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My Indian Slut WifedeleteddeleteddeleteddeletedMy wife and I discuss her taking on other lovers …My mother-in-law was visiting us for the evening. She lived nearby, not too far from where we had purchased our house some time ago. In fact, one of the factors that made us purchase this house was its proximity to Poonam.Poonam Sharma, my mother-in-law, was a fifty plus year old Indian lady, widowed just prior to our marriage. She lived by herself, and Vidya dropped in at her place almost daily or every other day in the morning, right after I left for work. Vidya would spend some time with Poonam, before heading to the gym. Sometimes my mother-in-law would also join her using Vidya’s guest pass.It wasn’t that Poonam really needed to join the gym – unlike other older Indian ladies she had managed to keep herself in decent shape. Just like Vidya, she always used to watch what she ate (not easy with the lavish use of ghee in many of our Indian dishes!), and even at her age she would regularly go for a run early morning in the neighborhood. Yes, her big boobs were now starting to sag, and there were some slight wrinkles on her face, and her hair wasn’t completely black any more, but Poonam still looked at least ten to fifteen years younger than other women her age. I was very proud of my mother-in-law.Her daughter Vidya, my wife, had inherited Poonam’s good looks and her healthy habits. Like her mother, Vidya kept herself quite fit and athletic as well, despite marriage. Vidya often used to tell me that her mother was her inspiration.We had all just finished our evening tea, and were sitting in the living room.“Mama! Look at your butt!” Vidya suddenly told Poonam, after she reached for the samosa plate again. “It’s bulging!”“It’s not!” Poonam indignantly stood up and turned around to look over her back. “I have a nice butt.”“No, mama!” Vidya shook her head dismissively. “You need to hit the gym again. You don’t want to let yourself go, like my dear fatty here.”Vidya giggled as she poked me in my tummy. I could only grin meekly.“Ok, honey, guilty as charged!” I laughed nervously, patting the slight pudge around my waist.“C’mon, jamai babu!” Poonam turned to me. “You are only slightly healthy.”“Jamai babu” is what Indian mothers-in-law often called their sons-in-law out of respect.Poonam then stood up, and turned around so her back was to me, and bent over. She then turned her neck slightly and asked, “Do you think I have a big butt, jamai babu?”I nearly chocked on my samosa. I blushed bright red as I looked at my mother-in-law bent over, her butt right in front of my face, and then at my wife, Vidya, who had a naughty smile on her lips.“Oh, mama, you are embarrassing Rajesh.” Standing up, Vidya came close to her mother, and gave her mother’s butts a squeeze. “That’s a lot of meat, mama. You are joining me in the gym tomorrow.”“Well, OK, dear, if you want an old woman with you.” Poonam replied, as Vidya continued to squeeze her butt cheeks. “I would slow you down at the gym.”“You are no old woman, mama.” Vidya made Poonam stand up straight, hugged her and gave her a quick kiss on her cheeks.SMOOCH!SMOOCH!Then Vidya turned back to me. Poonam giggled and once again bent over, jiggling her butt in front my face. Vidya laughed.“Well, dear husband, you didn’t answer mama’s question. Does she have a big butt?”As she said this, Vidya raised her hand. Poonam was still bent over, her butt thrust out at me. Vidya brought her hand down sharply.SMACK!My wife spanked her mother’s butt playfully. “What do you think, hubby?”SMACK!“Mummy …” I managed to croak. “You look quite fit … to me.”“No … but what about her butt?”SMACK!“Um … darling … her butt … looks quite good.”“Why thank you, jamai babu.” Poonam wriggled her butt playfully before standing up straight. Vidya winked at her and nudged at me. I was now trying to discreetly place a cushion over my pants, trying to hide the bulge of my raging boner.“Alright, beti.” Poonam laughed at my blushing face as she took her seat back. She then turned to her daughter. “I will join the gym, but on one condition. You will find me a handsome fitness instructor there.”Vidya laughed. “OK mama. Done! You can have mine if you want.”Vidya sat down beside me and wrapped her arms around my neck. After kissing me on the lips, Vidya then swiftly snatched the cushion away from my hands, exposing the rising hump in my pants to all.“Did mama’s butt make you all excited, dear?” She asked, giving me a kiss on my cheek.“Um …”Both mother and daughter laughed as I blushed with acute embarrassment.My mother-in-law Poonam’s relationship with her daughter (and my wife) Vidya was different than the ones she had with all of her other c***dren. None of her other daughters, for example, would have grabbed their mother’s butt, let alone have the audacity to spank it. Vidya alone had the sass to nudge and wink at her at my futile attempt to hide a boner. Poonam and Vidya were less mother and daughter, and more of friends and sisters. I also felt Poonam was also less inhibited with Vidya when it came to physical touching.Two days ago it had been us who were visiting her, and after dinner we were watching some TV.“Vidya,” Poonam suddenly told her, turning around to face her. “I think I am beginning to sag. I wanted you to take a look.”“Sure, mama.” Vidya responded, as if it was no big deal. “Let me see. Please stand up, and go over there by the mirror.”“Yes, beti.”Vidya then turned to me.“Darling, would you please stand up and go by the door?”“Yes, dear.”I obediently stood up.“Good,” Vidya smiled at me, before issuing her order, “Now please turn around so your back is to us, dear.”“Yes, darling.”I slowly made my way out of the room.“I am always amazed as to how obedient my jamai babu is, Vidya.” I heard Poonam tell her daughter. “Unlike other Indian men who might be chauvinistic or have an ego when it came to listening to their wives, Rajesh humbly does whatever you ask of him.”“Yes, mama.” Vidya replied. She was probably smiling triumphantly at her mother’s characterization of me as obedient. “Rajesh simply adores me.”I now stood near the door, my back to the women, awaiting further instructions.“No peeking, OK, dear?” Vidya yelled at me. “I am going to check up on mama’s boobies.”“Umm…” I was quite hot under my collar. “Yes, dear.”I just realized there was another mirror in the hallway. It was positioned just in the right place so I could actually see, if I turned my face slightly, what was happening inside the room.Vidya came up close to her mother and stood across her. She raised her hands and gently cupped Poonam’s breasts.“Hmm.” Vidya mused aloud. She squeezed her mother’s right breast, and then the left.“They appear firm, mama.” Vidya gently pinched the tip of Poonam’s right nipple, and then the left. “Do you want me to take a closer look?”“Would you, dear?” My mother-in-law asked her. “I was wondering if I should change my bra size or get a different type of bra for support.”“Sure, mama.” Vidya started to unbutton her mother’s blouse.“No peeking, husband!” She suddenly called out, even though I hadn’t moved. “I am taking off mama’s blouse!”“Er … of course, dear! Yes, dear.”I wondered if they knew I could see it all. I was now quite hard, and started to gently rub myself over my pants.Once Poonam’s blouse was bahis firmaları unbuttoned, she raised her arms and Vidya took off the blouse. Then Vidya went around her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor and my mother-in-law’s boobs fell free.Sex stories: Mother must decide what’s best for her sonI had to practice the utmost self control to not start ejaculating right there. My mother-in-law had massive breasts, with big areoles and nipples to match. It was clear where Vidya got her genes from. Wow!“Ah, I forgot how big your breasts are, mama!” Vidya exclaimed.“You have big ones yourself, beti!” Poonam replied, smiling. “And all the problems of big breasts along with it!”Vidya cupped her mother’s bare naked right breast and started to grope her.“I don’t know, mama.” She bit her lip as she kneaded Poonam’s breasts. “My boobs have always made me a favourite of the guys, you know!”“Yeah well.” Poonam’s body gently swayed as her daughter pressed her puppies. “Try jogging with these. You are a young woman! I can’t find a sports bra for me and can’t exactly wear a tank top when I go jogging, and they bounce around all the time!”“Sometimes I have trouble sleeping.” Vidya confessed, as she switched her attention to Poonam’s left boob. “But then I get your jamai babu to suck on them and I sleep fine!”Both the ladies laughed. Vidya then stood back.“No, mama. You are not sagging.” She declared. “And no lumps either, you’ll be glad to know.”“Thanks, beti!” Poonam bent down and started to put on her bra again. “It’s a relief.”“Speaking of relief …” Vidya giggled. “I’d better go and give my husband some!”Such was the open relation Poonam had with Vidya. It just evolved into that type of mother-daughter bond. I had once asked Vidya how she was so free with Poonam.“It must be due to the first time she caught me,” Vidya had answered after some thinking, “When I was in high school, I was fooling around with the neighbour’s son in my room. Rather than beat me or punish me, my mother sat down with me, and taught her all about sex, and safety.”“Really?” I was surprised. “That was mighty progressive of her!”“Yup!” Vidya replied. “She always told me, ‘Be safe! Don’t let the boys do what they want; rather you be in charge.’ And I have always followed that.”“You have a personal fitness instructor? A man?” Poonam asked, bringing my thoughts back to the present. “And jamai babu doesn’t mind?”“Ah, Rajesh.” Vidya threw her head back and laughed. She then embraced me and gave me a passionate kiss, with her tongue going down my throat.I just sat there, letting Vidya have her way with me. Her hands slightly caressed me down there, even as she pressed her lips against mine. My mother-in-law watched, amused.“My husband loves me.” Vidya told her mother, grinning, after finishing the kiss. I had by now given up all attempts to decently hide my erection. “He doesn’t mind another man being with me, as long as I tell him, hehe.”Once again mother and daughter had a good laugh.“Oh jamai babu.” Poonam grinned at me. “You are unlike all Indian men. Vidya is lucky to have found someone like you.”“No, mummy.” I looked adoringly at my beautiful wife. “I am lucky to have found someone like your daughter.”Later that night, I got into bed. I was completely naked, while Vidya was in a two piece lingerie. I started by kissing Vidya’s toes.“OOOH yes.” Vidya murmered. “Do that. Suck on my toes, darling.”I nibbled each of her toes, before licking the bottom of my feet. Vidya then turned over so she was lying on her belly.“Kiss my bum, Rajesh.”“Yes, dear.”“Kiss it good, honey. I am your mistress and you should want to please me.”“Yes, dear.”Vidya’s bottoms left nothing to the imagination – the thin g-string panty exposing her round fleshy bums. I pressed my mouth to her ass and placed lots of gentle kisses on her ample behind. I made sure to suck on her big booty, placing my lips on the flesh of her rear and smooching for all I was worth. I slid my tongue down her rectum and made her rear canal all wet. Vidya loved it when I abased myself like that.“Spank me, darling.” She suddenly commanded.I raised my hand and spanked her buttocks. Her flesh shook like jelly as I hit her, gently, again and again.“OOOH YES.” Vidya then turned around and smiled.“You spank me so gently. My other lovers used to spank me hard, and rough.”“Yes, dear.”“Now come here, sweetie!”We were cuddling and kissing. Vidya kissed me quite passionately, her hands moving down to my manhood. I was quite hard, and close to my edge.“Darling.” Vidya suddenly told me. “I feel I owe you an apology.”“An apology?” I looked at her, puzzled. “What for?”