

“That feels good. You picked that up from Kelly when she was kissing you didn’t you?” John asked.

Beth pulled John’s cock out of her mouth and smiled.

“Yes I did. I understand what you meant about kissing being important. If I do that to a guy’s tongue while I’m kissing him, I can also do it to his cock later.” Beth said.

Beth went back to sucking John’s cock.

“What did you think of our first threesome Kelly?” John asked.

Kelly smiled. Beth pulled her mouth off of John’s cock and coughed twice.

“Your first what?” Beth asked.

John smiled, reached down, and put his hand on the side of Beth’s face.

“This was our first threesome. All you and Kelly did was kiss each other, but that was not friendly kissing…that was the kiss of lovers and she and I were both kissing you at the same time, one on each set of lips.” John said.

Beth blushed bright red.

“Oh my god.” Beth said.

“It’s okay Beth. All we did is kiss. Now you’d better finish John off after he made you cum twice like that.” Kelly said.

Beth went back to sucking John’s cock. She used a combination of the techniques that she’d learned the previous night as well as the new things she’d learned to do with her tongue from kissing Kelly. Within a minute John was getting close.

“I’m gonna cum soon Beth. When I do, I want you to hold my cum in your mouth and then kiss either me or Kelly so we can share it with you…your choice.” John said.

Kelly was surprised by the way John was taking charge of things. John had said that he didn’t want to be in charge of what happened, but he had guided things most of the morning. She was also curious to see which one of them Beth was going to share John’s cum with.

Beth sucked and stroked John’s cock for another minute before he erupted in her mouth. Beth continued to stroke John’s cock to milk his gooey cum into her mouth. When she was sure she had every drop in her mouth, Beth stood up and looked at John and Kelly. John was completely naked, had made her cum twice in the past few minutes, and was the only man that she’d ever been with. Kelly was her best friend…a friend that was having her husband help Beth learn the pleasures of sex.

Beth made her choice and moved over to kiss Kelly. Kelly didn’t protest having John’s cum pushed into her mouth by Beth’s tongue. The two kissed for several minutes as they passed John’s cum back and forth until they’d swallowed all of it. They then kissed once more.

When their lips parted they both licked their own lips. Kelly smiled.

“That was great. Out of curiosity, what made you pick me?” Kelly asked.

Beth blushed.

“I don’t know…I kissed you a lot longer than I kissed John. I guess I was more comfortable kissing you.” Beth said.

Kelly smiled.

“Then we’ll have to have you spend more time kissing John in your next lesson so that if he does that again you’ll have more of a decision to make.” Kelly said.

“Speaking of future lessons, don’t forget to talk to her about that other thing we talked about.” John said.

John picked up his clothes and walked out of the room. Beth looked at Kelly.

“What was he talking about?” Beth asked.

Kelly smiled.

“I need you to start prepping your ass for John to fuck you in it.” Kelly said.

Beth’s eyes shot wide open.

“You want me to what?” Beth asked.

Kelly smiled.

“Don’t worry, we’ll give you time to work on that. You need to get started though because we don’t want to wait too long.” Kelly said.

“Um…how am I supposed to do it?” Beth asked.

The two women started talking about how Beth could prepare her ass to accept John’s cock.

When Kelly walked into the master bedroom after Beth had left she found John laying on the bed. Kelly crawled up onto the bed and cuddled up with John.

“Beth’s gonna start working on her ass. We need to give her time to get used to things.” Kelly said.

“So are we done with lessons for a couple weeks then?” John asked.

Kelly smiled.

“I think we can do a few between now and when she’s ready for you to take her ass.” Kelly said.

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A Change in Perspective

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Alan Yeager sat at the hotel bar nursing his beer as most of the men around him watched the ball game on the overhead television. The twenty-six-year-old really had no interest in the game, but had come to the bar with a few new friends in order to be sociable.

The dark-haired young man was a history teacher from East Bedford. Five nine with a slim, muscular build; this was his first time at the State Teacher’s Convention. It was an experience he had enjoyed immensely.

The funny thing was, it was only because of an unforeseeable series of events that he found himself here at all. Normally, only the most senior teacher at Dwight Eisenhower High got to attend the annual convention. Roger Parks, who was originally scheduled to go, had come down with appendicitis the day before he was to leave. Elizabeth Young, who was the runner up in seniority had already left with her family for a Disneyworld Vacation. After a frantic search by the school administration, there seemed to be very few people who hadn’t already made plans for the three-day holiday weekend. It finally came down to Alan and Diane Yee, both of whom had started on the same day. A toss of the coin decided the issue, with Alan racing home to quickly pack a bag to catch the eight o’clock shuttle flight.

The three-day event had been quite interesting Alan had to say. Every school seemed to have a different way of picking delegates to the conference. Some went by seniority like his own school. Others used it as a merit award. Some even just held a raffle. Overall, the different systems made for an interesting mix and a chance to meet fellow educators from across the state and sort of compare notes. There was also the prospect of some really fine dining and the nightly parties that made attendance so highly coveted. Tonight was the last night of the conclave with nearly a third of the participants having already left for home.

Alan glanced down at his watch and decided that five more minutes and he was out of here. He really hadn’t been that hungry when most of the delegates had gone to dinner, but he was starting to feel otherwise now. The hotel dinning room was still open for another hour so he should have no problem getting a table.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice said from behind Alan, “but by any chance would you happen to know the three major causes of the Civil War?”

The question took Alan by surprise. Even for a Teacher’s Convention, that was a strange thing for someone to ask. Not so strange, however, that he didn’t immediately know the answer. Back in high school, he had written his senior history paper on just that subject.

“That would’ve been…” he started to say as he turned around on the barstool. “Oh my God!” he suddenly said, cutting off his answer as he saw who had asked the question.

The owner of the question stood just a fraction of an inch shorter than Alan. She was wearing a modest blue dress that enhanced rather than concealed a still respectable figure.

“Hello Alan,” the middle-aged woman standing behind him smiled.

“Mrs. Clarke,” an excited Alan said, unsure if he should hug the woman, shake her hand or something else. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I am still a teacher,” the white-haired woman smiled, “at least until the end of the month.”

“You’re quitting?” he asked, the tone of his question making it one of disbelief.

“Retiring actually,” she smiled.

“No, you can’t be retiring,” Alan said, “you’re only…”

“Fifty-two years old last month,” Mrs. Clarke said, finishing his question for him.

“No,” Alan replied, unable to believe that she was that old.

“I was forty-four when I had you in my honors class in history,” she said. “And that was eight years ago.”

Alan took a hard look at his former teacher. In his mind, Mrs. Clarke didn’t look that much older than she did on his last day of class. There were a few more subtle lines in her face, but that seemed to be all. Even back then, except for her hair, she really hadn’t looked her age. Her hair had turned prematurely white in her mid-thirties. Rather than dye it back to its original shade, she had decided to keep it natural.

In fact, Alan remembered quite well a discussion he and a number and his friends had one night after they’d misappropriated two six packs of beer from Jimmy Smith’s garage cooler. The discussion had started off familiarly enough, a comparison of all the girls in school they knew. Who was the best looking; who had the best tits, which they most wanted to fuck, that sort of thing. Eventually, and Alan never really decided if it was the beer or they were all feeling a little bit daring, the discussion had grown to include teachers as well.

That aspect of their talk hadn’t gone as far, but it had been almost universally agreed that Mrs. Clarke was the third best-looking teacher in school. For an older woman, a few of his friends had quickly added. In Alan’s case, he hadn’t needed to add that condition to his opinion. bahis firmaları The number one and two choices were all new teachers in their early twenties.

“This wasn’t a pop quiz, Alan,” his former teacher laughed. “You’re not going to fail if you don’t remember the answer.”

Alan realized that his face had become flustered at the memory and was glad that she took it to be because he hadn’t remembered the answer.

“Mrs. Clarke, I’ve totally forgotten my manners,” Alan said, changing the subject and feeling like he was back in third period history. “Please have a seat.”

“First of all, I think you’re a little old to still be calling me Mrs. Clarke,” she said. “My name is Maureen as I’m sure you remember. We are, after all, colleagues now.”

It seemed strange to Alan to think of himself and Mrs. Clarke, no make that Maureen, as equals. Yet, that was exactly what they were. He might have moved away after college and was teaching in another town, but they were both doing the same thing.

“Can I get you a drink,” Alan asked, still thinking it strange to be asking her a question like that.

“It’s tempting,” she replied, “but I was actually on my way for a late dinner. I’d gotten involved in an interesting panel discussion and lost all track of time.”

“That’s funny but I was just about to go in to eat myself. I’d be honored if you joined me.”

“That would be nice,” Maureen smiled. “It’ll give us a chance to catch up.”

As they ate, Alan quickly covered the eight years since he’d sat in Maureen Clarke’s class. He’d gone, as she knew , to Fall River College on a full academic scholarship. It had been largely due to her recommendation to the scholarship board that he had managed to go to college at all. Alan was from a family that barely made ends meet and money for higher education was not to be found. It would be a terrible waste, she had written to the board, to let a mind so perfectly suited for teaching to lay fallow because of a lack of funds. The condition of the grant he had been awarded was that he spend at least ten years after getting his degree in the public school system somewhere in the state. It was a condition Alan had been more than happy to agree to.

Maureen Clarke had spent the last decade pretty much as she had the previous one, teaching honors history at Alexander Hamilton High School in Woodbridge. The only major change in her life had been the death of her husband, George, two years before. That was one of the reasons she had decided to take the early retirement that had been offered her. Her heart, she said, was no longer really in it.

“My mom had mentioned that the last time I was home for a visit,” Alan offered. “I’m really sorry. I only met him a few times but I remember Mr. Clarke being a really nice guy.”

“Thank you,” Maureen said, then changed the subject as not to dwell too much on her greatly missed husband. “But what about you? Is there a Mrs. Yeager, or someone in your life?”

“I’m afraid not,” Alan replied, “at least not right now. I did fall in love with someone in college. Her name was Yvonne and I really thought she was the one. But things didn’t work out and we wound up going our separate ways. I date occasionally but there’s no one really special. I guess I get so wrapped up in the kids sometimes that I forget to have much of a life.”

“I can understand that,” Maureen said, thinking of all the unimaginable hours she had devoted to her own kids.

“Sometimes, it is all worth it,” Maureen assured her younger counterpart. “Every once in a while, there’s one or two students who really capture your heart. It means so much to watch them strive to learn, and when they do, it gives your life a validation that few people get to have.”

She paused a moment then added, “That’s the feeling I got when I saw in the alumni notes that you had gotten your teaching certificate. I was so very proud when I read that.”

“I think your class was the reason I first thought about becoming a teacher,” Alan volunteered. “You made learning such an adventure. I’m not sure I should mention this or not, but I had such a crush on you as well.”

Maureen smiled. She knew that many of her students over the years had developed similar infatuations. It wasn’t something she would ever admit to anyone but her husband, but she sometimes got a secret thrill thinking that some of those good looking young men might be jerking off to a mental image of her.

“Well as I’m sure as you’ve learned by now, teachers aren’t supposed to even admit that they might have a crush on one of their students,” Maureen said. “But I’m sure you knew how special I thought you were.”

“I knew,” Alan simply said. Then, thinking about some of the quite improper thoughts he’d had about a few of his own female students, Alan wondered if Maureen had ever had such thoughts about the boys in her classes. It wasn’t exactly a question he could just come out and ask.

By the time they finished dinner and kaçak iddaa had a small dessert, Alan was very surprised at how easily the flow of conversation had become. It no longer felt awkward talking to Maureen about anything. For the first time since they’d run into each other in the bar, he actually felt that they really were equals. It came as a surprise to the younger teacher that he and Maureen had rooms on the same floor. A surprise because it made it seem even funnier that they hadn’t run into each other before tonight.

“Alan, would you like to stop by my room for a nightcap?” Maureen asked as they stepped off the elevator.

“Don’t you have a roommate?” Alan asked, knowing that most of the delegates, himself included, shared a room.

“She went home this afternoon,” Maureen replied. “She came up by car and didn’t want to get caught up in all the post holiday traffic.”

“A nightcap sounds fine then,” Alan finally answered.

Over drinks, they talked for what seemed like the longest time. It seemed to the former student that it was the first time in a long time that his old teacher had opened up to anyone. Finally, Alan took note of the late hour and suggested that perhaps he should call it a night and let Maureen get some sleep.

He had just started to get up when Maureen motioned for him to wait. Uncertain, Alan sat there in silence for a few moments.

“Alan,” the fifty-two year old said, a hesitation in her voice, “I was wondering if … I mean to say this isn’t something I normally do. But I was wondering if you wanted to spend the night here … with me?”

Alan was too stunned to say a word. A silence Maureen quickly took to be a cold disapproval of what she had suggested. “Alan, I’m sorry,” she quickly said. “I shouldn’t have even thought of such a thing. I hope you won’t let a moment’s weakness change the way you remember me.”

Alan looked into the face of the woman sitting across from him. He didn’t see a woman twice his age, or even his former teacher. All he saw was a friend who once cared enough about him to take the time and effort to change his life. A friend who also a woman, a woman he still found desirable.

“There is nothing, that you could ever say or do, that would change the way I feel about you,” Alan said as he took her hand in his own. “If you want me to stay, then of course I’ll stay. If you just want me to hold you, then that’s fine. If you want more than that, well that would be fine too.”

This time, Alan had no hesitation about what he should do. Putting his arms around her, he embraced his friend with all of the love he carried for her in his heart.

Neither was really sure who made the first move after that. All they knew was that they were soon kissing each other. Their lips met with a fiery passion, their tongues darting in and out of the other’s mouth. Even through layers of clothing, Alan could feel the crush of Maureen’s breasts against his chest. He reached up and cupped one of her mounds, producing a soft cry of pleasure from Maureen as his fingers softly squeezed her flesh.

Maureen in turn reached down and pressed her own hand between Alan’s legs. She smiled as her fingers found him already hard. Alan’s reaction was no less than hers had been.

“Help me with my dress,” Maureen said as she stood up and turned around so that Alan could reach her zipper. Alan pulled the zipper all the way down and started to slide her dress off. Maureen placed a hand on his and stopped him. She stepped a few feet away and turned around. It became obvious to Alan that she wanted to strip for him.

Completing what the younger man had started, the white haired woman slid her dress to the floor, leaving her clad in bra, panties and stockings. It was a source of pride to her that despite a small weight gain in her later years, she still never wore a girdle. No one was ever going to ask her to pose for a magazine, but she was in much better shape than most of her friends.

