Honey In A Jar

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This story is an ‘unofficial tie in’ to another one of my works. You might even recognize the movie and the song that appears in the other story. My critics seem to enjoy picking me apart for my rather old fashioned views on love, sex, and d/s. That’s ok by me. I can write faster than they can. Thanks for reading.

The night before was still floating lazily in my daydreams. We had been intimate for the first time, touched each other as lovers and discovered the hidden joys of one another. We were in her apartment in town. We sat and watched Nine And A Half Weeks after a take out dinner. Each moment that passed I was less attentive to the movie and more absorbed by her. Her hair was warm and soft against my shoulder. My arm was around her. I could feel her body move lightly with its own internal grace. She was wearing a black floral print silk blouse and a long black skirt of some light, cool material. Touching it reminded me of touching a patch of cool damp moss. As the movie drew near an end we found ourselves kissing, slowly exploring one another. Her hands always fascinated me. She had such slender, talented fingers. Something about being near her made me always want to hold her hands in mine. Like clutching a talisman. She was so achingly beautiful. That first night we made love and reveled in one another’s presence. She’s gone now, and I look back on our memories together with a mixed sense of loss and awe. The next evening she was to have dinner with me at my place. It was an evening that I will never forget or let pass into obscurity.

I was standing in my kitchen when she arrived. I could hear her car idle for a second in the driveway. I was busily finishing up with dinner. I got a secret pleasure from cooking for her. The effort took on a greater meaning somehow, knowing she would be there to enjoy it with me. I was comfortably barefoot, wearing a black denim t-shirt and blue jeans. The smooth, cool linoleum floor felt good under my feet. I had the ac running all day, so the air inside was cool and inviting. Outside it was a typical Alabama summer day. I could look out my window facing the road and see the heat rising in distorted waves above the asphalt. I was cooking Italian. Pasta Alfredo with home made bread, sweet cherry tomatoes and a huge pitcher of iced tea. Lots of fresh lemons cut up into wedges in a bowl chilling in the refrigerator. She was a confirmed bacholerette, so I knew that it wasn’t too often that someone cooked for her. Like I said, I was enjoying it anyway. I could hear footsteps as she walked up the steps of my front porch.

My cat Christine ran to the door to be let out. Cats live with a secret urgency that applies to everything they do, and ‘stine is no exception. I opened the door and she bolted out past her legs. Our eyes met, and for a moment in my mind I could see a likeness of her atop a marble column. A Venus standing here on my porch in a blue jean skirt and a black button up blouse. I let her in and we hugged. In that brief space of time I drank in the smell of her skin, her hair, the warmth of her against me, the press of her breasts against my chest, her firm and slender frame in my arms. Somehow I felt more alive and real in that brief moment. Like somehow something had expanded and the world had a new dimension to it. It was difficult for me to tell just what it was I was feeling.

We sat on my couch, and she told me about her day at work. I sat and listened, rapt with every word ( I was watching her mouth move as she talked ) She was a tall, slender woman. Very feminine, very pleasing to the eye. She had shoulder length dark brown curly hair. Fair, clean looking skin. A natural smile on her face, at all times it seemed. She had crystalline blue eyes, they always amazed and moved me. The first time I saw her, standing in the door of her apartment, I found myself thinking that I could marry a woman like this. She was all the things that fascinated and excited me about women. Everything about her was touchable, kissable. I was very infatuated with her.

I got up to check on dinner as we talked. Stirring the pasta, taking the cherry tomatoes out of the little plastic box and rinsing them in the sink. The house was full of the aroma of fresh bread. I bought a bread maker a year or so before, and had used it almost religiously since. I got the metal basket out of the bread maker and turned it upside down, gave it a sharp rap on the bottom and a neat rectangular loaf of bread popped out. It smelled good, it was warm and heavy in my hands. I wrapped it in a clean dishtowel and sat it on the kitchen counter to cool. We chatted as I worked, moving from place to place in the kitchen readying for our dinner. I filled two wide mouth mason jars with ice and sat them in the freezer to chill.

Having her here to talk with was very refreshing. I asked her if she’d like a mixed drink, and she politely declined – after dinner maybe she said. I turned off the eyes of the stove, took a dishtowel and doubled it over and picked up the big boiler with the pasta in it, to drain it. Steam rose lazily from the sink as I poured the boiling water out. I poured the pasta into a sieve to drain and got my good dishes down from the pantry.

A pendik escort few minutes later we were sitting indian style on my living room floor eating dinner. My coffee table was pushed to the center of the floor so we could stretch our legs. I took every opportunity to look at her as she talked. She had a subtle grace about her. We talked and laughed, and ate while music played quietly in the background. I finished my dinner first ( I’m a guy, of course I would ). I got to put my dishes away. While I was up I got a lighter, and went around my living room lighting candles here and there. I have had a love for candles for a long time, and with time I have learned which ones are appropriate for which occasion. Chestnut scented candles and gardenia scented candles are my two favorites. This particular night I had ten or so pillar candles, all chestnut. I lit each one and turned the lights out. The room was cast into a dim, golden black light. Our shadows flickered and danced around in the shifting light. I sat next to her as she finished her dinner, my shoulder close to hers.

I leaned close and nuzzled her neck, speaking to her lowly.

“Is everything ok hon.?”

“Yes, dinner’s just great. I was really hungry. Work gave me such a headache today. I feel a lot better now that I have eaten something.”

“Do you want something for your headache? I have some Advil.”

“No, I might later. It feels like it’s backing off. I think I might feel better after I take a bath.”

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“Would you like me to give you a bath honey? I’ll make you some hot tea and you can soak and relax.”

She turned and kissed me sweetly.

“Yes.” she said under half lidded eyes.

I took her dishes and put them away. I made two drinks – Irish crime and butterscotch schnapps. Good for feeling warm and comfy. I sat next to her and gave her the drink.

“Here honey. Sip on this and I’ll run your bath water.”

“Thank you.” she said quietly.

My master bathroom is adjoining to my bedroom, separated only by a wall with an open partition and an arch above the door. On top of the arch I keep five pillar candles, all a deep cobalt blue. When lit they smell like the ocean. A light, airy fragrance. I put the stopper in the tub and drew the bath. I walked back in the living room and she was singing along with the radio, head down and eyes closed. The music seemed to drift through the air with a physical presence.

‘ time to take her home her dizzy head is conscience laden ‘

‘ time to take a ride it leaves today no conversation ‘

I touched her hand and she opened her eyes and looked up at me. Seeing her at my feet gave me a pleasant mental image. She took my hand and I helped her to her feet. I led her through the kitchen to my bedroom, taking the drink from her hand and putting the glass in the sink on the way. We walked into my bed room and she closed the door behind us. We turned to one another and embraced. Her body felt warm and awaiting in my arms. We kissed, lingering in the moment. I kissed her neck, whispered to her.

“I know you’ve had a long day. Let me take care of you for a little while.”

She responded with a long sigh. I slowly ran my hands down the arch of her back, holding her close to me and kissing her. One button at a time I unbuttoned her blouse. With each button I exposed more of her skin, seeming to glow in the candlelight. My fingers brushed the fabric of her bra and she moved slightly. I removed her blouse, reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, pulled it away and let it fall to the floor. Seeing her bare breasted was an enticing pleasure. Her breasts were well shaped, firm with a graceful swell. Her nipples were small and pert, pink like coral. I glided my hands along the flat of her stomach and up to the swell of each breast. Her breath quickened as I held them, leaned close and kissed her passionately.

I reached behind her, and her skirt fell to the floor with a silent whisper. I knelt down, relishing every inch of he skin, so tempting and warm just within inches of my touch. She was wearing dark red panties, almost a cranberry color. I pulled them down slowly, lingering in the anticipation of seeing her sex. Her pubic hair was neat, rectangular. A jet-black patch just above her crotch. The skin just above her vagina was a mild pink, gradually increasing to an increasing pale red as it traced down into her labia. Her clitoris was a small pink triangle. I breathed a rush of hot air on her clitoris, ran my hands up her thighs, felt a tremble there.

“I need to turn the water off.” I said to her in a quiet voice. I rose up, and as I did I gingerly slid my finger up across her vagina. She kissed me and I went to turn the water off.

The bathroom was full of rolling, lazy steam. I got a big towel down from a shelf and put it onto the sink next to the tub. I took her hand and led her to the tub. She dipped a toe in, then slowly stepped into the tub. I held her hand as she lie down in the water.

“Is your head still hurting baby?” I asked.

“Yes but not nearly as bad.”

“Let me get you some Advil. Would you like some hot tea?”

“I don’t think I need the Advil, but some tea would escort pendik be nice.”

I went back into the kitchen, got out a big coffee mug and filled it with water and put it in the microwave. While the water heated I got the tea bags and a jar of honey. When the water was ready, I put the tea bag in the water and held it under the surface of the water with a spoon. I remembered her telling me on the phone one night how she liked her tea. Good thing I remembered. When the water was a dark brown I took the tea bag out and threw it in the trash. I took the cup and the honey jar back into the bathroom and knelt beside her.

“Do you want a lot of honey?”

“No, just about two level spoons.”

I had the kind of honey jar with the wooden paddle inside the lid. I rolled the paddle around and drew it out. Held it up for her to see.

“That about enough?”

“Just right. Thank you.”

I dipped the paddle into the mug, swirled it around and put it back in the jar, and sat the honey jar on the sink.

“I’ll bathe you while that cools.”

She didn’t respond, just closed her eyes and lowered herself deeper into the water. I opened the cabinet under the sink and got out a small bottle of chamomile oil. I put the small plastic bottle in the bathwater. The bottle bobbed and floated. I got a towel, folded it over and tucked it under her head gently. I leaned close and kissed her, her tongue met mine. My hand found her breasts, nipples barely poking up above the surface of the water. I took a sponge and dipped it in the water, and lathered it with soap until it was covered in thick white foam. I started at her shoulders, then her neck, lingering at her breasts, applying gentle pressure with the sponge. I washed her stomach, lifted each arm and ran the sponge lightly down the length of both. I held her hands up one at a time, and with slow deliberation washed them, held them in my own and squeezed the sponge between them.

For several moments I sat there, eyes closed, our hands clasped together. I placed her hands at her stomach, found myself thinking of an exotic sleeping beauty. I washed her legs, raising each one up with one hand, washing them with other. I washed her feet, entwined my fingers between her toes and covered them in lather. I ran the sponge back up to her thighs, took great time and leisure in washing her thighs, slathering her pubic hair with foam, rubbing the sponge with slight friction against her vagina. She exhaled a long moaning breath. ( I was having am incredible hard time not interrupting her bath by jumping in the tub with her )

I dipped the sponge in the water, squeezed it and dipped it again. I rinsed her off with a pleasant ease, taking my time to retrace my path, enjoying the view along the way. Lying there with her eyes closed, she seemed so much at peace. I put the sponge away and grabbed the bottle of oil. It was warm now. I took the cap off and poured a thin bead in the water just below her chest. I held the bottle up, let a fat drop fall on a nipple, and her eyes opened. Her eyes were beautiful to me, so exotic and rare in their beauty. A pure, almost dark ice blue. Like a slab of frozen blue cobalt sitting in bright sunlight. She smiled sweetly at me. I was so pleased that she was enjoying herself.

I ran a bead of oil down the entire length of her body. The drops floating in the water gave off a golden liquid reflection in the candlelight. With the steam rising from the water, the oil shimmering on the surface of the water, her beautiful face framed by the white tile, she looked like some graceful phoenix about to rise to life from ash. To this day it pangs at my heart how beautiful she was to me. I capped the bottle and put it away. I put a hand at her back, lifted her upward into a sitting position. She leaned forward and kissed me. I placed my hand on her chest, began to rub the oil into her skin. The scent of chamomile and clean skin was strong in the room. I kissed her again, closed my eyes, let my hands wander. I felt the lithe musculature under her skin, the firm flat of her stomach, her strong, slender legs. Under my hands she felt like a great spring slowly uncoiling. For that I was proud.

“Do you want your tea now? It should be cool enough to drink.”

“Yes please. That was so nice. Thank you. I feel so much better.”

I gave her the cup. She drank in small sips, no words between us. I got the towel from the sink and laid it in my lap.

“Take your time honey. I am enjoying every second of you being here.”

She drank her tea, ladylike. When she had enough she handed me the mug. ( the mug was still over half full – I believe in overkill when it comes to simple pleasures ) I took the cup and sat it to one side, stood up with her towel. I took her hand to help her to her feet. When she stood up, the water ran down her skin in an electric sheen like she was slowly turning to gold. Her skin was beaded in a million pinpoints of amber colored light, highlighting every line of her body, clinging to every curve and accentuating her slender frame. A bead of oil perched atop each nipple, drops of water nestled in her pubic hair like drops of gold. Every inch of her skin was alive in the candlelight, pendik escort bayan reflecting in a billion mirror images shining feebly in the steamy haze.

I wanted to grapple her, kiss her hard, kiss her breasts, kiss her stomach, suck the water from her nipples, drink the water from her pubic hair and bury my tongue in her crotch. And she stood there like a perfect Venus dipped in liquid gold.

I held the towel to her, she stepped out of the tub and walked into me. I wrapped the towel around her and we fell into a long deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me even closer to her. Her skin was hot and soft next to me. The scent of her skin, chamomile and chestnut was alive and strong in the air. I reached behind, below her, and picked her up and sat her on the sink. She ground her tongue inside my mouth, approvingly. I opened the towel. It fell back onto the sink. I kissed her neck, languishing the smooth hot skin, kissed her cheeks, her mouth again, gently bit her bottom lip and sucked on it. I kissed her chin, ran my tongue down her neck to her chest, caressed her breasts with my tongue, my mouth, felt her nipple grow hard against my cheek. I greedily sucked her nipples, squeezing her breasts. I could feel her shudder.

She ran her fingers through my hair, locked them together there at the back of my head, pulling me hard against her. My hand found her stomach, teased her belly button, then glided down to her crotch. I looked into her eyes, kissed her once again, then knelt onto the floor in front of her. Her sex was fragrant, warm and sweet. I slowly kissed her there, parting her labia with my tongue, sucking slowly at her clit. She moaned, a cooing sigh. I felt her grip grow tighter, much to my pleasure. I slid my tongue down, into that fragrant velvet seam. She groaned, pulled me closer. I reached behind her, gripped her ass firmly, buried my face deeper into her sex. I forcefully probed my tongue inside her, with slow deliberate revolutions. Lapping up to her clit, gently biting and sucking at it and back down. She was breathing heavier now, exhaling audibly.

She spoke, a labored moan.

“Oh, honey.”

An image raced across my mind. I took my hands from her ass, placed them above me on her stomach. And I stopped. She took one harsh breath and waited for me to return. When I didn’t in the space of a few seconds, she opened her eyes to find me staring solidly at her.

“Baby?” She said. “What’s wrong?”

” Honey…”

“Yes baby? What is it? Why did you stop??”