“This evening. You know. When I told mama that you wouldn’t mind me with my gym instructor if I told you about it.”“Oh that!” I tried to laugh it off. “What’s that to apologize for?”“No.” Vidya shook her head. “You are my husband and you deserve respect from me. I should be more discreet about my affair.”Oh yes, The Affair.It’s been almost five months since my darling wife’s torrid affair with Ramu the milkman had ended. Ramu, the tall, dark, well built, low class labourer who had his long pecker buried deep into my fair, gori wife Vidya on an almost daily basis for months.Ramu had to go back to his village for some emergency, and although he promised to come back, Vidya hadn’t heard anything back from him since. I am sure she missed him – and his huge cock – but our marital life has since gone back to normal. I mean, for a change, I wasn’t the other man in my own marriage any more.Even though it had been my idea for her to have an affair, I had been worried that Ramu was stretching my wife’s cunt beyond repair. After the affair had ended, I fretted about whether I could truly satisfy my wife. It turns out I needn’t have worried.Vidya was once more playing the role of my perfect gorgeous trophy wife. She would get up early every morning to make me breakfast, and give me a good, wet, sloppy kiss before I left for work. She would be rubbing my groin all the time as we kissed on the doorstep, giving me a terrific hard-on that would remind me of her the whole day. Once she had reached the gym, in between breaks of her workout, Vidya would go to the bathroom and take pictures of her buttocks clothed in tight spandex and send them to me via Snapchat, just to titillate me. I knew for sure what all the other guys working out in the gym must be ogling at when Vidya was working out – her big buttocks!After Vidya was done, she would return home and later in the day, start making dinner just in time for me to come home and enjoy. And later at night, depending on Vidya’s mood, we would have sex.Of course when I say we have sex, it’s mostly me carrying out Vidya’s orders to satisfy her as she wished, and in the end Vidya allowing me to cum (sometimes inside her). I didn’t mind of course, I loved to obey and serve my goddess Vidya as she wanted me to. I mean, one has to only look at her! I was the envy of all of my friends, and I am sure behind our back their wives would question how I managed to land a bombshell like Vidya. My wife was tall by Indian standards; she was 5’8¨ and kept in very good shape. Her gorgeous curves emphasized her humongous breasts, which she made no effort to hide (thank goodness!).With her wide hips, and what was once described kaçak iddaa by my former boss Gaurav as a “very spankable ass”, Vidya could give any guy an instant hard on. She was a sex goddess, and she was my wife. Why wouldn’t I be just happy to be with her, sharing the same bed as her, licking her foot, sucking her gaand (ass) or depositing my cum into her?Sex stories: Making my prudish wife the group slutIt helped that I knew my place. I wasn’t really well built, and I had a very small penis. Vidya had laughed on our wedding night when she had pulled down my underwear. She wrapped her hands around my penis and her hands completely engulfed my manhood – and then she burst out laughing.“I am sorry, darling, I…” She was apologizing in the midst of her laughter. I was croaking as Vidya examined my flaccid cock and continued to say, “I am sorry, darling.”“No, I am sorry.” I told her. “I know I don’t have a large penis, and I know I can never measure up to your standards, so I am sorry.”“Oh, no, don’t be, darling.” Vidya had placed a hand on her mouth to muffle her laughter. “I am sorry I shouldn’t have laughed. But don’t worry; I knew exactly what I was getting into. I always figured you had a very small penis.”We had dated for some time before marriage, but Vidya never allowed me to have sex with her. As she told me, she was ‘saving me for marriage’. I was a virgin, and she wanted to take my virginity on our marriage night. I of course was under no illusion; I knew she had been a promiscuous lady. When we made our wedding list, Vidya pointed out the names of various men on her side of the list and told me so-and-so had butt fucked her, and so-and-so had taken her pussy, and there was also a list of men who had gotten a blowjob from her. It made me deeply aroused, and emasculated, to know that many of the guests at my wedding had managed to penetrate my wife and I hadn’t yet.After our marriage Vidya then proceeded to train me in sexually satisfying her.It took some time of course. I am ashamed to admit I didn’t last long on our marriage night. Who could, with a woman like Vidya rubbing her dainty finger nails across your scrotum? Just to see her walk from the bathroom to our bed was enough to make me cum. Vidya’s swinging buttocks as she sashayed like a model could leave any man breathless. She did not hide the fact that my penis was small – she called it “small, cute, and functional”. And so gradually she instituted a few ground rules for the bedroom; rules that I was only too happy to follow, since it gave her pleasure, and giving her gratification allowed me to have pleasure.I knew I could never give her full satisfaction with my small appendage, so I learned how to finger her and lick her to orgasms, and how simple things, like kissing her toes, or presenting my cheeks to be slapped, or even following her Clothed Female Naked Male rule (which stated that once we retired for the night to bed I was to completely strip, and Vidya would remain clothed as she wished) gave her delight.Thus, depending on Vidya’s mood, I would be naked, kissing the bottom of her feet, and then slurping her asshole, before flicking my tongue at her crotch. Other times she would then have me finger fuck her to an orgasm, and then I would present my bum to her. A few smacks, before she would tell me to turn around. She would then proceed to slap my face.Slapping me gave her a lot of joy. At first I had flinched at her slaps, but now I have gotten used to it. She would slap me until my cheeks were bright red and she would feel another orgasm coming. After that, she would hold me by the ears and pull them tight, and then tell me to climb onto her. Fully wet, her vagina would then be easy to slide into as she would then tell me to cum. I would cum quickly following all of this, emptying my seed into her, before thanking her and kissing her for a very enjoyable time. She would laugh every time I thanked her for sex. It was now an unwritten rule in our life that I would have to thank her every time she allowed me to cum. After all of this, cuddling together, we would then spoon and go to sleep.So I am one husband who is not ashamed to say I have no problems with letting my wife Vidya be the boss in our marriage – I was just glad to be along for the ride. I just couldn’t believe a guy like me was having a gorgeous sex goddess like her all to myself to enjoy.Well, not all to myself, if I have to be completely truthful.When we married, Vidya had no intention of straying. As she put it, her slutty days were over, and she wanted a marriage on her terms – where I would provide for her, serve her, obey her and in return she would be the virtuous Indian wife of my wettest dreams. Fate, we later realized, had other ideas. Some women are born not to be ever caged.Of course, and I am embarrassed to admit it, there were some good moments about her affair with Ramu. It’s not easy to be a man and admit that your gori (fair) wife being fucked by the dark, lowly labour class milkman gives you the thrills, but the fact that Vidya was being regularly pounded by a man with a much bigger cock than mine, a man who could last several times longer than me, and whose recuperative powers were phenomenal had its benefits.For one, Vidya was in a very good mood the whole time she was having the affair. I guess that having a cock that went deep into one`s pussy for a change can put any woman in a good mood.Second, whenever Vidya was getting pounded by Ramu, she would taunt me and my manhood, much to Ramu’s pleasure. Afterwards when I would return from work, she would recount the day’s action to me, while slapping me as a punishment for being a willing cuckold. Then she would give me a mind blowing sex with her as a reward for letting Ramu hump her. Never once did she say no to me for sex during the affair. I guess she felt some pity for me, and even though all I was getting was scraps of pity sex, I was grateful for that.Of course even as she would spread her legs for me, and I would wiggle my tiny penis around inside of her, I knew she could feel the difference between my little weenie and a real baby maker like Ramu’s. Still, I was just glad she was allowing me to deposit my cum in her at all, even as she had access to a monster cock.Later on, as I would lie in bed, my balls completely drained, Vidya would snuggle, give me a deep kiss and tell me that I was the best husband in the world. It would make my day just to hear her say that.That had been five months ago, and our life had gone back, as I said, to some semblance of normal. For a change, I was the only one enjoying my wife in bed. Yes, sometimes Vidya did take Ramu’s name during sex, and at other times she confessed sometimes when the doorbell would ring she would hope it was Ramu, but overall she was content to just be my wife and a one-man-woman for a change.“I am sure your mother thought you were only joking.” I told Vidya, in response to her apology. “She’s not going to think you actually have affairs and I am cool with it.”“Only one affair.” Vidya corrected me. “You talk sometimes as if I was part of a gangbang.”“I am sorry darling. I didn’t mean it that way.” I apologized immediately, tactfully neglecting the fact that Vidya had also slept with my boss Gaurav.“And remember,” Vidya reminded me, somewhat kaçak bahis angrily. “It was you … my own husband … who thought it would be cool to see another man fuck his wife.”“I am sorry, darling. I swear I didn’t mean it that way.”“Yes …” Vidya was seemingly lost in thought, before she shook her head again. “Nevertheless, I shouldn’t have said it. I don’t want my mother to think you are some sort of na-mard, or a cuckold.”Sex stories: My Indian Slut Wife: Indian wife has sex with boss to save husband from trouble“It’s OK, darling.” I told her. Vidya’s mood changed immediately. She beamed, and gave me a wet kiss.After sometime, as we hugged, I asked her, “Do you miss Ramu, darling?”“Hmm.” Vidya gently stroked my dick. “Do you want me to tell the truth, darling, or pump your ego?”We both laughed. Vidya wrapped her hands around my penis.“Such a cute penis you have, dear.” She giggled. “Look! It’s almost as big as my pinkie. Are you hard, honey?”“Er … almost.” I admitted.“Hmm.” Vidya chuckled. “Sometimes I can’t tell.”I noticed that Vidya hadn’t answered my question on whether she missed Ramu.“Darling.” I asked her another question. “Do I satisfy you?”Vidya stopped stroking me and looked at me, surprised.“What sort of question is that?”“No, I mean it.” I told her with all urgency. “Do I satisfy you? Is our sex life pleasurable for you?”“Darling … I …” Vidya started to say something, but then stopped. “Why are you asking me all of this now, sweetie?”“Well …” I didn’t know what had suddenly come into me, but I wanted to get something off my chest. “Sometimes when we are having sex, I do feel I am not enough for you, darling. Do you actually enjoy our sex?”Vidya was silent for a few moments.“Yes.” She replied. “I do enjoy our sex, darling. It’s … different from my other lovers, for sure, but I do get pleasure out of you, dear husband.”“Oh.” I was happy to hear that. “Then you don’t miss Ramu, do you?”Once again, Vidya was silent for some time.“I do miss him.” She admitted. “You are not exactly big, my dear husband. So I miss my lover. But … only sometimes.”“But …” I pointed out to her, “You did say you enjoyed sex with me.”