“Tell me the truth, Alan,” she said as reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra. “When you were in my class, did you ever think about something like this, I mean seeing me without my clothes.”

Knowing that it was exactly what she wanted to hear right now, Alan told her of the informal poll he and his friends once took. He could tell she was impressed on where she had ranked on the survey.

“If I had taken my own survey,” she said as her bra came off, “you would’ve been on the top. I guess it can’t hurt for me to say it now, but more than a few times I thought of you when I was in bed with my husband. Imagining that it was you inside of me instead of him.”

That answered Alan’s earlier curiosity. He wondered what was more frequent that year he’d been in her class. The times she imagined her husband was him, or the times he’d jerked off imagining it was her mouth wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers.

Alan watched fascinated as Maureen rubbed her breasts, her fingers pressing against kaçak bahis the hard nipples that just a glimpse of through her blouse was enough to give teenage boys an erection. A lifetime of trying to stay in reasonable shape had left the fifty-two year old with a bust only slightly affected by time and gravity.

Maureen’s hands continued downward and she lifted her leg onto the seat of the nearby desk chair. Undoing the clasps of her garter belt, she slowly slipped her stocking down the length of her leg. An action she then repeated on her other leg. Her husband had always preferred stockings to pantyhose and she never saw any reason to change after he was gone. From the way Alan’s eyes were following her every motion, it was obvious to her that he was glad she hadn’t.

Finally it was her panties turn and once they were gone, Alan could see that the hair between Maureen’s legs was a mixture of the original brown, white and gray. What there was of it had been carefully trimmed into a small, soft mound.

“I hope that wasn’t too disappointing,” Maureen said as she stuck a pose to finish her erotic ballet.

“Hardly,” Alan replied, thinking that he’d found Maureen’s little performance more enticing than any his last girlfriend had done. If Maureen had any doubt as to the sincerity of his answer, the straining bulge in his pants added to its validity.

The tent pole between his legs hadn’t gone unnoticed. Now totally nude, Maureen quickly crossed the room and knelt down in front of a still sitting Alan. With a frantic eagerness, she worked the belt of his pants, then its clasp and zipper.

In less time that it took for Alan to think about it, Maureen had his bare cock cradled in her hands. In her life, Maureen Clarke had held just five other cocks as she now held Alan’s. One had been her husband’s of course. Before him there had been three others with who she’d been that intimate, one had been in high school and one in college. The third had been the man she was dating when she met her husband to be.

The last had belonged to a man she had met in a local bar when she was forty-five. It had been her first, and previous to this, only sexual adventure. She and George had been having problems with their marriage during that time, the result of an indiscretion on his part during an office Christmas party. In her anger, she had felt that evening the score would make her feel better. It had hardly done that, leaving her with an empty and guilty feeling. Thankfully, they later worked things out, sharing happier days until the end.

No sense of guilt filled her now as she ran her fingers up and down Alan’s shaft. It was an average cock as cocks go, she thought, about six inches and just thick enough for her to close her fingers around it. Not that Maureen took a great deal of time to ponder how it looked before she tilted her head forward and slipped it between her lips.

The mere thought that the stuff of teenage masturbation fantasies had just become hard reality was almost enough to cause Alan to shoot his load the moment he felt Maureen’s mouth around his cock. It took all of his self-control not to let that happen, but within half a minute he knew it was a losing battle. Maureen could’ve been the worst cocksucker in the world, which she certainly wasn’t, and still bring the younger man to the brink within minutes.

With both her hands wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, Maureen’s head bobbed up and down with lust driven intensity. Alan was sure that each downward thrust was going to cause him to explode. Finally he did just that, sending a week’s worth of come into his old teacher’s mouth.

“Oh shit!” Alan gasped as he felt himself draining. He wasn’t sure what was more exciting. The feeling of release spreading through his body or the image of Maureen Clarke still sliding his pulsating cock in and out of her mouth, sucking down his whiteness as fast as it shot into her.

Finally he had no more to give and Maureen released her lockjaw hold on his manhood, letting it slip from her mouth. She rose and sat on the bed next to Alan, a broad grin filling her face.

“You have a little … er smudge on the corner of your mouth,” Alan said as he illustrated on his own face where a spot of white still remained on hers.

Maureen wiped it clean with a sweep of her index finger. She looked at the shiny residue for a brief second, then stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking it clean as well.

“It’s been a while since I’ve done that,” Maureen said. “I hope it was good enough.”

“You won’t get any complaint from me,” Alan grinned, still basking in the euphoria of a fantasy come true.

“When I was married, I was never really sure if I did that well, or if my husband was too much of a gentlemen to tell me I sucked,” she said. “No pun intended there,” she added with a laugh.

“Well I don’t know how much of a gentlemen I consider myself,” Alan answered, “but you definitely don’t suck. Unless it’s to say that you suck great!”

“I do seem to have killed it, haven’t I?” Maureen said as she looked down on his now totally deflated manhood.

“Don’t worry, it usually doesn’t stay dead for long,” Alan said reassuringly.

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Early Morning Sunshine

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I open my eyes to realise I am in a sunlit room on a white bed, the sheets crumpled up in one corner barely covering my naked form. I can feel the sun warming my skin. The door creaks open and I see him walk in. I don’t know who he is but I do notice his chest. Bare and catching the sunlight. He walks towards me as I take in more of his naked body, my eyes linger over his thighs, sleek and powerful as they bring him towards me.

He crawls onto the bed over me, bringing his face close to mine. A soft kiss and then he cuddles into me, his head on my chest as he lowers his body onto mine. The weight of him is oddly comforting. I can feel his manhood resting on my leg. I run my hand down his strong back arousing a small moan. I continue my single handed massage as I feel him starting to harden. Thinking about what is to come is causing a stir in my own loins. I caress his face and pull him towards me. I lean in for another kiss; his lips on mine feel so natural. I could really get used to kissing this fine specimen of a man.

I gasp as he places his hand on my leg. He slowly runs it up my flesh; I shiver with desire knowing where his manly hand is going. Higher and higher his hand is moving while his tongue explores my mouth. Never before have I been kissed by bahis firmaları a man, never has a man explored my body as he is now.

I realise I am hard with anticipation, I want his hand on my cock, I want to experience this forbidden pleasure. He pauses on the tops of my thighs; I can sense his hand near my manhood mere seconds before I feel the firm grip encircling me. His first tentative strokes bring forth a groan of deep longing from me.

We break our kiss as I inhale deeply, feeling him squeezing me. He kisses my face and trails down my neck. I know where he is headed and I know I want this more than anything else.

But he has different plans. He knows I am completely at his mercy. He circles my nipples with his mouth, alternating between them. As he centres on each nipple he quickly strokes my cock and then backs off again, just holding me, teasing me. He keeps heading south; his kisses are more passionate, lingering upon my torso. He has reached his goal.

I beg him, “Please, please take me in your mouth, I need you to suck it.” He hovers above me, his tongue tantalisingly close to my sex. I run a hand through his hair, I try to guide him onto my cock but he’ll have none of that. He grips my cock in one hand as he licks from my balls to the kaçak iddaa head of my swollen cock. I groan in ecstasy, I am putty in his hands. He repeats the manoeuvre over and over. I writhe on the bed.

Finally he takes me into his mouth. I feel his lips around me, warm and wet against the throbbing, burning hot flesh of my sex. I feel absolute pleasure as he takes more and more of me into his mouth. I look into his eyes and he stares into mine. I can see the pleasure he is getting from pleasing me. He isn’t doing this because I want him to; he is making love to me because it gives him joy.

I know I won’t last long under his ministrations. He kicks it up a notch, I feel him run a hand up my thighs towards my most sacred of spots. He lubes up a finger and I feel him gently pressing against my ass. Bobbing on my dick, he presses in as he swallows my cock, my ass parting as he probes me gingerly. His knuckle pushes past my tight ring; he is deep inside me as my cock is deep inside his mouth. He finds my prostate, and with a gentle rub he calls forth a gush of precum.

He pulls off my cock long enough to smile at me, the look in his eyes shows a burning urge for my cum. I know I am close already, the combination of his finger in my ass and his mouth on my kaçak bahis cock are doing extraordinary things to me.

Working in tandem, his mouth and finger work a treat on my pleasure centres. My ass clenches trying to keep his probing finger inside my wanting hole as he pulls out. His mouth has made my cock slick with his saliva. I feel it running down my shaft and over my balls, lubricating his finger further.

He penetrates me deeply, faster and faster. My cock is practically a hose of precum, filling his mouth. I can feel my orgasm building, he knows exactly where and how to touch me.

I run my hands through his hair as my cock begins to pulse. He opens his mouth further, my cock in his throat as his tongue massages my throbbing shaft. I arch my back. A moment of silence falls upon us as I feel the cum boiling from my tight balls and my cock starts pumping. I explode in his mouth.

It feels like I am emptying everything from my balls into his mouth. He just keeps sucking and working his finger inside me as my orgasm overwhelms me.

After what feels like ages I stop twitching from the pleasure and look down. My cock is still in his mouth and I can see my cum dribbling from his lips. Finally releasing my cock he crawls up next to me again and leans in for a kiss. I can smell myself on him. And I taste my salty cum upon his lips and his tongue as we embrace. The sun is still streaming in the window as we collapse together, cuddling and kissing as lovers do.

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Hot Bitch Ch. 03

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“Jose.”

I just looked at her over the rim of my glass, taking sip after sip until I finally set it down. “Like there’s two Joes, and … that’s your name?”

She pursed her lips at my smile, eventually giving in to the grin that threatened to take over her expression. “No. Like … Jose. Short for Joseph.”

I chuckled into my drink, finally setting it down on the bar to make a face at her. “More like Josephine.”

I would have thought she’d be bothered by my taunting, but instead she sat back and scanned her eyes over my body, picking up her own drink and shooting half of it down. “… Whatever. So. What’s your name, Princess?”

I laughed again and finished off my drink. “Princess …? Where did that come from?”

“I think it’s only fair,” she smiled. She was so confident, and strong and cocky. I had always hated cocky, and I hated that I liked it on her. How dare she allure me like she did.

“I’m not ever telling you my name,” I laughed, sneaking her drink to chase it down with mine. It was so much fun stealing it from her, because I knew she would let me. It was so playful there between us, and the fun was infectious through all parts of my body. “… Why don’t you guess?”

“Oh no,” she moaned, locking eyes with me. “I will not be some fucking cliché. You’ll tell me that name of yours, one way or another.”

I just stared at her, sitting up tall in my chair and giving her a look that said I could be more stubborn than anyone she’d ever known. I think it excited her to see me stand my ground – had other women never done that around her? I started to wonder. I mean, she did make me weak in the knees, but I needed to restrain myself at least a little. After all, the chase is fun.

“Alright,” she nodded at last, leaning in. “Pussy Bitch it is.” She was laughing, but my jaw dropped open, turning around to make sure that no one else had heard.

“Are you crazy?!” I whispered, grabbing her knee as I nearly tumbled onto her. Our faces were so close it seemed our lips would inevitably touch, but we were just suspended there in wait. For what, I don’t know.

As is seemingly required in certain electric moments, we were interrupted. The bartender was coming back to our end of the bar. “Anything else for you ladies?”

She broke from her stare, and smiled at him. “Nothing for me. Are you heading out too, Mrs … Bitch, right? Hell of a last name!”

I felt so humiliated, but I could only try to bite my tongue, to keep from laughing.

The bartender lifted a brow as I covered my face, and Jose slammed her hand down on the counter. “Goodnight, Russ.”

He laughed and walked off as I whacked Jose in the arm. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“You know … you’re not as drunk as I thought you’d be.”

“YOU just thought you could drink me under the table,” I teased, slipping off my stool with a little imbalance. She tried to catch my hand, but I quickly crossed my arms and shot her a look.

She was up off her chair and whispering into my ear before I knew it: “I bet that pussy of yours tastes sweet …”

A warm tingle surged through me as I stepped up close to her. “You’ll never know … what she tastes like,” I smirked, tucking my clutch under my arm. “Never ever … ever … ever …”

“Just rubbing it in,” she mumbled, following close behind me as I strutted out of the place.

When we were outside, she lit a cigarette, and leaned back against the building. Boy was she ever a sight for sore eyes. Still, I did my best to ignore her, standing at the curb. I had a new, more confident way about myself around women ever since I’d understood my own interest. I knew she could feel that, and that made me feel even better. Waving my hand up as a cab drove past, I tried to flag it down, but it was already occupied.

“Nice going, Pussy.”

I wanted to tell her shut it, but I had a grin that I simply couldn’t shake as I looked back to her. I wanted to tear my eyes away, but there she was looking fine and acting like she owned the place. It worked for her. She had an animalistic lust that drew me in.

“You know … you do look different.”

I flipped my long blond hair over my shoulder, and fished for the lip gloss in my clutch. “Fucking right I do.”

“And a potty mouth … We’ll have to fix that.”

“We’ll have to fix that?!” I laughed. “Who is WE?”

“Me and my hands …” she grinned, exhaling smoke into the dark night air. “We can be very persuasive …”

I tried not to think about her hands on me, or what she wanted to do to me. I had to wonder what she did want to do. And when enough silence had passed, I asked her. She’d just finished her cigarette, and threw it to the ground to smother it with the sole of her shoe.

“Not sure we should discuss that here …” she smiled, approaching.

I watched her very carefully as she sauntered over to me and slipped her right hand up the side of my leg … up, up, until her hand was on my hip. We were standing bahis firmaları by the curb, and I did nothing to stop her as her hand drifted onto my hip, under my dress.

“Feels lacy,” she whispered, feeling the fabric waist of my panties. “I’ve been wanting to ask you what was under here. You have anything else on under that dress?”

My breathing was a little erratic, but I managed to cling to some strength. What was happening to me, I wondered. And how was she doing this so easily? Why wasn’t I moving or swatting her hand away? Instead, I actually answered her. “… A … a bra.” But then I realized that this dress had been too tight for a bra, and I panicked. “I mean! … I mean … shit.”

“You know why I sent you off the last time around, don’t you?” she grinned, getting so close to me and pulling me in. Our eyes locked and I stared at her. “You weren’t … well, you thought you were teasing ME … when really it was me teasing YOU … you see?”

I hated the smell of cigarettes, but I didn’t even notice it as her agile fingers traced back down my thigh. I just kept staring at her when she flagged a cab down with her other hand, and lured me into it. I didn’t know how to categorize her hold on me.

“Where … where’re we going?” I mumbled, sitting back against the seat just to have her slip her hand between my legs as though it were a casual act.

