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Stuck in the Elevator with Steph

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Lap Dance

It was almost noon and I was heading down to the soda machine in the basement to get a Diet Pepsi to go with the brown bag lunch my wife had packed for me. I work for a small not-for-profit in a mid-sized city and our office is staffed mainly with women, so I was enjoying the view of the many different shapes and sizes of my coworkers as I walked to the elevator.

It’s been summer for a few weeks now, but the weather has only recently started to realize that, and we were enjoying our third straight day of temperatures in the 90s. An added benefit of the weather turning nice was the increase in exposed skin around the office, as the shorter skirts and sleeveless tops have come out along with the sun. Waiting for the elevator I was peering out the window looking at the bright sun beating down on a cloudless day, and thanking the inventor of central air conditioning!

BING!

My daydream was interrupted by the sound of the elevator arriving. As I was stepping in to the empty car, I glanced back down the hall to see Stephanie coming toward me in a near jog.

“Here!” I called to her, “I’ll hold the elevator for you.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take the stairs,” she called back, “I’m only going down one floor.”

“You can’t,” I reminded her, “they’re painting the stairwell this week, remember?”

There was an odd look of panic on her face when she peered through the window in the stairwell door at the scaffolding and tarps, and then stepped into the small elevator car with me with a heavy sigh. I punched the “B” button, which was my destination, and then the “9” button just as Stephanie was saying “nine please.”

She was staring at the elevator door intently, biting her lower lip, almost trying to will it to close faster. (The elevators in this old building are notoriously slow.) Meanwhile, I was taking the opportunity to drink in her lovely form from head to toe.

I originally hired Stephanie about 5 years ago as a clerk in my department. During the interview process, I learned that she was very involved with her church, and was actually studying to be a deacon. While only 22 at the time, exactly half my age, she impressed me with her quiet, serious demeanor, and turned out to be an excellent worker.

Who am I kidding? I hired her because she was statuesque!

Stephanie is 5-foot, 10-inches tall, and in heels, is well over six foot. She played basketball and swam in high school, so she has a very athletic build, with broad shoulders, a modest chest, and long, well-defined legs. She has long, sandy-brown hair that she always wears pulled back tightly or in a bun. And the sparkle in her hazel eyes belies her stoic, pious demeanor.

“OH, COME ON ALREADY!”

Again, I was snapped out of another daydream, this time by Stephanie’s words, which were directed at the elevator as the door slowly closed. Normally a very patient person, I was surprised at her exasperation, and noticed she was bouncing back and forth on her feet. The elevator began its slow decent, and Stephanie turned to me with a sheepish smile and a bit of a blush, obviously embarrassed at her impatience.

BANG!

There was a loud noise as the elevator car stopped in a lurch, and then the lights went out. Stephanie and I both said “OH” at the same time, but she followed hers with “NO!” and mine was followed by “SHIT!” just as the emergency lighting in the elevator started to glow. She had an expression of fear on her face.

“Are you claustrophobic?” I asked, trying to put her at ease.

“Ummm, no, it’s not that,” she replied, trying to choose her words carefully, “it’s just that I was in a bit of a hurry…ummm…to get someplace.”

“Don’t worry” I tried to console her, “Don will have us out of here in a jiffy,” although the wishful tone in my voice may not have provided much comfort.

I looked across the small elevator car at Stephanie, who was still fidgeting, with her arms wrapped tightly across her chest. She was wearing a long sleeved lime green blouse, with only the top button undone, a pair of tan pants, and open-toe shoes with about a three inch heel.

I reached for the emergency phone and punched in Don’s number. After a brief conversation, which consisted mainly of me saying “uh-huh, uh-hun” a lot, I hung up.

Stephanie said “What’s going on?” with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Don said that the power is out all over the city, probably due to over consumption from all the air conditioning.”

“OH DEAR GOD!” came Stephanie’s reply, “How long until we’re out of her?” she asked.

“He said he has a call into the bursa otele gelen eskort elevator company, but they’re swamped…probably an hour or two.”

“BUT I CAN’T WAIT THAT LONG!” Stephanie almost yelled.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Never mind,” she said, and let her back slide down the wall until she was sitting on the elevator floor, her knees bent up and pressed tightly together.

Stephanie didn’t have to explain what her hurry was. It was obvious that she was doing ‘the pee-pee dance’ which secretly excited me. She took out her little Daily Meditation book and started to leaf through it, so I took out my blackberry to check my emails, sneaking glances over at Stephanie as often as possible.

The elevator was only about 4-foot by 6-foot, and it started to get very warm in there, the small emergency fan no match for the blistering heat outside.

I watched as tiny beads of sweat built up on her forehead and temple, and then ran down the length of her long neck, disappearing under the collar of her blouse. As she was reading her book, she reached up to release two more buttons on her blouse, to try to keep cool. This allowed me to follow her sweat beads as they raced down over the tops of her breasts and in between the her cleavage, a view I’m sure he had no idea she was providing me as I stood on the other side of the elevator car.

“GOOD GOD NO!” she cried, as she dropped her book and instinctively pushed both hands into her crotch, burying her face between her knees.

“What’s wrong Steph?” I asked as I stepped closer to her.

She looked up at me like a school-girl, her eyes red with her tears, and softly said “I’ve got to pee really bad.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get out of her soon,” I offered, trying to sound convincing.

“But I’ve got to go NOW!” she said, opening her knees and moving her hands, showing me the small dark spot on the crotch of her pants where she obviously just had a small accident. “I was trying to get to the bathroom before I got on the elevator,” she continued to explain, “but the ones on our floor were all occupied. I just wanted to get to the 9th floor!”

She pushed her head back between her knees and started to sob.

The uncharacteristic vulnerability she was showing, coupled with my secret pee fetish, started a familiar stirring in my own trousers, and I decided to be bold.

“I can help if you want me to,” I offered.

“How?” she snapped back at me snidely, convinced that her only two options were to make a mess in her clothes, and/or make a mess on the elevator floor.

“Do you want my help or not?” I asked, knowing that her desperation was the reason for her sudden lack of decorum and respect.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see how you can help me John,” she sheepishly replied. Her casual use of my name made my heart flutter.

“Can I trust you Stephanie?” I asked.

“Of course you can.” she automatically replied.

“Then I’m going to tell you something that not even my wife knows.” I continued.

She looked up at me with a confused yet interested look.

“I like to drink pee.”

“WHAT?” was her instictive reply.

“I like to drink pee.” I repeated, matter-of-factly. “A girlfriend in college turned me onto to what they call ‘water sports’, and if you pardon the pun, I developed quite a taste for it.”

I couldn’t believe that I was sharing my deepest darkest secret fetish with the most religious person in the building, and a member of my staff. From the look of astonishment on her face, I knew she couldn’t believe what she was hearing either.

“Wouldn’t that make you sick?” she asked, trying to wrap her brain around what I was saying.

“No, actually,” I continued, “what most people don’t know is that fresh urine is very sanitary, as long as the person does not have a disease.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” she replied, still not putting two and two together.

I just looked deep into her eyes without responding. And then it dawned on her.

“ARE YOU OFFERING TO DRINK MY PEE?” she shrieked.

I just smiled.

“REALLY?” she asked, still stunned by the revelation of what I was proposing, “Oh John, I don’t know…” she trailed off.

“I won’t tell if you won’t tell!” I quipped with a wink, trying to break the tension, which it did.

She giggled, then gasped, as the stain on her crotch grew slightly, the laugh letting out another involuntary burst in her pants.

“HOW?” is all she said, averting her eyes down to the floor, resigned bursa eve gelen escort bayan to the fact that my offer was the only thing that was going to save her a lifetime sentence on the office rumor mill should she be found by our rescuers in a large puddle of piss.

My cock was hard as a rock knowing that she had just agreed to use me as her personal toilet. Thankfully she was so wrapped up in her shame that she didn’t notice the large tent in the front of my trousers.

“I’ll lie on my back and you just kneel over me.” I replied, trying to make it sound as simple and non-sexual as possible. “You will have to remove your pants however to be sure you don’t soil them any more than they already are.”

“And you promise you won’t tell a soul about this?” she asked, now completely bought into the plan.

“Of course not Steph,” I replied, offering my hand to her to stand back up “you think I want everyone to know what I just told you?”

She stood up, letting out another tell-tale gasp, indicating she had to move quickly. Her modesty long gone, I watched as she unbuckled her pants and carefully stepped out of them, trying not to release any more pee in her clothing. She carefully folded them and bent over to lay them in the corner of the elevator.

I watched as the thin material of her simple white cotton panties pulled into the cleft of her well-toned ass when she bent over, the pale yellow stain on the crotch visible between her legs. She stood and placed her thumbs in the waste band of her panties, about to take them off, and then froze.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

She started to turn about 7 different shades of red, as she was trying to figure out how to respond.

“Ummmm….I guess I have my own little college secret too,” she said, in almost a whisper, as she slowly peeled her damp panties down her long, long legs.

As she stepped out of her panties, I couldn’t help but stare at the wispy light brown hair that covered her mound, and then I noticed the small images on the insides of each of her thighs, right below her crotch. She brought her hands down to cover her pussy, in an attempt to salvage her last shred of dignity, as well as hold back the pending flood, but her hands couldn’t cover the little tattoos, one of an angle, and one of a devil, that bordered the entrance to her womanhood.

Her eyes still glued to the floor, she continued, “My freshman year I got into a lot of trouble,” she admitted in a steady, measured tone, “it was my first time away from home, and I allowed myself to succumb to the pleasures of the flesh.”

My cock grew even harder, knowing that there was a closet slut bottle up under all that repression. As she was telling her story, like it was some bad dream, I removed my shirt and tie, and got into position on the floor.

“That’s when I knew I had to devote myself to the Lord, who saved me from my wicked ways,” her admission continued, the memories however not being totally unpleasant, as I now saw her nipples starting to poke through the thin material of her blouse. She stepped over me, and I was looking up at her like she was an Amazon warrior princess.

“These are a reminder of the depths to which I sank during that time,” she explained, allowing her hands to drop to her sides, exposing her tattoos like she was entering evidence in a courtroom. What my eyes also noticed was how inflamed her labia were, as her pussy lips hung down lewdly between her legs, her engorged clit clearly visible.

She knelt down over me, a knee by each of my ears, her pussy about a foot from my mouth, lowering it slowly as she continued her story, almost in a trance. I could smell the delicious combination of Ivory soap and fresh piss coming from her crotch.

“One Friday night I went out with a couple guys from one of my classes. We were drinking and partying pretty hard at one of the downtown dance clubs. I don’t remember many more details of that weekend, just waking up in their fraternity house on Sunday, in a king sized bed with them and two of their frat brothers, all of us naked, and these new tattoos on my thighs.”

Her pussy now resting on my open mouth, her story seemed to distract her from her need for urgent release. I laid there patiently waiting for her to start her stream.

Then I felt it, ever so slightly, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit on the roughness of the 5 o’clock shadow starting on my upper lip. Her story, and our current situation, seemed to have transported her back in time, releasing her inner slut.

I looked up at her through her sparse pubic hair and noticed she had her eyes closed and was rubbing her breasts through her shirt, squeezing and pinching her nipples. I took this as an invitation and pushed my tongue in between her meaty labia and deep within her cunt.

“Ahhhhhhhhh” came the moan from above, as she increased the movements of her hips to get my probing tongue to hit just the right places. I brought my hands up to caress the firm globes of her naked ass as I reveled in the pungent taste of her sex. Looking up again, I saw that she had pulled off her shirt was removing her bra.

My hands followed her smooth skin from her glorious ass, up her sides, until I found her firm breasts. Another loud moan came from above as I took over pinching her rock hard nipples while my tongue started an assault on her clit. Shifting her weight a little, she reached behind her and started rubbing my cock through my pants, lost in the pleasures my hands and tongue were providing.

Her moans were getting louder and her breathing more rapid, as she leaned forward and grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face deeply into her crotch as she started to shudder in orgasm. My mouth filled with the flavor of sweet girl cum as I struggled to breath through my nose with her full weight pushing her pussy onto my mouth.

And then the flood started.

My mouth immediately filled with the hot salty brine of her piss, and I started to swallow rapidly to try to keep up with the flow. Her piss started to leak from the corners of my mouth, down my face and neck, so I gently slapped her ass to bring her back to reality and try to keep her from drowning me. She looked down at me with a smile, and pinched off her flow just a bit to allow me to catch up with the volume.

“You ARE enjoying this, aren’t you, you wicked man?” she said as her hazel eyes stared into my soul.

“More than you can imagine, Steph,” was my beaming reply.

With that she knelt up off my face and started working herself further down my body, rubbing her dripping cunt over my bare chest, resting it directly over my throbbing member trapped in my navy blue suit pants.

Leaning down, she placed her face close to mine, but quickly pulled back when I went to kiss her. Stretching forward, she repeated this tease, letting each nipple fall almost to within the grasp of my lips, pulling them away before I could get a taste. Giggling down at me, she seemed to be really enjoying this dominant position.

Timing it just right, I watched intently as her left nipple came back into range, and proudly caught it between my front teeth just as she was pulling away. Simultaneously, she let out a yelp, along with a short blast of piss, which leaked through the material of my suit pants, dousing my cock.

“MMMmmmmmmm” I hummed over her nipple as the warmth of her hot piss soaked into my pants and around my balls.

“You want more, sinner?” she asked with a wicked smile, then released her bladder again, an obvious sign that her question was rhetorical. Sucking on her nipple I grabbed her ass and started humping up into her spraying pussy as she drenched me from the waist down in her hot piss.

We continued to grind together as I alternated my sucking between her breasts and squeezed her firm ass, until her piss stream subsided. After a few more minutes of grinding, I pulled her close and blew a huge load of cum into my piss soaked pants. She continued to rub her clit on my cock through my pants, milking every last drop of cum out of me, until she shudder again in her second orgasm.

She then stood up without a word, returned to her pile of clothes and starting getting dressed.

Standing up, I looked down at myself, looking as though I just lost a fight with a fire hose…which I did. Putting my shirt back on, I felt the elevator car lurch again, the main lighting flashed back on, and we restarted our descent.

As the car slowed to a stop at the 9th floor, Stephanie leaned in close, gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered “Thank you, your secret is safe with me,” as she shoved something into my pants pocket.

BING!

The elevator door slowly slid open, and we were greeted by the elevator technicians and half the staff of our office, who all started to laugh, staring at my piss soaked crotch.

“Looks like someone couldn’t make it to the bathroom!” Stephanie said with a smirk and a twinkle in her eyes, as she stepped off the elevator looking as conservatively clean and pressed as she did when she stepped on.

Standing there dumbfounded, I reached into my pocket and felt a ball of damp material and broke into a huge smile as I exited the elevator after her.

My reward for assistance above and beyond the call of duty were those plain white piss soaked panties of hers.

My day just kept getting wetter….I mean better!

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The Good Gay, The Bad Gay, and Me

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Ass

I woke up, totally naked, lying awkwardly on my stomach. As my eyes adjusted to the morning light, I knew innately that something intense had happened earlier during the night. It wasn’t until I gained full consciousness that my dazed confusion subsided. The night before, my work done, I’d collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty sleep. I’d passed out in the middle of two equally naked men.

After an uncomfortable few minutes, somewhere around 4 am, we all recognized at once that there wasn’t enough room for the three of us on a single mattress. One of them had evidently arbitrarily decided to lead me to a nearby sofa and to retire again to the bed.

I could have been annoyed that I was the odd man out, but for the moment I was simply too preoccupied with what I was hearing to care. Rolling over onto my side, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex. As the blur gave way to greater focus, I found myself in full view of the same two men who had formerly been my partners.

The more energetic and forceful of the two had described himself at the outset as the bad gay. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that at first, but it wouldn’t take long before I knew what an apt description his self-assigned nickname really was. He leered at me, erect cock in hand, climbing onto to another hot body in this nihilistic trifecta.

“Watch as I wake him up,” he said, with a smirk.