“Yes,” Vidya sighed, perhaps getting tired of my questions. “I do. I enjoy sex with you. But … I enjoyed the sex with Ramu more. Size does matter, darling, at least for me.”I gulped. I had something to say to her. It’s been something that had been on my mind for the last month or so.“Vidya.” I told her. “I am so sorry I am not able to completely satisfy you in bed.”“But honey …” My wife started to say something but I cut her off.“I am really sorry you don’t get from me what you really need. If you want to have another affair …” I trailed off.Vidya was silent for a while. Then she leaned in and kissed me. It was a deep kiss, her lips locking on mine, her tongue probing deep into my throat. Her hands swiftly stroked my turgid manhood.SMOOCH!Her kiss was long and sensuous.“Are you sure, honey,” Vidya said, “You want me getting fucked by other guys on a regular basis? Their big dicks deep inside me, or in my mouth, cumming all over my body, or in my pussy if I let them? And then me coming home to you smelling of sex with my pussy all stretched out and giving you sloppy seconds?”“I love you honey.” I told her truthfully. “If you really need a bigger dick from time to time, I will understand, honey. As long as you … you still cherish and respect me, honey.”SMOOCH!“Oh, darling! I do, I do! I remember when it was with Ramu, I felt so grateful to you for being secure enough in our love and sharing me with another man.”“Thank you darling.”SMOOCH!“We are special.” Vidya told me. “Not like other couples who live by boring rules. But yes, you are a cuckold.”I couldn’t hold it any more. I started to cum. My dick jerked and twitched as it spurted out cum onto her hands, my legs and the bed.Vidya said nothing, but continued to kiss me, and stroke me with her hand, until my dick became flaccid.“Oh babydoll.” She gushed, smiling. “Just the mere thought of another man humping your slutty wife’s pie hole has made you cum this time! This must be a new record.”I said nothing, embarrassed.“Don’t worry, darling. I love you.” Vidya continued to rub me, her hand sticky with my cum. “I will tell you something. I am not interested in other men. No, really! I love you! An affair is nice and all, but you take care of me so well, Rajesh.”I looked at her. I had tears in my eyes.“Thank you, Vidya. I really appreciate it.”We both kissed for some time. Vidya gently kneaded my balls. It was clear that she was trying to get me hard again.“Of course …” Now Vidya started to say something. “Do you really want me to have an affair, sweetie?”“I …” I bit my lip. “I love you, Vidya, I want you to be happy in our marriage.”“Even if I find pleasure in the arms of another lover?”“I …” I knew what I had to say was hard. “If you are happy and you still love me, then yes.”Vidya was silent for some time. Her hands continued to touch and stroke my manhood. I was slowly getting erect again.“In three to four years, we have to start a family.” Vidya suddenly thought out aloud. “And we also have your career to think about then. If you are promoted to the head offices or some other regional office, we will be moving to another city.”“Er … yes.” I wasn’t sure where this was heading. “I am well placed in my company though, and pretty soon I will be up for another promotion.”“Of course.” Vidya absent mindedly flicked my balls. My penis reacted and I was now quite erect.“The thing is …” Vidya looked at me with bright wide eyes, even as her hand caressed my hardness. “I hope this is just you talking about me with another man, and not you thinking of another lady.”“No! No!” I protested vehemently. “Vidya, my dear, my darling, my goddess! How can I think of another woman when I am married to the best, spiciest, a tadka desi maal like you? You are an item girl, babe. I love you! I adore you … and I just want you to be happy.”Vidya seemed happy at my words and broke into a smile. She leaned in and kissed the tip of my phallus, before continuing to rub it. She also gave me a wet kiss.SMOOCH!“If I do have an affair …” Vidya said. “You know me. It won’t be a one night thing, but probably for a period of time.”SMOOCH!“Yes, dear.”“I will decide with whom, and how much to share the details with you, Rajesh.”SMOOCH!“Er … yes, dear.” I was a bit surprised. I thought I would be purview to her discretions. “But … please do tell me the details, darling. I would like to know.”Vidya gave a little laugh, and then gave me another kiss.SMOOCH!“You little cuckold.” She taunted me. “I love you.”“I love you more, Vidya.” I told her truthfully. “Just, you know honey, please be discreet.”“Of course.” Vidya nodded.SMOOCH!“I don’t want a scandal any more than you do.” Vidya told me. “And it will be an affair, nothing more.”SMOOCH!I nodded. I was now quite hard. Vidya snapped her fingers.“OK darling. Enough talk about what a slut I am. Now go do your husband duties and use your penis on your wife. Let’s see how long you manage to last this time!”“Yes, dear.”I mounted Vidya. Her talk had gotten us both quite aroused, and she was wet as well. I began to pound her.“Oh yes! OH YES!” She started to pant and moan. “Fuck me, you cuckold.”That did it. All our talk, and the thought that my wife could soon start another affair, made me go over the edge. My hips buckled as I began to cum into my wife’s hole. Not for the first time, I wondered which other man would soon be cumming into her hole as well.

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Married women 7 – Juliana 2You’ve already met Juliana, and I’ve already told you that her visit that ended with a surprise fuck wasn’t a one-time experience. Indeed we met after that a couple of times, and the following was the second time.Only a few days after our first re-meeting (remember, she had once been my girlfriend) the telephone rang, and it was Juliana again. She simply asked one question: ‘Can I come to see you?’ I guess you can imagine my enthusiastic answer: ‘Sure, any time!’Half an hour later she was at my front door again, her eyes shining with anticipation. I let her in quickly, because there were people in the staircase, and I’ve always been a very discreet man. She took off her coat and her shoes, and I offered her a coffee or a tea, because it was really bahis firmaları cold outside. Soon we were sitting on my couch, talking about t is and that. We’d been a couple many years before, and we had lots of memories we now shared.When I’d finished my tea I put my cup down. There was a little break in the conversation, which we used to look deeply into each other’s eyes. She’d always had large, dark eyes in which I loved to get lost, and today they were shining like stars – so I grabbed her, laid her on my legs and kissed her feverishly! She retaliated so passionately that I was almost afraid my tongue might get hurt … I massaged her breasts through her t-shirt and felt her hard nipples ….Only moments later she was naked, while I was still fully dressed. I got kaçak iddaa up and gazed at her for a moment … her well-trained body, her beautiful breasts … her swollen vagina … her deep eyes … then I knelt down and started to treat her pussy …. I knew very well what she liked, and I gave it to her until she climaxed, breathing very hard ….Then I got up again and undressed. Of course my cock was fully erect … her legs went apart … and in what seemed like a pretty impossible position (she was half lying on my very low-lying couch, I had to bend my knees pretty much) I shoved my throbbing cock into her wide open, married pussy ….The situation was a bit special … my neighbours could have seen everything, had they been at home … and the fact that my married kaçak bahis Juliana apparently didn’t get what she wanted at home and I could fuck her now … well, I was really very aroused! Her pussy made loud, wet noises, her second orgasm was obviously not far away … I pulled out and turned her around … her magnificent, well-trained butt shone like a full moon … again I sank inside her, this time more comfortably, because she stuck her ass high up in the air … and only moments later we both came … without thinking I shot spurt after spurt of my heavy, thick sperm into her married cunt … and collapsed on top of her ….After a few minutes of panting, groaning and getting our senses back together, we sat up again and smiled at each other. She seemed happy and relaxed, and that made me happy as well. Not much later she left, however not without asking: ‘May I call you again?’ I kissed her tenderly: ‘Sure! Any time of day or night!’And she did … but that’s for another time ….

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beer can buttBack in April of 2013 I decided to go to Palm Springs, Ca. to visit my slut girlfriend Julie whom I had not seen for a few months. Julie and I had been friends with benefits at that point for a few years. I knew that she was fucking everyone she could get her paws on, but it didn’t matter to me, afterall I was “in lust” with her. Julie was 42, pretty blonde with a hot body, stands 5’6″ and great tits! She knows that she is very attractive, and flirts with everyone even females in my presence. She’s divorced, seems that her ex caught her being ass fucked in their bed by a black man that she was working with. At the time he didn’t know that she was fucking others let alone a “black” man.She picked me up at the airport and she was blowing me before we could get out of the parking lot. We went to her house where she was living güvenilir bahis with her friend Marion. The two of them would happily fuck at the drop of a hat. Marion was working so Julie and I had the house to ourselves and made good use of that because we both knew that later all hell would probably break loose when Marion came home. We fucked in the pool for awhile then moved to the chaise lounges where we fucked till the heat became unbearable so it was back into the pool. About that time Ryan, Marion’s on again and off again boyfriend showed up and quickly jumped in the pool with us to Julie’s excitement. She loves being used by many and so she was more than willing to play some water sports too. Ryan also fucks Julie from time to time as well so nothing crazy there. The gals share him on a regular basis in 3 ways etc and more. türkçe bahis After we were pretty much fucked out Julie was still in a high state of sexual arousal nothing new! We managed to get out of the pool and went into the kitchen for some beers at that point Marion came in from work and saw us all naked as Jay birds in her kitchen and it wasn’t long before she had stripped down and was going down on Julie. Great viewing I had to admit! After she got got Julie off Julie grabbed a new can of beer and told me to follow her to her bedroom. Now is when it gets interesting.Julie was using the can to tease me by putting the damn thing in her ass hole when Ryan came into the room and pushed the can completely into her ass all the way inside! Holy cow! Then she tried to get it out of her butt but it wouldn’t come back out. The rim of the can güvenilir bahis siteleri was stuck inside of her SPHINCTER! It wouldn’t move. I thought that if I were to pop the top on the beer can it would release the pressure and the beer could flow out. Well…that didn’t work at all, the can was still lodged in her good and tight. We tried about everything we could think of, including a pair of pliers all to no avail. So after about an hour of that we decided to take her to an emergency care place. She had to put on a pair of pants and had a hard time doing that. While driving to the emergency place she had to stand in the back of the car. This had turned into a real laughing matter. Not to her though, as can be imagined. Well…so the Dr. that saw her was very professional, he gave her a bunch of “Colchicine” to make her pass the can including a strong sedative. Even at that it still took her 3 hours to finally pass the can! Yep it finally popped out. Her embarrasment was beyond belief! Needless to say the fucking took a swan dive for the rest of that weekend!

