Breaking the Drought

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The recurring dreams had started about five weeks earlier, and although far from unpleasant they were nonetheless somewhat disturbing.

I told myself that they were born out of frustration and more than a little envy of other wives. My husband Jeremiah — Jerry for short – was loving, generous and attentive, except for one aspect. He had never been very demonstrative physically, and there was often quite some time between encounters. My own needs remained undiminished, and for the most part unsatisfied, with the result that I was filled with overwhelming gratitude after each of our brief, rarely more than once a month lovemaking encounters. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sex — it just seemed to embarrass him.

He had been born into a strict puritanical sect, which preached that copulation was for procreation only, and for a man to impose himself on to his wife purely for pleasure was a matter of deepest shame. When Jerry and I met and fell in love, he was forbidden to see me but he rebelled and was ostracised. We married as soon as we could arrange it, but although he escaped the sect, he could not escape the effects of a lifetime of conditioning. Our wedding night was awkward for us both, but after much fumbling and many false starts we managed to give each other our virginities. The first months of our marriage were sheer bliss. Due to his background he was reserved about revealing himself, but I was under no such restraint, and scarcely an hour passed when I wasn’t unashamedly spreading my pussy for him to fill. For several months it was as though I had died and gone to Heaven as we fucked joyfully at every opportunity.

Everything changed for the worse when I told him I thought I may be pregnant. He became hesitant about undressing in my presence, and frowned disapprovingly if I showed my body, although he continued to fuck me several times a day until my pregnancy was confirmed. After the birth of Alex, the physical side of our lovemaking began to taper off, although he still remained as attentive and loving as ever in all other ways. There was a brief revival when our son was a year old, when for about three or four months we again fucked at every opportunity, in an attempt to increase our family, until our efforts proved fruitless.

Over the coming years, as a fast growing Alex took more of my time, I resigned myself to spreading my legs perhaps once a month when Jerry’s needs became too strong for him to fight. There were also days in between when my own needs were particularly unbearable. At such times I would wait until Jerry was at work, and Alex was at school, and then sit before the dressing table mirror, watching as I worked my fingers, and sometimes the handle of my hairbrush in and out of my pussy until I obtained some release.

I knew Jerry still had urges at other times, because occasionally I had been woken in the middle of the night by his fingers on my pussy, and the bed shaking as he masturbated. Always more sensitive to his feelings than he was to my needs, rather than embarrass him on such occasions by letting him know I was aware of what he was doing, I waited patiently until he ejaculated and went to sleep, then used my fingers to finish what he started.

My first dream came one afternoon about six months or so after he had last touched me, or I should say after he had last woken me with his furtive nocturnal fumbling.

Our son Alex was a trainee chef and depending on whether he was on morning or afternoon shift, often brought his culinary creations home for my lunch or for dinner. On this particular day he dropped in with a still warm spaghetti bolognese for my lunch, before heading off to afternoon lessons. I sat on the couch, staring unseeingly at the television as I ate, enjoying the spaghetti too much to really notice the slightly bitter after taste. Not for the first time I cursed Jerry’s upbringing, and his mental block regarding having sex just for the fun of it. My frustration had almost reached the point where I was seriously considering moving into the spare room, where I would at least have the freedom to give in to my fantasies and openly masturbate to my heart’s content.

There had even been times lately when I almost wished he would have a fling with the receptionist at his real estate business, just to bring him out of his mental prison. I had met Alice many times, and I couldn’t help but like her. There was an air of innocence about her demeanour, which made me seriously doubt if she was conscious of the effect she had on men. All but Jerry that is. The attractive thirty one year old was one of those rare women who, no matter what she was wearing, or what she was doing, everything about her screamed “Fuck me!” Not that I had any reason to believe she acted on it, but I would have welcomed it if she had seduced Jerry, if it brought him out of his shell.

I put the empty food container aside and sat back with my eyes closed, picturing Alice spread out across her reception desk, her panties around one ankle as my husband joyfully drove his cock Gaziantep Escort into her.

I must have dozed off, because that’s when my dreams started.

A faceless but vaguely familiar figure was sitting beside me on the couch, fondling my breasts whilst his other hand raised the hem of my skirt. My legs parted willingly to his touch as his fingers eased aside my panties and slipped into my neglected pussy, thrusting, twisting, coaxing out my pent up juices. This was no furtive guilty fumbling, far from it. The anonymous fingers thrust confidently, the thumb rubbing my clit and bringing on a blinding orgasm, enhanced by warm soft lips on my nipples.

I came awake slowly, and started guiltily as I glanced at the clock in the television cabinet. More than two hours had passed and I could hear music coming from Alex’s room. My guilt turned to panic when I realised my breast was exposed, and my fingers were on my pussy. What if he had seen me? The thought filled me with horror, which was tinged with a forbidden thrill at the possibility that my son had witnessed his sleeping mother pleasuring herself with her fingers.

I heard the music grow louder as Alex opened his bedroom door, and I hastily pulled my panties back across my slit and tucked my breast into my bra before straightening my outer clothing. He came down the stairs ad into the living room.

“Hi Mom, enjoy your lunch?”

“Yes thanks,” I replied guardedly, hoping the tension didn’t show on my face or in my voice.

His smile was totally relaxed, with no indication that he had noticed anything untoward, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re doing chicken risotto tomorrow morning,” he mentioned. “I can bring some home for you if you like?”

I smiled and nodded. “That would be nice. You’re turning into quite a good cook.”

True to his word, he made a flying visit to drop off my lunch next day, and after I had eaten I sat thinking about my near miss. Almost imperceptibly my eyelids started to droop, and suddenly I was dreaming again. The dream went much the same as the first one, stroking fingers and sucking lips, but this time, as my arousal approached its peak my phantom dream lover moved between my thighs, and with a single thrust he buried his hard cock in my far from reluctant pussy. My hips rose to meet him as he fucked me, and just as my orgasm began to wane he pulled out and caught his cum in the palm of his hand.

I woke again to the music blaring from Alex’s room. My clothing was disarranged again, but this time I had two fingers deep inside my aching cunt. I quickly straightened my clothes, but at least a half hour passed before he emerged from his room, so I was fully composed by the time he came down the stairs. At least I was composed on the outside, because when I saw him I felt again the stabbing thrill that he had missed ‘the show’.

Although I continued to enjoy my afternoon naps, I didn’t have a dream again for over a week. Alex had a late afternoon catering class, and he rang to ask if Jerry and I would like him to bring dinner home to save me cooking. On that particular afternoon I had been busy in the garden, so I didn’t have my usual forty winks, and Alex’s offer was particularly welcome. Half an hour before Jerry was due home, I put away the gardening tools and took a shower, and since I was planning on having an early night after dinner to make up for my missed nap, I donned my nightie and robe.

I was famished by the time Alex arrived home about eight, apologising for being late and declaring he had already eaten, because he had to go out until about ten thirty.

The curry he had brought home was a little spicier than I would have preferred, but it was still delicious, so I wolfed it down eagerly. At eight fifty or thereabouts, with the dishes washed, I sat on the couch sipping my after dinner coffee. Jerry was dozing fitfully in his recliner, and I stifled a yawn. ‘I’ll just finish this,’ I thought, ‘then it’s off to bed.’

