Roommate Auditions

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You hear a lot about how kids these days are staying at home, they can’t get jobs, lazy-ass bums. Well, mine weren’t like that. My kids were born when I was pretty young, and by the time I hit my forties they were out of the house. I don’t want to dwell on it but I lost my wife before we got to twenty-five and I raised four kids on my own. I got a great job and a fifteen-year mortgage and so there I was, forty-two years old with an empty house, paid-for. The job had a deal where if you stayed twenty-five years you got the full package, and I had a few years left, so I didn’t want to move out yet.

The house is a split-level with five bedrooms, if you can believe that. I converted the basement for two of them, and there are three upstairs. I have always believed in having a “lived-in” house, not a showroom, but I did quite a bit of work on it. I’ve got a family room in the back, carpeted with the entertainment center and some exercise equipment and a little bar, the living room is on the middle level, there is a library near the front of the house, ground level.

At this age I am not really excited about the idea of spending money going out to meet women. I love women, but the whole dating game is crazy. Everybody is on their best behavior, trying to impress each other, and the sexual thing is awkward as fuck. They don’t want to be slutty and you don’t want to be a perv or, these days, a predator, so you start slow and eventually decelerate until there is no fire left at all and nobody gets what they really want. Not my style. Unfortunately the scripts that society provides us by default all steer a relationship away from passion and toward marriage, which I am definitely not interested in.

I don’t even remember how I got the idea but it instantly made sense. Here I am with a big house in the suburbs, a good job, and no lovin’. I had no desire for the commitment of a relationship, but like I say I love women, and I don’t mean just sexually, I mean I like them as people. I love the conversation, the joking, the challenge, and warmth of a pretty smile. So, I thought, what if I had a woman move in with me? Not as a lover, though I would hope it would be sexual, a woman to move in and share the house and fuck me now and then. She would be getting a deal, free rent, and I would have some companionship and a little pussy now and then.

I had to think it through. For instance, I could advertise for a maid or live-in cleaning lady, and somehow make it clear I was expecting more, but … I didn’t want a cleaning-lady. I wanted a woman, a smart, sexy, grown-up woman, my equal. I didn’t want a whore, either, a woman who considered sex a professional service. What did I want?

I sat down at the computer and tried some wording, and came up with this: “ISO Uninhibited woman 20-35 to share house rent-free. References, please.”

I decided on the reference thing so I could check on them and so I wouldn’t get somebody who would come in and steal my shit and disappear.

I left that on the screen for a while and thought about it. It kind of sounded like a fantasy but hey, I’m single, I’m self-sufficient, I can’t see anything wrong with it. But as I considered it I realized I had just cracked open the lid of this Pandora’s box and peeked in. Was this what I really wanted, a woman to live in the house with me?

Actually, no, if I let my mind go a little bit, I realized, I actually did not want to solicit some random person to be my roommate and live-in lover. I have five bedrooms. One for me, and four for…

I changed one letter: “ISO Uninhibited women 20-35 to share house rent-free. References, please.”

I slept on it, and next day posted it on Craigslist.

Man, I did not anticipate the response I got. Within three hours I had received more than forty email replies. A lot were stupid, women who wanted to have sex for money mainly but also some that were simply inappropriate. I narrowed it down to about ten and crafted personalized replies to them.

One wrote: “I am 25 y/o and college grad working as intern. Can’t pay rent. Quiet, a reader, and yes uninhibited. Merrie.”

My reply would set the foundation for a relationship and I wanted it to be right. Not lecherous but I needed to make it clear that sex was part of the deal. “Hi Merrie. I am a single man, 42, with a big house. I would like to share my life with happy loving women. Please send details and references. Mike.”

Merrie wrote back within the hour. “Hi Mike. I am interested but need to be careful. Are you expecting to have sex with these “uninhibited women?” And is any woman living there now?”

My reply: “Yes, I want this to be a sexual thing, and more. I am not looking for a wife or even a lover but want some joy and love in my house. This is not a personal commitment on your part, though I would not want you to bring men here.”

Merrie replied with a smiley face and some names of three people who lived in the city. I did not call them. My reply: “When can you come for an interview?”

Her bahis firmaları reply: “Tomorrow is good.”

Now, I am telling you about Merrie but at the same time I had eight other women responding. Dolly was a thirty-year-old divorcee; Debby was twenty-two and sounded immature to me; Wendy was twenty-six and worked in an office … and so on. Some sounded better than others and I prioritized my replies.

The next day, Wednesday, I took an “alternative schedule” day off to meet with Merrie. I found I was actually a little nervous. I have never been a “wild and crazy guy,” I am stable, normal, boring even. I knew that I could interview someone and then decide to blow the whole thing off, but still it was a very strange feeling to have someone coming over to apply for the job of live-in fuckmate.

At two o’clock, as planned, a slightly older Toyota pulled into my driveway and parked, and Merrie got out. She looked so young. She wore blue jeans and a kind of peasant blouse and sandals. Her hair was blondish, hanging to her shoulders. Not a lot of makeup. She looked like a college girl… as I recall them.

I opened the door before she knocked.

“Oh,” she said, looking surprised, her fist poised to tap the wood.

“You are Merrie?”

“Yes, and you are Mike, I take it?”

“Come in.”

I offered her some iced tea and she accepted. I could see her eyeballing the house, looking it over for clues that I am a crazed axe-murderer-slash-sex-fiend, and also evaluating whether she could live here. I keep the place pretty neat. There are shoes in the corner and a newspaper on the couch, a couple of dishes in the sink but you know, it’s lived-in. We sat in the overstuffed chairs in the living room.

She kicked it off. “Well, this seems like an unusual arrangement you are working on here.”

“I suppose,” I said. “My kids are grown, it’s just me, I thought I might as well have a happy life here. I can live a dream, can’t I?”

“And it’s not just me, you are planning to have other women here too?”

“Yes.”

“And they will have sex with you, too?”

“I don’t know how it will work,” I said. “But yes. I don’t want to own anybody, don’t want to marry anybody. I imagine a nice, open, loving group.”

“And will they have sex with each other, too?” Merrie asked.

“Huh, good question,” I responded. “Great question. Would you want to?”

Merrie smiled. “I see, so you are not going to be, like, in charge. Does it matter to you if we want to have sex or not?”

“Yes, of course.” I was a little shocked and disoriented. “This isn’t like slaves or something.”

“Okay, so what if a lady moves in and then doesn’t want to have sex with you?”

I had not thought about this. Of course, I had my little fantasy where everybody was happy but … “I guess she would move out again.”

“So sex with you is a requirement for living here.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“So it isn’t really like sex-slaves but they kind of owe you.”

“Merrie, it isn’t like sex slaves at all. If they want to stay here and have sex with me then good. If they don’t, that is also fine. They can move on.”

“And what if we want to have sex with each other?”

“I don’t see how that could be a problem,” I said. “In fact, it sounds like fun it two or three wanted to come spend the night in my bed with me.”

Merrie was watching me. “It could be fun,” she said. “Depends on who it is.” She did not smile, though I felt like giving her a big kiss.

“That’s always the case, isn’t it,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to go to bed with just anyone.”

“I have an idea,” she said. “When you have chosen the first woman, let her help you pick the next one. Then let them help you pick the next ones and so on.”

“Would you like to see the place?” I asked. I was pretty sure Merrie would work out.

“Yes,” she said.

I walked her through the house. She had a definite preference for the front bedroom. She looked into the shower stall, opened closets in the basement, walked through the back yard.

“What are your neighbors going to think?”she asked me.

“What?”

“The neighbors. They are going to see a bunch of people here, a bunch of cars.”

“They won’t care.”

“Uh huh,” she said, ominously. Back in the living room she asked, “So are you going to want to audition me?”

“Audition you?”

“Yeah, maybe we are incompatible.”

“Sexually, you mean?”

“Of course.”

“I had not thought of that,” I said.

“I don’t want to move in and have to fuck you if we aren’t into it,” she said.

“Well to tell you the truth I do not like the idea of auditioning someone sexually. It sounds creepy.”

“Yeah, it does,” she said. “But nobody is going to want to move in on those terms, if they don’t know.”

“Oh, so you’d be auditioning me, actually.” I am a little slow sometimes.

She smiled finally. “Yes. It would be that.”

I scratched my head like a bumpkin. “So how do we go about that?”

Merrie had kaçak iddaa a paradoxical expression on her face. She was partly laughing at me and partly nervous. “Well, Mike,” she said finally. “I guess your bedroom would be the place to start.”

“You want to have sex right now?”

“Dude, it’s your fantasy,” she laughed. “I just answered an ad. You want a houseful of women to fuck, you gotta start somewhere.”

I should say, Merrie was actually a beauty. Or a cutie maybe. She was slim and healthy looking with big brown eyes and a few freckles. An all-American hometown girl, really. She seemed like the kind that would cross a flooded river on a slippery tree-trunk, just to see what was on the other side. She was looking at me. It was my move. “Okay,” I said, “You up for a roll in the hay?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she said.

I took her hand and led her into the bedroom and kissed her gently.

“So that’s part of it – kissing?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “Definitely.”

“Good,” she said, and we kissed again. She opened her mouth and our tongues came out and there was a moment where neither of us knew what to do. That moment quickly dissolved though in a deep, passionate kiss. “Good,” she said again as we pulled apart.

I had my arms around her and began caressing her back, her ribcage, eventually her breasts, and I kissed her again. She reached behind herself to unhook the bra and my hands came up under the front of her blouse. It was a cotton top with lace around the sleeves and throat and I pulled it up from the waist to toss it over her head. Her bra fell on the floor and she stood before me like a shy goddess. I had to stare. Her small breasts were hard and the nipples puckered in a most inviting way. She watched me watching her, with a sense of vulnerability that made her irresistible. I touched her breasts and lowered my head to suck one and she pulled me tight with a gasp.

She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off, with her cotton panties, while I was preoccupied, and she stood naked in my room. I stepped back and looked at her. “You are beautiful,” I said. She did not reply. Her arms were slender and her thighs were strong and long.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching for the snap of my trousers. She popped it open and pulled my pants down, leaving my underwear. She unbuttoned my shirt and threw it on the floor. “Better,” she said.

It had been a few months since I was with anyone. It’s like riding a bike, you don’t forget, though you might fall off the first couple of times back. I walked Merrie to the bed and pulled down the covers, I kicked off my underpants and we lay down.

I did feel like she was auditioning me. But at the same time I did not want to go all-out with my best game and set a precedent I couldn’t sustain. We lay together and I kissed her and rolled her onto her back so that my hand could move over her skin. She had a perfect flat tummy and breasts that pointed at the sky, a narrow waist and she flared nicely out at the hips – a head-turner, the kind that causes accidents and doesn’t know it. She closed her eyes when we kissed but had them open otherwise, watching me.

I cupped her breast and stroked it, closing my fingers over the nipple, and she shivered visibly. Her hand came down to my cock and she held it and stroked it, pumping lightly. I think I am statistically average there, I have never had a complaint but actually nobody has ever said anything about my penis. It works, I think, normally. It meets the minimal standard, and that has been good enough for everybody so far. The touch of her fingers on me was thrilling and I sprang to full length right away.

I let my hand wander to her pussy. She had a sparse tuft of pale pubic hair that framed thin, dainty labia and a tidy little clitoris under a perfect little soldier’s-hat of a hood. She shifted her hips to respond to me and gave a little moan.

Then, surprisingly, she rolled onto her side, facing me, which forced me onto my back. She had my cock in her hand and began jacking it off slowly, looking at it. Then she threw her legs over my body and sat on my stomach.

I figured she was ready to fuck, but that was not actually what she had in mind. She raised her body and worked her way forward until her pussy was over my mouth. She reached her hands out to brace herself against the wall at the head of my bed and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

This was definitely not what I had expected. Her pussy had a sweet smell with a hint of musk, a clean smell. It was not dripping wet but moist, and she leaned forward over me so that her clitoris was right over my mouth. I extended my tongue and gave it a flick and could feel the earthquake ricochet through her body. “Mmm,” she moaned softly, pressing her pussy against my mouth. My nose was buried in her flesh but I found I could breathe through my mouth as I opened it to tongue her clitoris. After a few seconds she shifted her hips and I found my flapping tongue was licking between her labia, and kaçak bahis then she dropped her vagina on my tongue and pressed down. She let me munch on her vaginal opening, which was becoming very wet, for a minute or so and then quickly slid back so I had her clitoris again. I flicked it hard with my tongue and sucked it and she brought her hands to my ears and held my head as she let out a sound that I can only describe as resembling a wolf’s howl. Her body froze and she howled and then I could feel her thighs trembling and quaking, and after about a half a minute it settled down again.

Merrie lifted herself off my face a few inches and scooted back on my body. She reached under herself and took hold of my cock and began rubbing it against her pussy. She smiled down at me, smirked really, and said, “Oh, I like that.” She kept doing it for perhaps a minute and then her eyes glazed over and she once again shivered and shouted with an orgasm.

It only took a twitch for her to slip my cock into her pussy, and she sat back on me, taking me deep. I was watching her face and she was watching mine, I think she was checking to see if I was going to lose it, shoot my load – I am sure she would not want to make a commitment to move in with a premature ejaculator. I was good, and she rocked her hips subtly at first, getting used to the feel of me, testing me, and then her movements grew in amplitude as she fucked more of my length. She pumped me at a medium tempo and began grinding her clit against my pubic bone, at first paying attention to my reaction but then allowing her own self indulgence until she exploded once more. Even during her orgasm I could see she was watching me, checking to make sure I did not go over the edge.

Then she slid forward and my cock came out of her. “That was great,” she said, toppling forward with her head on my shoulder. “What do you think? Do I get the front bedroom?”

“Well, uh,” I began. “Are we finished?”

She lifted her head and looked at me. “This was an audition, right?”

“Well, yeah,” I said. “I guess.”

“So, let me guess, you wanted to come.”

“Well, I, uh, it is kind of the usual thing.”

“You are talking about having what, four women living here? Banging them all?”

“Yeah, well I don’t know.”

“Mike you don’t want to come every time.”

“But, ” I paused, searching for words, “Isn’t that the point?”

She sat up, cross-legged, and looked seriously at me. “You don’t really think so, do you?”

It was throwing me. I didn’t have an answer. “I do expect to have my fun, too,” I said.

“Do you know what Karezza is?” she asked me. I did not. “Karezza is a kind of sex they practiced in the free-love communes in America in the eighteen hundreds. Everybody was fucking everybody, and so the deal was, the men just didn’t come. Women could have as many orgasms as they wanted, but the guys, no.”

“And the men thought that was okay?”

“Dude, they were banging as many women as they could handle. They were not complaining.”

“But…”

“How do you feel after you come? Are you ready for more?”

“Well, no, not for a while. Like, maybe a few hours, or the next day.”

“Yeah, after a guy comes he is a pain in the ass. He loses interest in the girl, he wants to sleep, I vote that you don’t come.”

“I’ll have to think about it.”

“Sure. Do you want to? I can make you come right now if you want.” She took my still-hard cock in her hand. But it seemed like a dumb idea, like she was treating me like a little kid.

“Naw,” I said. “You have a point. I’m not quite buying it, but like you said, it is just an audition.”

“So I can get the front bedroom?”

I smiled and pulled her face down to kiss me. “That sounds good,” I said. “Number One Girl, front bedroom.”

We showered and looked at her room. It had a bed in it, and she said she would bring her things over the next few days. “Who else applied?” she asked.

“Oh I have a list,” I said.

“Let me see it.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean, ‘why?’ You aren’t just choosing roommates for yourself now.”

Merrie and I sat at the kitchen table and I went through the names, describing each one as far as I knew. I had exchanged texts with a couple of them. She listened intently and had some questions. She liked the idea of an older woman, thirtyish, and honestly I did too. So while she was there I composed a note to Dolly, explaining the situation, that I had one roommate so far, and we waited for a response.

It didn’t take long. Within a minute my computer beeped and Dolly had replied. “This sounds exciting,” she wrote. “I am a kind of conservative girl but I look forward to something more interesting in life.”

“Conservative in what way?” I wrote back. “Trump?”

She replied within seconds. “Oh no, are you kidding?”

After conferring with Merrie I typed, “OK, good. So can you come over tomorrow to meet us?”

