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Just Teasing Ch. 15

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Taking Vera’s proposal and putting things in motion was fairly simple. She’d arranged for me to spend Saturday afternoons at her club doing massage and general running around.

Vera took me to the club and personally introduced me to Heidi, her manageress. Heidi was a woman in her late thirties, and on the surface at least, very businesslike. As Vera introduced me to Heidi I am sure I saw her sneer at me, as if she’d been brought a hired stud before and he’d failed to measure up…

In Vera’s corner office, Heidi looked up me and down, and whilst looking at me asked Vera, “so what has he got that’s so special madam?”

“Nick, would you mind?” Vera asked, gesturing for me to undress.

Shrugging my shoulders, I got up and took off my shirt, showing my well-toned physique and tan. Not pausing I then dropped my shorts and stood there naked in the office as Heidi looked me up and down, taking special interest in my swelling cock and hefty sack.

“OK, looks good from here, but can he perform?” Heidi asked, not taking her eyes off my swelling cock.

“Give him a try? Nick, are you fine with that?” Vera asked. I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant but I just shrugged my shoulders and nodded yes.

Vera got up, locked the door and sat back at her desk. Heidi got up and walked behind me, cupping my butt, then taking hold of my engorged penis. Stroking me briefly she smiled, cupped my balls and commented on how heavy they felt. She complimented me on the smooth shave on my sack, and with my dick now pointing at the horizon continued to stroke me firmly. Heidi was firm in her grip, smooth in her wrist action stroking me and whilst it seemed odd to have met the woman merely 5 minutes earlier, I relished the fact my cock was throbbing away in her fingers.

She smiled some more, picked up her cell and dialled a number. The conversation was very brief, but I did gather that another woman would be joining us soon. Heidi let go of my dick and told me to get dressed again. Merely seconds after I was dressed again, a polite knock on the door followed.

In came a lady who may have been 60 years old. Demurely dressed, she entered and sat opposite me. Vera explained that Ms White would do my final interview, Vera just winking at me as she and Heidi left the room.

Ms White locked the door and started, “simple process Mr Lassiter, majority of the money that could come your way is in the hands of women my age. They love to fondle, they love to ride but above all they love discretion. So when they come here with their men, they have oodles of time to spend in the spa and health centre while the boys play golf or go hunting. Some of the ladies might be in their thirties, but the vast majority are fifty and older. The reason for me being here is simple, if you are turned off by mature naked flesh then this isn’t a good jobbie for you is it?”

“Fair enough, so do you want me to get naked now then?” I asked.

Ms White only nodded and watched. As she waited for me to undress, I’m sure I saw a camera in the corner. It felt like an audition, but to be honest I didn’t mind Vera and Heidi watching. I was wondering who else might get to see this tape, perhaps it would be used to book massages with me for the members?

Not to worry. Ms White smiled when she saw my dick come into view. I took her hand and lay her face down on the large couch and began giving her a massage, letting my cock hang on the back of her thighs as I did so. After a few minutes, I got off her and spun her around then kneeled at her feet and took off her shoes. Massaging her feet gave her the opportunity to fondle my dick with the spare foot, something she seemed to enjoy, feeling the weight of my nuts on her toes. Ms White got to her feet and stripped off, bringing a hairy fanny and sagging tits into view. Stark naked she kneeled on the edge of the couch and urged me to take her from behind. No mucking around with this old broad, she reached between her thighs for my dick and guided me into her old snatch, which by now was nice and damp.

Feeding her my cock, slowly at first to open her up a bit, I soon had this old biddy banging back against me as my pussy reamer filled her to the hilt, her cunt hair tickling my balls each time they tapped her clit. In mere minutes she shuddered and reared back, keeping herself impaled.

Moving forward and then laying on her back she spread her legs wide and beckoned me back into her. Taking my position I needed no encouraging as my throbbing dick eagerly invaded her hot sex, sinking into her balls deep easily. Oh how you gotta love older broads with a bit of fucking under their belt huh?

Now taking a nipple between my lips I had this older lady clamping her juicy cunt around my cock, soon urging me to bite her nipple and then take the other one. casino şirketleri She offered me her stiff nipples pushed together so I could get both into my mouth at once. Nibbling them with my teeth got Ms White to the brink once more and she bucked her pelvis at me with gusto this time.

“How long are you gonna keep pumping my pussy then young fella?” Ms White asked, now breathing faster.

“I’m just waiting for you to tell me how long….ready to cum anytime now….but I am rather enjoying this, so do you mind if I keep stroking your yummy pussy some more?” I teased her.

Ms White just grinned broadly and said, “you just keep pumping me luv, and I am loving this….”

I didn’t care she was older than my mother, her cunt was snug and wet around my stiff cock, legs spread and the smile on her face was a sight to see. Cat that got the cream kinda summed it up!

Ms White looked a little startled when I pushed her legs together with my cock still up her fanny; now with my legs outside of hers it trapped my nuts against her thighs. Once she got used to this her grinning face was looking down at the stiff shaft disappearing between her mature thighs. Reaching down she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and felt the heat and stiffness and she just smiled at me, as if to approve of my dick violating her sex.

Feeling her fanny start to dry I spread her wide again, and as soon as she had her legs wrapped around my back I let go, pumping spurt after spurt of seed into this old woman. The way she groaned and moaned as she felt my dick pulse inside her was yummy! Her pussy clamped down tight as I went to withdraw my now slightly softened cock, as if to keep me trapped inside her….

“Oh my, can’t wait to get a massage from you young man,” Ms White grinned, as she got dressed again. Seeing my cock still rather hard she took my shaft in her hand and stroked me, looking at me as she whispered in my ear, “I wish I was a little younger, then I could’ve stayed here and fucked you some more, but for now I better let Vera get back in here.”

With that, Ms White left the room and there I was standing around naked with a hard cock. Vera came back into the room by herself and locked the door.

“So stud, let’s see if you’ve got enough for round two,” Vera grinningly said as she pushed me to the floor. Her skirt is gone in no time and so is her blouse. In just her stockings and shoes Vera squats over my dick and slides herself down on me.

“Remember this?” she hisses as her cunt devours my cock in one slow stroke. With my balls now against her arse, tits swinging in my face this older hottie humps me for a few minutes. Next she dismounts and takes a possie on the couch similar to Ms White not long ago, legs spread wide and beckoning me to mount her.

“I’ve been waiting for another shot at this pussy reamer Nick, you make me so wet sliding onto that cock of yours!” Vera grunts as I drive my pole up her juicy slot. As her legs wrap themselves around me there is a knock at the door.

“Come back in half an hour,” Vera shouts. No repeat knocking, just Vera breathing heavy in my ear as I pound her juicy snatch.

“Do I have only half an hour m’am,” I jokingly say as Vera looks at me.

“What? You mean to say you could keep this pole up my box for half an hour? Yeah right!” Vera curses laughingly.

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” I said quietly. Vera just grins as I continue to pump her juicy hole, slow, fast, shallow, deep, half stroke and full stroke, constantly varying. She cums several times, each time she does her cunt seems to get wetter and wetter. I just can’t believe how hot this old chick is, legs spread wide, cunt full of my heavy dick and she’s just getting better and better. I guess women being like fine wine is not a myth….

Far too soon I felt the tingle in my balls, now sore from banging against Vera’s arse, and I felt my cock twitch as it spurted another load into an older woman today! Vera just grinned as my cock twitched and pulsed, feeling my seed run out of her slot onto her butt. Staying put momentarily, I ask cheekily, “so was that half an hour or not?”

“I don’t know, will have to check the replay my dear,” Vera laughs as I help her from the couch. “You are going to love spending a bit of time here luv, lots of horny older chicks like me visit here…and once they see your audition tape they’ll be creaming their gussets waiting for you to massage them…and you know I pay well…” she grinned as we got dressed.

Vera explained that Heidi and her husband managed the club, and Ms White looked after the ladies’ spa and massage centre. Ms White, Jeanette was her first name, had been working here since before Vera took over ownership and had first raised the idea of bringing in some young meat for the lady members. This was casino firmaları an idea that Vera had been wary of initially, but given Ms White’s discreet way of arranging things it had never been a problem. Apparently there had been several boy toys employed here over the years, eventually they’d be snapped up by the richer of the ladies, or they’d give up the job to return to more mundane careers. Either way, it was likely to be a lucrative and fun time, with offers of travel and plenty of gifts along the way.

As Vera and I discussed the various aspects, Heidi came back and sat briefly with us, polishing the details. Heidi even asked if I’d consider working at the club more than one day a week. “On the basis of what I’ve just seen…you’ll be quite popular,” she smiled, alluding to the fact she’d seen the whole thing on tape….

Both Heidi and Vera seemed disappointed that I declined the offer of more days at the club, but neither pressed the issue. Vera said she’d leave me to liaise with Jeanette, Ms White, when I came in next Saturday for my first day on the job, and to deal with Heidi if need be. “But Nick, I’m sure you’ll find Jeanette to be very capable of handling anything that comes up, and Heidi may only need to intervene on days when Jeanette is not around,” Vera stated calmly.

The following Saturday I turned up nice and early and Ms White took me around the club as soon as I had my newly issued uniform on. She was very cheerful as she showed me all the facilities, what impressed me how big the place was, how all the rooms could be locked to ensure privacy. Sound systems in all the areas, TV and DVD in the bigger rooms, private spas, showers and big massage tables taking pride of place. Ms White was very professional in her demeanour, not touching me in public areas, but behind locked doors she wasn’t afraid to reach below the belt, grasping my cock and cupping my ball sack a few times and grinning as she felt my penis rapidly engorge at her naughty touch. “Just checking, and I never thanked you properly for last week….” Jeanette trailed off as we walked back into a public area.

The first lady I had been assigned to was a Mrs Allison Windley, wife of a prominent businessman, a personal friend of Vera and, like Vera, a connoisseur of young hung men. I first met her as Ms White took me to the private room where Allison had been soaking in a spa pool. Ms White subtly emphasised that I was to look after Mrs Windley’s every need, and as Jeanette left I could hear the door being locked.

Allison would have been about 50 years of age, quite tall and reasonably trim, curves in all the right places of course…. A well-kept woman at 50 is far more arousing to me than a 19-year-old schoolgirl. Anyway, Allison seemed at ease from the word go, laying face down on the massage table with just a large towel protecting her modesty.

Rubbing her shoulders at first, using small amounts of oil soon had Allison murmuring appreciatively. Further down her back at her request, sliding the towel lower, I rubbed her tanned body firmly. At one point I was standing at her head and rubbing down her back, towel just barely covering her butt as Allison lifted her head and was now looking directly at my crotch. No words spoken, she brought a hand up to my crotch and just traced the outline of my semi erect penis with a finger while I continued rubbing her back.

For several minutes I rubbed her back as she played gently with my growing dick thru my shorts. Letting her set the pace, she next slid the zip down, unbuttoned the shorts and allowed them to drop to the floor. As per Jeanette’s instruction I was not wearing anything underneath. Now with my heavy cock mere inches away from Allison’s face she looked up at me, licked her lips and pulled me closer to her mouth. Sticking out the tip of her tongue, she lapped the underside of my purple helmet ever so slightly.

“Take off your shirt,” Allison ordered. I peeled off my club shirt and tossed it aside. The towel lying on Allison’s bum was flung on the floor and she patted the massage table beside her. I hopped up and lay down beside her, taking her body in my hands as she now massaged me, well my cock to be precise. Taking charge she rolled me onto my back and continued to rub my dick, now stroking me firmly and smiling at me while feeling me throb in her hand. I opened my mouth to speak but I was soon told to be quiet, so I just let Allison fondle, jerk and rub me all over. She seemed to take great delight in taking hold of my balls and rubbing them against my thighs one at a time. The soft touch she had was very intense, especially when she alternated rubbing my nuts, then taking hold of the shaft near the tip and rapidly stroking my foreskin over my helmet. The squirming I couldn’t help, her skill in manipulating me was impressive, but güvenilir casino Allison giggled softly each time she felt me squirm in response to her skilful ministrations.

After about 15 minutes of teasing me, Allison spoke, “very nice young man, my hubby wouldn’t last five minutes with me doing this….mmmm….you’re doing really well, I wonder how much of this you can handle?” The question seemed more to herself so I just grinned at her. Her face just gleamed a naughty smile back at me as she continued to tease my now very sensitive member with her gentle touch.

Looking me straight in the eye she slithered her naked body over mine, raised her hips as she mounted me and plunged my cock into her pussy. Allison just kept her eyes fixed on mine as her cunt opened up and began swallowing my rigid member, no emotion showing on her face for the moment. I’d tried touching her earlier on, but had been told to just lie back, now she briefly offered me her breasts to suck on. No orders, just her eyes boring into mine as her snatch clamped down on my dick as she slowly sank further down my pole.

The slow sensuous way in which Allison aroused and mounted me was new to me. I was more used to women frantically jerking me and humping their hot pussies onto my throbbing pole, but here I had a true connoisseur of big cock using me properly. She slowly worked her cunt all the way down onto me, sinking herself to the hilt and smiling at me whilst she bored her own cunt with my dick. Eyes still locked to mine; she wriggled back and forth as my prick was buried deep inside her… Now just sitting there, Allison began clamping her snatch tight around my dick, then relaxing and clamping tight again. It almost felt like I was being wanked with a wet velvet glove as she used her cunt muscles to drive me wild. Sitting there with her nipples covered in my saliva, clamping her fanny on my pole and looking increasingly smug, Allison had a rosy glow over her whole body….

Everything with this lady seemed to be unhurried, teasing me, now sitting atop my dick and milking me with her cunt muscles, and the incessant staring into my eyes. After ten minutes of more or less sitting still on my cock, I was getting restless and wanted to fuck her juicy cunt! Luckily for me, Allison soon began rocking back and forth, using my hefty prick as a dildo. Back and forth she rocked, her cunt now soaking wet, balls being rolled between her arse and my thighs.

“You know, I just love to be impaled…no…speared by a dick…just sitting on it…another thing my hubby can’t handle….mmmm….just as well you’ve got a real cock young man….almost too big actually….mmmm” Allison groaned softly as she increased the rocking pace and started riding up and down on me. Once more I was surprised at how limber and energetic an older woman can be when she’s got a cock inserted at the base of her spine.

Allison rocked and humped me for a while, then more or less ordered me to take over. I rolled her onto her back and took over, my cock never leaving her hot pussy as she spread her thighs wide and clamped her legs behind my back, her pelvis rocking up at each thrust I made into her love canal. Now it was my turn to take my time, and I have to admit I lingered leisurely in Allison’s juicy fanny, slowly fucking her with my rampant cock.

She never complained, merely groaning lightly, as if encouraging me to take my time. Withdrawing every now and then and running my fat knob thru her bush, over her clit and onto her belly, letting my nuts wander thru her bush, then sliding back down and plunging into her hot grotty again merely brought appreciative moans and groans from Mrs Windley. At one point she commented that I should come on her belly and tits, not to pump my spunk into her, just don’t come too soon was added with a wink as her pelvis rocked up, once more meeting a balls deep thrust. Older women, hot juicy fannies, experience and stamina, no shame, gentle touch and patience….why would anyone pass up the opportunity to make love to an older woman?!?

Feeling myself get close, I pulled out and Allison soon took hold of my cock, gently but firmly milking every last drop as my balls pumped their seed out. As she lovingly ran her finger below the cock head, she grasped my shaft further down and like so many ladies before seemed surprised at the way my dick stayed nearly completely rigid, grinning at me and winking, before urging me to stick it back up her. Never being one to disobey, I planted my prong back in her slot, letting her cum again, as she’d already done so many times this morning. In due course, her now well used pussy started to dry out and I was wishing she’d allowed me to pump her fanny full of spunk….

“Mmmmm, Vera sure wasn’t lying when she swooned over you….” Allison murmured as she slipped back into the spa pool. She closed her eyes and asked me to send some more fruit and drinks in on my way out, dismissing me without any fanfare.