Fatigue caught up with me before I could put my thoughts into actions, and I fell back against the cushions. The dream began almost immediately. My unknown lover peeled open my robe and rolled my nightdress to my waist, parting my thighs to expose my rapidly moistening pussy, before pulling out his cock and pressing it to my clit. Without prompting, my hips rose and pushed forward to engulf his glorious tool, with him responding with fierce energetic thrusts. As he fucked me to another splendid orgasm, I waited for him to withdraw abruptly and catch his cum in his hand as previously, but he showed no sign of slowing. Instead he tensed, his cock jerking uncontrollably as he pumped jet after jet of hot thick cum into my wonderfully fucked cunt.

I slowly returned to awareness to find my nightie still tucked around my waist, and a warm sticky wetness oozing from my pussy. Looking around wildly, I saw Jerry shifting uncomfortably in his chair, breathing deeply with rapid irregular eye movements behind his closed lids. My first Gaziantep Escort Bayan thought was that he was feigning sleep, to conceal his guilt about taking advantage of me whilst I slept. My second thought was that perhaps being around Alice had emboldened him, and I owed her a silent vote of thanks, regardless of whether or not he had found the courage to actually fuck her, assuming she would be willing. If it resulted in him attending to my needs more often he could fuck her twice a day for all I cared.

A glance at the clock told me that Alex would be home in about ten minutes, so I decided to wait and thank him for the meal. Ten minutes stretched into twenty, and then thirty, with still no sign, before he finally rolled up just before half past eleven. He looked quizzically at his father, but I just shrugged.

“He’s been dozing on and off since we finished dinner. I guess he must be working too hard.” Alex nodded understandingly, and I yawned. “Anyway I only stayed up to thank you for dinner. I’m off to bed.”

“Me too,” he responded. I’m beat.” He kissed me on the cheek and as he disappeared up the stairs, I turned and shook Jerry. He opened one eye and looked at me blearily.

“Come on, it’s time for bed.” I told him.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he mumbled. “You go ahead, I’ll be up shortly.”

I went to the bathroom, then climbed into bed, and less than two minutes later the door opened and closed. Instead of going round to his side of the bed, Jerry sat beside me and surprised me by kissing me briefly and hesitantly fondling my breasts through my nightie. I pulled my nightie up around my neck, not expecting anything, but hoping he would give my tits at least a little of the attention I craved. To my delighted amazement, he clamped his lips over one hard nipple, sucking greedily as his hands squeezed and stroked the flesh of both breasts. I sighed with pleasure, dearly wanting to reach for his cock but afraid of scaring him off. By now I had convinced myself that he had indeed succumbed to the unconscious lure of his receptionist, and even if he hadn’t actually found the courage to approach her, she had affected him enough to prompt him throw caution to the wind with me.

Regardless of whether or not my speculation was correct, I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I lay motionless, enjoying the moment. An instant later he startled me further when I felt his fingers on my still sticky pussy. This was beyond my wildest dreams, and I couldn’t help but part my thighs, opening my slippery slit. My astonishment turned into disbelief when he moved between my legs. Twice in a month was unheard of since the early days of my marriage, so twice in a single night was more than I could comprehend.

Seconds later his driving cock turned me into a believer in the impossible, as for the second time in a couple of hours he fucked me to orgasm after orgasm — once sleeping and once undoubtedly wide awake. Pulling his spent tool from my well fucked and cum filled hole, he left the room and I fell asleep to the sound of the toilet flushing.

Some time during the night I was awakened by pressure on my bladder, and as I walked to the bathroom I noticed a light shining from downstairs. After relieving myself I went down and found Jerry apparently asleep in his chair. I looked at him sceptically. ‘Most likely he’s only pretending again,’ I told myself. ‘Same old story, he never could face me after a fuck.’ At the same time I couldn’t bring myself to judge him too harshly. For the first time in my life I knew how it felt to be totally sated, so even if he went to sleep in his chair it was up to him. For that matter, if he kept my pussy even half as happy as it was right now, it wouldn’t bother me if he slept in the garden. All things considered though, it hardly seemed fair to leave him there when he could be in a comfortable bed, so I shook his shoulder until he opened his eyes.

“Time you were in bed.” I told him. His eyes closed again, so I gave up and went back to bed, falling asleep almost instantly. When I woke again he was lying alongside me, snoring quietly, and as I nudged him awake I remembered today was his birthday. I mentioned it to Alex when he came downstairs, and he promised to cook a special meal to celebrate.

That evening was a very pleasant family occasion. During the afternoon I bought a packet of frozen, ready made pastry, and later I made an apple pie and put it into the oven to bake, whilst Alex was cooking a chicken cacciatore. After the meal I went upstairs to shower, hoping I would get lucky again. For just a brief moment I considered shaving my pussy, but knowing that Jerry would disapprove of such an overtly sexual statement, I decided instead to trim my bush just enough to reveal my slit. Donning my robe over my button up night dress I rejoined the men.

About nine thirty Alex went back into the kitchen, returning after about five minutes with three steaming mugs. “I was going to get some beer or wine, but I knew Escort Gaziantep you wouldn’t drink them, so I thought you might like to try this. It’s my own concoction, but it’s not too bad.”

Jerry took a hesitant sip and nodded, so I tried mine. Mostly chocolate based, with a touch of caramel with peppermint overtones, I found it unusual but rather pleasant.

Taking another gulp, Jerry looked at Alex and nodded approval. “This is good, son. A little more sugar maybe to take away some of the bitterness. You’ll have to tell your mother how to make it.”

Our son smiled at the praise, and watched closely as his dad drained the mug. “Glad you liked it. I wasn’t sure.”

Happy that the impromptu party — or maybe the events of the previous night, or both – seemed to have mellowed him, I waited until Jerry looked my way then hitched up my robe a fraction to reveal a modest stretch of thigh, unexpectedly experiencing again the slight thrill I had felt when I thought Alex may have caught me masturbating.

Twenty minutes later Jerry stood up and yawned. “It’s been a nice surprise. Thank you both. I think I’d better get to bed before I fall asleep.”

I wasn’t tired, but I rose quickly. “Me too. Goodnight Alex, and thank you.”

In the bedroom I quickly discarded my robe, then deciding to take a chance I stripped off my nightie, hoping he was mellowed enough to take the hint. I thought I saw a brief gleam of interest in his eyes when he glanced at my trimmed pussy, but he turned his back as he always did when he undressed. Discouraged, I slipped back into my nightie as he pulled on his p/j’s and climbed into bed. I lay beside him, not entirely without hope, but that disappeared when his steady breathing told me he was asleep.

Trying to dispel my disappointment, I consoled myself by thinking of the night before. Most likely because it had been so unexpected and so good, his thrusting cock had seemed stronger and more vibrant than during our long ago monthly sessions, and with these thoughts running through my mind I dozed off.

It seemed like I had barely closed my eyes when I was awakened by the sheet sliding from my body and my nightie being lifted, then I gasped with shock as I felt his warm breath between my thighs. ‘Surely not,’ I told myself. ‘He’s never done that!’ Then his mouth was on my pussy, tongue probing my secret places. I started to cum the instant his lips closed on my clit. I don’t know how long he licked me for. It seemed like forever but was still not long enough, and when he finally moved over me I was more than ready.

At the last moment I heard a soft snore beside me, and I froze in panic. “Alex! No!” I gasped into the pitch darkness. “What if your father wakes up?” A small corner of my mind thought it odd that I was more concerned with my husband waking than with what my son was intent on doing.

“Don’t worry, he won’t wake up.” His voice was confident as he placed the tip of his tool at my entrance, but I pushed at his chest.

“It doesn’t matter. This is wrong!” My own voice lacked the same confidence, and even as I said the words, I lifted my cunt to accept and welcome the first thrust of his virile cock. Then he was inside me, and I was straining to meet and match him. My moans echoed around the room as he fucked me, but I no longer cared. Just so long as he didn’t stop.