We agreed on ten the next morning. Merrie teased me: “See, you could have auditioned her this afternoon if you’d wanted.”

“Point taken,” I nodded.

“Tomorrow we can audition her together,” Merrie said.

I looked at her and she laughed. “What, you don’t get to have all the fun,” she said.

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Room Mates Pt. 05

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“So after a passable three course meal and enough wine to make me frisky he took me back to his place and fucked me with all the finesse of a jackrabbit! The idiot talked all through dinner about how well travelled he thought he was but had no clue where the clitoris was. Had to nip into McDonalds on the way home for a cheeseburger and a wank in the bathroom! “

Sammie almost choked on her cappuccino and glanced nervously around her, hoping no-one had heard her.

Judging by the scowl on the face of the woman at the table next to them mopping milk foam of her son’s face it was too late. Sammie was grateful to the waitress for dropping a neat pile of napkins on her table for diverting attention. Sophia was obviously on a roll.

“It’s just outrageous Sammie really, we spend hours plucking, waxing, primping and flossing for these dickheads and not only can’t they make an effort in the wooing but most of them aren’t even average at the fucking! I had a Brazilian for god’s sake! That shit hurts… I expect at least two decent orgasms in return for that kind of effort!”

Sammie nodded, Sophia didn’t really need the encouragement.

“They just make me sick! I’m just glad I wasn’t wearing my best underwear. That would have been a total waste! I mean, honest to god Sammie, if you could have seen this guy! Good looking, built, cock like a racehorse… “

Sammie coughed again and caught the waitress’s eye. She grinned and Sammie shrugged apologetically. Even after all these years, Sophia hadn’t changed. Straight talking didn’t even start to cover it.

“Anyway, enough about Mr Shit Fuck. Tell me everything about you and your trip to Seductionville. What happened? Please tell me he rocked your world! If I’m not getting any I sure as shit hope you are!”

Sammie glanced at the waitress again and although her back was turned as she wiped a nearby table, she just knew she was listening.

“Soph… you really are nosy!”

“And…”

“And I’m not sure I want to talk about it. Not yet.”

“Oh come on! Friends share! I gave you all of my best tips and you can’t even slip me a few details! I haven’t even asked you who he is… I just want to know that my friend is getting her shag on!”

Sammie laughed as Sophia pouted and leant forward,

“I’ll share this… Whilst he hasn’t really touched me yet, he has already given me the best orgasms of my life and I’m certain he knows where the clitoris is!”

Sophia slammed her palms onto the table and shrieked,

“Fuckin’ A! Finally!”

The waitress was most certainly hovering…

“Although Sammie, I have to ask… Why hasn’t he touched you yet?”

“We’re taking it slow Soph. It’s nice… It’s better than nice actually.”

“Slow? Nice? Rather you than me. Did you blindfold him like I suggested?”

Sammie nodded and Sophia frowned,

“Are you sure this guy isn’t gay Sammie? Because if you did that he should have been pounding you into the mattress within minutes!”

Sammie rolled her eyes, “I love you Soph but you really so think like a man sometimes. Just because we haven’t had sex yet doesn’t mean he’s gay. We’ve done… things!”

“You need to do everything!! Shag him! Find out what he’s made of!”

Sammie thought of Jake, naked on her bed licking her juices of her vibrator as his hard cock throbbed between them. She knew what he was made of…

“Maybe he’s shy?”

The waitress obviously couldn’t contain herself any longer and leant forward offering her thoughts. Sophia laughed and gestured for her to take a seat which güvenilir bahis to Sammie’s chagrin, she did.

“He’s not shy.”

Sophia cocked her head at Sammie,

“She’s the shy one. I’m Sophia. This is Sammie.”

“Helen. Nice to meet you. So what are you going to do about Not-so-shy guy?”

Sammie looked at Sophia who just grinned and sipped her latte. Turning to Helen she shrugged.

“Well if I can offer a suggestion. Have you considered really wicked lingerie?”

…

Sammie took in her reflection and laughed. From the neck up she looked the same but from the neck down… damn!

Sophia and Helen both thought that Jake was shy and needed a prod and Sammie couldn’t bring herself to tell them the truth, that they were playing a drawn out game of seduction. So when Helen had suggested playing dress up and Sophia’s eyes had lit up Sammie just went along.

Truthfully she was glad to have a hand to play and taking in her reflection she was certain Jake would enjoy it.

The royal blue of the satin underwear complimented her pale skin and the high cut panties made her legs look longer. She turned to admire the way the bra held her breasts and made them seem even larger than normal.

If the panties weren’t crotchless and the bra wasn’t peephole the set would be something she’d wear often. As it was she’d only be wearing it for tonight and hopefully not for long.

Tying up the matching knee length robe she left her room and found Rosie and Jake laughing in the kitchen. Leaning against the worktop with his arms folded Jake grinned when he saw her. Rosie was diligently loading the dishwasher, her back to Sammie.

Taking a deep breath, Sammie untied the robe and flashed him, her eyes holding his as he stared at her. From across the room Sammie saw his jaw slacken and his breath hitch and revelled in the effect she had on him. Grinning she cocked her hip and beckoned him with her finger and glanced down to stare obviously as his crotch. Jake choked and Rosie stood and closed the dishwasher door as Sammie dashed off to Jake’s room.

Covering her mouth with her hand she muffled her laughter at her own daring and re-robed herself, wondering what he’d do next.

Within seconds he opened the door and had her pinned to the wall, his denim covered cock already hardening and pressed against her stomach. He took her mouth and filled it with his tongue, his hands opening her robe and teasing her bare nipples. Sammie mewled as he lifted her leg and pressed his erection against her bare pussy, the worn denim rubbing her clit and sobbed as he squeezed her breasts in his palms.

“Minx!”

Pulling back slightly, Jake gazed down at her, his pupils dilated and his breathing heavy. Sammie felt the blush creep up her neck and nervously pulled the edges of the robe over her body. Unhappy with that, Jake caught her wrists in his and held her hands over her head, kissing her lavishly as he pinned her to the wall.

“No way Sammie! You flashed me that beautiful body. The least you can do now is let me look at you.”

For what seemed like an eternity, Jake stared at her, his free hand tracing her skin. Desperately Sammie rubbed against his erection pleading with him for more.

“Baby… you’re killing me! Here you are all gift wrapped and my sister is down the hall taking a shower. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were teasing me!”

His grin showed he was joking but the mention of Rosie quelled Sammie’s desire. Sliding her leg down his, she looked up at him and tired to pull her wrists free. türkçe bahis Shaking his head, Jake pulled his t shirt from his body and pressed against her, the hair on his chest abrading her nipples. She squeaked as he gripped her thigh and rocked against her core, kissing her as he dry humped her, his fingers sliding around to squeeze her ass.

Groaning Jake stroked up to her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

“Can you keep quiet baby? I need to taste you.”

Sammie sobbed as Jake sucked her nipple into his mouth, his lips firm as he flicked her with his tongue. Down the hall, they could hear the shower running and the off key Taylor Swift song Rosie was butchering and she felt him smile against her skin.

“Look at me Sammie. Watch me suck your tits.”

Staring down she held his eyes as he grazed her breast with his teeth, gently nipping her before sucking the visible flesh into his mouth. His tongue fluttered against her as he devoured her and she couldn’t contain the moan of pleasure as he bit down.

Jake gently covered her mouth with his hand and turned his attention of her other breast, licking her nipple before catching it between his teeth and pulling. Trapped between his body and the wall, Sammie shook as he increased the suction and pulled him closer with her thigh. Releasing her with a slow lick Jake replaced his hand with his mouth and kissed a path to her ear,

“Your tits are perfect baby. I want to suck on them until you cum. Feel you wet my cock as I play with your nipples.”

Sammie mumbled incoherently as he licked the shell of her ear,

“I’ll squeeze them together and suck on both titties until you’re begging me to stop. But I won’t stop Sammie. I won’t stop until you are screaming my name…”

Sliding his hand down her trembling stomach Jake cupped her bare pussy and slid his fingers through her wetness,

“Fuck Sammie! You’re so wet! You like that idea huh?”

Nodding wildly she hissed as his fingers found her clit and rubbed circles over the sensitive flesh,

“You have no idea how badly I want to bury my cock inside your sweet body baby. To fill you up and make you mine…”

He slowly pushed a finger inside of her and she yelped, causing them both to still. Down the hall Rosie was still proclaiming that they were never ever getting back together and Jake laughed before kissing Sammie and adding a second finger to her dripping pussy. He thrust deeply before withdrawing and coating her clit with the moisture, sending her into spasms before repeating the motion.

“I love how needy you are baby. How badly you want this…” He sucked her bottom lip and flicked her clit, “I love that shy sweet Sammie would wear such sexy underwear and flash me in the kitchen…” Jake stroked her tongue with his own and pushed three fingers inside of her, groaning as she clamped down, “I love how tight you are, I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”

Outside the singing stopped and they heard the shower turn off. Sammie was still clenching Jake’s fingers but everything else stopped. Sammie’s eyes widened as the sound of Rosie’s footsteps echoed down the hallway and she caught her breath. Jake slid his fingers from her pussy and ran them over his lips, sucking the taste of her into his mouth,

“If my sister wasn’t here right now Sammie…”

Aroused beyond measure and desperate to cum, Sammie winked at him,

“She’s going to take at least five minutes to get dressed Jake. Surely you can do something interesting in five minutes!”

Jake barked güvenilir bahis siteleri out a laugh and pinched her nipple causing her to whimper,

“You’re so wet Sammie I doubt it’ll take 60 seconds!”

Grinning Sammie widened her legs and blew him a kiss,

“Times a’wasting Jake… or are you just a big talker? I never thought you were cocky but now I’m not so sure!”

Laughing he shook his head,

“You know what happens when you say bad words Sammie… Hold on baby.”

Jake covered her mouth and thrust three fingers inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. As promised, within 60 seconds Sammie was coming apart, spasming around his fingers and shaking.

If his hands weren’t holding her upright she would have slid to the floor in a puddle of joy and happily stayed there. And if his mouth hadn’t captured her yelps Rosie would have walked in on the pair of them.

Jake slid his fingers from her body and released her wrists, sliding his arm around her waist and holding her close as he kissed her gently. Sammie wrapped her arms around his neck and shivered as the aftershocks of his touch left her body.

“Do you still think I’m cocky Sammie?”

Smiling she shook her head, and slid her hands down to his ass pulling him close eliciting a groan as his erection dug into her stomach,

“I never did Jake but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“And you were desperate?”

Sammie opened her mouth to respond but Rosie’s voice beat her to it,

“JAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEE!! PHONE!”

Stepping back Jake pulled on his t shirt and opened the door, hiding Sammie from view.

“It’s called a mobile for a reason dickhead! It’s portable. It’s your office.”

Jake took the phone as Rosie turned away

“Honestly Jake, do I look like your secretary?!”

Grinning Jake closed the door and took the call, watching Sammie as she preened under his gaze. Rosie would be going out soon and she’d get Jake alone. Not that being pinned to the wall hadn’t been fantastic because it had but she couldn’t wait to be pinned to his bed… beneath his hot hard naked body. She shivered in anticipation and almost missed the change in him.

He sat on the edge of his bed and held his head in his hand,

“Tonight? Really? Can’t someone else go?”

Whoever was on the other end of the call wasn’t relenting and Sammie felt her plans for the evening evaporate,

“What time is my flight? Okay. No, no, I understand. Thanks.”

Ending the call Jake threw the handset on the bed and sighed. Gazing up at Sammie’s partially clothed body he swallowed and held his hands out to her. Pulling her close and pressing a kiss to her stomach Jake spoke,

“I have to fly to fucking Germany! Tonight! Now. I’m so sorry Sammie. I wanted spend the night inside you not in some fucking airplane.”

Sammie stroked his hair and took a deep breath. She wanted to cry with frustration but held it back. After all, she wasn’t the one left unsated.

Pulling back, Sammie retied her robe for the final time and turned towards the door,

“It’s okay Jake. There will be other nights… If you still want to that is.”

He was off the bed and on her in seconds, his hands gripping the robe and stroking her skin, his mouth hot against her neck,

“I want! I will always want! Don’t doubt that fact for a fucking second Sammie!”

She smiled sadly and Jake cupped her face in his hands, kissing her deeply, lots of passion, lots of tongue,

“I am not finished with you yet baby, not by a long shot. Believe that!”

Sammie nodded and opened the door, glancing out to check Rosie’s door was closed. Stepping out into the hall she turned back,

“Raincheck?”

Jake grinned broadly,

“Baby… I am fucking praying for rain!”

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Romantic Bathbub Evening

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Setting, A candle lit bathroom, a full Jacuzzi bathtub with rose pedals sprinkled over the surface, the temperature of the water is just right, the candles providing ambient warm light.

You are sitting on the counter, your hair shining with the candles light, you’re gazing in my eyes, and we share eye contact. I come closer to you. We are both naked, ready to take a bath, I lean down and move my lips on to yours, softly kissing you, licking them from side to side, when you finally part them and let my tongue sink into your mouth. We kiss.

My hands are exploring every inch of your body, you are moaning at the warm touch my hands leave on you, they enjoy the feel of your bare skin, I cup your breasts, and break our kiss, my hands kneading your breasts, I trail my lips along your neck, gently kissing it and licking it, my lips reach your collarbone, where I kiss it gently, finally my lips descend to your bare breasts, my tongue tickles your nipple a little and you moan, I take it in my mouth and start sucking on it, circling it with my tongue, my hands get hold of your butt and start kneading it.

You slide off the counter and into my arms, I embrace you, you put your hands on my chest, I lean my head down and kiss the top of your head, you look up at me and you smile, you get on your tippy toes and start kissing me, weaving your hands through my hair. You look at me and whisper that you want me to eat you out, you go to the filled bathtub, you sit on the edge, I grab a towel put it on the tile floor, and kneel in between your parted legs, I lean into your vagina and I make contact bahis firmaları with your lips, my tongue gently parts your lips as I let it explore your clit, your wetness smells good, I kiss around your pussy, and my lips around your clit again and I start sucking on it, I suck on it gently licking it in circles, you moan, harder and harder, one of your hands is holding you up from falling in the tub the other is playing with your breast pinching your nipple, I keep on sucking your clit, I push a fingering your pussy and you lose hold and fall in the tub, we both giggle, the finger I had in you, I look at it making sure you see me, and I put it in my mouth, and suck your juices off of it.

You wink at me and tell me to join you in the tub, I crawl over the edge of the tub and into the water with you, I start kissing your face, licking your lips as one of my hands works on your pussy, rubbing your clit and slowly penetrating you with 2 fingers.

You pull me close to you, and you tell me, fuck me baby, fuck me, you are lying in the tub under water, and me on top of you, the rose pedals clinging to your breasts and the rest of your body as well as mine. You reach down in between your legs and take my dick in your hands and you guide me in, I kiss your lips letting my tongue deep in there, as I start pumping my cock in and out of you, you start moaning, I feel your breasts touching my chest, my cock spreading your pussy lips, your wet hair fragranced by your shampoo, I keep kissing you and making sweet love to you, as you moan, my cock pumping in and out of you, you tell me you want to switch kaçak iddaa positions, I withdraw from you, you get on your knees your butt sticking out, I lean down and kiss it, spreading your glistening butt cheeks, I lean in further and start licking around your asshole, probing my tongue in it licking around, you moan harder, my finger start pumping your pussy, and I start inserting another one in your ass, you moan harder, I insert another in your pussy, while licking around your asshole, I kiss your butt cheeks, I reach over and grab some baby oil and dribble it all over your ass, I start rubbing it in, occasionally probing two fingers into your ass, you feel loose enough, I position myself behind you and start letting it in your ass, you scream, and moan.

You reach behind and spread your ass cheeks for me, I put my hands on your shoulders and slam you down onto my hips, I lean down and kiss your back, my balls are slamming against your pussy, water is splashing every where, you put one hand to your pussy while the other is still spreading, and you start rubbing your clit, and putting fingers in your pussy, you tell me you’re about to cum, I keep fucking your ass, your butt slamming against my pelvis, as you are launched into an orgasm you start cumming all over your fingers, you take your fingers out and suck them dry, I take my cock out of your ass and it leaves a gaping hole, and in one fell swoop I put it up your pussy, you moan harder and harder, I start slamming it into you with all my force, at full speed, you are yelling as my balls launch themselves at your clit slapping it at kaçak bahis every inward stroke I make, my hands are on your hips and I’m slamming my dick into you as far as it will go, I?m moaning and rose pedals are flying everywhere, I keep up slamming you moan and scream my name.