The good gay opened his eyes immediately, as if electrocuted, discovering all at once that he had his boyfriend’s cock buried in his ass. I got the feeling that this wasn’t the first time. The show had been clearly put on for my benefit, but I doubted that I was the first, nor even the last threesome member to have been granted the courtesy.

Draping the boy’s scrawny legs over bursa escort his shoulders, the bad gay started vigorous strokes. I saw a look of slight reluctance on the face of the good gay, but mostly it was annoyance. The top kept smirking, with every slap of thighs against ass, looking my way periodically as if he was on camera and I was the lens.

The sight was very arousing. It felt as though I was viewing a sex tape, one recorded for my private enjoyment. I’d had the bad gay’s cock inside me only a little while earlier, and I knew what it felt like. I wanted to give it another ride.

Savoring the memory, I remember how I’d impatiently rolled over on my back with my legs in the air. From long-practiced habit, he vigorously thrust up me.

“Ughhh…”

The sensation took my voice and my breath away at the same time. Damn, he was good at this. Most gay boys are so timid with fucking, but not the bad gay. If this was the absolute best I was going to get in the course of one lifetime, I wouldn’t have been disappointed. I have had worse, much worse.

Before I knew it, he’d pounced on me like a tiger. My back slid roughly against the bristly carpeting and I knew I’d have crazy friction burns to deal with the next day. But I didn’t care. His mouth was on my mouth. His tongue was on my tongue. And his cock was thrusting in and out of me. It was perfect. I was physically dominated and sexually satisfied at once.

But that had been last night. Today, this instant, the good gay was getting very close to obligingly blowing his load. I saw the muscles in his cock contract and spasm the moment before he did. He didn’t shoot so much as dribble, the stickiness caught in his close-cropped pubic hair. But the effect was all I wanted. My imagination could supply the rest.

I wanted to be next.

The good gay, the bottom, flashed me a look of great jealousy. One could tell he never got fucked like I’d been last night, or at least not anymore. Being a glorified voyeur wasn’t enough for him. He sulked away into a corner, licking his wounds.

The bad gay shot him a dismissive look.

“You little baby! Go sulk to your room, you little shit”

The good gay left the room in a huff, still naked. I was concerned, but I figured it wasn’t a new development. And I wanted to be pounded again. The bad gay was glad to oblige. This time he had me on all fours, my knees balanced on a pillow. As he slid all the way into me, my eyes closed involuntarily and I let out a swift intake of breath. Who gives a shit about that little bottom baby. This cock is mine, and fairly won.

Now in a very different position, I saw myself in a mirror that had been mounted into the wall before me. Looking closer, I found a purplish-blue mark on the right side of my neck, just above the collarbone. He’d given me a hickey, that prick. How long had it been since I’d gotten a love bite that prominent?

The bad gay was to blame, of course. I probably could have been more upset about it, but a part of me liked being used this way. Why do all the really experienced ones have to be such assholes? Before I could protest too much, his hand snaked underneath me and began to masturbate my cock. Mmmm, he was good at that, too.

I looked up. The good gay was back, standing up, jerking himself off but looking none too pleased with the action on the set. It was clear that he liked a combination of arousal and humiliation, and that this situation had fit in nicely with his fantasies.

The bad gay görükle escort bayan was barking instructions now.

Don’t cum! Don’t cum!

I thought he was talking to me, at first, but he was instead bossing around his little bottom boy. I was in danger of blowing my load, too, because the visuals, the drama, and the way the action was unfolding stimulated me in multiple ways. I wanted to be the new little bitch. If it meant great sex for a long time, I’d do it.

Most of the time, my random hookups were unsubstantial. And by the climax, when clothes were donned, and awkward goodbyes made, every man always told me that they’d be ready to return. All I had to do was ask. I don’t think anyone ever made a return visit and I never opened channels of communication.

This was quite different. Maybe I’d be the next to wake up with an injection of hard cock by way of devious wake up call. I was wise enough to know that no one ever really tamed the bad gay. Men tried, of course, but no one ever succeeded. In this sex-drenched scenario, I’d have him forever, and even tolerate the next seduction to follow.

Unlike the good gay, I didn’t really want a boyfriend. That lizard-brain part of me wanted him for my own, a kind of evolutionary jealousy, but the rational part of me spoke otherwise. I knew when orgasm arrived that I’d be thinking a little more rationally.

Rational thought is the last thing I wanted. I was neither the good gay, nor the bad gay, but l’d be whatever the situation required.

I had found a never-ending reserve of cock and pleasure. And that was enough for me, at least for the moment.

I wanted to be possessed wholly, made to do the bidding of the bad gay. I’d do whatever he wanted, and be his open hole. I’m not sure why I felt so strongly attracted to him. Maybe this was wrong and maybe it was right, but I wasn’t going to analyze it too much. More would follow, I was sure of it.

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The Fighter

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Blowjob

Gym Class Heroes
(feat. Ryan Tedder)
* “Just waking up in the morning
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain’t really sleep well
Ya ever feel like your train of thought’s been derailed?
That’s when you press on – Lee nails
Half the population’s just waitin to see me fail
Yeah right, you’re better off trying to freeze hell
Some of us do it for the females
And others do it for the retail”*

Westley Elwes rubbed his eyes and debated getting out of bed. He’d had another night of restless sleep, first having trouble falling asleep, and then having trouble staying asleep. He’d once read that having trouble falling asleep was due to anxiety, and trouble staying asleep was due to depression. So, great he had both then… He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. A quick shampoo, soap up and rinse and he hopped out. Another day of school, another 3 months until he graduated, and then he could drag his depression to another state. He sighed, pulled on a pair of scrubs, grabbed his backpack and ran out the door to get to class.

It was hard to believe only a few months ago he’d been feeling better about his life in general, had a good start on a career he’d waited for all his life, had a great friend he lived with, and he could feel the fog of his depression lifting. Westley had known that he was gay from an early age. His parents weren’t religious, just obvious racists and homophobes, even being raised in a more northern state. He was terrified of coming out to his parents, and really, he’d never been much of a talker anyway, so he just avoided it. As a veterinarian after graduation he wasn’t sure if he could be ‘out’ anyway, depending on where he got a job, so he figured it was just best to hide it and deny it. But the worst thing happened. His best friend found out, and now he had a permanent reminder he was gay. It was then Westley had decided he needed to keep quiet unless he was going to live with another person, then it was probably best to get it out in the open.

He arrived home too tired to care about food, so he just went to bed, took his clothes off and fell into a restless sleep. It felt like he’d just closed his eyes when his phone rang.

“Hello?” He said drowsily.

“Westley? Did I wake you up? It’s only 8pm” His mom said.

“Long day…”

“Okay, well, sweetheart Daddy’s in the hospital again, we still haven’t figured out what’s going on. He’s scheduled to see a specialist tomorrow. Did you want to come down? Will you have time?”

Westley pulled out his Friday schedule to look it over. He had a lab early in the morning, but after that he was free.

“What time is Dad’s appointment? I have a lab until 9am.”

“Oh good, it’s actually not until 1pm. We can do lunch tomorrow if you’re able to get here before that. I’ll let you go back to sleep, call me if you have any questions or problems, okay?”

“Okay Mom.” Westley sex hikayeleri hung up the phone and rolled back over. Now he probably wasn’t going to get any sleep. His dad had been ill for quite some time, on and off. Usually it started with back pain, seemingly innocent enough. It had progressed now to the last time he saw his dad, it was obvious he’d lost weight, complained of feeling cold all the time, and was tired and napping a lot. His general practitioner had run some bloodwork, but it was normal other then slightly increased blood glucose. Of course his mom didn’t explain a lot of things well either, so Westley was unsure how much she couldn’t remember or wasn’t telling him. He packed an overnight bag and threw it next to the door to grab in the morning.

Westley was startled awake by Ryan, his best friend and roommate shaking him awake.

“What the fuck dude…” Westley muttered sitting up.

“You gay?”

“What?”

“I heard a rumor that you’re queer, is that right?”

“Yeah dude, is that a problem?”

“You lied to me this whole time?! You been queering on me?” Ryan yelled.

“No dude. I don’t even… I haven’t even told anybody because I don’t want to be this way.”

“Really? Is that why Brad said he saw you checking me out?”

“Dude, I don’t check anybody out, I keep to myself you know that.”

“I don’t. I really don’t, and I don’t care either. I think you’re a lying piece of shit that needs to be reminded he’s an abomination.” Ryan slammed his head back into the headboard of the bed. Westley threw his hands up to protect his head, but Ryan pulled him down off the bed and started to kick him mercilessly. Since Westley was a smaller guy at 5’5, he didn’t have much to defend himself against Ryan who was a 6′ tall football player. Sure Westley worked out, but he’d never survive this brutal attach. As that dawned on him, he realized maybe it was for the best. He’d never be able to be himself, and he’d never be anything but an abomination like Ryan said. He stopped trying to fight Ryan. He gave up on life.

“Get up you queer and fight me! Fight me goddamn it, otherwise I think you like it rough!!” Ryan yelled. Westley shook his head.

“Fucker…” Ryan picked him up and threw him onto the bed. Westley wanted to die, but he didn’t want to hurt anymore, and curling up on his left side alleviated the pain a bit. Ryan grabbed a letter opener from his desk.

“I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re an abomination so you can never hope to live a normal life…” Ryan touched the blunt blade to his tender thigh. The alarm blaring shocked Westley out of his flashback nightmare. He dragged himself out of bed, showered, shaved and got ready for his class. It seemed the lab on radiograph technique seemed to drag on and on. Finally they were released and he started the 2 hour drive across Ohio to get to the internal medicine specialist close porno hikayeleri to Cleveland.

Westley held his mom as she cried. The doctor had come out of the room to tell them the results of the preliminary tests they’d run on his dad. It wasn’t good news.

“Basically, we suspect that it’s some form of pancreatic cancer. We’ll need to verify it with biopsy and CT scan. But considering the factors, his age, his race, symptoms and the bloodwork results today, we’re leaning toward this diagnosis. If this is what it is, we’ll need to get him treatment as soon as possible. I know this is a shock, but we do have a cancer specialist in our network I’d like to refer you to. Do you want a few moments to think this over before we go tell your husband?”

“Please. I should compose myself as much as possible before we go in there.”

Westley was in shock. He didn’t know much about pancreatic cancer, but from what he’d read about Patrick Swayze he knew the prognosis wasn’t good.

“Do you want to come in with me?” His mom asked.

“I…” Westley was speechless.

“Here, sweetheart, go get a soda. I’ll be with him for the doctors to tell him, you can pop in after a bit. I know this is hard. We have to be strong for him.”

Westley nodded. He waited a few minutes then went into the room. He watched with almost disinterest as his parents wept together. The doctor had told them the diagnosis, but his dad had asked more questions then he and his mom had. And with each question, it got worse and worse. Westley wasn’t sure he was comprehending it much, but knew now that of all the cancers his dad could have, this might be the worse. Basically, his dad was looking at a 6-10 month life expectancy if the cancer had spread, otherwise, best case scenario with extensive treatment, 5 years. Westley was overwhelmed.

The week seemed to drag on and on. His mom called him with updates regularly, but Westley couldn’t seem to focus on anything, not even his classes. He could tell that he wasn’t taking care of himself either, he really couldn’t remember eating anything within the last day or so, and nothing really substantial since his dad’s diagnosis. Westley’s phone rang late Thursday, a classmate letting him know the lab class on Friday was cancelled due to a family emergency on the instructors side. Westley knew he should go visit his dad, but he couldn’t handle it right now. And he didn’t really have friends around here to hang out with. At that thought he realized he could call Michael, the drive to Madison would take about 9 hours he figured, but hell, it might be worth it if Michael would be willing to see him. He called Michael, but didn’t explain what was going on. He wasn’t a talker, but he needed to be around somebody, otherwise he wasn’t sure what he’d do. Michael was more than happy to have Westley visit, but told him his boyfriend Daniel was going to be there. Westley wasn’t thrilled seks hikayeleri about that, but he just wanted to not be alone, so he guessed he’d tolerate meeting the boyfriend. Which Michael calling Daniel his boyfriend was new too and almost made Westley more depressed. Still, he couldn’t be alone.

Westley made the drive to Madison in record time and pulled up to Michael’s apartment around 630pm. He walked up to the door and buzzed the number Michael told him to.

“Hello?” A fuzzy voice came over the intercom.

“Hey, Michael? It’s Westley.”

“Hey Wes, I’ll be down to let you in.”

Westley waited patiently, and in 30 seconds the door swung open, almost hitting him.

“Come on in. Daniel should be here shortly.”

Westley followed him up the stairs and into the small apartment. It was nicer then a dorm room that was for sure.

“Make yourself comfortable.” Michael said. Just as Westley sat down on the couch, the door buzzed again.

“Oh, that’s Daniel. Wait here.”

Westley looked at his fingernails, then picked at a piece of loose rubber on his shoe waiting for the two to come upstairs.

Daniel walked in and eyed him up. Westley did the same, and realized Michael would never want to pick a tiny guy like him over a lean, muscular cute guy like Daniel. Westley sighed internally. The only hope he had was if Daniel screwed up, or made Michael wait too long to have a relationship. He stood up and went over to shake Daniel’s hand.

“Nice to finally meet you.” Daniel said to him politely.

“Pleasure’s all mine.” Westley said, almost too sweetly.

The men all discussed food, and it was decided to order Chinese. Daniel went into the kitchen to get them all beers, but returned with only two. Westley was confused at first, but Daniel explained Michael only had two in the fridge. Michael volunteered to run to the closest gas station to pick up more while they waited for food. Westley was stuck alone with Daniel. He admitted to himself he didn’t hate Daniel, he just was jealous. And not really jealous of Daniel per se, but of the seemingly easy relationship he had with Michael. Westley thought that most of that was due to how laid back Michael was, and again had the thought that if Daniel screwed up, he’d be first in line to pick up the pieces. Forget the issues with coming out and all, he would want the man in his life. After some stilted conversation, Daniel pushed for Westley to say what he was thinking. Westley confessed his thoughts,

“You screw up, I’ll be right there to pick up the pieces.”

Daniel had agreed, but made it clear he wanted Michael in his life enough to fight for him.

The rest of the evening had gone well, and after watching a movie, Westley was ready for bed. He took over the spare bed, and listened to Daniel wake up Michael enough to get him to bed, where they started to snore together. Westley felt some tears escape before he could squash them back down. He needed a Michael of his own. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to make it through his father’s death. As much as they didn’t see eye to eye, he loved his dad, and he wasn’t strong enough to let him go yet.

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Club Paradiso Ch. 2

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The day after our orgy on Valentine’s Day my wife, Lorraine and I slept for a few hours before we had brunch with other nudists/swingers next to the large crystal clear pool. Although everyone was naked, no one had enough energy left to fuck or even engage someone in serious conversation. We ate in silence.

After our hearty meal of cold meats and various salads some life returned to my weary brain and flaccid penis. I looked around our table and introduced myself to Lee-Ann, a beautiful twenty-something woman, with long blond hair, pointed breasts and protruding pussy lips. Her muscled boyfriend, John, was also blond with an eight-inch penis. When I turned to the woman next to John I had to do a double take. She was the exact duplicate of Lee-Ann.

The woman pushed her hand in my direction. “Hi, I’m Jo-Ann, Lee-Ann’s almost identical twin.” She opened her legs to show me her shaved pussy. Her cunt lips were neatly folded in a small slit, hiding most of her shy clitoris. John had a self-satisfying grin on his tanned face. Lucky bastard, I thought. Getting two for the price of one. Jo-Ann leaned over and kissed Lorraine on her open lips. I saw her insert her tongue in Lorraine’s mouth. My wife sucked it and fondled Jo-Ann’s breasts.

I had to tear my gaze away from the unfolding sexy scene because I heard a soft moan on my right. Next to me sat Fred, a fit-looking fifty-year-old with his much younger brunette wife Karien masturbating his thick seven-inch cock. Fred’s eyes were closed in throws of ecstasy. Karen took my hand and put it on Fred’s warm dick to continue giving him pleasure. She bent over Fred to kiss me. When her large breasts swung past his face, he immediately started to lick and suck on her nipples.