I reflected on this experience on my way home and could but shake my head at what I’d become…..

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Jenny Plays Away Pt. 05

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My last day in Scotland with three work colleagues.

I was woken up early the next morning to the very pleasurable experience of having my pussy licked by Mark. When he noticed that I was awake he moved so we were in the classic sixty-nine position, and went back to his ministrations on my pussy, licking gently around the lips, then between the lips, before pushing his tongue inside me, and then starting all over again.

It was a wonderful way to start the day, and there in front of my eyes was his cock, which I watched harden and twitch as he continued to pleasure my pussy with his tongue.

He continue to suck and lick and probe, and then he began to suck on my clit. I felt a wave of pleasure flood over me, and at that point took hold of his cock and began to slowly rub up and down as I licked around the top and then slowly engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth and gently sucked.

Mark was spurred on by my actions and attacked casino şirketleri my pussy with more vigour, and his efforts did not go unrewarded as I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth until my lips met my hand, and then I began to fuck his cock with my mouth and hand.

Marks tongue was deep inside me, and I could feel his chin rubbing against my clit as he explored the insides of my pussy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came on his face, and I wanted to make sure that he was close to cumming when I did if I could. So I concentrated on licking the head of his cock and closing my lips over it and sucking hard as I pulled my mouth back up and off the tip.

I could feel his cock start to twitch, and I was bucking my pussy hard against his face. I wasn’t going to make Mark cum first, the pleasure he was giving me was too intense, and I felt my whole body shake as my pussy flooded with juices. I suck his cock deep into my mouth as I casino firmaları work my pussy into his face, and I rolled us over so he was beneath me.

As I continued to grind my wet and sloppy pussy onto his face I went back to sucking and wanking his cock hard, and I squeezed his balls gently as well. Mark continued to suck the juices from my cunt, and lick and nibble at my clit, and I could feel his cock harden and knew that his spunk would be in my throat before too long.

I gently cupped his balls and stroked my mouth up and down the length of his cock, sucking hard every time I lifted my head as if I was trying to suck his cock back inside my mouth as I lifted my head up. Long and deep and fast I fucked his cock with my mouth, and then I felt his balls tighten and the first shot of semen hit the back of my throat. I engulfed his cock deep in my mouth and milked it dry as he spurted time and time again down my throat.

I swallowed his güvenilir casino cum as fast as I could, and once his cock had stopped twitching I let if fall from my mouth and rolled off him. We lay together for a little while before Mark got up and headed in to the bathroom for a shower.

After we had both showered and dressed we met the other two guys for breakfast and then headed into the office before catching the midday train back home.

That night, back at home, I suggested to Jack that we should have an early night as I had something to tell him. When we were in bed I asked him to lay on his back, and sucked his cock until he was hard and ready and then I sat astride him, lowered myself onto his cock and as I began to ride him I shared the story of my trip to Scotland, and the three group sex sessions I’d had with him.

I rode him slowly, as I shared the details of the three nights, and after I had told him all that had happened, and how much I had enjoyed being a slut wife, I raised the tempo and rode him hard until his cock began to spurt his cum deep inside me and I drained his cock of cum.

Jenny’s adventures will continue………………..

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Jenny’s Diary

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The following work of fiction contains some sexually explicit content (including male-female sexual action). All depicted characters are 18 or older.

SYNOPSIS: Jenny, after spending years without revealing her sexual fantasies to anyone, is forced by a strange woman with mysterious powers to act them out in the presence of her college classmates.

Originally posted: February 2009

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The clock’s second hand swooshed past the six again. Two thirty-nine. Jenny wasn’t bored, though… she liked math, but at the moment, she was more fascinated with the motion of the hand.

Before too long, she looked back up at Gene, the grad student who was teaching the class, in order to catch up on notes. Even then it was hard not to be distracted, but considering Gene’s countenance, that was understandable. He was good-looking, and she respected both his concision and his general charm. His decision to regularly wear a tie was really nice. Jenny listened and wrote, and when she was confident she was safe, she looked back at the clock and allowed her mind to drift again. Every two minutes or so, the cycle restarted.

The second hand, with its hypnotic motion, was only one of two reasons to look in that direction. The second was that the clock was located above Nick. She only knew his first name by overhearing his conversation with a friend, but she liked to think that her knowledge of him exceeded that. She had watched him. His hair always fell perfectly over his forehead, and she really liked the way he smiled when he talked to… well, anyone. He seemed insightful.

She’d heard him say, “oh, hey, Brandon!” and “oh, hey, Franny!” depending on who ended up sitting beside whom. If only he’d say “oh, hey, Jenny!” with that boyish smile of his, and that laugh that made its way into the words he spoke. She had imagined him saying that to her. Indeed, she had imagined somewhat more than that.

As she looked at him, she imagined the feeling of a feather inside her right running shoe, firmly licking itself once up the sole of her foot, and endured the sharp sexual feeling it made in her.

That would be a moment for her diary entry tonight. Maybe she would expand on it. Thank goodness she had that diary, or she would have no outlet for this kind of thought. Thank goodness, even further, that it had a lock.

“I believe this is yours,” said Gene.

Jenny jumped. How long had she been staring at Nick?

Gene was looking right at her, and somehow, he was holding her diary in his hand.

“It says ‘Jennifer Deluca’ on the back,” he indicated.

Jenny’s pulse quickened. Had the diary fallen out of her bag? Thank goodness again for that lock.

“Yes, that’s mine; thank you,” Jenny uttered.

“Come up here, please, Jennifer,” Gene requested.

Jenny’s eyes surveyed the situation. She was behind a long table with a half-dozen students on either side, and Gene was standing right in front of her. He could easily have handed it to her instead of bidding her walk all the way out to one side of the room and back.

Very well. She liked the sound of his voice and the way he called her “Jennifer,” even if it was only because he didn’t know her well. Now she’d be fortunate enough to approach him face-to-face. That would go in her diary too.

Should she walk around the table to the left, or the right? Left would take her toward the door with the clock above it, and she would brush by Nick as she went. She wouldn’t embarrass herself like that, so she sidled to the right end of the room, and met Gene at the front.

“Have you been paying attention?” Gene asked her. The room seemed unusually silent. Everybody was watching her, she discovered, as she looked over the class.

“I — yes. I’m sorry,” she said to him. “May I have that back?”

“You’re sure you haven’t been distracted?” Gene said, holding the diary up, pressing the latch, and swinging the book open.

Jenny was shocked; surely she hadn’t forgotten to lock it.

“Hey!!” she shouted sharply and grabbed the book from him, smacking it firmly shut. “Thank you very much,” she said smartly, turning back to her seat.

“Jennifer, stop,” she heard Gene utter behind her, and her feet gently planted themselves on the ground.

The feeling surprised her. She was deliberately headed for her seat, but it was as though Gene was able to command her feet instead of her, and there she stood.

“Jennifer, let us please be honest,” he continued gently. “It’s time to share your thoughts with the class.”

Jenny managed to turn back to face him in defiance. She had never imagined herself capable of rude comebacks, but she had also never been the target of such condescension. One more comment and she would leave the classroom.

“Stop it,” she said, quivering. It came out softly, but the silence in the room had grown even more palpable, and no one misheard.

Gene gestured to a chair by the board. “Come and sit here, Jennifer.”

Suddenly, the surprising casino şirketleri feeling took Jenny over again. It was terrifying to feel her own feet begin to carry her to the chair. She resisted, trying to tug her legs in the opposite direction as they walked, but found herself unable to do so. She yelped in objection, saying “hey!” again out loud. There was no result.

She felt her body rest itself lightly on the chair, her hands rested palms-down on her diary, and her eyes turn to Gene softly as though seeking his approval. How this was happening, she couldn’t afford to think about. She just had to stop it.

“Consider, Jennifer,” Gene said. Her eyes were still staring at his, locked there, as he continued.

“You believe you write your own feelings, your own thoughts in their totality, but you don’t consider the full picture, Jennifer. And now, you have found yourself here, in front of everybody.”

The book, resting under her palms, felt lighter.

“With that book of yours,” he said. “That… diary. Locked. What does that lock represent, Jennifer? Is it really your desire to keep those muses secret?”

Jenny’s eyes had moved — of her own will this time — to the diary, which was now beginning to press upward against her hands. Its cover began to flutter and shake. She impulsively pressed it against her lap, but it pressed back with equal force.

“You’ve betrayed yourself, Jennifer. You can’t keep it up any longer. You want us to know, don’t you?”

The diary was so active, now, that Jennifer was hardly able to grasp the diary’s cover and spine without her fingers slipping. She clasped as hard as she could. She had never been so desperate.

“Please… make this stop, Gene,” she whimpered, and looked up at his eyes sincerely. He didn’t move, and returned her look with expectation.

The diary shot sideways in her grasp like a magnet against its twin, then attempted to jump into the air, causing her to stand quickly in order to retain it. It forcefully whipped itself back and forth, dancing her around. Her grasping hands jutted all the way above her head, and her navel — which she never exposed — flashed momentarily into full view of the class. Finally, she forced the diary to the ground and held it tightly to her chest.

“Now, Jennifer,” announced Gene, “it’s time to reconcile.”

The diary escaped her arms and zipped into the open air above her.

“No, please!!” Jenny cried. “Please don’t–“

At that moment, her diary snapped wide open in mid-air and exploded into the room. Pages flew everywhere. Jenny lost control of her own body. It mimicked the explosion as her arms and legs stretched to full extension, making her a statuesque snow angel, unable to move, watching as students grasped and began to examine the pages as they floated by.

Jenny squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could.

Everything went silent.

Jenny paused, daring not to open her eyes. Seconds passed, and then a quarter of a minute, but nothing happened.

Still with her eyes closed, she felt like she was sitting at a counter, with her head resting on her arms.

Squinting and blinking, she raised her head, and saw her own face in front of her.

It was a mirror, bordered by glowing light bulbs which illuminated her visage. It looked clean, and her hair was tidily pulled behind her ears. She was dressed in a white collared shirt, unlike the one she’d worn to class.

The small dressing room was empty and silent, except for approaching footsteps. They belonged to a young girl now entering the room, wearing a black shirt and a headset with a microphone in front.

“Jenny Deluca, right? You’re on in 90 seconds. Come on, now.” she said with an inviting smile.

This was a pretty girl with a soft, reassuring face. Not the kind of “pretty” which she so irritated to see overused beneath female Facebook profile pictures by other girls, but genuinely attractive. She knew her. There was no time to think about that, though; she leading her down a hallway by the hand.

“Are you nervous?” the girl said gently. “The first interview is never as bad as you think. The words will come right to you. And you look very attractive.”

The return compliment flattered her to the extent that she was able to concentrate on it. It wasn’t a far extent. She was presently ushered toward a door marked “studio entrance.”

“Oh, I’m Melanie,” the girl finally said.

“I know,” said Jenny pensively, trying to recall from where.

A voice came from behind the studio door, and Melanie thrust her through it easily. Everything was moving so fast.

“… To welcome our guest, Jennifer Deluca,” was all Jenny heard as the examined her situation. She was walking up to what appeared to be a news anchor’s desk in a full-fledged studio. A cityscape background stretched behind her back, and on the downstage side of the desk, three cameramen manned large apparatuses, interspersed with a few other headset-wearing, staffpeople.

The casino firmaları welcome had come from the man sitting at the desk. As Jenny stumbled to the empty seat opposite him, she recognized him as well. He reminded her of someone she had had a crush on half-a-year ago. The similarity was enough to attract her to him slightly, and she tried to harness the feeling and calm herself, if that was possible.

“Pleased to see you here, Jennifer,” he said with a smile. “May I call you Jenny?”

“Um… sure,” she said, smiling nervously back. She had nothing prepared, but apparently she was on the news, or a talk show. Whatever it was, she dared not ask any questions; she was still stupefied, and apparently, she was about to wing an interview.

“So, you go to school at Barberra College?”

The question came as a great relief; if she was only here to answer questions, then she wouldn’t risk alluding to her own cluelessness.

“Yes, I’m a sophomore there,” she said back to him.

“Are you pleased with the classes?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, brightening. “I’m in Art History, Anthropology, and Calculus for general requirements. They’re not related to my major, but I’m actually enjoying all three of them.”

“The professors are highly-rated regionally. What do you think of them?”

“They’re good. I especially like the grad student, actually, who teaches my math class, mainly because I think he’s really cute. I’ve fantasized about him a lot.”

Jenny suddenly stopped. Everything was silent. She performed a mental double-take to verify that she had truly spoken those words.

She had not imagined it was possible, but no… it was true. She looked at her interviewer momentarily, but quickly averted her gaze to one of the cameras with pressed lips.

Her cheeks burned. Never at any time would she have said anything like that, in public or in private. Her cheeks flared brightly.

“I — I didn’t mean… I mean…” she stuttered. She considered trying to rephrase her thought, but there was no synonym for “fantasized” which could possibly undo the damage.

“It’s all right, Jenny,” said the man gently. “That’s what you’re here to talk about, after all.”

She looked at him.

“… What?”

“Everybody fantasizes, Jenny,” he said. “You must know that.”

“Well… of course, I suppose. It’s just that I have some really serious sexual fetishes, and I’m really embarrassed to talk about them.”

Jenny stopped again, breathless in disbelief. It was impossible that she uttered words which, until then, had only swum within the confines of her mind. And yes, she had said them with a straight face and in the most casual manner.

Jenny found herself looking directly into another of the cameras. One dark-haired woman standing beside it, with dark-rimmed glasses and a pen pressed to her lower lip, watched with intense anticipation as Jenny felt herself take another inward breath in preparation to speak. She willed herself to freeze, not to say anything. But she felt her tongue, her own tongue, press itself lazily under her front teeth as if to mock her effort to stop it, ready to form a “th” sound at its own discretion.

“The main fetish is tickling,” Jenny said. “It’s completely embarrassing to talk about it, like I said, but I fantasize — I mean, I’ve fantasized for a long time — about being completely helpless and having someone really understand what it feels like for me to be helpless. They would really… you know, like having me in that position, and they’d love how easily they could control me by… well, by tickling me, in this case.”

No sooner had her lips formed the final sound than Jenny was once again in full control of her body. But by that time, her state had changed. She had felt her body respond to her own confession. With each word, her pulse had increased, her skin tightened. Her blushing cheeks were reflective of arousal as well as embarrassment. None of this, though, she intended to reveal. She feared that she was no longer sure what she would reveal, but she was optimistic, and redoubled her effort to stop whatever was happening to her.

And only seconds after she regained her own will, she felt the same dreaded feeling that her body was about to betray her once again. She tried as hard as she could to wrench it out of its poised position, to bite her tongue to keep it from humiliating her any further.

“I love the idea of having, for example,” she explained with calm dignity directly to the face of her interviewer,” my arms stretched above my head, and someone tickling them lightly. I would be able to try to resist, but they would begin tickling under my arms, making me laugh. And… I see being made to laugh as very erotic, because you’d think somebody in a helpless situation would protest, wouldn’t you? So, the fact that they could make me smile and laugh, and act like I was enjoying it, really turns me on. In my fantasies I know that they really like me, so I’m trying to keep myself from looking like I enjoy it, güvenilir casino but they’re making me do it for him. It’s like they’re forcing me to be sexy for them.”

“That’s fascinating, Jenny.”

Jenny thought that fascinating was not quite the right word, but her emotions had become louder than her thoughts. Her nipples were almost uncomfortably rigid, and her body was tingling. Her pelvis had contracted itself involuntarily several times while she was speaking, and she had recited that entire speech while looking directly into the eyes of her intent host.

“But most of my fantasies involve my feet,” she said, looking back at a camera.

Her cheeks accommodated a fresh surge of redness as her lips intoned what, to her, was probably the most sexual word in the English language. She usually avoided saying it, even in normal conversation.

