The Strip Club

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My wife, Debbie finished combing her hair and turned around. Getting ready to go out, we were both anxious. It will be her first time going to a strip club. We decided a month or so ago that we were going to get a motel near three of the strip clubs in Orlando and do some bar hopping. We had talked about it for a couple of years, but never acted on it until now.

As we closed the door to our motel room, I was excited and looking forward to a hot evening. I had not been to a strip club in ten years or more. Getting into the car, my mind went back to a night after we made love a few months back. We talked about getting involved in a threesome or a foursome. As we drove to the first club, my cock was getting hard thinking about having a threesome with my wife and someone else.

Walking to the first club, I looked at my wife. At forty five she is still very beautiful. Her low cut top showed a lot of cleavage. Her loose fitting slacks made it hard to see the shape of her very nice ass. Her short brown hair curled just above her shoulders. At five foot one she is just a little over weight, but I like her shape. I love her large round ass and her large sagging breasts.

We paid the cover charge and walked in. The music was loud. It was dark and it took our eyes a minute to adjust. We found a table near the stage and ordered a couple of drinks. The first stripper on stage was very cute. She had wide hips and large round breast. As the song ended she picked up her shirt and a wrap around skirt to cover her thong underwear and went to mingle with the customers.

The girl still on stage was smaller and looked younger. She looked like an eighteen year old. Her breasts were real small with small nipples. After she took off her top and skirt she was joined on stage by a tall slim red head with large firm breasts.

After watching several dancers, I looked around the room. There was a table with five guys. Behind us was an older gentleman with a younger lady sitting next to him. I thought she might work there. We watched a few more dancers, finished our drinks then left.

On our way to the next club I asked my wife,

“Do you remember we talked about having a threesome?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to really try it?”

She looked at me with a look of pure lust and said, “Yes I have often, but probably differently then you. I’m curious to have a threesome with you and another guy.”

I was shocked she has always been hot and open minded, but I never thought she would really want to try a threesome. As we walked from the car to Club Juana I started to get excited thinking about what might happen later in the night. At the second strip club we enjoyed watching the girls dance. We also spent a lot of time eyeing some of the different customers. There was another couple there. The woman was having fun putting dollar bills in the garters of the dancers.

The next place we went to was Rachels. It was a lot more crowded then the previous two clubs. We looked around the room for an empty table. Finding a table we walked by the stage. I stopped to check out the dancer. She had long black hair small round breast. Her legs were long and slender. I turned and noticed my wife was gone. I hurried to reach the table she was sitting at.

At the table next to us was a couple. They looked to be thirty five or maybe close to forty. He was tall and slim. He had a gray and black goatee. His short black hair just touched the top of his ears. He looked nice in his suit pants and nice shirt. For a minute I felt under dressed. His wife had on a button up shirt that was unbuttoned just below her large round breasts. It was easy to see she was braless. Her skirt looked like it was part of a business suit, but was cut too low. Before looking back at the dancer on stage I thought maybe she had two skirts with that suit, one for work and one for going out to clubs.

My wife and I were taking turns tipping the girls. It surprised me to watch her slide the dollar under the garter of the different dancers. After an hour and a half of watching the dancers and having a few conversations with the couple at the next table, we were thinking about leaving.

I think he sensed we were leaving; he leaned over and erenköy escort bayan said,

“I’m Tim this is my wife Pam. What would you think about joining us at our motel for a drink?”

I looked at my wife to see what she was thinking. She nodded and I answered, “Sure.”

We followed them out. Getting into our car we followed them to their hotel. They were a couple of blocks from where we were staying.

The full moon was shinning down as we walked from the car to their room. Once inside Tim and Pam sat on one bed and Debbie and I sat on the other bed. After a little small talk Tim made us all a drink. When he returned with the drinks the conversation turned to sex.

Tim looked at his wife and said,

“I bet you can dance just as good as some of the girls on stage tonight.”

Grabbing Debbie’s hand she went to a portable CD player. After putting on some music, she started to dance. In the middle of moving her hips and dancing seductively she took off her top. She reached around and undid the clasp on her bra. My cock got hard watching her large round breast hanging free.

She turned around and reached a hand out to Debbie. Debbie stepped close and reached for Pam’s left tit. Pam reached around her and pulled my wife’s top over her head. The two girls danced together while they seductively took the rest of their clothes off. I could not hold my excitement when they kissed. Seeing their tongues touch got me more excited. I moved to the other bed next to Tim hoping they would move their dance to the bed.

Pam reached a hand down and touched my wife’s pussy. Debbie stopped moving to make it easier for Pam. I watched Pam’s fingers touch the sensitive folds of Debbie’s wet pussy. Debbie started to moan, then stepped back to lie on the bed. Pam let go long enough to lie next to her. As they got comfortable, they started to kiss again.

While they kissed, Debbie slid her hand between Pam’s legs to her bald pussy. Pam let out a low moan and squirmed as she felt Debbie’s hand. Debbie slid her hand down Pam’s thigh as she moved down her body. First she licked her breasts, stomach then slowly she started licking her pussy. Pam put her hands on the back of Debbie’s head. Debbie put her hands on Pam’s hips and started licking Pam’s pussy in a lot of different places.

The more Debbie licked the more Pam would moan. It seemed like she was hitting all the right spots. Watching Pam I thought she was close to cumming. I wanted to get next to my wife and put my cock in Pam’s hot pussy, but I also thought I should let them finish. Pam started moaning louder, and said,

“I’m cumming!”

She grabbed Debbie’s head and held it tight.

I stood up. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall. I took off my shirt and sox and sat back down. Just as I was about to take off my underwear, I noticed Tim getting undressed. My seven inch cock stood at attention hoping I could cut in. I started to move towards Pam’s pussy when she rolled over and started licking Debbie’s pussy.

I stopped at the edge of the bed and watched. I glanced over at Tim. He was now totally naked. I looked down at his cock. Hoping he did not catch me staring. It was nine inches with a large head. Down from the head his cock was thick. He was completely hairless all around his cock and balls. I’ve never had bisexual tendencies, but I wanted to touch it. When I realized I was staring, I turned my attention to Pam and Debbie. Pam was delicately moving her fingers and tongue around Debbie’s pussy. Debbie moaned and moved her hands to her sides and breasts. As she squeezed her nipples she said,

“Oh yes that’s wonderful. Oh yes I’m cumming!”

Debbie moved across the bed to the nightstand. She took a couple of sips of her wine and tried to catch her breath. She set her glass down and looked at Tim. After a glance at me and Pam she said to Tim,

“Come here. I want to feel your cock between my legs.”

Tim moved towards her, but before he could get on the bed Debbie went to her knees and started sucking Tim’s cock. Debbie is an excellent cock sucker. I was mesmerized watching them. I started to move towards Pam, but we were both watching Debbie suck Tim’s cock.

She etiler escort bayan took his cock to the back of her throat. Letting it slide out, she went down on it again. Reaching a hand to his balls she played with his balls while bobbing up and down on his cock. I was fascinated watching Debbie suck a shaved cock. Sensing he was about to cum, she moved to the bed and spread her legs. It didn’t take long for Tim to join her.

Pam and I moved to the other bed as we watched Tim position his cock at Debbie’s pussy. He moved it a couple of times then slowly slid it in. I watched his bare ass going up and down before Pam and I lied down.

I started slow. I sucked her big round tits. I sucked one then the other. While sucking her tits I reached down and fingered her wet bald pussy. Having never touched a hairless pussy, my excitement was going over the edge. I slowly licked down her stomach. I paid a lot of attention to the wide area just below her stomach and above her pussy in an attempt to tease her. She squirmed a little; so I went towards her pussy. Putting my hands on the outside of her thighs, I started licking her pussy. I licked from side to side and moved a hand to her pussy to try to find the right spot.

Pam reached for my legs. She motioned for us to move into a sixty nine. Taking a short break, I moved. I waited to start licking her pussy because I was enjoying her hot mouth on my cock. While enjoying her mouth, I looked over to the other bed to see Debbie and Tim had moved to the doggie position. He was pounding hard into her pussy. I turned back to Pam’s pussy. As I went back to licking her pussy, her juices were dripping on to my beard. We stayed in the sixty nine position until we were both close to cumming. In one motion Pam jumped up leaving me on my back she got on top and started riding me. It felt hot as she enveloped my cock. We clasped our hands and met each other stroke for stroke. In a short time we both came. She leaned down and I sucked her left tit. She rolled off me with a sigh.

Looking over to the other bed, Debbie was lying closest to us. Tim was on his side behind her.

Pam got up. She went to the table and poured her and Debbie another glass of wine. After handing the glass to Debbie she returned to the bed next to me. Debbie and Tim sat up. I sat up and leaned against the headboard. There was a long awkward silence. I was enjoying just relaxing and most of all I liked that no one got dressed. We all seemed comfortable naked.

Looking at the clock it was a quarter to three. I started replaying everything that happened in my mind. I went back to the three night clubs, to when we arrived at their motel and to everything that happened tonight. When I thought about when Tim was undressing I started thinking about what went through my mind and looked over at Tim. I wondered if I really could touch another man’s cock.

Interrupting my thoughts, Tim got up. Looking at me he said,

“Can I get you another drink?”

I stopped my mind from wandering long enough to answer,

“I don’t know. We probably should get back to our room.”

Pam looked towards Debbie and said,

“Why don’t you guys stay here? You guys can have one bed and Tim and I will have the other.”

Debbie thought a minute then answered,

“I don’t know.”

Looking at me she said,

“Oh have a drink. With this half of a glass of wine I can drive two blocks if we decide to go in a half an hour or so.”

Tim handed me a drink. I leaned back on the bed next to his wife. After closing the bottle of bourbon, he sat next to Debbie. I started to wonder if Debbie had some idea for the next hour. It was the way she said we’ll decide in a half an hour that had me thinking. My thoughts were interrupted when my wife looked at me and said,

“Earlier when Tim was undressing it looked like you were staring a little too long. What were you thinking?””

I was at a loss for what to say. I didn’t want to tell everyone what I was thinking, but I could not think of a good reason for my long gaze. There was a silence while I was thinking.

Pam broke the silence when she looked at me and said,

“Were you thinking about exploring florya escort bayan your bisexual side?”

Finally I just answered,

“I was thinking about two things. First I’ve never seen a cock that big and second yes I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock.”

Debbie grinned and stood up. She moved to a chair, took a sip of her wine then said,

“Tim, give him a chance to explore. I’ll move and give you the bed.”

I got up and moved to my knees in front of Tim. Slowly I touched his large head. I moved back resting my butt on my ankles giving me a better angle. I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Sliding my hand up and down his shaft, I was in awe touching a man’s cock. The feeling of touching a hairless cock was even more exciting. I’ve masturbated myself before, but this was totally different. While masturbating him I reached my other hand to his balls. I played with those hairless balls and massaged Tim’s ass cheeks.

I stood up. Knowing what I had in mind, Tim lied on the bed. I crawled over him so the girls could see. I was at his side with my feet towards his head. Leaning onto my stomach I moved closer to his cock. I slowly opened my mouth. The first feeling as my lips touched his cock was sensational. I stopped with the head only in my mouth. Wrapping a hand around the base, I slid his cock deeper in my mouth. It was so big I could just barely get a little past the head when I felt the tip touch my throat. I started bobbing up and down faster and faster each time letting the tip hit my throat.

I could hear Tim moaning. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to let him cum in my mouth. Being my first time I stopped to think about how I was going to finish. All of a sudden Tim reached a hand through my legs to my ass cheeks. Turning his head he started sucking my cock. I was enjoying it so much I forgot why I stopped.

I grabbed Tim’s cock and went back to sucking him deep in my mouth. While sucking him I was playing with his balls cock and rubbing his ass. In between sucking my cock I could hear him moaning. I sensed he was about to cum, but I kept going. I even started going faster. I was so into it I just wanted him to feel good.

He slid my cock out of his mouth and started to moan and say something. It was too late. His first shot sprayed the back of my throat. With a quick swallow, it was gone. He squirted again and again; as I tasted some I tried to pull off. Some of his sticky juice oozed down my chin onto my beard. There was a small bit of cum on the tip of his cock, I put it back in my mouth and licked and sucked him clean. After I swallowed I leaned back and looked at the ceiling. Tim’s still hard cock rested next to my cheek dripping more cum on my beard.

Tim relaxed a minute after enjoying his climax. I was still looking at the ceiling when he took my cock back in his mouth. He bobbed up and down while playing with my cock and balls. He sucked harder and harder then he shocked me when he used two fingers to at the opening of my tight virgin ass. My mind started to wander to what it would feel like having a cock in my ass.

I was close to cumming and started to warn him. I could tell it did not matter because he started going faster to make me cum. I moaned louder and said,

“Yes! Look out I’m cumming!”

He kept sucking my cock as I shot my load in his mouth twice.

Sliding my cock out of his mouth Tim pulled his hand from my cheeks and asked me,

“Was that your first time sucking cock?”

“Yes”

“For a rookie you are pretty good.”

I looked at my wife and said,

“I have a good teacher. I just tried to copy what Debbie does.”

In the next few minutes we relaxed. Debbie looked over at me and said,

“Let’s go I want to go back and take a shower and get some sleep.”

I nodded and got up as we got dressed we gave them our phone number in Ocala and our cell phone in case we wanted to get together again. We took their number and drove back to our room. Getting undressed I looked at the clock, it was ten to five.

We took a shower together. After washing our hair and bodies we started playing. With the water running down our bodies I positioned my cock at her pussy from behind. It slid in and we started a rhythm. I grabbed her hips and started going faster and faster. She started cumming and a few minutes later my thighs tingled with a ball shattering orgasm.

We dried off and set an alarm for noon. As we crawled between the sheets, I looked at my wife’s pussy then down at my cock and wondered what it would feel like to shave everything. We discussed calling Pam and Tim as we fell asleep.

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Almost Mile High

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I was flying to Chicago to meet a friend. She had needed a date for a work function. She felt the company would have frowned at her girlfriend coming. So I was the lucky guy who got to spend the weekend with her. But first I had to get there.

I had bought my ticket awhile ago. Southwest. They flew out of the local airport and direct to Chicago. She was going to fly there too and we would land at the same time. I had booked through work so had the business seat. First to board. I always liked the emergency row so I could stretch out.

I was at the gate early and checked the departure time. It all looked good, so I grabbed a beer at the bar. Then I heard the announcement. The flight would be delayed. Crap. I was supposed to meet my friend at the airport. I texted her. Let her know to grab a cab to the hotel. I’d text when we finally were going to take off. I ordered some food and another drink. Nothing to do but read and people watch.

I saw everyone at the gate sigh all together and as it was a night flight, quite a few came to the bar to get a drink and some food. I saw one young lady walking over and took my stuff off the seat next to me and offer it to her. Thankfully she accepted. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she was sexy. It could have been her face, her hips, I am not sure, but I had a good distraction.

We talked for awhile and became friendly. Told each other why we were going to Chicago. There was definite tension. We were touching each other lightly. Running fingers up arms, playing with each others hands. Good silences and smiles, where you both know something could happen. Something fun.

Finally, avrupa yakası escort they announced our flight. I paid the bill, making sure to cover her drinks, and we walked over to the gate. I was getting on first, but told her I’d save her a seat. I got on and grabbed an emergency row. The flight attendant sort of blocked the other two seats for me, until she came and he moved for her. We had the middle seat empty and hoped it would stay that way.

Finally the plane was boarded. I texted my friend before they started pulling away from the gate. Said I would see her soon.

I was already sitting next to my new friend, having lifted up the arm between us. Hands were teasing hands, her skirt had somehow been slid over her knees, and I was touching her bare skin. The flight attendants checked seat belts and gave us a little smile when they walked by our row.

The lights were dimmed as we started take off. We kissed before we ever reached the final altitude. We didn’t have long. We had to make the most of it. I was aching. Hard. She was hot. I could feel the heat from her legs. I slid my hand up more as we tried to be discrete. We weren’t. The flight attendant came over and gave us a blanket. Then happened to tell us, because it’s so late, there won’t be any beverage or snack service so we shouldn’t be bothered.

I didn’t care. As soon as the blanket covered us, i slid her skirt all the way up. I needed to touch her. She was wet, sticky, hot. She said she was too nervous to cum. I said we can try. I slid fingers in and out as she took my cock out bahçelievler escort bayan of my pants. Her hands felt great. I was sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy as she stroked my cock. “I love to swallow” she told me. Fuck I could cum right now.

I looked around and then grabbed her head and forced it under the blanket. I was going to join the mile high club (sort of) and wasn’t even in a bathroom. Because of the angle, my cock was not going all the way in, but who the fuck cared. Her tongue would run around my head every time she pulled back, before plunging down again. I whispered I was going to cum and she would swallow it all. I pushed her down as hard as I could and started to shoot.

5 or 6 shots later, and a sore lip from biting it to keep quiet and I let her up. She licked her lips and her eyes sparkled. “See” she said. We still had time to fly. I was determined to make her cum. As she leaned back I kissed her and slid my hand back to her pussy. She may have been wetter than before. I had to taste her. I slid my fingers in and out coating them. Then I took them and sucked them clean. So thick and sweet. Delicious.

I did this a few times before she grabbed my hand and cleaned the fingers herself. “I love pussy too” she said. Immediately I thought she should come to the hotel with me. My friend loves pussy too. As we made out and tried to get her to relax, we talked about after the flight. Unfortunately, she was meeting family who would probably be waiting for her. So I had until the flight ended.

They announced bakırköy escort the descent and I knew she wasn’t going to cum. I made sure to get her number and agree to meet up. I had some work left to do and I wanted to fuck her. Her pussy was so hot on my fingers. I need to feel it with my cock.