John suggested we all go for a swim in the pool before we get better acquainted. Fred wasn’t too happy when I let go of his stiff cock to join the others in the water. We splashed around for a short while before my wife and Jo-Ann continued where they left off.

Jo-Ann had Lorraine sat on the side of the pool with her legs spread wide open. She dropped her head to my wife’s pussy and started to lick her clit. My cock responded to this erotic sight, by coming to attention, announcing to the world that his life had been fully restored and that he also needed attention. I got behind Jo-Ann and caressed her slit from her clit to her anus. She wasn’t even aware of my attention because she climbed out of the pool, led my wife to a deckchair and started finger-fucking Lorraine’s cunt.

Lee-Ann joined her sister and planted small kisses on my wife’s face and her neck, sucked on her nipples, and drew a wet trail with her tongue over Lorraine’s flat stomach to her bald pussy. Jo-Ann in the meantime twirled her tongue in Lorraine’s vagina, lapping up her pussy cream. The two sisters’ mouths met at Lorraine’s clit. They exchanged my wife’s nectar and continued to fuck my wife and each other.

Fred joined the threesome and stuck his cock in Lorraine’s empty mouth. She grabbed it with both hands, caressed his balls and lapped his dickhead like a lolly. My wife is a master when it comes to giving head and soon Fred was happily moaning away in sexual pleasure.

My own cock was bursting with pride and arousal. Before I knew it both Karien and John had their mouths around my sensitive prick. They had different techniques but the result was sensational. Karien twirled her tongue around my cockhead and played with the slit. John sucked on my balls and inserted a finger in my anus. My body quivered with pleasure and I had to muster all my control not to come. I didn’t want to spill my seed without first inserting my pleasure pole in a woman’s cunt. I gently pushed their bobbing heads away and took Karien to a large towel on the grass. We positioned ourselves into a 69 with her lying on top. I quickly played with her protruding clit and spread her pussy lips apart to reach her pink inner sanctum with my tongue. Karien was giving me a wonderful blowjob, slurping up my precum.

The sun seemed to disappear when John stood above us. He got down on his knees between Karien’s legs, just above my head. His intentions were obvious; he wanted to fuck Karien from behind. He first pointed his enormous cock at my face, indicating that I must lubricate it. There is nothing as erotic as a cock and a cunt waiting for me to pleasure them. I am not gay or bi, just a horny man who likes the combination of cock and pussy. Dropping my head backwards I took his manhood down my throat without gagging. My jaw worked overtime sucking on John’s dick.

I felt betrayed when he pulled it out and inserted it in Karien’s soppy cunt. The feeling quickly disappeared when John’s hairless balls hit my head while I flicked my tongue over Karien’s engorged clit. Their sex juices flowed sex hikayeleri freely into my mouth. I even managed to taste Karien’s juices by licking off John’s cock.

“I want you both inside me,” said Karien and maneuvered around so that she could be on top of John, who was still fucking her hot love canal. I got the message and used their sex juices to prepare my cock. Spreading her asscheeks I slowly pushed my dickhead into her backdoor. She was tight at first but John’s continued fucking loosened her a little and I could push all the way in. We worked her orifices like two pistons, rubbing our cocks against each other inside her.

I glanced around to see what Lorraine has been up to. The twins had a double dildo in their pussies, fucking each other. Lorraine was astride Fred riding his pole so hard her tits bobbed up and down. I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone had to let go.

Banging their pussies together, the twins were enjoying each other so much that they came first, and then the rest of us came in quick succession. We all collapsed on the grass under the scorching African sun.’

The hour before sunset was magical. The rays of the sun spread its golden arrows across the sky, turning the green world into a hazy blue. Lorraine and I spent those moments alone on a hilltop, overlooking the resort. She sat naked between my legs, resting her back on my bare chest. I lazily caressed her clit, whispering sweet love words in her ear. We had to take a rest from all the fucking. My poor dick was red from all the attention and Lorraine’s pussy was very sensitive.

It wasn’t long before her juices lubricated her vulva again. Her soft moaning and her naked asscheeks against my penis reinvigorated my willingness for another round of lovemaking. The natural beauty around us and our own nudity made me feel vulnerable. From that moment on I felt at peace and one with nature. A small cry from Lorraine brought me back to the present. She was having an orgasm. Maybe she also experienced that precious moment.

She turned around and we kissed, without haste, just tender loving care.

“Are you happy, darling?” she asked, swinging her legs over mine to sit on my lap, facing me. My penis head touched her wet slit and I could feel her nectar dripping onto my cock.

“Afterwards, when the twins lapped Fred’s cum from your pussy, I thought I would come again. It was so beautiful.” My dickhead was already at the entrance of her vagina, asking permission to enter. She opened the door by lowering herself onto my manhood and started to massage me with her pussy muscles. We didn’t move. It was just her interior working, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. It drove me insane with desire and pleasure. I shot my load into her as the sun set behind the mountains.

The next morning we went for a game walk. Piet and Marie, the owners of the resort, divided the twenty or so couples into eight groups. The partners were split so that we could experience other people. I joined Marie’s group with Lee-Ann, Gerald, a tall Englishman and Joy, a beautiful redhead. We had to wear hats and shoes. The first ten minutes of the walk was a chaotic affair. We didn’t know where to step, in what order to walk or what to look for. Marie was patient and had Gerald walk behind her, followed by Lee-Ann, then Joy with me bringing up the rear. I didn’t mind watching Joy’s rear end. Her asscheeks were firm and inviting, and as she walked I had glimpses of her pussy slit.

I walked around with a hard-on the whole morning and missed seeing a kudu, a large buck darting across our path. I did get a fleeting look at giraffe disappearing behind tall trees. But when the group suddenly stopped for a small herd of elephants I walked straight into Joy with my cock slipping between her asscheeks over her wet cunt to bump against her clitoris.

My first embarrassed thought was to withdraw and pray for her forgiveness, but she didn’t turn around to slap me. She just moved her hips backwards, took my cock in her hand and inserted it into her pussy. I slowly fucked her while everyone’s attention was on the elephants. I snaked my arm around her waist and played with her clit while I pumped away. The elephants were grazing on a Mopani tree they pushed over less than an hour ago, or so Marie whispered to the group without taking her eyes off the animals.

I didn’t care if they had lunch in Central Park. I was enjoying fucking Joy and judging from her soft moans and shaking body, she felt the same way. I could feel her orgasm starting in her abdomen, rushing through her torso to whip back to her pussy. I was also on the verge of shooting my load when she turned around, dropped to her knees in time to close her mouth on my cock. She swallowed every drop of my cum.

The porno hikayeleri group gave soft whispers of approval for what I thought were for the elephants. When I opened my eyes they were staring at us. Gerald’s cock was stiff as a rod and the women had naughty smiles on their faces.

“Before you scare away all the animals with your fucking, we better find a spot we can enjoy each other in peace,” said Marie and led us to a secluded picnic spot they must have prepared earlier that morning. Large blankets were spread out under a huge tree with cushions scattered around. Marie removed a basket from behind the tree and took out light meals, drinks and fresh fruit for us to feast on.

Lee-Ann came up to me, sat back on a cushion and spread her legs wide open and smeared her pussy with the flesh of a banana, before she pushed the rest inside her fuck hole. I didn’t need another invitation and dropped between her legs and proceeded to eat my meal from her cunt. I scooped every morsel from between her protruding pussy lips and sucked on her clitoris. I fucked her with my tongue, extracting the last piece of banana from her love canal.

I saw Marie sat on Lee-Ann’s face to get a similar treatment I was giving Lee-Ann. Joy sucked on Gerald’s cock while he poured fresh juice on his dick. I moved my face from between Lee-Ann’s legs over her slim body to her face and Marie’s asshole. I inserted my cock in Lee-Ann’s wet pussy and started to fuck her. Then I gently pushed Marie on all fours for better access to her sex. Lee-Ann’s and my tongue met at the base of Marie’s vulva. We lapped the nectar dripping from her pink pussy, tasting her sweetness. I increased the speed of my fucking and I could feel Lee-Ann tightening her pussy muscles to increase the friction for both of us.

I became a sensitive cock, my tongue and nose giving pleasure to Marie while my dick and hands pleasured Lee-Ann. I received exquisite pleasure throughout my whole body. We even swapped around with me on my back, Marie riding my manhood and Lee-Ann sitting on my face.

Again I realized how much I love sex. I love the sweet taste of pussy juice, the softness of a woman’s breasts, the firmness of her thighs, the roundness of her buttocks and the velvety warmness of her pussy. I also love to feel someone’s tongue on my cock just before I explode. Being in nature enhanced these feelings and when I looked around me at the mini-orgy, I was happy. I hoped that Lorraine was enjoying herself as much as I did, and from what she told me later, she also had a blast.

When we changed positions again Joy and Gerald had joined us.

“Why don’t you two men show us how to suck cock,” said Lee-Ann.

“I think there is nothing wrong with any of your techniques,” said I, still lapping Lee-Ann’s pussy.

“Come on, Gerald,” insisted Joy. “Let’s see if he can make you come.”

Gerald, with his dick in his hands, reluctantly moved to where I was between Lee-Ann’s legs. The women made a circle around us. I got on my knees before Gerald and slowly took his long, thick penis in my hand. I pulled back the foreskin over his glands and slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft. I did the tongue tip test and tasted Joy’s pussy on his dickhead. I first licked off all the evidence of her juice and kissed his head, pushing the tip of my pointed tongue into his cock’s eye.

“How come you English and South African men are not afraid to play with another man’s dick,” I heard Joy asked Gerald.

“What do you think we do after games?” came the breathless answer from Gerald. I took his erection in my mouth and started to suck on it before he could finish the rest of his answer. I took his balls in my hand and pushed a finger in his bum hole. He shook like a palm tree in the wind when he came. The women pushed me back to catch his cum on the titties.

After Gerald collapsed they licked the cum of each other. I stood up waving my stiff rod around. “What about him?” I asked. They smiled and after showing me their techniques, I had to admit that they all passed the oral exam with flying colors.

All eight groups got back to the resort with wonderful erotic stories to tell. We were all smiles. I saw my wife walking hand in hand with another woman. Lorraine introduced her tall pale lover with long raven black hair and dark eyes, as Jade. I was smitten with this goddess but also very apprehensive. Darkness lay buried beneath the surface of this beauty. The two nipple rings and the ring in her clitoris must have had something to do with my assessment of this dark beauty. Our orgy holiday took a turn into an unknown world.

Marie welcomed everyone back and prompted us to clean up, get a bit of rest and put on the items we would find on our beds. On the way to our room Lorraine told me about seks hikayeleri their sexcapades in the bush.

“Jade loves playing dominating games with her lovers,” whispered Lorraine in my ear, as if afraid Jade might hear. “She wants you to be her slave tonight.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I could see that Lorraine wasn’t joking and felt an exciting dread creeping up my naked spine. Our sex up to that point could’ve been described as vanilla orgies, nothing serious, just fucking. We were in for a major attitude adjustment and change in definition of what sex is.

The stuff on our bed was something I would never have considered as part of my sexual toys. There were two full leather masks that could be turned into blindfolds. There were also openings for our mouths. A strange device with a small dildo and a cockring waited for me on my side of the bed. Larraine had a black spandex bodysuit, boots and leather gloves waiting for her. There was also a set of leather handcuffs on my bed.

We quickly showered and prepared for the evening. I covered Lorraine’s naked body with talcum powder and then helped her to get her into the suit. Next came her boots and her long gloves. She presented an image of a perverse erotic slut. Her breasts stuck through two wholes in the suit and her naked pussy was pushed out, spreading her pink cunt open like a gaping fish. The suit’s leggings ended midway down her thighs.

My own device was something different. I had to insert the dildo in my anus and when my penis was erect I had to pull the cockring over my shaft and balls. It fastened around my waist. A silver chain attached the contraption to my mask and because it wasn’t long enough I had to walk with my head bent down. Lorraine cuffed my hands behind my back and pulled me behind her on another chain attached to the cockring. What a pair we made!

We arrived promptly at nine at the venue for the evening’s festivities. Only ten couples were invited to participate in the evening’s debauchery. Jade dominated the area with her presence. She was dressed in a long black cape, a facemask and boots. Drum music built to a crescendo and when it reached its peak, Jade threw open her cape to reveal her nakedness underneath.

A silver chain attached her two nipple rings to the ring through her clit. Every time she stretched or moved her torso, the chain pulled on her clit, exposing the soft pinkness of her pussy. Her nipples and her outer pussy lips were painted black. The dark red pouting lips of her mouth resembled blood.

All the participants were made to kneel before the Dark Goddess. I looked around and saw the other couples standing around. Were they to be the audience or what? We were never given a choice, but maybe Piet and Marie knew we would like new sexual adventures.

When Jade took her seat on the ‘throne’, I was to be the first ‘sacrifice’ on the altar of love. A hooded man, and judging from the size of his penis, must have been Piet, led me by my chain to the center. He unhooked my chains and pushed me down before Jade who had her legs wide open. I could see her pink vulva winking at me from between the blackness of her outer lips.

Piet removed my butt plug and replaced it with his cock. He pushed my face closer to Jade’s pussy.

“Pleasure me, slave,” came a voice from behind the mask. I flattened my tongue and licked the full length of her slit till her nectar mixed with my saliva. With utmost care, I let my tongue play with her clit ring, using it as friction on her shaft. Meanwhile Piet has filled my backdoor with his beautiful cock and pumped away. He gripped my mask to prevent me from bumping into Jade’s pussy. With each thrust, Piet smacked my bare bottom with a strap. Pain and pleasure flooded my sex-filled senses. With my hands still cuffed behind my back I couldn’t touch my cock. I longed for release.

Through my own painful/pleasure filled haze, I became aware that the male members of the audience were fucking Lorraine.

Then every leather-clad swinger had a turn to fuck my ass. The women with their strap-on dildos pounded my behind the hardest. Then Lorraine stepped in front of me. Her pussy was dripping with cum. I had to clean her out with my tongue. I swallowed every drop of the cum.

What seemed like an eternity, and being fucked by the whole of South Africa, I had my release when I was given permission to enter Jade’s cunt. After every thrust Lorraine smacked my asscheeks with the leather strap as punishment for fucking the goddess. The pleasure of being inside the contracting velvet cunt coupled with the exquisite pain of the strap caused a sensation I’ve never experienced before. A blinding light flashed before my eyes before I convulsed in an uncontrollable spasm. I shot my load, wave after wave, into Jade, the Goddess.

For the rest of the evening and I was in a kind of surreal dream world. Since being back in the good old USA, Lorraine and I had time to reminisce about our experiences in South Africa. We were also looking forward to new sexual adventures.

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My face is pressed closely to her sheets, my blush-covered cheeks just faintly grazing her white-cream toned sheets. I can feel her stalking behind me, creeping closer and closer with a predatory sense of pleasure. She is like a snake on the verge of striking, and I am her prey. I feel like a trembling, thoughtless mass of warmth just waiting to be constricted.

“How about we make this a little more interesting,” Florence muses, as though she hasn’t already launched a full fleet of surprises. She drags a solitary nail up and down my back, before correcting my position. I can feel the smooth, glossy finish on her nail as she traces the proper arch of my back. The sensation creates a feeling of weight bearing down on my own painted fingers and toes. The shallow hue of pink is sinking into me, pressuring my hands deeper into the mattress.

“Legs apart,” Florence orders. I obey. “Keep your face down. Don’t stop bending your back. You’re trying to show off your ass and nothing else. More. Relax your feet. Good.” She does some manhandling to make adjustments. “Perfect. Now hold still.”

She goes to get a toy from her closet, but I can’t see what it is. “Are you ready? We’re going to start with something small and then we’ll work our way up. It’ll only be a matter of time before you’re begging for my biggest toys.”