In the moment of silence that followed, Jenny became aware that the eyes of everybody in the room were on her. The woman with the dark-rimmed glasses was still observing with calm detachment and expectation.

“Would you like to explain that?” said the man.

“Well, I never show my feet to anyone, and it’s because I feel like they’re really sexual. I especially love the idea of someone tickling my feet, especially if they’re completely helpless, because… well, a few reasons.”

She winced inside, hearing herself imply an intention to elaborate. She felt herself lean back in her chair as though to take a more relaxing position, and the movement stimulated her pelvic area to another contraction. It filled her with a pulse of sexual pleasure that she tried to ignore.

She had also been trying to ignore her feet themselves, hidden behind the desk. It appeared that this would be the end of that consolation as well, as Jenny’s hands methodically removed her shoes, and her bare feet placed themselves in front of her on the desk’s surface, soles facing directly at one of the cameras. They began to flex systematically as she felt herself speak again.

“First of all, they’re especially sensitive. They’re another part of you that can be used against you to make you laugh and smile. But also, if someone’s tickling your feet, the natural response is to curl your toes. It’s pretty much impossible to help, and of course it’s not very effective for protecting yourself. Also, I know that a lot of people are turned-on by feet, including a lot of guys, so I fantasize that whoever’s tickling my feet is really interested in them sexually… my feet, I mean. So, once again, it’s not just that he can make me laugh and everything, but he can also make my feet flex and move for him, even if I’m trying not to reward him at all. My body is turning him on without my consent, if that makes sense.”

“All right, let’s cut there,” came a smooth voice. It was the lady with the dark-rimmed glasses, standing by the camera. “We’ll get your sign-off later, Brad.”

“Thank you,” the host responded coolly. “Oh, and Jenny?”

Jenny looked over timidly, apparently stuck in her reclined position.

“You did well; good job” he said, smiled, and lightly scuttled his fingers up the soles of her feet.

Jenny was severely flustered, but his touch was too deft. She felt him draw the giggle out of her, and she ended up smiling at him, and shyly lowering her eyes, before he squeezed her shoulder and exited.

“Hey, Jenny! Good job!” said a cheerful voice from behind.

It was Melanie, doffing her headset and rubbing Jenny’s shoulders with enthusiasm.

“Oh,” Jenny said, with none. “Thank you.”

“I asked if you were nervous on the way in, remember? I bet you were nervous by the end, weren’t you?”

Jenny bit her lip, hoping the blood would drain away from her cheeks, as Melanie walked around and looked at her.

“It’s over now. And you’ll be glad you did it. I can tell you’re not really sad. Just a little embarrassed.”

Jenny nodded.

“You know what? I have a tickling fetish too.”

Jenny looked at her.

“You do?”

“Yep,” said Melanie. “A pretty similar one to yours, it turns out.”

“You… you like to be… you mean, helpless? Too?” said Jenny with a certain touch of wonderment.

Melanie nodded slowly.

“Yes,” she said. “I enjoyed watching you talk about it. It bordered on touching. I mean emotionally, not…”

“I understand,” Jenny affirmed.

“Especially the feet part.”

Both were silent. Jenny couldn’t respond to this out of self-consciousness. Her own feet were still displaying themselves on the desk in front of her, wiggling idly. Evidently, Melanie’s attention had gone there too.

“You still can’t stop them, can you?”

Jenny blushed. “I’m trying.”

“Valerie did the same thing to me, too, on my first interview,” said Melanie.

Jenny noticed that during this conversation, the studio had been vacated by everybody except for the woman in the dark-rimmed glasses. She stood poised, smiling and still watching.

“Thank you for finally introducing me, Mel,” she lilted, approaching Jenny slowly. Her face was truly angelic, but authoritative.

“What do you mean, Valerie did the same thing to you?” Jenny whispered to Melanie. “Is she the person who…”

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(Please read ‘Jenny – The First Chapter’ before reading this chapter)

Do you remember those questions I was asking myself as I slowly recovered from what could only be described as an orgy of unrestrained sexual pleasure?

My mind had been in a spin.

Had I got the job that I wanted?

Did it matter?

What would work be like tomorrow?

Could I ever face Mr. Clarke again?

As my mind started to clear I collected myself and my clothing together, becoming painfully aware that I would have to face him again whether I liked it or not. I needed a job and I particularly needed this promotion. I believe they call it Hobson’s choice, in other words no choice!

Terry and I left the office together, silently returning to the car and driving home without exchanging a word. We all know how after sex all you want to do is curl up and sleep, well that is all I wanted to do. I couldn’t face any long discussions or guilt trips this evening.

We got home, showered, had a quick microwave dinner, a glass of brandy and went to bed. Hardly trading a word or glance, as though we both knew we just wanted to be silent.

The first thing that caught my attention as light broke through my partially open eye lids, was Terry dressing for work.

“What time is it?” I asked as I rubbed my eyes and yawned. “Seven” he turned his head briefly towards me as he continued to pull up his trousers “I’m due in at eight.”

Suddenly the events of the previous evening rushed into my head and I needed to say something.

“Terry” I felt awkward and the words didn’t flow. “Terry my love.”

He sat at the end of the bed and looked at me.

“Jen I never knew you were like that or….” looking a little perplexed.

“like what?” sitting upright in bed. “Or what Terry?”

“Well…” he paused as he struggled to say what he wanted too.

“like what?” I sounded more determined.

“Well…….. so enthusiastic about…….. sex or…” he was blushing “so open about what you wanted. You have never been like that when we have been making love.”

I knew he was right, I had hardly ever used the F*** word in my life let alone during sex and had never had sex with more than one person at a time. Infact I had not slept with many men in my life, probably only about three before Terry. I could also safely say I had never in all my life had such strong orgasms as I had had that evening, Mr. Clarke had taken me places that no one else had ever taken me to before.

It was very weird as I was not attracted to him, infact he repulsed me a little and I cringe at the thought of this overweight balding 52 year old lecherous man touching me. He seemed at that moment to have this power over me and I was completely at his mercy, he made me feel very tarty and for some unknown reason that awakened something deep inside me that had never been tapped before. And the worrying thing is the prospect of something similar occurring again excites me.

“Terry I don’t know why…” (Well I’m not going to tell him what I have just admitted to you am I!) …he just ….he just sent me crazy” quickly adding to it “it was for you I did it and only because you were there.”

I was now kneeling on the bed right beside him.

”And you enjoyed it too…..remember?”

“I love you Terry” as I held his face in my hands and kissed him firmly on the lips as though to back up what I had said.

“Nothing will happen without your agreement”..

I was hoping Terry would believe what I said as the way I now felt meant there was no guarantee!

“..is that Ok?”

“I love you too” pausing as he stood. “And yes that is ok and yes you are right I enjoyed watching you with him.” He kissed me on the cheek and left for work.

As I prepared myself for work the same questions continually wandered around my mind.

What would work be like today?

Could I ever face Mr. Clarke and what will I say to him?

What will he say to me and expect of me?

I started to select my underwear from my drawer, tights, white knickers and bra.

“No I can’t wear those, what if…..” I started talking to myself “… what if I have another encounter today?”

I quickly reselected a pink lacey bra and matching thong with tan lace top hold ups. Looking at myself in the mirror as I buttoned up my white blouse, zipped up my black skirt and slipped into my black heels, I complimented myself on how sexy I looked.

“God this is worrying I’m dressing to please Clarke!” and that felt very exciting.

I sat at my desk and tried to get on with my work, but was constantly distracted wondering if Mr. Clarke would be in the office today, and if so would he call me. What should I do if he tries anything on? I was feeling very apprehensive and also very excited all day especially knowing what underwear I was wearing, and although I would not have admitted if you asked me, I wanted him to take me and use me again.

It must have been about 3ish when Anita Booth passed my office door and as she did stopped, leaned against casino şirketleri the door post, popping her head around the corner.

“Hi Jenny….I’m off to see Mr. Clarke.” Smiling as she spoke and raising a finger to her lips as though it should be a secret. “I think he’s going to offer me the job!”

She quickly left and smiling sarcastically at me through my window, until she was out of site.

Anita Booth must be a few years older than me around 32 I would think, size 16, plumpish so could do with shedding a few pounds and I would say not the prettiest girl in the office by some way. She does always dress very businesslike in a skirt and blouse with her hair tied up in bun, looking very professional wearing her spectacles.

I later discovered why she was so cock sure of getting ‘The Job’. She had been attending to Mr. Clarke’s needs in his office regularly over the last couple of weeks. He had given her the strong impression that because of this the new job was hers, so that encouraged her to offer him oral sex regularly.

I was later to find that he particularly liked the submissive way she gave him oral satisfaction as she either swallowed most or all of his cum; or she would let him withdraw at the last moment allowing him to cum over her face or cleavage.

My thought patterns were disturbed about an hour later by my telephone ringing at my desk.

“Hello, Jenny Payne speaking”.

“Clarke here” Mr. Clarke retorted in his abrupt voice. I momentarily froze and failed to answer.

“I have Miss Booth in the office with me, I want you to join us now”.

I was speechless.

“Are you there Payne?” he barked.

“Yes sir…sorry sir I’ll be there directly”.

I was in a flat spin not being able to decide whether I was scared of what may happen or excited by the prospect of another adventure that stretched my sexual boundaries. Either way I had no choice but to go.

I tentatively knocked on his office door.

“Enter” he barked from behind the solid wood door.

I swung it open and walked in, not sure how to react after my list visit to this room.

The aroma of the wooden furniture struck my nostrils and all the feelings of the previous evening flooded my mind.

Anita Booth was standing in front of me with her back to the door facing Mr. Clarke who was sitting back in his leather chair the other side of his large oak desk.

“Close the door and come forward” he directed me with his hand waving in the general direction of Anita.

As I let the door swing closed and started to step forward he barked at me again.

“I said close the door” pointing at the door, I obviously looked a little puzzled as the door was shut.

“Turn the lock so we are not disturbed” he sounded exasperated; a shudder went up my spine as I turned and complied with his request. At that moment I knew that something sexual was very likely to happen and the very thought strangely excited me.

He beckoned me forward to stand beside Anita as he spoke.

“Miss Booth is in need of some help Miss Payne”. As I stood beside her I became aware that she was standing there with her white blouse completely unbuttoned and untucked as it hung out of the top of her skirt; her white full cup plain cotton bra was in full view. Not only that, she was holding the front hem of her skirt in her hands so her knickers and tights were in full view.

I started to blush.

“Miss Payne” he made eye contact with me. ”Unbutton your blouse so Miss Booth can see your underwear.”

I hesitated for moment then started to release the buttons one by one, slowly revealing my lacey pink bra.

“See Booth that’s what we call good presentation” looking at me. “She needs some instruction regarding her dress code at work”.

Turning back and looking at Anita.

“Well look closely women…. Function is important, but presentation turns an ordinary day into a spectacular experience” she was obviously embarrassed and so was I

“Not only does it look good but it will feel good too, far better than just the white cotton thing your wearing” waving a hand in my general direction.

“Feel for yourself….. go on touch her bra” I was blushing and so was Anita.

She turned to face me and although she said nothing her eyes spoke apologetically as she let go of her skirt and her left hand cupped, stroked and felt my lace covered right breast. It was like electricity passing through my body and without any warning I let out a gasp.

Mr. Clarke at this point stood up and walked around behind us as he spoke.

“Well feel the other one too. …… but linger a while and just enjoy the moment. I know Miss Payne will”

He was visibly drooling as she complied and massaged my left breast a little more firmly than the other, both hands now in unison kneading me.

“That’s right just caress and fondle those gorgeous globes”

My nipples now displayed my excitement as even Mr. Clarke became aware that they were erect.

From behind me he whispered in my ear.

“So casino firmaları you like that ummhhhhhh”. Watching as she manipulated my breasts.

“Now Miss Payne please lift your skirt to your waist so Miss Booth can appreciate the rest of your attire”. I didn’t even hesitate I just did as he asked and lifted the hem showing my hold ups and thong.

“Ummhhhhhh” he responded “Very sexy ummhhhhhh nice”.

Standing directly behind Anita he placed his hands on her shoulders. We looked at each other directly in the eye, not knowing what we were about to be subjected to. With his hands on the top of her shoulders he pushed downwards.

“Kneel” so she did finding her face level with my crotch.

“See Miss Booth that is what we call sexually alluring underwear a complete contrast to the underwear you have on and Miss Payne has worn it today to excite me, haven’t you?” I didn’t answer just blushed as he looked at me straight in the eye with a smile

on his face.

Still gazing directly into my eyes he gently pushed her head forward until I could feel her breath on my thighs.

“Take a close look Miss Booth and feast your eyes on what you see”.

I swallowed hard as I tried to keep my composure.

“Run your hands up her thighs and feel those silk holdups with there lacey tops” she obeyed again and ran her hands slowly up my calf’s and onto my outer thighs.

“Ahhh” I gasped again and arched my back at the same time as biting my bottom lip.

He leant forward and placed his hands directly over hers and guided her to touch the bare flesh at the top of my legs.

“Ahhh” I gasped again.

Holding her wrists he pushed her hands still higher until they came to rest on the front of my hip bones, then around to grasp my buttocks hidden under my skirt.

“See Miss Booth doesn’t that feel wonderful” his cheek brushed my left breast and paused for a moment as he straightened himself up.

He then pushed her head slowly forward again until her nose brushed the gusset of my thong.

“Can you smell the aroma of her excitement?”

“Well Miss Booth?”

“Yes I Can” she answered faintly

“Lick her gusset” The atmosphere was electric as I amazed myself at letting this happen to me. I could feel her tongue drag along the material and this in turn causing a brushing sensation along my lips, simultaneously her hands started to massage my buttocks.

Mr. Clarke walked behind me.

“Carry on Miss Booth” so she continued stroking my now damp thong with her tongue each stroke seemed to penetrate even further. The soft moist material gradually invading the valley between my lips.

“Miss Payne” he whispered as his hands came under my arms and cupped my breast, with thumb and finger tweaking my engorged nipples.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” was the only response I could muster as I was again overcome by eroticism of the situation.

“Part your legs my dear” as his foot encouraged me to widen my stance by tapping gently on my inner ankles. I did as he requested this allowing Anita better access to my haven.

”We discovered you were a tart last night begging me to take you, today my dear we will discover that you have other hidden sexual cravings!”

“Tell Miss Booth what you begged me to do to you last evening” I could here him purring. “Well?”

“I….” was I actually going to say out loud what I was thinking? “…….begged you to ………..fuck me.” Blushing furiously.

“And did I?”

“Yes you…..” still biting my bottom lip “…. did”

“Yes I did what?” he knew this was arousing me.

“You fucked me”

“You were acting like a common whore weren’t you?”

“Yes I was” I was audibly moaning and sighing as my arousal started to peek

With this his hands sliding away from my breasts, they trailed down to my waist and stopped at my skirt clasp and zip, I hardly notice my skirt drop to the floor. His thumbs hooked into my thong waist band and gently pulled it down, Anita helped me untangle it from my legs and step out of it.

I’m not sure who turned me around but I found myself perched on the edge of the desk, with my legs being spread wide apart.

“Lay back Miss Payne” I followed Mr. Clarke’s instruction.

Anita’s standing up had her head pushed down once more between my legs, her access now completely unobstructed as she had discarded her spectacles on the desk.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” with eyes firmly closed moaning and biting my bottom lip I was feeling things I had never felt before. Her tongue darted up and down my now swelling lips, occasionally circling my cliterous, I found my hands massaging her head and encouraging her to stay.

“Just lovely my girls….just lovely” Mr. Clarke muttered in satisfaction as he watched the situation he had created start to unfold while standing behind Anita and slowly masturbating on his erect manhood which he had released from his trousers.

Anita raised my legs still further so that I had my knees nearly in my chest as she continued the assault on my now very wet pussy. I was güvenilir casino starting to build to a wonderful climax, never in my life have I experienced such amazing oral sex. In fact I have never even been kissed by another woman in that way, let alone dreamt of having any sort of sexual contact.