You tell me that you want to be on top of me, I take my dick out of you and your turn around you lick the tip and take it in your mouth a couple of times, you tell me to lay down in the tub and you get on top of me, you reach down and guide me into your pussy you let yourself down on my prick, you roll your eyes in the back of your head and moan in ecstasy, you start moving up and down, moaning and screaming, my dick growing with you, you look at me your hands on my chest, my hands on your breasts, kneading them and pinching their nipples, you move your pussy up and down on my shaft, making it thicker and harder with each stroke, I look at you look at me, we silently decide to cum, you start moving your hips in circles and up and down biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes, I put my hands on your ass and help your up and down, water (whatever is left of it in the tub) is splashing everywhere. you start moaning deeply, I moan too, your pussy start clenching my cock, as you start cumming again, your muscles grabbing my cock, milking it of precum, you yell my name as your are orgasming, your pussy is so hot it starts making me cum, you start getting squirt after squirt of my hot sperm in your pussy, you moan and yell, enjoying this so much, my cum is squirting deep inside of you..

You lean down and we kiss passionately, we lay there in the hot water my cock softening in your moist pussy, we kiss some more, you feel safe on my chest and you close you eyes, I kiss your forehead, as we regain our strengths……

The End

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RockyxSallie – Coochy Coochy

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Rocky was just about to drift in the irresistible sensation of sleep when he heard a knocking on his door. It could only be Sallie, since she was the only one in the building with him.

Why would she bother him at this time of night?

Sleepily, he called her in.

He heard the door open, but didn’t bother to turn and face her. There was no need to. He laid on his side, dressed in nothing but his black, cotton underwear, his back towards her. Closing his eyes, but still waiting for her reply, only hearing the ascending footsteps towards him, feeling the bed sheet behind him being lifted, and knew for a fact that she was going to cuddle with him.

Normally, they’d be a reason why. But she said nothing. Perhaps she suffered a bad dream, and doesn’t want to think of it. He didn’t question her, he felt her arms wrapping around his waist, holding her hands against his stomach.

Though now, having her body close to his gave him more body warmth, a pleasant sensation beneath the blankets. He didn’t mind. He just left her alone, about to go to sleep.

But her hands moved, and it alerted him to realise what she was doing. She leaned closer, pressing her cheek against his back, her hands unlocking themselves and ran up from his stomach to his chest softly, slowly. It made him smile gently. It felt lovely, pleasing, so comforting. He had missed this sort of interaction with another human being.

He opened his eyes slightly, feeling the petit hands running over the land of his hard body, coming down now, and further down-

Whoa!

His shoulders tighten when her fingers grazed over the top of his pants, silently asking, or searching, for an entrance.

No…N-No, she can’t be serious-

It wasn’t long before he felt her surprisingly cool fingertips touching the hot flesh of his lower stomach, slipping under the front of his pants. The sensation of her hands edging closer bahis firmaları and closer to the one area that was far from asleep. The closeness of her body pressing firmly against his had already rung some bells, alarming his senses alive from their dominant states.

Her hot, round breasts pushed hard against his back. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that thin shirt. He could feel her tightened nipples touching through the fabric and onto his flesh.

His jaw dropped in a silent gasp to feel the palm of her hand stroking downwards now, past the hair and along the base of his cock. He felt his chest tighten, his breathing now unsettling. He said nothing, but felt her moves carefully. Somehow, he could feel her smirking behind his back.

Her hand ran silkily over the ridge of it, finding the tip and running a single finger over the hot head, tickling it tenderly with her fingertips smoothly. Just the sensation of her touching it made it harden quicker by the second. The more she caressed it, the harder and thicker it got.

Rocky’s hand reached for the pillow his head was resting on, digging his fingers in it, gripping it as he felt his blood thicken, his entire body growing burning and responsive to the touches.

He heard Sallie moan sexily behind his back, her lips pressing lovingly against the back of his neck, forcing the little hairs to stand. She loved knowing this was turning him on, and feeling his erection throbbing and harden like a rock certainly rewarded her with the same prize.

She wrapped her fingers around it now, her thumb pressing firmly into the centre of his thickening cock and began to gradually move it up and down. No need to rush, she wanted to tease him for a bit. She had playfully called this ‘revenge’ for all the times Rocky woke Sallie up from her sleep, all because he was hungry for her pussy.

Rocky groaned under his breath as her other kaçak iddaa hand joined, only this time, it cupped his pulsating huge balls, just about cupping both of them in one, rolling them in her hand gradually, occasionally squeezing them tightly, matching the rhythm of her other hand stroking his erection up and down, from base to tip.

The throbbing became more intense at each touch and stroke, hard thuds exploded constantly through his fat cock and massive balls, which now stood predominantly through the cotton of his underwear, making them more sensitive and responsive to her touches, which only made it worse. Rocky tensed up to feel her hand pinching the tip of his cock with her thumb and index finger, fondling with his beating erection.

He could feel her panting and moaning, excruciatingly aroused by this as he himself was, her leg moving up, hugging his hip and pulling him closer to her body. He didn’t move. Suddenly, he was aware of her equally-aroused pussy, the heat from it now touching his lower back, sodden wet panties squelching onto his strong back. He allowed her to do what she had planned. He liked where this was going anyway.

The pace quickened now, her hand beating against the base of his cock, smacking his balls in the process. Her breasts rubbed against his back frantically as she moved, and he bit his lower lip, feeling like a pistol firing in his pants. His breathing becoming ragged, this incredible pounding of burning-white bliss now rushing through his body from his groin was making him rather light-headed.

Sallie’s lips continued to press against the base of his neck, kissing it softly, before she dragged her lips over his flesh and towards his neck, her teeth grazing against it affectionately, nibbling him. Her hands never slowed down. Now, both of her hands had hold of his pounding cock, sending Rocky into a thick cloud of ecstasy, coming close.

She somehow kaçak bahis sensed it. There was something in Rocky’s body language and breathing that told her he was going to come.

Smirking darkly, she bit down into his neck harder now, acting rather dominant for a brief moment, her hands rubbing his solid shaft as fast as she could now, making Rocky struggle a little in her grip. That only aroused her more, how such a powerful, superior figure she had always took commands from was now quivering and struggling in her grasps, caught in her web of lust, shattering his authority for a minute.

His flesh was beginning to sweat now, smouldering, the climax of his orgasm coming quicker and quicker to him. But not now! He didn’t-

“Accept it,” Came a purr beside his ear, followed closely by a kiss and a nibble on the ear-lobe. The command was enough to distract him from the orgasm, and it had caught him off-guard, virtually taking the air from his lungs as his muscles clenched into a pleasurable, heavenly halt.

“Fuck-!” He hissed against the pillow, the hot liquid rushing through his groin and escaped in a relief, trickling down his massive, hot cock, and it didn’t stop. Seemingly, it kept going, and for a moment, Rocky thought he wasn’t going to stop at all. But too engulfed in this ecstasy, he began to aggressively thrust his hips with her hands, forcing the bed to shake at his vigorous movements. “Keep going, keep going-” He panted in breathless anticipation, reclaiming his authority, and she did as she commanded, biting his neck down hard again.

Sallie’s hands kept chafing him wetly, ultimately silencing him into a bliss-coma for a time, eventually calming down.

The two Soldiers remained still for a while, catching their breath. His lover planted several kisses over his shoulder, against his neck, running her tongue over the new indents of her bite-marks on his flesh, gasping for air, her soft, petit body now plastered against his.

Now both wide awake, Rocky glanced over his shoulder and questioned her:

“Why did you do that?”

“I-I felt like it,” Came his cheerful answer.

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Please, if you are under the age of 18, don’t read this material. Just wait a few years and you’ll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy!

Phoenix Arrow

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Ring Ring Ring

Hello?

Hello…is this Mrs Bazel?

Yes this is Mrs Bazel. Can I help you?

Hmmmm, with this little tape, I just know you can.

Who is thi…Oh my GOSH…its YOU!

I’m so glad you remember. Did you miss me?

No! I HATE YOU! How could you have lied about my daughter like that?

Nobody ever said you had to get all horny because of it.

You horrible girl. You humiliated me and worse you humiliated my Jessica. I hate you!

How has she taken the news that her mother is an incestual slut?

I…I’m not a slut. And I’ve never told her about what happened.

No wonder she hasn’t been acting any differently.

I thought she would come home from school in complete tears the next day. But she never did and it’s been two weeks since! What did you do with that tape?

Oh this old thing? So far my girlfriends and I haven’t decided to play it for the school. Instead we just have a blast playing it for ourselves when we have sleep overs. ‘Oh Jessica…Oh please eat my pussy…please eat mommy’s pussy…such a good girl you are…’

STOP IT!!! … STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!

What’s the matter? Embarrassed to hear what a slut mommy you sounded like?

Dame YOU! What the hell do you want from me? To torment me again? I won’t let you this time. I won’t…

Little Jessica hasn’t had to endure all the laughing at school yet has she?

….Silence…

She hasn’t had to learn how badly her mommy wants her daughter’s looooonge tongue up her nasty snatch!

Please don’t say such words, I don’t think of my daughter in that way. You tricked me into saying those things. You told me my daughter was…was…

Having sex with other girls? So naturally you decided to fist that cunny of yours for your trouble.

I don’t know what came over me. I’m a good woman. I’ve never ever acted like that before.

There’s always a first time for everything. I’m sure it would have only been a matter of time before you dragged your daughter into your bedroom and shoved her face between your legs.

I could never do that to my baby, I love her too much…

I bet you love her. Love the sight of seeing her stroll around the house in her underwear. Seeing her flaunt that tight young body before your hungry eyes. Tell me, does she notice the way you lick your lips at her?

Oh why are you torturing me like this again? Wasn’t once good enough? Didn’t you get your sick thrills from my embarrassment already?

No I haven’t.

What do you want now then? I won’t let you trick me again. I won’t let you make a fool of my daughter and I anymore. I won’t!

Oh I don’t think you have much of a choice Mommy dear!

What…what do you mean?

Ahem…the TAPE!

…Silence…

I still think your daughter would be just devastated if we ever decided to play the tape in school. Just imagine the look on her face when she hears you admitting your depraved feelings for your daughter. She’d never be able to show her ugly face in public again!

Please don’t do it. Show some compassion, some humanity. She’d just kill herself if she were to find out.

You mean she wouldn’t be just the happiest teen in the world to hear the squishing sounds of her mother fisting her gaping cunt?

Oh Gosh!

Yes, it would be quite a shame if she were to hear it.

W…what do you want?

Hmmmm, now there’s a question isn’t it?

How much do you want for it? I’ll pay you anything.

Tisk tisk tisk! Is that all your daughter’s dignity is worth to you? Can you even put a price on something like that?

Then…what do you want?

You!

…Silence…

Not what you wanted to hear is it?

Please, lets be serious. I’ll give you Five Hundred dollars for the recording.

You know it really won’t be all that bad for her. I’m sure after a few months of laughter and ridicule, Jessica would learn to deal with the fact that her mother has the hots for her.

Oh Gosh! How can you be so evil?

Evil? No I don’t think so. But BAD…Yep, very very BAD!

A Thousand dollars! I’ll give you a thousand dollars for the tape!

Ahhh…NO!

I don’t know how teenagers now a days can be so cruel. What can posses you to treat a grown woman with such contempt?

I think its fun. Besides, my girlfriends and I have been waiting for a grown woman to play with for some time.

Play with? What do you mean?

Oh you know, the kind of things adult women should NEVER be doing with teenage girls!

You horrible creatures. You girls are going straight to hell, I just know it. I am a good woman! I won’t let you use me for your sick games!

Too late, your already apart of it. And this ‘good’ mommy is going to have to make a group of girls VERY happy or we can always just hit the play button at school.

Why do you want to do this to me?

Because bahis firmaları every girl should have a sexy older woman to play with. Plus, I even think it works the other way around.

How? How does it work the other way around?

Well, like older women actually want to serve younger teens don’t they? Don’t all you mommies get off thinking about groveling at our feet?

Good Heavens! Where do you come up with this?

Come on, we both know its true. You get all wet thinking about kissing your daughter’s pretty toes while she laughs at you. I know you do. Why else did you fist fuck that cunny thinking about her?

STOP IT! I can’t take it any more.

You dirty slut. It hurts to hear the truth doesn’t it?

{SNIFF}

I thought so, its so obvious. Now all there’s left to decide is where we go from here.

Please, I don’t want my daughter to be harmed.

Then you know what decision you have to make.

There has to be another way. Can’t you just accept money and leave us alone?

NOPE!

{SNIFF}{SNIFF} You horrid creature. W…what exactly would I have to do?

What’s the first dirty thought that enters your mind?

Oh NO…

HAH…your so cute! We’re going to have sooo much fun with you and that bod of yours. Tell me, do you have large titties?

I really don’t feel comfortable talking like this.

They better be big. I want there to be something to squeeze when we play with them.

Squeeze? My goodness! Your not going to hurt me are you?

Get off your high horse. You’ll totally get off on us pinching and teasing every inch of that body.

No I wouldn’t. It would be horrible.

I bet your nips are hard right now aren’t they? Thinking about being helplessly naked in a room full of teenage girls gets those nip nips hard as erasers don’t they mommy slut?

Your wrong, they’re not!

I really don’t mind if you start playing with them while we talk. I know how hard it is for older gals like you to sit still when you get turned on.

I don’t want to.

It’s really ok. Just reach under that shirt and pinch those nubs for me ‘kay? Get that frustration out.

Stop it. I won’t let you tell me what to do.

Is your hand underneath your shirt yet?

Please…I…I can’t!

Listen, if your nipples are hard, that means you need to play with them!

No it doesn’t mean that! I don’t have to…

HA! Tricked ya again! Your nipples are hard aren’t they?

Oh Gosh, I’m going to Hell!

No your not, your simply coming to serve a group of very bad girls.

I need help!

Are you pinching those nips yet?

Please don’t make me.

Do it!

{SNIFF}

Are you squeezing them?

Y…no…

Better not send your daughter to school tomorrow. She won’t like what she hears.

Ok ok, please…I’m…I’m pinching my nipples…

Nips! Call them nips!

Um…I’m pinching my nips.

Good mommy, such a slut you are. Don’t forget to give the other one a good tug. OH, and do twist them. I know how exquisite it’ll make you feel.

Ahhh!

Keep playing with them slut. Now as I was saying, you’ll most likely always be naked when your with us!

Naked? But why?

How else are we supposed to laugh and giggle at your bouncing fleshy body as we make you do jumping jacks in front of us?

I’m getting dizzy…

Yes I know, you can hardly wait I’m sure. Doesn’t the thought of it get that puss all juiced?

It doesn’t. I think it’s horribly indecent. The shame of it…

Yes it’s so deliciously indecent. So besides all the petting and teasing we’ll do with you, there will also be plenty of licking and sucking. Most of which will be done by you.

I couldn’t possibly do anything like that. I’ve never even been with another woman before, let alone…

Licked teenage pussy? Tisk tisk tisk, you truly haven’t lived have you.

You won’t stop until I’m degraded beyond belief won’t you?

You’re such a prude. Once you get your first taste, you won’t be able to get your face out from between our legs. You’ll be the one freely degrading yourself for us. You’re such a nasty mommy.

Please stop saying that, I’m really not…

Are you still playing those nips?

Uh…yes…

Pinch harder!

But…but it hurts…

That’s the point. In fact, give those big long nipples a good twisting for me mommy slut!

This is wrong. I can’t continue…

Where did I put that tape?

Owe owe…I’m twisting …Owwwwwe…

I know it hurts, but it also feels wickedly good doesn’t it?

No!

Your a horrible liar, I can hear it in your voice. Your enjoying this aren’t you? Being told to fondle yourself by a teenage girl. Your getting off on this. If your daughter could only see you now, on the phone while reaching under your shirt to twist your own nipples. Tisk tisk tisk…What would she think?

Heaven forbid!

Actually, shouldn’t she be arriving home about now? Where exactly are you with the phone?

I’m…in the living room…

Perfect. Take off your shirt!