I pushed her back against the mirror, a gentle but firm push. Grasped her left breast and reached beside her. Picked up the honey jar. I pulled the paddle from the jar, ran it across her mouth. Kissed her fiercely. Braced her neck with my left hand, ran the sticky little wand down her chest, slathered her breasts in honey. Dipped the paddle back in the jar, brought it out dripping and lathered it across her stomach. She was crying, laughing, and moaning all in rapid succession.

Each time the cool wand touched her skin she jumped, each time I would kiss her even more forcefully, our tongues grinding together, our chins tacky with the sticky honey. Ran the wand down to her crotch, rubbed the wand into her pubic hair until it was a sticky matted patch, dipped it back into the jar, brought it out dripping again. I slowly, deliciously drove the wand against her sex. She squealed, ground against my hand with delirious friction, her hips pistoning forward.

Her hand found my zipper, pulled it down, snatched the button on my jeans loose. I threw the wand aside, pulled my pants down, immediately she was pulling my underwear away. I rubbed my hands on her chest, grasping her breasts, smearing the sticky honey into her skin. She grabbed my hands, entwined her fingers in mine. She let go of my hands, grabbed my cock in one hand, began stroking it slowly. Cupping my testicles with the other, rubbing them as she stroked my cock. I pulled away, kissed her again, knelt down and buried my tongue in that sweet, sticky puddle of sex between her thighs. She ran her sticky fingers through my hair, groaning and mewling, bucking madly.

I felt her tense, and began sucking madly at her clit. She drew a deep hitching breath, pushed me violently into her crotch and came in a sweet gusher. A low guttural grunt escaped from her. My face and chin were plastered in warm fragrant sex, thick ropes of honey and sex clinging to my chin and her clitoris. I rose, held her close, felt a seismic shudder roll over her, slid my finger inside her and gently rubbed her g spot. She lolled her head back, thrust her hips against me hard and grabbed my hand, not letting it move back any, and cried aloud as a second orgasm rolled over her. I felt a warm flood around my hand as I held her there for several long moments, then pulled her to me, caressed her clit with the head of my cock, then slid my cock inside and a madly fucked her. Our skin was glued together in a sheet of sweet tacky honey, her nipples hard against my chest, I buried my tongue in her mouth and drank long sweet kisses as I grasped her ass, with each muscular tug I felt myself coming closer. Lost in abandon, no want to prolong it, seized and rampant with animal lust and lost in the grips of an uncontrollable fuck. I felt my climax growing near, with drew from her, took her hand and placed it on my cock. Under her rapid breath she said lowly ” no baby. “

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Jake sighed impatiently as he looked nervously at his watch for probably the 5th time in the last 20 seconds. Of course, it’s kind of hard to be impatient when your awaiting the arrival of a first date. Even more so when it happens to be a blind date set up by your best friend and his wife who just want “everyone to be as happy as they are”. He was so sick of them saying that. He was their friend, but damn, he’d love to strangle them every time they said that.

Jake wasn’t a bad looking guy, in fact he was rather handsome. At 6 foot 3 inches, and weighing a decent 190 lbs, he attracted quite a lot of glances from women passing by. No, finding a woman wasn’t a problem, keeping a woman was the problem. Just out of college for two years, he was determined to start his own business as an architect, and this of course meant long workings hours, stretches of financial hardships from time to time, and not much time for any woman in his life. So, he had agreed to this blind date. Why? Even he didn’t have the answer to that.

“Shit!” he thought to himself, as a blonde bombshell walked into the Italian restaurant. “oh I sure hope that’s her.” Of course, it wasn’t. No blind dates ever turned out that well. He was almost ready to walk out and go home when, seemingly out of nowhere, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Turning around he found himself face to face with an absolutely beautiful brunette woman. He guessed she was 5’5″, no more than 130 pounds, and absolutely could not get his eyes off the dress she was almost wearing. A skimpy black dress, a slit up the right leg allowing a little glimpse into her velomtuous long legs, tailored to her size to really come in at the waist, and strapless, drawing all the more attention to her nicely sized breasts that seemed to shout “Look at us!”. Lost in a little daze, Jake didn’t realize he was staring at her chest until he felt her hand under his chin, lightly guiding his head upward.

“Hi, I’m up here big fella”, she laughed slightly, not really annoyed, in fact, kind of flattered. “You Jake?” A non-verbal nod was the only response his body was capable of. “I’m Sarah. Gosh how long have u been standing here? I’ve been waiting at our table for almost 20 minutes, I didn’t think you were going to show up!” Jake finally came to his senses, shaking off the sudden daze and confusion.

“What? 20 minutes? Gee, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had made reservations, I was looking for you to come through the door.” She laughed again.

“It’s all right, c’mon, lets go sit down”. She lead the way to the table, which Jake was more than happy to allow, as it gave him a nice, free, guiltless look of her ass, swaying ever so softly from side to side as she took each step with those long legs. Thing’s were seeming to look up for him, this woman was hot!

The two of them sat down and ordered, made small chit chat while they waited for their meals. The usual stuff, how old they were, what they did, why there were set up on a blind date, simple things to pass the time. Every so often, Sarah would reach for her water glass, take a sip and put it back down. However after she put it down, each time, she scooted in her chair a little bit, as well as a few inches closer to Jake. He was unaware of this for quite a while until he noticed she was practically sitting next to him.

Eventually the food came. Sarah had ordered a light veal plate, whereas Jake had himself a decent sized leg of lamb. It tasted wonderful to them both, and their conversation really started to go places. They kept up a pretty fast moving dialog, that really never dwindled into anything such as the weather. When the meal started to come to a finish, Sarah became more and more physical, with her flirtation. While she used one arm, propped on it’s elbow to hold up her head and stare at him with enchanting blue eyes, the other hand was not so visible, to anyone else that is. She began putting her hand under the table, and lightly drawing lines back and forth with her fingers on Jake’s leg. Feeling this, not only was Jake relieved the attraction was mutual, it was making him extremely aroused. As Sarah became a little more bold, placing her entire palm on his leg, she moved it toward his crotch more closely than at any time during the night. She found what she was looking for bursa escort too; he was very erect. She smiled widely to Jake as she stroked the top of his member. Jake let out a small sigh, very much enjoying this temptation. Leaning over, Sarah whispered in his ear.

“Let’s get the check, will have desert at my place”, she leaned back and gave a small wink. Jake needed no encouragement. Raising his hand and calling the waiter to bring the check, and in a hurry at that. After paying, they quickly exited the restaurant arm in arm outside. A more observant person would have noticed bother their hands were much lower around each other than their waists. They hailed for a cab and quickly got in, Sarah giving the cab driver very quick instructions, as she didn’t want to keep her mouth occupied with something as frivolous as talking. Jake, on the other hand, had no talking to do, as his mouth was all over her neck and lips, sliding his tongue inside Sarah’s mouth, dancing with her own. The thoughts going through each other’s mind were identical. “Damn I want it”.

After what seemed like an eternity lavishing each other with their tongues in the back seat, the cab finally arrived at Sarah’s apartment building. Jake threw almost twice what the cab fair was, but his mind was on much more important things. Luckily, Sarah lived on the first floor, had they had to use the elevator, they never would have made it to her apartment. Closing the door behind them, the two passionately enveloped each other’s mouth exploring every crevice on the inside with their tongues.

Abruptly, Sarah stopped and pushed him away. Jake was a little confused, but reassured as a grin with the evident appearance of only one word grew on Sarah’s face; lust. She put a finger to his lips and led him silently by the hand to her bedroom. Motioning for Jake to sit on the bed, Sarah grabbed something out of her nightstand and walked into the connected bathroom in the corner of the room. She blew him a kiss and closed the door. Jake, hornier than ever, furiously worked to undo his tie and belt. It seemed as if he had lost his thumbs, the way he fumbled around trying to get them off.

The bathroom door opened, and Jake forgot all about his tie and belt. Standing there, illuminated by the dim glow of the bathroom light behind her, was Sarah. Resting one arm against the doorframe, she posed to let Jake take in her absolute beauty.

“What do you think?” she asked. The only response Jake gave was a noticeable twitching in his pants. No longer in the black evening gown, Sarah had changed into one of the sexiest looking pieces of white lingerie that Jake had ever seen. Nothing was left to the imagination as the see-through silk top was left unbuttoned, leaving about an inch-wide line down her middle of uncovered skin, that highlighted the inside of her breasts. The bottom however, had even less to cover her up. The silk white stockings went all the way from her waist to her feet, which was the most covered part of her lower body, as the panties were crotchless.

Jake gave out a low moan as he looked at her, absorbing her appearance, every inch of her body. Slowly Sarah walked towards the bed. Jake stood up, and slowly moved behind her. Putting his hands on the sides of her shoulders, he bent his head to the side and delicately and softly began making tiny circles on her neck with his tongue. Sarah moaned lowly, tilting her head to the side to allow him better access, and putting her hand behind his head, urging it further into the softness of her flawless skin. Sliding the her top off with his hands, Jake took his hands, wrapping them around her, and cupping a full breast in each, while continuing his efforts on her neck. Cupping and lifting them ever so lightly, he used his thumb and forefinger on each hand to gently take her now hard nipples, pinching them lightly, as well as moving them around in a circular motion.

Sarah was in a state of absolute euphoria, she had never been with anyone that could make such gentle moves so intense and incredible. As if by instinct, she reached behind herself, and began fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Finally pulling it down, she wasted no time in reaching in and grabbing is rock hard cock and giving it a good squeeze. They both moaned simultaneously, and bursa escort bayan she could feel the blood surging through it. She could actually feel his heartbeat quicken as she wrapped her hand around the shaft, and used her thumb to gently massage the head.

Jake couldn’t take much more of this foreplay, he spun Sarah quickly around, and while planting a long sensual kiss on her lips, ripped the shirt off his back, sending buttons sprawling in every direction. Sarah groaned in pleasure at the sight of his well sculpted chest, and stomach. Running her hands over his pecks, down to his hard abs. Breaking off the kiss, she slowly began to make a trail with her tongue down his chest, over his stomach, right above where the pants line began. She used both hands to yank both the pants and underwear down in a single movement, and gasped in delight as his proud and erect cock shot up and looked her strait in the face. Beginning by tracing her fingers over the head, she reached her own head to the underside, sticking out her tongue and softly trailing from the base of the underside of the shaft back up to the head. However, she felt enough time was wasted already. Opening her mouth, in one movement, drove his cock straight into her mouth, running her tongue along the underside.

Jake could do nothing but throw his head back, let his eyes roll into the back of his head, and let his fingers unconsciously run through Sarah’s luxurious brown hair. Wrapping her lips around his cock, she began to rapidly bob her head up and down on his incredible shaft, using a hand to jack the base of it at the same time sending Jake into new levels of pleasure. It had been a while since either had any sex, and Jake knew he wouldn’t last long at this pace. He was barely able to utter the words he was so lost in the pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop….!” He said in a low voice, but this only made Sarah double her efforts, quickening her pace, sucking his hard cock as if it meant life or death, desperately wanting to feel the warm sensation of hot cum running down her throat. It didn’t take long for her to be rewarded for her efforts. Throwing his head back and grabbing either side of her head with his hands, pushing her mouth further down his cock, Jake erupted in a long overdue tidal wave of ecstasy as jet after jet squirted from his quivering member down into her throat.

“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh gooooooooooodddddddddd!!!!!!” Jason didn’t care if anyone heard him, he was too lost in the moment to care. Although it only lasted about 20 seconds, it felt like his orgasm lasted for hours, as Sarah milked any remaining cum from his dick as she suck furiously and hard. Taking her mouth off and releasing the suction, she ran her mouth and tongue all over his cock trying to lap up any stray droplets of cum she may have missed. Jake was breathing heavily…a huge smile across his face. He leaned over and picked Sarah up to her feet, and drove his tongue almost as deep as his cock had just been in her mouth. Sarah wrapped her arms around him and jumped slightly as Jake grabbed the back of her thighs, holding her up in the air, never releasing the embrace of their kiss.

Walking slowly over to the bed, Jake set her down on her back, her legs propped up like triangles, giving Jake his first real look and her gorgeous pussy. He smiled as he saw not a single strand of hair, or even the sight of any stubble. He reached up and grabbed both breasts with his hands, which were then covered by Sarah’s own hands, as he drove his mouth and tongue strait at her cunt. He furiously began lapping at it like a dog drinking water, loving the sweet taste of her most sacred of places. Bringing one hand down next to his head, he stopped licking momentarily as he drove two fingers into the bottom of her pussy, past the outer and inner lips, fingering around inside her love channel. With the fingers still inside her cunt, he returned to his oral duties, this time going strait for her clit with his mouth. He licked in small circles around the tiny bud, and smiled as he heard Sarah moan above him. He continued his efforts as such, licking little circles around her clit while ramming his 2 fingers in and out of her pussy. Taking his other hand down away from his breast, and no longer ramming her with the fingers escort bursa on the other, instead he used his thumbs to spread her lips further apart, giving him much better access to her beautiful clit. He wasted no time in driving his mouth down, lapping his tongue in every which way, wanting to explore every crevice. He felt her begin to buck her hips, and knew she must be close. It was good timing as well, as his cock now had regained his hardness and was ready to perform the duty it was created to do.

To her minor disappoint, Sarah watched as he pulled her head away from her crotch. The disappointment didn’t last long though as she soon saw it’s replacement come into view. Jake slowly ran the tip of his cock along the slit of her cunt, teasing her with every stroke, driving even more desire into her already lust filled head. Sarah looked up at him, but it was no longer Sarah. No, this was someone entirely different, this was no longer Sarah but an animal in the wild, in dire need of being pleasured. The look on her face, so full of lust and desire almost looked demonic and she shouted out to Jake.

“FUCK ME YOU BASTARD FUCK ME WITH THAT HARD COCK NOW!!”

Jake needed no more encouragement as in one thrust, along with the help of Sarah who wrapped her legs around his lower back, slid deep into her most secret crevices. The both moaned in pure ecstasy as the duty of their sexual organs was being fulfilled. Jake, slowly at first, withdrew almost completely out, before ramming himself again even harder. Harder and harder, faster and faster he drove into her, her slick pussy juice giving his cock the lubrication it needed to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Without removing his dick from her, Jake once again picked up Sarah, but this time not so lovingly as he shoved her back against the wall and thrust upward with every muscle in his body. Jake was also now gone. He too had lost to his passion, his thoughts being replaced with animalistic instincts, who’s only purpose and desire was to make sure he drove every last inch of his cock deep into this woman’s cunt.