We landed and I helped her with her carry on and we headed off the plane. Somehow holding hands on the ramp. Even in the terminal. A connection had been made and more would come from it.

While we were walking, I saw a side corridor with a bathroom sign. I dragged her into the family bathroom over her protests. I couldn’t wait. I pushed her up against the counter and lifted her skirt. Her panties were soaked. I hadn’t seen them before on the plain.

I dropped my pants releasing my cock and walked up between her legs. I pulled her panties to the side. “Fuck” she sighed. Fuck I thought. She was hot and tight. We were making out and grinding against each other. I was going to fill her up, but she need to come first. I used a hand on a nipple, rolling, squeezing, twisting. Harder the more she moaned.

I slipped my other hand between us and played with her clit. She had to meet her family, but would do so with a smile on her face. I could feel her pussy clinch on my cock the more I played with her. I rubbed her clit faster, fucked her faster. Finally she leaned back. She groaned, moaned, “I’m cumming..ugh” over and over. I started to cum in her too. Filling her. Marking her as mine.

After we were both done. I pulled out, and covered her pussy with her panties. Let her straighten herself out. Then walk out with a kiss. I knew I would never see her again no matter what she said. And she would meet her family with my cum dripping down her leg. I smiled and thought that all flights should be like this as I walked out and headed to the cab stand.

I texted my friend. I told her everything. She only said “It’s too bad she couldn’t come to the hotel with you.”

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The Story of Joe

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He lay on his back naked on the bed and idly played with his erection as he thought about the last six months. Placing that ad and meeting Joe was the best thing that could have happened to him and now it was over and he was right back where he started.

His wife had stopped having sex with him the moment she entered menopause and, being the selfish person she was, never even proposed helping John out in any way and just cut him off totally. Having a very strong libido, he found himself surfing the net for sexy sites and masturbating quite often and one day while surfing and stroking, he came across a bi site with personal ads and, on the spur of the moment, decided to place an ad and see what happens. He fully described himself, 6’3″, 190 lbs., athletic build, still in very good shape at 45, wavy black hair and a thick, 8″ cut penis with a large flared crown. He included a pic of his erection and promptly forgot about it after finishing the stroke session that day. He had decided that, since he loves cock almost as much as pussy and guy to guy sex, especially with another married guy, would not lead to any romantic complications, he figured man to man sex would be perfect. He keyed the ad to a younger, married guy who would like good sex on a regular basis with an older guy.

One morning a few weeks later, he was checking his emails when he came across a message from a guy named Joe who saw his ad on the site and wanted to get together with him and talk further. He said he had a steady girlfriend but loved male sex also. He enclosed a photo of his cock, which was beautiful and thick. John answered him immediately and proposed meeting for coffee the following day. Later that afternoon, he heard from Joe and the meeting was set up for noon the following day at a coffee shop around the corner from his apartment. They had exchanged quick descriptions and John spotted him as he walked towards the coffee shop. He was a little taller than him, very good looking and about 30-35 yrs old with the build of an athlete. He walked over to him and introduced himself after making sure it was Joe and then they entered the shop and took a table slightly away from any others so they could have some privacy in their conversation.

Joe was originally from Chicago and had been transferred here by his company a few years earlier. He was going with a gal and was seriously considering settling down with her soon. He told John that he probably has some sort of father complex since he gets tremendously turned on having sex with an older man and that’s why John’s ad appealed to him. Since his wife was at work and wouldn’t be home until later, John suggested that they go back to his place where they would have more privacy but Joe told him that he just has enough time to get to an important appointment although he would love to go back with him. They arranged to get together at Joe’s place the next night and after he left to go back to work, John went back home with thoughts of their meeting dancing in his mind. Naturally, he stripped and stroked as soon as he got back to his apartment and thought about what Joe looked like naked and if his cock was as gorgeous in person as in the photo.

The next day took about a year to pass but, at last, John was standing outside Joe’s door at the appointed hour. Joe opened the door and John noted that he was even better looking than he remembered. He was wearing a robe and told John to go inside to the bedroom as there was a robe on the bed for him to put on. When he returned to the living room, Joe was sitting on the couch with his robe wide open and his beautiful, thick erection standing straight up over a large, full ball sac. John smiled and dropped to his knees in front of Joe and reached out to grasp the thick pole and run his fingers all over it from the thick base to the smooth, flared crown.

Then he held it towards his lips and leaned forward and gently took the entire crown in his mouth and began to suck it as he played with the huge balls. Joe leaned back and sighed telling him that there was nothing like a man when it came to sucking cock and he guided John’s head and gasped at the sensations he was receiving. John found that he tasted delicious and that Joe’s precum was absolute nectar and he kept firmly sucking the gorgeous organ as Joe rewarded him with a copious flow of precum that he lapped up like the treat that it was. After some time, Joe suggested that they retire to the bedroom since he wanted to taste John also.

They got into bed and lay with their heads resting on each other’s thighs as they gazed at their respective organs before taking them in their mouths and promptly losing themselves in sucking each other. Joe was insatiable and not only kept sucking his cock long after John fed him his cum but after feeding John a nice load of hot cum in turn, his cock never got soft. After their mutual orgasms, Joe got them some drinks and as he placed John’s drink on the table next to the bed, John couldn’t help but reach out and stroke the magnificent looking erection standing straight out in beşiktaş escort front of Joe. It was a beautiful penis. It had a long, thick shaft that John estimated at about 8 ½” and had a large, smooth flared crown with a deep ridge all around it that made it totally irresistible to him.

He marveled at the fact that Joe didn’t even get soft after he came and Joe told him that when he’s in a horny mood like tonight, his cock doesn’t get soft until he’s totally exhausted. While they were relaxing and sipping their drinks, Joe got down between his legs and played with John’s semi-hard organ as he told him how much he loves sucking his cock and looking up at him to see the passion reflected in his eyes. With that, he covered John’s cockhead with his lips and began nursing on it as he looked up at him. He told John that he was going to suck him until he’s good and hard as he wanted to feel John’s thick member inside his ass and can’t wait to be fucked.

John enjoyed the sensations Joe was giving him and kept his eyes glued to Joe’s voracious mouth as it worked its magic on his penis. As his cock got hard, Joe lifted his head and told him how much he enjoys feeling his cock grow in his mouth and when it was fully erect and throbbing in heat, he pulled his mouth from the thick shaft and got on his hands and knees offering John his sexy ass to fuck.

John got on his knees behind him and rubbed the head of his cock into Joe’s waiting anus to smear some of his precum into the puckered hole and make it easier to penetrate. As soon as his crown popped inside the anal ring, John knew that this was a very special asshole. The fabulous sensations that gorgeous hole was giving him sent him off on a long high as he started to fuck Joe with long, deep strokes. Joe was urging him on and telling him how good his cock felt inside him as he pushed back to get as much of John’s penis inside him as possible and his moans and descriptions of his feelings added immeasurably to the excitement of the moment.

As he stroked in and out of Joe’s beautiful asshole, he reached around and grasped Joe’s never ending erection in his hand and began to stroke it in time to his thrusts. Joe was beside himself in passion and turned his head a few times to tell John that he wanted him to keep fucking him forever because his cock was made for his ass. A short while later, Joe started to push back hard and John felt his ass contracting around his thickness as he began to moan. Then John felt the magnificent penis swell in his hand and begin shooting cum all over the bed as Joe gurgled in release and held John’s penis deep inside him until his last spasm had passed. When they finally parted, John lay down alongside him and asked about Joe’s girlfriend. He asked him if she knew he was bi and whether she joined in at all.

Joe told him that he’s been working on her for quite some time now and she might be ready for the next step. He said that she gets tremendously turned on while he has his cock inside her and describes what it would be like for her to have a cock inside her pussy and asshole at the same time. He told John that she, like him, seems to get turned on by the thought of fucking an older man so it may be possible for him to arrange a threesome soon. Joe told him that he would absolutely love to fuck her while John is fucking him and can’t wait for it to happen. John told him to go slow and break her in the right way so she’ll enjoy it as much as he and look forward to it as much as he. He also advised him not to say anything to her about being bisexual as he would take care of breaking her in to it if and when they ever got together.

Joe looked at him quizzically and he explained that, if it occurs on the spur of the moment while she’s present, she’ll accept it more easily. He told him that, after the two of them work her over for a few orgasms, he would go down on Joe while she watches and Joe can act as though it was his first time. They can proceed from there depending upon her reaction to this. Joe thought it was a good idea and told him he’d start working on it tomorrow. He had gotten to Joe’s place about 7 pm and they had fucked and sucked each other until midnight practically without stopping. All this time, regardless of the amount of times he came, Joe’s penis remained hard and ready and John found himself reaching for the beauty all night as it was totally irresistible.

When midnight rolled around, John had to get dressed and head home as he had told his wife he was playing poker and he usually got home by 1 am. They exchanged business cards and made tentative plans to get together again a few nights later. All the way home that night, John thought about his stroke of good luck in meeting a guy like Joe and was happy in the thought that he’d be having some great sex from now on.

Two days later, he was working at his desk when the phone rang and it was Joe. He reported that his girlfriend stayed over the previous night and had agreed to a threesome with him although she beylikdüzü escort bayan was still a little reticent. He had told her that John was a client of his and, because of his age and experience, could be the perfect person for them to experiment with. He told her that they could invite him to join them for dinner and see how things go. If everything looks OK, they could invite him over to his place and she could get him excited enough for them to start having sex. He told John that Friday night would be perfect for them and they made arrangements to meet at his place at eight o’clock.

John had been looking forward to this night ever since Joe had called him the other day and now he was at last standing outside his door. The door opened to his knock and a very attractive, tall blonde gal with beautiful, firm breasts smiled up at him and introduced herself as Cory and invited him in. She said that Joe was just finishing dressing and would be in shortly and asked if he wanted something to drink. He asked for a coke and as she turned to go into the kitchen, he saw one of the most fantastic asses he had ever seen, moving sensuously as she walked away. He hoped things would go well because he was looking forward to worshipping that gorgeous ass as well as the rest of her. She returned with the drink just as Joe entered the room. After greeting each other, Joe told him that Cory had decided to cook dinner home instead of going out as he had originally planned and sat down across from him as Cory handed him a drink also.

They talked for a few minutes and then Cory mentioned that dinner was ready so why don’t they move over to the dining table. She proceeded to lay out a meal fit for a king from the appetizer to the desert and coffee and John kept raving about her cooking all through the meal. When they finished eating, Joe led them back into the living room where they relaxed drinking coffee. He asked John if he would like to try some very good Hawaiian grass which he had just gotten the other day and, from the way he asked him, John picked up that there was a reason for this and accepted immediately. Joe lit up a joint and passed it to him. After he took a big hit, he passed it on to Cory who took an even bigger one herself. It was very good grass and in just a few minutes all three of them were feeling no pain. Cory seemed like a different person. All her reserve had left and she was acting loose and relaxed.

After a few minutes, she said that she was feeling very warm and was going inside to change into something more comfortable. Joe glanced at me and we both smiled as she left the room. When she was gone, he walked over and crossed his fingers as he remarked how well things were going so far. He told John that he broke out the grass because Cory always gets very horny while smoking it and he figured it would be perfect to help get her in the mood. John told him that he hoped he was right because he couldn’t wait to get at her as she was gorgeous.

They sat down to wait for her return and were in the middle of a conversation when she walked into the room and both of them stared at her dumbstruck. She was wearing high heel black stilettos and a black garter belt and stockings and nothing else! She looked like a goddess standing there. Her breasts were magnificent! They were full and firm, had a slight uptilt and were capped by very long dark brown nipples which were standing out fully erect at least a half inch from her rosette. She had a flat stomach leading down to a small, trimmed black patch of pubic hair which was just above two pouty labia guarding the sweet slit further down. Her hips were wide and sexy and her long legs were shaped to perfection.

All in all, she was a real beauty and John couldn’t wait to taste her as he guessed she would be delicious. She smiled at them and asked if they liked what they saw. Joe stroked his chin with his hand and looked over at John as he said that she seemed OK and what does he think. John looked thoughtful and told him that they could give it a try and see if it’s OK regardless of what it looks like and Cory picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

Joe asked her to come over and stand in front of them since he wanted to point out certain things to John about her. He reached up and tweaked her nipple as he told John how sensitive they are and how much she enjoys having them sucked or played with. Then he asked her to spread her legs a little and as soon as she did, her labia majora parted to reveal a good sized clitoris peeking out from the folds of its hood and delicate, petal like labia minora just below it. John was mesmerized by her beauty. Everywhere he looked, from her face to her pussy everything he looked at was beautiful and sexy. He looked up at her and politely asked if he could taste and smell her and, in answer, she parted her legs and offered him her vagina. He buried his face in her cunt and breathed in her sexy aroma as his tongue flicked out and entered her pink hole so he could taste her bostancı escort bayan nectar.

She was delicious! Everything about her was a turn on and he stood up and lifted her off her feet like she didn’t weigh anything and carried her into the bedroom where he laid her down on her back on the bed and began kissing her body from her breasts to her anus and everything in between while she squirmed in passion and tried to feed him her cunt to suck as she begged him to drive his tongue in her. He pulled her legs way back and started driving his tongue into her anal opening and she gasped in pleasure at his reaming. Then he moved to her wet slit and concentrated on tongue fucking her pink hole for a while before he moved on up to that fabulous clit which was impatiently waiting for him.

When he saw her clit, it was already well out of the hood and looked like a miniature cut penis with a crown. He flicked his tongue over it and she jerked and moaned as she told him how good it felt. As he lost himself in the heavenly crotch, Joe had undressed and was on the bed straddling Cory’s head and feeding her his penis to suck while John sucked her pussy. It was very sexy watching her suck Joe’s cock while he worshipped her crotch and tasted her offerings. He was sucking firmly on her clit as if it was a little tasty cock when suddenly she grabbed his head and pushed her pussy tight up against him as she shook in orgasm and he felt a flow of warmth on his chin and lowered his mouth to her pink opening where he discovered the fountain of youth. She was oozing a delicious clear liquid which came in spurts and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He kept sucking her sweet hole long after her last spasm was over to make sure he got all of those fabulous juices and finally she asked him to stop so she could catch her breath. Joe was lying alongside her and he lay down next to him and without thinking reached out and grasped his throbbing erection and leaned over and took the swollen head in his mouth and began nursing on it. He heard a gasp from Cory and lifted his head to see what happened and she was staring at him with an expression of lust on her face as she told him to continue what he was doing to Joe because it was the sexiest thing she has ever seen in her life. He took Joe’s delicious penis in his mouth again and began to suck it from top to bottom putting on a show for her. He looked up at her as he sucked on the swollen crown and she was looking at Joe and telling John all the changes in his expression as he was being sucked. Then Joe said something to her and swung around and took John’s organ in his mouth and the two of them went off on a sweet suck high.

As soon as Joe took John’s penis in his mouth, Cory went into orgasm and told them how hot they looked and what a turn on it was for her to watch them. She asked John to promise he would come over every day and suck Joe’s cock for her and he agreed totally providing she would also feed him her delights. He and Joe lost themselves in sucking each other and he glanced up once to see Cory frantically fingering her pussy as she locked her eyes on her man sucking John’s penis. She was close to orgasm and was telling them how sexy they looked sucking each other when her orgasm struck and she shook and moaned until her last spasm passed. She seemed fascinated by their sucking and asked them not to stop as she was enjoying herself too much and her fingers never stopped playing in the folds of her pussy as her eyes darted from his mouth on Joe’s cock to Joe’s mouth on his cock.

John started moving his head up and down on Joe’s beautiful erection so that Cory could see his thickness disappearing down his throat and then watch as he licked and nursed on the crown. Joe had been noting all this as he sucked John and started working his mouth around on John’s thick cock so that Cory could see it going down his throat and then watch as he nursed on the head. They continued this for some time and Cory would orgasm from time to time and ask them not to stop as it was so sexy. Then he felt his orgasm approaching and lifted his mouth off the gorgeous organ to tell Joe that he was about to feed him some hot cum and ask him if he was close to cumming also. Joe told him that he was about to cum also and why don’t they feed each other at the same time.

Cory was going wild as she was fucking herself with four fingers and telling them that she can’t wait to watch them both cum in each other’s mouths. John’s penis suddenly erupted and started shooting ropes of cum into Joe’s hungry mouth just as he felt the thick cock in his mouth jerk and a load of cum splash onto his waiting tongue. The two of them sucked feverishly on each other to capture every drop of juice they could muster up from their quivering balls and Cory urged them on to suck up every drop as she shuddered and shook in another wild orgasm.

From that time on, Cory bothered them incessantly to suck each other so she could watch and masturbate. He got together with Joe at least once a week and most of the time, they invited Cory over to watch and join in but every once in a while, they wanted to be alone and spent the entire evening in bed. They loved sucking each other’s cocks and could spend hours either 69ing or pleasuring each other individually. They loved fucking each other and being fucked and John was always amazed at the fact that Joe’s cock never got soft no matter how many times he came.

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Max and the Lamp 06

Max woke up the next morning when an alarm went off. His sister beside him reached over and shut off. He turned and kissed her.

“Umm, this is nice. Wish I could stay here, but, ugh, I’ve got to go to work.” She hugged into his back.

“Yeah, I like this, too.”

Jenny slid out of bed and stretched. He watched her nude body and felt himself stirring.

“How are you feeling, sis?”

“Yeah, my butt is a little sore. But in a good way. Going to take a shower.”

“OK. I’ll make some coffee.

Max dressed and went downstairs. Jenny came down in a few minutes and grabbed coffee.

“I’m gonna be late! Bye, Max. I’ll say hi to Mary for you!” She grinned at Max and left quickly. Max shook his head. She was still a tease.