The fleeting thrill I had felt when I thought Alex had seen me pleasuring myself in my sleep paled to nothing, compared with the mind blowing excitement of knowing my husband lay beside us, as my son fucked me to heights of ecstasy I had never imagined. I was physically exhausted and emotionally drained by the time he filled my cunt with jet after jet of hot seething cum, then he did something else that my husband should have, but never did. For a full half hour he lay beside me, soothing me with hands and words until my trembling ceased.

Finally he kissed me gently and whispered. “I suppose I’d better let you get some sleep.”

After he left I lay thinking. At last my mind was accepting what my body had known all along – the identity of my mysterious dream lover. The strength and vitality of my husband’s cock last night had not been in my imagination, because it had not been him who had twice fucked me to mind blowing orgasms. It had been my son.

When I woke next morning the enormity of what had happened struck me like a hammer blow. It was hard to believe I had allowed my own son to fuck me, and even harder to believe how much I had enjoyed it. I had known it was wrong, and I knew it must never happen again, but there was no denying it was the best, most satisfying fuck I’d ever had. However, in the cold passionless light of day, I was mortified and too embarrassed to face him. When Jerry woke up I made the time worn excuse that I had a headache, knowing he would suggest I stay in bed until I felt better.

After a while the door slammed as Jerry left for work, and moments later Alex came into my bedroom. I closed my eyes quickly, feigning sleep but he shook my shoulder. “Good morning Mom.” His voice was close to my ear. “Dad says you’re not too well. Take it easy and I’ll see you later. Would you like me to bring lunch home for you?” I shook my head and forced a pained smile, and he nodded. “I might bring something anyway just in case.”

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Kaylee crawled into bed with me later that evening. I barely remembered stirring as she walked into the bedroom.

I felt her warm body slid underneath the covers and nestle up against me. There was a soft kiss on the forehead and then unconsciousness reclaimed me.

“Wake up, sleepy-head,” my daughter’s voice invaded my dreams the next morning.

I growled and pulled the covers over my head.

Fingers walked across my back. “I’m hungry. I need blintzes.”

“Need…,” I grumbled. “You know how to make them yourself.”

“They don’t taste as good when I make them.”

I felt her cradle me, her bare breasts mashing into my back. I felt her soft nipples rub against my spine.

“Pretty, please? With sugar on top?”

“Alright, alright.” I rolled back to face her and rubbed sleep out of my eyes. “I’ll make you blintzes.”

“Thanks, Mom.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips. “You’re awesome.”

She was out the bedroom door in a flash and I heard the bang of pans and the clink of silverware as she prepped the kitchen.

I sat on the edge of the bed, letting myself wake up and wondering how she moved that fast. Age was creeping into my muscles and joints. I noticed her boots leaning on each other against the closet door and her embroidered skirt crumpled up next to the bed. Even at eighteen, my daughter kicked her clothes off like a child.

My daughter hadn’t slept next to me the whole night since she was young.

I pulled on some clothes and plodded into the kitchen. Most things were laid out, except for a few essentials. My daughter sat at the kitchen table, waiting.

“You sure are animated this morning.” I commented.

Her cheeks reddened. “I’m just happy.”

She hummed excitedly as I poured the mix into the blender. I saw her tap her toes to her own beat as the mechanical whirr of blades reverberated throughout the kitchen.

The skillet was already sprayed, so I began making the blintz shells.

“Be a dear and get the oil ready?” I asked Kaylee.

She jumped up happily. “Not afraid I’m going to burn it?”

“Just put it on low. It will speed things up.” I looked up and down at her naked form. “You’re in no way to mind a stove, anyways. You’re not even dressed.”

She practically skipped to the counter and bent over to reach beneath the oven where some of the other skillets were kept. Those sinuous glutes stretched, accentuating the lovely feminine curves of her hips. Framed between her dancer’s muscles was her beautiful pussy. The lips, closed up normally, yielded and exposed her treasure trove to the world when she was excited.

My eyes never left her statuesque figure. I imagined those folds yielding to my tongue as I tickled her pussy with my tongue, giving my daughter the most exquisite relief.

“Ready.” Kaylee scampered back to the table.

The oil was warm enough when I was ready for it and I wrapped three blintzes, browning them quite nicely within a few minutes. Kaylee beamed when I sat her plate in front of her. I spooned some leftover lasagna from dinner into a chipped bowl for myself and nuked it.

Despite her giddiness throughout the morning and the general comfortableness of our new-found physical relationship, she seemed suddenly quiet when I sat down.

“Was what we did yesterday, uh, alright with you?” Kaylee finally spoke.

“Actually,… I felt a little awkward, afterward. Thinking maybe I shouldn’t have shown that to you.”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t imagine any one else showing something that intimate to me and being that patient. I couldn’t keep my hands off myself in the car on the way to Kristen’s. Thinking about it.”

I barely held back a moan imagining my daughter thrusting her hands down her panties in traffic. “Me, too.”

“Honest?”

I gave my best casual shrug. “I can’t imagine it being wrong if we both enjoyed it.”

“I felt a little weird after. But it felt so good that I also thought that it shouldn’t be that weird. And I know you wouldn’t ever show me anything that was bad.”

“You got that right, kiddo.” I smiled. “I’m proud and lucky to have such an insightful daughter that can see that.”

“There is one thing I am wondering about, though, Mom,”

“Yes, hun?”

“Are you only giving lessons? Or can we also do that… uh, not as a lesson?”

I almost dropped my spoon.

“Kristen and I masturbate in front of each other all the time,” Kaylee continued. “And I didn’t know how much fun it was in front of you until we tried it.”

The world seemed to slow down and I felt my pussy throb. I could barely speak as I imagined Kaylee naked with her girlfriend Kristen, masturbating for her, and then imagining Kaylee kissing Kristen’s nipples. My knees felt weak.

“W-We both enjoyed it, obv-obviously,” I stammered. “I don’t see why we couldn’t continue outside of a lesson.”

“Like now?”

Oh God! I wanted to crawl across the ground and lick my girl’s pussy right there.

“Blintzes, now. Masturbation,.. some other time.”

Kaylee Gaziantep Escort frowned, but didn’t give up. “Fine. I masturbate. You watch?”

* * *

I had just returned from work and was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich. There was no ballet tonight and I could hear Kaylee listening to My Chemical Romance in her room.

Her bedroom door opened and the music spilled loudly into the hallway. She walked around the corner, singing quietly.

“Oh, Mom!” She stopped immediately. “Didn’t know you were home.”

“Just got back. Sorry, I didn’t tell you. Was hungry so I went straight for food. I know we have that movie date tonight.”

She nodded and reached for the refrigerator door handle. “Wow… You’re wearing that skirt.”

“This? Yeah. it’s the one we picked up. Remember?”

“I know.” She eyed the whole length of my figure. “Just hadn’t seen it on you yet. It looks smoking. The guys at work must be going crazy.”

I flushed. “I noticed a few of them turn their heads at work today.”

“That mean you finally going to get some penis?”

“I don’t fancy any of my co-workers, Kay.”

Kaylee shrugged. “Having a penis around here might not be a bad thing.”

My daughter turned back to rummage through the fridge. She bent almost in half, knees straight, reaching for the bottom shelf. It made her dress slide up the back of her legs, showing me the smooth backside of her thighs, and made me wonder whether she wore underwear. I imagined her showing me more of that ballet-honed flexibility with a strap-on dildo.