Sarah was in pure bliss feeling this stallion fill her to her absolute capacity. The only thing she could do was moan and encourage him more as she clawed at his back and sucked on his neck. Never before had she felt such intense waves of pleasure run through her as she felt her orgasm once again rising, trying to complete its task. Jake too felt this, and put her back on the bed. Stepping back momentarily, removing himself from her just for a moment, he grabbed her ankles in his hands and shoved himself forward, so the tip of his cock was just touching her outer lips. For one of those moments that seems to last forever, he stared down at this elegant majestic woman, covered in the mixture of their body fluids, wanting nothing than to be filled with his throbbing cock. He quickly leaned over and shoved his mouth onto hers, for one last kiss, before bringing his head back up and driving his cock further in her cunt than he had all night. He held her ankles apart, giving him more and more access to this beloved thing of nature. Pounding into her with every last ounce of strength within his body, desperately trying to fulfil his purpose of shooting wads and wads of cum into the recesses of her cunt.

They both felt it at the same time, their oncoming releases. His cock began to throb, her hips began to once again buck. Jake gave a few quick thrusts before, with whatever he hand left, gave one last hard shove into her as he felt the walls of her pussy contract around his cock, which was now erupting with cum. They stayed like that for a few moments, almost frozen in time. No words were coming from their mouths, only moans, groans, gasps, sighs and screams. Their two bodies becoming as one momentarily, each feeling each others ultimate level of pleasure sweep over them.

After what seemed like forever, it just stopped, and Jake, releasing her ankles from his grasp, collapsed in a heap of exhaustion, pleasure, and satisfaction next to her. top of her. They looked at each other, and hugged in a loving embrace, as their animalistic tendencies left them, and they became human again, lavishing each other with kisses. Within minutes, they were both asleep in each other’s arms. He was still inside her however, the result of their fucking showing as the mixture of their cums oozed out through the small holes that were left around his cock. The cock seemed to fit perfectly, like it had found it’s place in the world, it’s home, home sweet home.

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Returning Home is a Furry Experience Ch. 01

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Characters:

Walter and Mary Fenmoore – Ashes in a jar.

Nancy and Bill Fenmoore – Daughter and Son.

Endowed [or not]:

Mary – five/six, shoulder length medium auburn, full medium breasts. Re-interview. A live-in keeper and Ashley’s lover.

Tina – petite, long dark auburn, olive skin, exotic. Non-starter

Nina – thin, five/eight, mousy blond, gray eyes, smallish breasts and nervous. Seduced in interview. Nancy’s pet. Permanent live in and Bridgett’s lover.

Ashley – five/eight, blue eyes, short pageboy dark hair, generous breasts and JLo lips. Seduces Nancy and suck off Bill. Re-interview, live in and Mary’s lover.

Carol – Not so bright with voluptuous body. Non-starter

Bridgett – five/nine, blue eyes, blond, buxom. Re-interview seduction by Nina and her live in pet.

Two other boring non-starters.

1

In their paranoia over Nancy getting pregnant, getting into drugs, mixing with the wrong crowd and drinking her parents had sent her to a very strict private boarding school at age 13. When Nancy left for boarding school she had been a shy, scrawny, be-spectacled, wiry red headed geek of a girl. Bookish to a fault. It may have been the worst thing they could have done to her despite their good intentions.

Though she has remained a virgin there is little else she has not at least attempted. There were over 500 girls and only 100 teachers and staff, far fewer at night. Girl on girl experiences were not unheard of. It is a strict girls only school after all. The Staff couldn’t be everywhere at once. One of the requirements for getting in was being smart and what’s life without challenge for youthful bright girls after all.

Nancy’s parents were killed in a terrorist attack on the hotel they were staying at in a third world country just a year ago. Ironically they had gone there for humanitarian purposes. They were very wealthy and could afford to lavish their wealth in such ways. Nancy and her brother Bill now have most of that wealth and control the rest.

Before leaving the Fenmoore’s had left their .com business in their son’s hands. They dis-invested at the peak of the stock value. Their Will gave the two 40-40 Trusts with the remaining 20 in The Fenmoore Charitable Education Trust.

Bill had done all the things they were afraid Nancy would do while attending the local University and living at home. Though only 21 he’s grown up fast. The good news was his 180 turnabout a year and a half before they took their trip. One reason they felt secure in taking the trip.

Bill had arranged for the sale of the Company six months before their death at their instance. He had worked well with their parent’s lawyers and accountants. The Trust funds that were established for them has left them both fantastically well off, truly stinking rich. Nancy is her own multi-millionaire at 18. Bill is the Trustee of the Education Trust.

She had shipped the bulk of her things home from school and they are most likely already here. How strange it is. Like her home town is a place she’s never been it’s changed so much. She had graduated alone at just 18 a few days ago and she’s on her way home alone in the Airporter, hardly recognizing anything in the drive home.

She hadn’t been home in three years since before her parents left on their trip over two years ago. Not even for the funeral services. They had been cremated and their ashes mixed abroad and sent home by a State Department Courier. A last obligation is for her and Bill to scatter their ashes in the local mountains according to their wishes.

From early childhood Nancy has always been fond of her mothers substantial collection of furs and was allowed to get some of her own while in school. Mom had fostered her fondness for furs in the hope it would help her overcome some of her shyness and foster more self confidence. The furs helped her geeky image early on but they always looked awkwardly strange on her, like a child playing dress-up in her mother’s closet. Nancy still likes them large and over-sized on her. They don’t look awkward anymore even though they are still over-sized.

Her mom’s considerable collection of furs are all hers now along with everything else. She’s now nearly the same size as her once gloriously tall, slender and beautiful mom. She was a blond and their father had red hair. Both Nancy and Bill got their father’s hair and fair, freckled skin.

Nancy knew their parents were very much in love and she fantasized over her parents making love tuzla escort in their furs obsessively. Her dad had furs as well plus their Lynx bed spread that fed her fantasies. She dreamed of this nearly every night hoping she might loose her virginity while wallowing in a pile of soft furs. She had used her furs in a few of her girl on girl encounters at school and this feed her obsession. One reason she has held off for the right man and situation. She wasn’t going to loose it to just any dick-head.

Nancy has grieved in private since her parent’s death, only occasionally breaking down. She had promised her brother she would finish school and she did so with Honors. She is very smart after all. She’s wearing her favorite Red Fox hooded parka for the trip like Little Furry Red Riding Hoodie. Seeing Bill as they drive up the long drive has Nancy loosing control. By the time she exits the van she is running into her brothers arms sobbing and weeping uncontrollably, like she has been holding it all in ’till now. He walks her into the house and they sit with Bill holding her until she calms and is able to talk.

Bill is stunned by her beauty. He hasn’t seen her in almost four years, not even a picture. He had missed her last trip home. Nancy is like a red headed version of his gorgeous mom now. Bill had truly loved his mom which is one reason for his being so out of control. No woman was close to her in his affection so none of his girls escaped or wanted to escape his indiscriminate and passionate lust he harbored for his mom. They got to experience some of the wildest and most unrestrained sex many will ever have. Here he is holding the image of his mom’s fur wrapped body in his arms! Bill quickly gets a grip on his emotions.

“It’s so good to see you home at last. I miss them too.”

“Bill .. what do we do now?”

“Get on with our lives! Our parents would want us to do no less. They certainly have taken good care that we don’t have to ever worry.”

Nancy is struck by how much Bill looks like their dad! He’s so much more handsome than the awkward teen she remembered. He’s taken on muscle tone and his build is wonderful, just like her dad. Nancy loved her dad very much .. the measure of all the guys that had come so very close to taking her virginity. None measured up .. literally. From seeing her dad in a bathing suit she knew her dad was super-hung. She always envied what her mom must have felt inside her. Her greatest fantasy has been to loose it to a big cock between her thighs to a magnificent man like her dad. She finds herself looking at her brothers cock with an ever so quick a glance and nice reward.

“I suppose so. I’m really lost right now and need to just get adjusted to being home maybe?”

“Yeah. Let’s go out to eat.”

Bill takes her to a favorite French Provincial Restaurant of his for dinner. Nancy decides to wear her mothers wonderful Golden Sable hooded short coat over her bright blue cashmere sweater dress. It’s a combination her mom loved and they both hit her mid thigh. It fits her wonderful body like a glove. Her wild thick red hair now gives her a totally sexy and provocative look with her wonderful attire. She’s magnificent.

Bill is dumb-struck over her incredible beauty. Beyond their mother’s beauty. Not the geeky, scrawny and rather freakish girl he had know as his sister at all. She stands out as a beautiful beacon in a room full of beautiful women .. just like their mom did.

“Bill .. maybe we should deal with our parents ashes tomorrow? We can take off first thing. I’d like to have the closure and feel all they wished for has been done.”

“We’ll do that.” he stammers out .. gazing at his wonderful sister, his eyes taking in her magnificent beauty and sensual gestures.

“I missed mom and dad, home and the friends I use to have here all the time. So many times I wanted to come home but I swore I’d stick to getting the best education I could. Dating was not an option for so long because of my geek status and shyness. Guys just didn’t seem interested in me until the last year or so.”

“I can’t imagine that seeing you now!”

“Well it all seemed to happen overnight. Then I wasn’t too interested in them. When I did get with boys they all seemed so inept and clumsy. We sure did just about everything else. It’s real hard for them to monitor us 24-7.”

Nancy is mesmerized by her brothers handsome image as they talk. The image of making love with her dad flashes through her mind with a jolt straight to her vagina. She has to control the gasp of sexual stimulation with its contraction. She unconsciously strokes the Sable.

“It was that way with me until I went on my wild streak. Then I screwed every girl in sight until I got straightened out and knew life had a more serious side. It was almost too late for our parents to appreciate but those last months were wonderful before they left on their trip. I’m really sorry you weren’t here to enjoy it. We were looking forward to your return with great anticipation.”

“It’s nice to be tuzla escort bayan home anyway, even if our folks are dead. I wanted so bad to leave school but felt I had to prove my worth despite my compulsion to rebel. I think mom, in particular, knew this about me even though it didn’t show.”

“I was tempted to throw a Return Home party for you but I didn’t know who to invite? I wasn’t certain you would have appreciated it anyway?”

“Maybe we can .. but more of a Getting on with life party instead.”

They continued with chit chat and getting Nancy up to local news. They found each other increasingly comfortable to be with and an undertow of sexual tension building. They are drawn closer than ever before .. a growing sexual attraction to the other.

They drive home in near silence.

“Time for bed. I’m suddenly exhausted from my trip home.” heading for her old room and Bill to his old room. The master Suite is like a Temple in the middle of the house to them both.

2

Nancy had already taken several furs from her mother’s closet and taken them to her room. She is naked as she always is for bed. She hates the restriction of pajamas and finds herself wrapped in the furs as never before .. sexually stroking her body with the soft Fox and Sable .. thinking of making love. First her father is on her as she had imagined so many times in the way she imagined him making love to her mom. Then a flash of mixed surprise and excitement with the image of Bill and his thick cock driving between her thighs as she moans and writhes in the furs with this thought. She falls asleep shaking with passionate feelings for her brother. No thoughts of its forbidden nature. Only the warm satisfaction of his presence in her life now.

In the other bedroom Bill is fur masturbating furiously to the image of Nancy in the Sable at dinner. He knows he has to have his sister. The connection to their mom is all too clear and too much to bear. He had so wanted to make love to mom in the furs. The thoughts of incestuous love has long lost its taboo status for Bill. Nancy didn’t know that Bill has also become totally addicted to furs and now wears his father’s furs all the time. It was all he could do to not wear them to dinner. He usually does since their death.

Nancy awakes with a start in her dark room, gripped with anxiety and fear. The full import of her parents death is like a dagger to the heart. She has the soft Golden Sable wrapped around her with the fur to her soft skin. A comfort wrap of her mother’s.

Before she realizes her actions she is in her parents bedroom staring at the plain earthen jar containing the ashes of her parents on the fireplace mantle at the foot of the bed. She is stroking her crotch and breasts with the soft Sable fur.

Nancy shivers and moans in a string of mild and soft orgasms. She has never had ones like this with fur. “Oh mom .. dad .. I miss you so.” as she strokes herself more energetically. Staggering back into the soft Lynx spread her parents made love on for so long she writhes and shakes in stronger orgasms. Getting more furs from the closet she is in a large pile of furs like in her dreams .. loosing her virginity. Nancy falls asleep .. comforted by the smell and softness of her parents and their furs.

She awakes again with the sense she is not alone. Looking around in the dim light she sees a dark form. Her brother wrapped in a mammoth dark Sable to the floor, close to the bed and looking down on her nude form in the soft furs. Nancy says nothing but spreads her thighs, exposing her nude body to her brother and smiles up at him.

Bill was drawn to his parents room by a strong force. It’s not the first time he has been in here to masturbate in the Lynx and other furs. He has worn his dad’s big Sable many times now but this time is different. It’s like a wedding robe and he’s about to take his sister’s virginity without any concerns at all. It’s as if it’s meant to be. He slowly moves over her soft and willing body buried in their parents furs, her sweet smile beckoning him to her willing virgin body. He looks down at his large cock sticking out between the thick fur lapels like a battering ram with a strong awareness of the finality of their actions with far more gravity of feeling than any time before. Nancy is looking at it with an eager look, her darting tongue licking her lips giving up her true feelings of the moment.

“Oh yes Bill. Thrust your magnificent cock deep into my virgin womb.” Bill falls slowly on her like a large tree, his cock thrusting into the fur pile between her thighs. The huge Sable coat covers her as the full weight of his body bears on her body. Nancy moans and takes her brother’s passionate kiss as a lovers kiss. She can feel the tip of his monster cock pushing at the gate of her labia lips, rubbing in her thick soft harry red muff. She eagerly counter thrusts with very short humping .. making the tip just part her lips. With her kissing and tongue she mimics this thrust.

Bill is pleasantly shocked at his sister’s escort tuzla actions. No other woman has shown such subtle and eager sensitivity. He responds with the same small, incremental thrust .. barely parting her labia lips he softly vibrates his cock tip in and out of her labia. Nancy erupts in a stronger orgasm than before but clearly far from her goal. Their furs are making them both super excited and they are both fur fondling the other very energetically almost like his cock in her is a side issue. Bill’s cock has never been so large or painfully erect. The excitement and anticipation is almost more than he can manage but manage he will. This is the most exciting fuck of his life and her first so he doesn’t dare mess it up. His mom’s image is still fixed in his mind with his attentions to his sister.

The thought of her bother about to take her virginity is almost more than Nancy can handle. She wants so badly for him to thrust deep into her womb but she wants to savor every last moment for as long as she can and Bill seems willing and eager to do the same. It’s like his cock advances into her a tiny fraction every half hour. They are both going out of their minds with the anticipation. Nancy continues to shake with mini-orgasms. Bill is driven to levels of excitement he’s never experienced with any woman. Her mini-orgasms has him thrusting even faster in and out of her sending her into even more frequent orgasms.

After what seems a wonderful eternity of sensual fondling and vaginal manipulations Bill gives one mighty thrust .. driving his huge cock deep into her incredibly tight twat. Nancy gasps and freezes. Bill freezes with his cock fully into her .. cock hair to muff. He slowly and gently rubs his cock hair to her muff .. his cock slowly rotating in her. She moans and squeaks softly with the pain in the most erotic and sensual way that Bill has ever encountered. His sister is a love fox!