Max fixed poured some cereal for breakfast. Still early, so what was he going to do? He decided a workout could help. He dialed Leroy.

‘Yo, my man,” he answered.

“Hey dude, what’re you doing?” Max asked

“Not a damn thing. Why, what do you want to do?”

Max said, “Let’s hit the gym. I need a good workout.”

“Fine idea, Max. We can scan the yoga classes for hotties!”

“Man, your mind is stuck in a rut, Leroy!”

“Look who’s talking. Meet you there in a half hour?

“OK. Bye.” Max disconnected. He dressed for the gym and decided to take his backpack with the lamp with him.

He met Leroy in the gym parking lot. “Let’s work upper body today, Max. I want to make sure the ladies get a good show,” Leroy said as he flexed.

“Oh, man. Sometimes you are embarrassing!”

They went inside and began their workout. A good crowd was in the gym, working both the weight area and the aerobic machines. Since it was mid-day, a lot of the patrons were women. Max saw several women he recognized, including Mrs. Wenner, the mother of Jenny’s boyfriend, and her daughter, Mary. Both were in the yoga class. Mary’s yoga outfit showed off her lithe young body as she stretched. Her mom’s body was not too shabby, either, Max decided.

He felt Leroy nudge him. “Hey, buddy. Focus on your biceps not that other muscle in your shorts!” Max realized he’d been staring. He also felt that his “other” muscle had responded to his reverie.

“Holy crap, Max. What the hell do you have in your shorts, a log?” Leroy was flabbergasted as Max struggle to position his hard cock to a less revealing position.

“Jealous, are we?” Max chuckled.

“Hey, it’s all how you use it, my man!” Max knew Leroy’s cock was a respectable size from glimpses in the shower. He decided to reveal his plan.

“Hey, Leroy, who’s your favorite MILF?” he asked in a low voice.

“MILF? Hmm, we’ve got a few to choose from around her. Mrs. Wenner over there is not too bad. And then there’s Mrs. Corcoran, the math teacher. And, of course, there’s your mom.” Leroy said, grinning at Max.

“Hey, man, what the fuck? Are you hot for my mom?” Max grinned to himself. If Leroy only knew.

“You bet. She’s so sexy!”

“Well, your mom is a MILF, too, buddy”, Max said. He couldn’t help himself as he recalled Melody Jenkins slobbering on his cock.

“Granted. My mom is in shape. I can see how a white boy like yourself would fancy some dark lady.” Leroy dropped his weights and looked at Max.

Max wasn’t sure where this was going to go, so he dropped it. Leroy and Max finished their workout.

Later, when Max returned from the gym, he saw that his Mom had called and left a voicemail. She was still with her sister and would be staying for a day or two more. Perfect, he thought. He took a shower and changed clothes.

He was in his room when his phone rang. It was his sister.

Hey, sis. What’s up?”

“Hello, big brother. I’m bringing Mary home. We plan on ordering something out and catching a movie on cable, and just hang out. OK with you?

“Hmm, two hot young things hanging out. Whatever will I do?” Max wondered.

“Hmm, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” his sister said.

“I’ll be here.”

“Good, see you in a couple of hours. Oh, and Mary says hi! Jen hung up.

Hmm, interesting development, he thought. Mary looks really nice. I wonder what her game is?

Max got to the bottom of the stairs as Jenny and Mary came in. They were dressed in cute tennis outfits.

“Hi, Jen. Hey, Mary.”

Jenny said, “Yeah. After work, we just played a couple of sets at the club.”

“Cool. Want to order Chinese and maybe we can watch that horror flick I never got to see.”

“Ooh. I like scary movies!” Mary said.

“Sure, sounds like a plan,” Jenny said.

“I think the menu from that Chinese place we like is on the fridge. Let’s look it over and order.” Max said. They walked into the kitchen. Max spread the menu on the island counter. Jenny stood next to him and Mary did the same on his other side. Jen’s hip touched his hip and she rubbed slightly. Mary had leaned over the counter and was turned slightly towards Max. He could see her cleavage as she leaned forward, and he was sure she did it kadıköy escort bayan on purpose. He could feel his cock stir. He suddenly felt Jenny’s hand on his butt cheek. He looked at her and smiled as she squeezed slightly. Jenny laughed and moved her hand away.

“What’s funny?” Mary said.

“Nothing, I just feel good.” Jenny said.

“You have been pretty happy lately,” Mary noted. “Things going good with your boyfriend?”

Jenny smiled. “You could say that,”

“Oooh, give me details, girlfriend!”

“Yeah, Jen, tell us the details!” Max said, laughing.

“You wish, Max. Get me an order of Szechuan chicken. Now I’m going to take a shower before dinner.”

“Me next!” Mary said and followed Jen. “Oh, and I’d like some Mongolian beef. And some egg rolls, too.” They went upstairs.

By the time the meal arrived, Jen had finished her shower and Mary opted to eat before she took hers. They ate quickly at the kitchen island, chatting about work and summer plans. When they finished, Max said, “Take your shower and I’ll take mine after you.”

Mary laughed and said, “Or we could shower together to save water!”

“Girl, you better be careful. He might take you up on your offer,” Jenny said.

“I wish!” Mary said as she walked away, swishing her hips.

After she left, Max looked over at Jenny. “Have you told her anything? About us, I mean?”

“No way!” she laughed and moved close to him. “But she’s hot for you, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe she’ll get lucky tonight. Maybe you both will,” Max said and leaned in to kiss her. She returned his kiss.

“Mmmm. You’d like that. Two hot girls at your bidding.”

Max put his hands on her tight butt and squeezed. “Yes, I’d like that. And you’re going to help me.”

“I am?” Jenney asked.

Max looked own at her. “If you want my dick, you will. If you want me to lick your pussy and fuck you again, you will.”

“Oh, Max, I’m getting wet. What are you doing to me?” she gasped.

“I’m releasing your inner slut, Jenny. And you love it! But we need to wait until a bit later,” Max said. He kissed Jenny again, squeezed her butt a last time, and then went to his room.

After a few minutes, he knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, Mary, save me some hot water!” The door opened. Mary stood there with a towel wrapped around her body, smiling. “OK, tiger, I’m done.”

Max moved out of the way as she walked out. As she walked away, Max saw that she held the towel loosely, and he could see the sway of her tight butt cheeks. Max looked forward to holding those butt cheeks in his hands later. He took a quick shower as there wasn’t much hot water left. He dressed and went downstairs.

Jenny and Mary were in the kitchen. Jenny had changed into a set of cotton pajamas, while Mary wore a long t-shirt emblazoned with the high school football logo that reached down to her mid thighs.

“Let’s go downstairs and start the movie,” Max suggested. They all went to the basement. Max settled onto the couch and grabbed the controls. Jenny sat on one side of him and Mary sat on the other. “I hear this is pretty scary and gory, too.”

“Ooooh,” Mary said and shivered. “Scary movies are exciting!” Max noticed her t-shirt had crept up her legs until it revealed most of her thighs. He also would bet she was not wearing a bra as her breasts pressed against the thin cotton.

The movie was pretty good. At one scary scene, both girls screamed out and grabbed Max’s arms. When the scene calmed down, Mary kept holding his arm, her breasts warm against his side. Suddenly, Jenny jumped up and walked to the stairs. “Pause it, Max. I’ve got to use the bathroom.”

Max paused the movie. He looked at Mary. “Scary enough for you?” he asked.

“Yeah. Although that scene with Dan and Melva was pretty sexy for a horror movie.”

Max nodded. She remained snuggled up next to him. He was conscious of the warmth of her body against his side. He realized his cock was growing. She wouldn’t be able to ignore it much longer.

Max’s phone pinged with a text. It was Jenny.

“Are u fucking her yet?”

“Slut! Hey, grab the lamp in my backpack and bring it down,” he texted.

OK

Mary sighed. “Max, do you think I’m sexy?” She looked up at him.

“Yes, Mary, I do. You are very sexy.”

“Hmm. How come no boys are calling me?” She pouted at Max.

“Cause you’re so sexy it scares them away,” Max said.

“Are you scared of me, Max?”

“No, Mary. I’m not.” He leaned down and kissed her. Her kiss back was tentative. Max probed at her lips with his tongue and her mouth opened. They kissed each other for a few seconds, then heard a cough. They broke apart and looked over at Jenny, who stood at the bottom of the steps. She held the lamp in her hands. Max could see that she was flushed and that her nipples were poking through her pajama top.

“Oh, my, did I interrupt something?”

“Yeah, you did, Mary said. “Hey, what’s that thing?”

“Bring it here, kartal escort bayan Jen. Let Mary hold it. It’s a fascinating thing, Mary,” Max said. Jenny walked over to Mary and handed it to her. She sat down in front of Mary on her knees.

Mary held the lamp in her lap. For a few seconds she was silent, then looked up at Max. “What is it, Max?”

“How does it make you feel, Mary?” Max asked.

“Umm, it makes me excited. I mean, I feel really, umm, sexy, she said. As she spoke, she was rubbing the lamp as it sat on her lap. “It’s really warm. And it makes my pussy itch,” she said. As soon as she said that, a hand flew to her mouth and she gasped.

“Oh, God. I can’t believe I said that!”

“Don’t worry, Mary,” Jenny said. “I felt the same way. Feels nice. Makes me want to rub my pussy.” With that, Jenny slid a hand down her pajama bottoms and began to rub.

Mary watched Jenny with wide eyes. Max put his arm around her. “Go ahead, Mary, you can make yourself feel good.” He took the lamp from her. Immediately she pulled up her t-shirt, revealing her pink panties. Max could see that the crotch was already damp. Mary thrust her hand into them and moaned.

Max watched her for a second, then reached to cup her left tit and massage it. Mary moaned again and looked up at him. He kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth and swirling it around. She returned his kiss, her rapid breath hot in his mount. Suddenly she jerked and broke the kiss. They looked down.

Janny had scooted closer to the couch, and was rubbing her hands over Mary’s thighs.

“Umm, Mary, I can smell you. Let me take your panties off, girl!” With that, she reached up and hooked her fingers in her panties.

“What? Jenny, what are you doing?” Mary voice was hoarse.

“I want to see your pussy, Mary. I bet it’s very pretty.” Jenny said. With that, she tugged at her panties. Mary lifted slightly and Jenny slid her panties down and took them completely off.

“Wow, Max, her pussy is really pretty. Look at it.”

“Looks really sexy, Jenny. Wonder what it tastes like?” he asked. Mary looked at Max with alarm, then back at Jenny.

Jenny leaned in and licked around her labia. Mary hissed, “Jenny! What are you, Oh, god, ooh?” Jenny was rubbing her thighs as she licked over Mary pussy.

Max kissed her again and tugged at her t-shirt. Soon he lifted it off her shoulder. Mary sat naked now on the couch. Jenny was licking furiously at her cunt, and Mary had gripped her head in her hands. Max leaned over and began to lick at her full tits. He flicked at her nipples, which grew stiff under his tongue. Mary was breathing hard and moaning.

Max stood up and began to strip. Mary watched him. He pulled off his shorts and his cock jutted out. It was hard and leaking precum. Mary gasped,

“Oh, crap. That is a big cock,” Mary cried.

Jenny leaned back; her mouth wet from Mary pussy. “Oh, yeah, it’s big. And hard. And feels so good in your pussy!” Then she leaned back on to suck Mary pussy.

It took a second for what Jenny said to penetrate Mary brain. “Huh? What did you say, Jenny?”

“You heard me, Mary. His cock feels really, really good in your pussy. But you know what else? It feels good in your mouth, too. Why don’t you find out right now?”

“Ooh. I’ve never sucked a cock before” Mary said, her eyes on Max’s hard cock.

Max leaned in, the tip of his cock near her lips. “I’ll take it slow, Mary. Now, just kiss it, kiss the tip.”

Mary leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip. She licked her lips, now smeared with his precum.

“Oh, that tastes sweet. Is that your cum. Max?” She kissed his cock head again.

“Not yet, just some precum, Mary. Now lick my cock with your tongue. Lick up and down. Make it wet with your spit,” Max ordered. She complied, her tongue lapping at his dick, her salvia dripping from her mouth.

Jenny continued to eat Mary pussy, and now slid a finger inside. Mary gasped and bucked as Jenny fucked her cunt with first one, then two fingers.

Max put a hand on Mary head. “Now, Mary, open your mouth and let my dick go in.” She opened her mouth and Max pushed inside. He was careful to only slide a small length into her mouth at a time, pulling out if he sensed he would go too far.

“You’re doing great, Mary. Sucking my cock nice. Your mouth is so wet and hot,” Max complimented her as she sucked. “You like sucking my cock, Mary?”

“Umm, Hmmm,” she said without taking his cock from her lips.

“You like Jenny eating your pussy?”

Mary pulled his cock from her lips. “Oh, yes! Oh, God! I feel so, oh, fuck! Uh! Uh! Uh! I’m coming. Oh, I’m coming.” One had held Max’s cock, and the other was on the back of Jenny’s head, pushing it hard into her spasming cunt.

She continued to push into Jenny’s face for a minute, then relaxed. Her breathing was fast and she gasped for air. “My god, Jenny. That was so good!”

Jenny leaned back and smiled up at Mary, her face gleaming with Mary cunt toprak escort bayan juices. “You came really hard, Mary, I thought your juice was going to drown me.” She stood up and turned to Max. “Want to taste her pussy, Max?”

Max nodded and she leaned in to kiss him. Max tasted the sharp tang of Mary pussy juice as they frenched. He licked around her lips.

Mary said, “Oh, fuck, that’s hot. Kissing your brother!” Then she leaned in and started to suck Max’s cock again.

“Oh, Mary, let me show you how it’s done!” Jenny took hold of Max’s cock and pulled it from Mary mouth. She kissed the tip, then pushed it inside of her mouth, much further than Mary had managed. She bobbed up and down on his dick several times, then pulled off. A stream of saliva and precum stretched from her lips to the tip, then broke and dropped onto Mary face.

“Arghh. Gross,” Mary said but licked as some of the juice dropped into her mouth.

“Not” Jenny said, and leaned down to kiss Mary opening her mouth to swap her salvia and precum. Mary eyes flew wide as Jenny forced her tongue into her mouth, then Jenny pulled back.

“Here,” Jenny said, “Now you suck it!” And guided Max’s dick into Mary mouth. Max threw his head back and moaned. Jenny held his dick in as Mary sucked and licked it, then pulled it out and shoved it in her mouth. Fuck this was hot. Both his sister and Mary sucking his dick. Too hot, he realized as he began to come. The first blast went into Jenny’s sucking mouth. She pulled off and the second and third went onto Mary face. She plunged his cock back into her mouth for his final bursts.

“My face is covered in cum. I can’t see,” Mary cried.

“Here. Let me help,” Jenny said and began to lick at Mary face, kissing her as she did so.

Max had a sudden idea and grabbed his phone. He took several quick snaps of Jenny and Mary licking and swapping his cum. Jenny looked at him and said, “Better not find those on imagefap, brother!” He nodded and stepped back. Mary lay on the couch wiping the last blobs of cum from her face. Jenny crouched between her legs, licking her lips.

Jenny stripped off her pajamas. Of course, she was not wearing any panties or a bra. She turned and pressed her body against Max. “Oooh, I need to get fucked now. Will you fuck me, Max.”

“Jenny, I think our guest needs to be first in line.”

Jenny made a face, but said, “Oh fine, then. Go ahead and fuck her. I’ll wait my turn!”

Mary was watching them talk. One hand was playing with her pussy. She gulped. “Max, please take it easy on me. Your cock is really big and I don’t know if I can take it all.”

Max stepped around his sister and kneeled down by the couch, between Mary legs splayed out. He kissed Mary on the lips, and cupped her full tits. “We’ll go easy until you tell me otherwise, Mary.” His cock was already regaining its strength.

“Oh, my god!” Mary exclaimed. “You’re getting hard already!”

“Isn’t that great, Mary? I think he can fuck all night,” Jenny said.

Max slid his body closer to Mary. He held his cock and rubbed it along her cunt lips. Her hand grabbed at it and pushed it towards her opening. “Go ahead, Max. Put your cock in me,” Mary said in a low voice. He slowly slipped the tip in.

Mary drew in a sharp breath as he moved more inside. “Oh, god. So full, Max. You are so big. Ummm. Slowly.”

Max pulled out, then pushed in. Mary sighed as he moved back in side. He pulled out again and pushed. Each time he tried to get more of his cock in her tight, slippery cunt. Each time she moaned, he stopped and pulled out. Soon, over half of his cock was thrusting in and out of her cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she was making little grunts each time, but was not complaining. Max

Jenny said, “God, this is making me so horny. I need some action.” With that she climbed up on the couch. She lowered body slowly until her cunt was poised above Mary face. “Mary, dear,” she said, “time to get busy.”

Mary opened her eyes. “Mmmm, urk, glock,” she said as Jenny’s cunt mashed into her lips. Quickly she was licking and sucking. Max rubbed one hand on Jenny’s butt as she rocked on Mary mouth. He fucked Mary a bit harder and deeper. He quickened his strokes as Mary’s cunt spasmed under him. He could her whimpering as her body thrashed.

“Are you coming, Mary,” he asked. “Are you coming on my cock?”

Jenny lifted up slightly and he heard Mary gasp out, “Yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, Max! Fuck meeeee!” Her cry was cut off as Jenny’s cunt mashed into her face again.

With that, Max lunged into her cunt; his cock was now balls deep in her each time he pushed forward. He could feel her hips buck back at him. Her cunt was so tight. When he drew out, it was glistening with her cunt juice.