“Yeah, I think I’m good.”

“How many times am I going to have to remind you of the proper way of addressing your mistress?” Her tone is more teasing than scolding. “Try again.”

“Sorry,” I whisper, before obliging more loudly, “Yes mistress.”

“Better.” I feel my panties slide down to my knees. A sense of defenselessness overwhelms me, bringing an icy shiver spasming down my spine. She takes my cage between two fingers and jostles it back and forth, making the lock rattle. My member swells only to be stopped by tight plastic walls. It aches sex hikayeleri with the phantom sensation of her touch. The struggle gives the lock another delicate shake.

“You really want it, don’t you?” Her smirk is audible in her tone. “You just want me to let you out of your little cage. You want me to stroke your little cock. Maybe you want to cum all over my perfect tits. Or maybe you want to finish in my throat and watch my swallow.”

She pauses as I tremble with anticipation and the imagination runs wild. “But that’s not going to happen now, is it? You’re not my master and I’m not your dirty little girl. I’m your mistress and you’re going to be obey me like the submissive slut that you are. As long as we’re in this room, you belong to me.”

I don’t say anything. “Is that clear?” she presses.

“Yes mistress.”

“Good.”

Something smooth and hard enters me. I gasp as the first little micrometer successfully penetrates me. I don’t have time to recover before it’s shoved deeper inside me, and my gasp transforms into a moan. A strange sense of completeness unfurls inside of me.

“I can’t wait to see how you react to the bigger ones,” she murmurs as she withdraws. She takes things slowly, gradually pushing in and out of my ass with her dildo. I writhe as she makes the second push. A wave of motion travels down my back and echoes down my arms. I lose my grip on her sheets and my face plunges deeper into her sheets. My knees slide further to either side. My hands grope around the bed before clawing onto the bundled sheets once again. My face rises from the surface of the bed.

She pulls out. “Back in position. Face down, ass up.” I do my best to recompose myself. Face down. Arms to the sides. Back arched. Ass up.

“Not bad. Bring your ass up higher.” Her plastic shaft enters me again after I comply. I bury a whimper with porno hikayeleri teeth pressed harshly into my lower lip. She thrusts the toy deeper, pushing further and further until I feel its base slap against my ass. She shakes it slightly. The tender friction spreads throughout my asshole. The small, deep motions continue before she pulls out once again. I tremble, this time mindful not to lose my position.

“So what do you think? Do you want to try a bigger one or are you done?”

“I think I need a break for a minute,” I sputter.

“Sure,” she says with casual indifference. “Turn over, I’ll take care of you.”

I slump over to my side, making a light thump as my butt slams against the bed. Florence slithers up next to me and pets my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, “It was just a lot.”

“You’ll get used to it,” she rests another hand on my neck as she continues petting me. “I mean if you want to do it again, that is.” She leans in and kisses my forehead, transferring a sense of calm with the affectionate peck. “We can take things a little easier if you want.”

“No, no,” I insist, “I liked it. Something about it was really satisfying actually. I felt sort of complete, you know?”

She smiles at me, but it also strikes me that she’s marveling at me somehow. I wonder if she has the same expression when she watches the first brilliant wing break out of a chrysalis. I feel different in a way I can’t put into words.

“Sorry, that was kind of stupid.”

“No, it’s not,” she assures me, “I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself.” She kisses me again, this time on the cheek. “Which is good, because you make a really cute girl.” I blush under my makeup. A genuine sense of flattery stems from her comment. It makes me proud, but that feeling of pride only makes me feel more shame a moment later. She holds me. I have no idea for seks hikayeleri how long, I lose myself in her comfort.

“Ready to go again?” she asks, sending me stumbling back into time.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Cutie,” she grins, “You can stay where you are, just pull your legs up.” She grabs her strap-on, replacing her first instrument with a slightly larger one as I arrange myself. In a matter of moments, she’s towering over me. After applying a healthy dose of lube, she starts again. I feel the increase of girth immediately. The tight ring of my asshole struggles against the dildo for a brief moment before surrendering. I feel it open wider to allow the entire plastic shaft inside of me.

She builds up speed this time, starting with the same gentle rhythm as the first toy before hitting her stride. Her lips pressed into mine, partially muting me just as a whimper escaped. She takes my hands in hers and forces them down as her toy continues to work more and more eagerly. “You’re such a good little slut, aren’t you?”

I can only admit a whine in response as she keeps fucking me. My face is burning up in a frenzied tide of blush. My lips contort, forming silent o’s and f’s. “Yes mistress. I’m you’re good little slut. I’m your little whore.”

She doesn’t relent until my flaccid cock twitches and trembles as my whole body lights up in an unfamiliar, but orgasmic surge. A tiny sliver of white cum trickles from the head of my cock, leaking down along the outside of my cage.

Florence takes on an amused look. “I didn’t see that coming. Here, you’ve earned this.” She brings her face down to my groin and drags her tongue along the surface of the cage. She lets the cum linger on her tongue long enough to bring her head up and show me. I watch wide-eyed as she swallows. “You’re lucky I’m such a bad mistress. I should have had you clean yourself up.”

“It’s still the same deal as before,” she continues, “Keep it on until tomorrow and I’ll give you a blowjob. If you wear your panties too, then I’ll swallow again. Is that fair?”

“It’s a deal,” I say, before adding “mistress” with a sly look.

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Happy Life with My Father-in-Law Ch. 02

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Mona was enjoying her sex life with Rand and Roger without any taboo. She was free from all points of view. She prepared herself for this lifestyle.

She explained herself that Rand is her husband and Roger is the biological father of her baby. Thus they both have rights to fuck her and she has the right to enjoy sex with them.

One morning after breakfast Mona’s father-in-law came over and asked her that how everything was going and she said it was going great except for her back hurt from all the leaning down last night sex with his son.

While she was washing her hands in the kitchen he came up behind her and started rubbing her back asking her where it hurt the most.

Mona told him that he might not think about it, and then Roger had his hand under Mona’s shirt. Mona then was feeling a little uncomfortable about it.

Roger told her to sit on the couch so he could continue the back rub and soon was rubbing more than just her back. Mona asked him to stop, but he insisted that she needed it. Before she knew it he was fingering her.

Later Roger took her in the bedroom and had sex with her for almost 3 hours. Roger was experienced and knows exactly what she wanted and told her how beautiful she was and Mona knew that he enjoyed that more than anything else.

Now a days Roger used to get erection seeing his daughter-in –laws erected boobs and when he saw her feeding her child. He went to bathroom for masturbation, which even Mona knew.

Mona was a sex-bomb even after delivery of her child. She had become more and more beautiful. After delivery the size of boobs go up due to filling of milk in them and nice heavy butts but waist missing.

She roamed here and there while picking of her child some time her boobs were touched accidentally but she remained calm and quite.

But Roger shivered all the time thinking of his sexy daughter-in-law when he merely milked her by his dick.

He properly looked after Mona and Mona too looked after him. Mona openly gave milk to her son without any shame from Roger’s side.

She opened her boobs and fed her entire boobs open to Roger. Sometimes when she was not wearing any top her both boobs were opened and sometimes Roger helped her to lick entire milk from those milk-ball for their baby.

After some day Rand left for a tour. Roger and Mona got their free space to live with their child. They started to share the same room and same bed again in the night also. Suddenly a strange thing happened in their smooth life.

The child left feed and immediately the child was shifted to hospital where the problem was diagnosed as tonsils and mother was asked to feed her by a piece of cotton dipping in milk and it should be kept on the mouth of the child which he may suck slowly and doctor advised that the problem would remain for fortnight.

On the first night Roger heard moaning of Mona and he immediately rushed to her and asked the reason.

Mona told that she was feeling heaviness and pain on her boobs and on Roger’s request she opened as he pressed them a lot amount of milk came out from them and spread on the floor and similarly Roger pressed second boobs and the same thing happened.

Enquired from doctor about this Mona repeated the same procedure and asked her father-in -law to do it thrice a day.

Roger started the procedure in morning but placed his mouth instead of spoiling it on floor. He sucked entire milk from one boob and second boob and a reaction of sex was exchanged.

In the evening same procedure was adopted but in the night while she was on the same bed with him along with child Roger sucked her both breast and she embraced him and kissed him for relieving her pain.

But the matter did not stopped here as she was naked before Roger he started seducing her as his old monster got erection and made him to request her for fuck.

Roger was fondling her body and she got horny and he put his dick inside her pussy and started pounding her but he did not got any objection from Mona’s side but instead she cooperated him to fuck her saying that sex after first child were giving her more pleasure sex hikayeleri from her father-in-law.

Mona noticed a change in the way Roger looked at her all the time. The areas he stared at in particular where his eyes were peeking at her bouncing breasts and her shaky ass when she moved around the house.

Mona did not like to boast about herself but she knew that she was not bad in those departments. Her breasts were firm enough and protruding, almost an invitation to grab them and squeeze them hard.

Now Mona normally wore sleeveless and low cut dresses at home, mostly casual ones, occasionally she appeared in those silky ones, which were more transparent and clinging to her body, showing off her curves.

Roger used to stare at Mona’s boobs, and her cleavage, especially when she bent down. Mona enjoyed his care and she would like to show her dress go slightly off the place, giving him a view of her cleavage and her heavy watermelons whenever she got any chance to seduce him.

While serving him food, Mona would stand near him and bend whenever she needed to put food in his plate; Roger would never miss a chance to look at her hidden treasures, but he always did that in a clever way as if he were Mr. Innocent and knew nothing.

Mona would stand almost inches near to him, his face near to her breasts. He could see her navel and her clothed breasts up close. Mona would notice him throwing glances at her body. She thought that it was common for any man who fucked her and gave her a child.

Roger’s acts became bolder. He gave stares that were obvious. One morning Roger asked Mona to help him in taking his bath; he said he wanted her to clean his back. Mona agreed. He sat in his shorts; Mona entered the bathroom, she wore a towel.

He asked her to give him a head bath. She turned on the shower and though she took precautions not to get wet but she couldn’t and she got wet partially. Mona was applying shampoo to him, standing in front of him. His face was straight in front of her breasts.

Her towel got wet and her curve was visible along with the contents inside it. He could easily trace the shape of his daughter-in-laws breasts, size and the location of the nipples. Mona untied her towel to a side and with bra and panty her navel area was exposed.

Mona was sure it was a feast for him, but she continued. She was rubbing his head applying shampoo. It was moving to and fro in such a way that it almost touched her breasts in that process. It was steaming hot in the bathroom and she was wet partly due the water and partly due to her sweat.

Roger could feel the aroma emanating from his daughter-in-law. Mona got carried away and she was moving his head more and more into her, she was letting his face touch her breasts.

It was a see-saw movement; his face was kissing her breasts. Mona was literally crushing his face into her breasts.

He must have felt the softness of her boobs. He buried his face in them, almost restless and just her hands were moving. Few minutes later Mona regained her senses and moved away from her father-in-law.

She finished the cleaning work soon. She got a towel and as she was wiping his head again his face was pushed into her breasts while she dried his hair with the towel.

Mona applied force to dry so he had to hold her for support. He laid his hands on her stomach, above her hips and caught her. He laid both hands on her, taking full support from his handgrip on her tummy area.

He pressed Mona hard. Mona finished that work soon and before a new start she left the bathroom covering her with towel.

That night after the milk session Mona told her father-in-law to give her a break for the night. Roger agreed with his daughter-in-laws proposal. But in the middle of her sleep Mona felt someone touched her ass.

She woke up, but didn’t open her eyes fully. She could feel Roger’s hand change the position and he hand on her tummy. Mona opened her eyes and saw him. He was deep asleep, the hand wasn’t moving.

Mona thought it was accidental and it happened in sleep. She closed her eyes and resumed sleeping. Few porno hikayeleri minutes later, the hand started moving! He was feeling Mona’s stomach, its softness and started to press it gently.

Later, his hand started to move upwards. His hand was then lying on her milky breasts. He put it there motionless for few minutes. Then he started gripping one of her breasts with his palm.

He began to care the curve and size of it. He could feel its softness in his hands. It started to become stiff and firm.

He began to gently squeeze her breast. He was now getting bolder and was squeezing it much harder.

Mona moved slightly and she let out a feeble moan but she continued to act as if she was amidst a deep sleep.

Then he located her nipple and started to draw circles around it, along the aureole. That act was miraculous, sending shivers throughout Mona’s body.

He took a nipple between his thumb and index finger and started pressing it gently at first, later a little harder than earlier. Mona couldn’t hold on any longer and she had to break free.

Mona acted as if she woke up just then. His hand was inside her night dress, right on top of her bra, fingers almost catching her nipple. He shut his eyes but kept his hand there itself.

Mona acted as if she was shocked to see his hand there and she took it off away from her. He then slept very close to her; his breath was almost on Mona’s face. Mona turned to other side, facing away from him.

She closed her eyes but she was still thinking of his acts. It was not long before he laid his hand again on her stomach, now he caught it from backside. He moved close to her almost grinding his groin into her ass.

Mona could feel his erect member touched the cleavage of her ass. His hand was feeling her tummy and its softness. Mona slipped a knowing smile as she was turning away and he couldn’t see her face anyway.

Roger began to feel her soft boobs once again. It was thrilling for Mona to be touched by such a mature man in that way. She felt strange after getting approval from him for break in that night but now she liked the way he started the play.

He moved his face closer to Mona. He was breathing her aroma due to her sweat. Feeling her hair and seeing the smell of it. Then his nose was touching the bare skin on Mona’s back, which was in the low cut area in the back just below her neck.

He planted a gentle kiss there. His hands now came down feeling her all the way; actually they moved a lot down then.

Almost about to enter her panty area, no one knew how Mona felt when someone touched her in that area below her navel.

Roger’s hand was trying to enter her night dress above her panty area. Roger slipped his hand inside her and finally touched her pubes.

Mona thought that everyone must have experienced an electric shock at some point in time in their life. Mona was experiencing it then. His touch was like an electric shock to her.

She had to instinctively move her groin backwards, digging her ass much deeper into his groin.

He must be aware by now that she was awake and conscious of all his acts. Roger continued exploring deeper.

He must be surprised when he felt her wet there. Mona was almost giggling then with shivers passing through her body. He was rubbing her clit and was feeling her wet pussy.

He was manipulating his daughter-in-law well. She was in heaven. He inserted a finger into Mona’s pussy, which was fully wet by then. He began to finger fuck Mona vigorously.

Though they both were aware of each other’s position and it was done with her staying there numb as if she was asleep.

He was moving his finger in and out and sideways, almost all the possible directions. He was literally drilling Mona.

She thought that Roger came then. He left suddenly and went to bathroom. They acted normally as if nothing happened between them.

At about midnight he started doing the same things again. He started feeling Mona up and squeezing her boobs.

Now as it was night time, they could not see each other’s faces, for that matter nothing seks hikayeleri was visible.

Mona was wide awake while that was happening. Roger grew bolder and was then kissing her neck area.

He went on lower and started to remove her night dress aside and was kissing her boobs over her bra. He was squeezing one and was kissing the other.

Roger was trying to suck it too. He was desperate now so he started to remove Mona’s bra. He ripped it apart soon, made short work on her nipple and there were the watermelons he had been dying for so long.

He felt them fully naked and started rubbing his face into them madly. He was sucking them and kissing them hard.

Mona was moaning loudly then. She was encouraging him with her hands pushing his head into her breasts.

He began to kiss Mona all over her body, her face, they tried the French kiss, he began to kiss Mona’s flat tummy, her navel, went even lower too. He dragged Mona’s panty down and began to lick her pussy.

He was inserting his tongue into it and was fucking her with his tongue. Mona was thumping her hips and banging them up and down on the bed.

She was trembling in lust and pure passion. She was dreaming of this for the last few days and finally this happened.

Mona was asking him to fuck her. He was groaning and obliged her request, took his nude unprotected dick and shoved it hard into her pussy.

She didn’t even care about any protection at that time. She was in lust and total ecstasy.