I didn’t want to say anything so the cab driver wouldn’t be aware, but I thought of slapping her hand away. Still, when her fingers massaged into my panties, all I could do was moan. I was so weak for her touch. She could touch me in a way that no one else ever had.

As she offered her address to the man, he kept to himself with his eyes on the road, but a part of me was hoping he’d see. The blush struck into my cheeks as she looked down at me again, and her grin took up the space around us.

“As I was saying … things are a little different this time around.”

I tried to act as though my self control wasn’t hopelessly shattered with the gentle pet of her fingers, but she knew it was. I smiled because I couldn’t keep up my act any longer, and she knew I would do anything she wanted. She could feel that I would have let her fuck me right there, in the cab.

I was embarrassed all over again as I tried pinning my knees together – physically reacting to all of her teasing. I was blushing red as my desire pooled generously from inside of me. I held my breath, hoping that would keep my panties dry by some miracle, but I had no such luck. Not only were they wetted, but as I shifted, I looked incredibly awkward. Jose chuckled at my mannerisms, and sat back with me to slip her hand down between my legs.

She scoffed with the cheekiest smirk as she felt my reaction. Staring at me.

“Are … we almost there?” I asked, giving away my desperation for her to push her way inside of me. I was more than ready. I was shamelessly ready.

“Five more minutes,” she whispered, turning to breathe into my ear.

My eyes rolled back as I sat properly in the seat, feeling her touch me through my wet panties. Her fingers fumbled clumsily at the fabric, knowing exactly how it affected me. She knew very well what she was doing. She was teasing me by pretending she had no idea.

She continued teasing me until the cab driver slowed to a stop, and Jose handed him cash with her free hand, finally pulling the other from between my legs. She left him a small tip, and smiled over to me: “How much is it gonna cost me?”

I should have been insulted, I’m sure, to have it insinuated that I was a sex worker, but I was too far gone to find offence in her teasing. I simply shuffled out the same cab door, taking her hand as it was offered to me. The number came out spontaneously, as a sort of tease in return.

“Five thousand dollars.”

She laughed and shut the door behind me, looking me over again even as she was pretending at disinterest. Like she didn’t need to have me just as badly as I needed her to have me.

“Pretty steep,” she snickered, running her hand down from its charming place on my lower back to a more place on my rear. “I expect an awful lot for five thousand dollars …”

Usually, that would have caused me some sort of insecurity or self conscious trouble, but I was too worked up to feel anything but confident. I knew what I wanted, and I made my quick way to the entrance of her apartment.

“Remember where it is, I see,” she teased, jogging up the steps behind me, and ushering me inside.

I think she was surprised at my impatience and excitement to simply begin. Even as we entered her apartment suite, she seemed happily flustered with my wanton, breathy commands: “Kiss me … kiss me right here.”

I had my back to the door, and she leaned in to lick her tongue from the base of my neck to just behind my ear.

“Yes …”

“Oh, if you think you’re calling the shots tonight …” she moaned, impatient herself. “You … are sorely … mistaken.”

“Sore,” kaçak iddaa I repeated, grabbing at the collar of her shirt with both hands. It was a gesture that had her laughing into my ear. Biting it.

“I wouldn’t be begging for sore if I were you.” But it sounded like a question: are you game for ‘sore’?

“Just don’t stop,” I instructed, just as quietly as I was certain.

“I bet you wanna make love,” she breathed, again into my ear. “I bet you want it nice and slow …”

She was leading me backward towards something, but I didn’t care what it was. I wrapped my hand around her wrist, and guided it down, between my thighs, even as we moved.

“Nice and tender,” she smiled, leading me to her bedroom with great ease. She had a subtle strength about her that gave her the capacity to guide me, even as lost with desire as I was. A part of me wondered how many women she seduced just as easily, but a larger part of me ignored the question altogether. I just needed her then, regardless of its implications. I was senseless and illogical. I was in heat.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded breathlessly, sitting back on the bed, and lying on my back as she followed me onto her comforter.

“Nice and slow,” she whispered, trying to keep her tone as teasing as possible while her control was slipping just as mine had so long ago. “I hear you …”

“No, fuck me,” I squirmed, whimpering when she pinned my wrists there. I think my trembling plea was what really set her off, because as soon as I’d done it, her teasing had been silenced. In place of my constant humiliation was a real need as she roughly pulled my panties down my legs, and tossed them behind her, to the floor. She rushed my dress up my thighs, and greedily buried her face between my thighs. I hadn’t counted on such quick pleasure, but I arched and clawed at her sheets as she spread me open to taste what she wanted. I don’t think she planned on allowing me so much pleasure so quickly either, but I also think she couldn’t help herself. She, too, was crumbling.

I was wetting a spot on her bed by the time she could steel herself to pull away from me, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand to look down at me.

“… Not gonna please you so fast,” she panted at last, obviously shaken with her own true need to have me. She breathed evenly for a moment as my eyes opened and closed of their own accord. My entire body was trembling. I thought I was shivering from the cold after such exaggerated tingles shook through me, but as she teased my opening with the tip of her finger, I knew it was her touch. Again, I was a quivering mess.

“Not … I’m not doing this … on purpose,” I stuttered with humiliation, wet and panting with no control whatsoever, and no end in sight. “I … I really-“

Her left hand quickly covered my mouth as she leaned over me so closely that her chest pressed to mine. “I know … don’t you think I know a horny little bitch when I see one?”

I moaned despite my greater efforts, and she smiled. I thought she would laugh, but when I opened my eyes again, it was an affectionate expression. That surprised me most of all, but she straightened it as quickly as she could manage.

She was regaining a sense of her more dominant persona, but I was still a squirming, pleading, lustful slave to whatever she wanted from me. It made me feel weak, and yet entirely free. I would do what she wanted. She would please me how I needed it. I would be good, and she would be bad. I could feel it in the way she toyed with me and harassed me, even for doing exactly as she said.

“Open …” It was a common order she whispered to me. Open my eyes, open my mouth, open my legs. She was simply toying with me, but even as I obeyed every command, she would smile or laugh at my willingness. At how wet I had become. At how I enjoyed her teasing, too.

“Three strokes and you’re done,” she chuckled at last, settling her body over mine again. Satisfied that although she had kept from properly touching me, she’d been teasing me for the better part of an hour. “I’d say about three strokes should do it.”

“Two,” I smiled in return, wanting to cry at the build-up inside of me. I was ready to burst on command, it seemed. Anything she would have done could have set me off. I remember wishing she would lean a little closer so her shirt could create some small amount of friction over my clit. I had never been so desperate for touch in my entire life.

“Ooh, is that so?” she moaned, finding pleasure in my suffering, I knew. She wanted to torment me, and she had effectively done just that. I could tell she wasn’t far from orgasm herself, writhing on top of me in that slow and knowing way. “And I’d say you couldn’t spread your legs any further if you tried …”

My usual instinctive response to such a taunting comment would have been to close my legs, but I was so lost with desire that I pulled my knees up to try and further open myself to her.

She bit her bottom lip in return, kaçak bahis pinning my wrists again. Breathing onto my lips.

“Tell me you’re my bitch,” she exhaled raggedly, repositioning my hands above my head so she could hold them with only one of hers.

“I’m … yes … I’m your b-bitch …” I answered, my breath catching in the back of my throat.

“Mmm … b-bitch?” she mocked enticingly, grinding herself down onto me as I growled with satisfaction.”One hot bitch I have here … don’t I?”

All I could do was moan again as she moved on top of me. The seam of her jeans offering friction and an astute reminder of the fact that this woman – as a stranger – could work me up so easily.

“And how many fingers does this pussy want?” she whispered down into my ear, sending me into a dreamy fog of need all over again.

“Please please …” I begged as she licked and sucked at my neck, rendering me useless by way of conversation. “I … I want two …” I somehow managed, tilting my face so as to allow more room for her roaming tongue which found its intrusive way into my ear. Warm and wet and seeking out a surprising erogenous zone. I growled with excitement, and finally, she pulled back.

“Three fingers you said? Or four?”

I had to laugh then, for all the teasing and toying she was giving me. I was so ridiculously aroused it was all I could do not to reach complete insanity.

She enjoyed the nature of my laugh. When I looked up at her again, I could see that, but I didn’t dare mention it. I simply corrected her fervent teasing. “I … I said two.” I knew that telling her I was tight would only subject me to more torment, and I needed release, so I left it at that.

“We’ll just see how much this pussy can take,” she murmured, releasing her tongue onto my stomach as if she were eating me out, and it tickled. As I laughed instinctively, she pushed two fingers inside of me and held them there while I gasped with surprise. The fullness I felt then was coupled just as quickly with her thumb mercilessly rubbing over my clit until I growled my way to a powerful climax. All in the span of one large gasp, she had taken me, held me in a feeling of gratification, and released me all at once. I was shocked and suddenly embarrassed with a shy smile to realize what I had allowed her to do and say to me just moments ago.

As her fingers left me, I did all I could to squander the laughter willing to escape. Before I could speak or attempt to explain my need, she pulled me onto my stomach, and straddled my knees.

She pulled my hair from my neck, and leaned over me that way – making me feel the exposure she certainly pursued.

“Just don’t show me that ass of yours …” she threatened with that smile to her voice. “Or I’ll wanna take it.”

With that, she pulled up my hips so that my face and chest were pressed to the mattress with my hips and backside jutting out toward her. And with her previous statement, I tried to keep myself tense so as not to open myself up to her. I was amazed at the reaction it was giving me. Did I want her to take me that way? I was certain she could tell by my reaction that I’d never been touched that way before. But I was interested.

She got up onto her knees, still keeping me pinned in place as her wetted fingers started teasing my pussy again, and I mumbled nonsense with the feeling. I wanted her to push inside of me over and over until I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted so much.

“Ooh, are you ready?” she teased, obviously watching my body relax to her touch. And damn her, I wanted it all, but all I could was laugh.

“No,” I insisted, catching her eye and seeing that she didn’t really mean to touch me like that. Not so soon. I could see that she would make me work for something that piqued my curiosity.

“Keep nice and tense then,” she moaned instructively, keeping one hand on my lower back while the other continued teasing my wet, swollen pussy. “Wouldn’t want me to get any ideas …”

“Then t … t-turn me around,” I panted humorously, squirming even as I knew she was enjoying the tease just as much as the view. Her stare was satiating me. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer if she just added a little friction.

“And where would be the fun in that?” she hissed, getting off on the sight I made there, I’m sure. My virgin ass was staring back at her, tempting her. My pussy was dripping onto her fingers, waiting to be fed. “Nice, tight pussy … we’re gonna give ‘er three …”

I gasped at first, writhing and twisting to accommodate the three fingers she so deliciously wetted with my excitement. It felt so thick to have her take me that way, with my legs pinned closed, but it was so incredible that all I could do was take them. I didn’t even want to play at denying the feeling – it was too wonderful.

“Keep that ass nice and tight or I’m gonna play with it,” she taunted again, and her words pounded away at my control. God help me, all I could think about were those three fingers forcing their way into my ass, and I thought I would come at the thought. With her other hand, she reached around my hip to toy with my clit, all three of her fingers inside of me already, up to the second knuckle.

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My cock remained hard for a while. I distracted myself watching TV and at some point the blood in my cock had drained. I showered (while taking a shower I started remember Aunt Penny and got a boner again) then left home to see some friends.

The rest of the day was resting time. When I came home Aunt Penny and Mom were sitting in the kitchen.

“Hey girls.”

“Hey honey. I’m making dinner it’ll be ready soon.”

“Hey nephew.”

While Mom cooked, Aunt Penny moved from the table she was sitting to stand next to the counter talking to Mom. I had left to change clothes and when I came back I found her there. Her upper body leaning over the counter, arms crossed, having a conversation. Her lower body however was out of sight for Mom and in place for my perverted desires.

I knelt while still out of sight and crawled over to hug some ass cheeks. Aunt Penny was wearing very tight jeans. I first pressed my face against it. I took in the smell of her perfume and the firmness of her ass cheeks. Then I moved my face out and admired it. I put my hands on each butt cheek and spread them. Obviously there wasn’t much spreading because of her jeans but I enjoyed the feel of it. I enjoyed pinching her butt. Her workouts were working out so well. She had a big butt to begin with but she had transformed the fat into firm muscle. Well to be honest there was still some fat I could feel which made it even better.

I then placed my hand between her legs and started massaging her private area. Her body shivered at first then she regained her posture but I could hear her struggle with conversation. Then I felt a hand over the back of my head which pushed me into the middle of her butt again.

“Can you call John? Dinner’s ready.” Mom asked Aunt Penny.

So my head was let go and I crawled backwards out of the kitchen and living room area and into the hall followed by my aunt.

I stood up and Aunt Penny out of nowhere kissed my mouth. She was a bit aggressive and caught me off guard. She didn’t stop despite my surprised reaction and I felt her tongue work its way into my mouth and her hand guiding my hands onto her butt.

I grabbed what I could from her ass as I unintentionally stepped backwards. Then Aunt Penny whispered in an instant where our mouths separated.

“Hold me.” And she jumped on me. I barely stood my ground initially. She wrapped her legs around my torso. Thankfully I had changed into my usual kind of shorts so that my cock was freely raised. It stood between my belly on one side and her crotch over the other. She was quite turned on.

She started moving up and down giving my cock some good friction despite our clothes.

“We better stop.” She said as she kept kissing me. I’m not sure how long it took but we stopped. We fixed ourselves and tried to breathe normally. My shorts showed a nice tent which Aunt Penny slapped from under and laughed. Then she turned around to which I responded with slapping her ass hard.

We walked to the kitchen and I quickly found my seat so Mom wouldn’t notice my pole.

While my erection relaxed it wasn’t going away. Aunt Penny kept making sexual insinuations every chance she got. Like grabbing a banana after dinner and putting some of it into her mouth without biting. My aunt is such a slut.

“Penny what are you doing?” casino şirketleri The words took Aunt Penny by surprise.

“Ah nothing. What do you mean?” My aunt acted as if she was offended and ate the banana. Mom then looked over to my side of the table and I averted my eyes.

“Are you two in on something?”

“I can’t believe you. You promised you wouldn’t bring it up.” Aunt Penny responded angrily but at a low volume.

Mom took a deep breath. “I’m sorry.” She paused. “I won’t say another word.” I didn’t understand what they were referring to and it surprised me that Aunt Penny stood up and left.

Mom tried apologizing again.

“It’s alright I’m just going to bed now. Don’t worry about it kid.” Aunt Penny said as she left.

“What was that about?” I whispered.

Mom responded with a defeated. “Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.” Mom acted weird the rest of the night, like she was worried about something.

All I got that night was a text from Aunt Penny, ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, we gotta be more careful’.