Jenny lifted her body and turned until she was facing Max, then let her pussy drop to Mary’s licking, sucking mouth. She leaned forward to kiss him. They kissed while he fucked Mary and Mary ate Jenny’s cunt. Jenny suddenly grabbed his arms and arched her back.

“Ah, ah, ah. Coming! Mary, I’m coming on your face!” And she began to rock her hips furiously on Mary’s face. Max could hear Mary’s moans and the wet slurping as she sucked at Jenny. After a minute, Jenny stopped and slowly slid off to lay on the couch. Max looked down at Mary. Her face glistened with her saliva and Jenny’s gooey cunt juice. She licked her lips as she panted. The sight pushed him over the edge.

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It was just as I was about to take the final slice of apple tart, when the young woman stopped by my table on the sun terrace, and asked me. “Is this seat taken?”

I looked up and there she stood, sunglasses perched on top of her head, in a long thick imitation fur coat over a gray suit. She wore a cashmere scarf around her neck, and snow boots on her feet. She also wore a very inviting smile.

“No, please!” I hesitantly beckoned to the chair.

Nodding her thanks, she sat down opening her coat, and let me see that she was indeed very well proportioned under that fake fur in her smart well cut suit, giving me a full panoramic view of her ample alps.

She must have been in her late twenties, early thirties, I really couldn’t tell. What I could tell though, was that she was an extremely attractive woman, with short styled auburn hair and almost green eyes. She could have been Irish, but her accent was not from the Emerald Isle, and sounded American from her short request to sit at my table.

I smiled at her, rather embarrassed now, as I ate my apple tart with a large spoonful of whipped cream on top. It tasted just out of this world, and showed on my face in an expression of pure bliss.

“Are you here to ski?” I asked her as she watched hungrily, while I devoured the tart.

“No,” she shook her head, still intensely watching the tart disappear.

“Maybe you’d like a coffee?” I offered, quite put off by her staring at me.

“Oh yes please, and a slice of that, if I may? It looks so delicious.”

I caught the café waitress as she passed, and ordered two coffees and some more patisseries. May as well give her a selection I thought.

“So you are not here to ski, then perhaps you skate?” I asked politely, ” or maybe you curl?”

“No, not those either, I’m just here to have some fun!”

“Good place to come. Sun, snow, and lots of beautiful people.” I remarked.

The coffees arrived and she ate the first slice of apple tart like she hadn’t eaten for a week.

“Forgive me, but you do seem a bit on the hungry side?” I wondered.

“Oh I’m sorry, but it has been a long day getting here, and yes, I am very hungry.”

“What about a proper meal, a dish of something more filling?” I asked her, as she started on the second slice of fruit tart.

“No thank you, this will be fine, I will soon fill up my little stomach.”

“Where are you staying?” I also wondered.

She stopped eating and then looked at me very intensely, and said quietly, “I thought I might stay with you for tonight!”

“You what?” I spluttered almost choking on my coffee.

“Only till I get myself settled in. It would only be for one night, or two maybe. What do you say?”

“Hell’s teeth! How do you know I’m on my own, and not with someone else?”

“You just look as if you are here for a good time too.” She replied, taking the last patisserie and munching into it.

“Can’t you find a hotel, is that it?”

“Sure, I can find a hotel, but without any baggage and not much money to buy some, I would be out on the streets in no time. It turns pretty cold, up here, in the mountains at night.

Look Sweetie, please help Nikki, she’ll be very good to you, she knows how to be nice, believe me!”

“I’m sure you do, … Nikki.” I stammered. “But it’s not that easy. Swiss hotels do not take kindly to people bringing in unregistered guests. They don’t mind the sex bit, it’s the loosing out on the cost of an extra bed they get angry at. I know from past experience, they get very angry indeed, and besides I happen to like my hotel and don’t want to be thrown out.”

“You tell me the room number and the name of your hotel, and I’ll get in with no one seeing me, it’s that simple!”

She touched my hand, and not only because her hand was cold, did it sent a shiver down my back. Her green eyes looked deep into mine and I was lost for a moment in all her sultry, female pleading.

“It can’t be done it, I’ll be caught and thrown out.”

I blurted out, trying to reason with her, but she still had hold of my hand and was still searching my face for some kind of help.

Some days you throw caution to the wind and to hell with the risk. This could be just one of those days, I thought, as my mind raced, and I looked once more at those perfect breasts she had hidden under her pink jumper and jacket.

“Just one night?” I hesitated, hardly believing I had asked.

“Or two!” she replied smiling, knowing full well that she had won.

“Okay, but I’m not happy, not happy at all. It’s number thirty- eight, on the third floor, Hotel Berg, just across the square, over there. Use the lift, but go into the underground car park and take it from there. The third floor … can you remember all that?”

“Yes, but can we go now? I would love to take a hot bath.”

I paid the café bill, and walked away from her, and over to my hotel. A new building, but done in a pleasing Swiss style, giving an air of old looking modernity, so as to blend in well with göztepe escort bayan the many old traditional chalets in the town.

I collected my room key from the front desk, and then took the lift, and strolled on down the corridor to my room overlooking the frozen lake and the surrounding mountains. It would be a pity to get thrown out of this lovely room with a view, however beautiful the prospects it might afford.

I smiled at remembering Gerald Hoffnung’s reading of an alpine hotel brochure that stated there was, ‘A French widow in every bedroom, affording great prospects.’ I wondered if my American was going to be just plain affordable?

She had to be on the game, I decided. No doubt about that, but the hell if I was going to pay her for services rendered. She owed me now!

A knock at the door brought me back to reality, and I quickly let her in.

She kissed me warmly on the cheek and giggled with excitement as she danced around the room, touching bits of furniture. I took it that she liked the room, as she flung her coat off and the jacket of her gray suit, before diving onto the bed still giggling madly.

“Is the room to Mademoiselle’s liking?” I asked, wanting to hear it from her.

“Perfect Cherie. Come here and let me kiss you. You are so very kind to Nikki in her hour of need!” she laughed, speaking in a French accent.

I knelt with one knee on the bed, but she caught my arm, and pulled me to her and kissed me. She was gentle at first. A definite, thank you kiss, but then came passion, and a definite, I want you, kiss!

I rolled over onto her, and pinned her down, and started to devour her. She ate me back, and made soft moaning whimpers as I bit her lower lip and felt her small firm breasts. Lifting up her jumper and bra, I felt their eagerness to be loved. Their hard nipples were so perfect, as I squeezed them, and then enjoyed their horny hardness, as I sucked them, one after the other into my mouth.

I had my hand between Nikki’s legs now, and rubbed her crotch hard as she writhed at my touch.

All I knew was, that right now I wanted to fuck this American girl, whore or no whore, and it seemed to me that she was in the mood to be fucked too.

“I should first take a bath.” She gasped, struggling in my arms. “I feel so dirty from all that traveling.”

I like them dirty, I thought. To hell with washing, she can wash afterwards.

I started to strip her naked, and she obligingly let me do as I wanted with her. When she was all so beautifully bare, she helped me to throw off my own clothes onto the floor, and lay back on the bed, legs wide apart. With a welcoming smile on her face, she bid me enter her.

She reached out and taking my cock in her hand, led it to the lips of her very wet and wanting pussy. Her legs came up with her knees pressing hard against her small full breasts, as she slipped me inside her with a groan. Then she brought her legs up over my shoulders and said something in French of which I only caught the odd word, but knew it had to be deliciously dirty.

I pumped her roughly while she looked into my eyes, tossing her head from side to side and telling me to screw her really hard!

I wondered if she said that to all her clients?

She obviously like to be screwed, it was her work after all, but some pleasure had to be gotten out of it, some way along the line of her daily grind.

Pictures of a student friend of mine, vomiting into a gutter in Paris, after having been with a pretty little whore in the Place du Tertre, crossed my mind. It had not been anything she had done that up set him, but the sordid sight of her next customer waiting outside the cheap hotel room door that had turned his stomach inside out.

Best not to dwell on matters of that kind I thought, still wondering how, and where, and with whom she had been?

She rolled me over and sat straddled across me, holding my shoulders down and now pumping me. She gasped and let out a shriek, as she climaxed, sending waves of pleasure from her cunt racing through out her body. She purred and smacked her lips and said, “Oh yes!”

I threw her off me and kneeled up on the bed behind her. She lay on her side in a scissors position, and with one knee between her parted legs, I thrust my cock back into her pouting puss. I pulled backwards on her outstretched right arm watching as she turned to look at me, smiling sexily and saying, “Oh yes Darling, fuck me hard, I need it hard!”

Her cunt was now so wet, it positively squelched, as I thrust my cock in and out of it. She was certainly a very wet and wanton woman. I pulled her bum’s cheeks apart so as I knelt there, I could watch my cock fucking her hooker’s hole. I saw the pale white juices coating my shaft as she drooled for me, and told me dirty things she loved to do. Filling my head with luscious filth that made me lust for her even more.

She groaned, and I asked if I was hurting?

“No, don’t stop. I just love it!” halkalı escort bayan she hissed.

It didn’t take us long. It couldn’t have taken any longer, as her magical minge was flying fast to paradise.

I told her ‘soon’, and she begged ‘yes’. Then we started to cum in a massive combined orgasm that made us scream the place down, as we fucked and bucked and trembled on that hotel bed.

No French this time, just plain Anglo Saxon swear words, as she got herself off, wrapped around my throbbing knob, as it spewed its seed into her contracting cunt.

“Now, I think you can take that well earned bath, my Yankee Doodle.” I sighed, feeling blissfully exhausted, thinking that she was some damned Doodler, this room guest of mine.

We lay in the bath together, with no need for me to play the hero and take the tap end. This bath had the tap and plug in the middle so we each had a smooth end to rest our heads. All so very efficient, and so very Swiss.

She told me her name was Nicole. She lived in Paris, and her mother was French and that her father was an American journalist. Her friends called her Nikki, while her father called her Nick. He always wished for a son he didn’t have. She didn’t say what she did for a living, only that she had a degree in mathematics, and had studied in both America and Paris.

I simply told her my name was John, and that I was employed in Agriculture. We left it at that, and lay back in the hot water and tickled each other all over with our toes.

“There is one final request I have to ask you John.” She said, as we dried each other off. “Could you take me to the Aristo Club tonight?”

“That’s not a cheap place Nikki. It’s the place where they buy their drink by the bottle, and have little private lockers to store it in.”

“I need to land myself a man there, just to help get me started. Do please take me. You can go as soon as I’m settled in.”

“You’ll need something a bit better to wear than a pink jumper. Maybe if I was to buy you a new silk blouse that might help?”

She kissed me, and we got dressed and went out to shop. Later wearing her new elegant Italian printed silk blouse with a new scarf, we ate in the little Stubli under the Hotel Berg where the four-man band was in full swing.

My blonde Swedish friend Titti, waved to me, as she sat with her captain and co-pilot of the small jet they had flown here, bringing some industrialists to ski for a few days. Titti was bored, and didn’t care much for snow, as she lived in the stuff most of the year back home. She did however, care for drink. She loved whiskey, and also the taste of an obliging cock, to chew on, in between her drinks.

I had met her in the hotel lift. We both got on going up, and ten minutes later we both got on together going down, this time dressed in overcoats to go out.

“We meet again!” I had said, a bit taken back, as if by magic, this tall stunning blonde had appeared out of nowhere.

She smiled at me, and linking her arm in mine said, “Where should we go then?”

We had walked around the town enjoying all the pretty lights. We listened to the crunch of very cold frozen snow beneath our feet, and watched the small sparkles of ice crystals floating in that pristine pure alpine air. Later we went to a bar and had a few drinks, before returning to my room to sample my duty free bottle of single malt whiskey, where I tried to fuck this Nordic beauty to a standstill.

I ordered us schnitzel with a large salad and pomme frits together with a carafe of white wine.

Helga waited on us at the table, and did her usual plum fairy walk, as she promenaded about the Stubli.

“She’s a ballet dancer.” I told Nikki, as way of explaining that odd walk with the feet pointing to a quarter to three, toes down.

“I bet she is.” Came Nikki’s reply, as she looked the wafer thin young German girl up and down.

“She’s working her passage to America.”

“You can bet your life on that too!” She grinned, raising an eyebrow.

There is something I always think, so very frail and feminine about ballet dancers. They are like little dolls that need just love and attention. So frail they might break if you were rough with them. Helga, however, was definitely not in the frail league, but did need the love and attention on a daily basis. I put it down to her highly artistic bent, together with her shaved pussy that must have kept reminding her of its needs day and night. She said it was shaved so as not to show through her white dancing tights, but I think she just loved that smooth cool feeling, that kept her so continually sexy.

The real problem with Helga, was not her insatiable lust for being loved, nor her hard skinned feet that she liked to put everywhere, but the alarming fact that the hotel Chef was her husband! This fact had somehow just slipped her mind, and it was only after the dirty deed was done, so to speak, that I found out she was indeed married to a very large and ikitelli escort bayan jealous chef.

Being the owner of a dangerous assortment of cooking knives, which could inflict terrible and permanent damage to one’s person, made me promise myself to lock my bedroom door securely each night from then on.

It was nine-thirty when we arrived at the huge baronial Royal Palace Hotel, up on the hill, over looking the town.

We handed in our over coats at the cloakroom and went down stairs to the Aristo Club.

As always, it was full to bursting point, and we pushed our way to the bar and found a couple of seats spare. From here we could survey the dance floor and all the tables of laughing people.

I bought us both a couple of drinks. A beer for me and for Nikki a tonic water.

“Don’t you want anything in it?” I shouted to her above the noise of the music.

“No thanks, I want a clear head tonight.”

We danced, and then she told me. “Okay, I have him in my sights.”

“Which one?” I wanted to know.

“Over there, he’s on his own and he looks nice and rich.”

“He looks fat and horrible to me!” I replied in disgust. I looked at her choice and shuddered, thinking of my friend throwing up in a Paris gutter.

“Leave me now, I’ll be fine. Trust me, you go home.”

I felt kind of hurt, and used, and very angry, telling her. “I’ll leave the door on the latch in case you decide to come back.”

I’d been asleep for some hours when I heard her in the room, moving about. I switched on the bedside light and looked at my watch. It was three thirty.

“My God it’s late.” I said squinting at her. She swayed at the end of the bed and it was obvious that she was slightly drunk. “Well, how did it go? Did you score?” I demanded to know.

She reached into her coat pocket and pulling out her hand, threw a fistful of money up into the air.

“I’m very tired, and I think I might just pass out!” Nikki sighed.

I sprang up out of the bed and grabbed her as she swayed on her feet. I pulled off her coat and then let her collapse onto the bed.

She seemed to fall asleep in an instant but I managed to undress her and roll her under the duvet and then climb into bed myself and lie there wondering what on earth she had done for that money?

“Ah breakfast!” I called out, pulling on the white hotel bathrobe, to answer the knock on the bedroom door, sometime after nine the next morning.

“Herr Kalbermatten! Don’t tell me you have a staff shortage this morning?” I asked, surprised to see the hotel manager holding my breakfast tray.”

“May I have a word with you Herr Stephens?” He spoke in a soft, serious voice.

“Please, come in. Here, let me take that tray.”

I placed the tray on the small table by the bed and smiled my best smile, knowing that this could be trouble.

“I was wondering just how long your American lady friend was intending to stay with us?”

Loud singing came from the bathroom, and Herr Kalbermatten nodded his gray haired head in that direction, with all the seriousness of a Swiss banker talking about the holy subject of money.

“We are just about to comb the town for a room, as soon as we have eaten.”

I added cheerfully, to try and set the esteemed Herr Manager at his ease. “But as I know only too well, it is the height of the season, and all hotels are fully booked, so it will not be an easy task before us.”

“Indeed. As a cherished customer, we would like to help you out here, with say, a nice double room, but alas there is simply nothing available. However my good friend Rubi Wiess, who owns the Hotel Alpenblick, by the church, has a single room free from this morning, if you care to take it?”

“That would be splendid.” I said with relief, wondering if he had been ringing round the town all night to find us a room? “Would you tell him that we will take it, and call later this morning to make the arrangements.”

The gray haired manager bowed his head and with a sly smile added quietly, almost in a furtive whisper.

“What an amazing woman, your friend is! She is the talk of the town today.”

“Really?” I asked, not too sure how this conversation was going to go.

“Oh yes, everyone is talking about her. What a night she had at the Royal Palace Hotel.”

I had terrible visions of some kind of wild orgy having taken place. Maybe it had been lewd striptease on top of the bar? Men placing huge bets on her, for all manner of reasons. The mind boggled at the things Nikki-Noo could have got up too.

“Some Crown Prince from the Emirates, lost over ten thousand francs to her on the single flick of a card.”

“Really?” I gasped, trying to catch on.

“First, she nearly broke the bank playing roulette, and then went on to clean out the Baccarat players. The Prince was so angry at being beaten time after time by a woman, he pushed all his chips into the middle of the table and bet your friend, all his money, for her!”

“Oh my God!” I gasped.

“My wife’s, brother’s boy, works at the Casino, and he told us everything this morning. There were free drinks all round, and there was a wild party going on, all by courtesy of your friend. You should have been there to have seen it all.”

“I … I was not well. I came back early, I’m afraid. I do seem to have missed all the fun. I haven’t had time to talk with Nikki yet, about it all.”

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Saturday – Dinner time

Mary looked at her two men. Tim, her husband, and Mike, her son were lounging on the deck and had asked about dinner.

“Hey,” Tim said, “why don’t we order a pizza?”

Mary looked at him and then asked, “From our usual place?”

Tim nodded.

“You guys have a ‘regular’ pizza place?” Mike asked.

His dad looked at him, smiled and then replied, “Yes, we do and we even have a regular delivery person if he is working. But before we can order, mom has to go and get ready.” He looked over at Mary, “I think Mike would like to see you in your ‘pizza’ outfit,” he said.