Roger was ramming his cock harder and harder. To her taste he was a lot harder and longer than his son Rand. He fucked Mona for about two hours that night. He came thrice during it. He finally collapsed over her. They slept like that start naked.

Mona was the one to get up first the next morning. He was just beside her, hugging her, her chest clinging into his. His hand was over her and his face was near her neck.

Mona tried to move away. She woke him. He caught Mona’s breast with his hand and squeezed it for one more time and looked at her and smiled.

Mona couldn’t look at him. She was relaxed after that joyful sex. So she turned away and she was trying to get off the bed.

He moved down to her pussy and felt her near that area. Mona giggled and she left the room. She got dressed and she was preparing breakfast and coffee.

Roger came into the kitchen slowly and hugged her from behind.

Mona froze and stood still. His hands started playing with her breasts again. He was enjoying them very much. He began kissing his daughter-in -law on her neck from behind and continued pressing her boobs.

Roger said, “Let’s take a bath together,” and dragged her into the bathroom. Mona pleaded, saying that she had to prepare the breakfast.

He ignored her requests and said she was enough for breakfast, lunch and dinner. He turned on the shower and they both became wet.

Roger said that he still had not seen her nude in daylight. He wanted to see her totally nude. Mona started kissing him now and hugged him tightly. This really turned him on. He almost ravaged Mona.

He swiftly removed Mona’s housecoat, almost tore her bra open and caught her breasts. They were wet hence slippery.

Roger said that Mona had a good pair and kissed them to his heart’s content. Mona allowed him to relish on them and asked him to do whatever he wanted to, Mona said, “I am all yours.”

He made her nude completely and Mona removed his shorts and caught his dick. It was huge. It was one hell of a dick with good length and width as well. She moved it to and fro for a while and he started to fuck her while standing in the shower.

He was holding Mona’s hips and started to fuck her. He lifted Mona onto him and he was almost holding her with his hands and his dick in her pussy.

It needs great strength to give a standing fuck. Mona and her father-in-law moved to the bedroom and continued their fuck there.

They were having a fucking marathon all those days when Rand wasn’t around. Later on they continued to have sex whenever and wherever they got a chance.

He would feel her up at times, sometimes they had oral sex, and they continued to have a good sexual relationship.

Mona fucked by those two men almost daily. Some days Mona’s husband Rand might not have sex with her but her father-in-law Roger never missed a chance.

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Stacey had always been told how cute she was, and she knew it was true. She had big, soft eyes, an adorable button nose, and silky blonde hair that cascaded down her back just to her tailbone.

Since it was just past her 18th birthday, she knew that people noticed her pert, perfectly round little bubble butt and her perky, firm 32B breasts topped with easily-excitable, upturned, light pink nipples. Not that anybody had ever seen those, but she could see in their eyes that they imagined.

Stacey had always admired her brother. Jacob, recently 25, had always looked out for and made her feel safe, cared-for, and happy, ever since the day she had been born. He had always been there to watch after her and her friends whenever their parents had to go out, and as soon as he was old enough he had volunteered to drive her – or any of her friends, if they needed – anywhere they wanted to go. He adored her, thought the world started and ended with her smile, and had always done everything he could to make sure she had the perfect, charmed life.

Jacob, or Jake, stood an impressive 6’3″ and was built like a star running back, which he had been. He had started for their high school, and had been recruited to play for Princeton. He had also, obviously, done well in school; he had graduated valedictorian, and had studied criminal justice in college. He was now studying law at Harvard Law School, in order to be closer to home. He lived in a quaint, old, little town just outside of Boston, where he lived with his wife Hannah and their kid, Brady.

The two siblings kept in touch regularly, having at least one night a week where she would go visit and have dinner with his family. And this is why she had always hated Hannah.

Hannah didn’t deserve Jake. She was a selfish, controlling, mean person who berated him and made him feel small and unimportant. She doted after their kid, much to the detriment of Jake’s role in their family. He passed it off, saying she was just a devoted mother, but Stacey saw that she didn’t really care about him. As Jake was the perfect brother, Stacey saw this and was furious at the heartless bitch who mistreated him so badly.

Jake would confide with her how Hannah would sometimes, for no apparent reason whatsoever, withhold sex for weeks on end. She would tease him, taunt him, and then leave him tense and uncomfortable. Stacey didn’t understand this; Jake had the body of a classical god! She knew she shouldn’t think those thoughts about her brother, but as a teenager, she couldn’t help but admire her brother, in his early 20’s. It didn’t hurt that all of her friends always kept up a running dialog of everything they wanted to do to him, or let him do to them. Over time, she had just accepted the fact that yes, her brother was smoking hot. It saddened her because, while maybe one of her friends would get a chance to live out the naughty little fantasies they told her all about, she was destined to always look on from afar.

Then, one day, Jake showed up at their parents’ house, with no notice. He always at least texted he was on his way, so this was peculiar. What was stranger, and much more distressing, was the fact that he was sobbing, tears streaking his face and wetting the neckline of his tight T-shirt.

“Oh my god, Jake!” Stacey called when she saw him trudging up the pathway from the driveway to the front door. Upon seeing his car pull in, she had dressed quickly in a loose nightgown and rainbow, knee-high socks. She knew he loved when she “got all cute” for him; as the adoring older brother, he loved thinking of her as this adorable little thing to be hugged and held. After she saw the state he was in, she sprinted down the path and jumped into his arms, hugging tightly around his neck and babbling questions.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did something happen? Is Hannah coming? Where’s Brady?” she asked rapid-sire, peeling herself away and dragging him by the arm to the house. Now, he was much stronger than her, but went along with her efforts if only to humor her.

“Hannah’s gone,” he told her through his sniffling. “And she took Brady with her…”

“What?! She can’t do that!” Stacey exclaimed, completely dumbfounded.

“Actually, she can, sis,” he said gently, calming down if only to stop her from feeling so much distress. “Turns out, Brady’s not my kid…”

Stacey was floored. She had known Hannah was a heartless bitch, but this?! “What? Who…?”

“Oh, no, he’s not leaving me for anybody in specific,” he explained, shaking his head and clearing his eyes. sex hikayeleri “She doesn’t know who the father is… Turns out, she loved going out when I’m working late and fucking anybody who makes a move at her!”

He started crying again, and Stacey hugged him tight, now inside of the house in private. “That dumb little slut!” she yelled, and Jake, who always defended her to Stacey, shrugged as if in resigned agreement.

“Anyways, she wants to move to LA to become an actress, and I said we couldn’t, since our whole life is here, so she got a DNA test to prove that she could just take Brady without my permission.”

“But…”

“Well, legally speaking, she can,” he sighed, “Brady is my kid emotionally, but legally he’s just a stranger I’ve been paying to take care of!”

“But why did she cheat on you??!” Stacey demanded. That was the most confusing part; why cheat on somebody who looked like a statue of a sex god?

“She said she got bored of having sex with me, that I was too vanilla!” he told her, then hesitated because this was his kid sister.

“That’s bullshit!” stacey snapped, fury boiling over again. “I’ve seen you getting out of the shower, and you are a god!”

“Wait… WHAT?!” he demanded, completely bewildered at this news.

“Oh, come on, I was in middle school when you would come home from college!” she explained as if it were obvious. “You must have seen my friends all staring at you every time you were around!”

“Well, yeah… But you?” he asked, not quite getting it.

“I’m only human, Jake,” she laughed, elboring him and winking. “But don’t worry, now that that bitch is out of your life I have an entire list of girls who’ve fantasized about being your own little harem for years. And we all just turned 18!”

“Ha ha sis, sure, I’m not… Wait… We?” he stared at her, sure she had misspoken.

“Well, I mean… Uh… Maybe first you should… I mean Jill called dibs on going first, but…” she mumbled, before he raised her chin and forced her to meet his inquisitive eye.

“Sis, what are you trying to say?” he asked softly.

“Ugh! Fine, yes, okay? I’ve always had a crush on you and me and the girls would always fantasize about you and I thought it would never happen so it was harmless and fine but… Now that you’re single…” she trailed off uncertainly, staring at the ground again.

“Wait, Jill too? He asked, completely baffled that these girls he had always thought of as sisters – including his real little sister – had been dreaming of fucking him!

“Yeah, I mean I figured you’d be more interested in her, she’s so much prettier than me and -“

“Bullshit!” Jake snapped. “Stace, you are the cutest, prettiest, and – fine – hottest young woman I have ever seen! Never think you’re anything less than perfect!” he told her, always the supportive brother.

“You’ve… You’ve thought of me that way, too?” she asked hesitantly.

“Fine! Yes, I have. All of your group, but especially you. You all always had those slumber parties and went swimming and dressed in such skimpy clothes, and sometimes I’d see you guys sunbathing topless and -“

“You saw that?!” she cut in, looking ecstatic. “We did that on purpose! We knew you were home, and we were hoping you’d look!” she told him, happy their plan had worked, if on a bit of a delay.

“Well, uh… So where does this leave us?” Jake asked, very uncomfortable about the information that had come to light.

“Well, oh brother of mine,” she whispered, “that depends… How long had Hannah made you wait since the last time she let you fuck her whore body?”

Jake’s eyes widened, and he started to defend his ex-wife, before remembering the recent change in his feelings towards her. “Uh… God, sis, this is weird… It’s been a little over 2 weeks…” he admitted glumly, now realizing that she had not been waiting.

“That bitch!” she snapped, before calming down and coming up with a plan. “Well, then, you’d probably be a bit quick on the draw right now, huh?” she joked, smiling sympathetically at him.

“What do you…” he asked, not wanting to jump to any conclusions.

Stacey abruptly pulled the nightgown up and over her head, throwing it to the side in a crumpled ball. She dropped to her knees, leaning back on her heels, and looked up at him sweetly. “I mean that it would probably make sense for you to find some release inside my pretty little mouth before you take your darling sister’s virginity…” she purred, cupping her small breasts in her hands and lifting porno hikayeleri them as if in offering.

She was now wearing nothing except the rainbow knee-high socks, and Jake was stunned. He had not been expecting this, thinking she had only been teasing. Sure, he had thought of her in an inappropriate way from time to time, but they were siblings! It wasn’t supposed to go beyond illicit thoughts, maybe a few teasing words! “No, we shouldn’t… I mean, you’re my…”

“Jake, please, you need help to feel better and right now I finally have the opportunity to act on the fantasies that were with me all through puberty,” she giggled. “For now, don’t think of me as your sister; I’m your slut! I’m your own personal, willing, enthusiastic little cum bucket. Okay?” she was practically panting with her excitement, and had started to unfasten his pants as she spoke.

Jake hesitated a moment, but she had a point – he really was tense, and could use the release to figure out what to do about his divorce. Maybe, just this once…

His thoughts ended, replaced by the most amazingly delicious sensation he had ever felt coming from his cock. He shook his head and looked down, and saw his dear little sister looking up at him, the head of his 9″ cock stuck in her petite mouth and her cheeks concave with suction.

“Please, Jake… Let me do this…” she begged, pulling briefly off of his cock and looking up with pleading, watery eyes. He just nodded, completely unable to think, and she eagerly began sucking him again.

“Wait… Have you done this before?” he asked, hurt that she wouldn’t have told him about a boyfriend.

“No, Jake, don’t worry… You’re my first…” she moaned, and again began licking his head.

“But… But you’re amazing!” he told her, and she beamed at his praise.

“I’ve, uh… Well, we’ve all watched a lot of porn, to be able to please you if the opportunity ever came up,” she admitted shyly.

“Well thank you!” he gasped, putting his hands in her hair and guiding her up and down the top few inches of his cock.

The blowjob continued for a few minutes, with Stacey making it farther and farther down his shaft, until his pubes tickled her nose and her throat was being well and truly fucked. While she was leaning forward sucking him as deep and hard as she could, Jake noticed her cute little feet sticking out behind her and grunted.

Hearing his tone of surprise, Stacey backed off of him and stroked him gently while she looked up with glistening, desperate eyes. “What is it, Jake? Did you see something you liked?” she teased, wiggling her ass and assuming that was what had caught his attention; she knew she had a perfect ass!

“Yeah, uh… But it’s kind of embarrassing,” he admitted.

“No, Jake, there’s nothing wrong with liking the way my perky little ass looks!” she told him, and he grimaced slightly.

“No, it’s not your ass – well, that is amazing, too – it’s… Well… I’ve always thought you have the cutest feet…” he trailed off and looked away, ashamed of his secret kink.

Stacey started giggling, then laughing, then rolling on the floor gasping for breath. Jake was mortified, and hurt to be laughed at. “Stop! I know it’s weird, but -“

“Shut up, Jake!” she ordered, calming herself and breathing deeply. “I’m not laughing at you! I’m laughing because Hannah said you’re ‘too vanilla’ but you’re into feet?! Huh?”

“Well, she always said that was gross, and that I should just be into the stuff she was into…”

“What? Like other men?” she scoffed, and then looked up at him earnestly, sitting back on her butt with her feet crossed in front of her. “I don’t think it’s weird at all! Personally, I think I have adorable little feet, and I totally get how you might think they’re sexy,” she said, experimentally flexing her arches and wiggling her toes.

Jake let out an involuntary moan, and smiled at her, relieved to not be thought a freak. “You really don’t mind?” he asked.

“Not at all! In fact, we should have some fun with my feet!” she encouraged, smiling sweetly up at him. “Do you like my socks?” she mused.

“They’re so cute, and sexy, but… Well, I love your bare feet,” he confided in her, and she smiled and quickly removed her socks.

“There you go, bro!” she giggled. “Want to touch them?” He nodded that he did, and she lifted them up in his direction. He slowly sank to one knee and reached for her feet, pulling them close and massaging them gently.

“Ohhhh, yes, that feels amazing,” she moaned, seks hikayeleri arching her back and thrusting her perky tits towards him. “Oh, please, really massage my arches, they’re so tight…” she begged, panting with arousal.

“Can I… Could I suck on your toes?” he asked, shy again.

“You don’t need to ask, Jake! Use my body however you want,” she told him, but upon his hesitation added, “of course, go ahead!”

He eagerly sucked the toes on her left foot into his mouth and bathed them with his tongue. He loved the slightly pungent, salty taste and moaned his pleasure, while Stacey arched her back at the unexpectedly erotic feeling of having her feet made love to by her brother’s mouth.

“Do you… Ohhh yes! Do you, um… Do you want to cum all over my feet?” she asked him sweetly, and saw his massive cock throb in excitement at her words.

“Yes! Oh Stacey, please, that would be amazing,” he told her eagerly, not believing how perfect this was.

“Of course, Jake!” she told him sweetly. “But, uh… I have my own fetish I’ve been dreaming of…” she suggested, and he looked worried for a second.

“No, of course, I’m so sorry I’ve been selfish!” he apologized.

“No! Not at all, I’ve loved this. Actually, I’m really into what you’ve been doing to my feet,” she giggled, “but, uh… Do you think after my little toes are covered in your jizz, that maybe I could lick it all up while you watch me? And swallow it all, with you looking at my sweet, pretty face?”

Jake laughed, smiling as he nodded. “Stacey, that’s the ultimate ending to my fetish!” he told her, happy their desires were so aligned.

“Good. Now, to get yourself really close… Do you want to fuck my soft, cute little feet?” she asked, her voice dripping sexuality.

He couldn’t speak, instead just taking her feet in his hands and bring in them together, creating a makeshift pussy for him to fuck.

She moaned wantonly as his cock slipped past her soles, feeling his bulging veins pressing against her sensitive skin. “YES Jake! Oh yes, use my feet, pelase!” she begged. “Make me your kinky little slut, use my body however you want!”

Jake picked up the pace, and she continued goding him on and begging to be his little cum slut until he was so close he could feel himself right on the edge.

Stacey had seen his face tense up and knew he was fighting a losing battle to hold off. “Please, Jake… Cum all over my pretty toes..” she purred, and he pulled back, grabbing his cock and pointing it at her feet as he erupted.