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Or so I thought.

The only bad side effect in Aunt Penny’s plan I experienced had to do with my sleep. Every night it was difficult. Images flowed through my head and my body responded. The thought that Aunt Penny was sleeping so close by didn’t help. It was a herculean effort and accomplishment that I hadn’t masturbated since this all had started.

Of course on the other hand I was reaping the benefits. My sex drive was at an all-time high. Which would mean nothing if it wasn’t because Aunt Penny’s training had transformed my cock. I had so much energy and I was sure I could last longer than when this all had started just a couple days before.

It was past eleven when Aunt Penny took pity on me. In the dark she came into my room.

“Are you awake?”

“Yea. Is it Friday?” I whispered back. I was so lost on my mind and rolling around my bed that I thought it was already morning.

“Not silly. I came to give you some Friday though.” She walked onto my bed, crawled on top of me and sat right on my crotch.

“Feel me.” She said.

I started with her naked legs. I loved the smoothness of her thighs. Working my way up and I felt her panties, then her stomach, then her bare breasts. My cock was already semi-hard but it sprung up quickly and pushed against my briefs and her panties.

She then grabbed my right hand and slowly guided it over her stomach and down inside her underwear. I felt her few pubic hair and then her wetness. I lifted myself off my back so I could use my hand better.

“Use two of your fingers John. Okay go in and out slowly.” I didn’t know where my other hand was but my right one was enjoying this.

“There’s so much to teach you.” She smiled. “Push me on my back and keep your hand in there.” I did. “Go harder.” I obeyed.

She was breathing harder but I knew we had to remain quite. She pulled my hand off and raised her legs. I helped her panties off.

“Lick it well Johnny.” I jumped between her legs. I lick as hard as I could and her body responded.

“You must be hurting by now.” Aunt Penny lifted my head till I was in a praying position. Then she pushed me hard and I fell casino firmaları on my back. Quickly she was at my briefs pulling them off and without warm up I was getting a blowjob.

It was incredible but it didn’t last long enough for me to take it in. She moved her knees up to my sides. I couldn’t see much but I could feel everything.

“Don’t make noise. This is your first time officially getting pussy.” One of her hands then guided me into her. It was warm and wet and unlike anything my cock had ever been touched by, she was moving fast.

“Yeah, you have such a big cock Johnny.” She encouraged me. Yet it wasn’t long for her vagina to devour most of it. Her hand pressed my chest, and off she went riding.

She rode me mercilessly. I grabbed on to anything I could. My cock had been through a lot but this was special.

“Oh Aunt Penny this feels too good.” I blurted out.

She stopped and then she slapped me, not too harshly, but enough to pull me out of the trance. “Concentrate. If you cum too early you’ll have to eat me out for a long time as punishment.”

This did not sound like punishment to me. Nevertheless I controlled myself, I regained focus. She began fucking me again.

Every so often she’d lean towards one side which I found I really liked. I had to stop her more often than I would have liked but she was driving me to the edge quickly.

“Can we change positions?” I asked.

“Yea, whatever you like.” She stopped with me inside her. “The lesson of the night, you must learn to simply guide me.” She spoke so easily, even though my breathing didn’t slow since I was very away of my cock’s position. “Don’t tell me or ask me, just move and I’ll follow and if I resist then try something different.”

I couldn’t think of anything so I awkwardly moved her to the only position that I could think of. I turned her clumsily around with her face away from me. I pressed her head downward toward the bed. Doggy style was all I could think of.

Once she understood she did what a slut like her does. She whispered a soft ‘Oooh’ and then without my help set into the same position but with an air of comfort, her ass lifted high. I couldn’t see much in that light but I could feel her ass.

“I think you’ll like this even more if you turn on that lamp by your bed.” She whispered with the sexiest voice I had ever heard.

I jumped at the opportunity. I got off the bed and went to turn on the lamp. The light didn’t have the reach to illuminate the room completely but this almost made it better. I saw my erect cock, an erection to be proud of. My cock was veiny solid wood. Firmly standing. Then I turned to look at what I couldn’t believe wasn’t a dream. Aunt Penny was in doggy style position, moving her butt from left to right. The light was dim which created an atmosphere that matched my pure lust.

“Do you like what you see?”

“I love what I see.” I responded.

“Then stop standing there and fuck it.”

I jumped back in bed and inserted my dick. Oh my god, this was even better. My cock inside her plentiful vagina while I couldn’t get enough of her ass with my hands.

I fucked her hard. I didn’t go too fast but fast enough to control myself and keep a steady pace. She loved it so much she began to moan. She shouldn’t be but I was the last person güvenilir casino that would stop her.

Soon I found that where those moans came from. There was a reason why she had leaned towards the sides when on top of me. She liked when my cock touched those side walls.

“Aunt Penny, I think you like it better when I do this.” I turned my cock towards one side and speeded up for a few seconds.

“Aahh!” She moaned. A bit louder than before so I stopped. We didn’t move for what seemed like a minute, we just listened. We didn’t wake up Mom it seemed.

She broke the silence. “Sorry, that caught me by surprise.”

“I love hearing you moan Auntie.”

She laughed. “We must be careful though. I do like that. I actually never had someone reach me that far like that. Do it again.”

From the back all I saw was her head resting on the bed. I moved to see and saw her biting the blanket so she wouldn’t make a noise. So I kept going.

I alternated between sides and noticed she responded better when I remained longer on one side than when I changed positions quickly. Before long, she came. I stopped when she came. Her body tensed and then her ass would retract in and then rapidly she would throw it out at me. This was an involuntary motion, it was just her body having an orgasm.

Immediately after she had an orgasm she flipped over on her back and told me. So I leaned in with my hand to her sides. Lowering my dick down I found her hand which moved me into her quickly.

She had come but now she seemed hornier. I fucked her in missionary. It felt a little uncomfortable for me somewhat but she didn’t care for me. She wanted me to keep going and going.

I was sweating and changed positions after a while. I rolled over next to her moving her ass towards me, and lifted one of her legs so I could enter. Even with all the energy I had drained me. In this position I could rest my body while fucking with minimal effort. I couldn’t gather much momentum but “Just keep doing it, it’s fine.” She reassured me.

When I looked at the clock again I saw that it was past midnight. The exact time was a blur for me but I was happy we had been at it for probably almost an hour.

“I think I will come soon.”

“Okay I think something will hit the spot for me.” I pulled off her and she turn face down. This time her ass didn’t lift up. “Just like that go in.” She ordered me.

With her ass low I struggle a little to reach her pussy. So wet my cock slid right in though once there. It was a good position but I wouldn’t last. I aimed towards the sides and pressed my hands hard on her butt cheeks.

“Cum inside me nephew.”

I probably shouldn’t have but what could I say. Those words didn’t relax me, rather they gave me a last boost. I fucked her steadily for longer than I ought to have until she started having another orgasm. Her head rose and as soon as I heard sound coming out of her mouth I stretched my hand to push her face into the bed. This worked since she bit on the bed. As she orgasmically quivered and my hand rested on her head, I began to shoot my semen.

I came inside for the longest I had ever cum. In turn the shooting sperm prolonged Aunt Penny’s orgasm which outlasted me by quite a bit.

I was spent. I dropped on top of her naked body. I listened to the silent house and smiled. She was sweating too. She moved me off of her and got out of the bed. I slapped her butt and she smile back at me.

“That was good. Goodnight nephew.” She kissed my mouth and left my room with just her panties in hand.

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Note: This is a muiltipart story that focuses in the early part on character development, before it gets to the sexier parts. Bear with it, however, and I promise you will be rewarded in the end.

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Part 1

“Whumpf.”

“Whumpf.”

The sound of breaking glass was muffled by the heavy linen napkins wrapped around each of the wine glasses. As the couple embraced and kissed following their two-glass ceremony, shouts of “Mazel Tov!” were heard around the room. Amanda smiled, and a tear formed in the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek as she watched them kissing just a few feet away. Before she could dab it with the tissue she had ready in her hand, the tear rolled off her cheek and on to her matron of honor dress.

Amanda had known Ellyn for over 30 years, having grown up with her in a small town in New England. She was about the only person from her childhood that Amanda had stayed in touch with over the years, through college — even though they attended colleges that were hundreds of miles apart — and later, as they became adults, and went out into the workforce. Others she had drifted apart from, but Ellyn had been a constant in her life. Even though they sometimes didn’t see each other for a couple of years, they were always in touch via regular letters and phone calls, and later, through email and IMing. She and Ellyn each would describe their relationship with the other using a term the young girls of today used, as “BFFs” — best friends forever. No topic was off limits, as they shared with each other their problems, questions, triumphs, and tribulations that arose at the various stages of life.

The couple pulled apart from each other and turned to face the audience, both of them smiling broadly. Some people started to clap, but others knew enough not to do so as it would be a serious breach of protocol in the synagogue. Amanda, who though not Jewish was fairly familiar with Jewish traditions because of her long friendship with Ellyn, had nonetheless been briefed by Ellyn’s mother at the rehearsal dinner the night before as to what the ceremony would entail and how she should act.

The couple started back down the aisle, trailed by Ellyn’s young niece and nephew who were performing the role of flower girl and ring bearer. Amanda and the best man followed next, walking slowly arm in arm. Amanda had met Josh for the first time at the rehearsal dinner; he seemed nice enough, a professor like her husband Phil.

When they were discussing the wedding plans, Phil had suggested that Amanda go to the wedding herself, volunteering to stay home with the girls so that Amanda could have a good time without worrying about them. The spring semester was over so it was easy for him to work from home and take care of them while she was gone. “Go ahead, it will be more fun for you,” he had said. After first putting up a fight, Amanda quickly backed down and realized he was right.

As she walked down the aisle, looking at Ellyn’s back, Amanda smiled to herself. She never thought she’d be doing this, seeing Ellyn get married, and she was so happy for her that she finally did. Ellyn had of course been the maid of honor at Amanda’s wedding ten years earlier, and it brought Amanda great pride and pleasure to be able to return the favor. Another tear of joy rolled down her cheek, Amanda quickly reaching up to catch it this time with the balled-up tissue she still had in her hand. As she dabbed at the tear, she glanced discreetly over her shoulder and saw the two sets of parents and the remaining members of the wedding party, the bridesmaids Sue and Angie, following along.

The wedding party climbed into their limos in order to make a beeline for the country club where the reception was to be held. When Ellyn had decided to get married, she had insisted on having a very traditional wedding, with — as she described it — “a big fucking, kick ass party.” She had waited long enough to get married and didn’t want to be denied any of the pleasures associated with the event. Amanda knew that they were rushing in order to have time for the formal wedding pictures to be taken by the photographer at the club. They didn’t want to leave the guests hanging around at the bar too long before the wedding party made their entrance into the club’s ballroom. Luckily it was a beautiful June day in Boston, and the outdoor pictures would likely come out beautifully.

Amanda was in a limo with Josh, Sue, and Angie for the short ride to the country club. She knew Sue, as she too was a childhood friend of Ellyn’s, though Amanda had never been very friendly with her and had only seen her once, at their tenth high school reunion, since their graduation. She was pleasant enough, though, and had seemed to have made a nice life for herself living in the suburbs of Boston with her husband and two young children.

Like Josh, Amanda had just met Angie at the rehearsal dinner, but she knew quite a bit about her. Angie and Ellyn casino şirketleri had been roommates freshman year in college, and had remained close friends ever since. Somehow, though, Amanda had never had a chance to meet her until this weekend. But Ellyn had told her all about Angie over the years. She was Ellyn’s “wild friend,” the one who took her on adventurous vacations, crazy bar-hopping excursions in Boston, or shopping trips to the funkiest shops in the city. Ellyn often joked about the contrast between Amanda and Angie, reminding Amanda on numerous occasions that “even though your names are so close in the alphabet, you couldn’t be more different — but I love you both!”

When Amanda first heard this, she was a little insulted. She certainly wouldn’t describe herself as “wild,” but she did like to think that she knew how to have a good time. She realized that in part Ellyn drew the contrast between the two of them because of the choices that Amanda had made. She had married Phil, who had been her college sweetheart, right after graduation and she had worked in advertising to support him as he attended graduate school. Toward the end of his doctoral studies they had their first daughter, and three months later, Amanda went back to work. A year later Phil gained a faculty job at a small college in the Midwest, and their second daughter followed two years after that. After this child, Amanda stopped working as they could afford to live in their small town on Phil’s salary alone. So Amanda settled into life as a faculty wife and mother, a role that she very much enjoyed.

Amanda didn’t miss working, focusing her life on supporting Phil and the girls. She didn’t neglect her own needs though, and made sure that she had friends in town with whom she could spend time. She also took vacations with her family, and even managed to get off on her own every now and then to come to Boston to visit Ellyn. But sitting back in the limo and glancing over at Angie, Amanda knew that Ellyn was absolutely right — there was no way you could compare her life with Angie’s.

The limos pulled up to the country club, and the wedding party piled out and assembled on the back lawn for their photographs. Thankfully, the weather was not too warm, nice enough that nobody was complaining as the photographer moved them to and fro in order to get the poses and groupings she wanted.

As she glanced at the other women in their fancy dresses she found herself a little envious. Unlike her, they all were single and even though in their mid-30s, had all maintained a fairly trim figure. She, on the other hand, showed the ravages of being a middle-aged woman who had given birth twice. She still considered herself attractive, but over the course of the two pregnancies had put on a fair amount of weight, some of which had not come off. She was what Ellyn liked to jokingly refer to as “zoftig” or “Rubenesque.” She had very nice curves, large breasts (they didn’t get much smaller after breastfeeding both girls) and a nice round ass, though she had managed to maintain a small waist. Even though she was short, just over five feet tall, she carried the weight pretty well, and she did notice every now and then when she’d get admiring glances from men who obviously appreciated curvy women. Nevertheless, she was still admiring of the thin figures the other women still had.

Everybody was laughing throughout as their pictures were taken, having a great time joking with each other. Just as the ring bearer and flower girl got tired and started pouting that they were hungry and tired of being outside, the photographer proclaimed that she had enough good shots, and the group made their way inside the country club where the rest of the guests had by then arrived and had settled in to enjoy the open bar and hors d’oeuvres.

Everybody but the wedding couple went into the ballroom to join the crowd. The band leader — Ellyn had insisted on a big, 10-piece band, “no stinking DJ at my wedding” she had declared — wrapped up the song they were playing and prepared to announce the newly-married couple to the group.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he began, “please join me in welcoming, for the first time, Ms. Ellyn Stern and Ms. Rachel Groton!” People broke out in applause as Ellyn and her bride made their way into the ballroom, smiles flashing wide, as the band started playing again. As Amanda looked at the two of them, she too smiled, ecstatic at how happy she knew Ellyn was. She chuckled to herself, thinking, “Well, Ellyn’s certainly getting that big Jewish wedding she always wanted, though probably not the one she thought it would be when she was little.”