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one night business tripThis happened a few months back…I went away for a business meeting up north and had one night to stay in a hotel. Now I’m by no means a regular, most of the time I have no interest in guys, but the odd time my mind does head in that direction.I was bored driving down a straight highway with not much to look at for the majority of the 4-hour drive and my mind had begun to wander. I found myself thinking about the possibility of meeting someone like I have read about on here, but I laughed it off as a long shot. I was thinking how crazy it would be to have a rendezvous with a guy I met in public. A little bit of a back story, I had only met three guys before (all online), and with these guys I only ever gave them orally and had only done anal a few times with one of them, keep in mind those encounters were all spread out over a couple years.The thought of meeting someone out of the blue was definitely something crazy because I’m not one to strike up the conversation and would definitely shy away if a guy had approached me that way in public.Anyway, those thoughts had past and my mind got back to work as I got closer to my meeting.After spending 3 more hours in the meeting I finally got time to relax. A few of us decided to go to a bar across the street from the hotel. There were 3 of us there from the meeting and we had a couple of beers while watching the basketball game. After a 4 hour drive and a 3-hour meeting, most of us were pretty tired and the beer definitely didn’t help, both the others decided they were going to call it a night as we had to drive back home in the morning. I decided to head back to the hotel as well. There was still a quarter left in the game which I had planned on watching in my room, but as I was walking past the hotel bar I decided to have one more beer and finish watching the game there. So I said my goodbyes to my colleagues and took a seat at the bar.There were two other guys sitting at the bar who also seemed to be at the hotel for an unrelated work event, one was a white guy who looked to be of an Italian or Portuguese background with brown hair about 6’ tall and an avg body, not out of shape but definitely no bodybuilder. The other was a black guy who was noticeably taller than his friend probably about 6’4”, this guy definitely worked out as he was toned but again not a bodybuilder type. I was halfway through my 3rd beer of the night and the guys beside clearly had lapped me a few times over in the drinking race that night. They were drinking scotch and had a few empty glasses in front of them. The White guy was loud and clearly drunker than his friend. He asked why I was nursing my beer and I laughed and said I didn’t plan on having a late night. He told me that was nonsense and order me a scotch and told me to come over to the stool next to him. They both introduced themselves, Marco (white guy) and Ken (black guy). bahis firmaları They were also watching the game which was coming to an end but we somehow managed to finish a second scotch together. This was now my 5th drink and I was getting pretty buzzed and was glad I was almost able to call it a night. With a minute left in the Marco called over the bartender and order one more scotch, Ken declined and said he was heading up to bed in a minute or two, I also declined and said the same thing. The drink came, the game ended and Ken excused himself and said goodnight.It was now just Marco and myself. Marco pulled his stool closer, put his arm around me and said: “listen I know you said you didn’t want another one but you gotta help me finish this I think he poured me a double”. I decline once again but then decided what the hell, plus this guy didn’t need another one that’s for sure. I take a sip and he tells me to just finish it. While I try to get this drink down Marco kept touching my back and started talking about his sex life with his wife. I was getting interested as he was telling me some pretty detailed stories and he got saying how his wife didn’t give great head because his cock was too thick for her mouth, he segwayed into telling me he is 6.5” but thick as a pop can. Marco told me that was it for him and he was going to watch some porn and jerk off. I thought great he also managed to leave me with the rest of the whiskey.Marco left and went up to his room,I took a sip of the scotch and felt a pat on my back and heard “finally I thought he would never go to bed, hey, can I get another please” Ken sat down next to me and I thought to myself “I’m never going to get to bed”Ken got his drink and told me how he went up because he couldn’t listen to Marco ramble on anymore, which was understandable. I told Ken how Marco started telling me about his wife and his “pop can thick dick”ken rolled his eyes and said, “he wouldn’t know a thick cock if it slapped him in the face!” We both laughed and I found myself picturing it. I must have made a face or something because Ken smirked and said let me get you another drink.I said no way as I had already had 6-7 and was not drunk but definitely feeling it already, Ken replied “you sure? You’re going to need it for when we go upstairs”I was taken back and straight-faced, Ken just laughed, said he was joking and told me to relax a bit. Now my mind had gone back to my thoughts in the car. I believed him when he said he was joking but what if he wasn’t.. my mind was wandering and my cock was definitely not affected by the whiskey at this point because I could feel it stiffening up.“Ok fine I’ll have 1 more,” I said,Ken just smiled and waved over the bartender.The bartender said they were closing early because they had to prep for a function in the morning but we could order them to our rooms.Ken without hesitation replied and said to kaçak iddaa send two scotches up to his room. He looked at me and just said “come..”. I got up and listened without thinking.It wasn’t until we got off the elevator at his room and I thought to myself “wait a minute, I’m actually going up to this guys room,” even while thinking that I was still just following Ken.We got to his room and went inside, he told me I can sit on the couch while we wait for our drinks to get up here. He said he was going to change out of his suit and went to the bathroom to change.The drinks came and he was still getting changed, so I took them back to the couch and sat down.He came out of the bathroom wearing a white undershirt and grey sweatpants. My eyes went straight to his crotch because you could clearly see a near perfect outline of a very large cock what was not even hard yet. Ken noticed my glance down and laughed as his said “you too huh? You looking at me like one of the girls at the gym when I wear these haha”.I was at a loss for words and couldn’t string together a sentence at this point. Ken laughed again and told me to relax and that he was just messing with me.I was drunk at this point and my mind was racing, and I thought multiple times that ok, it’s time to go but I stayed glued to my seat sipping my drink.Ken finished his drink, stood up and positioned himself in front of me. “I know your type.. too scared to say what you want.. you need someone to take charge huh”At this point his huge bulge was inches from my face… I opened my mouth and started to say “I don’t—…” Ken told me to shut up now and he pulled his sweats down. His huge black cock brushed my nose and lips as it bounced out of his pants, it was easily over 8” and wasn’t even fully erect. I had never seen anything like it before, thick, dark, cut with two meaty balls hanging between his muscular legs… being so close to my face I could just smell a manly musk coming off him. After staring for a few seconds all I said was “holy fuck…”Ken smirked and just said, “that’s right..”I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and started to lean forward when he pushed my shoulders back and told me to stop.I was a bit confused but all he said was “you aren’t touching my dick sitting down, get on your knees and the only tongue until I tell you-you can suck it” without a second thought I kneeled on the floor and began running my tongue along the sides of his long black shaft. My tongue worked its way down to his meaty balls and he let out a moan, I continued to lick and run my tongue up and around his huge dick. Ken sat down and told me “suck it now”.I lifted his heavy cock in my hand towards my mouth and a big glob of pre-cum oozed out of the head, he was not fully hard and pushing 10”. I open my mouth and tried to put it as deep in my throat as possible which was half of his huge dick, I starting to gag and as I was sliding my kaçak bahis mouth back I felt his strong hand on the back of my head stopping me.“No no no, that’s wasn’t good enough,” Ken said with a serious tone now. He then pushed his cock down my throat I don’t know how deep it went, I just remember gagging and my eyes started watering like crazy. He continued to fuck my mouth for about 15 minutes and my jaw was started to hurt, I told him That my jaw was getting stiff and just replied calmly saying no problem which was a bit surprising. He stood up and said, “well get your pants off and get that ass on the bed”… again I just listened without thinking.It wasn’t until I was naked with my ass in the air that I thought I have only done anal a few times with a 6” cock.He is going to destroy me I thought…I felt cold lube hit my asshole, and two fingers slide in.. and then a third and I remeber thinking those went in really easy, the alcohol must have loosened me up a bit.He slid his fingers out, I heard a condom pack rip and felt more lube hit my hole. Then I felt his plump head press against me, I let out a whimper. He pulled back and slapped it on my ass and said “bite on the sheets” before I could reply I felt his grip on my hips get stronger and I did as I was told and bit down on the sheets. I felt a sharp pain and winced but as he started pumping that pain turned to pleasure as he was soon pumping all 10” in and out of my formly tight hole.He fucked me hard and long and would grab my wrists everytime I would reach for my cock which was ready to burst at any moment. He flipped me over and his huge cock slid in with ease, my legs were on his shoulders quivering and my 6.5-inch cock looked tiny in comparison to seeing his monster sliding in and out of me.I was whimpering, moaning, and everything in between as I was in a drunken bliss. He was breathiing heavier and moaning and tightening his grip, pumping faster and harder. He let out a quick “get on the floor now!” And flung me off the bed.. before I could think about how I have never taken a facial or swallowed before I was feeling hot spurts hitting my lips, cheeks, and forehead. I opened my mouth and two more ropes hit the back of my throat. He put his cock back in my mouth and let out one least huge grunt then collapsed on the bed. I stay kneeling frozen still processing everything that happened as the cum ran down my chin and into my chest hair and I swallowed his warm load.Ken sat up and said “that was good but you gotta go, I’m going to sleep”I was again in a little bit of shock and scrambled to collect and put on my clothes. I almost walked out of the room covered him Ken’s cum before I regained some composure and grabbed a towel and quickly wiped my face. I knew I still had cum on me but hurried to my room and had a shower and went to bed.The next morning I would have thought it was a dream, but my head, jaw and asshole all felt like they took a beating which I guess they did.As I was leaving the hotel I saw Marco and Ken checking out, Marco gave me a nod and Ken didn’t even acknowledge me.It was definitely eventful 1-day trip.