She opened my lips with her fingers and delved deeper into me using her tongue more effectively; this was causing me to moan loudly and rhythmically with each stroke expressing noisily my pleasure and enjoyment.

I opened my eyes and could see Mr. Clarke over Anita’s shoulder.

“So Miss Booth lets bare this fat fleshy rump of yours shall we”. As he raised her skirt, I heard a tearing sound as he ripped open the backside of her tights and pulled down her white cotton knickers to her knees.

“That’s better” as he ran his hands over naked skin and parted her legs with his knees “At last Miss Booth I will sample the womanly delights you have to offer and empty myself into you, instead of over you.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh….No” she let out a muffled sigh of pleasure as with one smooth movement he entered his engorged penis into her aroused womanhood. Amazingly it didn’t seem to put her off from attending to me, if anything it increased the intensity of her concentration.

Looking along my body over my lacey encased breasts and hands that were massaging her head between my legs; I could see Mr. Clarke was grasping her hips and was steadily driving himself into her.

He continued sliding his swollen manhood into Anita and started to talk to me.

“Miss Payne what would Terry say if he could see you now?. By the way CCTV is turned off today”. I didn’t answer I just continued to bite my bottom lip and contort my face; I didn’t care what anyone thought I just wanted to saturate myself in the wicked pleasure of the moment.

“I told you we would discover more of your hidden desires” He started to sound a little short of breath.

“And I am sure we still have many more to discover.”

The eroticism of the moment and his comments were sending me wild, this was just too much for me to bare. I cascaded into an orgasm that seemed as though it would never stop and was punctuated by screaming at the top of my voice.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!”

“Yes, Yes, Yes…” Mr. Clarke muttered as he started to go red in the face, grunting louder

“No ..No” Anita started to protest and was trying to stop him from taking her.

“Shut up you slut and take what you deserve!” as he slapped her buttock very hard.

Pushing her forward so she was laying over me resting on her elbows, she raised her head and arched her back looking to me to help her out of this situation, I just wriggled and wrapped my arms around her body to prevent her escape.

“Let him take you .Let him use you….just enjoy it” trying to encourage her.

“I….I…”she started to cry “I don’t want to get pregnant, stop please stop…. I don’t use any contraceptives ……stop him …..please stop him”

“Push back on him, enjoy it…..let him take you….feel him swell and let him fill you up”

Without any warning Mr. Clarke withdrew himself from her as a look of relief came over her face, he took me by surprise as he plunged himself into my pussy, which was now directly below Anita’s. I could feel that he was very swollen, as he gently moved in and out of me; He felt so good as I tried to meet the inward strokes of his still swelling erection, it was nearly impossible with the body on top of me restricting my movement.

I could feel he was close to cuming and wanted him to stay expecting him to explode any moment when he abruptly withdrew from me and planted himself back inside Anita.

“No ..No” Anita started to object again. “No. .No don’t please don’t”

He gently slide himself in and out of her moist haven, stretching her wider as he pushed deeper and deeper with each forward movement.

She now was biting her bottom lip and actually starting to enjoy the invasion. I managed to slide my upturned right hand between are belly’s and reach what felt like her lips. It obviously was.

“Aahhhhhhh….ummmmmmmmmmhhhhhh……ooohhhhhhh” her eyes closed as my fingers started to gentle caress her and as he continued to slide his manhood in and out.

I could feel her cliterous becoming more erect and it was now her turn to moan in ecstasy and climb the hill of orgasm to the point of no return. She reached it with a low long moan.

“Yessssssssss!” she exclaimed

This had an immediate effect on Mr. Clarke, as his thrusts into her increased in intensity.

“I’m going to fill you up” he blurted out “any moment…………….NOW!” with one final push he exploded hot sticky semen into her inner chamber. I could tell by the expression of horror on her face that she had felt him ejaculate with some power.

“No….No” she started to whimper… “No…”

“Oh yes Miss Booth…Oh Yes Miss Booth I have emptied myself inside you” he smiled as he taunted her and just gentle slide himself in and out of her.

After what seemed like an age he removed himself, stepped back and arranged his trousers.

“Very nice girls, very nice………… I want to see you both here at 3.00 p.m. tomorrow” and looking at us and smiling “wear something sexy!”

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“Got a spare fiver?”

“No.”

“Go on. Just a fiver. I’ll make it worth your while.”

“No.”

“Please!”

I had already walked on a couple of paces, but now I slowed and stopped. There was something about that “please”. It wasn’t what you might expect;- what I had heard before by young boys, and girls, of similar age, who, when they finally realise they are not going to get a penny out of you by accosting you in the street, hurl a mouthful of abuse and epithets at you. This “please” was different. It had a note of real desperation in it. A note of hopelessness, of weariness, and of resignation too, a cry for help not from the twisted and devious mind of a youngster trying it on, but a cry because the mind that uttered the word was at its wits end;- a forlorn, pleading request for deliverance from something. I turned round.

The boy had also turned away and had begun to walk back in the other direction.

“Hey!” I called. He turned and stopped, then came towards me again. He was dressed in grubby jeans and jeans jacket, unzipped as it was a warm evening, with a pale yellow, and also grubby, T-shirt under the jacket which bore the logo “I’m good!” On his feet he wore the de rigeur trainers for a youngster of his age. They had obviously seen better days.

“Yes, Mister?” he queried eagerly. “You got a fiver for me?”

I regarded him for a moment. I am rather tall, and his head just about came up to my chest. He looked quite young, with dark hair and brown eyes which in turn were regarding me hopefully. He had long, dark, rather girlish eyelashes, which made his face look young and innocent. His teeth were even, white, and clean. He was slim, almost thin, and his skin had a faintly dusky look. What surprised me most, however, was the fact that his complexion was completely clear. I had fully expected to be faced with “a wretched, pimply-faced horror” which is what most of his ilk usually looked like. But not this boy. He looked different to the run-of-the-mill rent boys.

He glanced round and lowered his voice.

“I told you I’ll make it worth your while. Whatever you want. Hand job, blow job, a fuck? Whatever you want.”

I said nothing but continued to watch him while several different thoughts went through my mind.

“Come on, Mister,” he pleaded again. “Only a fiver. You look as if you can afford that.” He paused, and when I still didn’t answer he said, “Okay. A couple of quid then. But no fucking for that price. Just a hand or blow job. Come on. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning and I’m starving hungry.”

He turned his head to look at the hamburger bar across the road, and I followed his gaze.

“Yesterday morning?”

He nodded. “That’s right. And that was just a lump of cold chicken.”

“I see,” I said. “Come on then.”

I led the way across the road and into the hamburger bar. I sensed him following me and as we entered the place I heard him sniffing appreciatively.

“Order what you want,” I said.

He ordered a mountain of food — two cheeseburgers, two hamburgers, a large fries and a drink. I settled for a hamburger and a coffee and we went to sit at a table away from anyone else. At that time of the evening there weren’t that many customers anyway, but I didn’t want to be near enough to anyone for them to overhear us.

The boy dived into his food and if I’d had any doubts about when he really had last eaten, they were dispelled by the way he attacked the food. He really was very, very hungry. I let him eat for a bit as I finished my own burger.

“So,” I murmured eventually, “you’re offering me any sex I want for a fiver.”

He nodded, his mouth too full to speak.

“The bill for this was double that,” I pointed out. “So what else are you offering? Anything else?”

He paused in his chewing and looked at me, then swallowed.

“I can only do what you want,” he said. “But this is great! Thank you for this.” And he attacked the next hamburger with equal gusto. I sipped my coffee as I watched him.

“How old are you?” I asked him.

“I’m eighteen,” he replied through his mouthful.

“Of course you are,” I said conversationally. With that clear, slightly dusky complexion, short dark hair and the slim body, and the fact that he was slightly on the short side, he looked to be about fourteen or fifteen.

The boy sighed, and without stopping his chewing he unzipped the top pocket in his jeans jacket. His none too clean fingers fished inside and he withdrew a folded piece of paper which he held out to me. I unfolded it and read it as he resumed his meal.

It was a birth certificate, in the name of one Kenneth Noble. Son of father so-and-so and mother thus-and-thus, and if it was to be believed and wasn’t a forgery, which I had no way of knowing, then whoever Kenneth Noble was he was certainly eighteen years old. I refolded the paper, something that had obviously happened to it several times in its existence and offered it back to him.

“And who is Kenneth Noble?” I asked him.

He nodded as if he casino şirketleri had expected just such a question next. Once again the grubby fingertips fished inside his pocket and this time they withdrew a passport. Silently he held that out to me.

Whatever I had expected, it wasn’t this. I opened the back page, and there, sure enough, was a photo of the boy sitting opposite me. A year or so younger, but unmistakably him. The passport had been issued fourteen months earlier, and still had almost nine years to run.

I handed the passport back to him and he pocketed it with a nod.

“I apologise, ” I said. “Lucky you have the passport, but you don’t look eighteen.”

“I know. It’s come in useful sometimes.”

He used his fingers and thumb to collect the last remaining crumbs of French fries and ate them. Then he sat back with a contented sigh and started on his cold drink.

“Thank you,” he said again. “You have no idea how good that was.”

“And what happens now?” I asked. “Having eaten your fill free of charge, you make a beeline for the door and run off down the street?”

“No,” he said to me. “I sit here until you either tell me to get lost, or we go somewhere and I repay you for the meal. And your kindness,” he added.

A strange feeling went through me. My initial reaction on hearing that “please” from him had been right. There was something different about this rent boy, this youngster, this down-and-out. He was polite, he had manners, he looked and responded as if he had some intelligence, but more to the point, he had actually sat there and said, in his own way, that he was not going to rip me off.

“You don’t have to repay me,” I said at last. The thought of sex with this boy was turning me on, but, simply because of the way he seemed and the way he behaved, I couldn’t bring myself to accept his offers.

“Well, I feel as if I should repay you in some way,” said the boy. He leaned forward slightly in his seat and I felt his warm hand on my thigh. He squeezed it very gently and then stroked his fingers up towards my crotch. “People call me Kenny. What’s your name?”

I considered whether to tell him for a few moments, but before I could reply he removed his hand, shrugged and said, “Whatever. Listen, Mister. I can tell you’re not like my usual tricks. No-one has ever bought me a meal before I’ve given them what they want. And usually they just pay me and I buy something. What you just did for me means a lot to me. Thank you once again. But let me give you something in return, okay? Do you know somewhere we can go?”

“Yes I do,” I said. While he had been talking, several things had chased themselves through my mind, and, depending on the next few minutes, I had decided what I was going to do.

“Take your jacket off and show me your arms,” I told him.

He smiled. “Don’t touch the stuff, Mister,” he said, and proceeded to remove his jacket. He held out both arms and they were as clear as the rest of his skin. Not a bruise or a dot or a track or a puncture mark anywhere. Inwardly, I relaxed a bit.

“And I don’t snort, either, but you’ll have to take my word for that.”

“Okay,” I said. “That just leaves one problem.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Despite the fact,” I began, “that you look young, healthy, have a good complexion and are probably generally in good health, given your –calling–, one might say, you are probably riddled with Aids.”

The boy shook his head decisively.

“Not me, Mister. At least, two weeks ago I wasn’t.”

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

“Really?”

Kenny sighed deeply and fished in another pocket of his jacket. Once again he presented me with a folded paper. “This was two weeks ago,” he said. “And I’ve only scored a few tricks since then. And I am always very careful.”

The letter, addressed to “whom it may concern”, bore the crest and insignia of a major hospital. In a simple, single sentence it stated that as a result of a blood test taken on that day, Kenneth Noble’s blood was found to be normal and showed no traces of the HIV virus or any other infectious or known sexually transmitted disease. There was a doctor’s signature, an inked stamp from the hospital, and it was dated, as Kenny said, two weeks previously. He was putting his jacket on again as I handed the paper back to him. He refolded the letter and put it away again.

“Apart from the first two times, I’ve always made sure a trick used a condom if he wanted to fuck me. The other guys warned me I should. They told me I’d live longer that way. And I haven’t swallowed any trick, either. So I’m pretty sure I am clean.” He sat back and regarded me. “Happier now?”

I nodded. “Yes.” I toyed with my empty coffee cup.

“Kenny, tell me about yourself. Why are you here, doing this? You seem to be intelligent, you speak well, and it seems you look after your body, or have done till now. Why are you a rent boy?”

Kenny sipped his drink.

“Very simple,” he said. “My father is from Asia and my mum is English.”

That, casino firmaları I thought, explained the slight duskiness of his skin.

“For a long time,” he went on, “my father has always taken every opportunity he could to touch me. More to the point, he also took every opportunity to get me to toss him off. He told me if I told mum he would just deny it and call me a liar. He also tried to get me to give him a BJ several times, but I wouldn’t.”

Kenny paused and looked out of the window at the busy street, but his eyes were far away, seeing things that were locked in his mind, and only brought out for inspection on rare occasions.

“About four months ago,” he continued in a soft voice, “my mum was visiting her sister and was away for a day or two. My father wouldn’t leave me alone from the moment she said goodbye to us. I had to toss him off as often as he could get hard again. He kept on about a blow job, but I wouldn’t. He came to my room the first night she was away and said if I wouldn’t suck him off, he would fuck me instead.”

Kenny paused and I knew he was reliving it all in his mind as he explained.

“In the end I agreed to suck him off because I didn’t want him sticking his cock in my ass. He loved it. Half an hour later he wanted it again. In the end, that night, I must have sucked his cock at least half a dozen times. The man’s stamina was amazing.”

Kenny looked down at his drink and his words became very soft.

“He made me swallow his cum every time.” He took a deep drink from his fruit juice, as if it would wash away the memory. There was a silence and I let him finish the torture in his mind. At last he looked up at me.

“The next day he said how good it had been and tonight we would do the same again, but tonight he would definitely want to fuck me as well.” The boy sipped his drink and stared out of the window again. “I packed a few things in a bag and went to my mate’s house. I wrote a letter to my mum explaining it all and then jumped on a train and came here. I had a little money.”

He faced me squarely.

“Not a very nice story,” he said. “But the truth. Now, of course, I do all those things without hardly thinking about it. But at the time…..and my own father….” He tailed off and his eyes took on that absent-minded gaze again.

I reached across and gave one of his hands a squeeze.

“I’m really sorry,” I said. “You’re right — it’s not a nice story. But I can understand you needing to get away.”

“Far away,” he agreed.

“Have you never been in contact with your mum since you left?”

“Only a birthday card with a note inside it telling her I was fine and I was okay and I’d got a job and she shouldn’t worry.” He finished his drink and gave a wry smile. “Not the sort of job she would be thinking about,” he admitted, “and of course she will worry,” he added. “I know that.”

It was my turn to nod. “Yes, of course,” I agreed. “Don’t you miss your mum?” I asked gently.

“Yes, I do. Very much. I keep a photo of her.” He patted a pocket. “I’ve thought about contacting her, but that would only lead to questions I don’t want to answer and pleas for me to come home, but I’m never going back while he’s around.”

I leaned back and regarded this strange young lad for a while. He seemed content to sit there and watch the world go by outside.

“Where’s your plot?” I asked him.

“Under the railway bridge,” he replied absently. “As soon as I got off the train I put my bag in a left-luggage locker.” He reached down the neck of his T-shirt and brought out a key dangling on a thin cord, then let it drop back out of sight. “Then I went into the station café for something to eat and I met — I suppose you could say I was picked up, or recruited by, a young guy called Lee. He told me I could doss down with him if I didn’t mind sleeping rough. I’m not stupid. I guessed what he was. He told me it was a good way to make quick money. He could make sixty or eighty pounds a night. He took me round the corner under the bridge and I’ve been there ever since. He’s the only other person I’ve told the truth of what happened.”

“I see,” I said quietly. “And after your fa—after your experiences, I suppose it wasn’t too difficult…..?”