Nancy is initially paralyzed with pain but slowly expands inside to accommodate Bill’s cock partly distracted by burying her face and moans in the big soft Sable collar of Bills coat. She begins squeezing his cock with her vagina muscles and enjoying the rubbing action as her clitoris gets stimulated with his big root rubbing her entire insides. She’s imagining her dad screwing her like she has imagined him screwing her mom and thinking of what it would be like if Bill were screwing her mom! These thoughts makes their actions somehow complete. It’s way beyond her fantasies and she’s, for some reason, so glad it’s her brother. Like he belongs between her thighs … deep inside her … her eyes fixed on the earthen jug of their parents ashes … she smiles as she finally moans and squeals in sheer pleasure like they have been blessed.

Bill is going out of his mind with her squeezing his cock inside herself. This is totally new and he can’t control himself any longer with her last loud moan and her legs gripping around his butt over the Sable. She thrusts him into her womb with a mighty grip.

“Sis .. I’m going to unload .. we’re not .. OOOHHH ….. ” as he shoots the largest load of his life into his sisters warm womb. He thought he would never stop ejaculating … big pulse after pulse of wild and willing passionate insemination. Nancy is pulling him tighter to her twat than ever .. with counter thrusts and her wrestling grip around his butt .. driving him ever deeper into her warm well … touching her cervix.

“OOHH what a wonderful way to loose my virginity brother!!!! Your seed is sooo woonderful in me ……. it’s OK .. I’m on the pill.”

With that Bill launches into powerful, long, deep and fast thrusts into her now well lubricated twat. Ponding Nancy for all he’s worth. Bill is soon shooting more large pulses of warm cream deep into her womb as Nancy moans in a cataclysmic orgasm like never before .. gripping her brother ever tighter into her counter-thrusting twat. Their moans and screams are mixed and muffled in the thick soft furs as they wallow and roll with each other in a passionate embrace.

They screw and furiously pump each other for many orgasms and inseminations …. sometimes Bill’s on top and sometimes Nancy’s on top. Bill is way beyond spent when they fall apart and lay back in the furs with exhaustion.

“Sis … never!!!!!!! ……. Oh my god you’re soooo good.”

“Thank you brother. I’m sure I got the best from you tonight …. well this morning.”

She leans over him and licks at the tip of his still stiff but spent cock .. licking the tip of its creamy coating .. their mixed fluids. “My we’re yummy together.” going down further with the entire tip in her mouth Bill moans loudly as the sensations of her warm mouth around his cock makes its way to his brain. She licks up all the fluids as she sucks and slurps on his big cock. It twitches with involuntary efforts to make more cream in a throbbing and exquisitely painful effort with Nancy’s fur fondling of his throbbing ball sack. Sharp pain with the slightest touch but he can’t bring himself to have her stop. Her attention to him is so incredible he wants it to last forever. Bill goes flush with the realization they are lovers for life. Nancy knew it with her gigantic orgasms. She somehow knows she’s sealing the deal now.

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Home For the Holiday

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Maria was a mere twenty years old, but she possessed the poise of someone many years her elder. She had experienced a “relationship” here and there, but nothing significant enough that she could consider herself weathered in the area of romance. Even so, she had suffered heartbreaks and even had caused some. She was a confident, intelligent, beauty with a penchant for sarcastic witticisms that she used to protect her heart and self esteem from the stark cold reality she knew existed all around her. Maria often found herself in positions of romantic power; she was comfortable when she was the dominant partner in the relationship, confident in the copious adoration that her various lovers and boyfriends held for her. As a result, she often found herself regrettably unfulfilled in her relationships… Her lovers could rarely carry a conversation or challenge her intellect and, while she frequently complained about the dullness of her partners, she was content – she knew that little threatened her status as the object of their idolatry. Every once in a while, she allowed someone to creep through the cracks in the wall she had build to protect her heart. During these rare occurrences, Maria fell fast and she fell hard. Too hard… Her last boyfriend manipulated her emotions so painfully and so repeatedly that she feared injury more than ever. To protect herself from the heartache that seemed inevitably to follow any and every emotional intimacy, Maria entered relationships cockily, boasting of her inability to become attached to her “fuck buddies,” attempting to dehumanize her newest companion as much as possible – hopefully reducing him to the status of mere sexual partner. She was the sexual vixen, perfecting her aesthetic appearance so as to become the image of sexual fantasy, thus dehumanizing herself in the eyes of her partner, reducing herself to the status of sexual icon – not romantic companion.

Still reeling from the painful complexities of the current situation with her ex, Maria returned home to Virginia from school in New York for Thanksgiving. She was ready to throw all emotional cares to the wind and was anticipating a random hookup or two over the weekend.

Saturday night, barbeque, old family friends, lots of alcohol. Maria stumbled into Kate, an acquaintance from high school whom she was just beginning to reconnect with. Kate introduced Maria to Hunter, her twenty-nine year-old brother home for the holiday.

In her drunken state, Maria first identified the handsomeness of her friend’s older brother. Hunter was not very tall, but well built and conspicuously attractive. He had dark eyes set deeply under heavy brows… His eyes sparkled when he smiled, his lip curling upward. His short dark hair was plain, but complemented the olive tinge in his skin tone. Broad shoulders and strong arms caught Maria when she tripped over her own feet, her tall boots uncomfortable to feet accustomed to sneakers.

Hunter was characteristically shy that evening, standing against a wall and talking idly with whomever approached him. He nursed beer after beer, occasionally gazing past the shoulder of whomever was speaking with him and checking out the multitude of young women in the room, all the same age as his sister. One girl in particular caught his eye and his pulse quickened when Kate led that same girl over to meet him.

Maria was tall, imposingly so with her high heeled boots on. Taller, in fact, than Hunter – but that only served to catch his attention. She was uniquely striking in a room of women who seemed to dress and behave alike. She had short, wavy, light-brown hair, cropped around her face. Her eyes were almond shaped and wide, with delicate eyebrows framing them. She had beautifully high cheekbones and she smiled as she drunkenly giggled at whatever conversation of which she was a part.

Hunter’s attention, however, didn’t stay long at the appearance of the young girl’s face, as he instinctively moved his gaze down her body. She was slim with perky breasts and prominent hips that curved out from her smooth, flat stomach, which Hunter noticed as her shirt slid upwards when she threw her head back to laugh. Her ass was on the wide side, and round, curving deliciously down to her legs.

Conversation turned to an after-party occurring later that evening and, eventually, people were moving towards the door. As they exited, Maria leaned in and breathily whispered into Hunter’s ear, “I’m drunk!” Hunter smiled to himself as he imagined the expanding possibilities of the evening that lay before him.

Soon the two reconvened at the after-party, sitting in a back room full of unfamiliar faces. Maria was spread across a big leather chair, drunkenly gesturing as she told Hunter some inane story or another. Hunter listened attentively, smiling at the charmingly intoxicated girl who was so open and friendly. He could hardly believe the opportunity that seemed to be lying immediately in front of him, in the form of a sexy twenty year-old who seemed all-too-interested in Hunter.

After the completion of one of Maria’s stories, Hunter attempted to bursa escort respond over the din of the crowded room. When she couldn’t hear what he was saying, Maria leaned from her seat in the big leather chair toward Hunter, who was sitting in the accompanying ottoman. Her legs, uncrossed, alternated with Hunter’s, and when she leaned in to hear what he was saying, the warmth between her legs brushed against his knee.

Initially, Hunter thought that the contact was purely incidental. That is, until Maria leaned in closer, placing a hand on his other leg, and apparently positioning her crotch on his knee, swaying ever-so-slightly back-and-forth, rubbing herself against him. Meanwhile, Hunter was speaking in whispers to Maria, their faces inches apart and their eyes locked.

Maria couldn’t resist. The multiple glasses of wine she’d imbibed throughout the evening took hold, as she leaned in and, open-eyed, pressed her lips against Hunter’s. She lifted her hand to his neck, simultaneously parting his lips with her warm tongue, proceeding to kiss him deeply.

Hunter, incredulous, was at first unable to respond, but once he regained his wits he quickly pulled away. Taking Maria’s beautiful young face into his hands, he whispered, “There are people all around us… And my sister is still here.”

Despite these protests, Maria leaned in and suckled Hunter’s earlobe before whispering, “No one’s watching… And Kate is long gone.” Immediately afterward, she licked lightly around his ear before trailing a path down his jawbone with her tongue, eventually reaching his lips. She grabbed the back of his head with both of her hands, ground her hips into his knee, began to rub the growing bulge in his pants with her knee, and kissed him passionately, not allowing him to pull away or think twice before kissing her back.

After several seconds, Hunter once again pulled away, requesting that they move outdoors. Maria giggled and complied, and the two spilled out the door onto the back steps. At once they recommenced their passionate necking, as Maria sucked deeply on Hunter’s neck. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her. He moved one hand down to her tight ass, gripping the curves of her ass cheeks as she placed her hand on his bulge. Maria moaned lightly as she gripped Hunter’s growing cock and pressed her breasts into his chest. In response, Hunter moved his idle hand to her crotch, pressing his forefingers into the warmth and rubbing lightly. Maria moaned more deeply and shook lightly, pulling Hunter even closer to her before whispering in his ear, “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Soon enough, the two found a ride back to Maria’s from the party. When they reached her house, she pulled out her car keys and clicked a button that unlocked her 1998 Ford Explorer, motioning to Hunter that he should follow her in. Before she was able to move the car from park, Hunter reached across and grabbed the back of her head, passionately plunging his tongue into her mouth. She breathily kissed him back and felt the intensity of their passion throughout her body. Again, Hunter moved his hand down her body to her crotch. With his palm pressing into her pelvis, Hunter rubbed her warm nub through her jeans. Maria moaned – louder now, in the privacy of her car. She ground her hips into Hunter’s hand, before pushing him away and telling him, “Hold on a sec.”

She quickly moved the car to drive, and pulled away from the front of her parents’ house. A block or so down, she rapidly shifted to park and shut of the ignition, immediately thereafter leaning over to Hunter and kissing him deeply, placing one hand on the ever-increasing bulge in his pants. She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I want you… Right. Now.” In response, Maria gently pushed Hunter away and motioned that they should move to the back seat.

Not needing a second instruction, Hunter quickly jumped into the back, followed close behind by Maria. Immediately, she leaned over and kissed the older man, as she swung one leg over him, pressing her warm crotch into his hardening cock. As she kissed him, she gyrated in his lap. Soon she could feel her pussy dripping through the denim of her jeans. She reached down into her pants, dipping her first and middle fingers into her cunt, and then lifted her wet fingers to Hunter’s mouth. Hunter eagerly accepted Maria’s offering, sucking her fingers dry, before she kissed him deeply enough to taste herself. She began to unbutton his shirt, baring his chest in seconds, before she pulled her sweater over her head and unsnapped her bra. Instinctively, Hunter brought his hands to the chest of the young girl sitting on his lap, taking a breast in each hand, caressing each nipple between his fingers as Maria sighed and kissed him even more deeply. Keeping on hand on the girl’s tits, he brought his other hand to her jeans, swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping them and soon slipped his hand into her pants. Now, with one hand squeezing the firm, round, perky nipple of Maria’s left tit, Hunter used his other hand to deftly touch her warm, dripping wet pussy. At first he bursa escort bayan stroked the outside of her cunt, barely letting his fingers rest on her throbbing clit before he pulled back and pressed his first two fingers into her waiting pussy. Maria’s cunt embraced Hunter’s fingers, and she squeezed her muscles around his digits, pressing her pelvis down into his hand.

Sighing, Maria moved her lips from Hunter’s face, kissing his ear and neck lightly as she moved her mouth down his body. Soon she reached his shoulders, and gently ran her tongue along his prominent collarbone before moving further down to his chest. She took each nipple in turn, sucking gently on each before nibbling ever so lightly. Hunter had moved his hand from her pussy back to her tits, which he squeezed enthusiastically as the girl kissed down his body. Maria soon moved from his lap, settling on her knees in front of Hunter, gazing up at his eyes as she ran her fingers behind the elastic of his boxers. Keeping her gaze fixed on Hunter’s, Maria adroitly unfastened his belt, and speedily unbuttoned his pants, eagerly attempting to slide them down past his knees.

Hunter’s cock, hard and long, sprung upwards in Maria’s face after she released it from the confines of his pants. She kissed the tip lightly, before she leaned forward and kissed Hunter’s belly button, trailing her tongue slowly downwards. She kissed each inner thigh, allowing her breasts to rub gently against Hunter’s erect cock. Soon, she advanced her kisses to his balls, and one by one, she took them into her mouth, while she held his shaft. She hummed lightly, moaning, even, as she touched herself with her free hand. After a minute or so of suckling Hunter’s balls, she removed them from her mouth, placing them into her palm, still wet from her pussy. She squeezed his testicles lightly, as she licked up Hunter’s cock. When she finally reached the head of his dick, she wet her lips and then pressed them around his corona, keeping one hand on his balls and simultaneously stroking his shaft with the other. Intermittently, she would bring her lips down his cock until its head pressed into the back of her throat. Meanwhile, she had slowly brought her middle finger to Hunter’s asshole and was circling lightly around his anus, all the while continuing to grip his balls gently and energetically stroke his shaft.

Hunter had his head thrown back, his eyes shut as he gyrated his hips into Maria’s face. He could hardly believe that this sexy young woman was giving him such an incredible blowjob. She seemed voracious, enjoying the activity as much as he was, if not more. Soon, all too soon, Hunter felt the familiar contraction of his balls. Immediately, so as to stave off his imminent orgasm, he pulled Maria’s face to his, kissing her deeply as he leaned over, pushing her onto her back.

With Maria now on her back, Hunter pushed her legs apart and pressed his body down in between, rubbing the wet spot in her pants with his thigh as he sucked on her neck. Maria moaned from the contact, thrusting her pussy up into Hunter’s thigh, sighing as she groaned, “I. Want. You. Now.”

Hunter pulled back and looked Maria in the eyes. Leaning back, he placed his hands on her hips, then gripping the beltline of her pants in his hands. Glancing downward, he asked softly, tauntingly, “Do you want me to kiss you… There?”

Maria nodded, her beautiful eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Tell me, Maria. Do you want me to lick your pussy? You have to tell me,” Hunter continued to toy with the young vixen that lay below him.

Softly, Maria responded, “Yes. Yes, Hunter, kiss me there. Lick my pussy… Please, Hunter, PLEASE!” Her voice rose as she vocalized her desire.

Smiling, Hunter leaned down and began to kiss the girl’s soft stomach. At the same time, he tugged off her tight jeans. Again he leaned back, this time only to take in the incredible image lying before him. The tight, fresh body of a twenty year old who was looking up at him with such desire… Every inch of her seemed preened for sensuality: her smooth legs, her soft skin, her navel with its ring of dangling silver that gleamed in the moonlight, and her pussy… Maria’s mons was shaved bare, except for a small, rectangular patch – a “landing strip” – above her clit, which was now swollen and desirous of attention.