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Sex on the beach with my medical student”Dr Young!” I hear my name being called as soon as I set foot on the sand. It was a vaguely familiar female voice from a distance. I looked towards the direction and saw someone in the water with her head just visible. I walked closer bahis firmaları and recognised her instantaneously. She was a medical student whom I have taught a few years ago.”Dr Young, how nice to see you here! It is Fiona, do you remember me?” She said with a genuine kaçak iddaa warm smile on her unforgettablely attractive face.Of course I remembered her for she was drop dead gorgeous. We had flirted with each other during teaching sessions but that was all. I do not have kaçak bahis affairs with my students even though they are all in their early twenties already by the time they get to be taught by me. I do not think it is right. Nurses and female medical colleagues are different categories all together.There was no sign of a bikini strap round her neck or shoulders and I just assumed that she was wearing a strapless bikini bra. I was rather hoping that she was topless though so that I could catch

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A la découverte du risqueBonjour/bonsoir à tous coquins (et coquines) de xhamster,Ceci sera ma première histoire, adepte de la sensualité et de l’érotisme (avec une touche de fougue et de bestialité bien dosée pour relever le tout) je vous livrerai ici histoire fictive, réelle ou un subtil mélange des deux n’hésitez pas à m’apportez vos critiques pour améliorer mes textes.Ceci est un mélange entre faits réel et fantasmes.J’ai 25 ans aujourd’hui, en quête comme nous tous d’un travai concret et non plus de simples petis boulots de passage et jusqu’à l’année dernière j’étais encore étudiant à Nancy. La fac m’a laissé d’excellents souvenirs notamment un que j’ai partagé avec C. ma copine alors (par respect pour elle je ne dévoilerai pas son nom) et dont seuls les murs de l’amphithéâtre sont aujourd’hui les témoins.C’était un jeudi habituel, des cours depuis le début de la journée et, bien que passioné par l’histoire, savoir qu’on suit la dernière heure de cours n’aide pas vraiment à rester concentré. Et je ne parle même pas du fait que la prof était une femme que l’on pourrait qualifié de…hystérique oui c’est le mot. Comme d’habitude je suis assis avec mes amis à ma droite et C. à ma gauche, des petis sourires échangs, des regards doux, des mains prise en toute discrétion (il faut dire que la même prof nous avait passé un savon pour s’être embrassé dans son cours 2 semaine plus tôt).Mes excuses j’ai oublié de vous la décrire: C. est un petit bout de femme de 1m60 tout rond, des yeux verts comme le jade et à l’époque une longue queue de cheval descendant jusqu’au creux de alsancak escort ses reins. Si elle était menue elle n’en possédait pas moins des formes plus qu’agréable, des fesses certes petites mais rondes et douces au possible ainsi qu’une poitrine menue à son image mais délicieuse, des tétons à se damner. Seule ombre au tableau ma chère C. n’était en rien intéressé par les choses de l’amour, bien qu’elle accepte régulièrement de partager ces moments divins elle n’était que depuis peu (grâce ou à cause de votre serviteur, à vous de juger 😉 ) initiée au sexe. De ce fait toujours à moi de prendre les commandes et essayer de lui faire explorer sa sexualité. J’apprécie certe mais un epu de fantaisie et de surprise sont toujours les bienvenues.Revenons en au présent : Le cours était long, l’amphi fermé sans fenêtre et je n’avais qu’une hâte : que le cours se finisse pour rentrer chez moi, C. devant malheureusement aller à un autre cours par la suite (les joies de sortir avec une autre étudiante mais d’un parcours différent). Alors que je tendais la main pour caresser la sienne, discrètement une idée me vint, au lieu de la poser sur sa main je la posais sur sa cuisse. Habitué à mes caresses et me sachant tactile elle ne réagit que par un demi sourire l’air de me dire “je sais tu as envie mais on est en cours chéri”. Pourtant, poussé par une sorte d’instinct, d’envie refoulée je commence à masser sa cuisse doucement, tendrement. Un regard à la prof…elle est montée plus haut dans l’amphi pour gronder un élève un peu somnolent, la voie est libre.Peu alsancak escort bayan à peu mes doigts glisse vers l’intérieur de sa cuisse, son jean étant particulièrement serré sur sa jambe je sais qu’elle ressent ma caresse comme si le jean était absent. Peu à peu ma main se fait plus confiante et arrive à son entrejambe. Nouveau regard vers la prof, parfait elle nous tourne le dos, je fait glisser ma main contre sa fente à travers son jean et commence un doux massage. C. me regarde, surprise, je lui souris pour la rassurer et ses cuisses s’écartent alors que mon mouvement se fait plus appuyé, plus sûr, plus….et mince la sonnerie retentit le cours est fini.Alors que tout le monde se lève pour sortir, C. m’att**** par le bras et me souffle à l’oreille:-Tu es malade ?? et si on s’était fait choper ?-Ne t’inquiète pas la prof faisait plus attention aux autres qu’à nous et puis c’est sympa non ?-Quand on le fait chez toi ou chez moi oui mais là il y avait des gens autour-Et tu ne trouve pas ça stimulant ?Petite parenthèse chers lecteur, en effet J’ADORE le risque, cette sensation qu’on peut se faire att****r à tout moment, c’est un fantasme que j’essaie de vivre à chaque occasion, et cette aventure m’en a donné la preuve, c’est génialC. ne me répondit pas, je ne connaît plus la raison mais les élèves ne sortaient pas de suite, nos amis eux s’étaient éclipsés avec hâte et nous voila derrière les portes battantes de l’amphi. Comme à chaque fin de cours C. et moi nous embrassons avec la passion qui nous habitait à l’époque. Encore excité, escort alsancak je nous déplace derrière les portes et commence à glisser sa main sur son ventre. Je le lui caresse, glisse doucement ma main sous son t-shirt et caresse son nombril. Si C. faisait la tête plus tôt, la situation l’avait tout de même chauffée et c’est elle même qui fit descendre ma main dans sa culotte. Je sentais son fruit humide, désireux de caressesen tout genre que je pourrai lui prodiguer. Enflammé je fit descendre ma bouche dans son cou, l’embrassant, mordillant le lobe de son oreille. C. fit descendre sa mains le long de mon torse, vers mon jean et sa main rejoignit mon intimité comme la mienne fouillait la sienne. Ma main jouait avec sa fente, mes doigts courant l’un après l’autre sur sa longueur, sans s’arrêter, terminant leurs courses en caressant son petit clito. De son côté elle étendait ses doigts autour de mon sexe, venant caresser mon gland entre ses doigts, avec une fougue que je ne lui avais encore jamais connue. Mon pantalon me serrait de plus en plus au fil de ses caresses et de cette C. que je découvrais.Excité, j’entrepris de glisser deux de mes doigts en elle afin de commencer à lui donner autant de bien que sa main m’en apporait. a ce moment il n’existait que nous dans ce couloir, deux corps embrasés impatients de s’enlacer, de se mélanger pour ne former qu’une seule et unique flamme de désir dévorantePris dans notre échange et notre désir C. et moi n’avons constaté que trop tard la porte battante de l’amphi qui s’ouvrait alors que les étudiants, et surtout la prof, quittaientt l’amphi. Chance inouïe en souvrant la porte créait un angle où elle et moi, nos mains encore très bien placées, étions pour le moment invisible à leurs yeuxVoilà un premier jet de cette histoire inspiré de faits vécu, la suite si elle vous à convenut j’attend vos avis 🙂 Merci de l’avoir lut

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Baise sous la pluieLe beau temps n’est pas forcément une bonne chose. La pluie peut avoir des effets qu’on ne soupçonne pas. Pas plus tard qu’il y a deux jours nous étions allés à la campagne où nous avons une maison. Dans les environs il y a un petit bois que nous aimons particulièrement ma femme et moi. Malgré le temps plus que menaçant Akou à voulu aller faire un tour jusqu’à l’étang au centre de ce bois, soit la route est goudronnée pas besoin du 4×4. Il faut avouer qu’il ne pleuvaient plus à verse comme quelques heures plus tôt. Il ne faisait pas froid c’est déjà çà. Nous voilà arrivés a l’étang, on descend faire quelques pas.. La température étant raisonnable, Akour reste juste en robe, une jolie robe blanche croisée dont j’adore le décolleté.. et ce blanc immaculé sur elle.. c’est à vous damner. Le plus souvent je la tiens pas la taille quand nous marchons de concert, mais je ne peux m’empêcher de la laisser prendre de l’avance sur moi pour mater son déhancher et ses fesses qui ondulent. Elle le sait et ne manque pas de m’allumer en prenant sa démarche la plus sexy. Elle joue ce jeu.. avançant sur le chemin … quel cul!! un cul d’africaine je ne connais rien de plus beau.. Tu aimes mon cul mon chéri? me dit elleOh la la ma belle tu sais bien que tu me fait bander!! Oh toi tu a toujours la queue en l’air!! et plus tu vieillis.. plus tu bande Il y a quelques jours c’était mon anniversaire.. elle se moque de moi .. Oui tu me fais bander!! tu ne va pas te plaindre.. quand même? Non .. c’est vrai tu me baise bien.. et souvent.. j’adore.. çà tu le sais.Et je suis certain que tu n’a rien sous ta robe non plus… dis-jeBah non.. tu m’a souvent vu avec une culotte? C’est vrai tu a toujours le cul à l’air… fais voir ma salope.. Elle trousse sa robe jusqu’à la ceinture.. me présente son cul.. fais un tour sur elle même et me présente sa fente rebondi .. elle pousse même son ventre en avant.. Quelle chienne j’ai épousée.. il faut avouer qu’elle est comme je le voulais.. elle a tout appris de moi et j’ai la femme la plus merveilleusement salope et obéissante.. du monde.. sans aucun doute!Naturellement .. la voir comme çà me fait bander encore plus en me donne envie.. de toucher.. je la ratt****s et prend ses fesses dans mes mains… les pétrissant.. Ah quel cul tu a.. ma chérie.. dis je en lui bécotant la nuque. Tes mains.. son douces… cochon.. dit elle en passant sa main dans son dos et