“Kay,” I said as gingerly as I could. I laid a caressing hand on the small of her back as she opened a tub of yogurt. “Maybe we could forget the movie tonight. Y’know?”

She moved into my hand and looked at me. Her eyes dilated.

“For serious? Tonight?”

“I’d love to. If you are in the mood.”

“Mom. I thought you’d never ask.”

“You’re in luck, sweetie.” I ran the back of my fingers delicately against her cheek. “Work has been stressful the last few weeks. It just drained the energy from me and it wasn’t on my mind. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.”

It was a lie, and probably for prudent reasons. I had this incessant fantasy of my daughter cumming hard on her dildo in front of me almost every night this week. A small part of me felt terrible thinking about her like that. Only a small part, though.

She beamed and forgot her food. Giddily, she accepted my hand and I led her into my bedroom.

“Like last time. Except no lesson,” I assured her.

Kaylee blushed, sheepishly. “Only if you want to.”

What I really wanted to do was rub my pussy against her slender dancer’s body. “Yes. Definitely, hun.”

Kaylee vibrated with energy as she started for my dildo box. She stopped, deftly turned to scamper into her room, and then returned with my vibrator.

“You’ve been leaving me wetter than usual. Always keeping that thing in your room, y’know?” I remarked.

“How could I not?” Kaylee turned a deep shade of red. “You taught me things about my body I had no idea about.” She pointed at me with the vibrator. “Stay there. I got an idea.”

She daintily placed the vibrator next to me and crawled toward me.

My breath caught short as she hovered over me and stared into my eyes with a smirk, almost touching her breasts against mine. I felt like a mouse in a cat’s paw.

I flinched slightly when she reached her right hand underneath my skirt and gripped the hem of my pantyhose. “If this isn’t a lesson, then we should make it at least kinda sexy. Right?”

Her other hand glided up the inside of my right leg and then slipped to the outside, grabbing the other side of the pantyhose. She spread the pliant material and slowly eased them down my hips and legs.

“I might take this out of context.” I winked, trying to figure how far my daughter might go with this.

“I don’t even know what that means, Mom,” she replied as she tossed my jet-black pantyhose behind her. Can’t blame a girl for trying.

Her hands resumed their silky slide up my legs and to my hips, pushing my skirt higher.

“Amazing legs.” Her fingers traced circles around my stomach and waist as she stared at my rapidly moistening pussy. “And I can’t wait to see that vijayjay of yours have an orgasm.”

“V-vijay-jay..” I was breathless as she unhooked my skirt’s front buttons and pressed her hands against my pubic bone. It made me want to crawl out of my skin with desire feeling her hands move near my pussy. It wasn’t right to enjoy this so much.

With another gentle smile, my daughter slipped the skirt down my legs.

“Wait, let me try this.” Kaylee said.

She brushed her chest against mine, her soft breasts raking up my body from my knees to my ribs. The movement was like an exaggerated upward dog from a yoga video I used once. The feeling was completely sensual and turned me on something fierce.

My daughter laughed. “Okay. Maybe that was fun for you. But it just felt silly Gaziantep Escort Bayan to me.”

Kaylee wrapped her legs around my torso and straddled me. She enjoyed my reaction more than a daughter should as she slowly undid the white plastic buttons and pulled apart the shirt. She grazed a hand from my cheek down my neck, across my collar bone, and then slowly along the underwire of my bra cup. My heart thudded in my ears and my breath unconsciously paused with a sharp intake of air as I felt her fingers glide across my breasts. My nipples grew and strained against my bra.

My daughter’s accustomed fingers floated up to the neckline of the cup and ran her fingers down the sensitive flesh of my breast. I shifted underneath her and let out a breathy pent-up half-moan.

“I’m glad you enjoyed that.” Kaylee flopped onto the bed next to me. “My turn.”

I pulled my shirt and bra off the rest of the way and then scooted my daughter toward the center.

My unease about physically teasing my daughter quickly dissipated with how excited it made me. The gleam in her eyes, the heave of her breasts, and the twitch of her thighs gave me courage.

Kaylee practically moaned when I ran my hands along her legs, up her skirt, and to the inside of her thighs. I pushed the dress up to her chest and then laid on her so that my stomach was against her pussy.

Maybe she was worked up from the ministration she gave me, but she was already shifting beneath me and in a breathless excitement. Seeing that, I grabbed her hips and moved my stomach between her legs, right where she wanted it.

“I can’t wait to see your pussy have an orgasm, babe,” I husked, overcome with the reaction I was generating in my daughter.

I heard a moan underneath her breath.

I slid in a reverse of the downward dog movement she did to me, until I was between her thighs. I heard her breath pick up pace.

“You really do have the prettiest pussy, sweetie. So perfect,” I complimented.

Kaylee growled as I brushed my fingers along her pussy lips to pull off her thong. She wore a dress and my lusty mind gave me some inspiration. I leaned down to grab the strip of fabric with my teeth.

I heard another appreciative noise from Kaylee. The smell and taste of her juices coated the sodden thong as I pulled it down her honed legs. I sat up with the wisp of red fabric hanging from my teeth. The fire in Kaylee’s eyes brightened.

“God, you’re good, Mom.” Kaylee reached for her pussy.

I raised a finger. “Before you do that… You gave my titties a tickle. It’s only fair.”

I ran the back of my hand down the side of her cheek, down to her breasts, as she had done to me. Her chest heaved again as I ran my fingers slowly along the cup and the sensitive flesh. Her eyes tracked my every movement.

“That feels good, Mom.” Kaylee panted.

“Sit up so I can unhook your bra.”

She obeyed and I used it as an excuse to mash my breasts into her stomach. In a fluid movement, I tugged off her bra.

“Your nipples are hard just like mine.” She stared at them as I pulled away. “Mind if I touch them?” she asked awkwardly.

Music to my ears. “Of course you can. As long as I can touch yours, sweetie.”

She grinned and we moved closer to each other. Her fingers brushed my erect nipples and she studied them as they grew harder under her touch. I let out a sigh of enjoyment and she giggled. “This is fun hearing you respond.. oh…”

Her voice trailed off as I slipped both hands onto her soft flesh. I ran her hard nipples underneath my palms and relished how they moved against my skin. My daughter’s eyes fluttered and she was lost for a moment. Her hands forgot me and clasped my hands firmly against her chest.

“Wanna tickle my breasts while I masturbate?” she asked coyly.

Yes! But I wanted something a little more carnal. “That would be fun, babe. But I think I have something better.”

I laid a soft but assuring hand on her chest and guided her to lay on the bed. Her eyes stayed with mine as I laid her lengthwise. For a moment, I hovered over her, purposefully letting the tresses of my dirty blonde hair tease her hard nipples. There was a slight uncertainty in her eyes but she skimmed a loving hand across my side and hip.

“Just stay there,” I instructed.

I slid down her body, her flesh withdrawing as my hot breath kissed her skin.

“Oh.. Mom..,” Kaylee squealed and writhed as my breath rolled past her stomach.

I stopped to linger over her pussy and breathed in her musk. Her muscular limbs flexed as I breathed on the inside of her thighs.

“I know how you like masturbating in front of people. How about we keep it sexy and I watch you masturbate.. really close?” I asked. I emphasized the closeness by placing my face a few inches away from her sopping pussy.

“I’ve never had a girl that close to my vijayjay. Not even Kristen. You really want to see it that close while I touch it?”