“YES! Oh Jake, yes! That feels so slutty!” she panted, joining him in orgasm. “How am I cumming?! This feels so good, being used! Make me your foot-slut, baby! Use me, cover me in your jizz!”

He kept pumping jet after jet of hot, sticky cum onto her feet, covering them almost completely in his seed. When he was done, he shuddered and almost collapsed, smiling at her in ecstasy.

“Oh, Jake… That was amazing…” moaned Stacey, her chest heaving from the unexpected orgasm. “Now, want to see me lick my slutty feet clean of your cum?” He nodded yes, tired but very excited to see this, and she pulled both of her feet towards her face in a precarious balancing act.

To help steady her, Jake reached back and held onto her shoulder, enabling her to stick her tongue out and begin licking every drop of cum from her feet. “Oh, Jake… You taste so good…” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed in a mini-orgasm.

He just watched, fascinated and aroused, as she cleaned her feet, and then released her shoulder when she slowed and lowered her legs back to the floor.

“That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen…” he moaned, barely able to get words out.

“For me too, honey,” she told him sweetly, then laughed. “The girls will never believe I got to go first!”

“Yeah, about that…” he started, unsure of her plans.

“Well, Jill gets next, but then it’s your decision!” she told him happily.

“But Stacey, this might have been a mistake, are you really sure you’re happy we did this?” he asked, upset to think he might have just scarred his baby sister.

“I loved it, you big doofus!” she scolded him. “And you better not chicken out for my friends!”

“I mean, they’re cute and all, but… You’ve always been the cutest, and are you sure…?”

“Do I think they’ll be okay with your foot thing?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. He nodded, confirming that was his worry.

“Don’t worry, bro! They’ve all got adorable feet – most of us trade shoes because we’re all the same size – and would do anything for you!” she told him warmly, and he smiled. “Now, Jill has feet exactly my size, and she just got a pedicure…”

If this was going to be divorced life, maybe Jake didn’t mind so much.

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Close Observation Ch. 02

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When Ron walked back into the lounge, he noted that the lighting was different. The large light on the ceiling had been turned off. Lamps in the corners and by the television were on instead. The room was darker but more intimate now. The scent of the women’s perfume was pleasant. The atmosphere had changed.

Ron was curious about Helena after the earlier conversation. He saw what had to be her stood with Ibrahim 2, looking rather nervous as she chatted to him. She was indeed younger than the other women. Ron didn’t think she was twenty. She was pretty, not as pretty as Emma, but a great-looking girl. She had on less make-up than the others. Helena’s hair was very dark brown and long, reaching down her back. Her figure was slim, her breasts weren’t large but were in good proportion with her body. She wasn’t deeply tanned like the others, but instead seemed to have quite naturally dark, olive skin. To look at her, Ron thought there was an innocence, something virginal about her. He could see why Ibrahim had agreed for her to stay.

Everyone still stood in little groups around the rug in the centre of the room. The men had all taken their suit jackets off; Ron could see some of the jackets hanging over the backs of settees and armchairs at the edges of the room. Everybody had a drink. The men were helping themselves to the whiskey; he noticed that someone had brought another couple of bottles in.

Katie was in the room, in conversation with one of the English-speaking Arabs whose name Ron had forgotten. They were talking about restaurants in London and Katie was recommending one in Chelsea, by the hospital.

The first blonde to arrive earlier, Annabelle, stood in the far corner with Yousef and Mo. Yousef did not look like he was understanding much of the conversation but was smiling politely. The brunette, Victoria was chatting in an animated fashion with Ibrahim, the man Ron thought was called Faisal and a couple of other Arabs whose names he couldn’t remember. Ibrahim was laughing. Victoria was exceptionally busty. She wore a cream dress, cut low in the front. He noticed with amusement how all the men kept sneaking looks at her breasts.

Emma, the other blonde, the heartbreakingly beautiful one, had moved over to Helena, on the far side of the rug opposite Ron. They spoke to Ibrahim 2, who seemed to be amusing them.

‘Do you live in London Ron?’ said Katie. She was stood just to his left. Ron had been watching the room and was surprised to be addressed.

‘Yes. I live in Walworth. South of the river,’ he said.

‘Ooh, I don’t know Walworth,’ she said. ‘Is it nice?’

‘Well, it doesn’t look that great, but people with money are moving in, so it’s up and coming. There’s lots of bars and restaurants opening. I like it,’ he said.

‘Sounds nice. I live in the East End. It’s all hipsters. Lots of beards.’

‘I can imagine’ said Ron.

Katie didn’t reply. He saw her look over to the other side of the room and make eye contact with Victoria. The Arab gentleman Katie had been talking to did not know what a hipster was, so Katie began to try to explain. Across the room, Ron saw Victoria politely excuse herself from the conversation with Ibrahim, Faisal and the others. She looked to her right towards Annabelle, then left, at Emma and Helena. She walked towards Emma and Helena.

She walked up behind Emma, who, with her back to Victoria, did not realise she was there. She looped her hands under each of Emma’s arms, reached around and placed the palms of her hands softly on Emma’s breasts, while resting her body against Emma’s back. Emma was surprised at first but quickly relaxed. She caressed the backs of Victoria’s hands, and changed her posture, bending forward very subtly so that her rear end went back towards Victoria’s groin. They stayed like this for a few seconds. Victoria lightly stroked Emma’s breasts. She turned and Victoria released her hold. Victoria held her waist while her arms went up and around Victoria’s neck. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled and pressed themselves against each other. Emma leaned forward and very briefly kissed Victoria on the lips.

Annabelle, the other blonde, excused herself from Yousef and Mo and approached Helena. They smiled at each other as they embraced. Annabelle brushed her finger intimately against the side of Helena’s face. Ibrahim 2 walked around the rug and joined the others. The four women were in the far-right corner. All conversation in the room had stopped.

Emma and Victoria were positioned in such a way that Emma’s back was slightly turned towards Ron. They held each other; their faces close. The went to kiss but both tilted their heads the same way, which made them giggle. Victoria was looking into Emma’s eyes. He saw the way she looked at Emma, there was almost an element of wonder in her eyes as she looked at Emma’s face. They leaned slightly forward again and began to kiss. They kissed deeply, their tongues in each other’s mouths. Victoria’s eyes were closed.

Annabelle and Helena also began to kiss, but differently. They began with quick kisses, of split-second sex hikayeleri duration. Helena looked nervous. Annabelle held her around the waist, looked into her eyes and smiled reassuringly at her. She kissed her again, but this time opened her mouth wider and kissed Helena deeply.

Victoria had placed one hand on Emma’s rear, she slid the other up to one of her breasts. They kept kissing, enjoying each other’s mouths. Victoria opened her eyes. Ron could see how aroused she was. Victoria was feeling around Emma’s back for the zip on her black dress. The dress came open. Emma brushed the straps off of her shoulders, the dress slipped down. She stepped out of it. She was left in her black bra and panties. Her figure was incredible, she was fit and toned, her body was that golden tan colour, and her shaggy, curly blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Ron wondered if he’d ever seen anyone so attractive. Victoria brought her hands up and caressed Emma’s breasts, slowly, softly, before reaching around and, after a second or two of fumbling, getting her bra loose. The bra fell to the floor. Victoria caressed Emma’s now naked breasts again, before leaning down and sucking her left nipple, greedily, as if she wanted to swallow Emma’s left breast whole. Emma held the back of Victoria’s head as she suckled her. Victoria moved her face across and buried it between Emma’s breasts. Victoria’s eyes were closed. Emma looked down tenderly at her. Victoria pulled Emma’s panties down and let them fall, she brought her head up and kissed Emma again, deeply. Emma was naked now, whilst Victoria was still fully clothed. Emma’s tan was all over her body, there were no white bra or panty lines on her. Victoria reached around and squeezed her buttocks as she kissed her. Her right hand curved down and she slid the palm of her hand between Emma’s legs from behind, caressing her crotch.

Annabelle and Helena were kissing very deeply, both with their eyes closed. Every now and again they were forced to stop to breathe. Helena seemed to be kissing Annabelle passionately, and enjoying doing so, but still with an element of control, aware of the audience. Annabelle, in contrast, seemed transfixed. There was an urgency to her body language and movements, as she let go of Helena’s waist and held her face in her hands.

Victoria gently pulled Emma towards the middle of the rug. Both women kicked their shoes off. Victoria was fondling Emma’s breasts as they moved onto the rug. Emma reached out and briefly rubbed her right hand against Victoria’s crotch before taking it away again. She got down onto the rug in front of Victoria and lay on her back. Her legs were slightly open. She put her hands behind her head and lay there, looking up suggestively at Victoria, her facial expression almost challenging. Ron thought she was quite a sight, lying there.

Annabelle and Helena were still kissing, but now Annabelle was caressing Helena’s crotch as they kissed, moving her hand up and down, stroking her groin.

Victoria, still clothed, got down on to the rug next to Emma. She leant over and kissed Emma, whilst putting her left hand between Emma’s legs. Emma bucked her hips up against Victoria’s hand when she felt it against her vagina.

Victoria raised herself up and switched over to Emma’s other side so that she could touch Emma with her right hand. She put her middle and index fingers all the way into her own mouth, she was wetting them with saliva. She took her fingers out and reached towards Emma’s crotch, but then checked herself. She held the two wet fingers in front of Emma’s face and Emma took them into her mouth. Ron could see her tongue in her mouth working around Victoria’s fingers. Victoria brought her fingers out of Emma’s mouth. She moved her hands down between Emma’s legs and, accompanied by a sharp inhalation from Emma, slid them into her vagina.

Some of the men, Ron was too interested in what he was seeing on the rug to notice whom, moved across to get a better viewpoint of Emma’s exposed vagina as Victoria penetrated her. Emma’s legs were wide open, and Victoria began to move her fingers in and out, gradually increasing the depth and pace of her efforts. She was using almost a sawing motion, quickly moving her fingers in and out. As she did this, she was leaning her upper body over Emma so that their faces were close, they looked into each other’s eyes as the act continued.

Emma began to sigh, and to breathe deeply. She was moving her hips against Victoria’s hand. Victoria looked down at her fingers moving in and out of Emma. Ron felt that her face held a peculiar expression, she seemed to enjoy the view she had, and she seemed deeply aroused, but there was something else there, too. Ron thought it was pride. Victoria watched herself fingering Emma’s vagina and she seemed proud of her work, proud of what she was doing. Emma had started crying out every time her fingers went in. Her voice was soft, feminine. Victoria looked up again at Emma’s face, she leaned over and kissed her. They held the kiss despite the motion of their bodies as Victoria kept going. Suddenly Victoria porno hikayeleri withdrew from the kiss. She quickly moved down, repositioned her body so that she was kneeling between Emma’s legs. Her fingers were still in Emma’s now visibly swollen vagina. Victoria leaned over and put her face between Emma’s legs and licked at her greedily, almost compulsively. She continued the sawing motion of her fingers in and out of Emma as she licked her. Emma’s cries rose in pitch. She closed her eyes; she reached down and placed her left hand on the back of Victoria’s head and gently stroked her hair as she was licked and penetrated. She began to buck violently and squeezed her thighs together around Victoria’s head as she climaxed, screaming.

Ron had been so occupied by this show that he had not noticed Maria and Anabelle undressing. Helena’s body was gorgeous, and very natural. She didn’t look like she needed to do much work to look as great as she did. Helena still seemed quite nervous, and slightly timid. Anabelle was taking charge, and pulled Helena towards the middle of the rug, near to Emma and Victoria. They got into a sixty-nine position, with Helena on the bottom. As Helena began to lick Annabelle’s vagina, she reached forward and fondled Annabelle’s breasts.

Emma had kissed Victoria sweetly, seemingly in thanks for the orgasm she had been given. She looked drowsy now, deeply relaxed. Victoria got up. She climbed out of her dress. Her breasts were surgically enhanced, but they were spectacular. Emma rubbed her face into them and sucked on Victoria’s nipples. Beside them Annabelle and Helena continued to lick at each other.

Emma looked coyly up at the men as they watched the show. She smiled, and crawled on hands and knees over to Yousef, who was stood roughly in the middle of the pack of spectators around the rug. She reached out and stroked his groin. He looked down at her with a curiously neutral expression. Ron was aware of his own erection straining against his trousers. He took it for granted that the Arab men were as aroused as he was, if not more so. Yousef was visibly erect. Emma unfastened his zip, took his penis out of his trousers with her left hand, and took it into her mouth. She closed her eyes and started to suck on it, her head moving slowly up and down.

Victoria walked over to Ibrahim 2. She kissed him on the mouth, briefly, then also got down on her knees. She stroked his groin like Emma had done to Yousef. She unzipped him, took out his penis and began to suck on it. She took it deep into her mouth. Victoria also closed her eyes as she sucked.

On the floor, Annabelle came. Her body stiffened and shook, she emitted a series of short, staccato shrieks as she climaxed. She climbed off of Helena’s mouth and lay on her back, panting, looking embarrassed. With her left hand she lightly stroked and teased Helena’s mouth. Helena licked her fingers as they brushed over her lips.

Yousef orgasmed, ejaculating into Emma’s mouth with a gasp. She smiled up at him as she swallowed the load. She found another Arab, unzipped him, and started to suck again. Ibrahim was stroking himself though his suit trousers. He suddenly walked onto the rug, up to Annabelle who was still laying on her back, recovering. He stooped to grab at her hand and pulled gently. Annabelle rose to her feet. She embraced Ibrahim and kissed him on the cheek. She took his arm and led him out of the room. Someone walked right past Ron, his suit jacket brushing against Ron’s hip. It was Mo, who went after Ibrahim and Annabelle. Ibrahim looked back at Mo. They exchanged a look as the three of them went to the right out of the door, towards the stairs.

Helena looked nervously at Katie, who gestured with her eyes towards Victoria and Emma, both busily performing oral sex. Helena moved over towards Faisal, who was stood nearest to her. She was on her knees and went to unzip his trousers, but he stopped her. Taking her hand, he invited her to stand. He placed a hand around her waist and steered her towards the door. They too headed towards the stairs.

Ibrahim 2 suddenly pulled his penis out of Victoria’s mouth. He reached down to her shoulders to gently pull her upwards, and Victoria raised herself in response. He ejaculated onto her massive breasts, groaning as he did so. Victoria started to rub the semen into her skin. Katie, stood next to Ron, twisted around to rummage in her large handbag on the floor behind her, before producing a pack of wet wipes. She took one and, kicking off her shoes, walked onto the rug and wiped the semen off of Victoria. Victoria stood up. One of the men whose name Ron didn’t know claimed her and took her out.

Emma’s current partner in crime ejaculated into her mouth. Again, she swallowed the load. Another Arab man, one of the non-English speakers who’s name Ron didn’t know, took her out of the room, towards the stairs. Katie was holding the wet wipe. She followed Emma and the three men. Before she reached the door, she gestured with her eyes to Ron that he should come with her.

***

Ron knew where the bin was. He opened the cupboard seks hikayeleri for Katie, and she dropped the wet wipe in. She washed her hands. The hand soap by the sink was scented to smell like lemons.

‘Ok. If you could just keep doing the rounds, keeping an eye on things, that would be great. These chaps love bum sex, love it, can’t get enough… With Emma, Vicky and Annabelle that’s fine, but they’ll try it on with Helena, I know they will, and that’s what I particularly need you to keep an eye on. She doesn’t want to do any bum stuff, so please don’t let them,’ said Katie.

‘I’ll keep an eye out’ said Ron.

‘Do you know what double penetration is?’ asked Katie.

‘Yes,’ said Ron.

‘Ok, well Vicky will do that, if she feels like it, if the guys she happens to be with aren’t too big, but not the others. If you see any of the other girls doing that you need to step in. It’s unlikely though, these guys are pretty ok… Vicky’s the one with the boobs,’ said Katie.