WHAT? WHY?

So kaçak iddaa that when Jessica walks through that door, she can see her horny mother playing with her own titties.

NEVER! I’ll run…I’ll hide. I can’t let her catch me like this. Please don’t make me!

I am losing patience with you slut. DO IT!

Oh will this torment ever end?

Oh come on, its only just begun. I personally can’t wait till I have you in my room between my legs.

Y..yyour legs?

Hmmmm yes, my young firm legs. Does the idea catch your attention?

Its disgusting, I can’t…

Does the idea of being encased between my thighs do it for you? Looking up into my dripping pussy moments before…

STOP! Please don’t say anymore!

You already know that it’ll happen. Tell me, do you like getting your tushy spanked?

Spanked? You want to give me a spanking to?

Not me, but Samantha has always had a thing for it. She’ll get that mommy butt all red and soar when she’s through with you, over and over and over.

You can’t do this to me, I’m not a child! I’m a grown woman!

Exactly! Why, you wouldn’t enjoy it?

No! What woman could enjoy a spanking by teenage girls?

I actually think you would. Just imagine wiggling that big butt as it gets swatted to our giggles. You’d drench Mary’s knees with your mommy juice in no time.

NEVER!

Is that shirt off yet?

Please let me put it back on, this is crazy. She could be home any moment!

You know what my answer will be. Now keep playing with those rock hard nips till that puss is all wet and puffy! Wait, now that I think about it, is your pussy wet now?

I…ah…what?

I know it has to be. All that nipple tugging has to be having an effect on you. Reach a finger down there and let me know.

Oh this is too much. I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.

I’m waiting…

Right here? In the middle of the living room? But Jessica…

I told you to check your leaking pussy, so do it NOW!

Yes…I’m a little wet…

A little?

…Silence…

Take off your panties!

NO!

I’m afraid I must incest.

But why?

Because I want you to play with yourself while we talk.

Ohhhh, But my baby will be home any minute. Its too risky! Please let me go upstairs. I promise I’ll do what you ask…

I think you want her to see you like this. To walk through that door and catch her naughty mumzy with her tits out, diddling herself while on the phone. To walk in and hear you confess your incestual lez desires for her.

My goodness please no!

Are they off yet?

{SNIFF}…Yes..

Now reach down there and get rubb’en. Get those fingers all oily and wet. But DONT fist that puss like you did last time. Just rub those puffy lips for me ‘kay!

{SNIFF}{SNIFF}…okay..

Good girl. I bet you’ve masturbated before to the thoughts of fucking your daughter’s fingers haven’t you?

NO!

Begging your daughter to rub that clitty raw. We both know its true.

Never, that’s horrible…

How about your ass? Ever masturbated to fantasies of fucking your ass with her fingers?

WHAT!?!

Come on…you know…bending over, sticking your big butt into the air, moaning like a fool as she jams her fingers into your ass! You’ve orgasmed to those thoughts before right?

NO NO NO!!!!

We’ll you better get practicing with your own fingers, Samantha has a very large dildo with your name on it.

Oh please, I couldn’t bare anything like that going inside there!

Hmmmm, you’ll be begging for it soon enough. Either way you have no choice, or your daughter will be ruined for life.

Gosh! Is this the only way to save her? To let you torment my body for your silence?

Happily it really is. Mainly because its the only way to get conservative, loving mommy sluts like you between our legs.

But your ruining my life, my dignity.

Are you still playing with that puss?

Yes…I still am…touching myself…

Stick a finger inside…

…Silence…

Wiggle it around for a moment, then take it out and lift it to your face.

Oh No! Please don’t make me…

Is that oily finger dangling in front of your face?

Yes, but please don’t make me…lick it…

Lick it? Oh wow, what a wonderful idea! I was simply going to ask you to see if it was wet. But now that I know how badly you want to…

Please don’t make me taste myself…Its disgusting! Please don’t make me!

Just close your eyes and imagine that it’s your daughter’s pussy juice dripping from that finger. That you’ve quietly snuck into her room at night, spread the legs of her sleeping body and slipped a finger into her warm moist pussy. Now be a good slut, open that mouth, and slide that finger onto your tongue.

…Silence…

How does it taste?

…Silence…

Its ok, you want to do this. You’ve always wanted to know what she tastes like. We both know this. Taste her. Taste your baby girl…

{SNIFF}

How does it taste?

Horrible

Come on, tell me how tasty that nasty finger was.

It kaçak bahis was…ok.

Dip your finger in and take another taste.

Oh gosh…

Take a dip and bring it back up to your mouth now slut!…Any better this time?

Yes!

Yes what?

Yes I taste…good.

YOU taste good or you’re DAUGHTER?

My…daughter. My daughter tastes good.

Like I thought. Put a finger back inside your steaming puss one more time.

Please, Jessica will be home any moment. Let me take the phone upstairs and we can…continue.

Enjoying this huh? Want to get upstairs so I can privately humiliate you some more. Well NO! You can NOT go upstairs to the privacy of your room.

{SNIFF}

Get that finger all slick and wet again!

{SNIFF} {SNIFF}

Now take it back out, bend over, be a good slut, and shove it up your ass!

WHAT!?!

I don’t think you misunderstood me, but I’ll say it again. Bend over like a cheap whore and slip your pussy cream covered finger up your ASS!

I just can’t let Jessica see me like this. I cant let her walk in and see her mother doing…this…

Hmmm, you know your right. That would be a strange sight. Seeing her mother bent over with her hand hidden beneath that dress of yours. In that case, turn your ass towards the door, drop the dress from those big hips and THEN finger your bum!

You’re demented! You’ll stop at nothing to totally and utterly ruin me!

It’s either you or your daughter. You decide.

Oh Gosh!

Well???

You…{SNIFF}…win. My ass is…facing the door…and I’m…dropping my dress…and…sticking my finger inside…my… OH I’m going straight to hell!

Push it all the way in, up to the knuckle. Get it really in there.

Owe owe owe…

Yes I know it hurts, but doesn’t it feel sooooo good?

NO!

Now, close your eyes…

Why?

Because I told you to!

Okay…

Whose finger is in your ass now?

Mine.

No mommy slut…whose finger do you imagine inside your ass?

My fing…oh no…please stop this…its too perverted…

Who do you see sticking her finger up your sexy white ass?

Please, she’s a good girl. She’d never do anything like this to me!

But you’ve dreamed about this for so long. Having her show her total disrespect for her stern mother by shoving a finger up your quivering butt. Laughing at how pathetic you really are squirming and bouncing on her hand.

NO!!!!

Go ahead slut, fuck your baby girl’s finger. Show her what mommies do when they have the hots for their daughters!

Oh Jessica, please don’t do this to me. I’m your mommy, please no!

She doesn’t believe you. She knows how bad you want it. Is she moving her finger in and out?

Yes she is, Jessica please stop. Mommy doesn’t want this.

Oh but mommy does want it doesn’t she? Mommy does want her precious baby girl’s finger up her ass, right slut?

No…please tell her to stop…

Go ahead mommy slut, tell your daughter to fuck her whorish mothers ass with her finger. Tell her how bad you want it.

No I don’t. Please don’t do this to me baby. Mommy is a good slut…

What was that?

I…ah…

Is she still fucking that ass with her stabbing finger?

Yes…She won’t stop…

You know why she won’t stop don’t you?

Because…because…mommy doesn’t want her to stop…

Tell her slut! Tell your daughter what you want her to do!

Fuck me Baby! Fuck mommy’s ass with your fingers. Please Jennifer, mommy needs it soooo bad.

Is she being a good daughter?

Hmmmm yyyyessss. She’s being a goooood girl.

Tell her to add another finger and to fuck faster.

Baby, I need another finger inside me. Please stick another finger in my ass and fuck it harder. Please teach mommy a lesson with your fingers. Teach me how to be your mommy slut!

Wonderful. You’re doing exactly as your supposed to do. Fuck that nasty ass of yours imagining it’s your daughter’s own fingers giving it to you. Go on slut, get off on ‘her fingers’!

Ohhhhhhh…soooo close…Faster baby, fuck mommies ass faster.

Wait…what was that noise?

It was…OH MY GOSH…it’s a car! Jessica is being dropped off by one of her friends…PLEASE LET ME RUN UPSTAIRS!

NO!

BUT SHE’S RIGHT OUTSIDE! SHE’LL BE COMING IN ANY SECOND!

Keep fucking that worthless butt till you cum!

But…but..

NOT UNTIL YOU CUM LIKE A PIG FUCKING YOUR OWN ASS!

Ohhh..ohhhh…she’s…right at the front door…Ohhh…

Hmmm, you better hurry up. You don’t want her to catch what her nasty mommy is doing!

Ahhh..ohhhh…she’s turning the key…Ahhh…PPPLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE

CUM for me slut! Cum NOW!

OHHHHHHHH

Click…dial tone…

Hello? Mother I’m home!

Jessica!!

To be Continued…

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Who’s Your Daddy?

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(A Daughter’s Special Love)

Angela stood at the head of the casket holding on tightly to her dad’s trembling hand. She was so proud of her father’s indomitable courage. The long line of well-wishers saw only the pretense facade of determined acceptance enlightening the man’s face.

This daughter of a tender, sensitive, and passionate man knew her father was holding on to his nerves by only the thinnest of threads. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again.

Seeing tears welling in her father’s bloodshot eyes she squeezed his hand tighter. “Dad,” she whispered in his ear. “You know Mom would want you to be strong. Hang on a little longer and this wake will be over.”

Angela saw her father nod his head and dig into his reservoir of courage to find the strength to persevere a little while longer. She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of his beloved wife of thirty years.

The inhumane, insidious ravages of breast cancer had destroyed Angela’s mother’s body. Like a carnivorous beast, the cancer had savagely eating away her flesh and had left only the skin and bone skeleton of a once vibrant and vigorous woman.

At long last the time came for family and friends to go home for the night. The funeral was set for two o’clock the next day. Angela and her husband linked their arms around her dad and helped him to their car.

Her father threw a glance back at the funeral home. “Oh Angela,” he wailed. “How can I leave her in that cold, dark place? Damnit, she should be alive and well and sleeping in my bed with me!”

With gentle persuasion, Angela managed to get her father into the car. The man spoke not a word all the way to his house. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stumbled up the steps to the cold, lifeless home that had once know love and joy.

As Angela took her father’s keys to open the door, she looked towards her husband. “Bob, I can’t leave Dad alone tonight,” she said. “Just go on home and you can come get me after breakfast tomorrow.”

“Angel, don’t you fret so much,” her father insisted. “I’ll be fine and if I’m not I’ll just give up and fix it so I can go on up to heaven to be with Beth.”

Angela’s husband took over. “Jonas, now don’t you say such foolish things,” he said. “Tomorrow will be a whole new day when things will get better. For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you.”

Turning away, Bob closed the door, and left the house. Jonas refused the food his daughter offered to fix. He headed for his bedroom and prepared for bed. This lonely, despondent man tossed and turned with restless bereavement. Sleep refused to offer its blessed oblivion of peace.

Angela, hoping her father would sleep, decided to take a quick bath so she wouldn’t have to in the morning. As she stepped from the tub and dried off, she realized she didn’t have any of her nightclothes here. Stepping into the darkened laundry room, she picked up the first garment she came to and slipped her arms into the sleeves.

Somehow the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad’s white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin, she left her bra and panties off.

After getting only one button fastened over her nicely-proportioned, 28 year old body, a startled cry from across the hallway drew Angela’s attention. Ignoring the remainder of the unsecured buttons, she raced to her father’s room, flipped on the bed lamp light switch, and worriedly beseeched, “Dad, please don’t cry!”

Sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, Jonas opened his tearstained eyes and saw his daughter standing in the glaring glow of the bedroom lights. Despite his grief, and daughter or not, the young woman’s seductive allure took his mind away into a flight of the imagination. With her dark hair, man’s shirt, and slim legs, she reminded him of the sexy lady in his favorite country music video.

In the video, “Who’s Your Daddy?”, Toby Keith sings the title song while a woman strips off her clothes, takes a bubble bath, and then dances around in an elegant mansion clad in only a man’s shirt. While his wife had been sick, Jonas had often jacked-off his cunt-hungry cock with the dancing woman’s sexy striptease playing in his head.

Stepping closer, Angela had taken her father’s weary head and was cradling it against her busty bosom. “Please Dad,” she whispered consolingly. “You know Mom wouldn’t want you to hurt like this.”

Halfway believing himself to be a character in an imaginary video, Jonas’ arms involuntarily hugged the woman standing before him. Instinctively, his hands slipped under the tail of her nightshirt and settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. His bahis firmaları massaging fingertips telegraphed a message to his head which said, “God, she doesn’t have any panties on!”

Unconsciously, the fingers of one of Jonas’ hands parted this woman’s ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a backdoor entrance to her drippy wet cunt. “Oh Beth!” he wailed. “I’ve missed you so damn much! Honey, I haven’t had a piece of pussy in so, so long it hurts!”

Startled by her father’s abrupt actions and words, Angela was, at first, speechless. When a finger inserted itself into her asshole and another probed inside her pussy, she cried, “Dad, I’m not Beth, I’m not Mom!”

The probing fingers did not stop digging. Despite her shocking dismay, Angela reluctantly admitted to herself that her dad’s hands felt good as they massaged her ass skin. She had never had a finger inside her asshole before. This was a hypnotically new and pleasant sensation.

Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela’s breath caught in her throat. “Oh that feels nice!” she moaned. “But Dad, I said I’m not Mom! Stop playing with my ass and pussy. I’m your daughter, I’m Angie!”

Ignoring protesting words, Jonas listened only to the melodious video music playing inside his mind. Moving his head slightly, he discovered that the woman’s nightshirt was nearly completely unbuttoned. Rooting around, his rutting head parted the garment and explored around inside where he found a pair of bosomy busts. Seemingly unaware of what he was doing, the man started kissing the braless breasts.

Switching his hands around, a couple of Jonas’ pussy-wet fingers entered the woman’s asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a home inside her moisturized cunt.

Angela felt at least two slippery fingers slip inside her asshole. Her own cunt-juice had lubricated the masculine digits which were digging into her as deep as they could. The fingers playing inside her pussy felt good, but the fingering intruders inside her ass were creating sensations she never knew existed.

Jonas’ mouth kissed both breasts with a comforting contentment. “Honey?” he asked with concern in his voice. “Have you done a self examination of your boobs today? A woman can never be too careful! If only I’d found those mammary lumps before they had gone too far, if only the disease had not been so aggressive, if only…!”

“Don’t worry, Baby,” he quickly added. “I will examine your breasts for you! And, since I don’t want to take any chances, I’ll give them a thorough oral investigation.”

Angela felt her father’s lips kissing every inch of her breasts. His flicking, licking tongue inflamed her tender flesh. The man’s tit-hungry mouth methodically explored her mountainous hills and the cleavage valley between them.

Knowing this was morally wrong Angela steeled her nerves and prepared to insist that her dad stop touching her so intimately. This thing happening now was not her father’s fault! Surely he didn’t know what he was doing. Her mom had been sick and unable to give sexual solace to her man for a long, long time. Yes, he was grieving, but he was also starving for sexual attention.

Angela knew plenty of ladies who would be especially willing and eager to give her father all the sexual attention he needed. He was a warm, loving, kind-hearted gentleman who would be able to get all the pussy he needed from women when the time was right.

This daughter of a sex-starved man knew in her heart that this was not the time and she was not the woman to respond to his carnal needs. She would tell him so, and she would tell him right now.

Just as Angela opened her mouth to speak her father’s lips closed over one of her swelling nipples. His vacuuming mouth sucked greedily and his teeth nipped at the nubby protrusion. Although this man was sucking and chewing a little too roughly, this woman realized she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, it felt very good indeed!

To add to her own sexual confusion, her father’s flittering fingers were aggressively playing inside her pussy and ass. Although he had big hands, Angela had never thought about the fact that her dad’s fingers were so unbelievably long. She could hardly believe just how far up her asshole and up into her cunt canal his dexterous digits were digging.

Jonas played in a loving, lust-filled daze. Without removing his fingers from their playtime holes, he used his head and teeth to maneuver the woman’s nightshirt over her shoulders. The flimsy garment slipped to the edge and then fell off her body. One button kept it from falling all the way to the floor.