“The first couple of times were not too easy,” he admitted. “Kept seeing my father and not the trick. But after that……” he shrugged expressively and watched me for a few moments. “Why am I telling you these things?” he muttered uncomfortably.

I ignored that. “At that sort of money your mate can soon retire,” I said.

He gave a short dry laugh. “Lee’s habit costs him almost that much each day,” he said.

He watched me silently for a while, then;-

“You said you knew somewhere to go,” he reminded me.

“Yes,” I agreed. “Shall we go?”

He collected the remains of our meals and dumped the rubbish in the bin on our way out.

“You were well brought up,” I observed.

“Yes,” he agreed. “I was. And I had quite a good education too.”

“You’re not my idea of a rent boy,” I told him, güvenilir casino and he chuckled.

“And I’ve told you,” he said, “you’re not my idea of a trick, either. Something different about you.”

“More than you know,” I answered. I felt him look up at me as we walked along. He was silent for a while, and then, “What does that mean? You’re not into the rough stuff, are you?”

I shook my head. “Not at all.”

I could feel the wave of relief that went through him.

“Good,” he said. “I was a bit worried there for a moment. Look.”

He stopped, pulled aside his unzipped jacket and pulled up his T-shirt. Across his ribs were two large, angry red weals. He let the T-shirt fall and resumed walking.

“Legacy of the wrong type of trick,” he explained succinctly.

“An occupational hazard, I would think,” I ventured.

He nodded. “Yes. Maybe I’ve been lucky up to now. Perhaps because after that I’ve tried to go for a trick who looked at least half-decent. I know some of the guys who’ve been beaten up really badly.”

“What happened?” I enquired. “If you want to tell me,” I added hastily.

Kenny shrugged. “The trick thought it would be fun to rough me up before he fucked me,” he said simply. “After he hit me the second time I kicked him in the balls and ran. I went to the hospital because I wanted to be sure the guy hadn’t cracked or broken a rib, because it hurt a lot. While I was there I asked if I could have an HIV test. They asked why and I just told them I had a few sexual partners. That letter is the result.”

There was another silence for a while.

“Most of the guys carry a knife now,” Kenny said suddenly. “I don’t. Maybe I should start. One I know has a gun.” He shook his head. “Stupid.”

He stopped again suddenly and faced me. “Why am I telling you these things?” he said again earnestly. His brown eyes searched my face.

“Maybe you think I’m a good listener,” I answered evasively.

“Hmmmm!” was his only rejoinder, and we continued walking.

“Have you never tried a girl?” I enquired.

He nodded. “Oh yes. I had a girlfriend for a short while, back home. But after sex with her a couple of times I realised I wasn’t enjoying it that much. It didn’t feel right, somehow.” He fell silent and his face took on an introspective look. “I suppose I’d got so used to the feel of a man, the feel of a cock, that a girl did nothing for me.”

Another pause, and then he said thoughtfully with a flash of quite adult reasoning, “I suppose you could say my father made me gay.”

Silently, I agreed with him. In one way I thought of his father with disgust and revulsion because of the abuse to his own son, but in another way, as I glanced down at his young face and trim body, I was glad Kenny had turned out the way he had.

He didn’t ask where we were going, and after about fifteen minutes we arrived at my place. I drew the key from my pocket and opened the front door, gesturing for him to go inside.

“Is this your place?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He nodded and looked round. “Nice. Where do we go now?”

I pointed to one door. “You,” I told him, “go in there. I,–” I pointed to another door, “–go in there. I’ll see you in a while.”

Kenny looked at me in puzzlement, and then hesitantly opened the door I had shown him.

“Wow! A shower!” He turned and looked at me. “Do you know how long it is since I had a shower?”

“A while, I imagine,” I said dryly. “Help yourself. I’ll see you when you’re finished.”

Even as I spoke Kenny was throwing his jacket on the floor, pulling the T-shirt over his head and unzipping his jeans.

“Oh, boy!” he exclaimed. “I am going to enjoy this!”

I shut the door and left him to it. I went to the living room and surveyed it. Sitting on the sofa I poured a small drink and sipped it as I thought. I really liked Kenny. I found him very easy to be with. There was something appealing about him and he was certainly sexually desirable. He was handsome, and no doubt given different circumstances, would have been a favourite with the girls. As it was, he could have a good life ahead of him. If he survived that long. If he didn’t get beaten to death first. And if he stayed off the drugs. And the booze. And if he could get himself out of the life he was presently in. I looked around the room. There were lots of things that would fetch money if they were nicked and sold on. TV, video, movie camera in one of the drawers, a little jewellery which was good quality gold and which I never wore. Yes, if Kenny had a mind to lift something from me, he could make quite a bit of money out of my stuff if he knew where to take it — and I presumed he did. His friends would have told him that.

I could hear the shower running. I imagined his body, completely undressed, smooth, young and his cock growing hard as I touched it. My cock stirred at the thought. Yes, I wanted Kenny very much, there was no doubt about that.

I let my thoughts ramble through my brain and then made a decision. While Kenny was enjoying himself in the shower, I made certain preparations and did certain things. Then I returned to the sofa and I was still sitting there when I heard the bathroom door open. Kenny came out, wearing just his underwear. I stared at him.

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I haven’t slept in my own bed since the day Dad and I went to the lake a week ago. Do blow jobs count as making love? That seems like such a stupid question. I think it does. I’ve been practically worshiping my Dad’s cock since my first taste. I swear I’m literally addicted to wrapping my lips around his head and feeling it harden in my mouth. I’ve seemed to have adapted quickly to accommodating his thickness. My jaws don’t even ache anymore. And I’m two inches shy of fitting his whole eight inches down my throat.

Fuck his whole body is amazing. It’s a walking contradiction. His muscles are so firm and rock hard when he flexes, yet when he’s holding me, it’s the softest place on earth. I think I’ve developed a hair fetish or something because I can’t stop touching the soft pelt on his chest and stomach. I find myself falling asleep at night while running my fingers through it.

I fingered him the other night. Like for real, not just rubbing my tips around his puckered hole. I was three deep while he was fucking my throat. It was so amazing. I came just from my cock rubbing against his leg. He was pulling my hair, not to cause pain, but because he needed something to hold on to. I didn’t mind. I mean it did hurt, but it just added to how hot I already was. He came so hard that night. He passed out like two minutes after he shot a huge load into my mouth. He was snoring before I even finished cleaning his cock with my tongue.

I’m sitting on the floor in my room thinking how things have changed with us. I never thought this would happen. I just wanted us to be close again. But now…now I love him more than I thought possible. He’s really everything to me. I had my head in my hands when Dad walked in. I didn’t even hear him come up.

“Hey baby boy,” he whispered as he sat next to me by the bed. He immediately put his arms around me and held me tightly.

“Hey Dad,” I was tired. My head hurt.

“Wanna tell me about it?” he said, trying to keep his voice free of worry.

“I got my college welcome packet in the mail today.”

“And that’s got you sad? I thought you were looking forward to school.”

“I was. But that was before. Before us,” my voice cracked. I was trying to hold it in.

“Oh JJ, that’s no reason to be sad. It’s not like we’re never going to see each other. And trust me, when you get there, you’ll meet so many people you’ll probably hardly miss your old man,” he joked.

I sat up and looked at him, “Dad do you have any idea how I feel about you? I love you.”

“I know baby, I love you too,” he touched my face.

“No Dad, I’m in love with you.”

“I know baby. I know,” he took my lips softly. “My heart is yours John Jr. casino şirketleri But I still don’t want you to be upset about going away to school. I know we won’t see each other every weekend, but it’ll be often, I promise.”

“I’m just scared. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Listen, you don’t have to hurt yourself thinking about this now. We have some months yet to work things out. Let’s get you through graduation next week at least, huh?”

I just nodded and snuggled into his neck. I’m gonna have to steal one his shirts to take with me. I don’t think I could sleep without his smell.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Graduation day was a mixture of pleasure and pain for me. I was excited to be finished with high school of course but it just seemed like it was just one step closer to my leaving home. Most 18 year olds were dying to leave home but I just didn’t want to go anymore. My friends thought I was being a total pussy when I said I was worried about leaving. They didn’t know the real reason of course.

I could hear my dad and Aunt cheering me on as I accepted my diploma. I spotted them and gave a wave as I walked across the stage. I had tears in my eyes as I returned to my seat.

Dad took us all out to eat after the ceremony to celebrate. Aunt Elisa, her husband and my new little cousin were also in tow. She whispered to me how happy she was that Dad and I and finally found each other gain. If she only knew how much we’ve found each other, I thought. I could feel my Dad rubbing his leg against mine throughout dinner. I was aching to touch him. I couldn’t wait to get him home.

We said our good-bye’s to Aunt Elisa at the restaurant. Since graduation was during the week they had to head back home for work the next day. As soon as Dad and I were in the car, I reached over and palmed his cock. At the first red light, I leaned over and licked and bit his neck. “I’m fucking you so hard when we get home,” I whispered in his ear. A breathy whimper was his response.

The kitchen door barely closed behind us before we attacked each other’s lips. The need this time was remarkable. I had to have my cock inside of him tonight. I couldn’t wait any longer. Why had I waited this long? “Fuck Dad, I’ve wanted your lips on mine all fucking day,” I said between breaths.

“You have no idea how close I came to giving them to you.”

Both our jackets were left on the kitchen floor. Our ties at the bottom of the stairs. Our shirts unbutton as we climbed the stairs to Dad’s bedroom. Our bedroom. We kicked off our shoes and tossed our shirts…somewhere. Dad reached for his belt buckle, “No Dad, I got that part,” I said as I kneeled in front of him. I looked up at casino firmaları him, seeing nothing but lust and love mixed beautifully on his face.

I opened his fly and pulled his slacks over his ass. He stepped out of them and I reached for the bulge in his boxer briefs. I rubbed my face along his hard shaft. I inhaled his amazing odor. I’ll never tire of his scent. My cock pulsed in my own briefs. I could feel myself getting wet.

“Suck my cock son,” Dad commanded.

I think it turns him on more to call me son while telling me to do something dirty to him. It definitely has that effect on me. I removed his briefs and gave his shaft a few strokes before swallowing it down my throat. “Hmm hmm,” I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I loved his cock in my mouth. It was so hard, so hot, so mine. I went at his dick with vigor. I made sure not to let him come though. I wanted to be inside him when he came. But I wanted his body turned completely on before I entered him.

I let go of his cock with a wet plop and stood. Dad went straight to my pants and removed them with the quickness. I turned away from him and crawled on the bed on all fours and waited. I could hear Dad’s breath hitch at the sight of my spread ass before him. He licked me from my balls to top of my ass crack. “FUUCK!” I cried out. It felt so got-dammed good.

Dad began to eat my ass as if it was best meal he’d ever tasted. His tongue explored in and out of my hole. I could feel my pucker opening for his little pink muscle, begging it to go in deeper. He reached under and stroked my cock, smearing the precum all over my shaft. My grip was so tight on the bed spread my knuckles were turning white. “Stop stop stop, Dad, I can’t take anymore.”

“Baby your ass taste so good. I don’t wanna stop,” he said before diving back onto my hole.

“Oh god Daddy, please! I wanna fuck you! Stop so I can fuck you,” I begged. He pulled away from my ass and I turned over to face him. I took his mouth, demanding he share my flavor. “How do you wanna take my cock Daddy?” Without saying a word, he slowly turned away from me and lay his head a top his folded arms. His back arched deep and his beautiful round ass perched high.

I kneeled behind my father’s ass and could see his furrowed eye winking at me. It wanted my cock. I knew it wouldn’t take much to prepare him for fucking. I decided to returned the favor and taste that ass of his. Getting his hole nice and wet. He squirmed and groaned deeply.

He reached down to stroke his cock, but I slapped his hand away. “No. You won’t touch your cock. It belongs to me tonight.”

I grabbed a small bottle of lube from the night stand and dripped some directly onto his güvenilir casino hole. I swear it opened and swallow the lube inside. I slipped two fingers inside of him without resistance.

“Oh yes, JJ. That feels so good. More please. I need more.”

“I could skip the fingers Dad. You wanna go straight to my cock?

“Yes! Yes! Please…just go slow.”

“Don’t worry Dad, I’ll take care of you. I love you.”

“I love you too baby boy.”

With that, I slicked my shaft and positioned it at his entrance. I pushed my cock into him at a snail’s pace. I heard my Dad wince and I stopped. “Are you ok? Am I hurting you?”

“It always burns a bit at first baby. You’re doing great, trust me.” Dad started pushing himself back on my cock and I just went with it. He rocked his ass back and forth until he was fully seated on my pole.

“Fuck Dad, your ass is so tight. I can’t believe I’m finally inside of you.”

“Oh baby, you cock feels amazing in my ass. I never felt so full. Fuck me JJ. Please…fuck me hard,” he pleaded.

Hearing those words again, triggered something inside. I grabbed my Dad’s hips and pulled my cock back until just the head was nestled in his hole. I slammed my hips forward and started pounding and punishing his cavity. I wanted my cock to spoil him for any other. I wanted his ass to remember I was there for days to come. From the incoherent pleads and whines coming from below me, I was doing just that.

He sobbed for a moment when I dislodged my cock. “Turn over Daddy, I need to see you when you come. He spread his legs wide for me and I pushed my rod back inside of him. I rotated my hips so I could hit his walls at every angle. Once I found his prostate, I couldn’t help but attack that spot. Dad was lost in ecstasy. His mouth open wide, his lungs struggling to catch air and his cock was leaking like a waterfall. Beautiful…just beautiful.

I felt myself getting close. “Daddy, I need you to come with me.” I grabbed his cock and jacked his cock in tune with my strokes. I could feel his ass tighten and see his balls draw up.

“OOOH JJ! JJ! I’m coming! Oh god!” he screamed.

After his first spurt shot over his chest, feeling his ass tighten around my cock triggered my own orgasm. “Oh fuck Daddy! I’m coming Daddy! I’m coming inside you Daddy!” How I managed to keep stroking is cock during both our orgasms, I’ll never know. Feeling his asshole grip my dick while I came was a feeling I can’t even describe. I think he’s spoiled me for any other.

I bent down and gathered some of Dad’s juice from his chest with my tongue. I brought my lips to his and shared his load with him. He moaned softly. He looked so spent. So thoroughly fucked. I couldn’t help but smile. I reluctantly removed myself from my Dad’s body and got a warm towel to clean him up a bit. He was snoring softly when I returned. So cute.

I wiped our bodies and tucked us both in for the night.

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Riley tossed and turned in the bed as he tried to find a comfortable sleeping position. This damn heat wave was unbearable! He let out a frustrated sigh and glanced at his wife, who was sound asleep. Kicking the covers off he got out of bed not bothering to put on any clothes and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

He rambled in the fridge, popping a few pieces of cold fruit in his mouth as he searched for something to help cool him down from the sweltering heat. An ice cold glass of water would do the trick he thought. He fumbled in the cabinets and pulled out a large rimmed mug and chuckled to himself as he worked the ice and water dispenser, remembering when his wife had bought it for him. After taking a nice long chug he refilled the mug and headed back upstairs.

After placing the water on the nightstand he settled back into bed and attempted once again to get comfortable, but yet again, comfort eluded him. Turning on his side he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at his sleeping beauty. She had kicked the blanket off of her and her round breast formed a decadent outline against the tightly wrapped sheet. With each breath she took they softly heaved up and down, her nipples nearly escaping.

Riley licked his lips, wanting to take the perky buds in his mouth and suck and nip at them until it drove her crazy. A tug was all it took to disentangle the sheet from her. She sighed in relief and rolled over onto her side, still asleep. His could feel his dick harden even more as he looked at her lush casino şirketleri body, a slight sheen of sweat beginning to form on her from this god awful heat.

After a few more moments of surveying her, a wicked grin came across his face and he reached over and grabbed an ice cube from the mug of water. Placing it in between his lips he leaned down and grazed it across her nipple. Lysa’s body twitched and her hand swatted at the offending sensation before rolling onto her back. Riley tried not to laugh; she was such a grouch when someone disturbed her sleep. He grazed her nipple with the ice cube again and again until she awakened.