***

Annabelle was in the first occupied room he came to. Ibrahim and Mo were in there with her. Annabelle was naked except for her stockings. She was on the double bed, positioned on all fours diagonally across it, facing away from the doorway. Ibrahim was sodomising her, forcefully. He was naked but for his unbuttoned shirt. At the other end, Mo was positioned in front of Annabelle, his penis in her mouth. Annabelle grunted loudly as Ibrahim thrust himself rhythmically into her rectum, but Mo’s penis in her mouth was muffling the sounds, distorting them.

As Ron stood in the doorway watching, he heard steps on the stairs behind him. Yousef and another of the non-English speakers had come up. They nodded toward Ron, Yousef raised his hand in greeting, then moved on towards the back of the house, towards the other bedrooms.

Victoria was a couple of doors down. The chap she was with was a non-English speaker. Ron could remember him at the restaurant, sat next to Yousef. Now he lay on top of Victoria. She was lying on her front on the bed, totally naked. The Arab’s arms were around her, he held her breasts in the palm of his hands and thrust his pelvis against her. It looked like he was penetrating Victoria anally, and she breathed heavily as he thrust at her. There was a framed print of a painting of three ballet dancers on the wall above the bed, which Ron liked the look of.

Faisal was with Helena. They were kissing. Ron was surprised that things had not moved on further. Faisal sat at the edge of the bed. Helena was on his lap facing him, straddling him. She was stroking his groin as they kissed. His hands were on her hips, holding her close to him. He kissed her urgently, the same way that Annabelle had kissed her downstairs. Faisal saw Ron stood outside the room in the corner of his eye. He didn’t react.

Katie hadn’t been lying about the chaps’ fondness for anal sex. Ron eventually found the room Emma was holed up in. She was on all fours on a bed and was also being sodomised, by the other non-English speaker. Yousef and the other chap who had come up the stairs with him were stood, naked, watching them. Yousef was masturbating as he watched. Emma was facing the door. She looked up at Ron. The man seemed to be withdrawing from her quite slowly, then going back in very quickly and hard. She omitted high pitch cries when his penis moved into her. She looked at Ron as he watched, she seemed genuinely aroused. She lowered her head and looked away to her left. The man began to grunt, and sped up his thrusts. He came loudly, crying out. He dismounted from her and pulled at the condom to take it off of his penis. Yousef quickly climbed onto the bed. Emma stayed as she was. There were condoms on the bed. He put one on and positioned himself behind her. He penetrated her anally, quickly finding his rhythm. He held her waist in his hands, and sometimes he seemed to move her body laterally with his arms as he thrust at her. Emma turned her head and looked up and back at him, as if to verify that he was enjoying himself. He smiled and kept going. Yousef’s penis had looked larger than the previous gentleman’s. Emma would sometimes a supress a grimace of discomfort as he drove himself into her. Ron could not help but feel very aroused. Emma was a stunningly beautiful woman and watching them doing this to her was quite a spectacle.

Ron suddenly felt that he was getting too wrapped up in watching the show when he should be working, watching over all of the proceedings. As he was about to head back down the hall towards Helena and Faisal, Yousef came, thrusting hard into Emma as he finished. He leaned over and kissed the back of her right shoulder in thanks before dismounting. The third Arab was already putting on a condom. He was less well-endowed than Yousef. His penis was very fully erect. Emma stayed as she was on all fours but, whilst before she had been resting the weight of her upper body on her forearms on the bed, she now straightened her arms and placed the palms of her hands on the bed, raising her torso, and giving an arch to her back that, to Ron, looked incredible. The third Arab penetrated Emma anally, like the others. He reached out, held the tops of Emma’s shoulders and began to sodomise her, rhythmically, powerfully, breathing heavily as he did so. Emma looked down at the sheets below her face as he took her.

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Harper Valley 3: Goodbye Innocence

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Author’s Note:

Just a last reminder that I am in fact Peter_Pan, the author of the original series (Please refer my profile if in doubt) and that this story has not been usurped from another site.

***

I can’t say that in the next couple of weeks I didn’t give a great deal of serious thought as to whether I would ever take Jenna….ask her even, to come to one of Jerry’s “unique” little get-togethers. I think there was still enough of the “protective father syndrome” on active stand-by, to preclude that possibility, sinful and sleaze-ridden as my inner doppelganger might be. Sure, I pondered several hellishly wicked little scenarios that both Brianna and Larissa had bequeathed me, while in my mind’s eye substituting Jenna’s hot little body in the video-replays. But this was my eighteen-year old baby after all, I did have some pride left thank you very much.

What I didn’t have was anticipation!

Certainly Jerry hadn’t given up hope of my caving in to carnality, having rung every second or third night to enquire as to the status quo.

“But she’ll just love it,” he’d repeat, with parrot-like simplicity….. “And if only Kylie would go with her? pondering no doubt the wide-range repercussions of having sisters performing at the one venue. By Thursday he had given up hope I think, although he had me note down the latest host’s address “just in case!”

That night we had been watching some z-grade horror flick on cable and the heroine – I presume she was the heroine – everyone else was dead, raped or missing, was being tied up to a bed by some demented scumbag who looked like Danny DeVito on a bad day. I made some comment like “This is really off girls!” and Jenna looked at me real cheeky.

“Oh and I suppose you haven’t ever tied a girl up on a bed dad?”

I asked her what the hell she was talking about?

She said “Oh, nothing!”

“C’mon Jenna,” I insisted. “What in God’s name made you say that?”

That set Kylie off.

“We’re not completely dumb dad. Things do get about you know.”

I realised then she knew…..they BOTH knew!

“Well maybe I’m dumb,” I replied.. “Tell me what you’re both talking about.”

Kylie looked at Jenna, who giggled. “Dad, Jenna attends the same school as Brianna?? Ring any bells? Besides, I only left there a few months ago – I still keep in touch with the girls you know.”

I was dead meat.

“So she’s told you all about that day has she?” I asked warily, images of Brianna tied-up on that bed, burning the hell out of my retinas.

“Yeppo….all about it dad!” I started looking round desperately for a sword to fall on.

“All about it? You mean like….” Jenna this time, cut me off.

“Well maybe not every single detail dad, but we both know what goes on at those parties. Just can’t believe you went, that’s all!”

“Oh I can,” said Kylie giggling. I felt like spanking her. God, I always feel like spanking her!

No one spoke for a moment. Total Mexican freeze-off!

“OK girls,” I said eventually. “Guilty as charged. I throw myself on the mercy of the Court. You want me to leave home? Go to Church twice a week?”

“Don’t be silly dad,” said Kylie. “You don’t have to explain to us …..just tell us what really happened there, right??” She nudged Jenna, who giggled madly.

“No way,” I said, “C’mon…..”

“Well we know you did stuff with Brianna dad – she told us.” They both broke up. “She said you were really cool!” Jenna added. “Honestly dad…..doing it with a schoolgirl!”

Kylie was almost blushing. I wondered if Jenna caught her quick glance. If she did, she’d know everything. Maybe she already did.

“Well to be honest, everyone was doing it with schoolgirls, if you really want to know,” I said. I thought it prudent not to mention the accompanying mother factor.

They both wanted to know how many girls were there, and what kinda stuff happened. I sanitised it as well as I could – making it sound like an over-friendly sewing circle! Then I said the dumbest thing of the night. I told them none of the girls were forced into anything, and thinking of Larissa essentially, told them that “some just went to observe.”

“Would you take us to one then dad?” Jenna asked straight off the bat, Kylie backing her up to the hilt.

Game, set and match!

“Certainly not,” I said. “You don’t need to see stuff like that!”

“And you do?” muttered Kylie. I had that one coming.

“Please dad,” Jenna begged. “Just this once. We only want to see what its like? Go on!….pretty please?”

Oh God, they were that at that moment…pretty I mean.

“We won’t “do” anything dad,” said Kylie.

“Yeah?” I replied. “What if you both get so hot looking at what’s happening, you can’t help it?…watching Brianna for instance?”

“Well actually, she’s been saying to me all week “Get your dad to take you” and stuff like that.” Jenna added, cleverly avoiding the question.

I didn’t mention it to Jenna but I had no doubt Brianna wanted to get her there just to see her get fucked, and God help me, my escort fatih own thought processes were heading along similar channels…with both of them.

I couldn’t fail to realise either that as it happened, the party being that Saturday, was during a “safe” zone, their periods, as so often happens with sisters, having aligned themselves to the middle of the month. But what was I thinking? They would just be going to “observe” …right?

“I’ll do you a deal,” I said. “You can both go for just half an hour, then we come home OK?” They jacked up. “Forty-five minutes?” demanded Kylie, ever the negotiator.

I was happy with that. Not too much could threaten their safety in that time I assured myself. Talk about false prophets! Come Saturday and without any input from me, both girls donned very similar skirts, tops and shoes. Anyone would have picked them as twins. Jenna had already told Brianna they were going, so God knows who else knew by now. Looking at them sitting together in my rear view mirror and knowing what they were going to see, just about edged-out my sanity. We didn’t speak a word.

The house this time was way less salubrious than Windsor Hills but still large and sited on a well-tree’d double block not ten minutes away. As we swung in the driveway, Kylie said, “Hey, this is Louise Archer’s place,” like I should know who Louise Archer was.

Parking behind several other cars, I looked around to see if I recognised anyone from a fortnight earlier. I hadn’t even freed-up my seat belt when a hand thrust itself through my driver’s side window. I shook it.

“Well, you brought both of them huh?….that’s great.” It was Jerry. Michelle was with him and smiling at Jenna as she got out out of the car.

“They’re just here to observe Jerry,” I put in, “Nothing else, so don’t get any ideas.” He wasn’t even paying attention.

“Wow, you’re twins,” he exclaimed. “Let me guess, you’re Jenna?” he asked.

Kylie giggled. “Nope, I’m Kylie, this is Jenna!…..and we’re not twins, I’m nineteen, Jenna’s eighteen.” She flashed him the hottest smile.

Jerry shook her hand. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Kylie, you too Jenna, I hope you both have a great time.”

Like hell he did. I figured he was flush with ideas for them both already!

Michelle gave me a hug as I got out of the car, I could see the girls thinking, “Oh, dad must have done it with her too.” I just looked at them and mouthed the words “No, I didn’t.” I was looking around for Larissa but could not see her.

Brianna came running across the front yard and hugged Jenna, I held Kylie’s hand as we walked inside. Several other cars were arriving now.

The host was indeed Brad Archer and daughter Louise was flitting about behind him welcoming all her friends between chatting to Kylie. A pretty girl dressed in fetching hotpants and a somewhat skimpy top that scrunched-up would probably have fitted in the average shirt pocket. Many of the same people were there – we exchanged nods, although most eyes were on Kylie and Jenna and it was obvious several people were acknowledging to one another, “they must be twins.”

The young mother who had won pre-selection to the bedroom-games last time was there with her cute daughter. I wondered what the hell my girls would be thinking if and when they saw her with her hands up her daughter’s skirt again. Brittany and her father were there, I think she even had on that same tight outfit – must be her dad’s favorite.

The house itself, being way smaller than the previous “Bill Gates” styled edifice, was able to house the many guests (though fewer I would say than before) by virtue of the fact that three rooms in parallel….a lounge, dining-room and study by all accounts, had had their common walls knocked down, yielding an enormous L-shaped entertaining area. In many ways it was far more intimate than the Windsor Hills “ballroom.” The heavy drapes certainly precluded any concerns over ‘privacy.’

A convenient three-seater lounge sat empty along one wall nearby, so calling out to Jenna, the three of us monopolised it. The hosts had catered for around thirty guests it seemed, and thus chairs, sofas and lounges ruled supreme.

As before, it wasn’t exactly the case of someone using a starter’s pistol to kick-start proceedings. Mostly a lot of talking and chatting, girls, and fathers moving around the room to speak with acquaintances, several like myself just staying with their own daughter or daughters.

The girls sat either side of me looking very chaste and cute. Their skirts I noticed looking remarkably shorter in a seated position. Damn, I was having those thoughts again! Now and again one would incline her head to talk either with me or her sister. I also noticed several men looking our way.

“Gosh…isn’t that her mother?” said Jenna suddenly.

Towards the far end of the room Ms “Incredibly-well-preserved-for-thirty-odd” sat talking to a male friend whilst her hand was clearly way up inside the hem of her daughter’s skirt, caressing something of major interest as the girl was squirming escort istanbul around noticeably.

“Is she doing what I think she’s doing?” said Jenna breathlessly.

“Look, you both wanted to come,” I said, “I’m not responsible for either what goes on or what you see.” Both Kylie and Jenna’s eyes were as big as saucers.

At that moment, little Brianna sidled up to me. “Can I sit on your lap?” she asked.

“Sure” I said, patting a spot for her. I saw Kylie and Jenna exchange glances as she sat down. God, that felt awesomely pleasant I have to say. It also brought back feelings, images and desires from a fortnight earlier. Brianna pulled one of my arms around her waist affectionately. I almost blushed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered to Kylie. “She’s only sitting on me.”

“Oh, sure dad,” she laughed. “What would you say though if I went and sat on some other guy’s lap?”

“I’d say……right, lets go home kids!” I replied truthfully. “Anyway, you’re just here to watch..remember?”

She looked at me cheekily and wrinkled her little nose up. “Of course dad, that’s all!”

Brianna’s bottom was doing wonders for my procreational equipment, such that she turned to me mid conversation with Jenna and said, “Oh did I do that?” and giggled. I would lay twenty to one both Jenna and Kylie knew what she meant as they looked at each other knowingly. My arms now encircling her and holding her tightly, I was wanting to hold other things tightly, but was somewhat constrained by circumstance.

Many girls had moved around the room now and were either seated on men’s laps or between a husband and wife as it would appear. Of these, there were fewer than previously and for that, I was grateful.

Brittany’s father was clearly smitten with his daughter’s charms still as he had her sitting on his knee, arms round his neck while his hands smoothed their way over the full spectrum of the illegal territory on offer. From this distance she appeared to be bra-less as her nipples were seemingly trying their best to push through the confines of the tight material. Kissing her with extreme fervour, I watched as his hand lowered her left strap and all but exposed her breasts in totality. Brittany was giggling and encouraging him, Kylie and Jenna gasping!

I wondered if anyone had ever suffered cardiac arrest at one of these little turn-outs. I didn’t want to be the first.

“Well, are you going to kiss her dad?” Jenna asked suddenly.

“Jenna,” I replied, “I said you two can come and watch…..not watch ME. How embarrassing do you think that would be?”

“But dad,” Kylie said, “We don’t care…..do whatever you want, don’t mind us.”

As I turned to answer her, Brianna just raised her head and kissed me on the lips. I saw Jenna’s eyes widen. The effect of that kiss was to lower my inhibitions yet catalyse my intentions. I pulled her around so that she was facing me semi-kneeling, her legs straddling my lap. Given also the brevity of the skirt she had on, I had a full frontal view of her cute polka-dot panties. I heard a sharp intake of breath…it was Jenna, obviously with as good a view.

“Do you want us to leave you alone for a while dad?” asked Kylie, clearly concerned for my predicament. This left me in a quandary. Whilst the privacy would have been welcome, leaving them unguarded was anything but. I shook my head.

“It’s OK sweetie, just don’t be disappointed with me.” I replied, somewhat mystified as to why I had said that.

They looked equally puzzled.

Brianna meanwhile was hot…and getting hotter. I raised my hand and stroked her inner thighs which must have been just this side of Fahrenheit 451. Only a few inches higher up and beneath those cheery little polka dots, I knew “ground zero” must be awash with expectation.

Brianna’s light blue eyes were glazing slightly and I knew she needed to feel those most intimate of caresses. I lightly took hold of her breasts and very gently squeezed her nipples. Not sure whose gasps were the loudest, hers or my daughters’. Brianna wriggled under my touch and with my left hand I began to rub the front of her panties. This brought her to such urgency she made some very soft little moaning sounds.

What made me even hotter then was the fact that Jenna and Kylie suddenly had the need to hold hands as they watched Brianna’s reactions. I’m sure both must have been highly aroused themselves by the immediacy of it all. That supposition was proven correct seconds later as Kylie whispered into my ear. “You can fuck her dad, it’s OK.”