Without her mind’s permission or consent, Angela’s hand flipped off the bedside lamp. Unconsciously, her trembling fingers flipped open the last secured shirt button. Silently, the shirt slithered to the carpeted bedroom floor. In the kaçak iddaa moonlight’s glimmering glow, this daughter of a man stood completely nude and exposed in front of her father.

Jonas’ eyes stared at the beauty bathed in brilliant moonlight. This man had not seen such glorious feminine splendor in years. He pulled the silky, soft female body against his rugged, muscular, masculine chest. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers from their hidey-hole homes.

Now freed from their pussy and ass entanglement, these fingers and hands freely explored the front side of the seductive female body which stood so close. Jonas used his hands to manually finish the breast examination he had started with his mouth and lips. Thankfully, his mauling massage found no hint of an abnormal lump.

With the woman making no protesting sounds, Jonas decided he might as well make a manual vaginal examination, too. Dripping moisture met his hands as he cupped the bushy mound. A protruding clit stiffened as he flicked it vigorously. The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole.

Angela was not sure if the events taking place right now were real or if they were some kind of fantasy dream. Imagination, dream, or whatever, she felt a sense of intense joy. Right or wrong, she was having a good time!

Entwining her hands into her father’s hair, she once again pulled his head against her busty busom. She loved the feel of his hot breaths blowing on her warm breast flesh. Before she knew what was happening, her dad’s mouth was again sucking on her nipples. Several fingers were again playing inside her pussy and a couple more wet ones were rammed up into her asshole again.

Angela’s tits, pussy, and ass tingled excitedly. Father or not, this virally masculine man was turning her on with his ravenous sexuality. His breast-kissing lips, his tit- sucking mouth, and his nipple-biting teeth made her skin quiver. The handful of fingers playing inside her pussy made her softly moan with pleasurable joy. Yet, the kicker to all this sexual merriment was the lust-inspired ecstasy of the magic fingers playing inside her asshole.

In her rational mind Angela knew she should not be giving in to the forbidden depravities of her father’s oral and manual manipulations. This was undeniably sinful, it was unbelievably wicked, and it was unforgivably immoral!

Yet, despite the wicked sinfulness and the depraved immorality, Angela made absolutely no attempt to stop her father from violating her further. Her sexual arousal had now been stimulated to the point where she knew she would let this man do anything he wanted to do with her! She gave in completely and allowed his mouth to continue suckling her breasts and his fingers to continue playing with her pussy and ass.

Just when her orgasmic fires began burning, Angela’s father withdrew his fingers from their welcoming holes. His lips stopped kissing and his mouth stopped sucking. He twisted her around with her nude back facing him while he studied her naked feminine form from behind. The moonlight’s glow illuminated the flawless flesh of this woman’s seductively arousing body.

With the instinctive mind of an experienced, mature woman, Angela came to a sudden conclusion. If she were any judge of the nature of men, then she knew without a doubt that her father was now removing the remainder of his clothing.

Proving the woman’s intuitive assumption to be correct, Jonas had indeed removed his clothing. Sitting there on the edge of his bed, he encircled the nude feminine body and pulled it back toward his naked flesh. Feeling warm vaginal moisture dripping on the head and shaft of his cock, he pushed the standing woman’s feet apart and forced her legs to open far enough so he could sit her in his lap.

Weak-kneed from impassioned arousal, Angela gave in to her father’s insistent pull. She sat back and slowly slid her body into the man’s lap. As she lowered herself she felt the head of a stiffened cock kissing the delicate wings of her inner pussy lips. These slippery lips kissed the cockhead right back and then spread themselves open in an invitation for carnal intimacy.

As Angela’s body settled into her dad’s lap, she felt her wet pussy swallowing his meaty erection. Her vaginal cavity had to stretch to accommodate the engorged girth and elongated length of the hardened cockshaft.

Unconsciously, Angela’s mind recalled hearing a secretive comment her mom had once made. It had something to do with the fact that her husband was “Well Endowed” in the penile department and any woman who dared attempt to accept it into her cunt had better have a pussy with plenty of elasticity.

The truth of her mother’s words was now being proved to her daughter. Fortunately, Angela discovered that her pussy met the elasticity requirements. Even so, her father’s penile penetrator was filling her cunt up so full she could hardly believe it!

Brawny, masculine hands reached under her ass then began kaçak bahis lifting and lowering her entire body. Like a bouncy-ball toy, the man began juggling her up and down. Her slippery pussy slid along his lubricated shaft with effortless ease.

Angela’s pussy muscles clamped around this elongated cockshaft and squeezed tightly. As frictional fires burned, her feminine body released a flood of vaginal moisture to add in penile penetration. Never, in all her years of sexual play, had a cock ever ventured so deeply into her welcoming womanhood.

Jonas felt the liquefied vaginal fluids coating his manhood with female fire. This woman’s tight, hot cunt stimulated his flesh and made the distended veins in his cock inflate even more. He swelling cockshaft gloried in the first piece of pussy flesh it had had in quite a while.

Constricting vaginal muscles squeezed and released this man’s hard, horny manhood in a tormenting, tantalizing seduction for orgasmic release. All hopes of making this pleasurable encounter last as long as possible were abandoned.

Jonas’ seminal cream bubbled and boiled within his testicle sack. He bounced the woman in his lap up and down more feverously. Unable to resist any longer, his cock summoned forth heated seminal fluids.

Incalculable numbers of pressurized sperm made their journey from their testicular home and joined their prostate semen-cream allies in an attempt to escape their horny imprisoned confinement. Together they entered this man’s urethral tube and began racing down its elongated length.

Groaning like a feral animal, Jonas allowed his cockshaft to spew forth the seminal escapees. These enthusiastic impregnators raced for an awaiting vaginal motherland. This pussy-hungry man began cumming ecstatically.

Angela had started cumming several minutes before. The sweet glories of orgasmic bliss enslaved her body and made it their servant. Squealing with girlish glee, she allowed the rapturous delights of the orgasms to sweep all thoughts of forbidden lusts away.

Just when she thought the ecstasy was ebbing, Angela’s vaginal cavity felt the pressure of her father’s erupting cum. The scorching, volcanic cream incited another storm of multiple orgasms. A stupor of euphoric joy robbed her of all her senses but the sense of pleasurable enchantment.

Jonas felt his erection being milked by a cock-hungry cunt. As the woman’s pussy squeezed relentlessly, his swollen meat released one last load of orgasmic cream. With elation overwhelming his mind, body, and soul, he allowed himself to be drained dry.

Sexually sated and satisfied, these two lovers slumped over and fell back on the bed. Paying no attention to the mess, Jonas climbed under the covers and pulled the woman in with him. Together, they cuddled and attempted to catch their breath. A couple of wayward drops of cum dripped from the man’s cock and fell on the clean sheet of the bed. A stream of cummy liquid leaked from the woman’s too-full pussy.

No reproachful words of self-condemnation came to either lustful lover’s mind. Jonas was comforted by remembering a promise he’d made to his dear wife before she departed her earthly form. He had pledged that he would make a place in his bed some day for another woman. Angela was comforted by knowing that her mother would probably understand her lonely widowed husband’s needs. Besides, hadn’t her own husband said to her dad earlier, “For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you”?

A few minutes before sleep claimed its hold over the weary lovers, Jonas unconsciously started playing with his daughter’s ass again. He dipped a little cum from her pussy, lubricated his finger, and inserted it into her asshole. He worked it around and around absentmindedly.

Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. “Would Dad do it to me?” she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, “I wish he would!”

Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man’s shirt nightgown and climbed out of bed.

Tiptoeing across the carpeted hallway, Angela peeked into the bathroom. There, in the glaring brilliance of florescent lights, stood her father peeing into the commode. He had not one stitch of clothing on. Yes, middle aged her dad might be, but the hard-muscled, masculine man was undeniably virally sexy!

Angela’s feminine instinct begged her eyes to examine the peeing cock in the man’s hand. She had heard that most men could not pee while having an erection. Such was not the case with her dad. The man’s big, work-hardened hand held an enormous chunk of rigid meat.

By her eyes’ estimate, Angela guessed that her dad’s cockshaft was about an inch wider in girth and two inches longer in length than any other she had ever had inside her pussy. She knew now why she had squealed like a virginal schoolgirl when he fucked her. This night she had discovered something new. When her father screwed her; size did matter!

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Fever of Desire

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Sumptuous curves under gossamer cotton. A breeze fighting oppressive Carolina heat. A fever of desire. Standing at the foot of your bed, I tremble with anticipation.

The flight from Boston was a study in self-control. Waiting to see you. The ride from the airport was agonizing. Wanting to touch you. Silently opening the door and climbing the stairs to your room. Fighting to breathe, adrenaline pumping.

Finally, there you are. I watch you sleep. Observe the gentle rise and fall of your breasts as you breathe. Your eyes closed peacefully as my desire for you rages like an inferno. Sweat soaks my french-cuffed shirt under an ill-advised wool suit jacket.

When you turn over on your side, I see my chance.

Silently walking to your bed, I kneel beside you. Slowly, I reach out with my right hand and cover your mouth. Drawing close to your right ear, I whisper hoarsely, “Sweet girl, it’s Daddy.” Your eyes spring open, clouded with sleep.

Your body tenses and you reflexively hyperventilate. “Shhhhhh… quiet, baby. No noise.” Looking into my eyes, you nod with recognition and I feel your muscles relax. Just a bit, and just enough. I slide my hand to the back of your head and press my lips to yours. With a moment’s hesitation, you yield to me and slide your tongue into my mouth. I suck your moans into my lungs like oxygen feeding my burning desire to touch you.

Without disturbing the sheet covering your body, I slide my hand down your warm form. Your curves intoxicate me. The scent of your sweat fills up my senses: sweet with a subtle undertone. Animal desire. And before my fingers pass your hips, I smell your sex. Clean, salty, and drug-like in its effect. Blood drains from my brain and floods my cock. Unconscious want clouds my senses, and I pull the sheet back revealing your masterpiece of a body glowing alabaster in the moonlight.

But you are not stone; you are also flesh and blood and desire and need. My need is to drink your cum. To bathe my face and beard in the sweet liquor your desire distills. To hear that crescendo of voice and cry and moan and scream pendik escort mixed into a harmonious, raucous symphony of release and renewed want. The music continues until we both say it stops.

Your legs are closed tightly; such a shy, good girl. And with some effort, I open your thighs to reveal the object of my hunger. You are engorged and red with the blood that has likewise departed your brain. A hint of creamy fluid drips from the bottom of your pussy down your perineum to your other secret place. And I tilt my head to kiss your kitty deeply. Like I kissed your mouth, but with more gentle pressure at your entrance. Opening you with my lips. Tasting you with my tongue.

Fucking you with my tongue.

Your hands grab my head and pull me into you. Your hips undulate to force my cock-like tongue deeper and deeper. Your climax flows like the rushing rapids of a mountain river, and I lap your cream with a powerful thirst. The skin of your lips is irritated by my scratchy beard. You feel the prickly burn as I clean more and more girlcum off your thighs.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you say breathlessly. The bed is now sodden with sweat and desire. “Watch me, sweet girl,” I say quietly. Slowly I stand before you, my clothes soaked with perspiration, your wetness, and my own excitement. First comes the suit jacket. Then, after lowering my suspenders, the French cuff shirt. I hold out my hand for you to undo the cufflinks. “Slower, baby,” I purr. You smile, and your graceful fingers carefully unfasten the little figures from my cuffs-the devil on my left hand, an angel on my right-and place them on the bedside table. You kneel on the bed to unbutton my shirt and as you straighten your back, I lift your sodden nightshirt revealing your irresistible body. Skin soft, breasts with large puckered nipples perfectly luminous in the light, curves wrapping your hips and exquisite bottom, hiding your most secret place.

You unfasten my pants, which drop to a puddle on the floor, and you cup the outside of my tight boxers to feel the agonizing state of my cock. Your touch burns and soothes, enrages and calms. escort pendik We are finally here together, and yet we have lost ourselves to desire. Your hands trace the muscles of my legs to ease the socks from my calves. You inhale quickly as you feel my calves flex and tighten, and you lean forward to place lips on the swelling between my thighs.

“Daddy, please,” you coo, and I cannot resist your gaze up at me. “Yes, sweet girl. Please suck me.” And with long, graceful fingers you free my cock from the saturated fabric-a mix of copious sweat and a river of precum-and slide it into your mouth. I swoon. Your mouth is heaven: sucking, licking, nursing with puckered lips to drain me of precum, salty and clean and slippery. Excess oozes from the corners of your mouth, adding a silvery glisten to the beads of sweat gathering on your face. Much more of this and I will flood your mouth with more than precum.

“Sweet girl, it’s time,” I say and lift your face gently by your chin to meet my eyes. “Oh Daddy, I want it, but I’m frightened,” you plead, a slight wobble in your voice. “I will take care of you, sweet girl. Don’t be afraid.” And you smile and nod for me, truly the best, sweetest mountain-born girl this city-bred daddy could wish for.

In the moonlight, you turn your body slowly and present me with the gorgeous globes of your ass. I am speechless on sight of the perfect curves and sensual cleft that gently blends downward to meet the creamy entrance to your kitty. I have dreamed of this moment. I have fantasized about this moment. I have tried to prepare myself for this moment, but I am still overwhelmed by desire and appreciation. Finally, we are here. And finally, I get to help you feel what you have desired for so long but have confided to only me.

“Spread your bottom, baby,” I say. And with those lithe fingers, you gently pull your bottom apart to reveal a tiny pucker. I see the streams of girlcum on your legs much like the stream of precum dripping from my cock. And your bottom hole is covered with a thick glaze of girlcum waiting to be tasted.

Hungrily I press my pendik escort bayan face between your cheeks and lap at the tiny knot. You groan. As I get bolder, I press the tip of my tongue into your pulsating tightness until I feel the muscles part. I am inside your bottom ever so slightly. Your voice pitches higher and a strangled cry of pleasure escapes your throat. Without removing my tongue, I slide two fingers into your tight pussy and massage the soft tissue just inside. My tongue senses the massive orgasm gathering deep in you: your brain, nerves, flesh, heart, blood signal climax, setting the tiny ring of muscle fluttering and pulsating around my tongue.

“Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

This is the moment. In an instant, I stand and position the head of my precum drenched cock at the entrance to your bottom. Another wave of climax drives your face into the bed, opening your bottom just a little more. You are ready. And with gentle pressure, I push inside you.

The velvet smoothness of your ass is bliss. All of the moments that led to this one replay inside my closed eyelids. Eyelids closed because sight would diminish the feeling. And nothing has a right to feel this good. Nothing has ever felt this good. Your rippling wave of climax after climax has never sounded this good.

Your ass is milking the cum out of my cock. And I cannot stop myself.

You feel the bloom of warmth inside you before I can catch my breath to make a sound. Then I suck in oxygen and expel a roar, “Oh fuck, baby! Oh fuck, OH FUCK!” I scream. The windows are open and no doubt the whole neighborhood can hear us. “FUCK, BABY, FUCK, I CAN”T STOP!” And you crest a final wave of climax that pulsates the last drops of cum from me.

We are both drenched with sweat and reek of sex. The scent hangs like magnolia blossoming in humid Carolina summer air. I am wobbly on my feet as the endorphins crest and fade. My brain collapses a split second before my body does behind yours, my cock tucked into the cleft of your soaked and slippery bottom. We have finally marked each other.

In the still air and moonlight we lay panting and slippery. Tangled in gossamer cotton. I’m stroking your sumptuous curves with my back to the door and your head resting on my right arm. The fever of desire broken.

For now.

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Cigarettes, Paper …You? Ch. 01

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My First Indian

This is the story of my first encounter with a very sexy Indian lady. There are plenty more stories to come, so if you like what you read, let me know and I’ll write some more. This story takes quite a while to get going, because I like to take things steady and set the scene, but stick with it we’ll get to the hot part, in good time.

Let me say right away, I’m a white, British guy, but I absolutely love Asian women. Over there in the USA, I know that ‘Asian’ usually refers to Oriental women; Chinese, Japanese or Korean. But here in the UK, Asian means Indian or Pakistani. For me, there’s something about that dusky skin, those liquid brown eyes and the deep black hair that does it for me every time – I can’t get enough.