Lysa shivered as she came fully awake, still not quite in control of her senses.

“Ummmm. Baby what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly as his mouth closed over her nipple, the sensation of the cold ice and his warm tongue driving her wild.

“You looked hot. I thought I would help you cool down.” He said with that wicked grin.

Grabbing another ice cube he began to trail it in a pattern all over and down her torso. She jumped and gasped when he slid the melting cube from the base of her cunt to her clit.

Her hands clenched the sheets as she wriggled from the erotic sensation.

“Hold still baby.” He softly commanded as he reached for another cube and popped it into his mouth.

He began to kiss and lick his way across her body, alternating his tongue with the ice cube as he went down her until he stopped at her now soaking wet cunt.

She let casino firmaları loose a shriek and shuddered hard when he began to push the ice cube inside of her.

“Oooohhhhh! Riley! Please!” she begged, wanting the odd sensation to end yet craving more.

His mouth worked its magic on her, his tongue circling her clit and leaving to thrust into her moist heat, pushing the nearly melted cube further inside of her.

Lysa cried out and tried to get away but he held her hips steady, devouring her until she came with a scream.

Riley kissed his way back up her quaking body, seeking out her plump lips. She could taste herself on his tongue as it plundered her mouth and she moaned.

“I love you baby.” He said breathily in between kisses before lining his cock up to her sopping wetness and smoothly thrusting into her. Barely giving her time to adjust, he set a hard and fast tempo.

Lysa clawed at his back like a wild woman as he pumped in and out of her, her cunt gripping him tightly.

She reached her hands behind her knees and pulled her legs upward and farther apart, allowing him to go deeper.

“Ah shit!” he gasped as he continued to fuck her.

Stopping for a second Riley pulled out of her and flipped them over, letting her mount him.

She looked down at him and flashed a toothy smile, her long brown tresses tumbling over her shoulders and framing her face as she rode him.

Heavy panting and moaning filled the room as they fucked; his hand slapping against her plump ass güvenilir casino spurred her on to ride him even harder.

He reached his hand over and dipped it into the mug, scooping out a bit of water and rubbing it over her tits.

She giggled and managed to bounce harder against him as he repeated this, until her whole torso was damn near soaking wet.

Riley reached down and pinched and rubbed her clit, making her shudder all over again. Then his hands were caressing a path back and forth from her stomach to her tits.

He loved to watch them bounce and jiggle as she rode him and every now and then he would reach up and stroke them.

Lifting his upper body up, his mouth latched onto her wet breast and he began to suck and bite at her nipples, his hips rising and falling with hers.

Switching positions once again, he maneuvered her onto her hands and knees and swiftly entered her from behind.

“Come on baby, cum for me” He encouraged as he leaned down and nipped at her back.

His hand went back around to her clit and he pinched and stroked as he pounded into her until she came again with a scream.

The clenching of her muscles around his pulsating dick was all he could take and his cum shot out, filling her up as he continued to stroke slowly in and out of her.

When it was all over they collapsed in a heap on the bed, not giving a damn about the wet sheets.

“That’s your idea of beating the heat huh?” she said and they both shared a laugh.

Lysa snuggled up to him and closed her eyes, before long she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Riley kissed her forehead and smiled slyly, remembering that the heat wave would last well into the week, he wasn’t worried; they would find a way to beat the heat.

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It started a couple years ago, my wife and I were visiting my parents nothing too special they live about 4 hours away and we went up a long weekend (Fri.-sun) that way both of us only had to request one day off. We got up there around 2 my dad still at work my mom took a half day so she can see us to catch up and cook dinner that sort of thing. After catching up small talk, Christina and my mom went outside to look at the garden and have a little girl time while I prepared some drinks, as I was bringing both of them their drinks, their conversation ceased and naturally I asked if they were talking about me? Of course they denied it, and we quickly talked about the garden, yard work and the neighborhood.

About an hour or so later and another round of drinks I finally had the chance to ask Christina what they were talking about earlier. She was kind of played hard to get with the question asking me what I thought they were talking about.

“Obviously either about me or some sexual thing?”

“both.” she said.

“Well why are you talking about sex to my mother?”

“Well it was more on the lines of ever completing fantasies.”

“Are you shitting me.” I said

You see Christina’s biggest fantasy is to have a foursome (mmmf) and for me to watch and mine is to video tape, direct and take pictures while she is doing so. “Please tell me you didn’t tell my mom this!”

“Well not exactly.” I was more interested if her and your dad did anything crazy when they were around our age.” At this point I was so pissed and got up to see what my mom was doing. She was cutting veggies and asked me to turn the oven to 375. I didn’t say a word did as she asked grabbed a glass of ice and went to the liquor cabinet and poured another. “Easy there Adam we have all weekend please don’t have too much tonight so we can catch up some more especially once your father comes home.”

“No problem mom.” I said and then poured the glass only half full cause hell I needed at least something stronger then what we drinking.

Not much happened before my dad finally came home from work, before greeting us he said ” that’s right today is Friday I can finally have some relief and relax.” I didn’t think much of it but I would have thought he would have been happier to see up then just coming home from a week at work.

Then mom said “Christina… remember what we were talking about earlier. You are never too young.” Christina had a grin from ear to ear and I had no clue what she meant cause I didn’t see anything sexual of what happened prior to the commit. After dinner Christina and dad were in the back yard talking on the patio enjoying the nice weather. And I was helping mom with the dishes so I finally grew enough courage to ask mom what exactly did the two of the talk about earlier in the day.

“Oh Adam you don’t want to hear it from your mom ask your wife.” already did that.

“So why are you two so hush hush about this?”

“Well all I got to say is what ever she wants in sack just go ahead a do it. Trust me it is

well worth it for both of you in the end.”

“Ok mom obviously this is hard to talk about with you but it’s not like her and I am a dud but she just wants it more and more.”

“So give it to her son its not that hard is it?”

“No mom you don’t understand she wants more…” then the awkward pause happened.

Then she said “I get the drift son it’s still going to be the same answer how do you think your father and I have been together for so long.”

Oh my god mom, are you telling me you have cheated on dad?

“It’s not cheating if I have permission.” So just give her your permission and she will be a much happier woman after as long as you don’t get jealous.”

It might be a treat for you as it is for your father. Then I said something under my breath I shouldn’t have (father like son) but I must have said it loud enough for her to here me.

Then asked, if I had cuckold tendencies.

“Ok mom we are obviously past the point of no return on this one so here it is, I want to watch Christina with a least 3 strangers and treat is as a porno shoot as if I were a director” I couldn’t believe I just told my own mother that!

“Ok Adam, hold that thought and make us up another round of drinks I’ll be right back.”

(Oh great, now what?!) she went to go fetch my dad and wife brought us all in the living room and said she had a big announcement to make, dad and Christina sat together on the couch mom standing in the middle of the room me still making the drinks shaking like a leaf. Then mom started “Jim,” (my dad obviously) I am so proud we have raised our son to find his beautiful wife Christina and to start a life of their own. And tonight casino şirketleri we had a little chat and he is definitely his father’s son. My dad just grinned Christina looked a little perplexed. Then I brought them their drinks during this odd toast. We clang our glasses and then mom made Christina and I stand next to each other for a picture. And as she took it she said this will now be the start of a whole new life for us.

“Well mom, I thought that would have been our wedding day?”

“No Adam, its now!” Then while we were still standing next to each other she asked “so how serious are you to about moving forward with your guys’ fantasy?” Christina stepped away from my a slap my arm (pretty damn hard if I may say so) “oh don’t be mad at him honey so come are you two serious about it.”

“Well I guess we are ok with it, its mentioned at least once every couple weeks or so.”

“Well you guys need to be 100% together on this or else it will never happen.” My dad just sitting there sipping on his drink looking like he’s about to break out laughing.

Ok mom if you’re such an expert how will we ever know that we are both “100%?” (literally air quoted her)

“Pull down her top right here right now.” Dad spewed his drink out of his mouth and went everywhere. “Oh Jim behave and clean that up before I make you wear it for the whole weekend too!”

Christina asked “what the hell does that mean?”

“You see Christina I keep him in chastity Monday thru Friday and he has free release on the week ends and vacation.” “If you every see or read anything about the wife chastising the husband for more than that its probably bullshit, it hurts them too much we find a week is just right but when he’s bad enough ill make him wear it an extra day or so that’s how you can him in line.” Pointing her glass at me

“Whoa I don’t want all that.” I said

Then my mom said “you might not get the choice son.” clearly my mom was getting a little too drunk as we probably all were at this point.

After another awkward pause mom very much wanted me to pull down Christina’s top as her test. “I’m not showing off my wife to my parents!” I demanded.

Then Christina finally chimed in but not in a way that I wanted her to “but its ok if strangers get to fuck me?”

“Fine what ever I need to go to the bathroom.” once I got back dad still sitting there mom and Christina made it to the kitchen, I walk past both of them and sat in the recliner in the living room and ask my dad “Do you believe this shit?”

“Been there done that son I know my place now and couldn’t be happier.”

“Really dad so how long has this been going of for you guys?”

“Too many years son, too many years.”

Then the girls came back in and yet again mom stood by Christina facing the two of us gents sitting and said I know we have crossed many lines tonight and am sorry. I was thinking this is where this is finally going to end. Mom said “Adam I am truly sorry,” then of course I accepted her apology and said everything is ok. Great mom said since you say everything is ok. Then in a flash my wife’s top went straight down. my mom pulled Christina’s top down so fast that her tits bounced and jiggled a few times. I just put my head down in disbelief. When I brought my head back up mom stood behind Christina holding her tits. “Adam you really need to get a grip here.” (no pun intended) but made my dad laugh. “Adam, how do you expect your fantasy to ever happen if you can’t handle your wife only half naked?”

“Fine you win she is topless now what?”

“Christina why don’t you put on a little strip tease for us.” before anyone said anything mom turned on some music. Then Christina came over to me and whispered in my ear I do kind of want to dance right now. I simply said no. oh come on honey I am actually starting to get turned on right now. After a min or two (long enough for another song to come on) of back and forth with her I said only dancing this is has already gotten out of control all Christina said back is “no promises.” and then started to sway her hips.

As she kept dancing mom leaned my direction whispered this is your chance to direct.

“Um NO she isn’t sleeping with anyone tonight unless it’s me!”

“Understood but look how hot she is getting. Then mom told her to stick her hand in a put on a better show. Before I can say anything mom said to me “better get to directing or I will.” But more of a shock is that Christina unbuttoned her jeans unzipped her fly revealing her pink panties sat on the floor facing me and started going to town on her self! I looked up at dad just enjoyed the last of his drink but never taking his eyes of his daughter and law.

After the song finished she casino firmaları got up off the floor put herself together and sat on my lap, she tried to act is if nothing happened except for her whole face and neck were red as hell. I don’t know where it came from out of me but I announced that “She is done yet!” The look on all three faces was priceless.

“Get back up and put on another show and this time I want it sexier!” Mom do you have a camera?

“Yeah which kind do you want?”

“I think we need a video, a still, and grab my cell.” “While you are at it please get anything that will you have to make her feel like a true slut that I know she wants be.”

As mom was in the other rooms gathering everything Christina danced a few more songs fully clothed but rubbing her self down, smacking her on ass. Bending over making her jeans supper tight around her. I can tell dad was getting pretty hot and bothered over there. Then in came mom with a box of goodies. The cameras, couple realistic dildos, one double sided big black one, and one smaller one about 5″ or so. As mom laid the stuff on the ground I got the tripod all set up. Grabbed the still camera and handed my phone to my dad. So I said once the next song starts you start honey. Of course it had to be an ad on Pandora…two of them. But finally a song played and man o man she got into it. As soon as the song hit she literally ripped her shirt in two, her boobs swaying perfectly, grinded super sexy on my leg just super hot. Then she teased us about pulling off her pants and finally did revealing the pink tong she had on earlier that I thought were just panties. She then went on her stomach showing her ass and then we all saw it… there was a black spade on her ass. At first I though it was a real but then knew it couldn’t be had to be a sticker or something.

My mom in the peanut gallery which sounded awesome on the play back “oh my god she loves black cock!” then I called out for her to stick in the big dildo.

She then teased the camera “No that’s the finale I want to cum on all the rest of them first before him.” She grabbed a tan 8″ on first pulled her panties aside and started rubbing the head of the dildo on her clit. Once she had it in her she stroked it in a few times then the song picked up and immediately started going to town on her self, she then had an orgasm so hard she squirted.

“Wow she never has done that.” I said.

Dad then finally said something “It only gets better for her if it were a real cock son.”

“You’re not fucking my wife!”

Mom then said “you don’t have to worry about that he can only have sex if I allow him to and only with me. And after this show I am going to have to let him.” “So maybe you two want to do the next scene in the bedroom.” We gathered and set up everything in my parent’s bedroom, knowing that dad was finally going to have a fuck with mom.

Christina now naked I decided it was getting a little too warm myself and stripped down to my boxers.

Christina asked the camera “ok hubby who should I fuck next?”

How bout Billy I said pointing at the smallest dildo (so we started to name them to make it more real for us).

“With pleasure.” She sucked Billy for a minute or two stuck him in and then told her she should suck mike for a bit while Billy fucks you doggy style so she did and it was hot! We could clearly hear my mom and dad banging in the living room but at that point we could care less.

“What else do you want to do with all these cocks honey?”

“I want two of them in my pussy at the same time!” but want your cock too so let me suck you while you help your two new friends fuck me. So I took Billy out and inserted veiney mike, mike was 9 ” so as I was fucking her with mike she took my dick out of her mouth and simply said “more I need more dick.” so I then grabbed Billy again had her spit on it and plugged away. Now she was really working my cock for all it was worth. I was getting real close to spewing right there and she could sense it. She told me to put it on her chest. So I shimmied down a bit and gave one hell of a load, exhausted I went to my back, she took out both dildos and started to rub cum into her chest. That got me a little turned on some more but couldn’t do anything about it. We laid there for a bit talking. Asked how many orgasms she had so far she said at least four.

“Well you are not done yet you still have Leroy left.”

“I don’t know honey my pussy is sore.”

“Well what do you think the real thing is going to be like?” I said.

“We need to invest heavily in lube.” she commented.

“O that’s right I totally forgot about lube, you were so wet we didn’t need it.”

“Yeah but I am drying up down there and could güvenilir casino use a break anyway should we see if your parents are done yet.”

“No I don’t want to walk on them if they still are.”

“Fine ill go what’s the difference they already got one show from me maybe ill get one now.” When Christina reached the living room my dad was apparently lying on his back my mother sitting on his face slapping my dad’s limp dick humiliating it calling him and it names like worthless, too small, too quick etc.

As my wife secretly watched this she started getting wet and playing with herself. Then heard something she will never forget she says: “Did you finally clean the rest of your

spunk yet or are you just having fun down there?” “I don’t even know why I brought out your clone a willy they are probably in the room just laughing at it instead of using it.”

“Wow Debbie you are rough on him.” My wife said making her presence known.

“Are you guys already done for the night or no?” asked my mom

“I just needed a break before I have sex with Leroy.”

“Leroy?” mom asked

“Oh that’s what we named the big black one.”

“That’s good that you are naming them it will get both of you ready for the real thing.”

“Yeah that’s what Adam thought too.”

“Yep he is definitely ours.” as mom joked

“Hey Deb does he always eat his own cum for you?”

“At first he didn’t, but now…every time and between lovers to get me ready for the next one if I get more than one in a day.”

“Oh my god that’s hot.” “There is no way Adam would do that.”

“Don’t give him a choice honey.”

“It’s not that he just is not that good at it.”