Mary smiled at both of them and then nodded. “Okay, I will go get ready while you guys first fix me a drink, Mike if you would like a beer I think that would be okay, and then after the drink, decide what we are going to have on the pizza. Remember I like mushrooms!” With that, she stood, walked so she was standing in front of her husband, turned her back to him and said, “Kiss my ass!”

Tim almost giggled but leaned forward, as ordered, and kissed both cheeks of his wife’s ass. Then, as she pulled her ass cheeks apart, he licked the crack of her ass – tasting her and his son at the same time.

Mary looked at Mike, “Get up young man, I need another ass kisser,” she chuckled.

Mike moved from the floor to the chair previously occupied by his mother. He sat down as she stood in front of him, faced away and then bent over so that her fingers were touching the floor. Mike put his hands on her ass cheeks, pulled them as far apart as he could and then licked her ass crack. He tasted her and himself and found that his cock was already stirring. He moved his head down a little and tried to force the tip of his tongue into his mom’s asshole. She stayed still and he fucked her ass with the tip of his tongue for a few seconds. Then she straightened, turned and kissed him, and left the room to get ready for the pizza man.

His dad got up, “You want a beer, son?”

Mike nodded and his dad went into the kitchen. Mike was sitting there wondering what the heck was his mom’s pizza outfit. After several minutes, his dad returned, handed a cold bottle of Bass Ale, placed a drink for Mary on the table and then sat down with his own drink.

“Mike,” his dad started, “your mom and I were talking earlier. We want to make sure you are comfortable with what is going on. We don’t want you to feel forced or pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do. Are you?”

“Dad, before this morning I was, basically a virgin. I had gotten a hand job from one girl, another sucked on me but didn’t let me cum in pendik escort her mouth, and I fucked a girl at school. We were both drunk and I don’t remember much about it except that trying to get a rubber on your dick when you are drunk is a lot harder than you might imagine. Since this morning, I have fucked mom’s pussy and ass, she and you have both sucked on my cock, I have found out that her dad was fucking her, and that you guys like pictures. To be honest, it is a lot in a short time but I am enjoying every single moment and act and I damn sure don’t want to stop now. Mom talked to me a little bit ago about the same thing and I gave her the same response. So, to state it clearly, I am comfortable with what is happening and I want more and more and more. Does that answer your question?”

Tim smiled at his son and nodded. “As far as you wanting more and more, you might want to know that your mom wants to be your sex toy and slut. She told me that she would let you do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted and, in most cases, wherever you wanted. I am of the same mind. I know some guys have a problem with bi sex, but, if you look at sex with the attitude that it is for pleasure, it opens all kinds of possibilities. We know you have been exploring on the net and have looked at some interesting pictures and that you would probably like to try some of the things you saw. I am here to tell you, whatever you can think of – within certain limits – is going to be fine with your mom and I. Now, I have another question for you.”

“Shoot dad,” Mike said.

“How would you feel about inviting your grandparents to spend next weekend with us?”

“That would be fine with me, I haven’t seen them in a few months anyway,” was his reply.

Neither said anything for a second and then both of them started to speak at once.

“Dad…..”

“Mike….”

Mike looked at his dad and said “Go ahead, your first.”

“Well, you know that Fred has fucked your mom for quite a few years, right?”

Mike nodded.

“You also have to know that Fred and I have been sexually involved since shortly after your mom and I got married. You also need to know that Ellen likes to watch. She doesn’t participate or even get naked, but she seems to really enjoy watching others having sex. Would you be comfortable in that kind of a setting?”

“Well, I am not sure I am an exhibitionist,” he chuckled, “but I am sitting here naked in front of you and mom and I am comfortable with that. Yeah, dad, I think I would be okay with it. I do know that I want to try it.”

“Cool,” his dad said, “I will give üsküdar escort them a call and extend the invitation. While I am talking with them, would you like to try something?”

Mike nodded his head, “Sure, what?”

“Suck my dick,” was his dad’s reply.

Mike grinned at him, “Sure, that would be interesting. Will you tell them what I am doing?”

His dad smiled and nodded his head. He got up, his cock wagging back and forth as he walked over to the chair near the phone. He motioned for Mike to kneel in front of him. Mike did and then reached up to fondle his dad’s cock. He liked the feel and weight of it. As he was touching it, it was already starting to harden in his hand. Tim dialed Fred and Helen’s number and set the phone up on the speaker so Mike could here both ends of the conversation. When the phone started to ring, Tim put his hand on the back of Mike’s head and pulled him forward, clearly indicating he wanted Mike to suck on him while he was talking. Mike opened his mouth, took the head of Tim’s cock and held it with his lips while he fondled his dad’s balls.

“Hello?” Mike heard his grandma ask.

“Helen, its Tim. How are you doing? Everything going along okay?”

“Yes,” she replied, “it is, how are things with you all?”

“Good, we are doing really good. We were wondering if you all would like to come and spend next weekend with us.”

“I think we can, let me put Fred on the other line.” “Fred, pick up the phone, it is Tim,” both Mike and Tim heard her shout.

The other line clicked, “Hello Tim, how are you doing?”

“Doing well, I was just asking if you and Helen would like to come and spend next weekend with us?”

While the conversation was going on, Mike was bobbing his head up and down his dad’s cock. He sensed that it was actually getting harder. He wondered if it was the blow job he was giving him or if the idea of getting sucked on by his son while talking with his father-in-law was the reason. Either way, Mike continued to bob his head up and down and fondle his dad’s balls.

“Anything special going on?” Fred asked.

“Well, you know that Mike is home from college.”

Helen asked, “How is he doing, is he getting back into the home life routine?”

“To be honest,” Tim said, “today has been anything but routine. Mary found out that he was spying on her when she was taking a shower. So, we decided to see how much he wanted to see and we put on a couple of sex shows for him.”

It sounded like Helen took a deep breath, but Fred spoke first, “Really, did he like that?”

“We think he liked it as anadolu yakası escort much as Helen likes watching. Anyway, today, we really got together as a family,” Tim said.

“How did you get together?” Helen asked.

“So far, Mike has fucked Mary in the ass – twice I think, fucked her pussy, she has sucked on him and I have sucked him. Right now he is on his knees in front of me, sucking my dick.”

Helen spoke up, “He is sucking you right now, what is Mary doing?”

Tim chuckled, “She is getting ready to order a pizza.”

Fred chimed in, “Tell me Tim, is he a good cocksucker?”

Tim said, “He is quite good, has a lot to learn but with what he already seems to know, I am sure he will be able to hold his own with the best of them.”

The phone was quiet for a few seconds before Fred spoke. “What else does he know?”

“He knows about you and Mary and he knows that Helen likes to watch. We haven’t told him any real particulars – except how you and Mary got started. We were kind of waiting for you to tell him, if you were of a mind to tell him that is.”

Helen then said, “Tim, can you let Mike talk for a second?”

“Sure,” he said as Mike took his mouth off his dad’s dick.

“Grandma, Grand dad, hi, how are you two doing?”

Helen spoke, “We are doing good, how are you doing?”

“Grandma, if it got any better, I would not know what to do with myself. It has been a really exciting day so far and, from what dad says it is going to get better. Can you guys come and visit? I would like to see you, it has been a while you know.”

The phone crackled with Fred’s voice, “Sure, Mikey, we would love to come and visit. How about if we come on Friday night, that would give us the entire weekend to play. Mikey, you do want to play, right?”

“Grand dad, like I told dad, I want to try everything and anything,” was Mike’s reply.

“That is great, we are both looking forward to it, aren’t we Helen?” Fred said.

“Yes, dear, I am looking forward to it.”

Mike went back to sucking his dad’s cock.

About that time, Mike heard his mom’s voice from behind him.

“Dad, mom, is that you?”

“Yes, honey,” her mom said, “I guess you are going to have company next weekend.”

“Super,” Mary said, “I am really looking forward to see you guys. Dad it has been a while hasn’t it?”

Her dad’s voice came over the phone, “You know it has honey, and I am looking forward to seeing you in action. Buy, am I looking forward to it.”

Tim chimed in, “Okay, that is cool, we will look forward to seeing you, say about seven o’clock on Friday?”

“Yeah, that sounds good, can we bring anything?” Fred wanted to know.

“No, just bring yourselves, I think we have everything here we will need,” Mary replied.

“Okay,” her dad said, “we will see you all then, bye for now!”

“Bye,” chorused Tim and Mary in unison and the line went dead.

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After his orgasm, Jason calmed down and became more aware of his surroundings. Seeing me covered with his semen seemed to horrify him for an instant, but then he smiled and hugged me.

“I’m sorry, mom, I think I got carried away,” he said simply.

I smiled. “Uh, that would be an understatement, dear,” I answered, “just let me get cleaned up a little.”

“No, you stay here. Let me get you a towel,” he commanded gently. I sat on the edge of the bed and he zipped into my bathroom for a towel. As I cleaned my face, I became aware of the large quantity of semen he had shot onto me.

“My word,” I exclaimed mopping up a glob from my hair, “you’re certainly fertile.” Jason laughed then came over to me, hugged me and pulled me down on the bed with him.

“No more of that,” I said firmly, “that was a one-shot deal–no pun intended.”

“It’s cool, mom,” he replied, “I just want to lie here with you for a little while.” He embraced me, forgetting about the goo that had splattered onto my shirt.

“Shit,” he grumbled, “what a mess.”

I chuckled and said, “Hey, this is your doing. Don’t blame me for your messes.”

He looked into my eyes saying, “Actually, it’s not all my doing. You helped.” He ruffled my hair and we fell silent, lying together on the bed. Soon, he began to breathe more slowly and fell into a deep sleep. I arose, washed my face and got a clean t-shirt. Returning to the bed, I arranged the covers over Jason and went to his room to get some sleep.

Morning came very early for me–I only slept a little, and when I looked in, Jason was still dead to the world. I went down to the kitchen and made some coffee for me, and got organized for bacon and eggs for him–his favorite. I soon heard footsteps and bathroom sounds, then Jason’s quick steps down the stairs.

“Oh wow. Do I smell real bacon?” came the question.

“Yes,” I replied, “I figured you deserved a little treat this morning. How do you feel?”

“Mom, I feel great,” he said sincerely.

“You’re still walking hunched over–you don’t look 100% great to me,” I said.

“No. I mean, yes. My ribs are still a little sore, but I feel great,” he repeated. “You are the best mom in the world. No, the universe,” he asserted.

“I better get that in writing,” I teased.

I knew that “best mom in the world” had a shelf life of about ten minutes, and I was trying to figure out how to clear the air between us. I was concerned that Jason was more attached to me as a result of last night’s activity, and I thought I should find a way to get some distance between us. Suddenly, I had an inspiration. While Jason ate, I phoned my friend Lori.

“I need some help,” I said once we had exchanged hellos.

“Beth, you know we’ll do whatever we can–just tell us what you need.” Lori was a true, blue friend.

“It’s a long story, but the short version is that I think Jason needs some time away from home–actually time away from me–for a little while. I know that John and the boys usually do a lot of stuff on the weekend so I was hoping that I could farm him out for a day.”

“That could work,” Lori answered, ” Lemme check with John. Hang on.” I heard a muffled exchange between Lori and John that ended in a burst of laughter. Lori was still chuckling when she got back on the phone.

“Ok. Houston, we have a plan,” she said. “Why don’t you both come over to our place? John, the boys and Jason will head out for a day of guy stuff ending with taking in the game tonight from John’s box. The Rangers are in town, so it should be a great game. We can just hang out and relax around here so you should have some good decompression time.”

“You guys are awesome,” I said sincerely, “but what was so funny?”

“Oh. Well, John joked that you sounded like I do when I’m desperate to get rid of him for a day of husband-less sanity time. Somehow that struck us as really funny,” she ended.

“Yeah,” I replied, “very funny. Ok, we’ll be out there in a little while.” I headed back into the kitchen to find that Jason had finished, done the dishes and was cleaning up.

“What the hell,” I began. He turned to me and smiled.

“I’ve made a decision,” he began, “Um, I realized how selfish I am and how hard you work around here taking care of everything. I want to make things easier for you, and it looks like the best way is to pitch in and do more work around the house . If that’s ok with you, I mean.”

I assured him that would be just fine—a cynical thought flashed through my mind that maybe I should have helped him beat off a couple of years ago— and outlined the plan for the day. Jason seemed a bit disappointed that we wouldn’t be alone together but brightened as soon as I mentioned the hockey game. Soon, we were on the way to Lori and John’s.

We were mostly quiet during the drive but finally Jason asked, “Mom, about last night. I mean, how do you feel about that?”

I thought carefully before answering, “Honestly, I’m not sure göztepe escort how I feel. On one level it was wrong, and I wish it hadn’t happened. On the other hand, I really believe that sometimes people wind up in difficult situations and have to do the best they can at the moment. That’s what I believe we both did.”

There was silence. Then he said very softly, “So you were just making the best of a bad situation? I see.” I glanced over at him. He looked crushed, and my heart melted. I knew that he deserved a more honest answer.

“No. Er—yes–but it wasn’t that I didn’t like it. It’s just that… Shit, Jason, I don’t even know how to talk about this.” I found a parking lot and pulled in so I could look at him as I spoke.

“Look. Mothers aren’t supposed to go around seducing their sons. It’s just not done. I know you have special and unusual feelings for me. They are very difficult for me to deal with because I have similar feelings for you. But I’m supposed to be the one who does the right thing and makes the good decisions, and… Shit.” Now what? Was I supposed to tell him that I was tired of being a good mother? That I was in love with him? How was I going to put this toothpaste back in the tube?

Jason was smiling now. “I know, mom,” he said softly, “I think I just needed to hear you say that you enjoyed what we did. Thanks.” He pulled me to him and hugged me close. As we parted he startled me with a quick kiss on the lips.

Once we got to John and Lori’s, there was a whirlwind of activity that rapidly got our minds focused on other things. Once the cyclone of testosterone left, though, the house was blessedly quiet. Lori and I passed a very quiet day, and I napped, catching up on the sleep I had missed the night before.

I was surprised to find that I had a urges to phone Jason, though. I wanted so much to know what he was doing and to be a part of it. I resisted for a while, but it wsa very difficult. When I picked up my phone for about the 10th time, though, Lori intervened.

“Beth,” she scolded, taking my phone out of my hands, “you said you and Jason needed time away from each other. There’s no point to that if you’re going to be phoning him every 15 minutes. Give it a rest.” She was right, of course, but I missed him so much.

When the guys came back from the game, everyone was in great spirits. We chatted a bit then got in the car to head home.

As we said our goodbyes, John pulled me aside and said, “Beth, I have to tell you we had a great time with Jason today. He is a great guy. You’ve done such a wonderful job raising him, and he’s a son to be really proud of. You’re both welcome around here anytime.”

I thanked him sincerely. It meant a lot to hear that, and I was happy that other people thought so highly of Jason. I was so proud of him–but I knew that it wasn’t just a mother’s pride that made me thrilled to hear John’s words.

Once on the road, we drove mostly in silence, but as we got close to home Jason said, “Thanks mom, for arranging such a great day. I had a great time.”

“Well,” I replied, “I just thought it would be good to get out with other people for a bit.”

“Yeah,” said Jason, “it was. But I have to tell you that I thought about you every minute. I wished you could have been with us–well, at least with me.” I was too confused about my own feelings to respond to that, so I let it pass. I knew, though, that our time apart had not really changed much for either of us, and I began to come to terms with a new reality that was becoming more apparent in my life.

When we got home, we headed straight up to bed. Jason headed into his room then peeped his head out.

“Massage mat, anyone,” he said to me, grinning.

“Oh hell no,” I replied, “that goddamn thing has caused enough trouble around here already.” Jason laughed, and at that moment I felt very close to him. He came into the hall and we hugged, holding each other close.

“Goodnight, my love,” I said.

“Same to you…my love,” he replied. When we parted, he took my face in his hands and looked intently into my eyes. I didn’t dare move–or breathe–not sure what I wanted to happen next. Jason seemed to consider his options, then kissed me lightly on the forehead before going back to his room. Goddammit, I scolded myself, you’re supposed to be the adult.

Even though I had been sleeping alone for over five years, that night I felt lonely in bed by myself. I longed to feel someone next to me, and I grabbed one of my pillows and cuddled it to me like a security blanket. Having napped at Lori’s I wasn’t all that sleepy, and my mind was racing. A soft knock on my door almost made me leap out of bed. The door opened slowly and Jason appeared in the opening.

“What is it Jason?” I asked, rising up on my elbow. Jason didn’t reply, but walked over to the bed. He slipped into bed next to me and put his arms around me.

“I need another hug,” he said simply.

“Well, you istanbul escort got one,” I replied, wrapping my arms around him. He plucked the pillow from between us, pulled me to him and rested his face against my blonde hair. I knew that I should not let him stay this close to me, but I too needed a hug–and I needed a hug from him more than anyone else. I allowed myself to enjoy the closeness of a man again. God, it had been ages.

I also enjoyed feeling my son’s strength and… And what? Desire? Need? I held Jason close, and he began to rub my back. My heart was racing, and I could tell that Jason was trembling slightly.

As my son began to caress me, I made my peace with Dan. I knew I had been a good wife to him and had honored him in every way. I had cared for him when he was ill and raised his son to be an admirable man. I had done my duty as a wife and mother, even setting aside my need for companionship to focus on the needs of my sick husband and son.

The last five years had taken a toll, I realized. I was so weary of fulfilling my roles of dutiful wife and mother, exhausted emotionally and physically. I longed for someone to take care of my needs and to care for me. To be here in this embrace–to have this strong, handsome man holding me–was like a gift from God himself. Surely Dan would understand, I believed. What was happening now was beyond anything that could have been foreseen or controlled. It was like a force of nature that is neither good nor bad but simply exists.