I first realised this about ten or so years ago, when I was still married. There was an Indian girl at work, who I started noticing. She was only small and quite curvy, with long black hair and the cutest little face. She worked in a different department but I saw her most days and we’d always say hello, though we never really talked much.

I began to find myself looking out for her and she’d always smile when we saw each other. I began watching her more and more and admiring the way her ass swayed in her jeans and the curve of her breasts under the tight sweaters she wore.

She didn’t dress provocatively, but then, she didn’t need to. What I could see was enough and my mind filled in the blanks.

There was no way I was ever going to do anything about it; she was soon to be married and it wasn’t the kind of place where it was easy to chat someone up without being noticed and besides I was already married. So she was just a fantasy to me, but that’s definitely where my interest started.

I used to get hard at my desk just thinking about her and on a couple of occasions I had to go the bathroom and masturbate while I fantasised banging her over the basin. God, she got me hot.

Anyway, like I say nothing happened between us and eventually I left that job and moved on. But, now I started noticing Asian girls everywhere. The town I live in is on the Western edge of London, close to Hounslow, Southall and Slough, three of the South’s largest Asian communities, so there were plenty of opportunities to fuel my fantasies.

My wife had an Indian friend and we were invited round a couple of times to have dinner with her and her husband. She was much taller and slimmer than my cute little colleague but with those same dark eyes and that dark lickable skin. I loved watching her over the dinner table, though I had to be careful not to make it too obvious and though I’m pretty sure she had no interest in me, she certainly worked hard to please me in my daydreams.

A couple of years later, my wife and I separated. Nothing to do with other people and certainly nothing to do with my secret obsession – we just grew apart and after the kids had left home, I felt stifled and discontent. It was the usual mid-life crisis, I guess, no one to blame but myself and in many ways the separation was pretty smooth and my wife and I are still good friends.

At the time of this story, I was 46, had been living alone for a couple of years and was really beginning to enjoy life again. I did a little dating, but still hadn’t had the opportunity or maybe the courage to find myself an Asian woman. I think I half believed that finding an Indian woman who liked white guys would be too difficult, so I hadn’t tried. In the end it all happened by accident and I haven’t looked back since.

At my age, keeping in shape is important. Every year that goes past makes it harder to stop the muscles shrinking and everything heading South, so I’m a regular gym-goer. Stupidly, I still smoke so maybe half my hard work is being undone every time I light up, but I think I’m doing OK. I’m 6 foot 2, so the little bit of extra weight I sometimes carry is pretty hard to spot.

I always go to the gym in the early morning and then cycle home for a leisurely breakfast before heading into work, or sometimes I work from home. Most mornings at that time, on my way home, I used to stop off at the local newsagents to buy my cigarettes and a paper to read over my morning coffee.

The newsagent’s is owned by a really nice Indian couple, Raj and Sareeta. They were about the same age as me and we always used to exchange a few friendly words. Sareeta is a little plump and not the prettiest and she always had a ready smile. I liked her she didn’t particularly turn me on.

One bright Monday morning, fresh from my workout, feeling energised, I strolled in and was surprised to see a new, much more attractive face behind the counter. This woman was younger than Sareeta, maybe around 35 and she had the most stunning eyes I had ever seen close up. I must have looked startled, because she looked at me a little strangely. After a moment I found my voice again.

She greeted me as I put the newspaper down and I couldn’t help running my eyes over her body. She wore a bursa escort simple, plain dress with a thin cardigan over the top, but even in such an ordinary outfit, she couldn’t have looked sexier. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made my blood run faster through my veins. I literally had to drag my eyes away from the curve of her hips and force myself to look her in the eye again, for fear of looking like a drooling pervert. I could actually feel myself getting erect, just looking at her.

I glanced into the store room at the back of the shop, where Raj and Sareeta usually sat when there were no customers, but it was empty.

“Hi, you’re new” I said, “Where are Raj and Sareeta this morning?”

“I’m Sareeta’s sister,” she replied, “they had to go away for a couple of days, so I’m helping out.” She had quite a low voice, but it wasn’t from shyness; she was confidently holding eye contact and I was finding it hard to concentrate. There was something very provocative about her and I immediately wondered just how long they might be away and began to hope it would be for as long as possible.

“They didn’t mention they were going away,” I said casually after asking her for a pack of cigarettes. It suddenly seemed important to let her know that I was a regular and on good terms with her sister and brother-in-law. Almost without realising it, I was trying to put myself in a good light. I could already envisage a string of pleasant encounters in the days ahead.

At this point she put a bit of a damper on my flirtatious musings, in two ways. First as she put the pack down on the counter, I spotted the wedding ring on her finger. Of course, I thought, she and her husband must be running things while Raj and his wife were away. Oh well, I could still flirt a little, but I better be careful in case he’s lurking round the corner. Then she told me that Raj’s mother had been taken into hospital and that he and Sareeta had had to leave for Birmingham early this morning. I felt a bit of a heel for hoping that my friends might be gone for a while.

I expressed the hope that things would be OK for them and asked her to pass on my regards. She smiled sweetly and said she would. I paid, got what felt like a direct and rather personal smile in return and left the shop.

I couldn’t stop thinking about her all day. I convinced myself that she was just being professionally friendly and reminded myself that she was married, but I still spent most of the day dreaming about that luscious body and those provocative eyes. I decided then and there that the next woman I went out with would be a dark and sexy Asian, just like her.

I normally go to the gym every other day but I was so keen to see her again, that if I hadn’t been away on business for the next two days I would have gone the very next morning. So it wasn’t till Thursday morning that I rose early, put on my exercise gear, got my bike out of the garage and rode eagerly off to the gym. I knew the shop didn’t open till just before I was on my way home again, but I still rode past slowly hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but the shop was still shuttered up.

She was in my mind all through the workout and during the few laps of the pool I always like to do, to cool down and stretch. In fact I thought about her so much, that I found myself getting erect as I showered. I had to turn the water to cold for a minute so that I wouldn’t have the embarrassment of wandering round the changing room with a hard-on.

I quickly dressed and took extra care to make sure I looked presentable before striding out and jumping back on my bike for the short ride to the newsagent’s. As I rounded the corner I was surprised to see that the shutters were still down and that there were no signs of life. I felt a pang of remorse when it hit me that maybe Raj’s mother had taken a turn for the worse.

I was just about to ride home feeling a mixture of disappointment and guilt, when I saw her coming around the corner, head down, sorting through a large bunch of keys. I pulled the bike up just as she knelt down to undo one of the padlocks. She looked up slightly startled as I said Hello. For a moment she looked at me blankly but then that provocative smile lit up her face again. My blood surged as I saw that she recognised me and certainly didn’t seem unhappy to see me.

“Oh hello again,” she said and stood up to undo the other padlock. She was wearing jeans and a sweater this time and I had a glorious view of her well-rounded breasts outlined beneath the wool as she stretched to reach the lock. “Sorry, I’m running a bit late.”

“That’s OK, no rush” I replied, thinking that I’d happily watch her all day if I had the chance. I asked after Raj’s mother as she fiddled with the lock and was relieved to hear that she was doing well and also secretly pleased to learn that they would be away for several more days.

She bent down and put her hands at the base of the shutter to pull it up. From where I was standing, it almost looked like bursa escort bayan she was deliberately jutting out her gorgeous ass, tightly clad in blue denim. It took me a split second to realise that she was having trouble with the shutter and a second or two more to have the presence of mind to offer her a hand.

She stepped back gratefully. “I hate this thing,” she said, “it’s much too stiff”. Like a filthy minded schoolboy, I wondered whether she disliked other stiff things, but then I remembered the possible presence of a husband and tried to get my thoughts back to the task in hand.

The shutter moved easily enough, but it was heavy and I could see how she might struggle with it so I asked her why she didn’t get her husband to help her with it.

“Oh I would,” she said, “but he’s in Montreal till next month. It might be a bit inconvenient for him.” My mind did an erotic flip at this news, but I managed to stop the gleeful grin reaching my face.

I pushed the shutter to the top and stood aside to let her go in. “Can you just give me a minute to get these in and then I’ll serve you,” she said gesturing at three bound bundles of newspapers on the pavement. I saw my chance to get a little closer.

“That’s OK,” I answered, “why don’t you sort yourself out. I’ll bring them in.”

She smiled gratefully. “Ah, thanks, would you? That’d be great.”

I picked up the first bundle and followed her inside. She showed me where to put them while she bustled about picking up the post and turning on the lights. I went back for the other two bundles while she moved into the back of the shop.

Realising that my own paper would be in the bundle somewhere, I picked up a pair of scissors, snipped the binding and began digging into the pile to find it.

She hurried back to me. “Oh God, you don’t need to do that,” she said, thinking perhaps that I was about to start stacking them on the shelves. “You’ve done enough already.”

“Don’t get too excited,” I grinned, “I was just getting my own paper. I wasn’t planning to go into the news business just yet.”

She laughed easily and flashed me another gorgeous smile. “And there was me thinking you were such a gentleman.”

I smiled back. “Oh no,” I answered, “I’m a complete animal.” The way I felt at that moment, I was only half joking.

She looked at me appraisingly for a moment. “I’ll bet you are.” She replied thoughtfully and I felt that familiar stirring between my legs.

She turned away, went round the counter reached up to the display rack and picked out a pack of my brand. “Good memory.” I commented.

“Not really. I smoke these too.” She said as she put them down on the counter. “We obviously like the same things.” Our conversation seemed to be freighted with sexual tension. Or at least I hoped it was. I equally hoped that I wasn’t disastrously misinterpreting everything.

I gave her an enigmatic smile in reply and passed her a ten pound note. She opened the till and counted out my change. Her fingers gently brushed my palm as she put the coins in my hand and that’s when I knew that I definitely wasn’t misreading the signals. However I am a patient man, so I had just decided not to press my luck any further that day, when she ratcheted up the tension another notch.

“Listen, thanks for your help,” she said but this time she wasn’t looking at me. She seemed suddenly preoccupied with the counter-top. “Er, I was just about to put the kettle on. Have you got time for a coffee? It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

This was getting better by the second. I made a show of checking my watch, even though I knew perfectly well that this was a chance I wouldn’t have missed for the world. Anyway, it was an easy decision. I had been planning to work from home, so there was no clock-watching boss waiting to check up on me.

“OK, thanks, yes I will.” I replied feeling my groin stiffen even more than before.

“Come through,” she said and gestured me to follow her into the back room. While her back was turned I made a rapid grab for my crotch and adjusted myself, so that I didn’t have to follow her with a pyramid in my pants. Relieved from the pressure, my cock happily uncurled and got even harder. I picked up the paper and casually held it in front of me as I walked round the counter behind her.

I sat on a chair just inside the door and watched her ass surreptitiously as she moved around putting coffee into cups and getting the milk. We chatted about Raj and Sareeta while she worked. She told me she and her husband lived in East London, but he travelled a lot. It was an innocuous conversation, but the undercurrent of sexual tension was still strong between us.

Finally she brought the coffee over and sat down at the little table next to me. As we lifted our cups simultaneously, I found myself staring at her lips as they moulded themselves to the rim. A waking daydream of those same lips wrapped round my cock filled my mind and I kept staring at her mouth escort bursa even as she put the cup down on the table. I raised my eyes to meet hers and I knew that this was the moment. We locked eyes, both of us now, deadly serious. I felt myself drawn towards her. I could even see her pupils dilating. There was no doubt she was as aroused as me.

Then the door to the shop opened and we heard someone coming in.

We exchanged a look of pure frustration as it dawned on us both, how impractical it was to contemplate what we had both so obviously thought of at that moment.

She stood quickly and hurried into the shop. Disappointed but encouraged, I sipped my coffee for the next ten minutes, listening to her serving a brief flurry of customers. I felt my erection subsiding as the moment passed, but although I was frustrated I was equally sure that this wasn’t the end of the story.

Eventually the next customer left and she came back into the room and flopped down into the chair again. I looked at her mouth again, before looking back into her eyes. I wanted to recapture that moment of sensuality for just a brief instant. I reached into my pocket and got out my pack of cigarettes and offered her one.

She hesitated. “I shouldn’t. Raj doesn’t like smoking,” she said, but she took one anyway. Then she giggled. “It feels a bit naughty.” My cock flipped again and started to climb its way back up inside my pants.

I watched as she put the cigarette between her lips and looked at me expectantly. Never taking her eyes off her mouth, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lighter. She leaned forward as I proffered the flame and gently cupped her hand around mine, holding the lighter steady as she took her first drag. That moment and that touch were electric with eroticism. My cock sprang to full hardness like a coiled spring. My skin tingled as she slowly pulled her hand away, tilted her head back and blew out a steady stream of smoke, her eyes locked onto mine.

My senses went into overdrive. I stood up and took a rapid step towards her. With my left hand, I swiftly plucked the cigarette from her fingers and dropped it into my empty coffee cup. With my right hand I reached round her neck and plunged my fingers into her hair. I gripped and twisted it almost savagely as I leaned over and pulled her lips up to meet mine. She gave a curious strangled sound, half gasp and half moan as I mashed our mouths together and forced my tongue between her lips.

She rose from her chair and forced her body into mine, grinding her hips so forcefully that I stumbled back till my thighs were against the table. She was moaning louder now, pushing her tongue against mine. Still pulling her hair and forcing our mouths together, I grasped at her breasts through the sweater, squeezing and moulding them, like dough.

She ran her hands up my back then down to cup my buttocks, through the thin material of my jogging pants, squeezing me as hard as I squeezed her. I let go of her hair, slid my hands down across her hips and swiftly unfastened the button of her jeans, while she urgently began to tug down joggers, taking my pants with them. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, then slipped one hand down to cup her mound through her panties. I could feel the wetness seeping through the thin cotton as I pushed a finger into her, taking the fabric with me.

I felt the air around my butt as her hands found my cock. I gasped as her cool hands gripped my shaft and began sliding up and down. I was as hard as marble, but her hands felt like warm velvet. I released the pressure of my finger and began to claw at the waistband of her panties, eager to pull them down so I could feel the hot moist flesh beneath.

Then we heard the door to the shop opening again. We both froze and pulled back our heads, staring wild-eyed at each other. We stood for a split second, like an erotic statue. She with her hands wrapped round my cock, me half way to pulling her pants down from her hips. We were panting and sweaty. Her hair was dishevelled, her mouth half open, her lips engorged. She looked so totally wanton, I could barely bring myself to stop. I wanted to throw her to the floor, rip her clothes and plunge myself inside her and to hell with the consequences.

“No,” she whispered urgently, pushing me away and tugging up her jeans. “We can’t.” She must have seen the wild frustration in my eyes. “Come back at five,” she said, “when I shut the shop.”

Pulling myself together, I pushed my cock back inside my pants and pulled them up, but not before she had taken a lust-filled glance at my erection. She hurriedly straightened her hair and began to move towards the door. As she passed me she brushed her hand over my bulging crotch. “See you later,” she whispered and was gone.

I let myself out of the back door into an alleyway, to avoid whoever was in the shop. It might have been one of my neighbours, I reasoned and I had no desire to make small talk with an erection that showed no sign of abating.

I quickly walked round to the front and retrieved my bike. My cock was still half-hard when I got home a few minutes later and it was only as I was opening my front door that I realised I didn’t even know her name.

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Butt Lovely Pt. 04 – B.O.B.

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I am afraid I’m being positively pitiful. Air travel has always bothered me. Today should not impose too much on my petulant aversion to flying as it should only be a ten-hour flight. Hardly the epic trek that Heathrow direct to Sydney was. Twenty-two hours, imagine it. Carrie had been in a foul mood as well.

In preparation for today’s flight, I’ve swallowed two Phenergan, charged my phone and the little battery thing that I can recharge it from. I’ve also prepared a number of spotify playlists and downloaded some good e-books. Despite the Phenergan, I still struggle with nerves.

Once the plane is at cruising altitude, I’m fine. The parts where it is near the ground bother me though. As Daddy is fond of saying, “Flying won’t hurt anyone. It’s the last few inches as you hit the ground again that will make a mess of you.” He does so very much think he’s humorous.

Davy is being a dear. He forgives my grumpy anticipation and keeps me distracted with people watching japes.

“Here, love. Check out this nong.” He discreetly indicates a young woman with a pink and blue mohawk. “Fucked a parrot when I was pissed once, I wonder if she’s my daughter.”