“Oh that aint right…. ADAM! Yelled my mom

Well hearing my name called from the other room has meant they are done and ready for a break them selves. I put back on my boxers and headed out I thought everyone would be at least some what dressed but no. as soon as I realized my mom was kneeling on the floor still butt assed naked I leered away. “See Christina that’s the problem he is still afraid let him get in there and just go to town.” then when I looked up I realized where my dad was…..

“She’s right son just give in.” dad’s muffled voice.

“So what’s your plan with Leroy?” Asked mom

“Well first things first I need a break “said my wife. And in need of some lube to get it started because I am dry as a bone down there.”

“See don’t you remember this is how we kind of started…you used to lube me up with your fantastic tongue prepping me for the next fuck?” Mom was asking my dad.

Christina again told my mom that “he’s not good at that.”

“Patience, my sweet heart patience.”

“Maybe Jim can show you what is like.”

“Well I thought Jim couldn’t? Said my wife

“He can’t fuck another woman ever.” never said anything about eating pussy.” mom said

“Have you tasted your wife’s’ pussy lately son?” asked my dad

“Well if she has came and am sure she did, it is super sweet.”

“Honey why don’t you and your son talk a bit I’ll go help Christina get ready for Leroy.” said mom

With that mom and Christina left down the hall way…..

The first thing dad said was “son once she takes a black you’re done.”

“Rumors are true they go they never go back.”

“And from the looks of it that’s what she wants.”

“Well what can I do dad?”

“Pray what ever is being said in that room is in you’re best interest.”

After some serious heart to heart with my old man we were both ready to see the final chapter of tonight’s events…

We both entered my parent’s room with my mom just going to town on my wife’s pussy with Leroy.

“Oh baby Leroy is doing a great job.” said Christina

“Ok guys now that the gang is all here, I want each of you to hold one leg open so I can really fuck her!”

So we did. And after another orgasm Christina said she needed another break.

Mom said “this is a gangbang there is no breaks” “Jim grab me some more lube.”

“Sorry baby I know this isn’t the best lube but we only buy flavored ones for obvious reasons.”

“Turn to your hands and knees Christina and get in front of her Adam so her mouth is occupied.”

We then became in unison for a little while then mom slowed her pace a bit and said “I’m about to explode in this white bitch’s cunt.”

“Fill me.” “Fill me so I can have my cuckie learn on how to eat me.”

“Aright boy get in there.” said mom

So I did and after a little finger and sucking on her clit I finally gave her an orgasm with my mouth for the very first time. Later she would say it wasn’t the best one she has ever had but I was getting better at it.

We were all tired at this point and drifted to sleep all four of us in the same king sized bed.

Chapter 2 coming soon, when mom invites over her bull to try out Christina her first real cock other than mine.

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Keith was the doctor who had performed my vasectomy. I was 29 years old. At that age, he wanted to satisfy himself that I had considered it carefully. At the time he questioned me, and eventually we became close acquaintances. Keith would have seen my penis after I had my injection to put me to sleep. He may have handled it to move it out of the way, but on that cold morning it would have been about only 3 or 4 centimetres long, a far cry from its 20 centimetres when aroused.

Julie and Keith had similarities in their adolescences. At age 20, Keith had his first sexual experience. Donelle, a friend of his mother had seduced him while he had been helping her with odd jobs in her back yard. He was attracted to her cheeky sense of humour and always had a bit of fun with her when she came to visit. He was pleased to be asked to help her out in any way he could.

Donelle watched him finish raking leaves and adding them to the compost bin. As he put away the rakes she talked to him while she removed her clothes and stepped naked into the outdoor spa. He stood there with his jaw dropped and his eyes wide open. She and asked him to join her. By the time he stepped into the spa, his cock was rigid, large and erect.

After feeling each other for 20 minutes, she stepped back out holding his hand.

She said, ‘I don’t mind if you would like to fuck me Keith. I planned this before you even got here.’

They did exactly that over the next 90 minutes. He slid his cock into her from 5 different positions, each of which she seemed to know when to slow the pace during his build up, They finished with the traditional missionary position with Donelle lying spreadeagled on the ground.

As she was building to her climax, Keith was fucking her faster and faster.

‘This is my treat Keith,’ she gasped. ‘Really go for it. You’re making me come.’

It was a great start to his sex life. He was surprised how long he lasted after the build up and Donelle’s expert pacing in the spa and out of it. He thought he would come as soon as he touched her, but he finished up fucking her like a missionary for nearly ten minutes with the happy ending of his shuddering climax.

o0o

Keith’s wife, Julie, a librarian, had her first experience at 18 when she and Michele, one of her friends decided to get friendly with the sport centre ground keeper, after training for the netball game the following weekend.

It was a hot day and Robert Jacobsen, the thirty eight year old gardener agreed to drive close friends, Julie and Michelle, home after netball training. Michelle sat alone in the back seat while her friend Julie was in the front. Julie put her hand on the gardener’s leg and started probing for his cock and asked him what he would like to do to them. He was shocked and couldn’t come up with an appropriate answer. Then Julie said, ‘Michelle likes giving head. Would you mind if she tasted your prick Robert?’

He drove his car into an empty car park near a golf course and said, ‘Let’s go for a little walk. I know a place where I keep losing my golf balls. No one else ever goes there’.

They all got out of the car and climbed through a fence. Robert led the girls along a used path and found a clearing among some trees. They all sat on the grass and Robert laid back and laced his hands behind his head so that anything that happened was at the decision of Michelle and Julie.

He said, ‘You’re both too young for this.’

Julie said, ‘If you don’t, someone else will. We don’t want to be the last virgins in our team.’

Michele beckoned Julie out of Robert’s hearing and whispered to her. They both removed their nickers and returned to Robert taking a hand each and squatted over his hands so that his fingers could reach both of their vaginas simultaneously. He began to probe his fingers concentrating firstly on Michele with his left hand. When he located her opening, he focused on Julie with his right hand. She was wet before he had even begun. His penis responded immediately and hardened as his hands affected both girls.

Michele reached over and opened casino siteleri the studs on his khaki overalls and exposed his swollen member, without removing her little snatch form his hand. Julie moved away from his hand but only to install her cunt over his face and manoeuvre it into a position where his tongue could get maximum penetration into her dewy hole.

He removed his fingers from Michele’s cunt and, with his hands at the top of Julie’s thighs, spread her lips wide with his thumbs and Michele noticed his cock oozing a copious flow of love juice. Kneeling between his legs, she bent down and began licking his rampant prick, tasting the flow of thick oil and swallowing it down greedily. But she was turned on by the slurping sounds Robert was making sucking on Julie’s cunt.

She demanded, ‘I want a turn on your face Robert. Let Julie have your prick.’

Julie crawled away to let the gardener taste her friend’s juices, knowing what that talented tongue would do to her. She straddled his body with her back to her Michele. She spread her own pussy wide as Robert had done to her and slid his pulsing cock into the space between her nether lips. With some effort she eased her weight on to the gardener’s large cock, silently watching both her virginity and his swollen cock disappear up her cunt.

Michele began gasping at the sensations of his hungry mouth roughly assaulting her twitching vagina.

Then Julie moaned softly at the pain as her hymen was torn and her virginity was lost forever. She felt a triumph as his cock was reaming out her tight little opening. She watched as he jammed his swollen prick inside her so that only his large balls were at the entrance of her cunt. She thought she would never see such a primal vision in her life as his tight balls jammed up between her legs like that.

She removed herself and turned her back crying silently at her pain and loss of innocence, but she was pleased she could share it with her friend.

She returned to the scene watching Michele grinding her dripping sex onto Robert’s mouth.

She whispered to her, ‘Your turn Michele. I’ve done it.’

As Michele changed her position and lowered herself onto Robert’s blood streaked cock, she let out a loud scream as he penetrated her for the first time.

While Robert and Michelle continued fucking, Julie straddled him on her hands and knees, bent down and started kissing him salaciously, tasting Michele’s cunt juice with some of her own.

Robert started a long series of extended strained groans as he ejaculated into Michele’s twitching cunt while he continued to be kissed by Julie. Michele was lightly rubbing Julie’s back and she responded by turning and kissing Michele’s mouth, which triggered her climax.

Then both of the girls took turns kissing Robert and each other while Robert kept fucking Michele for another 2 minutes. They stopped, lying exhausted in each other’s arms for another 5 minutes. Finally the girls stood up and asked to be driven home. Robert stood up and refastened his bloody overalls. He started up the car while the girls silently held hands in the back seat . Hehey drove back to Julie’s house and the girls left him in the car and walked away without saying a word.

-o0o-

Both Julie and Keith had begun their sex lives with older partners. They had finally persuaded me that it was time to further their daughter’s education. I was their choice to initiate Jeanie, but what was more important, I seemed to be Jeanie’s choice.

When I had finished levelling the position of their new refrigerator one day, I asked Julie, during coffee, when she wanted me to begin. She said, Whenever you’re ready.’

Not being one to procrastinate about these things, I left my coffee untouched on the table and left Julie to knock on Jeanie’s bedroom door.

She was slowly swivelling her computer chair, sitting on one bare foot, gazing at the monitor screen. She was wearing light green cotton short shorts and a faded pink polo neck T shirt with ‘I WANT EVERYTHING’ printed on the front with a small sewn-on badge in the slot oyna shape of a charging bull below the print.

‘Hi Jeanie. Whatcha doing?’

‘Playing Terminator. Want a game Harry?’

‘Never played before. Finish your game,’ I said, kneeling behind her swivel chair.

‘No! It’s OK. I’ve been expecting you to call soon.’

‘Really! What have you been expecting?’

‘I don’t know. What do you want me to do?’

That was an invitation that aroused me just at the thought of playing around with her juicy bits. I was tongue-tied. Mostly this stuff is explored without speaking it first. I decided to continue with the verbal approach.

I spun her chair around so she was facing me, and I said, ‘I’d like to feel you all over, then we’ll see what develops.’

‘That sounds very nice Harry.’

‘Good. If you want to finish your game of Terminator, I’ll start without you,’ I said, grinning from ear to ear.

She remained facing me, looking at me. I pulled on her T-shirt from above and below her breast and watched her nipple harden. Beautiful. Then repeated with her other tit. She didn’t seem to mind me staring openly at her hardening tits.

She stood up and I turned her around so she was facing away from me. She reached her hands back lightly ruffling my hair. My cock had hardened and for the next two minutes, I rubbed my misshapen shorts against her perky round arse cheeks.

Still with her back to me, she loosened my belt and unzipped my shorts and lowered them. I slid my penis back and forward between her legs on her small green shorts. She pushed her shorts and nickers down and I could feel the wetness between her aroused cunt lips with my rampant cock.

I played with her small round tits and she thrust her chest forward and her hips backward. Her firm arse was rubbing lightly on my upper thighs, arousing me even further. I stood there just enjoying the sexy action of the weeping lips beneath her swivelling hips.

I reluctantly and very slowly withdrew my cock, turned her around and led her to her bed and sat her on the edge, showing her my swollen cock.

‘What do you think you’re going to do with that monstrosity?’ she asked with a measure of panic in her eyes.

‘Put it only where you want me to Jeannie,’ I reassured her.

I pushed her gently back into a lying position.

I lifted her legs upwards, spread them apart and said, ‘Hold these out about here.’

I placed her hands on her ankles and spread them as wide apart as she could hold them, and I said, ‘Close your eyes.’

I hesitated for a full 20 seconds while I examined her small juicy cunt. The uncertainty in her mind continued to heighten her arousal. She didn’t know where she would be touched next or what with.

My cock was exuding a copious flow of pre cum. I smeared it onto my fingers and ran my fingertips through her cunt lips and mixed my juices with hers. I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs with my thumbs reaching inward to her labia and spread her wide open. Her opening seemed to be so small. I doubted if she could fit me inside her.

I made her wait for another minute.

What are you doing Harry? What are you going to do to me?’

I didn’t answer. She started trembling as I bent down and began lightly licking the wet flesh between her open cunt lips, just for fun. The taste of our fluids was delicious. She’d started whimpering even before I began licking her and I began grunting like an out of control wild dog, greedily licking and sucking and swallowing her cunt juice.

Soon her excitement was rising and my cock was pulsing urgently. As she was about to come I flattened my tongue and held it still against her clitoris. She began to twitch and I lost her clitoris.

I don’t think it mattered. Her high-pitched squeal signalled her climax while I was still trying to locate her clit with my avid mouth.

After she recovered her breath, I moved her to the middle of the bed.

I said, ‘I’m going to start working on you again. If you get back in the same mood you were just in, I wouldn’t canlı casino siteleri mind trying to fuck you Jeannie.’

‘Only if you can fit it in, Harry,’ she said doubtfully, repositioning her-self on her bed.

I moved my cock to the entrance of her cunt and began to plough it through the juicy lips between her long widely spread legs.

Her response was increasing in intensity again and she was beginning to lose control. Before long, she gave into another climax raiding her helpless cunt.

She lay on her bed catching her breath and finally asked me, ‘Are you going to try and stretch me open, wide enough to get your cock in me Harry?’

I said, ‘Lift your legs up and bring them a bit closer together and try and relax. It will open you a little easier if you can.’

She said with a startled tone in her voice, ‘How could I be getting so turned on again this quickly? Just keep doing exactly what you’re doing and don’t stop unless you want me to kill you.’

She thrust her hips forward and tried to engulf the head of my selfish cock with her tight twitching little cunt. She let out a loud cry of pain that would have filled the house as well as those of both of her next-door neighbours.

She stopped moving as if totally exhausted and lay still for over a minute with the head of my swollen cock jammed up hard against to juicy but small opening framed by her extended cunt lips.

Then she started up again twitching her cunt muscles increasing my arousal with each squeeze on my cock for about 90 seconds. I gradually eased one inch of my rampant cock into her.

She gasped out loud catching her breath. ‘Have you buried that huge thing inside me yet Harry?’ she asked me.

‘No. I’ve just started. You have the tightest little cunt in creation. Look in the mirror,’ I told her.

With her knees close to her chest, and me hovering over her, she could see a swollen cock penetrating her drenched vagina, but still with another 7 inches to add to what was already inside her.

‘Do you intending fucking me with that?’

She had such a look of helpless innocence that I was torn between caution and uncontrolled fucking

I watched her face as I gradually slid my rampant cock about half way in, when I hesitated, then slowly all the way in. Her pain must have passed because I could feel her hips rising to meet mine.

‘Please don’t stop. It’s happening AGAIN,’ she squealed.

With about half of my cock in her, I could feel her cunt twitching. I quickly lost all control and started fucking her mercilessly, like 2 pigs in a pen. We must have fucked each other for somewhere between two and twenty minutes. I lost all idea of time.

I exploded, squirting semen into her, groaning loudly. Spurt after spurt of cum gushed from my cock and finally I fell on her, totally spent.

‘I’m fucked,’ I said.

‘Me too,’ she responded with a tired look on her half smiling face.

Just then Julie walked in on us with a box of tissues. Her mother was probably outside the bedroom door, listening to us fucking. She must have been able to see my balls jammed hard up against the light fuzz of her daughter’s pubic hair.

‘You two were a bit noisy. Are you OK dear?’

‘Yes mum. Harry has been lovely but you might have warned me about the size of his cock. I was frightened when I saw it.’

I climbed off her slowly slid my prick from her tight little hole. Julie watched me and gasped at the size of it.

‘I’m sorry Darling,’ she said. ‘I had no idea.’

There was just a little blood. Much less than I expected from a virgin. She reached for the tissue box and she removed 3 or 4 tissues and smeared her snatch, then gave me one.

‘Why don’t you two have a shower together?’ Julie suggested.

We did. She played with me in the shower, and I hardened again. We took our time soaping and rinsing each other.

‘Time to go,’ I whispered to Jeannie, turning off the taps.

We dried ourselves, and as we dressed, Julie called from the kitchen, ‘Come and have some refreshments you two.’

We spoke as if nothing unusual had just taken place on Jeannie’s bed.