m’attrapant le paquetOh tu est dur… comme un dingue encore!! Fais quelque chose.. me laisse pas comme çà..Toi … tu veux que je te suces.. non… A toi de voir.. chérie.. ce que tu veux… Alors…. dit elle en s’accroupissant. Elle me prend la queue entre les lèvres et goulûment m’avale la pinne jusqu’à ce que ses lèvres touchent mon pubis.. elle enfourne toute ma queue dans sa bouche et sa langue la cajole .. je sens la salive qui inonde mon sexe. Elle le laisse sortir de sa gorge, car là mon gland était dans sa gorge.. Akou me pompe lentement, ne faisant qu’accentuer mon érection naturellement. Genoux écartés la robe roulée à la taille ma salope à le cul à l’air. Je déguste cette pipe quand de bornova escort grosses gouttes se mettent à tomber.. J’ai le réflexe de dire on s’en va.. mais au contraire.. je lui dis..T’arrêtes pas… pompe.. et enlève ta robe.Depuis ces années, Akou obéis a toutes mes demandes, jamais elle ne m’a dit non, pas une seule fois. Elle cesse un instant de me sucer pour passer sa robe par dessus sa tête, la posant sur l’herbe mouillée. Les gouttes tombent sur son dos.. striant sa peau noire de longues rigoles humides qui peu à peu se rejoignent.. Ma chemise est au sol également.. comme ma cravate, la pluie pas si fraîche heureusement glisse sur ma peau. J’aime la sensation. Akou baisse soudain mon pantalon, qui fini en tas sur le reste. Levant son visage vers moi elle me sourit, laissant la pluie ruisseler elle tire la langue les gouttes frappent sa langue.. tandis qu’elle redouble, les gouttes agacent même mon gland décalotté alors que ma chérie me branle.. Son autre main me tape l’intérieur des cuisses pour m’inviter à écarter les jambes.. ce que je fais.. Ma queue toujours lentement branlée par ma main.. ma femme me regarde l’oeil malicieux. Elle passe ses doigts.. entre mes fesses, atteint.. mon anus.. qu’elle cajoles doucement… Ah… tu aimes çà .. là… hein… me fait elleTu sais bien ma salope… dis je presque tremblant car j’attends.. Comme çà hein… cries elle.. En enfonçant 2 doigts dans mon cul qui s’ouvre.. avec délice.. Ohhhh putain… oui…. vas y…. ma chienneQuel salaud!!! gros porc!! pédé.. tu aimes que je te fouilles le cul… dis le… Ouiiii fouilles moi le cul… chérie j’aime.. oh vas y bordel.. c’est bon.. Je suis très branché sodo.. j’adore me faire remplir, par n’importe quoi.. sensible du cul.. ça me fait jouir de me faire bourrer.. gods, doigts, bouteilles.. tout.. et si mon ou ma partenaire sont doués.. je grimpe au rideaux.. Me faire défoncer pendant des heures a ne plus sentir mon trou c’est que du bonheur.. Akou le sait bien et elle ne manque pas une occasion de me satisfaire. Sous cette pluie battante.. au bord de cet étang, dans la nature.. quel pied.. a poil tous les deux.. les corps ruisselants d’une pluie qui redouble.. il aurait fallut un tiers pour faire des photos.. Sous la caresse pénétrante d’Akou je plies les genoux.. pour m’ouvrir et m’enfoncer sur ses doigts.. qu’elle vrille dans mon anus.. faisant naître des ondes de plaisir.. Parfois ma queue se tend avec une force.. au point que je crois que je vais cracher.. puis ses doigts se retirent.. puis reviennent.. Salaud… tu m’avales.. les doigts.. y’en a 3 maintenant.. t’en veux plus.. je suis sure.. Ouiiiiiiiiiiii .. vas y bourre mon cul.. défonce moi… toutT’est une vraie femelle!! une pute.. tu sais çà? Oui… je m’en fous.. négresse.. ouvre moi le fion!! Mets toi à quatre patte… ordure.. Je m’exécute.. a 4 patte sur l”herbe et la terre qui se détrempe.. à grande vitesse.. Cul levé.. bien cambré.. j’offre mon cul à ma douce femme.. Elle me lèche l’anus.. salive.. crache.. avant de replonger ses doigts en moi… J’ai comme un éclair.. quand elle revient dans mes entrailles.. ma escort bornova queue se colle à mon ventre.. je dois mouiller depuis un moment.. mais avec la pluie.. on ne voit rien.. mais là je sens monter.. la liqueur qui s’écoule.. de mon gland.. Certains mecs sont comme moi .. dès qu’on les touches.. ils mouillent.. d’autre non.. moi c’est parfois .. une folie.. le goutte littéralement.. j’ai l’impression qu’en prenant de l’âge c’est encore pire. Le plus souvent ma queue est grasse et luisante de cette mouille quand je me branle.. et j’aime faire durer.. le plaisir.. combien de fois je suis au bord de l’explosion je fais tout pour l’éviter et continuer a baiser.. Akou le sait.. et elle aime me faire durer.. parfois elle m’attache.. et me tiens .. ainsi .. des heures.. je dis bien des heures.. jusqu’à ce que j’en hurle de frustration, la queue endolorie.. les couilles lourdes et douloureuses mais quel pied!! A quatre patte comme une chienne.. je laisse Akou m’élargir le cul… sans lubrification c’est pas aussi évident.. mais je suis habitué et très souple de la rondelle.. C’est dur de décrire ce que je ressent.. les doigts qui me fouillent, mon anus qui s’ouvre, la main qui me branle aussi.. tirant ma queue a fond en arrière, la flotte qui tombe sur nous de plus en plus fort.. il ne fait pas très chaud mais franchement on est tellement excités qu’on s’en fout.. Je sens que ma salope de femme frotte sa chatte contre mon mollet, je sens la chaleur de son con trempé et surtout le gros clito contre ma peau. Tiens mon salaud.. prend bien… cambre toi.. tu sens mes doigts!! dit elleOuiiii vas y enfonce … vas plus loin putain…fais moi exploser le cul!!Tu veux ma main espèce de salope !! dit elle.. tu veux tout espèce de pédé!! Les invectives, les insultes sont le charbon de notre machine à plaisir.. elle aime être insultée, j’aime l’être.. et là j’avais une putain d’envie de me faire fister .. pas raisonnable sans lubrification.. je vous le déconseille.. car vous risquez de déguster un max!! Mais bon si on est excessif comme je le suis… on ne se laisse pas freiner par çà… Dans un cri .. qui a effrayé les oiseaux.. du coin.. j’ai chopé son poignet.. me suis cambré.. et j’ai forcé sa main .. a me pénétrer.. Un éclair de douleur… je sens mon anus s’ouvrir.. se déchirer.. craquer.. les doigts qui entrent.. en moi.. la main qui avance dans mon cul ravagé.. cette grosseur.. écrase ma prostate.. ma vessie.. Mon cerveau ne sait plus.. douleur.. plaisir.. que choisir.. la main d’Akou qui tiens ma queue décalottée.. me serre la pinne.. tandis qu’elle bouge sa main enfoncée.. dans mon cul… je gueules comme un putois!! Je sens alors mon sperme exploser.. dans ma queue.. je gicles.. dans l’herbe.. j’éclabousse Akou … Il faut qu’elle retire sa main .. rapidement.. car une fois que je vais avoir jouis.. ça sera encore pire.. Au moment ou je crache.. je lui cries.. Enlèves ta main !!!!! viteElle sait et obéis.. elle retire sa main .. j’ai l’impression qu’elle me retourne les intestins… Je cries de douleur a nouveau.. mais surtout de plaisir.. elle continue a bornova escort bayan me branler.. je suis agenouillé maintenant.. redressé après que sa main ai laissé mon fondement.. Et ma belle ,noiraude.. m’astique la queue.. je viens déjà de lâcher.. de grosses giclées.. mais je sent que je vais encore partir.. elle le sait elle aussi. Continues. fort… oui fort.. vas y .. plus vite.. Salaud!!! tu va encore gicler??? tu veux?? Oui oui vide moi encore.. putain.. fort!!! Mon coeur est a donf, je suis totalement hors de moi, tendu vers un autre orgasme.. La main d’Akou est brutale, elle glisse sur la queue pleine de sperme déjà et la pluie qui ruisselle n’arrange pas les choses.. Son autre main passe de mes tétons qu’elle pince furieusement à mes couilles qu’elle écrase. Ma main c’est emparée d’un des seins de ma salope que je presse et pince au point de la faire crier.. Elle est contre moi, frottant sa motte contre ma cuisse. Elle aussi est dans un état dingue d’excitation. Vas y chéri!!! Crache encore!!! gicles pour moi !!! Aiieee oh oui fort !! plus fort!! putain vide moi!! Un bon moment elle me serre les couilles, les étire.. j’ai mal aux burnes.. mais je suis totalement tendu vers cette éjaculation que je sens venir à nouveau.. Akou sent à mes tremblements.. que je suis sur le point de partir.. Elle m’astique… comme une folle je cries.. la pince.. la frappe même.. Au moment ou elle sent ma queue trembler .. elle met son visage devant.. bouche ouverte.. et me finis en beauté…Putain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! je craches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Je gicles comme un dingue.. jets après jets.. épais encore malgré la première éjaculation .. par le fist.. Akou en prend partout.. le visage, la langue, les seins.. ses cheveux… A genoux sur l”herbe de plus en plus boueuse à cause de nos ébats.. je suis un peu anéanti.. Akou elle n’en peux plus elle veux jouir.. Elle se dresse devant moi, plaçant sa chatte ourlée d’écume , pleine de sa mouille épaisse.. qui coule le long de ses grosses lèvres.. le clito est tout sorti.. énorme.. je le prend dans mes lèvres.. lui tirant une plainte de mourante.. J’en fonce mes doigts.. 4 en faisceaux directement dans son sexe.. qui est bouillant… Elle à le ventre plaqué à mon visage et donne des à-coups.. Elle est déjà au bord.. de la jouissance.. je la connais si bien… elle tremble sur ses jambes.. et se met a crier… en m’arrachant les cheveux… et en donnant des coups de rein vifs qui heurtent mon nez… Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii je jouiisssssssssssssssssssssssssssDonne tout chérie.. arrivais-je a dire… OuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiElle jouis.. secouée de spasmes… sa mouille épaisse coule… sur ma langue.. mon menton .. et soudain elle se lâche.. ouvrant les grandes eaux.. un jet dru m’aveugle.. elle me pisse sur le visage.. tout en jouissant… la mouille la pisse ruisselle le long de ses cuisses.. m’inonde totalement.. longuement elle tremble.. agrippée à mon crane.. mes doigts.. ma bouche.. lapent ses orifices.. en ébullition… Jusqu’au moment ou elle se laisse tomber à genoux face à moi .. nous embrassant nous enlaçant comme des gosses…. Bordel que c’est bon !!!! quel pied!!! Je ne regrette qu’une chose.. pas de voyeurs à inviter.. avec ce temps pourri!!! Car je me serais bien fait prendre.. par quelques mecs vicieux.. avant de laisser Akou les vider..