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Ellyn had come out to Amanda when they were in college. Like most girls when they were growing up, each of them had a succession of boyfriends in high school, attending proms and homecoming dances with boys, and doing all the things teenagers do during that stage of their lives. Ellyn never seemed to get very serious casino firmaları with any of them, however, and as soon as a boy got serious about her, she’d drop him. Amanda didn’t think too much about it at the time. But later, after Ellyn had gone to college in Boston and discovered a world of sexuality not available to them in the small town in which they had grown up, she explained to her friend that she never really enjoyed being with the boys in high school. She went along, because that’s what everybody did to fit in. In college, though, she got involved in women’s organizations, and quickly realized that she was attracted to women. During her sophomore year she started dating one, and when Amanda visited her that spring, Ellyn introduced the woman to Amanda and came out as a lesbian.

Amanda had accepted the information from Ellyn without judgment. Even though she had attended a small college in a rural area, she had met a handful of women who were out as lesbians, and was perfectly comfortable with them. So it was easy for her to embrace Ellyn and her new lifestyle without it harming their friendship.

After learning this information, Amanda asked Ellyn if she had had a relationship with Angie. After all, they had been roommates freshman year, and Ellyn had told her in a letter early during that year that her roommate was pretty wild, and went on dates with both men and women. But Ellyn had told her, “no,” that while she and Angie were good friends, they had never had a sexual or romantic relationship. But Angie did help ease Ellyn’s transition into being a lesbian, introducing her to other people, organizations, and cultures with whom she would be comfortable connecting.

Throughout college and after, Ellyn had had a number of relationships with women, none lasting more than about six months, until she met Rachel about five years ago. After their first date, Ellyn came home and got on the computer to see if Amanda was online. She found her friend was there, and immediately IMed her:

EllynBos: “Hey, pal!”

MandaMom: “Hiya — how’d it go 2nite?”

EllynBos: “This is the one :)”

MandaMom: “WTF???? How can u tell so fast???”

EllynBos: “I can just tell, trust me”

Sure enough, Ellyn was right. She and Rachel quickly fell in love with each other, and the day that the Supreme Judicial Court in Massachusetts ruled that people of the same sex could legally marry in the state, Ellyn was on the phone to Amanda.

“One year from today,” she said as soon as Amanda answered the phone.

“Well hello to you too. One year from today, what? You goofball,” Amanda replied.

“Rachel and I are getting married, that’s what?”

“Oh my god, that’s great,” Amanda exclaimed, “I was just reading about the ruling online — I’m so happy for you!”

Ellyn responded, “Thanks sweetie, and I’m hoping you’ll be matron of honor.”

Before Amanda could respond in the affirmative, the two of them were crying, Amanda so happy that her friend was finally going to get to have the big wedding she wanted and Ellyn happy that her best friend of 30 years would be there to share it with her.

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Amanda looked at Ellyn and Rachel as they shared their first dance. She guessed that many in the audience were probably thinking that “Come on Eileen,” that one-hit wonder by Dexy’s Midnight Runners, was a very strange choice as a first dance. But Amanda knew the two women had chosen it because it was the first song they had ever danced to on that first date five years earlier.

As Amanda laughed at the two women dancing in their dresses — Ellyn’s a more traditional wedding dress, and Rachel’s more of a regular party dress — she sensed someone coming up beside her. She glanced to her right and saw Angie there, also looking at the two women with the same stupid grin plastered on her face.

“Isn’t that a hoot,” Angie said.

Amanda laughed back. “Sure is,” she said, “I gotta admit it’s the first wedding I’ve been to with ‘Come on Eileen’ as the first dance.”

“Yeah,” Angie replied. “Boy, do I remember dancing to this song in the bars back in the 80s though, it was so fucking popular. And god, that video — talking about fucking hot!”

Amanda thought for a moment, trying to remember what the music video for the song was, but she drew a blank.

Angie saw the quizzical look on her face and said, “You don’t remember it? There was this adorable woman with spiky hair worn up in a band, she was wearing denim overalls with nothing on underneath. How could you not remember it? I don’t care if you’re queer or straight, that woman was so fucking hot.”

Amanda laughed. “Sorry, Angie, I just don’t remember it. But I’m sure she was very cute.”

“Well, I remember masturbating to the image of that girl for a long time after that video came out in the early 80s,” Angie said, smiling.

Amanda giggled a little uncomfortably. She wasn’t used to Angie’s “out there” attitude quite yet, güvenilir casino and while not a prude, wasn’t accustomed to people talking to her about masturbation — especially people she had just met. While she and Ellyn had talked about their respective love lives over the years, they didn’t talk in detail about sex. It was a topic that she wasn’t comfortable talking to anybody about, even Phil. She certainly enjoyed sex and thought her sex life with Phil was pretty good, but she never saw the need to talk about it much.

She saw that Angie was still looking at her and smiling, as if she expected some reaction from her. Amanda didn’t know what to say, so just replied, “Oh.” After she did, she thought to herself, “That was pretty lame, she must think I’m such a dork.” She turned and looked back at Ellyn and Rachel dancing, hoping the moment would pass and Angie would change the subject.

Angie sensed Amanda’s discomfort, and dropped the line of discussion. She too watched the rest of the first dance, and after it was over, turned to Amanda and said, “Okay, maybe we can get some food now.”

Amanda replied, “Great idea, I’m famished!” The two women walked over to one of the large tables set up with canapés, cheeses, and other bite size treats, helped themselves to a small plate, and each piled it high.

“Whadya say we get ourselves a drink and find ourselves someplace to sit and eat this food,” Angie suggested.

“Okay,” Amanda replied, and followed Angie as she headed to the bar. They each got a drink — white wine for Amanda, and a margarita for Angie — and they walked over to a small café table with some chairs around it. The two women put their food and drinks down and sat.

After a few moments of eating, and what to Amanda was somewhat awkward silence, she asked Angie with a smile, “So, how about you — any wedding plans in your future now that it’s legal?”

Angie threw her head back and laughed out loud. “No, not me — I don’t think I’m the marrying type, hon. It was always convenient to be in relationships before, because you never had to deal with the wedding crap, but now it’s thrust upon us just like all the breeder couples out there. Even my mother, who initially wasn’t thrilled 15 years ago to learn her only daughter liked girls, is on my case about it.”

“Yeah, I can understand — if she’s like most mothers, she wants to see her daughter married. But why don’t you think you’re the ‘marrying type’?”

“I dunno,” Angie replied, “I just don’t see myself making that kind of lifelong commitment that marriage requires. I mean, don’t get me wrong — I’ve certainly been in love before, but I just never felt there was one person that I wanted to settle down with and forsake all others for the rest of my life.” She leaned in close to Amanda and said in a faux-conspiratorial tone with a wink, “I like a variety of experiences, if you know what I mean.”

Amanda laughed, and took another sip of her wine. “Well, I guess the important thing is to know what you want, right?”

“Yup, sure is. What about you — you’ve been married for how long now?”

“Phil and I have been married for just over a dozen years.”

“And don’t you ever think about what it might be like with other guys?” Angie asked.

Amanda didn’t have to hesitate in replying. While she was committed to Phil, like any healthy woman, she of course had had her fantasies, most of which involved men other than her husband. “Of course I think about it, Angie, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to act on it,” she said, just a little defensively.

Angie sensed her discomfort. “Okay, okay, I didn’t mean to imply that you were a slut or anything, I was just curious.”

Amanda quickly realized that she had must have come across the wrong way in answering Angie’s query. She softened her tone a bit, and in a lowered voice said to her, “Well, to be truthful, while I’ve never been with anyone else since I met Phil, I do admit that I have been just a bit jealous of the life that Ellyn has led.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know — that she knows how to go out and have a good time, and while I know she’s been faithful to Rachel since they met, I know that she had plenty of changes to ‘sow her wild oats’ so to speak. And I also know that many of those experiences were when she was hanging out with you.”

Angie chuckled, “Yeah, I guess I can be a bad influence on people sometimes.” She shrugged her shoulders and went on, “What can I say? My philosophy in life is carpe diem — you know, like in that Robin Williams movie about the prep school teacher, what was it — oh yeah, the Dead Poets Society.”

Amanda smiled and said, “Yes, I remember that — he was trying to teach his students to ‘seize the day,’ as you never know when it will be your last, or something like that.”

Angie punched Amanda’s shoulder lightly and said, “That’s exactly it — you have to experience life today, don’t put it off until tomorrow.”

Amanda replied, “Well, I guess there is something to be said for that.” Before she could say anything else, the two women heard the band leader calling everyone to their tables to sit down for the meal. Angie said, “Let’s grab another drink before we sit down.”

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Dear Reader… this story is a bit of a slow burn, but my intention was to move it along as naturally as possible. I hope to build the tensions between the characters, so that the final desired result feels more natural, plausible, and hot. I hope you enjoy.

*****

The level of uneasiness that twin brothers, Hayden and Clayton, felt when being summoned to their father’s study for what their mother referred to as a “chat” was fairly equal. Mercifully, now that they were adults heading into their last year of college these chats had become blessedly less frequent. It also helped that as the brothers matured, they became smarter about not getting caught when up to no good, and they were often up to no good.

Hayden sat himself in one leather chair on the opposite side of the desk from their father, and Clayton did the same in the chair next to him, but added an exasperated exhalation to the action. They both faced their father, Marshall Westwood, who was a formidable man even if you didn’t know he was a high-price lawyer; not to mention a man gearing up for a campaign to run for mayor in the next election.

Marshall, a substantial man to say the least, sat up perfectly ram-rod straight in his high-back executive desk chair. Hayden straightened up in his own chair subconsciously. Clayton was always more relaxed or seemingly relaxed, and leaned back lazily and unaffected by their father’s ridged demeanor. Hayden always wished he could have his brother’s casual nonchalance.

“Father.” Clayton said by way of greeting.

They never called him Dad, although there may have been a brief time when they had called him Daddy as children. Neither could remember for sure, but their mother told the story that way. Marshall wasn’t exactly the “Daddy” type in Hayden’s estimation, but once when he was younger, he had inadvertently walked in on Marshall fucking their maid and she had been calling him “Daddy” quite enthusiastically.

Marshall did not speak for a full minute. He simply sat there assessing his sons. Maybe this was for dramatic effect. They were his only children, that they knew of at least. As children they had often heard their father crudely joke that he had hit the jackpot having twin boys on the first go. He wouldn’t have to “breed the wife” a second time, and further ruin her figure. In reality their mother was ruthless about diet and exercise. Her figure was always perfectly trim, if not a little too thin. Hayden often wondered if Marshall would leave their mother if she gained any weight. He suspected he would.

“Boys, I have a job for you this summer, and I am willing to pay you for it.” Marshall finally started without preamble. Hayden felt his jaw tighten. Propositions from Marshall never usually went in their favour.

“What job might that be, father?” Hayden asked despite himself.

“Your Aunt Sydney is finally divorced from that buffoon she married in spite of my protests.” Marshall paused to take a sip from his ever-present glass of cognac.

“She will be moving up North to Belford where she bought a little cottage. Personally, I think it’s a dump, but she insists she can fix it up, and make it livable year-round. I have my doubts, since she’s never repaired anything in her life. In fact, she’s never even lived on her own. Simply put, I am worried about this entire cockamamie endeavor.” Hayden wondered if his father even heard how pompous he sounded, and highly doubted it.

Marshall stopped talking so he could open a desk drawer and withdraw his cigar humidor. He sat it on the polished surface of his massive desk, the same desk he had been fucking the maid on years before. He took his time opening the humidor, selecting a cigar, and lighting it. Of course, he did not offer his adult sons a one of his prized cigars. This was perfectly okay with Hayden since he couldn’t stand smoking of any kind, but he knew it rankled his brother when their father wouldn’t even at least offer. If they had been Marshall’s work acquaintances or his gambling cronies, he would most certainly offer.

It also didn’t sit well with either brother the way their father spoke of their Aunt Sydney, whom had always been their favourite ever since they had been young. Secretly, they had both admitted to one and another that their childhood admiration had somehow morphed into a bit of a crush as they had grown older. Their crushes remained into their adulthood. Aunt Sydney was of course incredibly beautiful, but she was also this warm, loving, open, kind of person. Marshall disliked most of these qualities about his younger sister, and that made Hayden and Clayton like them all the more.

In truthfulness, Hayden had pleasured himself more than once thinking about his extremely attractive slightly older aunt, and he would put money on it that Clayton had too. Maybe it was just a guilty pleasure? Or maybe they were just sickos, but the truth was the truth, and the truth was they both found her attractive and intriguing like no casino şirketleri other woman. Of course, they knew better than to act on their thoughts and desires.

Clayton’s interest was piqued, and Hayden could sense this. Clayton sat forward, but didn’t sit up. He more shifted into a lazy forward leaning slump, and rested is elbows on their father’s perfectly appointed desk. “So, father, what exactly does this have to do with us?”

Marshall ignored his son’s tone, but sniffed indignantly at his elbows on the desk, and yet wisely chose not to say anything about it. Smoke curled in the air from their father’s strong smelling cigar. “You boys have the summer off, before heading back to school and I want you to do something productive with your time instead of drinking and chasing tail. I want you to help your aunt get that cottage into some semblance of order so she is not living is complete squalor. I will, of course, pay you for this service.” Marshall used an equally disgusted inflection when he said the words “cottage” and “squalor” as if they held mutually exclusive meanings.

“Okay, sure.” Clayton agreed readily on behalf of himself and Hayden. Hayden glanced at the back of his brother’s head before looking back to their father. He was onboard, but he worried that Clayton had agreed too easily, and maybe seemed too affable.

“No argument from the playboy sons?” Marshall was trying to goad them and they both knew it. He was always telling them how they didn’t know the first thing about responsibility, and they were just playboys looking to get laid. It wasn’t entirely inaccurate, but still insulting all the same.

“No, Sir. When should we leave?” Hayden asked. He was always the more diplomatic of the two brothers.

The arrangements were discussed. Hayden and Clayton would meet their aunt in a couple days at her new cottage. They would help her unpack, and begin working on renovations immediately. Each week their father would e-transfer them allowance, and funds to cover gas and other expenses. They would live with Aunt Sydney for the summer and help her get as much done in the cottage as possible before going back to school.