As I left to return home, Jeanie saw me to the front door and asked if could she visit me in a few days. Of course, I accepted. I might need some assistance with my homework.

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After I graduated from college in 1985, my parents rewarded me with what would be the greatest present of my life, a trip to Europe. I was 21 and full of life. My itinerary included Paris, London and Rome. I was over the moon when they told me that I could take my best friend Constance. Her parents had already approved it. We went to Europe on the Concorde.

Paris was first on the agenda. The concierge checked us into the hotel as we giggled in excitement. The next day we toured the city with a group of people from the hotel. During that tour we became friendly with two young tour guides. As we approached the hotel toward the end of the day, they told us about a club that they would be visiting that night and asked us to join them.

Constance and I had dinner in the hotel dining room and taxied over to the club the girls had named. When we walked in we saw only women. They were dancing with each other. Only women sat at the bar. We giggled as we realized this was a lesbian bar. We spotted our tour guides in a corner sucking some serious face. It was oddly exciting to see them. When a slow tune came on the jukebox, the women on the floor were grinding against each as they sought kisses. Constance went to the bar to watch as a woman asked me to dance. What the hell! I was on vacation and this was a new experience. She rubbed my ass and my back as she ground on me. This was beginning to feel pretty good. She sucked my neck and pointed to a back room. She wanted me to go with her. I waved to Constance as she led me away.

I knew I was great looking at 5’7″ with my long reddish brown hair and dark green eyes. My figure was lush and perfect in my short skirt. My legs were shapely in 3-inch high heels. My parents had said that I should start looking for a husband while I was still in college. John said he loved the way I looked and I set my sights on him. He was never really romantic. He rarely cuddled with me. He insisted on fucking me from behind, in both orifices, because he loved my ass. He did this to me every weekend at his apartment for six months. My parents thought he was a good catch. He was from a good family and I wanted to maybe marry him, so I let him have his way with my body. I made myself believe I felt something real, but I never felt the earth move. It never came close to moving before he dumped me when he graduated a year ago. I barely blinked when I heard he had married.

Apparently this French woman was impressed with my looks, too. She was kissing me as soon as the door closed. I felt alive and sexy with her. She only spoke French but the message was clear that she wanted to fuck me. I let her remove my clothes and push me onto the chaise. I was slightly aroused as I watched her remove her things. A lovely, naked woman stood before me. She fell to her knees, spread my legs and attacked my pussy. Now, I was totally aroused as she roughly ate me out. A long tongue speared into my vagina and I clenched it as she pumped. Her hands held my hips down as she used her hot mouth on me. My clit, my prize possession, showed herself as the woman exclaimed over it in her native tongue. I held her head as she took me into her mouth and made me come over and over. Oh, yes! The earth did indeed move.

The French woman laid herself on top of me and pressed her breasts and her pussy on top of mine. Wow! That was fantastic. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and fucked it as she fucked my clit with her pussy. Then she slid down, sucked my breasts and started all over on my pussy. She unfurled a two-headed dick from her purse and climbed over me as she inserted half into her pussy. Then she inserted the other six inches into my pussy and lay prostrate on me for a few minutes. All of me was sensitized by her. When she moved, the friction of her damp skin on mine, the texture of her long hair, the fullness of her dick inside me, the smell of pussy and perfume in the air, her tongue assaulting my mouth, her breasts pillowing mine and her deep grunting in time with her with her deep, steady thrusting had me cumming in minutes over and over and over. The fucking universe moved! Two hours later, I stumbled out of the back room. Constance looked frightened but was put at ease when she saw me smile. I told her I had had the most exciting experience of my life.

We were picked up the next morning by the tour group. The girls were cool and professional as they guided us through the rest of the city. At the end of the day they thawed and told me about another establishment that we might want to visit. Constance begged off, but I went. There were men and women at this club that I perused as I had wine at the bar. Shortly thereafter the tour guides appeared and pointed a beautiful woman towards me. She glided over with a huge smile and huge breasts on a slender frame. With just a little nudging those beauties would be spilled for all to see. She asked if I would like to see her studio upstairs. I followed her up hoping to have the excitement I had last night. The studio casino şirketleri walls were filled with images of women in various states of dress and undress. They were beautiful.

She asked if she could photograph me. I was hesitant because I didn’t want a photograph of me to surface at an inopportune time. My family was well-known on the east coast of the United States. All of a sudden, she let her breasts spill free and asked me to suck on them as I made up my mind. She took a seat on her desk and I was drawn to her like a magnet. The nipples were huge, the globes themselves as big as grapefruits. I sensuously rubbed, sucked, bit and pulled on her breasts as my pussy became wet and heavy with need. I made no objection as she reached under and unbuttoned my blouse. When she had divested me of all of my clothing, she satisfied my need with her mouth several times before she posed me.

She took many photos of my naked body in varied erotic positions. I know I looked good because I was sexually satisfied at the moment. When she wanted some close-up pussy shots, she would eat me again to get me wet and swollen. Oh, my! As I took a break, she made a call downstairs. The lusty little tour guides came up. The lady wanted shots of them fucking me. We had champagne as she described what she wanted. One would fuck me while still clothed. She would raise her skirt and put her panty-covered pussy on mine. She unbuttoned Simone’s blouse so that she could see her breasts as they protruded into my hand from her thin bra before she snapped. I would finger one of the girls inside her panties from behind until they were wet. She exclaimed over those shots. First one girl fucked me naked, then the other. Then both of them did me together. They were insatiable as they devoured my breasts; put their fingers and their little fists in my pussy. They rode my ass and my pussy with their wet cunts. The lady was snapping it all. She shot me with my tongue extended waiting to taste my first pussy on the girl above me as she held on to the headboard. The other girl was holding my legs apart as she was eating my pussy. She loved the shot of Angelique’s long nipple in my pussy and the one of her licking my anus. Huge, pleasurable dicks worn by the girls were slipped deep into my orifices. She snapped. When she declared that she had enough, she dismissed the girls. She promised me that the pictures were for her personal consumption and would never appear on her studio walls or be published. She said that she would have a set delivered to my hotel before I left Paris. Rome and was London were a blur. In Paris I was born.

When I had been home a few months, my parents became worried that I was not pursing a job and that my once active social life was nil. I was always in my locked room opening packages I had ordered. I read all types of lesbian literature but destroyed it after I was done. I looked at my pictures as I fingered myself or fucked a long pillow. Mother would never understand what I was doing in my suite. I didn’t know how to go out a find a girl for myself. I thought of telling Constance about my feelings, but she had gotten engaged and was deeply in love. I bought a female blow-up doll with lips and a deep open mouth, large nippled tits and a greatly extended clit. I rode her in the night as I fantasized about Constance.

With my new very large trust fund, I really didn’t need to work. Ever. I tried a little charity work and was on several boards. My parents set up dates for me with their friends’ sons. I was the good daughter and did their bidding. When they declared that a particular young man was good husband material, the families got together and pushed us toward marriage.

My marriage produced two beautiful children, but I had to fake it with my husband whom I never loved. And I was very good. But for more than twenty years, I used every excuse to get away from him. I would tour the west coast alone, visit sorority sisters, check on an old relative for my parents or investigate a new summer camp for the kids. Any excuse was good. In those other cities, I would let down my hair and have adventures with beautiful young lesbian women from escort services. I liked them in their early twenties with long hair and large breasts. It delighted me if one had an extra large pussy or an ass to die for. The nights were filled with fucking. I ate so much pussy, I should have gained weight. I screwed so much pussy, I should have lost it. The only dick that satisfied me was that of a beautiful young woman. I lived for those times. My pussy was always heavy in need.

Sometimes the need overtook me and I satisfied it in a city in a nearby state without the proper preparation. The agency sent me the only woman available on such short notice one Saturday night when I arrived in Philadelphia. She was their newest. The girl looked barely legal, but I would fuck her anyway. The pussy wants what the pussy wants, I read somewhere. Or is that the heart? I hadn’t been able to escape casino firmaları from my husband in three weeks. I needed this. Even though her hair was short, the big titties on her made up for it. When she undressed for me, I was all over them as she sat on my lap.

I had a close call when the little red-headed nymph did the unthinkable. I was having some fun eating Cool Whip from her pussy when my cell phone rang. Knowing that I was quite occupied, she picked up and said hello to my child. With my face full of cream and my pussy dripping, I explained to my 10-year old daughter that I asked the maid to pick up for me. I watched the girl’s cream-filled pussy as I made nice and laughed with my daughter and told her I hadn’t forgotten about her soccer game next week. Mommy loves you, too, I told her and hung up. I didn’t finish the girl off right after I hung up, but decided I would have some fun and “punish” her.

I put her on all fours at the edge of the bed and began paddling her ass with my hand. I spanked her again and again as she moaned in pleasure. I reached down and put four fingers in her pussy as I continued my slapping. She was sopping wet with girl juice and cream but managed to grip my fingers tight inside her. Good girl. When she came I could feel her spasms up to my forearm. I commanded her to her remain still as I strapped in the dicked harness that she brought with her. At least she did something right. I lubed the dick with a few pussy strokes, dipped in the Cool Whip container and rubbed a cool glob in her ass crack. I spread her cheeks wide and went into that little ass with all I had as she moaned submissively. Yes, baby, I thought as I humped her. Take my dick and like it. I helped break her in that night. Wow, that was so good.

But vodka and adrenaline were still pumping in my system. When I removed the dick, I rode the girl’s large titties with my pussy until I came all over them. I sucked on those babies until she screamed for me to stop. I spread her out on the bed and rode her ass as I squeezed her luscious, sensitive melons again. I tribbed her swollen pussy until I fell asleep on her. The little red-headed girl left my room, barely able to walk, with an obscenely large tip and a big smile on her face. For several years, I always asked for her in Philadelphia. The 18 year-old girl became a learned woman. She still had some of the best pussy I’ve ever had.

When I discovered my husband was cheating on me, I happily ended the marriage. I was almost free to pursue my passion. After my children were out of the house on their own, I began to pull out the photographs more often. I was truly awesome, especially as the girls fucked me. I continued to date for social purposes and to satisfy my parents. I was the perfect socialite when I went to the theater, a party or to dinner with men, but I was secretly ogling the women that I saw around me. I secretly wished I could fuck my way through all of this season’s 18-year old debutantes. My pussy was throbbing at the sight of richly exposed breasts and perfect little asses. Mother said that women were not meant to be without husbands as I was. I needed to get with the program, she said.

Constance asked me after several years what had happened in that room in Paris when I left her alone. I didn’t say a word, but I took her upstairs and showed her the volumes of photographs with me posed in the nude and being fucked by the girls. I told her that I had had many women over the years since our trip to Paris. She was overwhelmed. I told her that I had always wanted to do things like that with her. I wanted to share with her what I was feeling. She admitted that she had imagined what might have happened and asked me to show her now. I came to her and began unbuttoning her blouse. Leaning down, I sucked her nipple through her lace bra as she moaned in passion. I unsnapped the hindrance, pulled the blouse off and really went to work on those sweet breasts. My hands went down and I raised her skirt, put my hands inside her panties and cupped her ass. When I put my tongue in her mouth, she turned to mush. I led her to my bed, removed the skirt and panties and gave my best to my best friend. She was mine as I caressed and kissed her calves, placed her legs on my shoulders and sucked her bald pussy for the first time. I rode her hard into the mattress as I did all my women. Unh, unh, unh, shit, she uttered as I did things to her with my hands and my pussy.

When my husband moved out of the house, I was able to buy and stash items that I could use if I had the opportunity to fuck at home. Sweet Constance would be the first woman that I have fucked in my bed and would be the recipient of my first slice of dick. I was so excited as I strapped up and got on top of my friend. Her pussy was wet and open as I guided 9 fat inches of me deep into her while looking in her blue eyes. They were filled with wonderment. I took her slowly at first, steadily sliding in and all the way out of her. She moaned under güvenilir casino me and called out my name as she played with her nipples or rubbed my ass. As she got more and more excited, I picked up the pace and was soon slamming my dick deep into her pussy over and over. She screamed my name as she came in what she later described as constant, hot clenching waves. But I was not yet done with her. I put her on all fours and entered her pussy from behind and pounded as I watched us in my floor mirror. Our damp skin slapped together. My dick made sucking sounds as I pulled in and out of her. I would always keep that image in my mind when I thought of her. As her ass pushed back to me, the apparatus deeply massaged my large clit. Soon we were both cumming and exclaiming how good our fucking was. I pulled out of Constance, kissed her ass and cuddled with her in bed. Her heart was still racing as I fondled her and the wet dick rubbed against her. I kept telling her how good she was for me, how sweet her pussy was.

When she declared that she really had to leave, I forced her down and fucked her again. Give me your pussy, Connie, I begged as I screwed my dick deep in her. I came as I watched her come. Then I slipped lower and ate her pussy again in an effort to keep her even longer. Constance came still. She was exhausted and satisfied when she left my bed. Weeks later, Constance moved to Florida when her husband accepted a presidential position at a large bank. She never came back to my house. The poor baby said she loved me dearly, but she liked my fucking too much to be around me. I know I was that good.

Now that I had the chance to fuck a woman in my own home, I was excited to get another. I met a discreet 30-year old waitress who works at the country club. I had seen the way several other women flirted with her and figured she would be ripe for some action. She knew what I wanted when I rubbed her hand and slipped her my card when she served my lunch. Yasmin was a sultry Puerto Rican lesbian who slipped over to my house after her three night shifts. The girl was delectable as I sucked her sweet ass cheeks and her large pussy. She loved throwing her head back and riding on my dick. The girl was a screamer. I love screamers. I hump them all the more harder. Although she objected at first, I paid her well to ensure exclusivity and her silence. She said she made good tips, was not a whore and fucked a woman because she wanted to. She was my hot little firecracker. I asked her to use some of the money to buy some sexy lingerie and she could model them for me before I tore them off. She liked that idea. I wore out a mattress with her before she moved away.

I am now 46-years old, but I look at least eight years younger. I take good care of myself with coaching from my personal trainer, yoga sessions and massages. I have been fucking women for 25 years. It has been a phenomenal journey. I am always as heavy in need as I was all those years ago in Paris. My body is smooth and firm and my breasts are perfect with just a little augmentation. My pussy lips are still plump, my vagina is always moist and my clit can rise to attention if the wind blows on her.

Alone in this house in Phoenix with a severely sprained hand after the third day, my 8-week vacation seems ruined. Even athletic people such as me make mistakes on the tennis courts. On a trip to Chicago while I was having some fun, I had my Paris albums digitized and put on a thumb drive. Not able to do it myself, I had the technician shred my beloved pictures, too. Now I pull my pictures up on my computer or project them onto a white wall and see the perfect slide show whenever I want as I burn with need for sex. There’s the Internet for erotic stories. But I need more. I need the physical woman.

I have interviewed twelve young women seeking a companion until I can use my hand. Of course, my choice must be special because she will have to satisfy me sexually as well. I certainly will want to eat some pussy and suck some titties while I heal. I don’t believe in too many dry spells. As I review their applications and interview sessions, I believe that number 11 may be my girl. She has been working nights at a local mall but also needs a day job until she goes back to college in the fall. I will call her, offer her the live-in job, double the stated salary, offer huge bonuses for good work and put my good hand inside her sweet panties when the deal is sealed. She will love what I will do to her pussy and what she will do to mine.

The girl, Brie, is gorgeous with long blond hair and blue eyes. She has long, shapely legs that could wrap around me or be easily put on my shoulders. At 21, she is the same age as I was when I discovered lesbian sex. As it turns out, the girl didn’t need any convincing or teaching. She had grown quite fond of lesbian loving when she saw her college roommate fucking her girlfriend. Occasionally, they would let her join in or bring a girl with them for her. Brie’s clit is as large and firm as mine. She rubbed it on my pubis that first night and brought us to climax as she kissed me. When she French-kissed my pussy, I knew she was made for me. She was exquisite down there. I threw back my good hand and sighed in contentment.

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