“Mmhmm…” I tried to put a little purr into my voice. Escort Gaziantep “It’s pretty hot to watch a person’s juices spill out and then to hear them grunt and make a mess of themselves. Don’t you think?” I hoped that didn’t gross her out.

She shivered. “T-That does sound really good..”

Kaylee groaned as she flicked the vibrator on and the first sensations of mechanical pleasure gripped her. I was mesmerized by how quickly her juice made the pink plastic glisten and how her pussy lips opened up invitingly to the phallus.

The vibrator glided the whole length of her pussy and she intermittently pressed it hard against her opening. That movement was interspersed with another series where her stroke became extremely slow and unhurried. She’d pull it away, pause, and then reward herself by pressing it against her sticky slit again. The whole series would start over again and her body reacted according to her will like a master musician playing an instrument. My daughter had learned a lot from her illicit practice.

Her eyes were heated slits. I saw them rove over my body as she continued the stroking technique that was giving her so much pleasure.

I rewarded her look with a kiss on her inner thigh. She shuddered and sped up her pace, tapping her clit.

“Easy, hun. You’re going to frig your clitty right off,” I warned.

“Your lips…,” she panted. Her ass cheeks were wet from the vibrator smearing her juices around. “You wanna… see me… just d-drench.. c-cum all over this.. t-thing?” Her voice seethed.

“I want… you to cum all over my face, sweetie.” She responded to me with a grunt. “But I want to enjoy it, first, too.”

“Y-yes. I wanna… watch you.. while I do that.”

Kaylee shoved the still-buzzing vibrator in my face.

“I’m going to copy you, babe. So I can feel what you feel.” I rasped.

“Yeah. Feel… what you feel.” Kaylee’s eyes widened and her hips rolled.

She slipped her fingers between her folds. She calmed herself down by slowly massaging her swollen pussy and giving herself a break from the intense pleasure of the vibrator. My daughter’s dainty digits probed her slit, and I saw the tips disappear inside herself and reappear on the way out. Her eyes hungrily settled on my hips and breasts.

A charged euphoria hit me. I sucked on the vibrator to taste my daughter before I pressed it against myself. Kaylee drummed a sticky rhythm on her slit as she watched me enjoy her leavings.

I did something that popped into my lezzy brain and I couldn’t stop myself. I grabbed my daughter’s fingers and kissed them, getting another taste of her sweet pussy. She smothered a gasp.

Undaunted and drunken, I kissed the back of Kaylee’s drenched hand again and heard another moan.

My kisses became more fervent. I slipped my tongue the whole length of her drenched fingers and eagerly slurped her juices. On my second pass, I felt my tongue brush wet pussy.

Her body jerked and she let out a throaty sigh from the unfathomable depths of her being.

“Mom… I’m so close…” My tongue was still grazing my daughter’s sopping pussy. Her fingers adjusted to give me a little more access to her.

For the first time, my most fervent desire was being fulfilled with my beloved Kaylee. And I was going to share in the most intimate release of my daughter. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but I wanted it with every ounce of my soul.

Kaylee held on for as long as she could, groaning, breathy, growling her desire. Her eyes were fixed to my hands between my legs. I shifted more to show her the release I was getting from my vibrator but the bed was not large enough to accommodate two people end-to-end. I gave her a glimpse as best as I could.

Her body writhed as her orgasm gained momentum. Her fingers were speedily rubbing her pussy, while my tongue was grazing her busy digits, sucking in her warm nectar.

“Yeah… rub your vij…,” Kaylee groaned.

She shuddered in waves with her eyes glued to the vibrator that was madly fucking my pussy. Her body jerked intermittently as she drew out successive orgasms, one after another.

My orgasm hit me like a brick wall with my vibrator buried deep inside me. It exploded from my core and spread. Her hips mashed against my face. My nose was wedged between her slick fingers and I breathed in the haze of bittersweet pussy juice.

I extracted myself from the post-coital jumble of limbs and pulled my daughter into a motherly cuddle.

“I think my whole insides are gone, Mom. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard. Ever.” Kaylee declared approvingly. “I saw stars and everything.”

I was too overwrought to respond. I laid there, cradling my daughter.

“How did you feel, Mom?” Kaylee asked after I hadn’t responded.

I had a wide and satisfied grin. “It felt absolutely amazing, Kay. Really good to hear you enjoyed yourself.”

“God. Having you there between my legs… Ugh, feeling like I was cumming on your face was surprisingly… passionate.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Seeing you get excited like that. And seeing it so close…” I shivered. “…got me so wet, Kay.”

“And I felt so close to you. Like we were sharing something erotic and caring. Does that sound weird?”

I shook my head. “No, Kay. I think that is what turned me on about it.”

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Bonnie Ch. 07

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The arrival of Lois

Lois. My first adventure with a true sex starved woman. It didn’t matter if we had fucked 3 or 4 times a day for a month. She NEEDED sex every day. If she was on her period, I fucked her in her ass, or she blew me. Didn’t matter. She was horny all the time. This went on for 2 years. It stopped abruptly when she told me she was pregnant.

Everything about her changed. She wasn’t horny anymore. She was angry. I was angry. It just all stopped. Did I miss the sex? Fuck yes, I did. But she was a different woman as I was a different man.

2 years of nasty court battles finally concluded, and I was awarded custody. Lois just disappeared and stopped coming to court. A moral victory for me but not so much for Jessie. Every kid needs a Mom. They really do.

As the years went by, I raised Jessie the best I could. I was not an award-winning Dad but we did OK. I had a couple of longer relationships with women who liked Jessie and helped me through her awkward years. That I was thankful for.

Jessie gave up on her Mom when she was about 12. She would always say, “just you and me Dad”. And that was how it was until she found her sister. She would spend time with her sister every weekend. She got to know a lot about Lois from her side of the family.

Lois. It has been about 20 years since I saw her last. Some nerve to show up at my door. I was shocked when I opened my door that Saturday morning. She was humble. She was quiet. She was embarrassed. She was apologetic. None of that mattered. She left her children. Poof. Threw down a ninja smoke ball and disappeared.

“Tim…I..I need to apologize.”

“NO…you need to go. Go back to where you came from. You left Jessie, Bonnie and you other son. Just left. There is no excuse!” I told her.

“Please hear me out. I had problems. I was scared. I needed help. It doesn’t really matter I am sure, but I really only abandoned Jessie. She was small, didn’t really know me. I kept in contact with the other kids almost the whole time. I have even met Jessie at Bonnie’s. She knows I am her Mom.” Lois stammered.

I closed the door in her face. Let sleeping dogs lie I thought.

That night at dinner, I asked Bonnie about her mom and her whereabouts. Bonnie took a deep breath and said she knew he Mom was back and living in an apartment a few miles away. And been since Jessie was about 13.

“6 YEARS, you have known this?” I was furious.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know you were mad when she left Jessie. But I did not want to bring Eskişehir Escort up bad memories and what we have here is perfect. I did not want to ruin things.”

For the first time since Bonnie and I got together, I went to bed alone. I slept in the guest room.

I could hear her crying. I knew she was upset as I was. I finally fell asleep.

Sunday, I awoke and found Bonnie and Jessie walking out the door.

“Where are you 2 off to?” I asked, trying to be as upbeat as I could.

“To see our mom.” Bonnie rasped and closed the door.

Lunch time came and went. Finally, the door opened, and they walked in.

“How was your visit?”

Jessie walked off and Bonnie sat beside me.

“Tim, we need to talk. I know this is hard for you. But Jessie wants her mom back in her life. Like forever. She has forgiven Lois, and so have I. It is time for you to do the same. “

“How can I? She just left. No reason given.”