It wasn’t exactly what the two of them had in mind for their summer, but both of them agreed later on that they genuinely looked forward to spending an entire summer looking at their sexy aunt’s body. The area where the cottage was situated was beautiful, the cottage couldn’t possibly be as bad as Marshall made it sound, and with any luck there might be a beach nearby. All and all this seemed like a good twist of fate.

***

Sydney was so thrilled to see her tall handsome nephews. They rolled up a little before dinner time in their huge red pick-up truck. Many people couldn’t tell them apart, but Sydney always knew the difference. Clayton got out of the driver’s seat, and he was all huge smiles as he loped over to his aunt for a big strong hug. Hayden was close on his brother’s heals and he also gave her a huge hug. When had these boys become such solid muscular men, she wondered.

It was hard for Sydney to figure out how her overbearing older brother, and his “stick-up-her-ass-wife” had produced two such loving young men. Sydney herself still held out hope of having a child one day, and she hoped he or she would grow up to be a lot like Hayden and Clayton.

“I am so thrilled to see you both!” Sydney said with unshed happy tears in her eyes as she stepped back to take them both in. They had gotten taller since she had seen them last. They were both tanned, could probably both use a hair trim, and both had smiles that she suspected made many young women’s hearts melt. If she was to be perfectly honest, they were kind of making even her heart melt a bit. Not that she would ever admit that to anyone. Ever. Period.

“We’re happy to be here.” Hayden said, and he looked as if he meant it. She watched as he glanced up at the cottage assessing it with keen eyes. Sydney could only imagine what Marshall had told them about her new home, but it was no doubt an exaggeration of the reality. It just needed some TLC.

“I am sorry that Marshall stuck you here all summer, but don’t worry. There’s not much to do, and I will be hiring people to help me. You boys can hit the local attractions and have some young people fun. I have noticed some attractive young women when I am in town, and there’s a beach just down the road. Marshall will know nothing!”

Clayton turned his soulful green eyes on his aunt. “Marshall did ask us to come here, but we’re actually here because we want to be here. We want to spend the summer with you, and we are thrilled to help you make this into your new home.” Hayden nodded in agreement with his brother. “To new beginnings and adventures, Aunt Sydney!”

Sydney felt her heart flipflop in her chest. Emotions were running close to the surface after her recent divorce, and having these two incredible men here to help her meant the world to her. She secretly planned casino firmaları to make sure they got out to have fun, but she would gratefully take the help they seemed to truly want to offer too.

Surging forward with tears quietly running down her cheeks now she tackled both of her tall nephews into a tight embrace. They both let her hold them a little longer than would be typical, and when they all took a little step back Hayden reached up and used his thumb to swipe a tear off her cheek. “Don’t cry, Aunt Sydney. We are here to make everything all better.”

The gesture was so startlingly intimate and sweet that it temporarily took Sydney’s breath away. She felt her face flush, and she quickly turned away. “Let’s start with a tour.” she managed to choke out.

“Perfect, lead the way.” Clayton agreed.

Sydney showed her nephews the new cottage, and they all bobbed and weaved around stacked boxes and haphazardly placed furniture. She was beyond pleased when the boys said only positive things about the cottage, especially since Marshall would have only said how small and grimy, he thought it was.

“This is my room; as you can see all I have so far is a big old bed.” Sydney stood in the door to her barren looking bedroom. The movers had helped her set-up her bed before they left. She had managed to find pillows, sheets, and a duvet. The king-sized bed did look decidedly inviting, but the rest of the room left much to be desired.

Clayton pushed passed his aunt grazing her breasts with his arm as he did. Once in the room he promptly flung himself down onto her bed and made himself comfortable. Sydney felt her nipples harden at the unintentional touch, and sincerely hoped her nephews wouldn’t notice her body’s strange reaction. She tried her best to just chalk it all up to the fact that her cheating ex-husband hadn’t touched her in a very long time. No one had, actually. Her body was just on overdrive, so of course that would explain her unusual reactions, even to her own nephews.

“So, this is where Aunt Sydney will make the magic happen!” Clayton declared. Hayden made a small choked sound from just behind his aunt in the doorway. It sounded as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of his twin brother.

Sydney also couldn’t believe her nephew being so bold, but she chose to just laugh it off. They were adults now, and she would have to get used to them talking to her like adults. “I don’t know about all that, but with a coat of paint and some decorating I think it will become a cozy place for me to recharge.”

Clayton turned on his side to get a better look at his aunt. “Oh, come on! You’re free now. It’s magic time, Aunt Sydney. You need to cut loose and get some.”

“Shut up, Clayton.” Hayden said between clenched teeth, but without any real rancor.

Clayton wasn’t about to be quieted. “This is an awfully big bed for just tiny you. In fact, I bet we could all fit in this bed together. Hop in!”

“He might be right.” Hayden whispered so softly from just behind Sydney. Then she felt his hands gently land on her hips as he guided them both further into the bedroom.

Hayden moved around his stunned aunt, and plopped himself down on the opposite side of the bed from his brother. There was a big space between the two men, right in the middle of the bed. Sydney looked from one handsome face to the other matching equally handsome face. She shook her head at them good naturedly, but she felt hopelessly awkward in this moment. What was this strange tension, and was she the only one feeling it? What was wrong with her?

“I am not sure what kind of fun you two boys are implying I might get up to in here, but I think the bed is good enough for just me. Come on, you goofs. I will show you to your rooms.”

Sydney attempted to spin on her heel to walk away, but Clayton snagged her hand and gave a big tug. Before she knew what had happened, she found herself tumbling into the bed in a tangle, and then was hauled clumsily into the middle to be tucked between her two big nephews. They were all laughing at the ungainly way she had ended up there. Both men moved in to cuddle her, and it felt equal parts exhilarating and awkward to find herself in their embrace.

“You two are terrible brats! And here I was thinking I’d let you have a fun free summer, and cover for you with your controlling father! Now, I am going to make you both work your asses off!” Sydney protested with mock exasperation. Her mind was racing. She was enjoying being tucked against the hard bodies of her twin nephews, way more than would be acceptable. She was their Aunt for heaven’s sake!

Both Hayden and Clayton seemed to move in a little closer. There wasn’t even the smallest amount of space between them all. Clayton was all sexy smiles, but Hayden looked more serious. “We’re going to have plenty of fun, Aunt Sydney.” he said tenderly.

Suddenly the playful demeaner between them turned to something else. Something that Sydney güvenilir casino didn’t dare put a name to. Something she suddenly craved so badly it made her feel dizzy. She needed to get out of this bed, and out of this room. She needed way more oxygen than this room could even hold.

“Why don’t I show you guys your rooms, and let you get unpacked. No work today. We’ll have some beers on the porch, I will make a nice dinner, then if you feel up to it, we can walk down and see the beach.” she suggested by way of redirecting the situation. She begged them in her head to move their hard bodies away from hers, so she could think clearly again.

“Sounds good to me!” Clayton agreed after a moment, and then he hauled himself up out of the bed as fast as he had jumped into it.

Sydney felt the loss of closeness as a jab in her heart. He offered a hand to his aunt, and soon enough they were all standing and the strange sense of intimacy Sydney thought she had felt was slowly ebbing away. She let out a breath she hadn’t known she had been holding. Had that all just been in her filthy mind? Maybe. She’d have to check herself going forward. These men were her nephews, and that was a family bond that could not be tampered with under any circumstances. Sydney felt a little repulsed by herself in that exact moment.

***

Hayden actually enjoyed painting, even though it wasn’t entirely sure about his aunt’s choice of paint colour for the kitchen, which was aptly called sunshine yellow. It seemed blindingly bright, but Aunt Sydney kept telling them that once everything was back in the room, and pictures up on the walls the yellow paint would fade to the background.

Aunt Sydney was nothing less than pure distraction in a pair of short cut-off jeans, and an almost see through white tank top, which now had yellow paint on it. Her long strawberry blonde hair was tucked up on her head in a messy bun with a few escape tendrils sweeping down her slender neck. It was hard to tell if she was totally unaware of just how sexy she was, but she had both nephew’s full attention.

When Sydney would bend over, Hayden and Clayton gave each other knowing glances, full of unspoken common desires. They would have had to be blind or maybe even dead not to notice how sexy this woman was even though she was their aunt. Hayden had made Clayton promise to behave, and to watch his mouth around their aunt, but it was most likely a futile request. Clayton was a loose cannon around any sexy lady, and it didn’t seem to matter that she was family. It had been obvious they had kind of spooked her the first night, but that silliness would have to stop. If they went too far, surely Aunt Sydney would kick them out and tell their parents. Then, there would be hell to pay. Marshall wasn’t known for being forgiving.

There was music playing, and they were working up a sweat. “I need to pick-up more beer.” Aunt Sydney declared. “In the meantime, I will get us some cold water. Be right back.”

The twins watched their aunt bounce out of the room to go find the cooler they were using since the fridge had been unplugged and moved for painting. She seemed so much happier now than when she was with her husband.

“She’s killing me in those little shorts, man.” Clayton whispered just loud enough to be heard by his brother over their aunt’s pretty decent music.

“Dude, she’s our aunt…by blood. You gotta get over this.” Hayden chastised.

Clayton looked his brother in the eyes. Hayden knew better than to try to mislead him. He knew his brother like he knew himself, and the truth of the matter was they were both carrying a hard-on for their hot little aunt. “Don’t even fucking try that with me.” Clayton deadpanned.

“Clay, this isn’t even feasible. So, we both have to get the hell over it. We’re just sick horny fuckers.”

“Did you notice those cute freckles across the bridge of her nose? What about the ones running down her arms? I want to fucking lick every single freckle and beauty mark on her entire body, and every space in between.” Clayton’s face was set with a determination that Hayden knew all too well from his brother.

“Impossible, so knock it the fuck off.” Hayden said a little louder than intended.

“What’s impossible?” Sydney asked as she came back into the room three bottles of water, and a package of chocolate chip cookies.

“It’s impossible to know why you picked this shade of yellow.” Hayden teased in an effort to redirect the conversation.

Sydney placed the snack down on their make-shift table in the middle of the room. She glanced from one twin to the next, assessing. “It sounded as if you two were having a disagreement, and I am pretty sure it wasn’t over my on-point paint selection.”

“No way.” Clayton responded a little too quickly.

Sydney squinted at the two of them for a long moment. “After we finish painting this room you two need to get out of here and go have some young people kinda fun. Deal?”

“We’d rather stay with you, or maybe we can all go out somewhere together?” Hayden suggested. He was relieved she hadn’t pushed them about what they had actually been discussing. He would have lied, but he didn’t like to lie, not really.

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Aunt Shelja is Punished

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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My college exams were over. So I was free for the next month or so. I got up early and got dressed. Most of my class mates live within a radius of half a kilometer. We had decided to collect at the local Park at seven to play a game of cricket. I was ready to go when my mother called me. She gave me a strip of medicines and told me to give it to aunt Shelja. She told me to hurry as Shelja had fallen in her bathroom and had hurt her right wrist.

Aunt Shelja is my father’s elder sister. She is a spinster and lives alone in a duplex at a distance of 5 km from our house. I knew I won’t be able to reach for the game in time. But what could be done. I put the strip of medicine in my shirt pocket and started for aunt’s place on my ‘Hero’ bicycle, gifted to me by my mother on my eighteenth birthday last year. I tried to paddle as fast as I could.

Aunt Shelja is a spinster. She is a very bossy, egoistic and fussy type of woman. Nobody in the family likes her. Rather everybody hates her and she also keeps aloof and prefers to stay away from the family. My father is the only person who tolerates her somehow. She had been the cause of a lot of anxiety and tension in the family. It was said that my mother had to suffer much humiliation because of her. My other uncles and aunts abused her openly. But natural, that I was also not favorably inclined towards her.

Outwardly also she is not an attractive person. Unlike most females our family, who very beautiful and had, if not gorgeous, very lovely curvaceous bodies she was tall, thin and frail. She had a thin face with small thin lips and a sharp nose and sharp shin. It could have been lovely if she had learnt to smile and laugh. But I had never seen her smiling. She is a teacher at the government school and her students also are more afraid of her than the principal of the school. She is flat chested though her back side is not bad.

As I reached her house I found the outer door open. I went in and couldn’t find her in the front living room or the kitchen. I tip toed to another room which I had rightly assumed to be the bedroom. There she was sitting on the bed both her hands in her lap.

“What took you so long? You mother said she will send you immediately.” She growled.

The words made my blood really boil. I felt like throwing the strip of tablets in her face. I wanted to really punish this thankless woman somehow. I had come cycling as fast as I could on those busy roads. It was not my fault that she had chosen to live so far away from the rest of the family. But then tears started flowing down her skinny, hollow cheeks. Now how does one punish a woman already whimpering with pain? Suddenly my eyes fell on her right hand lying in her lap. The wrist and the back of her hand were swollen. Being a player of our city cricket team I have seen many such injuries on the playground and I knew immediately that this was not an injury which is going to heal any soon specially with these simple painkillers. I felt pity for her. Chances were that she may have fractured one or both the bones of her fore arm. I moved closer and wiped her tears. I very gingerly put one finger on the swollen wrist and she immediately winced and gave a loud yell.

“Aunt Shelja, your wrist needs proper medical attention. it is not going to heal with these medicines.” I said as softly as I could muster. I took out the strip of tablets from my pocket and placed them on the bedside table.

“I know. You just give me the tablets” she said in a rigid tone.

“You get dressed and I will take you to the hospital.” I said and went out bugged and angry. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and took out an ice tray from the fridge to make a cold compress. I heard a loud noise of something falling.

“Ronnie” She yelped from the bedroom. I rushed back to the bed room anxious “what the hell?”

She was standing next to her wardrobe with a drawer lying on her feet. “I can’t lift my arm.” Tears were dripping from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

“I know. I think there is a fracture or a dislocation.”

“How am I going to change?”

I looked at her. She was right. She was wearing a knee length nightie. Either you remove it by lifting it up above your head or you could open the back zipper and let it slid down your feet. She was unable to perform either of the two tasks.

“Let me help you” I said placing the glass and ice tray on the bed.

“I am not wearing anything underneath.” She said trying to move away from me.

“But I had already moved behind her. In a flash I got the idea how I was going to get even with her. “Stand still.” I said and undid her zipper.”

“Is there any other alternative?” I said firmly and moving my hands over her shoulders slowly peeled down her nightie until her left hand was free from it. Then I slowly took out her right hand out of it. She again winced but her hand was soon out of her nightie. I let go of the nightie and it dropped on the casino şirketleri floor.