Jason seemed to know that I needed time to come to terms with things—he was so grown-up, I realized, probably more mature than I. He continued to rub my back, to hold me close and to nuzzle my hair. Lying there in his arms I began to recognize that there was no stopping what had begun between us a few days earlier. Like a small mountain stream that becomes a mighty river, the stirrings of desire and love between us were growing into an irresistible force. It was very simple, really. My son was going to make me his woman. And I wanted that will all of my heart. “God’s will be done,” I thought.

Jason’s hands began to roam further over my back, slipping down to my ass. His caresses there really got to me, and I relaxed into his strong embrace. He pulled my head down to his chest and I began to nuzzle him, running my hands up and down his legs. His shorts tented out, filled with an enormous erection, and I looked down to see his enormous cock only inches from my face. As I gazed at it, I could see the head enlarge and throb slightly.

It felt like his penis was pulling me downward with a magnetic force that I could not resist. As my face came level with it, I liberated it from Jason’s shorts. I extended my tongue and licked the head gently. I heard a quick intake of breath as Jason’s body tensed, then he groaned and relaxed. I licked again with the same result. Then again. And again. The musky, manly taste of the huge penis made me light-headed, and I delighted in teasing it, knowing that I was making Jason frantic with desire. I began to lick faster, feeling like a kitten licking up some delicious milk.

Finally I could stand it no longer. I opened my mouth wide and took in the swollen head. I began to swirl my tongue around as I moved my head up and down the shaft. It had been so long since I…

Who was I kidding? I had NEVER had a cock like this in my mouth before. Huge, beautiful, potent. Filling. And fiercely, almost viciously, erect. I thrilled as I sucked hard, moving my head up and down slowly. I heard Jason moaning a soft counterpoint to the sound of my sucking. Were blowjobs supposed to be this exciting to give? Is this what women were supposed to feel when they made love to a man? For the first time in my life I began to understand what it was to be completely consumed with desire for another. I wanted to take in Jason’s scent, his taste, his love, his soul–to lose myself in his essence.

I brought one hand up and wrapped it around Jason’s shaft to give him more stimulation. I followed the movement of my head with my hand. Up. Down. Up–tease the head–down; I went on without tiring or stopping until Jason’s moans turned to “ahhhs.” When he began to thrust his hips, I used my other hand to gently caress his tightening balls and to tease his asshole.

My mind drifted back, and I recalled Jason as a young boy, remembering what his little penis looked like when he was a child. I marveled at what a strong man he had become so quickly. I sucked more eagerly, helping to enlarge his tool, helping him to even greater feats of manhood. My son: so splendidly masculine. And mine.

I became even more intoxicated with the smell and taste of him. His hands ran through my hair, urging my head further down his shaft on each stroke. I complied, wishing I could get the whole length into my mouth, watching his balls tighten and begin to disappear. Within seconds, he began groaning and my teasing finger felt his asshole begin to spasm. kadıköy escort I pulled my head up and opened my mouth, my hand now swirling around the head of his cock. After just a few more strokes a bead of semen appeared at the opening of his urethra. Then his body jerked and he began shooting off into my mouth. As he ejaculated, I licked the head of his cock, stimulating further spasms from him. After finishing his powerful orgasm he relaxed and laid back. I swallowed his seed, still unable to get enough of the taste and smell of him to satisfy me.

I raised my head and looked into his eyes. They were aglow with love, wonder and overpowering desire.

“Oh my God, mom,” he whispered, “I never would have believed you could do that.” We kissed deeply, and I felt the power I had to inflame Jason’s desire even as I knew how powerless I was to resist him. We were locked in the dance of life itself: surrender and irresistible power wrapped up into one consuming experience. Two small beings spiraling into the infinite.

Jason began kissing me deeply again. Neither of us seemed able to get enough of the other to be satisfied. We broke the kiss and I burrowed under his t-shirt to nibble on his neck and chest, delighting in my womanhood and my ability to bring my man to another frenzied peak of desire.

He ran his hands through my hair then pulled my face up to his again. This time the kiss was even stronger, deeper and more urgent. I felt my nipples becoming wickedly erect as his hands played over my breasts. When we came up for air, he whipped my t-shirt over my head with the skill of a man who had done this many times before. He stared at my breasts, mesmerized. I brought one erect nipple to his mouth and let him suckle me. When he had nursed a bit, I gave him the other. He licked and sucked with an air of contentment and comfort, even as his ministrations brought my desire to a higher pitch. He began kissing his way up my neck and we soon were back in our favored embrace–a deep, passionate kiss. I rolled on top of him, rubbing my nipples lightly against his chest. He reached down and began kneading my ass. I felt his cock stirring back to life as my pussy brushed against it.

Jason pushed me back onto the bed and began sucking my breasts again, nursing as he did as a baby, but now with a different kind of hunger.

He reached down into my underpants and found my slit wet with desire for him. He looked into my eyes as he ran his finger up and down the slickness until it slipped between my swollen lips. He moved expertly to my clitoris, and I wondered where he acquired such skill. He played with my clit until the dimly remembered ache inside my vagina became an overwhelming urge for penetration. In a few more moments, my hips were thrusting. He kissed me gently as he pulled off my underwear, leaving me completely naked.

Jason removed his shirt and shorts, looking down at me with the air of a man enjoying his conquest of a woman. He knew that he had me where he wanted me–and that I yearned to be right there with him. He hesitated a moment, and I realized that he might not have had a lot of experience with intercourse. Well, that deficiency was about to be remedied, I thought.

I spread my legs, allowing him access. He quickly moved into position. His penis was so erect that it was flat against his stomach, but he pulled it down and put the head into my slit. I reached down and got it at the entrance to my vagina.

“There, baby,” I whispered, “put it in.”

“Oh God, mom,” he moaned as he began to enter me. He pulled out then re-entered. And again. The third time, I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. I looked into his eyes.

“Two things,” I said softly, “First, stop the teasing. I can’t stand it anymore.” He pushed deeper into me and I moaned.

“What else?” he asked.

“Don’t call me ‘mom’ when you’re doing me. Use my name. I’m not your mother now–I’m your woman.”

“Ok…er…Beth,” he said, “Wow. That’s going to take some getting used to.”

“This should make it easier,” I said, grabbing his ass and pulling him deeper into me. He needed no further encouragement to bury himself fully inside me.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “I came out of there once.”

“That’s right,” I answered. “Welcome back.”

He began his in-and-out movement slowly, almost tentatively. For one magical moment we became intensely aware of being fused into one entity, then we were back to the mountain stream of our early desire–just a few rivulets slowly running downhill. Our bodies were telling us both, though, where we were headed, and far in the distance we saw the raging river that lay ahead.

The stream rapidly gathered momentum as it ran downhill and Jason took control of our course, expertly maneuvering us into the full force of the waves. Soon, the gentle stream had given way to a raging river. Jason’s strong body drove into me relentlessly, riding me as we shot the rapids. The river gained speed and power, pulling us into an irresistible vortex.

Jason rode me harder, even as I felt the rapids bucking and jerking as we rode along. Feeling me twitching underneath him sent him into a frenzy of jackhammer thrusting. I felt myself dropping into the vortex, shaking and calling out to him, begging for more.

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Happy Holidays! Thanks for reading. My wife and I, who collaborate to write these stories, are not Winn and Will. They are not real people. While real headlines and events may be referenced for setting, our stories depict FICTIONAL events and people, and ALL characters involved in sexual situations are consenting adults.

—

It was dark in the bedroom except for the barely-perceptible flicker of the LED string lights circling the bed, faintly illuminating the prone form lying on the bed.

Had the lights been slightly brighter, the man’s pounding heart would have been visible on his bare chest. Will, wearing nothing but a pair of garish green, red, and white candy cane boxers, tried to relax his clenching fists as he waited for midnight, and his Present.

—

His partner Winn had set an alarm on his phone that first wonderful Christmas Eve in 2009, at the exact same time–12:00 a.m. He woke confused by the barely-audible chirp to find a note.

They’d been partners at work for almost two years. Finally overcome by their constant proximity and flirting, they’d given in and slept together a month ago. It had happened again only once more in the intervening time. Now, feuding with his own parents, he was living with her small family during Will and Winn’s shared winter unemployment.

The note read: “Ms. Claus is stuck under the tree. Do what you want to her. Merry Christmas! -W” She had taken great care to draw this last character lasciviously.

Will, then 21, had to admire the artistic skill she demonstrated already at the age of 19. Her traditional ‘W’, which had already looked subconsciously seductive, looked flat-out pornographic. She had added little flourishes to make the character look like a first-person view down her sexy stomach, complete with a trim bush made with a red fine-point marker. It was incredible.

—

Will checked his watch, his only adornment besides the festive underwear: 11:55. So close.

—

He had excitedly wiped the sleep from his eyes, opening the door and walking without a sound from her childhood bedroom into the living room. He strode silently, hoping not to wake her mom or Grams, who were sleeping at the other end of the house. Had either of the modest women needed the restroom in the middle of the night, they were sure to be caught, and he would probably be kicked to the curb.

He arrived at the living room to find an addition to the sparse furnishings. “Ms. Claus” was in what he knew from Winn’s excessive yoga talk to be called “child’s pose,” her head and lower arms “stuck” under the Christmas tree. More accurately, she was not bound, just partially hidden under the dark-green skirt around the fresh blue spruce pine tree. Her petite rear end, covered in a red silk miniskirt with a wide fluffy white band along the top and bottom, was sticking out from under the tree and resting on her feet. She was wearing red fishnet stockings that traveled up as far as he could see.

Directly next to his petite partner was her family’s small wooden coffee table. On it lie a small paper plate with cookies and a wrapped boxy package. That first year, she had made him chocolate chip cookies and given him an adult video featuring petite redheads like her, much to his delight. In his inexperience, he had quickly pulled up the miniskirt, finding that she wasn’t wearing any panties, and did his best to stab his thickening member into her barely-moist slit.

He didn’t learn until later to recognize the subtle signs that he was causing her pain or distress, but she remained motionless and soundless, still playing along for his benefit. Reaching climax quickly without a condom, he felt a familiar tightness and, much too late, began to think: just how was this supposed to end? He knew she was on the pill as backup, but she hadn’t let him come inside her before.

Running out of time, his body made the decision for him, and he shoved his hips as far forward as his mate’s accommodating position would let him. He came very hard, his body rigid as his hands tightly gripped her silken hips. She tensed as she felt his hot seed enter her, but remained soundless, unmoving. It set the trend for his yearly Present: she let him do what he wanted, and she didn’t stop him. Merry Christmas, indeed.

—

She was now “Mrs. Claus,” but the tradition remained: cookies and a sexy gift every year. It was, and would forever be, their Christmas Present. She never spoke as he finished whatever he had planned for the year, and his boldness escalated annually from the quickly-completed thrusting that first year. She eventually allowed herself to move, though. His sexual prowess improved rapidly due to their frequent practice, and he took great delight in making sure that from the second year on, that she got her quivering, faintly groaning Present, too, even as she stayed in the same pose under the tree skirt the whole time.

His watch beeped midnight. Fucking finally. He heaved himself off of the motorhome’s lone bed. They bostancı escort were wintering in the small Class C at South Padre Island, and it had been a mild season at the campground here. Slipping his feet into warm fleece slippers to insulate against the cold floor, he opened the accordion door, the lone barrier between the horny Clauses.

It was dark in the small front room of the RV. That’s a new one, he thought. Normally they cut a fresh pine tree and decorated it together with lights, but there were precious few of those fragrant triangles in this sunny climate, so they had used a potted palm and strung bright colored lights around its trunk.

Tonight, their Christmas Palm was turned off, and it was pitch black. Strange. No matter, he thought to himself. It was time for his Present, and if he wanted to pull off his plan, he’d have to focus.

Carefully, he raised an arm in front of himself to avoid smacking his face on anything in the crowded vehicle. He swept his feet out, first left, then right, subconsciously closing his eyes against the dark to help them adjust, feeling his way so that he did not step on Winn. He knew that she’d be almost directly in front of him; there weren’t any other options!

Suddenly his slippered foot bump against hers, which he knew was covered in her sexy red thigh-high fishnets. The room, despite not holding a pine tree, held a distinct, curious pine odor. He reached down to feel for the small fold-out table that he knew held his cookies and gift. They’d be taking them “to go” tonight.

Feeling the plate, Will was surprised to find the normal stack of cookies replaced with a single, small cookie surrounded by the remaining sprinkles from one that Winn had clearly eaten. In the dark, the cookie felt familiar: it was an edible.

Nice! he thought to himself. Winn wouldn’t take them often, and when she did, the experience for both of them was always fantastic. It would also help lower their inhibitions for what was about to take place. He popped the cookie into his mouth, chewing and swallowing. Mmm, gingerbread.

Ignoring Winn, he reached into the cabinet directly above the table. He felt for the objects he had hidden there: half masks for each of them, themed like Santa and Mrs. Claus, and two pairs of comically-fancy elf shoes, his and hers. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the pitch he was about to make, and knelt, not behind her as he had every year, but beside her head to the right.

Leaning forward, he began, whispering in her ear through the stolen family tree skirt and causing her nipples to tingle: “Merry Christmas, Winn.” He paused, even though he knew she wouldn’t speak. “I love you very much, and I’m sure you know that Christmas Eve is my favorite night of the year.” Pause. “I always love my Presents, and I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve asked you to trust me a bit more each year. Well, I want to take a big leap this year. It is my Present, after all.” With this, he finally allowed himself to touch her, just his left hand on her back, which was clad in the same sexy red silk top with the white fluff that she had worn every year. Except the first? He didn’t remember.

The sudden unexpected palm made Winn jump, her first movement of the night. He didn’t know if it was from the surprise or from the tension. He could smell the scent of her pussy from up here near her face and decided to take advantage of her exposure for the first time. He slid his hand slowly down her silky top and over the raised line where her miniskirt started underneath it. Continuing, his hand pressed firmly, following the dip between her glutes, and split her legs apart. Feeling the fluffy bottom of her skirt brush his wrist, he found his target.

His hand touched the edge of the warm, glistening-wet skin he knew he’d find there, causing Winn to jump again. “It’s cold outside. I’d better put on a glove.” Boldly, he cupped his hand around her uncovered mound from the back, feeling the heel of his hand press against her ass, his middle finger firm against her prominent clit. Reaching his thumb around, he pressed firmly against her lower back, squeezing her thin torso in his strong, calloused grip.

Winn sucked in her breath sharply at the sudden intrusion, tense. Will had suspected that she would be too sensitive yet for that movement. Catching her attention, he spoke: “We’re going over the river and through the woods, and I’ll have you wishing for Grandma’s house before this is over.”

Winn tensed even more, and Will worried that maybe his “script” for tonight was too heavy-handed. He waited briefly, hoping that he would be able to continue, but soon he realized that it was not fear but excitement he saw. His statement had caused her lips to moisten even more in his hand. The rest of her body shook imperceptibly, stock-still.

He hoped he had read her body language correctly; the last thing he wanted to do was ruin the Present. “I want you to trust me. Put this on.” He slipped her Mrs. Claus ataşehir escort mask underneath the tree skirt and was pleased to see movement right away. “Good,” he thought. This part was supposed to be the easy sell.

She had tried to get him to fool around outside before this, but it had always been too crowded at their campsites. Now, at just past midnight, his worry had been that she would find it too cold. His luck held out: it had been unseasonably warm today, and it was 60 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Too cold for comfort, but not unbearable.

He slipped on his own mask and put his stupid-looking shoes on. Winn was motionless on the floor. Hooray for slip-on shoes, he thought. He put them on her feet and paused, considering how he would get her to their destination. Committing, he took a deep breath. He leaned down and wrapped his wife’s lithe, folded form in a bear hug, grabbing each of his own wrists with the opposing hand. Straightening, he lifted her carefully to avoid removing her mask with the tree skirt. He had more than 70 pounds on his wife, and years of physical labor made it easy for Will to pick up this sexy red-and-white package.

Surprised by the sudden change, Winn let out a strangled “oh!” before clamping her pursed lips shut again. Robbed of stability, she grabbed his crossed wrists tightly with each hand to steady herself in his grip. He chuckled, realizing that they probably made a funny sight: it looked like he was carrying a festive crash test dummy or something. He turned to push his way out the door, having subtly unlocked it on his way to the front of t RV. But Winn’s left hand suddenly tapped his wrist three times in rapid succession, and he paused. “What?”

After a few seconds of stupid silence, he realized that she wasn’t going to answer him. He would have to figure it out. Did she change her mind? Was that what the death grip was about? Did she want a jacket? Realizing his sin, he turned and rested Winn’s contorted body on the back of the dinette bench, which was just wide enough to hold her.

He let go with one arm, shedding Winn’s grip and grabbing the simple gift box from the table. He put it in her constricted lap, then he wrapped his muscular upper arm back around his helpless wife like a human Matryoshka doll. She resumed her hold, and he lifted her easily in the air.

Packed for their midnight ride at last, Will leaned their combined bodyweight against the door release handle. The two naughty, nearly-naked Noellers navigated into the night.

—

He had left the exterior light off purposefully to mask their departure from the crowded campground. Around them were roughly 75 RVs, fifth wheels, campers, popups, and miscellaneous other vehicles filled with mostly college-aged vagabonds and senior citizens. Fast asleep with sugar plums dancing in their heads, if we’re lucky, Will thought, feeling the chilly night air. Damn, maybe it’s too cold for this.