He’s politely skirted around our wild night of debauchery like a lovely man. He’s never brash about that sort of thing. Always encouraging, he’s never one to make any negative statements; perhaps a little smirked innuendo but never anything derisive. My bottom is a little tender today but Amaya left us a tube of Bonjella, a baby teething gel that I’m really rather thankful for. It’s soothing and slightly numbing. Perfect for my well battered bottom.

We’re early as usual. I’ve learned a lot of things about my lovely husband over the last couple of years. Infuriatingly, he’s not one for strict punctuality but rather one for being cleverly early. “Always keep a few minutes up your sleeve for hiccups.” He likes to say in justification. A few minutes? He’s never less than fifteen minutes early for frivolous appointments and when it comes to things like today, he insisted we were half hour in advance of boarding.

“We’ll have time up our sleeves to find a good park, get a coffee and take our time about boarding, Jules.” He cajoled me. But all it has done for me is give me extra time in the lounge to stoke the rising panic that flight always invokes.

“Oh, cheese and rice, I hope that bogan scrubber isn’t on our flight.” He points at a large woman who corrals a gaggle of loud youngsters. “See that’s why I booked business.”

Bloody business class. I had already sourced some quite inexpensive tickets using the power of third-party ticket referral services. We could have flown economy for as little as eight hundred and seventy dollars. Business class turned out to cost almost as much as the bar tab for our wedding.

“Fuck cattle-class. Whinging kids, farting strangers, knocking elbows, bloody hell Jules you’re not a struggling tourist anymore, love.” Yes, well we’ll see. We’re married now and I hope to instil a little more frugality in Mr David Stimpson’s handling of his finances. If we’re to raise a family, he’s going to have some obligations. Oh dear. I am getting quite ahead of myself, lately.

“What? What’d I do?” He can’t read my expression. It’s a frown and smile mixed together. It’s good to keep him a little on edge.

“Nothing Davy, just nerves. We should probably start thinking about queueing.”

“Hey? Oh, still got a few minutes, love. You want something to settle your tummy? A bit of cheesecake or something from the display?”

“No, no. Quite fine. Let’s just go and get through boarding before it’s crowded.”

“Okay then.” He shrugs and checks his watch. Minutes later we are sitting in the most luxurious seats I have ever experienced on a plane. I’m doing my best not to gush.

“I’ve never been boarded quite so efficiently, Davy.”

“You were boarded quite efficiently last night, love. On and off a few times.”

“Don’t be a pig, Davy.” I can’t help smiling though. I was rather efficiently serviced and just thinking about it gives me a naughty flush of heat. “And these furnishings… Sheer luxury.”

“It’s the difference between arriving ready to go exploring and needing a half a day to rest when you get there.”

“I quite imagine so. And almost private too.” I wink at him. He confessed earlier that despite his jet-setting tennis career, he’d never… Well, the mile-high thing. Carrie and I had some cramped, fumbling mutual masturbations but I admit it would be nice to help Davy get his ‘wings’ should the opportunity arise.

There are three rows of seats and three pair of seats in each row. We have the window on the top right and Davy offers it to me like a gentleman. I decline of course. Looking out windows is for people who don’t mind being reminded that they are in a tin can high above the ground. There is a monitor and charging ports, flip down tables and well it feels a bit naughty, like I’m sitting in somebody important’s seat.

To the rear of this section are some doors through to bursa escort economy and in the front, I see a galley of sorts and restrooms off to the side. There’ll definitely be no sneaking off to the loo with my new hubby, not even if it were darkened.

Despite the comfort of the couch-like seat, my bottom reminds me again of my naughty wedding night and I excuse myself, taking the little tube of Bonjella with me. A pretty flight attendant notices me walking toward the loo and asks if I need anything.

“Just the loo a moment, thank you.” I tell her as she busies herself in the galley. As I wee and then attend to dabbing some ointment on my bottom, I think about the flight attendant. She was perfectly groomed as only flight attendants can be. Her blonde hair was held strictly in a tight bun, her uniform quite well pressed and fitting. She had a lovely figure despite being a little tall. Tall girls can so often get quite spindly looking.

The most noteworthy feature she sported was her mouth. It reminded me a little of Angelina Jolie if she was tall and very fair. Her accent too, was fascinating. Perhaps American, perhaps French. She spoke slowly like a drawl but enunciated her consonants quite clearly. Fascinating tattoo as well.

As I exit, she asks me, “Can I get you and your friend some drinks. I’m afraid that boarding will take some time and I won’t be free to find you refreshments until we’ve taken off otherwise.”

“Dear, that would be lovely.”

“Perhaps a bottle of something to share?”

“Something white please?” I have no idea what sort of wine stock they have. I’ve never been offered more than a beer or glass of white, maybe a poor imitation of tea or coffee.

“Take a quick look at this, Cher.” She hands me a menu and I’m sure my eyes boggle. It’s like a mini restaurant menu.

“The Brown Brothers Semillon would be lovely. Thankyou.” I return the menu to her.

As she takes it, I see that little tattoo around her wrist again. It’s little angel wings in pink and blue that make a bracelet around her elegant slim arm.

“And your friend? Perhaps a whiskey?”

“My husband.” Oh dear, I’m becoming such a possessive cow. “And no, I’m sure he’ll be happy with a glass of white.”

“Oh lovely, off on a romantic getaway?” She asks as she scoops ice into a bucket.

“Honeymoon.” I grin. “Two weeks in Thailand, a little while at home in Birmingham to visit family and erm, then out to some place in the desert where Davy grows cows for a couple of weeks.”

“How exciting. I’m Calista. If you two need anything just catch my attention. Enjoy your flight, Cher.” She hands me the wine and two glasses and busies herself with her duties.

Davy helps me like a dear. He takes the wine and settles me back in my seat then takes his next to the window and corks the wine (it’s a twist top).

“Oh nice. Did you and Carrie ever get down to the Clare Valley?” he asks. I just love that he speaks about her with such confident nonchalance. With Carrie I had to hide any mention of past lovers or simple attractions. But Davy is just not wired with jealousy I suppose.

“No. I don’t even know where that is. We visited Cairns and the tablelands. Once we went to Sydney for a long weekend. Apart from that we tried to do all the local south east Queensland touristy things.”

“Ah… You’ll love it. There’s a lovely little B&B I like. Could never much get Karen to come with me. She hated travelling. But the wineries and the scenery. God Jules…” And then he does that thing he does where he paints a picture of a place with his memories and I feel like I’m right there holding hands with him. As we sip our wine, I’ve quite forgotten my nerves and I’m simply lost in his story.

Suddenly, the pretty Calista is begging our attention and I find there are other people quietly sitting in all of the other seats around us. She drawls her mellifluous accent through the pre-flight announcement and the nerves return a little. Thank god for Phenergan and for the beautiful man who holds my hand like he will his children’s one day. We haven’t had much conversation on that.

As we buckle up and taxi, I’m thinking I’d like at least one of each. He’s indicated he’s open to parenthood but just happy enjoying how things evolve. It sounded non-committal but that’s just Davy. He is an in the moment man. I wonder what our children would look like. Would they be tall like him; have his eyes or mine. I love his eyes. Those same hazel pools that watch me now for signs of nerves as I feel the giant tin can thrust me hard back in my seat.

I giggle. Not in fear but with finding this moment analogous to my wonderment on our future. I’m sure it will be exactly the same. We’ll dive head long into whatever we choose and he’ll be right there holding my hand and smiling at me.

A proper Brummie girl knows that the most important thing in any situation is not spilling one’s bevvy. So despite my almost euphoric enjoyment of the take off and the feeling that no matter what life throws at me, so long as bursa escort bayan I have his hand, I’ll be fine; I grip the stem of my wine glass and instead of panicking about fiery plane crashes as I usually would, I worry about spilling my drink.

“Ta-ra a bit Australia,” I smile at Davy. “Thank god for the tot. I was ever so nervous.”

“The toot? The dunny?” Davy screws up his face. “What are you on about Jules?”

“The tot silly.” I tilt my wine glass to him. I’ve learned enough Aussie slang to know that the toot, is the toilet and the dunny is too. But a tot is something quite Brummie. “The drink. Oh, and for holding my hand. I’m such a silly when it comes to planes.”

The flight becomes boring quite quickly. Even the announced turbulence, given in the pilot’s slow baritones, was more like a bit of a love tap. My bottom though. It required quite regular visits to the loo for a little bit of teething goo. Every now and then, I was excusing myself to go and dab a little numb on my ‘bum’, to use Davy’s name for it.”

I learned a little French in finishing school after leaving high-school. Horrible little adventure in the alps that was. Deportment… Etiquette… Grooming… Lesbian 101… I aced them all. So, when I hear Callista muttering outside as she prepares meals or some such thing, I understand her a bit better than she probably thinks.

“Mon dieu, non peanut… s’il vous plait vegan… branleur!” I chuckle at her obvious disdain for someone’s foody problems.

“I don’t care. Not a bit. J’en ai plus rien à foutre.” She clearly doesn’t ‘give a flying fuck’.

“The moment the gorgeous cretin is distracted I’m going to fuck the salope. Agh, Callista. T’as pas de couilles.” She lacks the balls?

“Talking to yourself?” I hear the other hostess up our end ask. I don’t know her name, she’s been really busy forward in first class and such.

“Bob.” Callista says like it answers everything.

The other girl laughs and says, “Be vewy vewy careful when you’re hunting wabbits.”

“I know. I fucking know right. Merde.”

“He’s very good looking though.”

“Him?”

“God yes. I’ve seen you hovering. I agree. Definitely the best on board.” Oh, so that’s what bob means, not battery-operated-boyfriend after all.

“Hey Callie doll. Maybe… Look there’s still one royalty suite…” The rest is lost as I pat and flush and wipe a little bit of gorgeous soothing gel on my little bottom hole.

“Oh!” She startles and blushes, does our girl Callista, as I exit the loo. “Oh, hi.”

“Hi Callista.” She studies the bench in front of her trying not to meet my eyes.

“Hello. I’m Kannika.” Says the smiling little Thai girl that could not be old enough to be a hostess. She’s so petite and ageless.

“Hello Kannika. Did I say that right?”

“Very well.” She nods a bow and shakes my hand. “Who is that you are with? He reminds me of a tennis player.”

Her accent is very American but her turn of phrase quite Australian. Clearly educated in English by a television and foreign teachers but brushes shoulders daily with Aussies.

“Davy. My husband? He was a tennis player.”

“Mon dieu, ferme ta gueule. David Stimpson?” Calllista gushes.

“Do you know him?” I ask the girl who holds her heart.

“Know him? God, I… Shit… You’re married to him? He was with that leggy dégénéré blonde salope. Sorry. I… Can’t remember her name. I took two weeks off and had tickets for all of his games one year. But she was draped all over him the whole time. Do you think… Fuck… Look I collect autographs.”

“Lovely Callista, that would be fine. I’m sure Davy will sign something for you.”

“Oh merci, thanks Cher. Listen. Um, you seem to be a frequent flyer to…” She indicates the loo. “I have quite the pharmacy back here. I could rustle up some Imodium if that would help make you more comfortable.” Her warm hand on my arm as she makes the offer is genuine and empathic. My blush is total and dramatic.

“Erm… Calista, I… Well no, I don’t need Imodium. Oh dear… Out with-it Julia…” I take a deep breath, “My wedding night was splendidly vigorous and I’m a little sore.”

Kannika’s laugh is like a bunch of little bells ringing. “Dayum girl, that turbulence would have brought back some memories then.”

Calista blushes and apologises, “Oh merde. Sorry.”

“It was very kind of you dear. I best be getting back. Do you have something you want Davy to sign?”

Her blush deepens and she eyes me carefully before speaking, “My bra. I have something of a collection.” She giggles with embarrassment, “Haha, such a tennis groupie. I have thirteen signed bras. Some were more fun than others to collect. My husband believes I took spare bras for players to sign but he believes my little wings are for the angels that watch over me when I fly too.”

She waves her little wrist at me.

“Erm… Calista, my lovely Davy is quite a sport and will do most things I ask of him. Leave it with me, find a pen and I’ll send him back. Signal escort bursa me somehow when you have a pen.”

“Oh, really? Are you sure? You’re newlyweds. You’d let him sign it while I wear it?”

“Lovely, I’d let him take it off you with his teeth and sign it after he’d fucked you, so long as I could watch or maybe join in.” I wink like a good new Australian citizen.

“Nom de dieu, mon dieu.” She glances sideways at a laughing Kannika, “Mais. Oh Cher, you leave it with me a while aw-rite?”

I nod and smile my naughty way back to Davy. He’s watching some kind of football on the monitor. These Australians have so many different types. At home we have football and rugby. If you include the bog arabs we have have gaelic football as well. But these colonials have erm… Soccer, League, Union, Australian rules, touch football and they even have a women’s league. And heaven help your soul if you confuse them.

He looks comfortable so I simply smile in hello and check my phone photos. I took several the other evening whilst he and Aunty M were at it. Gawd they’re hot. I’m keeping them to surprise him with. A short time later Calista approaches shyly. Dear me, she really does have quite a crush on my Davy.

“Hello again, Julia. Hello David, I’m Calista.” She reaches across me and shakes his offered hand.

“If y’all don’t mind, the pilot would like to meet you. I may have mentioned that we have honeymooners and a former tennis star on board.” She blushes like a schoolgirl.

“Come see.” She waves us to follow. We walk forward through the doors to first class. It’s a weird layout. It’s only half the size of business class. One side is walled off with two doors in it. There are single suites to the left of the aisle against the wall and double suites on the right against the windows.

Calista fumbles with a key to the cockpit and ushers us through.

“Hello.” Oh god my knickers wet with the booming baritone. “I’m Pilot in Command, Roger Harrison. You must be Julia and David Stimpson.”

He shakes David’s hand then raises mine to his lips to place a slight peck on my fingers.

“Enchanted.” He tells me as I destroy the gusset of my knickers beyond redemption. He’s a little taller than Davy; has grey sides to his short dark hair and steel blue eyes that burn with intensity. David smiles at me as Roger continues. He can see straight through me the bastard.

“Well, welcome aboard. Calista tells me you’re honeymooning.”

“Married yesterday. Ring still feels weird.” David confirms.

Roger toys with his own wedding band. “It took quite a few months for my own to feel comfortable, David. So how do you like this old bus?” He directs toward me.

“It’s quite comfortable, although I’ve never erm… travelled in business class before.” I stumble obviously smitten. David’s smirk grows more tiresome by the moment.

“It was really quite a plane in its day, this old girl. We bought it off Emirates when they were upgrading their fleet.”

“You make it sound like an old tub, Roger. It’s not gonna spring a leak or anything is it?” Davy asks like his regular cheeky self.

“No Mr Stimpson, I assure you they are maintained within an inch of their lives.” He smiles charmingly back at me, “Birmingham, I presume Julia. I’m a Leicester lad myself. Been living in Australia for almost twenty years now though.”

“Guilty as fock.” I chuckle.

He does seem rather fond of my chest. His eyes flit back and forth from my eyes, my mouth, my chest, Davy’s shit eating grin and rinse repeat.

“I’m sorry. Rather obtuse of me. You’re probably wondering why I called you forward.”

“Thought it might have been my devilish charm and razor-sharp wit.” Davy says dryly, “That or my good looks but I don’t have you pegged for a poof.”

Thankfully, the lovely man laughs at David’s droll humour. “Indeed. Well, look the old girl comes equipped with two large first class compartments that we’ve taken to calling royal class. They take up the same space as six first class suites each and only royalty could afford to pay for them. We can’t sell tickets for them at the price tag they’d require so we use them as crew sleepers or occasionally we upgrade someone.”

“God help me,” He continues, “There was a dreadful woman with three simply obnoxious children making a ruckus back in economy and I set them up in the first compartment before the other passengers threw them out the windows.”

“See Jules,” Davy says, “Don’t fly cattle class, love. Brutal back there.”

“Anyhow. There’s one left and Calista tells me you’re ahm… experiencing a slight discomfort Julia.” There’s a naughty twinkle in his eyes that turns my nethers to a swampy jungle. “So, if you’ll please follow the lovely Callie, I’ll have your baggage and things brought forward. Please do say you’ll accept. It’s a shame to have the best go to waste.”

“Bloody hell bloke. It’s a hell of an offer. Thanks heaps, mate.”