Hunter smiled to himself as he leaned down, pressing his mouth to Maria’s pubic bone. He kissed slowly, lightly down the small patch of hair until his lips met her engorged clit. Immediately, Maria groaned, instinctively lifting her hips to meet Hunter’s mouth. In response, Hunter began to suck on the girl’s nub, simultaneously flicking his tongue against it. Maria gyrated her hips uncontrollably in passion, pressing her pussy to Hunter’s mouth. He looked up occasionally, and felt his erection throb as he watched the girl writhe from his touch, passionately rubbing her hard nipples and moaning with closed eyes. Maria moved her hands down from her breasts to the back of Hunter’s head, gripping his hair as he continued to tongue her clit. As this action carried escort bursa on, Hunter brought one hand from under Maria’s body to her pussy, and began to trace light lines over her labia, which were now dripping from her arousal. As he did so, the girl’s sighs deepened until she greeted the entry of Hunter’s fingers into her soaking pussy with a long guttural moan. Now Hunter pummeled Maria’s tight wet cunt with his two forefingers while maintaining pressure on her clit. As he continued, he brought his other hand to the girl’s asshole and began to draw tiny circles around it with his forefinger.

Maria’s moans were uncontrollable. She could feel her body tensing up as Hunter voraciously ate her pussy. Her juices were pouring now, dripping all over his hands and smearing across his face. She opened her eyes and caught his gaze as he increased the speed and pressure of his attack. She couldn’t bear it much longer and, bringing her hands back to her tits from the back of Hunter’s head, her body exploded in orgasm. She felt every muscle in her body contract uncontrollably, her back lifted from the leather seat of the car, and she pulled Hunter’s face from her pussy, kissing him deeply so as to taste her sweet juices on his lips. Their tongues intertwined, caressing one another in tight, warm circles, as Maria sucked the taste of herself from Hunter’s mouth.

Leaning forward, Hunter pushed Maria down, pressing his chest to hers. While she traced circles on his broad, bare back with her fingernails, Hunter took Maria’s hips into his hands, pressing his hard cock against her pubic bone. Maria raised her hips in response, wrapping her warm thighs around his waist. She lowered her hands down to Hunter’s ass, pulling his hips to hers. Responding to Maria’s shallow moans, Hunter took his throbbing hard cock into his hand, guiding it to Maria’s dripping wet pussy. She greeted him with her hips, raising them to meet his cock, as she dug her fingers into his ass, pulling him closer to her.

Hunter slid the tip of his cock into Maria’s soaking cunt, but didn’t press it in any further until Maria pulled him into her, groaning deeply. “Fuck me, Hunter, please fuck me,” Maria whispered into Hunter’s ear, before she began sucking on his earlobe.

Hunter pulled back, smiling mischievously, “What did you say? I couldn’t hear you, Maria.”

She stared at him wantonly, not sure whether or not he was mocking her. After several seconds, silent aside from the light sounds of Hunter’s slow, methodic thrusts into her sopping pussy, Maria said more and more loudly, over and over again, until she was practically screaming, “Fuck me, Hunter… Fuck me, please… FUCK ME, HUNTER, FUCK MY WET PUSSY. I want to FEEL you in me, pumping your cock into my body. Please FUCK ME, Hunter!!!”

Overcome by desire, Hunter grabbed Maria’s right leg, bringing it to his shoulder, as he looked down to his hips, watching himself fuck Maria’s young, wet pussy with his hard, throbbing cock. His slow, deep thrusts gradually increased in intensity, until he was slamming Maria’s small, slender body into the door of the car. He pumped his throbbing member into her pulsating wetness repeatedly, until, recognizing that he was on the verge of orgasm, he pulled his cock from her body.

He leaned forward, licking the glistening droplets of sweat from Maria’s neck before whispering in her ear, “Turn over, baby… Let me fuck you from behind.”

Immediately and without any hesitation, Maria pushed Hunter from her chest and rolled over, getting on her knees and wiggling her round ass in Hunter’s face. “Fuck me doggy-style, Hunter… Please baby, fuck me like you wanna… I want you to cum, baby.”

Looking down, Hunter could see Maria’s pussy dripping, quivering in anticipation of his thrusts. He bit his lip as he grabbed Maria’s left hip with his hand, gripping it for balance as he brought his pulsing, hard cock to the wet entrance of Maria’s cunt. She pressed her hips back toward him, groaning, “Hunter, baby, please fuck my cunt. I just want to feel you inside of me. Please, baby, PLEASE FUCK ME.”

In response, Hunter pressed his cock into Maria’s body, groaning as she took all of him in one thrust. “YES BABY, FUCK ME LIKE THAT!” Maria screamed, as Hunter’s cock stretched her pussy, filling all of her.

Grunting from exertion, Hunter pounded his cock into Maria’s pussy, over and over again. With each thrust, Maria’s hot, wet pussy squeezed the length of Hunter’s cock. After a minute or so of these powerful, body-shaking thrusts, Maria reached back behind her, grabbing Hunter’s ass with one hand and taking his balls in her other, squeezing them lightly. Hunter groaned and brought a finger to Maria’s asshole, tracing light circles around its tight wrinkles. When Maria groaned deeply, Hunter pressed down on her asshole, entering the hole with his strong finger. Instinctively, Maria pressed her hips back onto Hunter’s hand, encouraging him to proceed, thrusting his finger in and out of her puckering hole. Maintaining his finger-fucking, Hunter increased the speed of his thrusts into Maria’s pussy and brought his free hand around to rub the young girl’s clit while he fucked her. Meanwhile, Maria was toying with Hunter’s balls with one hand, and rubbing the forefinger of her other hand against his asshole.

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Reunion with the Twins Ch. 03

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After we had cooled off in the water, we decided to head back to the house as the sun was starting to set. As we got close to the house the twins thought we should be quiet and see if we could catch our parents in action.

“Last year we caught them going at it hot and heavy one night. It was a rush to see your mom being fucked by both my dad and yours. We had never seen that before, said Deb.

“No way, my mom?”

“I’m telling you your mom was not only being fucked by both dads but she was eating mom at the same time. Your dad had his cock in your mom’s ass and my dad was banging away at her pussy. It was a live orgy right in our very own living room.”

“So you watched the whole thing?” I asked. “Hell yeah, they didn’t care. They were so into what they were doing that they didn’t notice we were watching. Or didn’t care. We got so hot watching we ended up frigging ourselves off,” explained Dawn.

“And I’ll bet they’re doing it now, said Deb. Let’s be as quiet as we can and see what we can catch them at.”

As we got close to the house you could hear someone screaming. It sounded like Aunt Ruth. As we approached the house we could see from the bushes almost everything that was taking place inside. Aunt Ruth was bent over the couch and was being fucked in the ass by my dad. Mom and Uncle Dave were yelling at dad to fuck her ass good.

“That’s right honey, you give every inch of that cock up her ass. You bury it in that fine ass of hers. She deserves a good ass fucking tonight,” said mom.

Just then Uncle Dave climbs up on the couch and stuffs his cock in Aunt Ruth’s mouth. And then just as I thought I couldn’t believe my eyes, mom gets behind UncleDave and starts licking his asshole. I almost fell over pendik escort watching this orgy gone wild.

“Pretty amazing stuff, huh? My pussy is dripping watching all this going on. Ben, it’s time you drank the nectar. Lay down on your back.”

As I laid down, Deb stood over my face and lowered herself until her pussy was buried in my face. “It’s just like licking ice cream, give it a try, and remember what I told you about sucking the clit.” And so I did. What an incredible taste. A taste that is indescribable, yet you can’t ever seem to get enough. And if it wasn’t enough, Dawn had my cock in her mouth sucking on it like a lollipop. Needless to say, we had our own orgy going on as our parents were going at it inside.

Aunt Ruth was screaming that she was cumming.

I warned Dawn I was close.

“Well then shoot away big boy, I’m ready to suck every ounce of juice you have,” she said.

And I didn’t need anymore prompting, she sucked that cock with evermore intensity.

“AHHHHHHHH, God I’m cummming.YESSSSSSS.uhhh,uhhhh,uhhh.”

“UMMMM. I just love your cum. I can’t get enough of it.,”said Dawn.

No sooner did Dawn take every drop of my cum did Deb let loose herself, drenching me with the nectar from deep within her pussy. My face was covered with the essence of pussy. What an incredible way to end the night. I thought.

Little did I know that I would have one more extraordinary encounter before the night was over. We all decided to head off to get cleaned up before bed. As I was showering, mom came into the bathroom. ” I hope you don’t mind sharing the shower with your mom. I feel a little grungy myself. ” No, not at all. Let me move over.”

“Thanks baby. Did you have a nice day today,” escort pendik she asked.

“It was probably the most memorable day I have lived. It’s not every day that you get initiated into the nudist lifestyle. And Deb and Dawn have been very nice to me and have made me feel very welcome here.”

“That’s good. I was worried how you might react when you saw us naked earlier. I know it’s a big culture shock, but you have handled yourself well. So now that you have had a day to enjoy the nudist lifestyle, do you like it? She asked.

“Mom, I think it’s awesome. I do have to admit that I was shocked at dinner though when I saw you and Aunt Ruth naked. I wasn’t ready for that. You and Aunt Ruth have incredible bodies.

“And I must say that seeing Aunt Ruth’s shaved pussy was a real turn-on for me.”

“I think that was pretty obvious to everyone that you were stimulated. You have a very nice cock. You should be proud. You’ve grown up to be a fine young man. But I have to admit, I miss taking care of my little boy.” “I’ll always be your little boy, mom.”

“Yes you will, so you won’t mind if I give my little boy his shower?”

“Not at all.”

And with that mom started washing my hair. She gave a nice scalp massage as she washed my hair. It felt great. Then she lathered up the washcloth and washed my arms and hands. As she washed my arms she made sure that my hands came in contact with her tits, or so it seemed. Then she washed my back. When she got to my ass, she lathered up her hands and washed them taking her time to feel each cheek with intent. Then she placed her finger near my butthole and inserted it ever so lightly to make sure my hole was clean as well.

Then she reached around and washed my chest pendik escort bayan from behind until she lowered her hands to my cock. As she was lathering it up with soap, I couldn’t help but feel excited that my mom was getting ready to make sure that my cock got incredibly clean, inside and out. As she stroked it up and down, it grew until I was as hard as a rock.

“MY, MY. My little boy has a hard-on…You use to get this way when I washed you as a little boy. But now you have something to be proud of. Momma needs to take care of this for her little boy.”

She rinsed me off and had me turn around. Then she turned around and bent over and told me to shove my cock into her cock receptacle and she would help me take care of the problem.

“Mom are you sure?”

“Yes darling, now don’t disobey your mother. Put it in my hole. I’ll take care of the rest.,” she said.

And not one to disobey mom, I placed my cock in her hole as requested. Then she started pushing back against me until I had buried my entire cock inside her. With an unbridled pace, she worked my cock in and out of her pussy.

“Grab my hips honey so that you can have more leverage as you plunge it in.”

And so I did and with every lunge forward, I could feel the cum building up inside my cock.

“Tell me when you’re just about to cum honey. I have a special treat for you.”

After four more thrusts I was ready to explode.

“Mom, I’m cumming.”

And with that, Mom pulled my cock out and got down on her knees and engulfed my cock in her mouth and swallowed every drop of my cum. I think I came for a minute solid. And she didn’t spill a drop. She kept my cock in her mouth until I went soft. And she made sure it was clean as she licked it clean.

“Thanks mom.”

“It’s me who should be thanking you. It’s nice to be able to take care of you again like I did when you were small. You made me feel like a mother again.”

To be continued…

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Renee – A College Freshman Ch. 01

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“Thanks, Jennifer. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

“Bye.” Jennifer blew her a kiss.

Renee turned and watched as her friend drove away. She hurriedly runs up the porch to the house. She hoped that she and Jennifer would be able to get an apartment soon. Being a freshman on campus was bad enough without having to go home every night.

“Mom?”

No answer. Renee casually strolled into the kitchen and drops her bookbag on the floor, reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water.

There is a note on the front bottle.

Hi honey,

I’ll be out with the girls tonight. Dad will be home early, too.

Love you,

Mom

Renee sighed. ‘Out with the girls’ was her mother’s code for going out for a random hookup at some sleaze bag night club, she was sure.

She opened the bottle and took a big drink. She needed to unwind a little bit before her dad got home. She opened the refrigerator again and quickly rummaged through the groceries until she found what she was looking for.

“This will do nicely” she thought as she hastily moved to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

She put the cucumber down on her bed and she slipped out of her shoes. She moved to the front of the full length mirror and slowly undid her uniform blouse, revealing a pair of nice round bulges held in a lacy bra. She threw the blouse lazily on the floor and did the same with her skirt. It was short, just barely long enough to meet the school dress code.

Her shoulder length blond hair was a stunning contrast to Jennifer’s dark brown hair. Renee thought about the way Jennifer’s hair fell about her body when she was going down on her. Jennifer had been her first sexual experience and they enjoyed the taste of each other’s pussy whenever they could. Jennifer had even just recently purchased a strap-on dildo. They took turns fucking each other with it. She loved the way Jennifer’s lips tasted when they kissed.

Renee undid the bra and let her firm breasts free. Her nipples were already hard with anticipation of the play session that was beginning. She gently stroked and pulled at them, like she was giving a handjob to a little dick.

She could feel wetness beginning to moisten her panties. She slid the panties down to her feet and admired her cleanly shaven pussy. She was glad she started shaving it. It was helping her pass freshman Chemistry, after all.

Dr. bursa escort Schuman, her chemistry professor, liked it that way. He would let her skip class and exams in exchange for a pussy show. She would slowly masturbate in front of him in his office. He would take his little cock out and jerk it in rhythm to her clit strokes. He would cum and then she would. She enjoyed the chance to get off and she didn’t care if he watched. He never asked for anything more.

But today had been a rough day. It was getting close to final exams and the end of the fall semester, so she and Jennifer had been studying a lot, but they still had time for each other, too.

She lay down on the bed, her cunt was getting really wet thinking about the fucking the cucumber was going to give her. She kissed the end of it like she was kissing the head of a cock.

“Make me cum, you fucker.”

With her left hand she opened her pussy lips and began to massage her clit with the vegetable, tightly gripped in her right. She inserted it just a little bit, twisting it and drilling it into herself. She let out a little moan of pleasure when the cucumber went a little bit deeper. She began to move the imaginary cock in and out of her glistening pussy with a more pronounced rhythm. Her hips moved up to take it deeper with each stroke.

Renee could feel the ecstasy of her orgasm starting to build already, her nipples were on fire and her clit began to quiver.

“Ooo, yea, fuck me,” she whispered, drawing in sharp breaths between her clenched teeth. She didn’t see or hear her father had come into the room.

He stood there watching, waiting. Just as she seemed like she was about to cum, he shouted her name.