She was standing in front of me totally naked. It all happened so unexpectedly and so fast that she was unable to utter a protest. She tried to hide her nakedness by cupping her crotch with her left hand, saw the futility of here action and dropped the hand back on her side. I feasted my eyes on her body taking in every detail of her back and hips and legs. She saw it all. I turned her around and ran my eyes from head to foot, taking in every detail. I wanted her to know what was happening. The front of my pants was bulging. My dick was erect and rock hard. I hoped she will notice that. There was a strong urge to feel and touch her. I took out a pair of panties and bra from the fallen drawer and started dressing her up.

I got down on my knees, my mouth close to her crotch and lifted her one leg. She immediately placed her healthy hand on my head for support. I put her foot in the one of the leg openings and repeated the same procedure with the other leg. I lifted her panties higher and let the back of my hand caress her hairy vulva. Then I helped her put on her bra again boldly letting my hand rove over her tiny boobs. Then I helped her with Salwar and Kameez not missing any chance to touch and feel her. Through whole this episode she kept her head down evading any eye contact. I knew she was feeling miserable but I wanted her to get the taste of her own medicine.

When she was completely dressed up, I took out two pills from the strip and gave her. She gulped them down with water I had brought. Then I sat her down and wrapped the ice tray in a chunni (a soft light cloth worn over the kameez) and placed it under her wrist. She sobbed and moaned a little but soon it was evident that the medicine and the cold compress were taking effect. I didn’t wait for long, made a temporary sling out of the same chunni, combed her hair wrapped them in a bun and took her to the hospital on her scooter.

It took us 4 hours at the hospital. The x rays were done. And thank God there was no fracture, only soft tissue injury. A tendon or muscle tear. Her wrist and hand were wrapped in a crape bandage and the arm was put in a sling and she was given some medicines and a tube of cream to rub on the wrist. And we were sent back to come after 5 days for follow up.

When we reached back she thanked me a lot for everything in a very formal voice. It was a signal for me to get out. But I was not going to be put off easily.

“It is already time for lunch. Shall I bring you something?”

“No, no, you have already done a lot. Moreover I am not feeling hungry.”

“Ok I will bring dinner in the evening.”

I said and moved closer to her. I started taking of the sling.

“What are you doing?”

“i think I will help you change back into your house dress before I go. You won’t be comfortable in these clothes. And I don’t think you are going anywhere in the coming few days.”

I had already removed the sling before she could protest. And my hand went under her Kameez and inside her Salwar. I purposefully fumbled a little to feel her crotch and then found the drawstring and pulled it the Salwar fell on the floor. Then I started lifting her Kameez above her head. “There is no need to remove this.” she said. But I was not listening to her. As the Kameez rose above her breasts she gave in and I slowly carefully removed it. Next I moved my hand behind her and undid the bra and removed it. She was not feeling as shy as she had felt the first time but still there was some hesitation and anxiety. I was enjoying it all the more. Then I kneeled in front of here and started peeling of her panties down. She protested but I kept on rolling them down. “What if you want to pee? You won’t be able to take them off in time or put them on back. Chances are you will pee inside them.” I told her in a scolding tone, making it clear that there was no love lost between us. Her hairy pubic mound was in front of my eyes. I could see her love lips and the slit between them clearly. The smell of her sex was strong. Maybe she was getting wet. I inhaled deeply. She saw that and again tried to hide her womanhood with her healthy hand but I took her hand in my hand and got up. I led her to the closet and chose a gown of my own choice, a front opening one. I helped her into it. She gave out a sigh of relief when her body was again fully covered again.

“I will be back at night with the dinner. You can ring up mom if you need anything else.” I said lifting her chin and looking into her eyes. She immediately averted her eyes. I patted her cheek. She just nodded her head. I entered one finger in her bun and removed the hair band her hair fell all over her shoulders. “This looks better.” I said and again patted her cheeks. She wanted to come to the door to see me off. But I told her to lie down and take it easy. I let myself out and rode back to my house happy as a lark.

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I told mom the whole story as soon as she was back from her duty, naturally avoiding the dressing and undressing episodes. casino firmaları My mom praised me for being such a Good Samaritan and pitied her sister in law. “Living alone, nobody to help or take care.” She said to nobody in particular. “If you want I will go in the evening to check upon her.” I said aiming to set the stage for the evening visit.

“You do that. I will send your father tomorrow.” Much pleased with my ploy, I ate a hearty lunch and went to my room to lie down for some time.

My aunt’s body kept on floating in front of my eyes again and again dressed and undressed, in her lingerie and without it. She was not as bad as she looked. Her breasts were small but firm and round and didn’t sag at all. Just imagine and she will turn fifty the next year. The areolae were small and pink, nipples small and hard. Her waist was slim and tummy flat. Her hips were big round globes and they were also firm and round.. Her legs were muscular and nicely shaped. Her aroma lingered in my nose. I found myself slowly jerking my erect cock. I stopped it and paid attention to the two most important questions – What and from where to buy something for her dinner?

#

I was again at her doorsteps at 7 on the dot. I choose this time so that I could stay there for an hour or two. The front door was again unlocked. I found her in the kitchen trying to cook omelet with her left hand. The crape bandage was still around her wrist and hand but she had removed the sling. I put the carry bag I was holding on the kitchen shelf and moved behind her wrapping my one arm around her waist. “You didn’t believe me that I will bring the dinner.”

“No it’s not like that.”

“Then what else? What is the use of exerting yourself unnecessarily? It will delay the healing. I scolded her openly.”

“I was just bored sitting alone doing nothing.” She replied defensively.

“How is your hand?” I inquired.

“Same as before, the excruciating pain never goes. The tablets lessen it a bit. But as soon as there effect wears off it starts hurting like before.”

“How is it present?”

“A little less than before, I took the tablets a few minutes ago.”

“Don’t take them on empty stomach. It will upset your tummy.” I instructed her and tightened my embrace and ran my free hand on her abdomen.

“I took some tea.”

“That is not enough.” I tightened my hold even further. My cock was hard and growing bigger and harder every passing moment. Every time she moved it rubbed against her back and upper part of her ass cheeks.

Before she could say something I again ran my hand around her abdomen and said “come on let’s feed you first. You must be famished. You haven’t eaten anything since morning.” By that time the omelet was also ready. I pulled the carry bag nearer and took out the first carton. It had a thick soup. I knew it will be difficult to take something liquid with the wrong hand. I took a spoon and started feeding her. “You brought it from the market. Your mother didn’t want to cook for me?” She said in a mocking tone. “She only told me to go and check if you needed something. I brought these because I knew you like it.” “She fell silent and didn’t say another word after that. She was actually very hungry so she let me feed her silently.

But I had had it. “You wretched ungrateful woman from now onwards you are going to pay for everything and very dearly.” I said to myself and dug my hard dick even more firmly into the small of her back. I took a few sips of the soup myself in between with the same spoon I was using to feed her. I asked her to open the other carton when we had finished the soup. It had chicken noodles and again I took a fork and started feeding her. In between, when she was munching the morsels the noodles, I used my hands to explore new spots on her body and succeeded in opening two of her gown’s front button. She knew what I was doing and feeling very helpless and uneasy. Her discomfort pleased me like anything. It was making me more and more horny. She was using her left hand as a support for the right so that it won’t droop. She tried to talk to me but my monosyllabic answers made any conversation impossible. She would manage to move away from me when I loosened my grip for one or other task and I would tighten the hug again and bring her back to me.

When the food was finished, I put the omelet in a big plate and covered it with the other. “We will put it in the fridge you can heat it and have it for the breakfast with toasts and cheese.” She nodded her head in affirmative. I bent my head and kissed her cheek. She turned her head towards me and I ruffled her hair. You will be hale and healthy soon.” She broke away from me to put the empty cartons in the waste bin but I again pulled her back into my embrace. This time her face turned towards me. My hard cock pressed firmly against her abdomen my one arm around her back and the other hand holding her head. I brought my mouth close to hers. She thought that I am going to kiss her. She turned her head away from me keeping her face down and avoiding any eye to eye contact. güvenilir casino “Shall I make a cup of tea for you? I asked her my lips brushing the lobe of her ear. She shook her head in negative and I took her face in my hands and lifted her chin. She looked at me and saw my lips reaching for hers. “No…” she started to say but my lips had already taken her upper lip into their grasp. She kept on punching my back with her healthy fist but I had again taken her in my embrace. Soon she saw the futility off her efforts and stopped trying to free herself.

I encircled her healthy arm around my neck. I left her lips and kissed her cheeks and forehead and chin she sighed deeply and I was again kissing her lips so that she won’t be able to mouth any protest or some kind of threat. But she didn’t protest this time at all. Only she kept her teeth clenched tightly as I sucked on her lips her breathing became faster. I licked her lips and her tightly clenched teeth and her healthy pink gums and she started to relax. Her mouth opened up and my tongue slid into her mouth. I kept on exploring every nook and corner of her mouth and she kept helping me by opening her mouth wider and wider. While we were busy kissing I saw the opportunity and undid the remaining buttons of her gown. I moved my hand inside and caressed her back and waist. She moved closer.

“My hand is hurting again.” She mumbled slowly in my ear. “I will make a cold compress.” I said. “That is a good idea. It gave me immense relief in the morning also. As I moved towards the fridge she started buttoning her gown back. I took hold of her hand and jerked it away and undid the button she had fastened. She didn’t try it again.

“But where is the cream they prescribed you to rub on the wrist?” I suddenly remembered.

“In the bedroom, I never applied it.”

“Why?”

“How was I going to undo and then wrap again this bandage back with one hand? It needs to be wrapped tight.”

“But you can use the phone with one hand. You could have called me. I am not a person to leave somebody in a lurch.” I said angrily. “I got a phone of my own. But how will you know?” I taunted her again and lifted her up in my arms. She didn’t weigh much and I easily carried into the bedroom. The Gown slid away and she was practically naked. I removed the gown and threw it away. I sat her in my lap and undid the clips of the crape bandage and removed it. There was no change. The swelling had not shrunk a bit. I opened the tube of ointment and started rubbing it on her wrist and back of hand. She moaned and sobbed in my ear and dug her nails in my shoulder but I kept on massaging until a lot of the medicine had seeped into her skin and her sobs had nearly subsided. “Feeling better?” She nodded her head vigorously. I moved in and planted my lips on hers. She gave them to me quite willingly. We kissed for a few moments then I put her on the bed and wrapped the bandage back in place. “You are not to move this arm at all and you are to keep it in an elevated position all the time if you want this swelling to go. No heroics.” I admonished her. “If you want I can stay with you for a day or two.”

She just nodded her head sheepishly. A put a pillow under her injured hand and covered it with a light comforter. She smiled at me. That was the first smile I had ever seen on her face. I bent over her and kissed her forehead and then came down to take her lips. This time I found her more than willing. I kicked my trainers away and crawled into the bed. As our kissing became vigorous my hand reached lower and took her tiny breast in my hand and gave it a little squeeze. “No, no please! She tried to turn away from me but her one arm was under me and the second was as such useless. I wrapped and my left leg around her and pinned her under me. I deliberately moved my left hand downwards caressed her pubic hair.

“No please no! Don’t go there.” She tightened he thighs. “I will complain…

“That is what you have been doing whole your life. Complaining.” I retorted back loudly and angrily. She winced at my words and stared speechless and shocked. “What wrong I am doing just making love..” I started to say but she interrupted me in between.

“This is not love.”

“It is part of it. But you won’t know. You never loved anybody and won’t let anybody love you.”

“Who said that?”

By that time my hand was back on her crotch. I moved it a little lower and slapped her thigh. “Then what is this. Open up.” She didn’t say anything. But I could feel the tension in her thigh muscles melting away. I moved my fingers between her thighs and they slid between them easily without any resistance. I caressed her inner thighs and then pulled her thigh towards me and she opened up a little. I caressed her vulva and ran my fingers through her dense foliage. My middle finger slid between her love lips and I could feel the moisture. I let the tip of my finger dip into her cunt. A sigh escaped her mouth. I brought out my finger it was soaking wet. I used it to lubricate her engorged clit. She shuddered with every caress over her button. I stood up and hurriedly took off my clothes as she watched me and my erection. I separated her thighs and she opened up wide. I teased her cunt and clit with the tip of my cock and then lowered myself into her slowly inch by inch.

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Girl Scout Moms Ch. 01

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Katerina is amazing. We have been together for a little over a year now and I am so lucky to be with her. I could go on and on about what makes her such an incredible woman and why I love her so much, but for purposes of this story all that matters are why she is so incredibly sexy. She’s absolutely beautiful. She’s a 43-yr old Latina with a body toned by 5-7 days a week of crossfit, the ass of a 25 yr old (somewhere there is a 25 yr old woman with no ass wandering around and trying to figure out who stole hers), golden skin and shoulder-length light brown hair with blond highlights. She has beautiful eyes and a smile that melts my heart and hardens my cock.

As for many guys, seeing or even thinking about two women together is the hottest thing in the world to me. As it turns out, Katerina is a little bi-curious and sometimes fantasizes about what it would be like to be with another woman. I really could care less whether it ever actually happens — sometimes fantasy is better than reality — just thinking about it is a huge turn-on. Katerina doesn’t seem bothered at all by my “fetish” but she has told me not to hold my breath waiting for it to happen. And I’m not. Truthfully, I’m not sure what she would do if the opportunity presented itself. But it is nice to think about. Katerina is absolutely in her prime, both sexually and otherwise, and the fact that she has been open about her fantasies and her sexuality just makes her even more attractive.

A few months ago we went to E11even, a high end strip club in Miami that also has Cirque de Soleil-style shows, a nice restaurant and a rooftop lounge/bar. Katerina was definitely up for it — when she got to my place to go she was dressed in a sexy short, form-fitting dress and when we got in the car, she grabbed my hand and pulled it to her panty-less pussy. God she is sexy. When we were in the club, we were up in the balcony overlooking the stages and Katerina whispered in my ear that she wanted me to rub her pussy. While I was doing that, one of the dancers looked up and saw what was going on and smiled a wicked smile. Of course, I had to get Katerina a dance and we spent some time picking out the dancer she wanted. She chose a redhead with a few tattoos and a nice, trim body, named Mandy. When I approached Mandy to ask for the dance, she was talking to the tall blond who had spotted me rubbing Katerina’s pussy in the balcony. That girl, whose name was Tiffany, said she saw us on the balcony and grabbed my hand, and Mandy’s, and started pulling us to where the private rooms were. It looked like we were going to have two girls, but I wasn’t complaining. I won’t get too far into the details of that night , but suffice it to say that Katerina and I both got several lap dances and it was pretty hot. There was no penetration or pussy-licking involved in real life, but in my Fantasyland, all sorts of crazy and amazing things happened in that room. That night could fill the “spank bank” for a long time.