“Thank you, Roger. I wasn’t aggin about our seats, they’re lovely, but I’d be delighted.” I’d be delighted to drag him to the bloody compartment and… “Ahem…” I pull at his shoulder and peck him on the cheek. Davy is being a pig and chuckling silently. Callie, likewise recognises my distress and smirks.

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At only a couple of months short of nineteen Kerry was no virgin, but she was only too aware that she couldn’t yet really class herself as sexually experienced either. Her occasional contact with porn had told her that she still had a lot to learn and a lot to experience, and although some of the things she had come across she doubted that she would ever want to try, there were also things that just thinking about doing gave her a thrill.

Her difficulty was that Ben, her boyfriend and so far her only lover, had yet to realise that there was more to sex than just sticking it and moving it about until he shot his load, and there was little hope of him wanting to try anything even slightly different. His one concession to sexual exploration was to let her go down and suck him off. Not that it ever occurred to him to reciprocate. Why, she grumbled to herself, were men so slow to mature in the bedroom? She was rapidly coming to the conclusion that an older man would be a better lover, and a much better tutor.

Someone like Nathan would do nicely, she told herself, contemplating her next door neighbour, who was in his mid-thirties and therefore nearly twice her age. Okay, he was tall and skinny and his hair was already receding, but he had an air of confidence about him that attracted her. She was sure he wouldn’t leave her bored and frustrated.

The silly thing was that he had hit on her several times in a half-hearted kind of way without realising how tempted she had been and how it had only been teenage insecurity that had prevented her from responding. But how could he know that if he pushed just that little bit more his flirting would have paid off? She swore to herself that one day he would make light-hearted advances once again and she would surprise him by saying ‘yes’.

Then one afternoon, when these thoughts were still fresh in her mind, he called to her over the dividing fence.

‘Joan’s going out tonight, I wondered if you fancied coming round and keeping me company?’

It wasn’t the most imaginative of chat-up lines and it caught her by surprise, and so at first she automatically shrugged his approach off, giving him the usual disdainful roll of her eyes and turning her back. But then, even as she turned away, she was thinking that maybe, just maybe, this was the day to do as she had promised herself and let him seduce her. It wasn’t as if she had anything else lined up, and either it would give her an evening to remember or it would have called his bluff and he’d leave her alone in the future. Yes, she decided impulsively, she would take him up on it and be damned with the consequences. She turned back to accept his invitation, but having received the expected rebuff he was already moving away. Never mind, she could call around anyway and surprise him, knowing that if he really wanted her, he wouldn’t mind.

She dressed with care, a tee-shirt top with no bra, a short white tennis skirt, and tiny white cotton panties – she’d read somewhere that men liked the innocence of white cotton panties. She let her hair loose into a honey blonde cascade that tumbled over her shoulders, applied what she considered to be just the right amount of make-up to make her seem sophisticated, then gave herself a quick spray of her mother’s perfume, and she was ready.

She stood before his door, fighting the urge to turn around and run. A deep breath and then she gathered her courage and rang the bell, pausing only to give her nipples a quick tweak to make them stand out. The door opened and it was too late to chicken out.

Nathan’s expression was one of total shock that quickly faded into lustful delight. He opened the door wider and bowed her in with a mock flourish.

‘Welcome. I’m glad you could make it.’

She didn’t reply in case her voice squeaked, but instead she just walked on through into his living room with her heart pounding. All she had to do now was to make sure he knew why she had changed her mind.

‘Coffee, or something else to drink perhaps?’

She shook her head and took another deep breath. ‘That’s not what I’ve come round for.’

She was surprised at herself for being able to state things so brazenly, but at least it was out now.

‘Then what have you come round for?’ His lowered voice told her that he already knew the answer to that question; he just wanted her to verify his belief.

Again she didn’t answer with words, this time because she didn’t know what words to use. Instead she walked boldly across and took his hand, placing it firmly on her right breast, instinctively choosing the one that was furthest from her thumping heart.

‘Does that answer your question?’

It was his turn not to answer verbally. There was a moment’s hesitation while he digested her words, and then one hand went around her and pulled her to him while the other squeezed firmly on her breast. She tilted her head back and smiled nervously up at him, her arms going around his back in confirmation of her meaning. He looked down, smiling in his turn before lowering his mouth to hers in a long and passionate kiss, bursa escort his fingers playing with her rapidly swelling nipple. She felt her body melt as natural arousal began to take over.

She wriggled herself against him, murmuring soft encouragement while he squeezed and moulded her breast, playing with her flesh through the thin top and pinching her nipple. His kiss became more fervent and his tongue began to probe her mouth, and her own tongue answered, each one probing and exploring in a way she had not experienced before. She was becoming more and more turned on and her feelings were already getting out of control.

She had envisaged leading him on, keeping control of what they did, but her body was betraying her, turning it around and making her his plaything. It was so exciting it was scary. She pulled her mouth free of his for a moment.

‘Yes.’ She told him flatly. If she was going to surrender to him, she would at least do that in her own way.

He stared at her in momentary confusion.

She giggled with confused embarrassment. ‘Anything you want with me, it’ll be yes.’

‘You mean that?’ He asked, finally understanding her capitulation but wondering how far it really went.

‘Yes.’ She nodded resolutely. ‘Anything and everything.’

‘If you’re sure.’

He pulled her back to him, closing his mouth over hers once again, kissing her as fiercely as before, his fingers tweaking her nipple once more through her top before his hand moved down, looking for the bottom of her tee-shirt. She knew immediately what he wanted to do and released her embrace, stepping back and raising her arms over her head as a signal for him to continue.

The material of her tee-shirt rubbed against her breasts and the hem caught on her nipples as it passed, causing her to jerk and gasp from pleasure and making him smile as he carried on, pulling it over her head and tossing it carelessly to one side before gripping her by the shoulders and gazing down at her appreciatively.

‘Ben’s a lucky young man.’ He told her, his eyes fixed on her pert little breasts.

‘So are you tonight.’ She countered, seizing a chance to exert control by reaching for the fastening of her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

‘I guess I am.’ He agreed, grinning hugely and letting his eyes roam down her body. ‘You look nice in white.’ He didn’t add the word panties, it wasn’t necessary.

For a few moments they just stood there, he just luxuriating in the sight of the young body before him, and she feeling both excited and embarrassed under his gaze.

‘Shall we go upstairs?’

She answered with an eager nod.

He followed her and she could feel him ogling her nearly naked form as she ascended the stairs a couple of steps in front of him. Far from feeling uncomfortable, now it gave her a quiet thrill to be looked at and wanted, and she deliberately moved slowly to give him time to stare.

She stood at the top of the stairs, unsure which way to turn in this unfamiliar house and waiting for Nathan go ahead. But instead of leading her he placed his hands on her shoulders from behind and walked her through into the bedroom, guiding her to stand facing a full length dressing mirror, seeing herself with him gazing at her reflection over her shoulder.

For a few seconds they both just stood silently looking into the mirror, Nathan with his hands on Kerry’s shoulders and she with hers hanging by her side, a tiny smile of satisfaction on her face. It was really getting to be nice to be stared at by a man with such need, such hunger, in his eyes. She felt excitement and contentment in equal measure at knowing that this older man wanted her.

Suddenly his hands moved, sliding from her shoulders down her arms on their way around to the front to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly before rolling her nipples between fingers and thumbs. A tiny animal sound came from the back of her throat and she leaned back against him, her hands swinging back to hold on to his hips. In response he bent his head forwards and kissed her exposed neck, adding to her pleasure and increasing her arousal. Her hands explored behind her as if of their own accord, instinctively moving to find his crotch and stroke his erection through his jeans.

‘That’s nice.’ He whispered into her ear.

She smiled at the mirror and nodded, her fingers searching for the toggle to his zip, listening to a sharp intake of breath when she found it and pulled, sliding it down. It was not straightforward, fumbling behind her and trying to find the way into his fly, trying to burrow a way to the rock hard cock she had been stroking, but she succeeded, feeling the hot shaft on her palm and the tip against her fingers. She eased it out, bending and pulling it through the layers of clothing, hearing him gasp, maybe from pain, maybe from pleasure, maybe a bit of both. But then she had it out in the open behind her and she pushed herself back on it, using the flat of her palm to press it against her bottom over her panties. Nathan moaned softly and squeezed her breasts bursa escort bayan harder, making her groan with pleasure. Then he nipped at her neck with his teeth, gripping her nipples hard between his fingertips and pulling them, extending them until they slipped from his fingers making her wince and gasp as they jumped back. It was something Ben had never done and it turned her on even more.

She felt a sudden urge to return the pleasure, but she only knew one way for sure. She twisted from his grip, turning sideways and dropping to her knees to take the head of his cock between her lips, her tongue instantly at work on its tip.

She could see Nathan’s reflection from the side of her eye and saw how his body language betrayed that she had caught him by surprise again. She also saw how quickly he recovered, turning to face her squarely again, then placing his feet apart and his hands on her head, moaning softly in appreciation and allowing her to lap and suck on him.

Although she didn’t know why it should, Kerry had expected an older man’s cock to feel different in her mouth, but the only variations she noticed were that he was bigger than her boyfriend and that his hands rested more lightly on her head than Ben’s, who was always trying to push her harder onto his shaft. She was glad of the easier approach, because now she found that she could do it how she always wanted to, gently licking his tip, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, taking him deeper and then pulling back, doing all the things that were not possible with Ben, who simply wanted to fuck her mouth.

As she worked she watched the mirror and listened to Nathan’s reactions, noting in her head what she was doing that caused the most intense reaction and the loudest and heaviest moans, and learned what was liked and what did very little for him. He liked her fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in opposite time to her mouth, he loved her tongue sweeping gently around the head, and he liked everything slow and amorous rather than hard and rapid. She didn’t mind, it made a change to have a man who didn’t just want her to make him cum as quickly as possible.

Soon she had him groaning deeply, his fingers entwining themselves in her hair and his hips moving just a little in answer to her mouth. She smiled inside, happy that she was learning how to do things properly, how to really pleasure a man. This was one reason why she had wanted a more mature partner, and it was working, helped by the fact that she could see in the mirror what she was doing.

It was working very well too, for it wasn’t long before his head was tilted back, his fingers were entwining themselves in her hair, his hips were twitching and he began to make tight little gasping noises. She thought she recognised the signs, feeling proud knowing that he was going to come soon and she was the reason.

She wasn’t mistaken, for it seemed that within seconds he had jerked forward with quick little gasp and the first spurt of his cum flooded into her mouth. Even though she was anticipating it, the sudden gush of fluid caught her unexpectedly and her head jerked to a stop until her lips closed around the head of his cock and she began to swallow. The thought went through her mind that he would think her young and naïve if she couldn’t keep him coming and so, even as she fought to swallow the first load, her fingers closed around his shaft and rubbed frantically, wanking him into her mouth as if that was what she had intended all along.

She’d never done that with Ben; but then she’d never needed to. He’d simply fucked her mouth and unloaded without thinking about how she was taking it. But Nathan was different, she realised that he couldn’t stop himself coming even if he wanted to, but at least he made no attempt to ram himself down her throat. Instead, she noticed gratefully, he relaxed his grip on her head so that she could draw back if she needed to. In the event she didn’t need to and she welcomed every last drop into her mouth, swallowing it all, smiling inside with pride and pleasure all the time at was she saw as her success. Even when his spurts had died away and his cock began to soften in her mouth she still licked and sucked at it, enjoying her task and hoping that he was too.

‘Fuck, that was good.’ He gasped finally, gently withdrawing from her mouth and looking down with a worn out smile.

She smiled back. ‘It was for me too. I like doing that.’ It was true; she did like doing it – with him.

She climbed to her feet and stood back, looking at him uncertainly, wondering what to do now. Nathan looked her up and down, making her feel vaguely embarrassed even after what they had just done, and then nodded coming to a decision.

‘Take them off.’ He instructed, pointing at her panties. ‘It’s your turn.’

She did as she was told, kicking them away and speculating how it was going to be her turn when she was certain that he wouldn’t be hard enough to fuck her for a while yet. But he was also undressing, casting his clothes onto the floor behind him, so he obviously escort bursa intended something.

‘Sit on the edge of the bed.’

Again she did as he asked.

‘Lie back.’

She obeyed, still wondering. His cock, now that he was also naked, hung limply in front of him, little use for anything as yet. He knelt between her knees, pushing her legs open. She gazed self-consciously at the ceiling, knowing without looking that he was staring at her pussy and feeling an embarrassed pride that he would want to. He shuffled closer, pushing her legs even wider. She expected to feel his fingers seeking her entrance, looking for a way into her, but instead in her peripheral vision she saw his head move forward and she felt his warm breath on her pussy before his mouth closed over her clitoris.

She almost jerked away, and perhaps would have done if his hands hadn’t hooked themselves around her thighs, keeping her open and holding her still. Nobody, absolutely nobody, had ever kissed her down there before and she wasn’t sure what to make of it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want it, she did, desperately, but it was so unexpected, so new to her, and so far out of her comfort zone, that she felt herself tense involuntarily. He lifted his face and looked up at her.

‘Don’t you want me to do that?’ He asked.

‘Yes.’ She gasped. ‘Yes please. I just didn’t know you were going to do it.’

‘You did say yes to anything.’ He reminded her.

‘And I mean it. Really I do.’ She assured him. ‘Ignore me; I’m just not used to things like that.’

He looked at her for a moment and smiled, nodding, and then he put his palms under her thighs to push them up and back, folding her legs and exposing her to him completely.

This time she was expecting to feel his mouth on her pussy, and this time, even though her heart was trying to hammer its way out of her chest, she was able to let go and enjoy the new experience

It was wonderful. His lips were placed directly over her clit, sucking at it gently, drawing it from its hood so that the tip of his tongue could flick across it and set off a quick surge of pleasure. She let out a gasp and her hips jerked, but then it happened again, and again, and again, and she couldn’t keep up, the separate sensations merged into one continuous moan and a lift of her pelvis. She wanted more and more, and she looked at him plaintively when he finally pulled his mouth away.

He looked up and gave her a little reassuring smile before turning his attention back to her pussy, but now instead of kissing her there he used his thumbs to brush back her curly brown hair from the sides of her slit and then to hold her labia open, leaving her to hold her own legs wide. Left unsupported her legs wanted to drop into a more natural position, but she hooked her hands under her own thighs, pulling them right back, holding them wide apart to give him free access to her cleft, knowing that he was now seeing more of her than anyone else ever had, including Ben. It was an exhilarating thought that had her heart pounding again.

This time, when he lowered his mouth to her once more, he didn’t concentrate on her clit, but instead he used the flat of his tongue to sweep all along her slit, up and down, from her vagina to her clitoris and back, making her squirm with pleasure. At first the movements were long and deliberate, his tongue pressed firmly against her all the way along her held open pussy, but slowly they changed so that he was licking her more quickly, more lightly, the tip of his tongue coming into play, probing her vagina and then brushing lightly between her labia to flick at her clit when he reached the upper end. She had never thought that oral sex could be so beautiful, so exciting, and she could soon feel an orgasm developing, a long intense build up that she could already tell would make her climax protracted and powerful.

Now, instead of wriggling, she found herself jerking forward in answer to the jolts of sensation that his tongue was giving her, her motion pushing her up against his tongue, intensifying the feeling even more.

She lay back, trembling with pleasure, so aroused she was almost out of control, just waiting for her orgasm to detonate inside her. Then his tongue tip caught her clitoris perfectly, making her cry out in ecstasy and thrust up with her pelvis. His tongue, already going down to explore her vagina when she moved, overshot and went skating over her perineum to find itself in the little hollow of her anus.

Her eyes shot wide open in surprise and she tried to pull herself away, not because she didn’t like the feeling, because she did – very much, but for the reason that she was sure Nathan would find it distasteful and unpleasant. But to her astonishment, instead of recoiling in shock and horror, Nathan gripped her hips and held her tight while his tongue deliberately circled her rear entrance, leaving her the option of accepting his attention there or actively forcing him away. There was little she could do, and besides, she wanted this new pleasure, this new and in her young eyes rather kinky pleasure, to continue. She lay there, groaning and gasping, wild-eyed and with her fingers digging deeply into the back of her thighs as she pulled her legs right back as far as they would go, and just let it happen.

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