No-one but me heard those words but they were enough to tip it all over into hyperdrive. Pulling Brianna to me and using her lower body as cover I was able to extricate my erection which Brianna guided unerringly between her panties. Just a matter of encircling her bottom then and pulling her hard to me.

She cried out briefly as I entered her and clung to me as I reached maximum penetration. As if lending support, the two girls closed ranks around her, their own breasts now up close and personal.

“This escort bayan taksim is sooo hot dad,” said Jenna quietly.

Kylie of course knew what it felt like, she was re-living that moment we had shared eighteen months earlier and it was as if every gentle thrust I was making in Brianna was being played out back in my bedroom. I glanced at her and just whispered to her so softly “I love you Kylie.”

God knows what this must have looked like from the other guest’s viewpoint or indeed how many if any, were watching this little tableau. As I began to thrust upwards into Brianna, my arms went around both Kylie and Jenna and I held them to me as their locked hands in turn held Brianna tight against my chest. Her breasts were making direct contact with my shirt now and her beautiful head on my shoulder as I fucked her lovingly and really so slowly.

Best of all, I came while kissing her. No attention-grabbing dialog, not even a cry of unhinged sexual passion. Simply the most exhilarating orgasm and a need to hold on to her and watch the effect in her eyes of hot cum spurting deep within her. That is where the real pleasure lies, seeing…not doing. Brianna’s own orgasm took her obviously to the heights and much of this was understood and felt I think by both Jenna and Kylie. Having them there was an incredibly sharing and arousing experience, albeit one I could never have contemplated.

Trouble loomed…..big trouble. Brianna’s father, presumably a witness to the recent transfer of bodily fluids to his daughter, lobbed up from God knows where.

“Say, you’re looking really pretty today Jenna,” he said to her, then on seeing Kylie who had been partially hidden by Brianna herself sitting on my lap, added. “Whoa! Twins huh? How’m I gonna choose here?”

“No problem,” I suggested as Brianna dismounted smiling, smoothing her skirt down, “You won’t have to choose, neither are on the menu. Just observers today.”

He looked pissed. “Er, did I or did I not just see you performing some majorly sexual act with my daughter?”

“Your “willing” daughter,” I corrected. “House rules remember? No girl forced to do anything right?” Jenna and Kylie were enjoying this little exchange, I could tell.

“Fair enough,” he continued, “But who’s forcing them?” he turned to Jenna.

“C’mon sweetie, you know me…you’ve been over to our place for years, pretty much since pre-school when you first met Brianna. Just want to have some fun with you. Don’t have to go all the way if you don’t want to.”

“I said, she’s off-limits,” I reiterated, getting somewhat theatrical with my body language.

“Hang on dad,” said Jenna. “Don’t I have any say here?” I almost dropped my bundle.

“What?” I answered semi-conscious from shock. “Er, you’re still a virgin Jenna, or had you forgotten that bit? Besides, there’s only twenty five minutes left before we go.”

“Mr Gardner is OK dad,” she said, ” I trust him. He can’t force me to do anything. I’ll be fine!”

I was figuring she must want to have a bit of a touch-up up seeing what happened to Brianna. I supposed she had that coming at some stage anyway and besides might be better to happen here in semi-controlled circumstances than in the back seat of some scumbag’s car.

“Well maybe if Kylie goes with you then. That OK with you Warwick? Just twenty minutes mind, then we have to leave,”

“Sure,” said Gardner, “She can hold the rifle!”

The four of them ambled off towards the alcove at the far end of the “L” shaped lounge-room. My eyes were glued to their pert little receding bottoms.

My seeming “change of heart” was not purely selfless. I had just seen Larissa and her father walk in. Waving in her direction, I caught her eye, though at the risk of sounding terminally conceited, I had a sneaking suspicion she was looking around for me. She literally ran over, leaving her dad way behind.

“I missed you so much,” she said throwing her arms around my neck and giving me the most intimate of hugs. The lip action wasn’t that bad either! Goddamn! I completely forgot about my two daughter’s on the spot.

I sat back down on the lounge with Larissa perched now beside me, holding my hand and telling me all about her week at school and various other intimate little details. George finally made it over, shook my hand and sat down beside his daughter.

“Few new girls here by the look of it,” he muttered, ” Really hot pair of twins I saw over the other side.” He indicated a group near the television.

Following his gaze I said, “Er yeah, well actually, those are my daughters….and they’re not twins.”

“Oh,” said Larissa, “You did bring them? Where are they?”

I pointed them out. Jenna was sitting beside Warwick Gardner, Brianna alongside and Kylie in a chair opposite them. Nothing untoward appeared to be happening.

“They’re very pretty,” she said, as I took-in her own beautifully presented femininity. In a one-piece dress this time, the top was quite low cut with just a hint of dark blue bra, beneath which curves hot enough to warm Hell itself, were patently visible. What I felt as I looked at her was anything but lust, more a growing sadness that I could never shed the thirty odd years between us, because she was I knew, that which I had been looking for all my life. I had thought about her for two weeks.

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Glen told Janet he was going to hire someone to finish the project in front of the deck, the wall he was building. He didn’t have time, and knew of a young guy who needed the work and was said to be reliable. He didn’t tell her that the guy was just 20 or 21, and a friend had recommended him, but neither one of them knew he had seduced some of the wives of the men he worked for.

They lived on a couple of acres, near town, close enough to neighbors so that they could call for help if needed, but remote enough so that they could walk on the deck naked without being seen, or at worst, just from the waist up. And from the waist up Janet was delicious — from the waist down, too for that matter.

The day the new gardener was due Glen told his wife she’d have to take care of him because he had to go into town for a couple of meetings. The boy listened to what Glen told him carefully, then Glen went into the house to tell Janet he was leaving, and make sure to watch the gardener, kissed her goodbye, got into the car and drove off.

Janet was a very attractive, some said beautiful, redhead. Nice slim figure with smallish but well shaped breasts, a nicely rounded bottom, and finally beautiful long legs. In fact their next door neighbor thought so much of her that he’d come over once in a while to fuck her, which she enjoyed too. Janet liked a good fuck, and Ron was good!

After the boy had been working for half an hour or so, Janet went out and sat on the deck. The deck was above the wall that the gardener was working on, and situated so that the table where Janet was sitting was in full view, and she sat there in her jeans reading a magazine. The young gardener was a good looking kid, muscular and tanned from working in the sun, and when he took his shirt off because it was getting hot, Janet’s mouth started to water. She’d like to get to know him better!

Glen told her his name was Chris, so she leaned over the deck rail, giving Chris a good look down the front of her blouse, and asked him if he wasn’t thirsty. He said yes a glass of water would be nice, so she went in got him a glass of ice water, and while she was there changed from her jeans to a skirt and a blouse that you could see through, and was especially nice because she didn’t wear a bra.

She offered him the water, and after drinking it Chris stared at her sitting there for a couple of minutes, then went back to work. She waited for him to look again, this time looking directly at her legs, then crossed them again in an exaggerated way so that he might see something, but might not. This was fun, she thought, and looking at his chest and biceps sweating in the sun said to herself, “Nice bod!”

Then she got up, went into the house, got a couple of bottles of beer and came out, and sat down again, this time legs apart. Legs far enough apart so that he might be able to see all the way up her skirt, then when he looked up she spread a little more, surely he could see her panties now, but he carefully looked into her eyes when she said “You look so hot, would you like a beer?”

Again he looked into her eyes, when he replied “That would be real cool!”

And walked up the steps to the table.

“Sit down.” Janet told him, patting the bench beside her. ‘You poor boy, my husband shouldn’t make you work in this heat.”

“Oh, I don’t mind, it’s good to work in the heat sariyer escort with your shirt off.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, then, “Where’s your husband gone?”

“He’s gone to his office, he’ll be gone for at least four hours.” She smiled. “You look nice with your shirt off, does it help you cool off?”

“It feels good.” He replied.

He finished his beer and went back to work. This was getting us nowhere, thought Janet, so she went back into the house for two more beers, took her panties off, and came back out and sat down. As she watched him working and sweating she slowly spread her legs. He glanced up, then away.

“I have another beer for you, come up and sit with me and enjoy it.”

He looked up, this time his eyes were on her crotch “Okay, but I’ve got a lot of this wall still to do.” He answered as he climbed the steps.

“It’s just too damned hot for manual labor” she said as he sat down. “Now isn’t that better?” And drank some beer. He drank a big slug, then replied,

“Yeah, some. What do you do to keep cool?”

She laughed. “I take my panties off.”

He turned to look at her, and she kissed him full on the mouth. Their mouths met, then his tongue slid between her lips and into her mouth. As their mouths locked together, tongues meeting, swallowing each others saliva, his hand strayed to her knee.

He pulled back. “You’ve got lovely legs.”

“I thought you’d never notice.” She said. “Do you think I have nice breasts too?”

She started to undo her blouse, as he watched, then he reached out and cupped one of her well shaped tits in his hand. He leaned forward and kissed the nipple and she gasped.

“Oh, so nice. Don’t stop.”

But he went on, now with her nipple in his mouth, sucking, then nibbling on it.

Janet gasped. “Oh God that feels good.” And her hand reached out to touch his shorts, where his cock was now hardening.

“Yes, you have beautiful tits too.” He said as he leaned back. He kissed her again, now rolling her nipple between his fingers just hard enough to be almost painful. His kisses were driving her crazy, and she felt a paralytic warmth rising from between her legs. She moved her legs apart some more, aching to have him touch her. She put her hand up the leg of his shorts. His hard cock was nice and big, and she wanted it badly.

His hand was on her knee again, and as they kissed slid up to her soft thigh, then to her fuzzy pubic hair, finally finding her slit. His fingers roughly opened her vulva and as her legs spread wider, first one, then two, finally three fingers pushed through her moist labia. This was what she needed, something in her.

Suddenly they realized that someone was driving up the driveway. Janet involuntarily closed her legs, but he left his hand under her skirt. She pulled her blouse closed with her hand. It was the mailman with a package and he stopped near the deck.

“Package for you ma’am.” The mailman called as he started to get out of the car. “What was this?” He wondered. Her and this kid sitting together, and he could see the kid’s hand was up her skirt.

He’d caught her a couple of times doing funny things, once he’d driven up and she was lying face down on the deck, naked. She had earphones on and evidently hadn’t heard him. He’d stood there several minutes admiring what he could eskort she of tits, and looking at the crack between her legs which were slightly open. He’d knocked on the deck railing, and she’d rolled over, taken the earphones off, smiled at him and told him to leave the package by the front door. She’d given him a view of everything and he’d stood there a couple of minutes, then numbly walked up the steps to the front door. As he went back down to the car he looked over at her, and he’d hesitated again as she smiled and said, “Thank you.”

Her knee was up and he stood for a moment admiring her lovely breasts, and then looked at her pubic hair through which he could see the pinkness of her inviting cunt, and she didn’t move, just smiled at him. Then he turned and continued to the car with his cock starting to swell in his pants. He drove on up the hill opposite, found a secluded spot, took out his hard dripping cock and jacked off. That felt good.

But what was this? She wasn’t smiling now, but seemed nervous. Finally the kid said to put the package by the front door, but didn’t move his hand from under her skirt. He drove away, and knowing that the kid was about to fuck her, found his secluded spot and jacked off again. This could be habit forming.

After the mailman left Chris turned to Janet again and there lips met, and they kissed again long and hard while he worked his fingers deep into her, and she spread her legs to let him feel her while her skirt rode up over her thighs. As his hand went deeper into her he thought “This bitch has a big cunt.” And shoved more of his hand in. He pulled his head back,

“Doesn’t this hurt?”

“No.” she said “I love it.” Then started to get up, and Chris did too.

“Wait, wait.” She said as she stood up and turning, leaned face down on the table, and said:

“Now give it to me all the way!”

“No rubber?” He asked incredulous.

“No rubber! Just fuck me!”

He lifted her skirt and flipped it over her back. Then stood for a moment looking at her cunt, so red and open from his hand, then, unzipping his shorts, he took out his cock, and in one hard thrust, he rammed it home.

“Oh God yes!” She cried out, as she clamped down on his cock with her strong internal muscles.

She gripped the edges of the table as bang, bang he went shoving it deep into her with each stroke, and he marveled at how tight she had become. She moaned and groaned, cried out as each thrust increased her pleasure. She had one quick orgasm. This rough sex is what she liked, as on and on he went, and she felt his balls slapping against her vulva. She could lay there on the table and take this forever, she thought.

“Harder! Harder!” She urged him as another orgasm swept through her body, but this was too much for him, and he started to shoot into her hot vagina.

She thought she could feel him shooting into her. Thought she could feel a hot stream hitting her cervix, but it didn’t matter, they were both done. He was lying on top of her in the hot sun and for both of them this moment of relaxation was wonderful, and he felt her intermittently grab his cock with her vaginal muscles. This was heaven!

He lay on top of her for a few more minutes, then slowly pulled out.

“You’d better get back to work.” Janet said, “I’ll just relax here for a few minutes.” And she lay face down on top beyoglu escort of the picnic table, the hot sun beating down on her bare buttocks, while Chris wiped his cock off with his handkerchief. He could see his sperm leaking out of her gaping vagina and dripping on to the deck, and he stood looking at it, watching it drip slowly, then he went back down the steps to work.

After half an hour Chris realized she must have fallen asleep, so he went up the steps on to the deck to wake her up, and as he saw her moist vulva his cock was instantly hard. He unzipped, pulled it out, and slid it into her again, as she stirred, moved her ass and murmured

“Oooh,… that.. is.. so.. nice.”

Again he was banging away at her vagina, sloppy now from the first load he’d deposited there. She was awake now, wide awake, loving every minute of the big cock reaming her hot cunt. She loved just the fucking, just the feel of him going in and out, in and out of her. She didn’t feel as if she would have an orgasm, didn’t need one, this was enough, until suddenly, after what seemed forever, she felt it rising inside her. She felt a huge orgasm starting in her crotch, in her cunt, and spreading throughout her body, it was almost painful. Chris felt it too, as her muscles again tightened on his cock, and he started to squirt his juice into her.

For Chris it was over in a few hard thrusts, but Janet continued to feel the heat and didn’t want to let him go, and they both enjoyed the grasp she had on him. Finally, after forever, she started to relax, and Chris slid out of her red, wet hole. He wiped himself off and went back to work, knowing he’d have to work through lunch to get finished.

Janet relaxed her grip on the edge of the table, and slowly got up and went into the house in a daze, went back and got the beer bottles, then to the bathroom to clean herself up. She wanted more of that, you couldn’t get too much, as far as she was concerned, but Glen would be home soon.

It was only a few minutes later that she heard his car on the driveway. Should she change? No she’d stay in her skirt and…….She laughed to herself.

Glen came in the front door and stopped when he saw her standing in front of him in a skirt.

“That’s a nice surprise.”

“I couldn’t wait for you to get home to surprise you.” Said Janet.

He put his briefcase down and took her in his arms. She closed her eyes as he kissed her, then opened her blouse and took her breast in her hand.

“Did you miss me?” He asked. Looking into her eyes.

“You know I did.” She smiled, although inside she was laughing. Miss him? You bet!

His hand was up her skirt.

“No panties?” He was startled.

“No panties.” She echoed.

“And you’re so wet. We’d better do something about this.” As he steered back to the bedroom. “If only you knew why I was so wet. I hope it’s not too sloppy.” She chuckled to herself.

But Glen didn’t care, he pushed her back on the bed, pushed back her skirt, and buried his face between her legs, which she spread wide for him. He opened her red lips with his fingers and tasted the juices dripping out of her with his tongue. He thought she tasted different, sweaty and slightly nasty, but thought it must just be the heat of the day.

Getting up he pulled off his pants and shorts and threw them on a heap on the floor, then, lifting her legs over his shoulders, plunged his cock in her. He loved the slop, not realizing that it was Chris’s slop, he thought she was very wet just for him and proceeded to fuck her hard. Janet loved it, loved the joke, and loved the fucking.

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