“You have to find a way. You always said…” I will find a way” when things were not so hot for us. You always found a way to overcome. ALWAYS. Now is no different.”

Bonnie knew she was right. I did also.

“Fine. Invite her for dinner tonight. You, me and her. Hash it all out. No Jessie.” I will talk to Jessie once this is over.

Dinner

Lois showed up and 6 on the dot. Bonnie opened the door and invited her in.

They sat in the front room as I prepared the last of dinner.

“Still cooking Tim?’ Lois asked.

“Yes, have never stopped.”

I heard Lois tell Bonnie that I had always been a great cook. Glad she remembered.

We sat at the table and talked for hours. Most was serious. Some was reminiscing. At the end of the night Lois left, thanking me for all I had done and still am doing for Jessie and Bonnie.

Bonnie and I cleaned up the dinner mess and went to bed. I snuggled up to her and put my hand on her chest. Felt good to feel her. We drifted off and fell asleep.

I met Jessie for lunch on Monday and we talked about her mom and her coming back into her life. It was a good talk. Jessie gave me a big hug when we parted and whispered in my ear that she loved me.

When I got home that night Bonnie was busy with the baby and making dinner. I grabbed the baby and wandered into the living room. I put the baby in her swing and returned to the kitchen. I wrapped my arms around Bonnie and my hands found her breasts. I massaged them softly. I felt milk through her bra and shirt.

“Stop Tim! Eskişehir Escort Bayan Dinner will never get made if you get me all worked up.”

I laughed and stopped, slapping her on the ass. She grinned devilishly and put the dinner on the table.

We ate and around 8, she put the baby to bed.

As she came out of the baby’s room, I noticed she was bra less. He massive jugs swaying as she walked.

“Now, where were me earlier? Oh yes, you were milking me. Care to continue?”

She crawled onto the bed and on top of me. She removed her shirt exposing her tits. Milk was dripping from the swollen nipples. I knew she was horny and needed some play time. I grabbed one and pulled to my mouth sucking the milk from her nipple. She was grinding her pussy on my cock. I could handle no more. I pushed her off and removed her panties. I pulled out my swollen cock and poised the head at her opening. I pushed in slowly and started pumping her cunt.

She was moaning loudly. “OH GOD YES FUCK ME TIM. FUCK ME HARD. MAKE ME CUM!!”

She orgasmed hard and crawled off my cock. She took as much of me into her mouth as she could. She sucked me until I was close. When she felt me start to go she pulled her mouth off and grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed holding back my eruption. Her mother did that to me all the time. I guess her dear old mother gave up some of her secrets! She teased my cock head with her tongue. My cock twitched. I needed to cum. Finally, she released and started stroking my head.

I started cumming, she aimed my cock at her tits and I emptied on her. What a mess. What a glorious mess.

We got up the next day and stripped the bed. We showered and went off to work.

Around lunch time, my phone rang. It was Lois. She was wondering if we could have lunch and talk about Jessie some more. I named place and we met about 20 minutes later.

We talked for about an hour and I excused myself to head back to work. As I got up she grabbed my hand. I stopped and looked at her.

“It has been along time since you and I last were together. Bonnie has told me about your little arrangement with her and Jessie. I want you again. I want all of you guys.”

I was speechless. “Great, so now What? Blackmail?”

“No.” Lois replied. “Cock.”

I sat back down. Stupefied.

“Right now? I must get back to work. I will call you.”

“OK. Don’t be long in making that call.” Lois grinned as she said it.

I went back to work and went home Escort Eskişehir sick. When I walked into the house, Bonnie was there.

“What exactly did you tell your mom about me and you and Jessie?”

Bonnie’s face turned red. “Almost everything.”

Again…dumbfounded. “She wants you again Tim. We all do. Can’t you see what the drug of choice is here? You and that cock. I love you, Jessie loves you and I don’t think Lois ever stopped. What man could say no? You have women who crave you. You are the package. Successful, kind, caring, loving and sexual. Can’t you see that?”

I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there. What the hell have I done? I never saw myself like that. Dirty old man, yes. Sex god? Hahahaha, never.

“So now what?” I asked.

Bonnie said that her and Jessie and Lois were together all morning. They talked about sex, incest, and life. They engaged in sexual activity, with Lois getting her girls off.

My cock was hard. Bonnie knew it. She knew I couldn’t resist.

She picked up her phone and sent a quick message. A few minutes later, Jessie and Lois walked in. The three of them went into the bedroom. A few minutes later they called to me. I walked in.

All 3 were on the bed, naked. Lois in the middle. Her body was older, better. I peeled off my clothes and asked Bonnie and Jessie to get off the bed. They wanted to see their Mom get fucked and I had no objections.

I pulled her to me and got between her thick thighs. I slapped by cock on her belly reminding her of how far I planned on impaling her. She smiled wickedly and asked what I was waiting for. I stepped back and pushed into her. She groaned as I did. She was sloppy wet. It was familiar. Jessie and Bonnie were sitting there watching, fondling each other as I fucked their mother hard. Lois’ tits were bouncing with each hard stroke. I watched them quiver a I pounded Lois’ cervix. Jessie got up and straddled her mom and dropped her pregnant cunt onto her mom’s face. Bonnie got behind me and Lois and was playing with my balls and her moms clit. I could feel Lois tighten as she neared climax. She squeezed my rod with her pussy and started to cum. As she did, I felt the urge to let go with my cum. I filled her womb. It ran out of her as I pulled out. Bonnie was lapping it up.

“I am going to cum on your face mommy! Suck my clitty! Oh God lick me, lick me!” Jessie screamed at Lois. Lois pulled onto her face and held her tightly as she licked and sucked Jessie’s swollen clit.

Jessie came hard. Bonnie was eating her mom and lovers cum from her mom’s pussy. I was fucking my old lover, my new lover and my daughter. The bed was a mess. We didn’t care. We all fell asleep. I woke up and found Lois rubbing my cock with a look on her face that was devious.

Just like old times. Just like old times.

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Blood Passion Ch. 05

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“A monster?” Viktoria asked, confused. “Why are you a monster?”

“Look at me! Look at you! I sucked the life blood from mom, and while she is half dead upstairs I’m too busy fucking you rather than being by her side making sure she is okay. I cannot control these urges,” he cried out, manic.

“No, baby, this is normal.”

“Fuck normal! This is not normal. You don’t even know what normal is. You already said most of the information is lost, burnt in that tome which I never even read a page from.”

“It just is normal; can’t you feel it, Nik?” Viktoria answered, getting closer.

She hugged him, stroking his hair as he cried into her large bust. Instinctively he grabbed hold of her and held his aunt tightly, making sure she could not break away, not that she wanted to.

“I’m not supposed to hurt you. I’m supposed to protect you,” he proclaimed through his tears. “It is my job. That is what I feel, Aunt Viktoria.”

“Shhhh, it is okay, baby, just relax. Calm down. Your mother will be okay. Veronika is a tough woman. She popped you out of her no problem.”

“Don’t go, don’t leave, we…I…need you,” Nik asked. “I need you to help me.”

Viktoria heard the desperation in his voice. Tomorrow afternoon she’d have to go on a plane back to the west coast, far away from here and him. The one part of her plan she could not fix was where she lived. Years of trying to convince her husband to move east had failed. She stayed for the money, needing the safety net.

While Veronika looked after Nik, Viktoria made sure to look after the clan finances for when Nik reached of age. They would never need to worry about money as long as she did what needed to be done.