“RENEE!”

Renee jumped up like she was shot from a cannon. She hadn’t heard him at all. She stood there, her eyes were wide open, the cucumber still clutched in her right hand. Her left moved from her open mouth to cover herself between her legs. She didn’t know what to do or say.

“Daddy…I…I’m…” she was so startled, she couldn’t even speak.

“You shouldn’t be using those things, they have pesticides and you may get sick. And that’s not what I buy them for anyway. From now on you can buy your own cucumbers. Understood?”

“Y..yes, Daddy.” She could barely get the words out.

“Now put that down.”

As she put it into the trash can near her night stand, bursa escort bayan her father began to undo his zipper and pants.

“I’ll show you what a real cock feels like.” He slipped a massive hard on out of his khakis, letting them drop to his ankles. Her eye opened wide and a gasp escaped her mouth, he had the biggest dick she had ever seen, and it was still getting harder. He stepped out of his pants and quickly undid the rest of his clothes.

“Lay down on the bed again. Keep your ass near the edge.”

Renee quickly and quietly did as she was told. He father moved in front of her.

“Lay down. Now hold my dick like you were holding that.. that thing.”

Renee’s hand reached out and wrapped around the base of his thick shaft. It was warm and pulsing.

“Stroke it.”

She pulled and tugged on his still hardening dick.

“Mmm, that feels good,” he said as he looked down on her, “Good girl.” His cock was stiffer than Jennifer’s dildo. The thought of him inside her made her pussy ache.

“Now open your cunt with the other hand. Show me your clit.”

Her left hand moved down and opened up her lips revealing her aroused clit. She didn’t feel the urge to resist, she wanted it.

“Guide my dick into you.”

She pulled him closer until the head of his cock rested on her swollen clit. He pulled back a bit.

“Do you want me to stop,” he asked. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck me, Daddy. Please. Fuck me.” She pulled him closer until his cock head entered her wet pussy.

She let out a whimper as her cunt expanded to wrap around the head and then the shaft of his enormous dick. “Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Yes”

He began to rhythmically pump his meat in and out of her; she let out a gasp every time the weight of his body slammed into her cunt and his nut sack slapped her ass. His cock felt bigger with each thrust.

She watched him, his eyes never left hers. She couldn’t do anything else. She laid there and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy receiving his shaft. She could feel her orgasm returning, first in her nipples, which were harder than she could ever remember them, then in her toes and finally in her pussy.

“Daddy, I want to cum” she said in between clenched teeth, trying to hold her the orgasm in check until the last possible moment.

“Cum all over my cock.” he commanded as he slammed himself into her escort bursa harder.

Renee let go and the waves of a monumental orgasm crashed into her, igniting her senses, every nerve in her body alive with the tingle of sexual release.

She was moaning loudly but couldn’t help it. This was the most intense sex of her life. The orgasm rolled over her body again and again, until she was finally spent. She went limp, while her father continued to pump her cunt.

He stopped and pulled out. His cock was wet with her orgasm.

“Sit up.”

She sat up and he pulled her long blond hair back into a pony tail.

“Suck me off.”

Renee opened her mouth; her tongue outstretched waiting to receive his thick tube of red hot sex.

She began to suck it gently, but he grabbed her head with both hands and shoved his dick in deep and hard. She began to gag.

“That’s it. All the way, that’s my little girl. I want to dump my load in your mouth.”

She could feel his balls on her chin, the dick deeply lodged in the back of her throat.

He withdrew and began to fuck her mouth. She was having trouble keeping her mouth open wide enough to take the pistoning motion of his manhood.

After a few minutes of sucking him, Renee felt it stiffen even more, and then the first volley of searing hot sperm entered her mouth, quickly followed by a second and third. He pulled out and a fourth jet of cum splattered on her face.

“God, that’s it, swallow my load, all of it.”

Renee gagged down the thick, salty paste in her mouth, quickly opening up again for more, which he obliged. Several more powerful shots erupted, glazing her face and mouth. She sucked the head of her father’s cock hungrily, coaxing every drop of seed from his balls.

He began rubbing his cock into the loads on her face, smearing them around and pushing the sperm into her greedy mouth.

She kept sucking until he was clean and getting limp. Not that it mattered. Even his flaccid cock was bigger than the frat boys at school.

He stepped away and picked up his clothes were they had fallen to the floor and made his way to the door.

“Next time, bring that little slut Jennifer, too.” He left the room.

Renee sat there, in a surreal stupor. She had just had the orgasm of her young life. She got her cell phone from her purse and hit the speed dial for Jennifer. While she waited for her friend to pick up, she retrieved the discarded cucumber and began to massage her clit with it.

“Jennifer, just shut up and listen. Are you somewhere you can masturbate? Well get there, I have a story for you.”

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Relieving the Tension

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Things have never been too great with my mom and me. She and my dad divorced a long time ago, when I was only about 3, and I am 19 today. School has been really fucked up for me; I’m still in my last semester of grade 12. My mom has been making it hard for me because we hate each other. So last summer right before school started I let her know I would be moving in with my dad. She said fine and my dad was ok with it as well.

Over at my dad’s house, which was actually only 20 minutes away, he was remarried for 6 years and she was ok with me moving in as well. We knew each other from before as I used to go by my dad often so we weren’t strangers.

My step-mom is gorgeous, she is only 28 and has dark-brown hair and eyes to match, size 32CC cup breasts that look firm and juicy and are as perky as ever. She always wears jeans that are ultra tight which wrap around her thighs and her tight medium-large ass. She had a curvy slender figure and was tanned a medium bronze color. See, I used to restrain myself from jerking off to her because I felt guilty about it, but after one week in the house just a few meters up the hall from her I couldn’t resist. One night I went to get something to drink from downstairs and same time she came out of her room in this baby blue satin nightie that came to the top of her thighs. She was a bit caught off guard seeing me in the hall and blushed at the fact that I saw her like that and quickly went into the bathroom. I got some water and went back to my room right away and beat myself off thinking about her.

Two weeks later, I had a half-day off and this is where things became interesting. My dad works from 8:30 to 5:30/6 and takes him a half an hour to get home. I had just decided to skip school that day since it was only half day. I came down at about 10:30 and my step mom was watching TV but she looked like something was wrong. I didn’t know what to do so I just went and got something to eat. After I ate I watched a show with her and it was cold outside with winter almost here and we shared the only blanket downstairs. So after the show finished she gave me the remote and said, “Here, watch whatever you want.”

“Is anything wrong?” I asked her, trying not to pry. There was a moment of silence and she seemed very vulnerable and was trembling now even though I knew it wasn’t from the cold, because we were both warm in the blanket.

“Well…. yes there is actually, but I don’t know who to talk to about it, I don’t know bursa escort if I could talk to you about it either.” she said.

So I paused to for a brief moment and told her, “Look you need to talk to someone so talk to me I’m here get it off your chest.” At the same time I glanced at her chest from mentioning the word but luckily she didn’t notice.

“No, I don’t know…” she replied in haste.

“Come on, it’s not good to keep things pent up. You need to release it,” I said. She thought about it and complied and told me that my dad had a drug problem and he couldn’t stop himself. She said he knows it’s bad but he is addicted and that she was getting less and less attention from him and she was becoming tense. “Oh my god. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.” She said out of nowhere and went up to her room. Not knowing what else to do and knowing I couldn’t just leave her like that after I made her talk I went up to console her. (This is where reality became fantasy).

I went in and she was pacing around the foot of the bed. I sat at the foot of the bed and I told her that we need to finish this she can’t keep all of the tension pent up, she needs to let some of it out.

“You don’t understand,” she told me, “when I said he hasn’t been giving me the attention I need lately I meant…err…sexually, and well, I’m ashamed to admit it but I started having thoughts about you downstairs which is why I was embarrassed and came up here.”

“Wow” I thought. Almost instinctively I told her “hey don’t worry about it I think of you like that all the time!”

“What? Really?” she responded not in an angry or disgusted way at all but more of in a surprised way to my relief.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’m sorry I know you’re my step mom and I shouldn’t think about you like or even be telling you this, it just came out. I know it’s wrong.”

“Is it? I mean really, we aren’t actually related you know, and you are a young boy, you have to be curious.”

“Wow, I never thought you would be so cool about this,” I told her, “I never tried to peek in when you were changing or anything, but yes I was curious.

“I’m a bit curious too you know. I’ve never had oral sex and always wondered what it would be like” she said. “How about we work something out, satisfy our curiosities a bit?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well, I’ll let you have a peek at my body if you let me have a practice round on you.”

“You mean like a blowjob!” I couldn’t bursa escort bayan believe it; she was thinking that I would be doing HER a favor by getting a blowjob from her.

“Please? I’ve been watching a lot of porn lately and masturbating with your father always being busy with ‘work’ lately. I would be pretty good, I’ll swallow too.”

Before I screwed this up I leapt at the opportunity of a lifetime without trying to be too eager “Sure, if that’s what you want.” Without wasting time she pushed in the door and it was already dark out being almost 8pm. She shut the blinds and dimmed the lights; I could feel the blood pulsating through my cock now pitching a tent in my nylon shorts. She noticed and smiled which stiffened me up like a log. She reached for the bottom of her silk lavender nightie and wasted no time pulling it over her head and tossing it to the back of the room. Her full round, perky breasts with her hardened brown nipples were staring right at me and I stared back. “Do you like them?” She asked me, all I could do was nod. “Well they are 100% natural and I love ’em too” She then took the four fingers of her right hand and slid them down from under her breasts, across her slender stomach right to her white lacey panties that I only noticed she was wearing now. She massaged her pussy up and down through her panties for a moment before she turned around and pulled them down bending over to show me the most perfectly shaped ass a man could ever think of. I felt a trickle of precum ooze out of the tip of my dick and it was throbbing viciously for some relief.

She came up to me and placed her hands behind my neck and sat directly on me with my cock buried under her bare ass only through my shorts and without warning thrust her tongue into my mouth and sucked mine into hers. To this day I have never experienced a more passionate kiss than that very same I had just gotten from a wife aching to be pleased. I took the opportunity to feel her breasts and they were firm and smooth just as I imagined they would be, at the same time I noticed her hips were gyrating on my cock making me wish I could plow my dick into her pussy all night long.

She got off and got right on her knees and said; “Now it’s my turn to have some fun”. Ironically, I was thinking the same thing. She slid my shorts off and seemed surprised either that my cock was so stiff or that she didn’t expect it to amount to the full eight inches it was. She wrapped her fingers around escort bursa the base of my cock and licked the trickle of precum off of the tip of my cock and she said “mmmmmmm” with her eyes closed and I then realized how much she was going to enjoy this blowjob. She opened wide and took the whole length down her throat and even removed her hand wrapped around me to consume every last inch. I was shocked that she could deep throat me on her first blowjob and it sent a pulse to my cock that I never had experienced before.

She then used her hands and mouth to make sure I was lubed up really good and went at it. She was bobbing up and down gaining pace but she was using her hand a lot. I told her I wanted her mouth only for now and she said, “Why don’t you just fuck my face?” Wow, I didn’t think about responding I stood up and she immediately knew. She laid on her back on the bed with her head over the edge. I lined my dick up with hear mouth and shoved it all the way in slowly. When she didn’t even gag I let loose and started to bang her face. I held the sides of her head to make sure I had enough force to really drive it down her throat. I pulled out and she looked into my eyes as my cock hung over her face. I then realized I was face-fucking my step mom and I was loving it.

She got off of the bed and took over. She was sucking at slurping at my cock for about 15 minutes when I felt that familiar feeling stirring in my balls. I looked down at her and she looked up and I knew that she knew I was ready. She knew exactly what to do, she used her left hand to cup my balls to feeling when they ready to tense up and she used her right hand to jerk me off while flicking her tongue at the head of my dick. I lost all control and I blew off like a cannon right into her mouth. After that first shot she closed her mouth around the head of my dick and the heat from her mouth made each of the 6 shots after that just as powerful as the first. She sucked at the tip while milking me for every last drop she could muster. This woman wanted it all. She showed me my entire load in her mouth and then gulped it all down and stuck out her tongue to show me it was all gone.

“Thank you” she said looking up at me with her big doe eyes and a pearly white smile. She stood up and I leaned against a wall and her against me with her back facing me and I kissed her shoulders and neck and my cock slowly softened. We both showered and went to bed. From then on she releases her tension (and mine too) all the time but only with blowjobs. I’m not complaining, but I’m still working on how I could one day plow her pussy and bang her luscious ass. I’m allowed to use fingers on her, and that’s definitely a start!

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Holiday in Algarve

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Family holiday in the Algarve, Portugal . House full of space and planters and, on this occasion just the two of us. She is Sarah, 48, short, slightly plump but curvaceous in all the right places. We’ve spent a lot of time on the phone together, usually with me acting as mentor helping her through her difficult relationships, most of which have ended badly.

Everyone else had gone off to the local market. So I’m taking in the sun by the pool on a lounger. We’re up in the woods and its real quiet and secluded. She talks about this and that. I’m listening, nodding, making all the right noises but I’m really just wanting to bake in the sun, slip into the pool and bake some more.

She asks of I’ll teach her to swim crawl.

“OK”. I say dragging myself up from the lounger and slipping into the water. She climbs down the steps to join me.

“Show me what you can do”

She languidly flops about and makes a lot of splash without getting anywhere.

“Sarah, you’re not going anywhere until you learn to cut through the water” Arch your body. Think of the water as a solid, like its made of butter ” Cut through it . Use your arms like knives”

She tries again. Better this time but she gives up and flounders about after a few strokes. I grab hold of her waist to stop her going under. My senses are filled with her perfume and her shapely body causes involuntary interest in my trunks. For a second I’m tempted to pull her to me and kiss her, but I’m far from sure how she’d react. .Instead, I suggest she try swimming around me in circles so that I can help her if she starts to sink again. To our mutual surprise, she starts to get the hang of it, crawling in growing confidence, circling around me. Before long were swimming side by side up the length of the pool. She stops at the deep end to catch her breath and my hand takes her shoulder. On the return trip she struggles and grabs me close.

The water is cold, her breasts are full and I enjoy a marvellous moment as her cold nipples press against my chest. As we climb out of the pool to take a rest, I drape her shoulders with a towel and we take to the sun beds.

Portuguese sun , no words, we lie side by side for a while. I’m feeling horny, but relaxed at the same time. I’m almost starting to drift when I hear her say ..

“Iain , honey, could you oil my back for me? I can’t reach”

Somewhere, a songbird started singing. The heat was intense and the red wine was fiddling with my senses. I kneeled beside her and picked up the sunscreen. Moments later I was gently moving her cascading hair off her neck to the side and smoothing the creamy ooze into her tanned shoulders and back. Knee across her hips lets me oil her equally on both shoulders, evenly down her arched back. The rhythm of my stroking is like a mantra.