Katerina has a 9-yr old daughter who is a girl scout. And Katerina and her daughter recently went on a girl scout camping trip in Orlando with her troop and several of the moms. For current purposes, notable among the moms is one of Katerina’s friends, Jill, and the mom of a new girl in the troop, Anna. Katerina and Jill are not the kind of close friends that had ever shared intimate thoughts or feelings, but their daughters are very close and they have gotten to know each other fairly well. They just met Anna on this Girl Scout trip.

Anna is around 37, very fit, and appears to have both Latin and Asian blood. She is very attractive, but in a slightly masculine sort of way. She has short dark hair and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Katerina suspected she had others and wondered where they might be.

Jill is probably in her early 40s and is similarly attractive but in a much more feminine way. She has long blond hair, blue eyes, a nice figure and, like Katerina, is always impeccably dressed and put together. I know Katerina thinks she is beautiful and thinks very highly of her. There is a certain playful flirtatiousness between them, with joking expressions like “Hey Sexy,” “Hot Mama” and the like. I’ve wondered how much substance there is to it beneath the joking façade.

On the weekend of their camping trip, after a great day in the Magic Kingdom, the troop was back at the campsite enjoying dinner under the stars. Katerina loves her wine and brought a few bottles. For the moms, of course. Jill was like-minded and brought a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue. They had a nice dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs and the moms enjoyed their adult beverages too. After the daughters went to bed, the moms stayed out with their scotch, wine and girl talk. After a while, it was just Katerina, Anna and Jill still awake and outside. It was dark, but the campfire was still going and they were probably 20-25 yards from the closest of the tents.

Katerina has a bawdy side, especially when she gets a few glasses of wine in her. Apparently, Anna and Jill were ready to match it. And then some.

With the daughters (and the other moms) asleep in their tents, casino şirketleri the conversation naturally turned to sex. Anna and Jill are both married, but Katerina is divorced. Although it sounded like Anna and Jill both have an ample sex drive, their husbands either didn’t or were getting it on the side.

Jill was looking at an empty wine bottle on the table and Anna quipped “The way you’re looking at that bottle, it looks like you are thinking about taking it back to your tent for some playtime.”

All 3 women laughed.

Right on beat, Jill said “For as hard is it is to get [my husband] to fuck me these days, that’s actually sounding like a pretty good idea.”

“And it would certainly stay harder than his little whiskey dick — he drinks so much he can barely get it hard even on those rare occasions I can get him to have sex,” she added in a tone that indicated that she wasn’t entirely joking.

Sensing that Jill was getting a little sad, Katerina tried to lift her spirits by saying “That’s crazy! You’re hot! If he’s not up to it, I’m sure there are guys lined up waiting to get into your pants.”

“And quite a few girls too,” Anna said with a wink.

That was interesting, Katerina thought, not surprised by the sentiment but a little surprised that Anna said it. “So how about your sex life, Anna?” Jill asked.

“We have threesomes all the time,” Anna said with perfectly timed comedic pause before adding “me, my toys and internet porn.” The women howled and Katerina practically choked on a mouthful of wine.

“[My husband] doesn’t seem to care about sex with me anymore — I think he’s having an affair with his secretary. And you know what, I don’t really care that much. He was never very good at it anyhow,” said Anna.

“So, Hot Latina Princess, go ahead and tell us about sex after divorce,” Jill said to Katerina.

Katerina felt bad for her friends and their lackluster, or nonexistent, sex lives, but she told the truth.

“It’s amazing, really. When we are together without the kids we fuck like rabbits and it is just incredible. We are so in sync and he sometimes touches spots that have never been touched before. Even when we are not together, I am constantly horny and thinking about it. I never used to care about, or even like, having a guy go down on me but Evan has changed all that. He’s got a magic tongue.”

“Now I’m calling bullshit on that — guys just aren’t good at licking pussy,” Anna said.

Katerina and Jill were both a little shocked, not only at her use of the word “pussy” but the implication that if men aren’t good at it someone else must be.

Jill said, “Well if men aren’t good at it who is?” fully aware of the obvious answer but getting a little turned on and more than a little curious.

With a devilish grin and without a hint of blushing, Anna said “Let me put it this way, I could teach him a few things about ‘Dining at the Y.'”

“I’d teach my husband too, but he’d just use the knowledge gained on his slutty secretary, so what’s the point,” she added with a chuckle.

This is certainly getting interesting, thought Katerina.

“Sounds like you’ve got some experience beyond just watching a lot of internet porn during your ‘threesomes’,” Katerina said to Anna.

“Oh, I experimented a little in college and when I was younger,” Anna said. She paused for a few seconds and then added “Oh, why bullshit you beautiful ladies, it was more than just a little experimentation. I experimented enough that I could have changed my name to Louise Pasteur.” Again, the women laughed gustily.

“This is getting juicy,” said Jill smiling broadly.

“Stop making everything about you,” Katerina said to Jill with a deadpan expression of annoyance. “This isn’t about what’s going on in your panties, Miss Juicy Coochie,” Katerina added before another round of laughter.

“Tell us about one of your famous experiments, Madame Pasteur,” Katerina said.

“Well, since the cat, or more apropos, pussy, is already out of the bag,” Anna said, “I’ll tell you a little bedtime story.”

“About 70% of women will dyke-out under the right circumstances,” Anna started.

“Is that a scientific fact, Dr. Pasteur?” Jill asked sarcastically.

“It’s an educated guess that is backed up by some experimentation. This is the story of that grand experiment,” Anna said in a voice intended to sound like the narrator of a movie or documentary.

[Anna’s story is below]

“I had my first girl-girl experience my freshman year in college with a friend after a fraternity party. We were drunk and flirting and then flirting led to kissing and kissing led to boobie touching and the rest, as they say, is history. The details of that first time is a story for another day. But I loved it and had a few more lesbo experiences after that, including one with a girl who lived down the hall.

It’s getting late, so I only have time to tell you about one or two of my conquests. The first one was my roommate, Karla. She was a Colombian girl who grew up in Miami with a strict religious upbringing. Church every Sunday, casino firmaları confession each week, carried rosary beads, the whole nine yards. She was carrying an extra 10 lbs or so, about half of which was from the “Freshman 15” she was adding, but had beautiful dark tan skin and silky black hair with big brown eyes and dimples when she smiled. The extra 10 pounds, fortunately were in all the right places — her ass and her chest. I knew she would be a tough one to conquer, but since she was my roommate I knew I had plenty of time and opportunity to let my plan play out.

Back then there was no internet, except maybe in some academic settings, so porn wasn’t readily available like it is now. As my bi-side was growing I had bought a few adult magazines, including a few with a lot of girl-girl pics. I normally kept them hidden, but as part of my intended seduction of Karla I left one under my mattress, but sticking out a bit, and folded to a page with one girl licking another’s pussy.

I wanted her to find it and get her thinking, but figured she’d be too nervous and conservative to say anything about it. A few days later, I left a vibrator that I had just gotten in my top, underwear drawer and left it open when I went to class. Karla was a neat freak and always made sure everything was in its place, so I knew she would go to the drawer to close it and would see the vibrator. I also started hanging around naked in our room, flaunting my body, which was pretty damn good back then. At night I would masturbate under the blanket and moan softly, knowing she could hear it and knew what I was doing. Then I rented a lesbo porn video and left the VHS tape in the VCR (we had a small TV and VCR in the room) stopped at my favorite scene and with the input set so that it would come on when the TV was turned on. Karla watched Beverly Hills 90210 religiously in our room when it was on and I know she would see the video. I was gradually softening her up with female sexuality and lesbianism.

Karla was getting a little insecure about her weight. Beer and late night pizza and Chinese delivery were getting her a little overweight, as I mentioned, but it really did nothing to detract from her sexiness. But she thought it did and was feeling unattractive. One night she came home after studying with the guy she had a big crush on but he didn’t seem interested. She was upset and convinced it was because of the few pounds she had gained, sat on her bed and started crying. I moved toward her bed and sat next to her, giving her a hug and telling her she was beautiful and sexy. I started rubbing her back and caressing her hair and told her anyone who didn’t find her sexy was crazy, or gay. Unless it was a woman, in which case she obviously wasn’t gay.

When I said this, she quipped “well, I guess you’d know about that” before wishing she hadn’t said it and trying to apologize. I told her no apology was necessary and that yes, I would know about that. I then seductively told her that I could make her feel much better. She pulled away a little, but I held on.

I said, “Let me make you feel good. You don’t have to do anything. And nobody will ever know — it is our secret.” She was obviously reluctant, but also seemed to be considering it.

I am not a patient person, especially in a situation like this, so before she could say no I held the back of her head and kissed her. At first, there was no response but then her mouth opened and welcomed my tongue and before long it was a full-on makeout session. I started unbuttoning her shirt and she stopped and lightly pushed me away, saying we can’t be doing this, it is isn’t right, etc. I told her not only is it right, it’s fantastic, and that I knew she was curious. That she wouldn’t have to do anything — just lie back and let me make her feel good. I saw her resistance fade and then resumed unbuttoning her shirt before pushing her down onto the bed. I pulled her jeans off and then her little pink panties.

Moving back into a kiss, I caressed her incredible tits and then moved down, with my hand replaced with my mouth around her nipple and my hand moving down to rub her wet pussy. She started gasping and moaning and I then moved further down and licked down her stomach to her beautiful and now sopping wet pussy.

Her moans changed to a repeated chorus of “this is crazy”, “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” “Oh my God” and stuff like that. Finally I started licking her pussy, but was careful to only graze her clit periodically. I wanted to tease her and wanted this to last. When she started to get close to coming, I would slow down or move my licking a little bit. She was squirming and going crazy.

“Do you want me to stop?” I said.

“God no, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I need to come.” she said.

“Then tell me what to do”

“Keep doing it”

“Doing what?” I asked, before giving an occasional lick to keep her hot.

“What you are doing?”

“Be more specific. I need to hear you say it” Again a small lick to keep her going.

“Eat my pussy. Lick my pussy. Please. Pleeeeaaassseeee” she said with gritted teeth but güvenilir casino quietly enough to not be heard by others in the hallway or in the rooms next to ours.

“You’re not a selfish girl are you?” I asked.

“What? what are you talking about?” she asked, plainly annoyed and frustrated.

“Well, you’re not going to have me get you off and then return the favor, are you? I asked.

“B-B-But you said I didn’t have to do anything? That you’d just make me feel good” she said.

“Haven’t I made you feel good?” I asked.

“Yes”

“Then I’ve held up my end of the bargain. I never said I’d do it until you came without any payback in return.” And then a resumed a teasing licking before asking again “Do you want to come?”

“I need to come,” she said.

“I can help you if you help me” I said.

“What do I have to do?” she asked.

“I’m pretty sure you know, but just to be clear I want to hear you say it.”

“OK, I’ll do it”

“What will you do?”

“I’ll go down on you” Karla said

“What will you do down there? I need details” I said

“I’ll eat you out! I’ll lick your pussy! I’ll do whatever you want, just make me come!” she said before pulling my head into her pussy. Before long, I could tell she was getting close and I ran my tongue in circles around her clit as fast as I could before a huge orgasm overcame her. I gave her some time to recover and saw a huge smile come across her lips.

“Now it’s payback time'” I said as I laid back on the bed and spread my naked legs open wide. She came over nervously, looking at my pussy with a sense of both wonder and trepidation. Then she dropped her head and started cautiously licking. She seemed to like it and started to really get into it. She was a natural.

I said, “Mmmmm, you’re really good at that. You are a natural-born pussy licker.”

She started licking faster and more eagerly. “Lick that pussy, Lezzie. Keep licking like you were always meant to. You are a little pussy hound. I love seeing your beautiful face covered with my pussy juice. Oh, what I little dyke slut you are. You love that pussy. You can’t get enough of that pussy.”

With each demeaning comment she seemed to get even more turned on and more eager to make me come.

“Who’s my pussy pleaser?” I asked.

“I am,” she said.

“Who’s going to be my lesbo slave?” I asked.

“I am,” she said.

“What are you?” I asked.

“I am your pussy pleaser and your lesbian slave, mistress,” Karla said obediently.

With that I came like I had never come before. College was great.” Anna said, finishing her story.

As she was telling the story, Anna noticed that both Katerina and Jill were flushed. Both had started squirming in their seats. Katerina was squeezing her legs together and it looked like she hadn’t taken a breath in about 10 minutes. Jill had actually spread her legs a little and started rubbing her pussy through her jeans, first as surreptitiously as possible and then more boldly and somewhat obviously.

When the story was over, Anna was horny as hell and a big, wicked smile crossed her lips as she looked at Katerina and Jill. “Well ladies,” she said, “I’m glad you enjoyed my story. I’m going to bed.”

She moved toward Katerina, gave her a goodnight kiss on the check that was pretty close to the lips and lingered longer than normal, and whispered in Katerina’s ear “Feel free to come by to say a more proper goodnight.”

She then moved to Jill, gave her a warm hug, and whispered “If you need anything — anything at all — don’t hesitate to ask.” And then she turned and walked to her tent.

As Anna walked away toward her tent, Katerina and Jill looked at each other and, at exactly the same time, said “Wow!” before both laughing.

“Well, that was really, ah, something, huh?” said Katerina.

“Yes it was,” Jill agreed. “Yes it was.”

“So,” Jill asked, “were you an experimenter in college?”

“No, I didn’t go to college until I was 28 and already married, so it really wasn’t a traditional college experience,” Katerina said. “How about you?”

“Well, like they say, big cats are dangerous, but a little pussy never hurt anyone,” Jill said with a chuckle. Katerina would have been shocked to hear that a half hour ago, but after seeing Jill’s reaction to Anna’s story it was now only a mild surprise.

“The first story was good, but I’m still not sleepy,” Katerina said before making a pouty face and in a little girl voice saying “Tell me another bedtime story.”

“OK, here goes,” said Jill.

[Jill then started her story]

“I’ve only ever really done it one time, and that was a long time ago when I was in law school. A group of us from my law school study group went out to a club on South Beach to blow off some steam and stress after exams. My boyfriend at the time was kind of a jerk, but he was pretty hot and had a massive cock,” Jill said laughing. “But that’s not really relevant to this story,” she added before continuing. “He was the jealous type and was always getting upset when other guys would look at me or flirt with me.” “And I was pretty fucking hot back then,” she said in a way that made it clear that she was joking, but also that she believed it 100%. Katerina believed it too, as Jill was still pretty hot 20 years later.

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