“Why isn’t Aunt Krystal here? She was supposed to come, wasn’t she?” he asked, the manic condition returning once his mind clued in.

“Yes, Nik, she was supposed to come. Don’t worry about her. Forget about her for the moment. I’ll be here. I’ll help you through this but you need to be strong. Cry when you need to, baby, but you’re the man of the family. You’re to lead the clan. It is your right as the man,” she said in a soothing voice, calm and self-assured.

“I want you to stay…”

His voice began to calm down again, breathing slowed, and he remained nuzzled in her bust like a boy who scrapped his knee for the first time.

“I want that too, Nik. Just be patient. Aunt Viktoria is already working on it. And you’re not a monster,” she added at the end. “You’re our big, strong, boy who is learning what it takes to be a man. We’ll always be by your side because we’re family, and blood is all that matters. Remember that.”

Nik closed his eyes, feeling tired again. This time fatigue set in, not bloodlust, Viktoria’s bust acting as legitimate pillows for him to sleep on.

“Sleep, baby, let mo…Aunt Viktoria take care of you.”

She almost said mommy, correcting herself regrettably. A small, red tear slid down her cheek. It hit her deeply in the pit of the stomach. Here, she acted as a surrogate mother to her nephew, unable to birth a son of her own. Viktoria had a daughter but it did not feel the same as having a son. Words could not express the feeling. People speak of the Oedipus Complex like it is a one-way attraction of a perverted son towards his mother. They do not realize the mothers want their sons just as badly.

Using her newly enhanced strength, she easily picked him up, cradling him in her arms like a baby. No doubt the sight of it would appear laughable to some due to his larger frame, but the motherly feeling in her heart lit on fire. Viktoria carried him gently to his bed, laying him down and pulling the covers up for him to rest. With a light kiss to the forehead she left to go do a lot of thinking in the kitchen.

X

An unknown time later, Veronika woke up, groggy, wondering what had exactly happened to her. Looking around, she saw her bedroom and her naked body. No blood, no markings, and especially no cum, simply laid down to rest.

She stumbled out of bed, moving toward Nik’s room. The first thought that came to mind was his safety, despite being the one that got drank dry. Peering inside, not wanting to disturb anything potentially happening, she only saw her baby boy resting, naked, on the bed. Her eyes also brightened at seeing his huge cock sticking straight in the air, inviting her over to ride it.

However, Veronika bit her lip and backed off. She did not know what had happened to him, and as much as her cunt immediately got wet at the sight, she hesitantly walked downstairs to find Viktoria.

“You don’t look any worse for wear,” Viktoria commented, noticing Veronika enter the kitchen.

“I feel like I got hit with a sledgehammer. Nik okay?”

“Your baby boy is fine. I put him to bed and fed him for you. You’ve raised a fine man, sis,” Viktoria complemented.

“What do you mean?”

She looked confused, unaware of the previous, naughty events.

“We had to have a small chat. He thought he was a monster for doing what Hatay Escort he did…and fucking me once we got home. His first thoughts were of protecting you.”

Veronika blushed, never knowing her own son held such protective thoughts.

“He going to be okay?” she asked.

“Just fatigue. All the events from today just cascaded and overloaded his system.”

Viktoria sat at the table, writing in a large notebook as she talked. Veronika walked to the fridge to get something to eat, hungry and thirsty for something other than blood.

“I guess we cannot live on blood entirely,” she observed. “We’re not exactly movie vampires.”

“Vampires are fictional creations, sis. Anyone can make up any rules they want and they will be true. As long as we do not sparkle, I’ll be happy.”

The joke caused Veronika to laugh. Taking the coffee already made, she poured two cups and went to sit with her sister.

“Do you think he can handle all the responsibilities and changes? We’re lucky his hunger hit on the weekend.”

“I think he can handle it as long as we support him. I’ll need to bitch Krystal out. She should be here, and it is her responsibility too, whether she likes it or not,” Viktoria replied. “What I’m concerned about is you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, Nik’s hunger wanted to drain you dry if I wasn’t around to intercede. That, and the little chat with Nik I had, made me realize how vitally important it is for me to be living closer than the west coast.”

“How are you going to swing that, especially with your daughter going into her senior year?”

“I’ll…make it work somehow. I know I’d hate myself if you two got hurt, or worse, while I’m living it up on the west coast. There is also the matter of his sperm. Unless you bottle it and ship it to me, we don’t know what’ll happen if I’m not drinking and absorbing it.”

“It escaped my mind that you’ll be dry over there. It is not like he can visit you either.”

“Dry in more ways than one, sis. I’ve got a plan. It’ll be a stop gap, but it’ll be the best I can come up with on short notice.”

X

The hours ticked by and Nik woke up, groggy, pulled to the light from his deep slumber. He felt better though, his mind clear, and the fatigue vanished.

“Oh shit, mom!” he said to himself, jumping out of bed completely naked.

He rushed to Veronika’s room, his cock flapping in the air, and poked his head in. Empty.

“She must be downstairs.”

He rushed down to the kitchen. Empty as well. He finally found her in the backyard, sunbathing on a blanket, head resting in her arms.

“Mom!” he called out.

“Nik, you’re awake,” she replied, lifting her head and smiling.

Running over, he immediately hugged her tightly, trying not to cry again. He cared not that his naked body got exposed to the world.

“Don’t worry, baby, mommy is okay. Aunt Viktoria told me everything that happened. I’m touched you want to be my knight in shining armor,” she cooed, stroking his hair.

Again, his face immediately went for his relative’s tits. Something about them made him feel safer, calmer, than snuggling into a shoulder. Considering he fucked both women, there should not be any complaints where he snuggled his face.

“We need to be careful, baby. Once Aunt Viktoria leaves, we’ll have to make some changes to how you feed,” she told him.

“What kind of changes? I need your blood to survive.”

“Right, you need the blood. We are going to try storing the blood to see if it works the same. I can slit my wrist and pour the blood into jars, vials, anything, and put in the fridge for you.”

“Do you think it’ll work?” he asked.

“We do not know. We have to hope. If you cannot learn to control yourself then we’ll all be in danger, not to mention if you have to go away for soccer games.”

“Yeah, I never thought about that. I guess I got caught up in all the lust and excitement. It is more complicated a situation than we thought.”

“Viktoria went out to get some supplies and we’ll start on it later.”

“Wait, there is something I do not understand yet. Why are you two fine?”

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Veronika asked.

“You two drank less blood than me. You do not need it too in order to live?”

“We were so focused on you; it escaped our minds. That much we know from the clan tome. Women only need the male’s sperm to retain our youth. The blood enhances our abilities. Yeah, I know, it is annoying the damn thing had to be half-charred.”

“Wonder what kind of abilities you’ll have other than being a lot stronger than before. Aunt Viktoria had to have carried me to the bed when I passed out. You were still asleep.”

“We will have to wait and see. Hungry?” she asked.

“I think I’ll be able to wait until Aunt Viktoria gets here. I do not want to risk it. Sucks she could not stay longer.”

“The world of adults, jobs and other commitments, it is also what kept your Aunt Krystal away. Do not worry, baby, mommy is not Hatay Escort Bayan jealous you lusted after Krystal even before knowing any of this. I found the magazines,” she revealed, stroking his hair.

They laid there on the blanket in the backyard. A high fence kept any walkers from peaking over, and they had lots of yard space to buffer out any nosy neighbours unless they were packing binoculars.

“Oh…yeah, guess I did not hide them very well sometimes.”

“Maybe I’ll tell her you splashed her face with cum, hoping for her slender lips to suck you off,” she whispered in his ear, tempting the eighteen year old’s imagination.