She seems to appreciate this for a while. “Mmmmmm…ahhhh..uhuh”…

Then suddenly she giggles and deftly unties her top so that the straps fall. My cock judders in my shorts and involuntarily pushes against her fully rounded ass. I recoil – she shouldn’t be having this effect on me – Goddamit – she’s my sister in law – My head floods with thoughts of consequences, but at the same time it seem the most natural thing in the world.

Just when brain starts to keep heart in check, and I’m ready to call it a day, she rolls around and her sparkling eyes shine at me.

“Mmm ..Do my front too please.”

I draw breath. As God is my witness, her breasts are the finest bursa escort I have ever seen – round and firm. Her nipples point to the stars and demand attention. I move to kiss her lips. It’s a long extended kiss that tells us both where these feelings are leading.

Our kissing is relentless, we grapple, roll, sucking the sheer essence out of each other. My mouth finds her breast and we enter new unchartered territory. Squeezing, sucking , nipping, hands working together.

Her breasts respond quickly to my attentions and her breathing loses its cadence and brings on low moans that make me want my entire body to be cock.

Her hand slides down my stomach and, slipping under my waistband, her deft fingers circle my hard jutting prick and start to pump it towards her with eagerness.

“Let’s go inside now” she says.

She shimmies into the house out of the sun dragging her towel along the ground behind her. Stopping at the stairs to check I’m following, she turns an smiles.

Fuck this. I want her now. I grab her wrist, turn her round and kiss her hard. Left hand moves to her right breast engorging her nipple while my right grabs at her pussy through the dampness of her bikini briefs.

“Steady!” she gasps realising that I’m already aroused, active and wanting her. She pushes me away, runs up the stairs dropping the towel and laughing. I’m right behind her. She runs into her room and mocks closing the door on me. My foot fills the gap and I’m forcing it open. I push her backwards on to the bed, pulling off my T shirt.

She giggles again. Then seeing what a sight I look with my cock obscenely stretching my swimming trunks. “You wanna fuck me?” she teases and throws a pillow in the general direction of my dick.

“Oh, yes”

She stops panting from the exertions of the chase. “Come on, then.” For a moment she sounds serious.

Another lusty kiss. Her hands are as busy as mine as clothes are discarded and we roll around slurping and smacking and sounding off in each others ears.

I take in her wonderful body. She’s no fashion model, thankfully, with large pendulous breasts, nipples mature enough to know their own desires and a belly to ride to oblivion on. My hands take on their own agenda. She moves so sensually to the caress that my full blooded cock aches with the expectation of filling her. “Mmmm, she says, her eyes on my cock – I think you want me”

She reaches out and starts to rub. My cock jerks up attentively. “Well, well,” she says with feigned surprise, “so there’s that huge cock my sister loves so much.”

I must look like a rabbit in the headlamps.

She smiled “Oh, she’s told me all about you Iain. We’re sisters, we talk about all sort of things. Don’t be so alarmed”.

Both hands to my cock now, stroking it gently. Her mouth drops and she unconsciously starts rubbing her pussy. She falls to her knees and starts licking the head. Saliva arcs from her mouth as she plays and she sucks. My knees momentarily flex as she works her way along the full length of my dick. Her slobber covers my cock.

Oh Jesus , this is good …and very dangerous.

I reciprocate. My hands start to explore her body with a keenness I can’t remember for a long time. I find her breasts, her nipples and my lips follow my hands. Slowly, I trace my tongue around her, stopping to kiss, suck, nibble and bite until her nipples reveal her feelings blatantly.

My hands move lower and find her moving her thighs rhythmically. bursa escort bayan Lightly playing over her bush my fingers tune into her body’s movements and attach to her. I’m relieved to find her gorgeously wet and gasping. My index finger starts to explore deeper as she gasps, encouraging me to take this journey further.

For a while I ride on the wave of her moaning then start slowly to withdraw my finger from inside her but she clamps her thighs together – which immediately causes me to make eye contact with her.

Once I do she whispers, “Please leave your finger inside me.”

I continued to slowly fuck her with my finger.

“Leave it inside me,” she says again.

I lean my head in and drag my tongue slowly from the bottom to the top of her clit and I feel her entire body tense at the contact. Replacing my tongue with fast moving fingers she starts to convulse.

She calls out my name. “Oh God, I’m cumming,” ..

My fingers respond to the music of her moans until she seems to finish. What a glorious sound. I start again to gently kiss and lick. Her breathing slows as I move my hands up the contours of her delicious body and caress her nipples.

For a while she lies there with a beautiful warm glow all over her skin. Then she suddenly comes back to life. She sits up taking holds of my cock which has gone into temporary closedown while my attention was all on her.

She pulls my cock and looks up at me, stroking all the while. With confident and experienced lips and fingers she quickly brings on an exceptional hardness.

“Cum for me, brother-in-law.”

She takes my dick back into her mouth and quickly brings me close. Pleased with the effects of her handiwork, she increases her speed. Grabbing the back of her head and holding it to me, I brace myself as my cock explodes. Streams of cum shoot into her willing mouth.

She looks surprised as her eyes enlarge, her cheeks swell out, and she starts spilling from the corners of her mouth. She pulls her mouth away and looks up as the cum drips from her chin to her breasts and shoulders. She swallows greedily with a gulping sound.

She gets to her feet, grabs my face, and plants a huge kiss. Her tongue works its way through my mouth, and I taste my cum on her breath.

After a long, deep kiss, she smiles “Well, now , I reckon that makes us even.”

I’m still a mile away. “Even?”, I murmur

“Umm.. Hmm. Helen fucked Paolo. Now we’re even”.

Hiroshima explodes within my head. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“God, you’re naive”, she says. “Are you suggesting they’ve been fucking?” “Yes , yes and yes” “What evidence do you have?” ( I say like a dork.) “Where do I start? ” “Perhaps the garden party?” or our 20th anniversary? , or his knickers collection?”

There’s a note of bitterness in her voice when she refers to the anniversary that makes me think back. Helen had been away from the party for a while, I remember, and when we got home she had been unusually hot, incredibly hot.

“Knickers collection?”

“I found this box of used panties in the boot of his car”. Never told him that I found them. But I recognised some of them as Helens. He must have kept them as trophies”

Totally confused now. “How many pairs?”

“You really want me to tell you?”

“No”” Where do we go from here?”

“Iain, I don’t know what your feelings for me are right now. What we had was fun just now, it was beautiful even, but now escort bursa I don’t know where this mood is taking us”

“Sit down for a moment. I need to clear my head but I’m thinking just one thing now”

“Getting even?”

“Yeah, but with interest”

I opened a bottle of port and poured two generous glasses. I held her close as we discussed what had taken place and we gloated over how we could best extract revenge on our cheating spouses. The planning of the revenge turned us on. As we described more and more ridiculous schemes for getting even the kissing soon started, then the kissing and touching and finally we were both naked. Getting turned on by our partners infidelity seems an anathema now but as we planned our schemes for payback we enjoyed a rare excitement that had us soon fucking and sucking and collapsing in a heap of conspiracy.

We drank and fucked in celebration of our Grand Plan.

The days that followed were uneasy. Helen and Paolo left for the market each morning – Helen ran the catering and Paolo was the only fluent Portuguese speaker, leaving us to hang out by pool. We laughed as we thought of them racing round the market buying any old shit to make time for a quick fuck in the woods on the way back. We invented several revenge scenarios

First one up – we would surprise them in the woods, rope them, hog-tie them round a couple of trees, ass fuck them both before sticking daffodils in their asses and leaving them to be discovered by the local Catholic priest and his congregation on their evening Pilgrims’ Walk.

Second scenario involved them finding a series of clues around the holiday home that would start them wondering what we were up to. We would reel them in step by step until the inevitable time they would return to find us in a state of passion and abandon on the kitchen table.

But something was changing. Life with Helen seemed mundane and I wanted it to finish. All aspects of our life together left me empty and I wanted to be with Sarah all the time. I resented the time inevitably we spent with our partners and wanted to sit close to her at dinner, speak softly in her ear, touch her hair or holding her in my arms.

A few days later as Helen and Paolo drove off to market we didn’t immediately head for the bed. We sat drinking coffee and talked about love. We talked about the possibility of a life together, all the fallout there would be and whether we had a future.

‘I thought I loved him but his other women have worn it away. I’m confused. I just don’t know how to end it and I don’t know if the alternative will make me any happier’

‘I feel the same way. What about your feelings for me though? Am I just an opportunity or is there something more?’ It felt like it was the most important thing I’d said to anyone. Ever.

An hour later Paolo’s 4×4 drove up the track and parked in the courtyard. Helen and Paolo looked surprised as they saw us sitting in my car with the cases packed in the back.

‘Sarah and I are leaving for home . Were going to find somewhere to live out of town and we’ll be in touch to sort out the lawyers’. I think we all need some time together with the people we really care about’.

I slipped the car into first gear and slowly drove out down the open hillside road.

In the rear view mirror I saw Paolo standing open mouthed. He moved his arm in a distracted way but stood rooted to the spot. Helen jumped out of the car and started shouting something towards us. As the tyres crunched on the rough road we didn’t hear what she said.

Been driving for 10 hours now. Sarah is asleep on my shoulder . She looks relaxed and happy and I’m gonna try to make sure she stays that way.

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Holiday Erotic Ch. 1

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Dominica checked her reflection in the mirror, satisfied with the short, skin tight red velvet gown she’d bought for this occasion.

Jason would be there with his new girlfriend, the boyfriend-stealing tramp, and she wanted him to see EXACTLY what he was missing.

Smiling happily to her reflection in the mirror she smoothed the soft fabric over her thighs. The short skirt ended barely an inch below her round ass, showing off the fact that she was nude underneath with every movement. Her long blonde hair was pinned to the top of her head in an exotic tumbling waterfall of waves, designed to fall seductively over her shoulders when she…or more hopefully Jason, removed the ruby-studded clip.

The doorbell rang, and she slid her feet into a pair of sexy red high-heeled sandals and went to the door. Her date, a nice man who worked in her office named Alex stood at the door, clad in an all white tux and clutching a single red rose stood, leaning against the doorway.

“Domi.” he said in a silky voice, leaning over to kiss her cheek and handed her the rose.

“Hello Alex!” She purred, knowing that he was turned on by her dress. “Just let me put this in water and then we can go.”

She turned from him and walked to bursa escort the kitchenette, deliberately swinging her hips to give him a peek at her bare bottom. Quickly, she found a slender crystal vase, filled it and turned toward the door, placing the rose inside and setting the vase on the table.

Alex’s lips were parted, and he ran a nervous hand through his jet-black hair, obviously growing more aroused by the second. He turned toward the door, giving Dominica a clear view of his hardened package inside his pants.

Glancing at the wall clock, she decided she had enough time to play with Alex without being too late. Anyways, he was hot, and although he’d never compare to Jason, she’d definitely been attracted to his dark good looks for some time. She slid between him and the door to her apartment and closed it, pulling the chain. Her body brushed up against his, his hardness pressing into her belly as she slithered away.

“I thought maybe we’d have a drink before we left.” She said innocently, walking over to the bar and gesturing for him to sit on the plush white couch. “What would you like?”

Gulping audibly, he murmured “Anything” and sat on the arm of the couch looking uncomfortable.

She poured two tall goblets bursa escort bayan of champagne and sauntered over to him. “You look soooo tense.” she purred handing him the goblet, and sipping from her own. Placing her drink on a table she slid her hands up his chest, bending over in front of him to give him a glimpse of her cleavage.

His body tensed at her touch, his breathing becoming rapid. Cooing gently at him, she straddled the arm of the couch in front of him, her dress riding up her opened legs and exposing the soft pale curve of her ass and her cunt which was dripping and rubbing on the fabric of the couch.

“You want me don’t you Alex?” she moaned, riding herself back and forth over the arm of the couch, her bared clit brushing against the throbbing rock in his pants

“Oh god yes!” he exclaimed pulling her up to straddle his waist and grinding his sheathed cock into her crotch. “God Domi, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Ohhhh” she moaned as her lips spread over his cock, feeling it’s heat through his pants. “Ohhh Alex I want you to fuck me now…right now!” she screamed, unzipping his tuxedo pants and sliding his thick rod out of the opening.

“Not yet baby, we still have time to play” he said, gently pushing escort bursa her head down to his lap. Her soft lips closed around his cock, taking just the head into her warm, wet mouth and sucking it gently, her tongue caressing the sensitive area just under the helmet.

Alex groaned, his dick throbbing between Dominica’s lips and thrusted his cock all the way into her mouth. It felt soo good, she took it all and sucked fiercely until she sensed he was about to cum, and then slid it out of her mouth with a noisy slurping sound.

“Fuck me Alex, oh please fuck me” She moaned, sitting back up and sliding her tongue over his lips. “I want to feel you cum inside me” she said desperately, rubbing her pussy lips over his cock.

Growling low in the back of his throat, he shoved his hips violently upward, slamming his throbbing rod full force up into her dripping cunt.

She bucked wildly on top of him, his cock stretching her inside and rubbing against her g-spot in ways that she’d never experienced before. She slammed herself down into him, fucking him wildly as he fucked her harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life until both of their bodies tensed, screaming and biting and cumming in unison.

Sated…for now, Dominica climbed off of Alex and straightened her dress. A quick run to the bathroom and she was ready to go. Alex, looking a little rumpled but good overall took her arm and led her out of her apartment.

To Be Continued…

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Holding Detention

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It was Friday afternoon and school was due to finish. About time. I was so out of there once it was time to go. I was duty teacher for the day and I’d had it. Sometimes students are nothing but trouble, and those are the good days.

My final duty of the day would be sitting in the detention room giving the evil eye to whichever miscreants had earned the wrath of a teacher. Seeing it was a Friday I confidently expected there to be a grand total of zero detainees. It’s not considered nice by other teachers to lumber the duty teacher with detainees on a Friday so, as you can imagine, I was rather annoyed to find that there were two detainees to watch over.

What puzzled me was that the two detainees were a couple of the senior students. Marcia and Yvonne were two of the smarter students in the place and they rarely got into trouble. At least, not the sort of trouble that involved detention. They were usually clever enough to avoid that sort of thing and to earn one on a Friday? That took determination.

When then final bell rang I sauntered down to the room where we normally held detentions and waited for the girls to arrive. Eventually they did so, but they certainly were in no hurry to get the detention started. They were so slow in arriving I’d begun to suspect that they wouldn’t turn up at all.

They finally ambled in and I gave them the evil eye. They glowered back at me, giving me their own version of the evil eye in return. Now Marcia and Yvonne were both eighteen, intelligent, fit, and cheerleaders. They were normally followed around by a train of young men wanting to be of service to them. A smile from either of them would have young male hearts beating rapidly. The looks they were giving me were enough to scare professional wrestlers out of the ring.

“So glad you could make it,” I said, my voice oozing false charm. “I assume that you have homework you can do to keep you occupied?”

“No,” was the only reply given.

That was a bit of a surprise. Normally the detaining teacher assigned them something to do while they were in detention. Sort of putting some icing on the detention cake.