He reassured himself as he left the door open: he’d prepared well. Pepper, one of the retired singles who called their beautiful shared locale her semi-permanent home, had agreed to come out at 11:30 p.m. and get the bonfire started in exchange for a bottle of spicy whiskey and “mint sticks.” They were difficult to find. Unworried about her curiosity, he told her the truth: he planned a romantic fireside evening for himself and his wife.

A fair trade for losing a bit of sleep, he thought. Speaking of sleep, he hoped that Pepper had set herself an alarm. Nothing to put a damper on their lust like starting a fire and waiting fifteen minutes to feel their extremities while she feigned being “stuck!”

But turning the closest corner around a grove of unpotted palm trees, Will noted with relief that the fire was roaring 100 yards away. It was visible from here, but not the campground, just like he planned. He felt Winn relax in his arms, realizing that he wasn’t being a psychopath and had, in fact, prepared a bubble of warmth for their rendezvous.

Will strode quickly, his arms tiring. He had carried his wife almost 200 yards, and he was feeling like this was less romantic gesture, more unnecessary burden. She was a small woman, but damn, this was a long way. He gritted his teeth, struggling through the final tortuous steps through the shallow sand to the blanket, where he all but dropped her back into her traditional pose.

Gasping for breath, he paused, then flipped the corner of the blanket over Winn’s head and arms. She paused as well, then folded it back off of herself. “Thank God!” he said, rasping out a laugh and composing himself. But she was frozen, apparently unwilling to give him more than this consideration.

Now painfully aware that he’d carried her, wet crotch exposed, for 200 yards in December, he wrapped immediately around her, drawing both sets of their arms in around her abdomen to lock in their precious body heat. He scooted them as close to the fire as he could stand.

She shivered slightly for a minute çekmeköy escort before relaxing. He could breathe now, and he glanced around to gauge their privacy. There was another blazing fire over a mile down the beach, surrounded by small, silent specks, but there was nothing else in sight.

Realizing that they were sufficiently warm, Will moved them further from the fire and reached out for the bag of supplies he had left with the blanket. Time to spread my own warmth and cheer, he thought. He grabbed a slip of paper from the small bag first, straightening while straddling her resting form. Alright, he thought. Here goes.

Reaching his free hand behind him beneath her skirt, he placed it over her pussy again. She was dripping, and he thought he could feel her pulse hammering on her clit, which had hardened.

He read aloud, achingly slow in a confident, if muted, voice:

“WANTED: EIGHT TINY-TITTED REINDEER AND THEIR RINGLEADER, RUDOLPH”

At each alliterative phrase, he gently stroked near her clit with the pad of his middle finger, causing her to hump against his hand.

“Going by names known for centuries upon centuries across the globe, these minute mistletoed miscreants and their ruby-nosed ringleader are being sought for continuing crimes against Christmas! If seen, these dangerous deviants are to be PHOTOGRAPHED”, he emphasized this last word and paused as she squirmed under him, “and if possible, speared piercingly through the rear!

They can be identified by their pale skin, strawberry-blonde mane, and soft underbelly.” He paused to allow her to catch her breath, then increased his intensity on her button. “Please provide paperwork for all nine ne’er-do-wells now. Whereabouts of these whippersnappers is unknown at Present.” The silly ad he’d written to tease his wife’s nub ended on this loaded word.

Following were eight diagrams, which he had added in case the heat of the moment caused him to forget and lose it atop his soft-underbellied mount, ruining the plan he’d put together. They were each labeled with the name of a reindeer and a yoga pose. His wife had been practicing for several years now, and he knew that she’d play along, especially when they took a moment to “feel” each pose for a few minutes. His plan for Rudolph, to be photographed last, one might have suspected.

The only question that remained was whether she’d allow him to strip her, exposed here on the beach and illuminated by the fire. If anyone was around, they’d certainly be seen. And probably watched. He checked around them again, hoping they would look to any observers like two silly hippies ringing in the holiday with some stretching.

He placed the slip of paper back down on the blanket, thankful that there was no wind. He pulled their DSLR camera from the bag–not fancy, but enough for these low-lit shots. Placing it carefully next to them, he wrapped her in his arms again. He could feel her shoulder blades brushing against his nipples, which were hard from the cold and company.

He spoke quietly, comfortingly: “I love you. We’re alone; I’ve looked several times, and I’m going to keep checking.” Her face, though uncovered, was buried in the blanket. “I’m going to take off your clothes and mask, now, but I want you to Ripcord if you need to.” He watched her carefully for her reaction: “ripcord” was the word they promised to utter if they were feeling uncomfortable and wanted to parachute out of delivering each other’s Presents. The other was obligated by their pact and mutual love to stop and, if necessary, get them back to the North Pole.

She turned her head to the right and nodded easily, assuring him that she knew the rules. He needn’t have worried; she was so turned on, she would be unlikely to make it to Vixen before becoming a mewling one herself. She kept her head turned to the right on the blanket. He noticed now that her face was beet-red around the edges of the mask. Looking at the mask and, suddenly feeling guilty being gazed upon by the gifting godmother herself, he removed it. Winn’s rosy face was revealed, beautiful as ever, but her eyes remained closed. So that’s how it was gonna be.

Noticing how relaxed she had become, he realized that he, too, was feeling the effects of the THC. A pleasant buzz, more than just the normal endorphin rush that came from mounting his pint-sized wife, radiated through his body like pleasant static. Icicle-shaped zaps of electricity coursed through his face and scalp as he removed his own mask.

For several minutes after the physical exertion of carrying his wife, he had been soft, recovering his wits and breath. But reading the ad and fingering Winn had caused him to tent his green-and-red boxers again–he was as hard as he could remember being in a long time, despite masturbating twice earlier so as not to end the “hunt” too early. Damn, better be careful, he thought.

Will felt like he ought to be the one who got naked first in this novel Nativity scene, so he removed his hand from Winn’s fiery pussy carefully and leaned backward. Checking his surroundings yet again, he pulled the boxers down in one swift motion, lifting his feet in the air and rolling toward his back to remove them. He regained his footing and crouched, setting them within reach. He bent over her and slowly kissed up her back.

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On a recent trip to the Caribbean I experienced a mind-blowing incident which I will remember the rest of my life. On our first night, after a nice meal at the resort, my husband had to prepare for a presentation he was giving the next day. I decided to go to the bar for a drink and see what the resort’s night life was like.

The area was crowded and the dance floor was packed. After finishing my favourite martini I made my way to the floor and began to dance by myself. I often dance alone and enjoy the music and the fact of not having to cater to anyone else. When I opened my eyes there was a black man dancing opposite me. He was young and somewhat muscular with a clean shaven head and wearing a black Tee-shirt, which was as tight as his jeans.

He smiled when we made eye contact and although I kept my face solemn I did nod slightly. His eyes dropped from my face to my chest. I had decided to wear a white tube top, which had slipped down during my dancing, exposing more of my breasts than I had intended. I looked down and pulled my top up slightly. He smiled as he again glanced at the cleavage of my 38D breasts, which over the last few years had sagged from their original 36C. I exercise regularly and have kept my tummy flat and my butt, although sagging, is still able to turn heads.

The stranger on the dance floor spoke, but the music was too loud and I did not want to engage in conversation. I closed my eyes and raised my arms in the air allowing myself to get lost in the music. I was in a trance and when I eventually opened my eyes the black stranger had gone. I stayed another hour and enjoyed another martini. Most of my time was spent fencing off the unwanted advances from would be Don Juans until I had enough and made my way back to my room.

I passed the spa, which to my surprise was still open so I wandered in and decided to book a relaxing massage the next morning. My husband would be away and I certainly deserved a little pampering. When I entered my room I realized how tired I was and quickly joined my husband who was already asleep.

We relished breakfast together on the balcony, as we overlooked the crystal blue ocean. My husband left and I decided to shower before my spa treatment. I made my way to the spa and checked in. Everything was carefully explained by the pretty attendant and I was escorted to a locker room, where I was asked to remove my clothes and wear the soft towel the woman handed me. I was told to then walk along a hall and go into room four. I did as I was told and as I entered the room I could see where the spa fee was being spent. The room had only three walls. The fourth was open and faced the warm Caribbean water. The wooden floor ended where the beach began and the cloth covered walls made for a very relaxing environment.

A small table was the only furniture in the room and I sat on it, while I enjoyed the view. A moment later the door opened and an attendant entered. “My name is David,” the man said, softy. I smiled and was shocked when realized he was the same man on the dance floor the night before. It seems he recognized me as well and smiled softly. After a few questions I quickly learned that he was employed as a masseuse, but lives on the property and was enjoying a night out the previous evening.

He requested I lay face down and asked if I wanted a gentle or a hard massage. I told him I wanted to get rid of some stress and he told me to leave it to him. I felt his muscular hands knead my calves and my feet. Immediately I felt the benefits of his expert hands as they worked hard to relax my tense filled muscles. He applied lotion to his hands and then rubbed it into my upper legs just above my knees. I sighed as I relaxed and he began to work on my shoulders. I opened my eyes and embarrassingly found myself staring at his white shorts, which were just as tuzla escort tight as the jeans he was wearing the night before.

Shamelessly I found myself imagining what the rather large bulge looked like, but it was well hidden by the tight white material. I relaxed as his hands moved across the tight parts of my back and legs. He massaged my thighs with expertise and I was not sure if I was imagining it or was he actually sliding his hand higher with each movement. I realized it was not my imagination when I felt his fingers, ever so gently and only momentarily, brush against my womanhood.

I wondered if it was an accident, but assumed it was not when it happened a second time, this time slightly more deliberate. I assumed he was testing my reaction. If I became upset he would be able to explain the action as accidental, if I said nothing he could continue. I was shy and nervous, but said nothing. A third touch, which seemed to last longer, sent a pleasant shiver throughout my body.

He asked me to turn over and I wondered if I had imagined his advances. I did make certain the towel covered my breasts and private area. He began to massage my shoulders and I must admit, the action felt fantastic. A moment later I felt a slight breeze across my breasts and I realized m towel had been pushed lower. “You have fantastic breasts,” David said. I was flattered, but also nervous and unsure of how to react.

My mind raced into fear when suddenly I felt his large, warm hand on my breast. He began to massage it and squeeze the softness, going far beyond what a normal massage should be. I felt comfortable and had no fear of this tall black man who was now touching my breasts in a most intimate manner. I shivered when he squeezed my nipples and by the way in which his hands moved I knew this was not his first time.

He pushed his hands further along my body caressing my tummy. I quivered at his touch and wondered when he would stop. Slowly he moved his hands further, pushing my towel lower as he went. I knew, by his touch, that he was nearing my most private area and I heard him moan softly when his hand touched my recently waxed mound.

At the same time he leaned forward and his bulging white shorts now hovered over my forehead. I closed my eyes, mostly from embarrassment, but managed a few glances. A moment later I felt his forefinger touch my love button. I moaned from the pleasure his touch brought me, which seemed to encourage him to go further. I felt his finger reach around and probe my opening. At the same time his penis, still hidden in his shorts was pressing against my nose and cheek. I could not believe this was happening, but I opened my mouth and nibbled at the material, feeling his muscle below.

He must have enjoyed my action for he pushed further and entered my moist hole with a sudden fury. I moaned and squirmed slightly overtaken by his movements. I love to have my woo woo touched by anyone or anything. I usually masturbate 3 or 4 times a day and use a butterfly with a remote control for those times when I can’t touch myself, but require satisfaction. Quite often you can see me sitting in a Tim Horton’s, drinking a tea with my eyes closed as the butterfly doing its work.

“Do you not find your shorts are a little too tight?” I asked, boldly, not sure what would possess me to suddenly be so aggressive. He lifted his body and I watched as he slipped his hands along his waist and down the sides of his legs, sliding his shorts with them. I was shocked when I looked up. There, only centimeters above my face hung his perfect penis. He slowly returned to the position of satisfying my needs, this time allowing his exposed penis to fall freely on my face.

I have been with a few black men and found it to be true about the size thing. From a satisfaction perspective atalar escort size makes little difference, in fact it can hurt if forced too fast, but from a visual I must admit I was immensely turned on staring at his member, which was now directly above me. It began to grow as he fingered me and I moaned. His testicles rested on my forehead and his penis had grown the length of my face. I made appoint to measure that distance later and I did, only to confirm that it was 22 centimetres. Wow, that’s nine inches.

As David continued to finger my pussy I opened my mouth and protruded my tongue as far as I could, touching the end of his penis. He moved slightly allowing me to actually form my lips around his dark head. It tasted sweet and the drops of pre-cum created a new wave of excitement to race throughout my body. After a few minutes David moved to the side of the table and lowered his head over my groin. I anxiously waited with anticipation and when his tongue began to flick my clit I quivered with ecstasy.

I turned my head on its side and opened my mouth. He slid his cock slowly between my lips and began to push it deeper into my oral cavity. I thought I was going to choke. Not only was his black cock long it was thick as well. I thought the corners of my mouth were going to rip as he began to increase his thrusts, as he fucked my face. It only took a moment and I could feel the climax rise within me. I usually squirt when I’m fingered hard and this was no exception. My orgasm came and I could feel the love juice shoot from my puss. His cock was thrusting in and out of my mouth as he swallowed my juice while I came.

He pulled his penis out of my mouth and I looked down at him. He stood totally nude and looked like a god. “Take me from behind,” I said. “Fuck me as hard as you can.” he helped me from the table and turned me so I faced it and he was behind me. Gently he pushed my back and I rested my torso on the gurney. I felt his hands on my hip sand suddenly felt the tip of his love muscle penetrate my opening. He pushed gently and his large cock easily slid into my wet hole.

I screamed from pleasure and told him to fuck me hard. He pushed as far as he could and I thought his head would pierce my stomach. “Hurt my tits,” I screamed, partially dazed by the pleasure I was experiencing. David reached around me and took hold of my breasts. He squeezed hard as he continued to pump my vagina. His finger and thumb expertly pinched my nipples causing a pain which only heightened my pleasure. “I’m cumming!” I screamed and he rammed his cock in and out of my cunt, as hard as he could. I expected him to cum as well, but. He held off as I reached my second orgasm. I felt my cum ooze around his penis and when I slumped he pulled out.

He lifted my legs and placed them on the massage table. He pulled me to the end and held my legs in the air, as I lay on my back. Slowly he pushed them back and in the air. My knees were almost beside my face and I was not sure I could take his thick black cock again. My pussy was sore and I think he gathered that because I felt a strange sensation, which took me a moment to comprehend. He was poking my bum hole with his finger.

After a moment or two I relaxed my sphincter and he removed his finger. He lifted it toward my face and told me to lick it. As disgusting as the action was it heightened my level of excitement. I knew it was wrong and I was bad for wanting to suck his smelly finger. I closed my eyes and he put it deep into my mouth. Hungrily I sucked on it and was suddenly shocked when I felt the head of his cock penetrate my bum. He was slow, as he knew it must be hurting me. His fat cock head was now inside my anus and he continued to push.

I begged him to stop and told him how much it hurt, but he continued to push. I could feel tears cevizli escort streaming down my cheeks as he pushed the entire length of his cock into my bum hole. Once it was in he pulled it back, an action which hurt even more. I have been fucked in my back before, but never with a cock this large. My husband, who is about eight inches, is narrow and there is little discomfort when he buggers me.

David began to push a second time, this time more forceful than before. “Stop, please,” I begged him. “It hurts so much.” Tears were now flowing freely from my eyes, but instead of stopping he pushed harder. The pain was excruciating and he suddenly grabbed my nipples. Not only did he pinch them he pulled hard. I thought I was going to scream from pain and between my bum and my breasts I was in severe agony. David began to fuck me faster and just when I thought I could not take any more he began to finger me. I could not believe how good it felt. I have experienced pain often during sex at the BDSM club, butnot to this degree.

He was now fucking my ass hard and fast and had inserted four fingers into my cunt. I could not believe the feeling and when I looked at the wild, savage fire in his eyes I was turned on even more. With his other hand he squeezed my breast as hard as he could and I stared into his eyes as he performed this evil, taboo act on my timid flesh.

“Cum, bitch!” he yelled, as he continued to finger fuck my puss and cock fuck my bum. “Make your cunt spit, while I fuck your virgin ass!”

The words excited me to the point of orgasm and for the third time my puss spat its love juice from its hole. I was ripe and ready and this time my cum squirted forward against his stomach. He stopped fingering me and I could feel him pull his cock out of my ass. He moved to the side of the table and grabbed my hair. Viciously he pulled my head to the side and pushed his cock into my mouth. Hungrily I parted my lips and took his shaft as far as I could. Just when I thought I could take no more he pushed further. I felt myself gagging and was going to regurgitate any second.

“Suck my cock,” he shouted. “Suck the cock that I just pulled out of your stinging ass. Gag on it bitch! Puke all over my cock.” His filthy language was a turn on for both of us and I felt as if I was about to vomit. His long, hard cock went deeper down my throat and I could feel it stiffen. He held my hair as he used my face as a cunt to satisfy himself. A moment later I felt it. His legs shook and his stomach tightened. I knew he was cumming. His cock went rigid and he paused for a split second. Finally, as I felt I was going to pass out, it happened. His long hard cock aerated with a force that would shake the island. He shouted from pleasure and then I felt it. A huge gush of semen squirted from the hole in his cock and slithered down my throat. He continued to pump my face while his cock spat its love juice into my stomach. It seemed like an eternity until he relaxed and pulled his penis from my mouth.

He slumped and looked at me. I stood quickly, tears running along my cheeks. He led his tired body slump onto the bed. I grabbed the towel and quickly wrapped it around me. I ran from the room, realizing how sore I was. I walked quickly, so as not to attract attention and stopped at the hot tub outside of my cabana. The water was steamy and I quickly stepped in. I was grateful that the resort allowed nudity, as I did not want to put any clothes against my sore vagina and bum.