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Kevin VIKevin VIPendant la semaine que Kevin est passé chez nous, un événement extraordinaire allait marquer, non seulement la suite de notre relation, mais aussi le restant de ma vie. Ici, je vous raconterai à quel point la situation avec mon beau-fils était devenue ingérable. Néanmoins, la vie, parfois, nous joue des tours qui font que certaines choses se mettent à leur place, tout simplement, sans faire du bruit.Après notre rapport dans la buanderie, je suis descendue les retrouver, en mettant, quand même, une petite culotte. Kevin et son père étaient en pleine conversation. Dès que Joël m’avait vu, il s’était exclamé, tout content :-T’as vu, Sandra, comme il va mieux, mon fiston ?-Non, je n’ai pas vu…-Comment, tu n’as pas vue ? Il m’a dit qu’il t’a montré…Ça y est ! Je transpirais à nouveau. De quoi était-il en train de me parler ? J’avais le vertige. Qu’est ce qu’ils étaient en train de me sortir, là :-Sa peau, bébé… Il est presque guéri !-Ah, c’est ça ! Ai-je exclamé, très soulagée.-Plus de pommade à lui passer… -Si, quand même –protesta Kevin- Il faut continuer tant que ça ne sera complètement guéri, ajouta-t-il, me regardant droit dans les yeux.-Quel est le programme, pour la journée ? Demandai-je, en changeant de sujet.-On va aller en ville, au resto… et après au ciné. Ça te dit ?-Ça dépend du film… Quel resto, d’ailleurs ?-Ton chinois préféré, chérie… Et Kevin aimerais qu’on aille voir Là-haut!-Tu connais, Sandra ? Ajouta-t-il, mon beau-fils-Non… mais déjà le titre… Dis-je en pensant à la scène qu’on venait de vivre « en haut ».-Hahaha ! tu verras, ça va te plaire ! Je me demandais pourquoi il rigolait comme ça. En fait, il n’était qu’un enfant ; oui, d’accord, un enfant avec un corps d’homme… Ouf ! -Laissez-moi un peu de temps pour me faire belle, alors !Quand j’étais en train de prendre ma douche, Joël est entré. J’ai eu peur que ce ne soit pas Kevin. Mon mari tira le rideau et me dit :-Merci, chérie…-Quoi ? Je ne t’entends pas !-Je te dis merci !-Qu’est ce que j’ai fait, encore ?-Etre gentille avec lui…-Hum ! D’accord… Laisse-moi un peu tranquille, maintenant… S’il te plait…-Tu ne veux pas que je te savonne le dos ?-Non, chéri… je te connais !Mais, il s’était déjà déshabillé et était entré dans le bain. -Tu n’en as pas eu assez, hier soir, cochon ?-Je n’en ai jamais assez, de toi… Touche, mon cœur !Il bandait. Et j’avais tellement envie de sentir une bonne queue en moi ! Je me suis retournée et me suis penchée vers l’avant, en appuyant mes mains sur le carrelage, en écartant un tout petit peu mes cuisses. Il me pénétra d’un seul coup, fort. Il saisit, en même temps, mes deux seins, balçova escort en les malaxant comme s’il pressait des oranges pour en tirer du jus :-Mmm ! Cochon ! Que c’est bon quand tu me baises comme ça !-Oh ! Oh ! Oui, ouiii ! Tu es tellement chaude !-Ne t’arrête pas, mon cœur ! Plus fort, plus fort, plus fort ! Aaaahhh !J’avais du mal à reconnaitre mon mari. Il était, comment dire, transformé. Lui, qui, depuis notre mariage, quatre ans auparavant, c’était toujours comporté au lit d’une façon plutôt molle, me montrait, à présent, son côté le plus mâle, me rappelant, sans qu’il en soit conscient, les manières brutales mais oh combien excitantes de mon ex, Didier. -Oh, purée !!! Ouf ! Ouf ! Aaaaggg ! Oui, ouiiiii ! Aïe, aïe ! Les seins… Aïe !J’ai cru qu’il allait m’arracher les mamelons, cette brute ! Il les avait, enfin, lâchés et s’est mis à me pilonner comme un marteau piqueur, en me mordillant le cou :-Oh, putain ! Je vais jouir, je vais jouir, je vais jouiiiirrrr !-Attend, bébé ! Pas dans moi ! Je me suis débarrassée de l’étau auquel j’étais soumise, fis demi-tour et m’agenouillai devant sa queue, la bouche grande ouverte, ma langue pendante, offerte comme un tapis à foutre :-Aaaaaa ! Ouiiiii ! Tieeeeeens ! Aaaaa ! Ouiiii !Il gicla tout son sperme sur mon visage, la plupart dans ma bouche. Je lui montrai avant de l’avaler :-Tu me rends fou, Sandra !-Pourvu que ça dure, mon bichon !J’avais pu, enfin, terminer de me laver, non sans m’offrir un petit réconfort manuel qui m’avait soulagée de la tension sexuelle accumulée en si peu de temps.Dehors, il faisait encore beau, malgré qu’on arrivait à la fin du mois d’octobre et que les premières gelées avaient déjà fait son apparition ; mais, dans la journée, la température était presque estivale. Pour cela, j’en avais profité pour mettre une belle robe, assez courte et décolletée et chausser mes nus pieds à talon. Une touche de mon parfum Hermès et me voilà prête pour passer un bon après-midi en compagnie de deux mâles, père et fils, qui n’avaient qu’une idée en tête : me baiser !Pas grande chose à raconter de comment s’étaient déroulées ces quelques heures. Au resto, Kevin n’avait pas arrêté de me zieuter les nichons et son père, à deux reprises, il avait fallu que je lui mette une bonne claque sur ses mains, trop baladeuses. Et quelques commentaires de mon beau-fils à un moment où son père est parti aux toilettes :-C’était bon, avec mon vieux ?-Quoi ?-Qu’est ce qu’il t’a fait, à la salle de bain ?-Rien… On a parlé-Mon œil ! Je t’ai entendu !-Ce n’est pas bien d’épier les gens…-Il t’a bouffé la chatte, comme moi balçova escort bayan ?-Je n’aime pas ce langage…-Pardon, madame… Il t’a caressé le sexe avec sa langue ? Il réussit à me faire rire :-Non… il m’a fait l’amour… Mmm, c’était très bon ! Et en disant ça, je m’étais penchée en avant lui montrant une bonne vue de ma poitrine.-Et moi ? Quand est-ce que je pourrai venir dans toi ?-Tu rêves, petit… Répondis-je sournoisement, en regardant comme Joël revenait à table.Pareil pour le cinéma, qui était bondé, avec plein de familles avec leurs enfants. Je ne me rappelle pas sur quelle scène hilarante (je me suis amusée comme une gamine, avec ce film) que j’ai senti la main de Kevin (il était assis à ma droite, Joël, à coté de lui) se faufiler sous ma jupe, que je couvrais pudiquement avec un petit gilet en cachemire :-Sors ta main de là ! Tout de suite ! Lui dis-je à l’oreille.-Oh, méchante belle-mère, ce fut sa réplique tout en me titillant l’intérieur de mon oreille du bout de sa langue. Pourquoi as-tu mis une culotte ?-Sors-ta-main-de-là ! Lui chuchotai-je, sans trop de conviction.Il ne cessait pas de me surprendre. Non seulement il s’enfichait de ce que je lui disais, mais encore, sa main se faisait plus osée et un de ses doigts ne tarda à trouver sur quoi il fallait faire pression, sur la fine toile de mon string. J’eus peur de faire une scène et être obligée de donner des explications. Je lui priai une dernière fois d’arrêter mais, comme toute réponse je n’obtins que :-Écarte un peu tes cuisses… Bien… Comme ça !J’en ai faites, des cochonneries dans une salle de cinéma ; un paquet de fois. Mais là, c’était totalement nouveau, pour moi. Un film d’animation, une salle bondée d’enfants et la main d’un adolescent qui me branlait divinement. C’était, simplement, diabolique ! Je voulais fermer les yeux, mais, prudemment, je les ai laissés bien ouverts, faisant semblant de regarder ce film dont les images étaient en train de se dissiper, de devenir floues. Son doigt avait fini par se glisser sous mon string et me caressait le clitoris. Que s’était-il passé depuis cet été pour que ce garçon devienne si fin connaisseur de l’anatomie féminine ? Songeai-je, tandis que la marée de l’extase s’emparait doucement de mon système nerveux. La salle toute entière éclatait de rire. Il n’y avait que moi qui ne rigolais pas. Ce fut l’orgasme le plus silencieux de ma vie. Kevin, fier de lui, sortit sa main de la fournaise de mon entrejambe et se léchait le majeur, trempé de mon jus. Il s’approcha de mon oreille et me murmura :-Tu m’en dois deux, belle-maman !Simultanément, Joël escort balçova se pencha en ma direction :-Il est super, non ?-Si, si… Très drôle… Réussis-je à lui répondre avec un tout petit fil de voix.En sortant du ciné, Kevin profita une nouvelle fois de l’absence de son père –parti faire pipi- pour me dire, en me tenant par la taille :-Je n’en peux plus, Sandra !-Dieux, Kevin ! Ce n’est pas bien, ce que l’on fait…-Mais… On ne fait pas du mal à personne…-Quel culot que tu as ! Et ton père, alors ?-Mon vieux il t’a tous les jours, lui… Moi, je ne demande qu’à être avec toi une seule fois !-Tu as changé beaucoup depuis la dernière fois, tu sais ?-Comment ? Pourquoi dis-tu cela ?-Laisse tomber…-Non, non… dis-moi pourquoi tu dis ça…Joël revenait vers nous, un grand sourire affiché sur ses lèvres. Discrètement, j’écartai la main de Kevin, toujours posée sur mes hanches :-Super, ce film, hein ? Nous lança-t-il, tout guilleret.-C’est vrai. On a passé un super moment, n’est-ce pas, Sandra ?-Si, très bien… -Et demain… Europapark ! –ajouta mon mari-. On va fêter l’anniversaire de ce garçon comme il se doit.-J’ai horreur des manèges ! Dis-je. Ça me donne le tournis ! Ce soir là, tout s’était passé normalement, si on peut le dire. Kevin avait pris une douche et m’avait sollicitée pour lui passer de la pommade sur le dos. Et je l’avais fait, mais devant son père car je ne voulais pas aller plus loin dans nos rapports. En tout cas, pas de cette façon là. Nous nous sommes retirés assez tôt pour pouvoir nous lever de bonne heure. Au lit, Joël m’avait cherchée, de nouveau, soi-disant qu’il avait du mal à s’endormir. J’étais assez perturbée, même inquiète, je dirais. Il l’avait senti et il avait voulu enquêter sur mon état. Mais, je n’avais voulu me lancer sur un terrain plutôt glissant. Donc, je lui avais taillé une bonne pipe, avec, en bonus, un bon massage de sa prostate :-Bonté divine, chérie ! Quelle sacrée suceuse, que tu fais !Deux minutes après, il ronflait, satisfait. Vers trois heures du matin, je me suis réveillée. La moiteur que je sentais entre mes cuisses n’était l’habituelle mais celle que j’avais une fois par mois. Je me suis levée en vitesse et filé à la salle de bain, sans allumer la lampe de chevet pour ne pas réveiller mon mari, sans prendre le temps d’enfiler ma robe de chambre. Heureusement qu’avec l’âge, mes règles étaient de moins en moins copieuses et de moins en moins douloureuses ; néanmoins, un filet rouge ruisselait entre mes cuisses. En bas, il y avait de la lumière, et on entendait des voix. Merde ! Me suis-je dit, Kevin ne dort pas. Effectivement, il regardait la télé, assis sur le canapé, habillé d’un t-shirt et un boxer.-Qu’est ce qu’il t’arrive, belle-maman ? Me demanda-t-il, amusé de me voir courir devant lui, nue et avec une main plaquée contre ma chatte.-Chut ! Ne t’approche pas ! Pensez-vous qu’il est resté assis, sans rien dire et sans rien faire ?