“So you’re just going to sit quietly for the entire detention?” I asked.

“We are allowed to converse with each other, aren’t we?” asked Marcia.

“Depends on the teacher running the detention,” I pointed out. “Making you stay quiet is an effective punishment at times. Impossible at other times. Might I ask why you both have landed here this lovely afternoon?”

“You can ask,” snipped Yvonne, and that was all she said.

“OK. Why have you both been given detention today?”

“For being smarter than Mrs Anders,” Marcia stated.

I was about to point out that if that was a reason for detention then the room would be very crowded, but teacher solidarity prevented me.

“More information, please,” I requested.

Yvonne sighed.

“Mrs Anders decided to give the class a lecture on the evils of climate change,” she said. “She was full of it. Marcia and I started putting up our hands and correcting her whenever she made a statement about climate change that was false or unproven. We’d done some research on the subject and we were citing facts and figures that contradicted nearly everything she said. We were perfectly polite about it. We even told her what sites to go to on the ‘net to get the proper facts.”

“She really didn’t like it when we pointed out that politicians and film stars weren’t scientists and anything they said was just personal opinion or a paid announcement,” Marcia added. “That’s when she gave us detention.”

Let me add a word to my description of the two young ladies. Sceptical. They wanted facts and figures and they wanted to know where those facts and figures came from.

I could sympathize with them but still, they probably hadn’t been as diplomatic as they could have been when rebutting Mrs Anders.

“I suspect that you could have been a touch more diplomatic about how you made your arguments,” I suggested. “You know how Mrs Anders feels on that subject.”

“We were perfectly polite,” snapped Yvonne. “She just didn’t like being told she was wrong.”

“Again,” added Marcia.

“Tell me, did you perhaps suggest that there were alternate explanations for the statements she made or did you flat out tell her she was wrong?”

The girls looked quickly at each other but didn’t reply. That was answer enough.

“Idiots,” I told them. “I should make you write an essay on the advantages of using diplomacy to tell a person they’re in error. You don’t tell a teacher that they’re wrong. You tell them that the statement they made is not quite right.”

“Well, we were right,” defended Marcia. “Can we go?”

“I would love to have you leave, because then I could go home as well. However the penalty has been given and must be served.”

“Can’t you change it to another penalty? You have that right as the teacher on charge.”

She was right. She probably knew the rule book by heart. If you know the rules it’s bursa escort easier to bend them. Bend them until they’re under great stress at times, but not actually breaking them.

“So what do you suggest as an alternate punishment?” I asked. “Sit here and write an essay, perhaps. That could take even longer than the detention.”

“There must be some penalties that are over faster,” grumbled Yvonne.

“Suspension from the squad?” I suggested, smiling as they went pale and shook their heads. “No? Any suggestions?”

I suddenly thought of one and smirked briefly. Marcia spotted the smirk.

“You’ve though of something. What is it?”

“Inappropriate,” I told her quickly.

I could see her running through possible permitted penalties, finally zeroing in on what I might consider inappropriate.

“Corporal punishment,” she said triumphantly. “Oh. Right. Inappropriate, as you say.”

“Why is it inappropriate?” demanded Yvonne.

“Do you want him to spank you? I thought not.”

“No. Not really. It wouldn’t be proper,” admitted Yvonne. “Anyway, he can’t. Rules say the same sex.”

“The rules also say I can delegate,” I pointed out.

“What do you mean?” asked Marcia.

“If you were agreeable I could delegate Yvonne to spank you and you to spank Yvonne,” I explained. “Corporal punishment applied and you’re free to leave.”

They looked at each other and I could practically see little light bulbs above their heads.

“Catch is they would have to be proper spankings so I would have to stay to supervise. And I would have to insist on a bare bottom for the action.” I smiled at the girls, confident they would be resigned to the detention. “Don’t let it worry you. Detention is only an hour, anyway. By the time the spankings were complete most of that time would be gone anyway.”

Marcia lent over and muttered something to Yvonne that I couldn’t hear. From the smirk on Yvonne’s face I suspected that I didn’t want to hear and didn’t want the discussing it. Both girls turned to me with big smiles on their faces.

“The rules say we can waive having a member of the opposite sex administer corporal punishment,” Marcia said, her smile seeming to grow bigger than ever. “Even if we spank each other you’d still see our, ah, privates, so what difference does it make?”

She’d been about to use a much cruder word than privates, just to try and shock me, but the look in my eye stopped her. Daring, but not stupid with it.

Were they bluffing or not? Damned if I could tell. Only way to find out would be to call them on it.

“You just finished saying you wouldn’t want me to spank you,” I pointed out.

“We’ve changed our minds,” said Marcia airily. “It gets us out of this place.”

“If that’s the way you feel then who am I to object? Feel free to drop your panties and bend over the desk,” I said, keeping a straight face.

It was a lot harder to keep a straight face when both girls hitched up their dresses, tucking them into their belts, and dropped their panties. Not just pushing them down a bit but dropping them right down and stepping out of them. Giggling all the while. They were still giggling when they turned and bent over the desk, standing next to each other with their legs parted a little more than the circumstances called for. Bitches, the pair of them. That was OK. I was a bit of a bastard, myself.

“As you have requested corporal punishment instead of staying for detention I’ll accede to your request,” I told them formally. “The beating will be confined to your bottoms,” my hands ran very lightly over a pair of very nice bottoms, touching with my fingertips only, “and will not impact other areas.”

My hands drifted between their legs, cupping the ‘other area’ so they knew what I was referring to. Two heads jerked higher when I did that with a funny noise coming from both of them. They both turned to look at each other, faces flushed, but they didn’t say anything.

I started spanking them, delivering a sharp spank to each cheek in turn, leaving a red handprint on each one. After a couple of spanks each I started to talk.

“It’s odd, you know,” I said in a friendly manner, “but some girls find this sort of thing quite stimulating.”

Both girls were shaking their heads, which I took to mean disagreement. I continued spanking while continuing to chat.

“It’s true, you know. I guess it has something to do with a man mastering them, punishing them. They feel helpless, and helplessness is quite stimulating in its own right. When you add that to the mastery, the man spanking them, the knowledge that he’s looking at them, well, some girls find it exciting. I suppose knowing that his hand might stray and touch them here has its own suspenseful anticipation factor.”

I demonstrated where by sliding my hands down from their bottoms and between their legs, rubbing against their mounds. There were a couple of shocked squeaks, I say squeaks because they weren’t loud enough to be called squeals or screams, and Marcia protested.

“You bursa escort bayan just did!” she exclaimed.

“Did I? Oh, sorry. I did say I wouldn’t, didn’t I? Sorry.”

I gave them both a friendly pat to emphasize the apology, although from the squeaks maybe I shouldn’t have put that friendly pat where I did.

Neither girl made any attempt to move their feet closer together. As far as I was concerned this meant that if their pussies got a little attention it was because they wanted it. After a few more spanks I dropped a couple of quick slaps in an inappropriate place. Neither girl said boo, probably hoping that the other didn’t know where they’d just been spanked.

Did I mention that among the girls who found a man spanking them to be stimulating you could add the names Marcia and Yvonne? Both of them had flushed and swollen labia, their outer lips parting to let the inner lips emerge, all puffy and wrinkled.

I dropped one last spank on each little bottom and let my hands drop down and cover two little mounds. I started rubbing them.

“I think that will suffice as far as the spanking goes,” I said, rubbing them both quite firmly.

“Can we get up now?” asked Yvonne, her voice sounding rather strained.

“If you insist,” I granted. “Ah, how about you, Marcia. Standing up or just waiting a little longer?”

“Getting up, of course,” she muttered, not making any attempt to do so.

Come to think of it, Yvonne didn’t seem in a great hurry either. A couple of fingers eased between some lips, carrying my exploration deeper. The girls were looking at each other and they were a little flushed. (I mean their faces at this point.)

“Um, will you remove your hand, please?” Marcia asked and I of course obliged, letting them go and stepping back.

They both straightened up and turned to face me. They were both flushed, breathing hard, and forgetful. Apparently they’d forgotten that they’d tucked their dresses into their belts and were now flashing me front on.

“So are you going to tidy your clothes and run along home or should I advance this penalty to the next phase?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” asked Yvonne, which was silly, in a way. I was quite sure they both knew what I meant.

“What I mean,” I told her, unzipping, “is that if you care to bend over the desk again I’ll let you test out the start of the next phase. Better yet, just lean back against the desk and you can observe each other being tested.”

“You wouldn’t really fuck us, would you?” asked Marcia with a gasp.

“Certainly not,” I told her. “I will just let you try out the equipment and then you can make up your minds.”

“Oh, really?” said Yvonne with a bit of a snigger. “And what would you do if we both said yes?”

I just smiled at her. She looked startled and then looked at Marcia.

“I’m game if you are,” she said softly, apparently assuming that I wouldn’t hear.

Marcia bit her lip, considering, and then nodded.

“We can always say no before things go too far,” she said, speaking equally as softly.

They both backed up against the desk, leaning back and watching me. I adjusted my trousers, bringing my equipment into the light. I won’t say I was over-endowed, equipment-wise, but I certainly wasn’t under-endowed. From the way the girls looked at me they weren’t going to complain. Well, they might have, but not because there wasn’t enough of me.

I moved closer to Yvonne. The way I saw it Marcia was the leader of the pair. If I tested Marcia first Yvonne could easily back off. However, Yvonne first meant Marcia would consider it a loss of face to back off. I reached down and started lightly rubbing Yvonne. I didn’t really need to, she was already somewhat aroused, but it’s wiser to check and find you’re right than it is to not check and find you’re wrong.

I took hold of her hands, wrapping one around my erection and pressing the other against her pussy.

“Steer me in,” I told her, speaking softly, coaxingly.

Her face flushed and she darted a quick look at Marcia who was watching. Marcia gave a quick nod and Yvonne swallowed nervously and adjusted the position of my cock. Her fingers parted, spreading her lips slightly, and she directed me between them. With that done she snatched her hands away, just watching to see what happened. Marcia was also watching, both of the girls seeming to hold their breath.

I pushed forward slowly. Yvonne made an odd noise low in her throat as I steadily sank into her, eyes wide as she watched me disappear. I kept moving, in no rush, feeling her passage stretch and cling, adjusting to take me. Once I was fully inside her I paused, just holding myself there, my groin rubbing against hers.

What I wanted to do was to start pumping her, and pumping her hard. What I did do was slowly withdraw, finally coming free and moving back a step. Yvonne was breathing harder and looking a little disappointed. I suspect that if I’d kept going I would have met a token protest at the most. Now I turned to escort bursa Marcia.

I had no need to tell Marcia what to do. She had hold of my cock and was steering it home as soon as I was within reach. The main difference between her and Yvonne was that I sank fully home a lot faster, assisted in this by Marcia pushing firmly towards me, helping me take her.

Cock in place, my groin pressing against hers, I asked the all-important question.

“Do I continue or withdraw? Mm?”

“Do it,” was the quick answer from Yvonne.

“My decision,” grumbled Marcia. “Ah, if I say go ahead, what about Yvonne?”

“She’ll have to wait her turn,” I replied, turning my head to look inquiringly at her. She gave a nod, which I assumed meant that she wanted to do it as well.

I looked back at Marcia and she was nodding. “Do it,” she told me, pushing toward me as she said it, grinding herself against me.

Ever willing to help a student I did it. I pulled back and thrust in hard and fast. Marcia gave a cry as I drove in this time, possibly because I just slammed into her, hot and heavy, my groin slapping against her. It wasn’t a cry of protest, though, more a cry of excitement. It changed to an eager, “Ah, ah, ah,” with every thrust, with her pushing hard to meet me. She knew exactly what she wanted and she wanted it right now.

I didn’t hold back. I just drove into her, moving fast, wanting to get her aroused and ready for a climax without wasting too much time. After all, I had another appointment immediately after her. For all that urgency I didn’t rush too much, not wanting to find myself climaxing before I’d even attended to one young lady, let alone two.

Sliding in, pulling back, the rasp of flesh against flesh exciting, rousing me to new heights. I’ll swear I was getting bigger with every stroke, not that Marcia was complaining. A fiery little thing, twisting about under me, pressing towards me, wanting more, demanding more. It wasn’t all that long and I could tell she was near a climax.

“Now?” I suggested, being answered by a frantic, “Oh, please.”

I gave a little more oomph and Marcia went up in flames, hands covering her mouth to stop herself screaming. I held on by the skin of my teeth, letting her go and saving myself for the encore.

Marcia just leant back against the desk, breathing hard, while I separated and turned to Yvonne. She was flushed and breathing hard. I suspected she’d come close to climaxing herself, just watching us. I pressed her back against the desk and then I was pressing against her, into her, driving firmly home.

She looked at me, seeming rather shocked and nervous. I just pressed against her, not moving just yet.

“Yes?” I asked, letting her consider what she wanted.

She glanced at Marcia who was now taking an interest in what was going on, and then looked back at me.

“I guess,” she said feebly, but I didn’t moved, just waited a little longer.

“I said yes,” she muttered when I didn’t do anything. I suspected that having a length of hard cock inside you concentrates your thinking, on one subject, anyway.

“Oh, god, yes, do it,” she said after another couple of moments, starting to sound a lot more interested.

I started on her, drawing slowly back and returning just as slowly. Her eyes widened and she started moving with me, not trying to push the pace but just matching what I was doing. After a few moments her eyes went sort of dreamy and she just lost herself in the gentle rocking motion.

Without changing the pace I reached up and started undoing the buttons on the front of her dress. Pulling the top apart I lifted her bra up, pushing it up and over her breasts, letting them spill free. Now my hands were on her breasts, stroking them to the pace being set by my cock.

I relinquished her breasts, turning to look at Marcia. She was watching everything we were doing, her face flushed. I nodded to her and then indicated Yvonne’s breasts. She looked confused for a moment and then caught on. She blushed and then reached for them, giggling slightly.

Marcia played with Yvonne’s breasts, touching, massaging, and kissing them, while I continued my slow thrusting, building up Yvonne’s excitement as slowly as I could. Not for her sake, for mine. After playing with Marcia I’d have exploded if I’d tried to move with any urgency. The slow pace allowed me to settle down while still letting me build up a head of steam for the subsequent explosion.

Seeing Marcia was bent over Yvonne and I had a free hand I reached for her, starting to rub her mound again. She lifted her head away from Yvonne for a moment, seeming to freeze, and then she continued playing.

Yvonne was still in a blissful state, eyes closed, moving with me and in no hurry. Yet. I could see the signs that her excitement was taking hold of her. It wasn’t going to be long before she wanted a more dynamic approach, especially with Marcia teasing her breasts.

When I did increase the pace Yvonne’s eyes popped open and she stared at me, adjusting her own pace to suit. She was breathing hard, making excited little noises, eager for completion. She also gave Marcia a surprised look. Hadn’t she realised that it was her playing with her breasts? Maybe not.

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