I regurgitated several times and tasted his cum as it rose in my throat. He must have been holding his juice for days, I thought, because I cannot remember the last time I swallowed so much semen. Slowly my body began to soothe as the soft, hot water caressed my agony. I stayed in the tub for an hour and then made my way to my room. I crawled into bed and immediately fell asleep.

I woke an hour later feeling refreshed and wondering if I had imagined the entire ordeal. I reached down to my woo woo and slowly fondled it. The feeling was that of comfort, as I relived the past events. I felt a tingle and decided another orgasm was in order.

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All for You

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The summer heat hit us like a wall as we emerged from the cool of the forest.

I spread my arms and said, “Behold.”

Melissa looked around at the camping area and out at the little lake. “This is so beautiful!”

“And all just for you,” I said.

She shucked off her backpack, nearly toppling from the weight, then plopped it on the ground. “Oh, it feels good to get that off,” she groaned as she wiped sweat from her face and neck.

I set my pack beside hers. “Yeah. Modern packs are comfortable, but it’s still a lot to carry.”

“Good thing you were carrying most of it,” she said. “I felt like I was going to die about halfway along the trail back there.”

“You looked like you were doing okay. You should have said something. We could have taken more breaks.”

“No way, mister. If you weren’t going to rest, neither was I.”

Her competitive spirit was one of the things I liked about Melissa. Though she was shy, she played competitive sports growing up and always put heart and soul into everything, even something new—like hiking in the wilderness with a guy she met only a month before.

“No need to kill yourself,” I said, stretching and rotating my sore shoulders. “And to be honest, I could have used a few more breaks too. Haven’t hiked this far in a while.”

The trail had meandered through the dense forest, curving beside hills and around little lakes. Beside each lake the park service had cleared the ground for two campsites, each far enough apart for privacy. Except for a shared outhouse back in the woods and a circle of rocks for a fire pit, there was nothing. Each site was just a wide area of packed bare ground sloping from the edge of the forest to the water.

The other campsite was vacant. Pointing to it, I said, “If we’re lucky, we won’t have any neighbors this weekend.” I wiped my face, feeling the salt from the dried sweat and grime that had accumulated during the long hike. “Well, I’m hot and I’m dirty. I’m gonna go for a swim. Want to join me?”

Melissa looked at me. “Oh. You didn’t say to bring a bathing suit.”

“Well, no one else is around. I think we can skip them.”

She gasped. “What? No! Are you kidding me? We can’t do that!”

This was what I did not like about Melissa: her outrageously strict upbringing. She had told me her parents taught her from a young age that men and women had separate roles in life, that sex was shameful and only wicked weak sluts enjoyed it. Men were incapable of controlling themselves around women, and she’d get pregnant or die from some hideous sexually transmitted disease if she ever let a man touch her.

By high school, Melissa knew none of that was true. She didn’t agree at all with her parent’s strict views and the guilt they inflicted on her, but they had drilled it into her for so long that it took conscious effort to shake it. She hated the feelings of guilt whenever she felt attracted to a guy, and the fear always in the back of her mind that at any moment they would jump her.

When she left home to attend college, she set her mind to overcome these feelings. For the first time, she hung out with guys as friends and then eventually, with great effort, even dated a few. But Melissa said I was only the fourth guy she had ever dated, even though now at twenty-four, Melissa had graduated and started a promising career.

“But I’m not a virgin,” she said one evening. We were at her apartment, talking and sipping wine when the subject of sex came up.

In a shy voice, she had said, “I did it with Tony, my second boyfriend. We had been together for two years, and we both thought it was time. But it was awful. I think he got all his sex education from watching porn. He was rough, and it hurt. He was like a jackhammer.”

Melissa said she had done it with him two more times, but it didn’t get better. The guilt she still felt from doing such ‘shameful things’ also didn’t help. She hadn’t had sex since, to the frustration of the few guys she dated later.

I wasn’t frustrated. Not yet, anyway. We had been seeing each other for a little over one month but we really clicked—she was smart, fun and beautiful, and we had a great time doing things together. After only four weeks, it felt like I’d known her forever. We had even started finishing each other’s sentences. But soon I learned that anything more than kissing and cuddling was too much for her just yet. I told her I understood and would never force her into anything. I encouraged her efforts in stretching her comfort zone to fight what her overly strict parents had ingrained.

The camping trip was part of it. Though she’d only known me a short time, she said she knew I was trustworthy. She had never been camping, so when I expressed doubt that she could survive a five-hour hike, then rough it two days in the back country, her competitive spirit kicked in and Melissa quickly agreed.

The lake glittered in invitation. I pulled off my sweat-soaked shirt and said, “I’m hot and covered in grime. I’m gonna go for a swim. You can turn around if you need to.”

“Oh kadıköy escort my God, I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she said, shielding her eyes from my naked chest.

“Keep your underwear on and join me.”

Melissa gasped, “No way.”

Regardless, I could see she was tempted. She turned her back then said “Go on. Tell me when it’s safe to look.”

I pulled off the rest of my clothes and padded naked down to the lake. The water at the edge was warm. I started wading out, but it was shallow and the mud sucked at my toes. After a minute of wading, the water was still only just above my knees.

I looked back at the shore. To my surprise, Melissa was watching me. When she realized I caught her looking, she gave a little squeak and spun around again.

When the water reached my waist, I called out “It’s okay to look now… again.”

I dove under the cool water and swam further out, surfacing near the center. It was deep enough that my feet couldn’t touch the bottom. Floating on my back, I enjoyed the cool water and the peaceful feeling of being out in the wild.

A frenzied splashing came from the shore. Amazed, I saw Melissa sprinting into the water without a stitch of clothing.

She was too far to see much detail. I knew she didn’t have enormous boobs, but from what I could tell from the distance they were a little larger than I had pictured. Her hips were wide, and she had an amazingly narrow waist, giving her a true hourglass figure. I made out just a little patch of fuzz above her crotch before she dove forward and started swimming.

Melissa reached the center of the lake but kept well away from me, grinning with her head bobbing as she treaded water.

“Wow, Melissa. You’re full of surprises,” I said.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but it feels soooo good.” Melissa grinned, turning in the water to take in the surrounding woods.

“Told you,” I said. “Nothing better after a long hike. And it’s been too long since I did a hike that long. I’m out of shape.”

“You look pretty good to me.”

“Yeah, I saw you peeking. I thought you’d be too embarrassed.”

Melissa smiled. She said, “I’m supposed to be stretching the comfort zones, remember? Nice buns, by the way.”

“Thanks. Wish I could return the compliment, but you were too far away for me to get a good look at you.”

“Good. But don’t get any funny ideas just because I’m doing this.”

“We’re skinny dipping. Heck, YOU’RE skinny-dipping. My head is getting all kinds of ideas, Melissa.”

She looked just a little scared.

“Just kidding,” I said. “You can trust me. You know that.”

“I… I know,” she said, looking chagrined.

“Except,” I said, “you’re naked and only ten feet away. The temptation! I’m starting to… lose control. You’re too beautiful. Too sexy! You’re turning me into… a sex monster!”

I growled dramatically, then surged splashing towards her. Melissa shrieked and with a smile, turned and swam away. I followed, but she was a much stronger swimmer. Each time I got close, she laughed, splashed, and submerged, only to pop up at some unexpected spot far away.

After one chase, I was treading water, waiting for her to resurface when she popped up right in front of me, just beyond arm’s reach.

She said, “You’re a horrible swimmer, you know.”

“Hey, I was never on the varsity swim team like you.”

She said nothing but edged closer, looking me in the eyes, wearing a coy smile.

The water was the color of very strong tea. Looking down, I could just make out the top of her boobs, but that was all.

She moved closer, still with the same little grin. Just when it seemed she wanted to kiss me, she planted both hands on my shoulders and with all her weight dunked me under the water.

I came up sputtering. By the time I got the water out of my eyes, Melissa had nearly reached the shore. I went after her, but I was only halfway when she was already wading through knee-deep water.

As she strode through the shallow water I had the chance to admire her naked form—her broad, toned ass, that narrow waist, her smooth wet skin gleaming in the afternoon sun.

“Nice buns too,” I called out. Melissa’s shoulders tensed as she reached back to to cover her ass with her hands. She then paused, dropped her hands to her sides and smirked at me over her shoulder, teasingly waggling her bum before sprinting back to our backpacks.

Melissa was wrapped in a towel by the time I got there. I was still naked, and she raked her gaze over me from top to bottom, wide-eyed in wonder. I stood, letting her look.

Then she realized she was staring and turned her head, eyes fixed on the ground. “I… uh, are you planning to cover up anytime soon?”

“Why? I don’t mind you looking. Besides, you’re wearing the only towel we have.”

“What? You only brought one towel?”

“This is backpacking. Every ounce matters.”

“Grrr. Okay, then turn around. I’ll hand you the towel, then I’ll get dressed.”

“Well, I kartal escort dunno,” I said teasingly, “You’ve had a good look at me. The most I’ve seen of you is your bum from a distance.”

“So?”

“So, it’s not fair,” I pouted dramatically.

She rolled her eyes. “Guys. You’re really all just little kids at heart, aren’t you?”

I nodded eagerly with an exaggerated, hopeful look.

“Fine,” she sighed, then with a brief hesitation, dropped the towel to her side. She looked up and away, a blush spreading over her cheeks.

“There,” she said. “Satisfied?”

I was lost for words. I was teasing. I never expected Melissa to actually reveal herself. But there she was, exposed completely, despite the shame and fear I knew she must be feeling.

I examined her with the same scrutiny she had just given me. Her breasts were good handfuls, lovely as they jutted in gravity-defying firmness. Modest nipples capped her small areolas. Her narrow waist flared into wide hips that made her look womanly and lush. There was a modest patch of closely trimmed fur was just above an otherwise bare pussy. Melissa was cute, sexy and overall breathtaking.

“Are you done yet?” she asked, still looking away.

“Can you give me until sunset?” I said. “You’re beautiful, Melissa. I could look at you all day.”

“I am not beautiful. My ass is too big. My tits are too small.”

“Your boobs are just right, and you have a fantastic bum. A fantastic body! You have nothing to be self-conscious about.”

“Liar,” she said, but I could see her suppressing a smile.

I said, “You can look at me too, you know.”

After a hesitation, Melissa summoned the courage to meet my eyes. Her tongue darted to moisten her lower lip, then she let her eyes scan down my body.

However, while I had been drinking in the site of her naked form, I had naturally stiffened. When she saw my half-hard dick, she gasped and drew back, unable to take her eyes off it.

“Sorry,” I said. “It’s a natural reaction. Doesn’t mean I’m going to lose control.”

Melissa stood transfixed, staring as my penis slowly raised skyward. “What? Oh, uh, I know. It’s just… a little scary.”

I grinned. “My dick is scary?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I didn’t mean that, silly. It’s a little intimidating to see a guy getting, uh, excited. All big and angry looking.”

“Well, it’s hard to avoid. I AM standing here stark naked in front of an incredibly beautiful woman.”

Melissa’s eyes flicked to mine before locking back at my dick. “I know,” she said. “I mean, my head knows how bodies work and everything. But according to my parents, the next thing that happens here is you brutally assault me, then leave my battered body to die in the woods.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I said. I gestured to the surrounding forest. “These woods are littered with the remains of all the women I’ve lured here to their doom.”

Melissa tried to scowl, but a smile broke through. “You ass. That’s not funny!”

“Got you smiling, though.”

“You’re terrible,” she laughed.

I paused, then took her hand. “I would never hurt you, Melissa.”

She blinked and turned away. “I know. I know.”

“And you’re really brave.”

“I’m not brave. My heart’s racing. I feel like running away.”

“No, you’re brave. C’mon. First, you agree to camp in the woods with some guy you just met. Then you go skinny-dipping. And now you’re naked in broad daylight in front of an equally naked guy. Pretty courageous, considering it was two weeks after we met before you’d even kiss me.”

Melissa gave a weak smile.

I said, “But if you’re not comfortable with anything, you say so, okay?”

She nodded.

“Promise? This is supposed to be fun.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She fixed me with a reassuring look. “Really.”

“Good. Then if you don’t mind, mademoiselle,” I said, stepping forward and pulling the towel from her hand, “I need to dry off. And you should get dressed, okay?”

“Okay.”

I started drying my hair, and Melissa went over to the backpacks. I couldn’t help sneaking another look at her as she squatted and rummaged in her backpack.

Once dry, I walked over beside her and opened my own pack.

Melissa sat back on her haunches. She said, “That was really nice, you know.”

“What was?”

“Swimming. Skinny-dipping. Then being naked in front of each other. I feel kinda… free. I think I see the appeal.”

“Appeal?”

“Nudists. Nudism. Naturists. You know. There are people who do this all the time.”

“Oh,” I said. “Well, yeah. I see what you mean. I’ve swum naked a few times, and it is nice. But I never walked around in the buff. And I don’t think I could ever handle being naked in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“Oh, me neither. I’d just die!”

“But you’re all right being naked in front of me?”

Melissa thought for a moment. “I trust you, so I guess that makes it more comfortable. And it’s not really sexual, is it? I mean, it is a little, but not like… maltepe escort getting naked to have sex. And I like seeing you like this.”

“I like seeing you too. Like this.” We grinned at each other, then after a moment I said, “You know, in that case, since there’s no one else around…”

Melissa flashed an impish look “…we could just skip getting dressed for a while?”

“Exactly.”

“I’ve never done that before.”

“Me neither.”

Mellisa swallowed then said, “Uh, but can you keep yourself under control?”

“You know I can. But I dunno… can you?”

Melissa scowled. “Oh no. That wasn’t part of the agreement.”

“What?”

“Our agreement, remember? I’d go camping only if you promised not to jump me. I never said anything about not jumping you.”

I laughed. “Pretty one-sided agreement, if you ask me. Whatever was I thinking?”

“Let’s try it,” she said, eyes sparkling.

“What, go around naked?”

“Yes. Want to?”

“I’m a guy. I’m not going to turn down a chance to see a beautiful woman naked. Of COURSE I want to.”

Melissa chuckled. “Well, okay! Then let’s do it. But just… no funny business, mister.”

“Right. I won’t crack any jokes at all.”

“You know what I mean.”

We stuffed our clothes back into our packs, stood up and faced each other.

“This is going to be interesting,” I said, looking her over a second time. “Sure you’re okay with this?”

“No, I’m NOT sure,” she said, looking me over too. “But I want to try.”

We got to work setting up camp. We filled a filter bag with lake water, then used it to dribble safe water into our bottles. We gathered fallen branches and twigs from the woods to use in the fire pit. I found the bottle of camp suds, and we washed out our sweat-soaked clothes from the day and hung them on a rope we strung for a clothesline.

It was all the normal camping activities, except naked. Melissa’s body was a constant distraction, but I kept my dick under control and tried not to stare. I caught Melissa furtively glancing at me too. At first she looked away, blushing, then later on just met my eyes and smiled. After a while our nakedness felt relatively normal—our self-consciousness faded and we could focus more on our tasks.

Once, while we were tapping the pegs of the little tent into the ground, Melissa was on her hands and knees while I stood behind her. I was distracted by her ass and her lovely pussy peeking from between her legs, when suddenly she turned around and was face-to-face with my half-hard dick.

She gasped, wide-eyed, then flicked her eyes up at me. After a hesitation and another quick look at my dick, she crawled away to secure another tent peg.

When the little two-person tent was up, I unzipped the side entrance and slid our thin camping mats and sleeping bags inside.

Melissa peered in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said it was small.”

“Every ounce counts. But it’s bigger than it seems when you’re inside. You should’ve seen the first tent I had. This is a palace by comparison.”

She crawled through the door and sat cross-legged.

“A palace, huh?” she said, looking around.

I crawled in and sat on the other mat.

“Sure it is. The roof is high enough to sit up, and we’re not pressed against the walls. As hiking tents go, this is luxury.”

Melissa looked doubtful. “I didn’t realize we’d be sleeping so close.”

“You’ll be okay. If it makes you more comfortable, you don’t have to sleep naked. And you know, I think I might have a little padlock in my pack. You can lock the zipper on your sleeping bag so I can’t get in.”

“You ass,” she laughed, punching my shoulder. “But I’ll sleep near the door, in case I need to make a quick escape.”

“Suit yourself,” I said and stretched out on my back with arms behind my head.

“Yeah, there’s definitely a lot more room in this new tent,” I said, “And it even weighs a little less than my old one.”

Melissa’s eyes returned to my dick. When I noticed her intense gaze, I sat up on my elbows and looked down at myself. I wasn’t even half-hard anymore.

“See?” I said. “I’ve been able to control myself.”

Melissa’s eyes never left my dick.

“Something wrong?” I said.

Melissa glanced at me, then looked away, turning red.

“I’ve just, uh, never seen one before. Up close.”

“Huh? What about your other boyfriends?”

“I only ever did it, like, three times, remember? With one guy. And it was always dark and he was always in a hurry.”

“Oh,” I said, “Well, then go ahead.”

“Go ahead what?”

“You’ve never seen a guy up close. Go ahead. Look. Touch.”

Melissa’s eyes widened, “Touch? No way. You’ll get too excited.”

I laid back, stretching out with arms behind my head. “Melissa, guys aren’t animals. I might get hard, but that doesn’t mean I’ll turn into some kind of sex fiend. Go ahead. I don’t mind.”

Melissa scooted down eye level with my crotch, propping up on an elbow.

“What do I do?” she said.

“Anything you like. Explore, play with it, study it. Further your education.”

“Well gee thanks, professor,” she said sarcastically, “Will any of this be on the exam?”

“I guarantee it. Just don’t whack my balls. You can do almost anything except squeeze them really hard or hit them.”

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