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Gangbang bus“I’ve got to get out of this bra, it’s killing me,” Maria declared.She stood to walk to the bathroom at the back of the luxury tour bus but the vehicle lurched as it took a corner, and Maria wobbled on her sparkling silver high heels. She would have toppled if not for the strong hands of Mark who jumped to his feet and grabbed her, one arm encircling her right across her 34E breasts.They stood like that for a moment until the bus straightened and the danger of falling passed. Maria smiled her thanks up at him.”You don’t need to go back there to get your bra off,” Mark winked back. “We’re happy to give you a hand right here.”Keeping his right arm around Maria’s buxom figure he used his free hand to find the zip at the back of her designer little black dress and slipped it down. Almost in one movement he eased the shoulders of her dress down her arms, revealing the enormous cups of her bra.Mat jumped to mark’s aid as a few of the other agency salesmen started to realise what was happening. “I can get that unhooked for you, Maria,” he offered, sliding the two halves of her bra strap apart.Maria’s tits wobbled heavily as he released the straps.The bus took another bend, and a few more of the guys, Greg , Zach and Steve jumped up and reached out to steady Maria, their hands “accidentally” all ending on Maria’s chest.There’s no doubt that if any chest was able to accommodate a number of hands, it was Maria’s. Not only were her tits huge, being E cup, but they were also heavy, yet firm.“We’d better get to the back seat,” declared Mark and began leading Maria, with about for or five pairs of hands on her, to the back of the bus.Maria tottered karabağlar escort on her high heels and smiled as the guys quickly swept her up so she was just about floating and deposited gracefully on the large curved rear seat, stretching right across the width of the bus.Maria was still topless, with her dress slipping down past her waist. “That looks like its getting in the way, let me get that for you,” said Lee who had joined them. He slid Maria’s dress down her long legs and dropped it in the next set of empty seats.Dave and Jerry weren’t far behind, drawing in breath as they saw the gorgeous Maria d****d over the bus seat in only her tiny g-string and sparkly high heels.Maria’s big tits were wobbling and bouncing a little as the bus gathered speed, heading for the freeway. She was half d****d over Mark with one leg hooked over his, and supported on the other side by Mat. The other guys were crowding in.A few of the other male members of the sales team were still at the front of the bus, throwing some curious looks toward the group at the rear. Some were in conversation, but others – Damien, Tony, Nate and Cliff, made their way down the aisle.“What’s going on?” they asked as they approached.When they saw for themselves, they said “Wow,” almost simultaneously.Mat and Mark were each cupping one of Maria’s tits, fondling the boob and rubbing Maria’s nipples, which almost instantly grew hard. Maria had swung her other leg apart, currently being held by Dave. All the guys were now reaching out to run their hands over whatever part of Maria’s body they could reach.As the guys hands reached to all parts of her body, escort karabağlar Maria threw her head back and moaned softly. The g-string was ripped apart and discarded, revealing her shaved pussy.As Mark and Mat each started sucking on Maria’s tits, she reached to their crotches and started rubbing them.Mark quickly unzipped his pants and Maria hauled out his cock, stroking it strongly as he resumed sucking on her left boob.Maria could feel hands between her legs, peeling apart her pussy lips and then fingers probing her cunt and ass.But that was only the start.“We need to get some cock into this slut,” Mark said. “Lift her up.”As Maria was lifted up and landed on Mark’s lap, she reached between her legs and guided his cock into her ass. She threw her head back and moaned again. “Oh Mark, I’ve been wanting your cock inside me for ages.” She took his long erect member all the way in her ass as she settled down on him, her legs spread wide so all the guys could see Mark’s cock buried in Maria’s lovely little asshole.Her cunt was wide open too, and several guys struggled to get their pants off as quickly as possible. Dave won and shouldered his way forward, aiming his hard cock right into Maria’s wide open cock-hungry cunt.As Dave and Mark both pumped cock into Maria, Mat stood from where he had been sucking on Maria’s right tit, dropped his pants, and revealed his long hard cock. He turned Maria’s head towards him and she eagerly opened her pretty mouth and started sucking Mat’s cock.Maria waved her arms, indicating her hands were still free, so two of the guys who had been beaten to the punch by Dave quickly karabağlar escort bayan stepped up and closed her hands around their cock and Maria responded by stroking them from tip to base and back again.The admin girls came up to see what was going on and saw all the guys were gangbanging Maria.“Oh, what a slut,” said Sarah.“Is she going to let all of you fuck her?” asked Jamie.“Yeah, she wants every one of us sales guys to fuck her at least once,” Jerry replied.“Why, what’s so special about Maria?” she asked.“Hell, look at those tits, that body, those legs, and she’s a whore and slut – why wouldn’t we bang the fuck out of her?” said Jerry.“Where are the condoms?” asked Sarah suddenly.The guys laughed. “No condoms, Maria fucks bareback. She wants us to cum inside her.”Maria was shifted from cock to cock along the back seat, always with another guy ready to stuff his cock into her welcoming cunt and her mouth constantly questing for another cock to suck. All the while the other guys were getting her to stroke their dicks or playing with her big tits.Maria was given cock after cock for the entire journey home.As the bus turned into her street, Maria was happy. All 17 of the sales guys had fucked her and either cum in her or on her.The bus arrived at her house and the door opened.Still naked, in only her high heels, covered in cock goo, dripping off her hair, face and chin and down her tits, she stumbled off the bus. Someone threw her dress, bra and g-string out of a window.She wobbled unsteadily over to pick them up as the front door of the house opened.They guys were all leaning out of windows and cheering, jeering and shouting out as the bus slowly pulled away from the kerb.“See ya, slut.”“Thanks whore.”“Thanks for the fuck, Maria.”“Maria, you anal fuck slut.”“Cock sucking slut.”“Enjoy my cum inside your cunt, whore.”“Anytime you want more cock, just call us.”Clutching her discarded clothes, Maria smiled and waved at the parting gangbang bus.

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The VirginHer name was Lisa….She was a barley legal teen… petite… looked even younger than she was… very skinny… flat chest.. little ass… long blonde hair and very pretty…. she was also a very good girl…. she wasn’t a slut or an easy whore at all…Lisa was actually a really nice girl.. the type that you would want to be in a relationship with… forever….. But….. things happen in life……She was friends with the youngest member of our group… he had been trying to get with her….. he decided to bring her to mine to impress her with where he hangs and what we do….. it backfired for him….Lisa and I got on great… she even wanted to sit with me…..He knew he had made a mistake…. wasn’t to pissed about it though because I had talked to his ex and she had also come around…. so he went off all happy…Lisa stayed with me and my friends…..Later that evening, the boys were playing video games getting wasted… I was showing Lisa my bedroom… taking a break from the crowd…..We started making out… it felt natural…. we stripped off completely… bahis firmaları she lay down on the bed….. she looked so damn young… the lighting was perfect and she gulped as she watched me crawl between her legs… my maybe bigger than average dick firm in hand….Now this had all happened naturally… like how a man and a woman.. this case an older man and very young teen… would begin to fuck….She looked at me with her young beautiful face and eyes… and calmly said… I’m a virgin….Holly fuck… I nearly blew right then…. it stoked me… I actually blurted that out….she smiled the biggest smile and leaned into kiss me…..Now in the next room loud and ever present were a ton of friends…. her before me was a perfect young teen virgin… naked…. for sure about to take my dick….Holly fuck….I was super excited…. I tolled her… she smiled so much… was so happy… looked so perfect…..Then threw me a curvy ball that was fucking insane…..the boys were being very loud… kind of distracting… she became nervous… and when she bit her lip….I knew I kaçak iddaa had to be in her….there was a nock at the door… a random stupid question… an interruption….the looks on her face were real….. she was really pissed… at them… she was about to lose virginity… it wasn’t planed… and they were interrupting this special moment……..I actually stopped…… pulled her up… kissed her… and asked her if we could possibly wait until they all went home….. because I wanted it to be special for her…..With the biggest smile across her face… she kissed me… said absolutely… asked if could stay the entre night… um yes for fucking sure… then giggled at how hard I was….I told her that it would be hard to wait that long to cum… she lay back and smiled…. she said…. I’m a virgin… but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been cum on…. she bit her lip and spread wide….. I gripped my dick….As I stroked fully erect in posture and dick…. she held my other hand…. watching…. moaning…. edging her pussy closer…….I told her I wanted to cum in her now…. kaçak bahis I wanted to wait… it was hard… so hard not to cum in her…..Then came the actual curve ball…… she moved up so that she was squatting with me pumping slowly… barely touching her pussy…….. she kissed me and said… you are my first….She slid the tip… just the tip into her… barely into her… whispered cum… I did…. the moment the last letter passed her lips….. my seed was gushing in and out f her….. it puddled in her tiny virgin pussy… unable to go deep it poured out… she gasped… was shaking so hard… As I shuddered and moaned… she giggled… kissed me softly and whispered…. later you will pop my entire cherry……. we laughed and I almost slid into her…. she felt the pain and jumped off…. nope… later….We dressed… kissed… teased… and went back to the group…. we actually had a great remainder of the night with the guys… then when the last one had gone…. after some making out and smoking…She stood up… took my hand and said….. it is time…. as she led me to my room and my bed…..FYI…. she was one hundred percent a virgin…. she lost it in an absolutely special way… I will forever be the best fuck she ever had… something she will never forget and neither will I.

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