It did the trick. The thought of his mother telling dirty secrets to Krystal made his cock twitch immediately to life.

“I know this will fuck her straight,” she cooed.

Her gentle hand ran along the length of his chest and abs, all the way to his cock, grasping it firmly between her fingers. Soft, yet firm, she stroked her son’s massive cock. He groaned, instinctively nestling deeper into her tits and sucking on her nipples. The pleasure made his mind go blank, simply going with the flow Veronika set forth.

“I’ll tell her how badly you want to fuck her and rail her holes open wide, sink your teeth into her neckline, and fulfill the family tradition.”

“Your hand feels so good, mommy,” he squirmed, sucking on her tits greedily.

They long since stopped lactating but that did not stop him from trying to suck out the glorious liquid from their warehouse. Each suck sent a deep, pleasurable sensation down Veronika’s spine, feeling enriched sexually and emotionally.

“Suck on mommy’s tits all you want, my big boy. I want to suck your cum from my fingertips. Will you cum for mommy in my hand like a good boy?” she asked, playing the role of dommy mommy

He replied with a positive sounding noise; too busy sucking on her glorious tits.

“Drink up, baby, we’ll have lots of fun. I want to feel you inside me again, and we need to share with Aunt Viktoria too.”

Hearing about the threesome made his cock twitch and prematurely squirt in Veronika’s hands. She cupped the top, letting each hot, creamy stream blast against her palm. Using her fingernails, she slid them gently along his shaft to scoop up any spillage. The large, thick pool of incestuous cream looked divine in her hand. Tongue out, she licked it like a cat at the milk bowl, savouring the exquisite taste. Nothing could compare to her son’s sperm.

“It tastes delicious, Nik, so thick and creamy. How about I go inside and make you a snack now?” she said, softly, stroking his hair with her free hand.

“Sure, mommy, but I want you to kiss the tip first,” he told her.

“Anything for my big boy,” she smirked.

She moved down to the rock hard cock, post-cum oozing out the tip. Her ruby painted lips kissed the head, gently, teasing her son. One kiss, then a second, a third and fourth, and finally she opened them up wide to engulf the cockhead for a small suckle. All the remaining cum happily escaped to her awaiting mouth.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” she moaned, before pulling her head back with a plopping noise. “I spoil my boy so much, but that means you’ll always be my good boy.”

The dommy mommy approach thickly lathered the mood. Despite her lusting for him to dominate and take control of her at any given moment, she had an important role to play as a mother. He still needed tender loving care, and not be treated as a cold, soulless, fucking machine.

She kissed his forehead and led him inside so she could make him a meal. She stood there in the kitchen in her bikini, having strung it back up now that the MILF no longer felt the tanning room sun shine down on her.

“One big plate of bacon and eggs coming right up for you. I need to remember to go and get groceries tomorrow after I bring Viktoria to the airport. When is the season opener?” she asked him.

“Next week, a home game at least. Girls play first and then the boys, just like last year, mom,” he replied, staring at her firm ass. “I’m hoping Coach Rodriguez is no longer pissed by then.”

“You stood your ground and didn’t let that bitch intimidate you,” she commented about Tiffany. “I do not know what has gotten into her. You two used to be so close.”

“Pressure on getting a scholarship and going pro, mom.”

“Here we go, eat up; you’ll need your energy for tonight. I want it to be special.”

Veronika sat next to him, stroking his hair as he ate.

“Hard to believe it has been 18 years since you came out of my womb. I could feel your kicks and knew you’d grow up to be a strong man. Mother’s intuition, you know,” she smiled.

“What would have happened if dad had lived?” he suddenly asked out of the blue.

Veronika looked shocked, not expecting the question, nor did she even think about it recently. She pondered it, leaving the air heavy with silence.

“I do not know. I know it would be difficult. He did not know our history. None of Escort Hatay us spoke of it. Your uncle does not even know. Viktoria made sure your cousin kept her mouth shut tight. I guess we would be sneaking around a lot more, hiding things from him, but I do not think any of us would like that. He was a good man and he would not have deserved it.”

“Did they ever catch his killer? You always changed the subject whenever I asked before. I think I’m old enough to know now.”

She hesitated again, stroking his hair softly, reassuringly. No words could express the sorrow she would reveal to him.

“No, no one found his killer. Shot dead in his squad car. Him and his partner were gunned down, randomly. It was horrible. They had to be cremated because there were so many bullet holes. They wouldn’t even let me see the body. An officer in his precinct identified him to spare me the horrid image.”

Veronika began to cry a little, red tears streaking down her soft cheeks.

“That is why I helicoptered around you and will still do that even if you tell me not to. A week before he died we had sex for the final time. I didn’t even know I was pregnant until later. I thought it was grief; Viktoria had to fly-in to help take care of me for weeks. But then morning sickness came, and well, you know the rest. You were born later in the year, my bundle of joy, born under a special star.”

“You never told me any of this,” he replied, head sunken downwards, processing it all. “You’re telling me I could not have even been born?”

“Yes, baby, it just happened to be that time of the month and that one, magical sperm pierced the egg. I won’t lie, I had it planned to get pregnant, but did not think it would work the first time we tried to conceive.”

Nik rubbed Veronika’s cheer with the back of his hand, wiping away the blood tears.

“Thanks, mom, I know it must have been tough raising me all alone for eighteen years.”

“I had a lot of support from your aunts, yes, even Krystal. She helped out in ways never talked about. We’re giving her a lot of grief for not showing up now for your birthday but she should not be vilified.”

“What did she do?” he asked, curious.

“I’ll fill you in another time. I need to go take a bath and get myself looking good for tonight. Rest, and no touching yourself. Don’t let Aunt Viktoria seduce you either before tonight.”

She placed a tender kiss on his forehead before walking off to take a bath. Nik sat there with his thoughts. After placing the dish in the sink, he flopped down on the couch to watch TV and rest. Part of his mind kept returning to the practice game. He felt so alive, so into it compared to previous practices.

“The awakening definitely gave me an extra burst of speed. I could always keep up with Tiffany but I’ve never chased her down that quickly before. Next game will be the litmus test. I’ll know exactly which hidden potentials were unlocked,” he thought to himself.

Even though he tried to watch the TV, he had his phone with him, browsing the internet. News, media reports, big trades in sports leagues, just random stuff to pass the time.

“Hey asshole, you’re lucky I only got a bruise,” a message from Tiffany popped up on his phone.

“It is a rough sport. Are you going to bitch about it when Westland High play us and those butch girls play it rough?” he sent back.

“This is my senior year and I’ve got scouts looking at me. Don’t ruin my shot because you’re jealous I stripped you clean.”

“I’ve got scouts looking at me as well, Tiff, so get your head out of your ass. I’ve not started a war here. You made it up in your delusion mind.”

“Delusional! Fuck off, I am not delusional. Watch where you slide next time, asshole.”

“For fuck sake, where did the stick come from that is lodged so far up her ass…” Nik mumbled to himself.

“Lover’s spat?” Viktoria randomly called out, standing in the doorway to the living room.

“Huh? When did you get home?” Nik asked, surprised.

“A moment ago. You were too engrossed with your girlfriend there to hear me walk in. Help me with some bags.”

“She is not my girlfriend. She hates my guts,” Nik answered, climbing over the back of the couch to follow.

“You say that but she keeps messaging you. Young love is so complicated these days,” Viktoria smirked.

“What did you get at the store?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Some bottles, jars, a couple quality of life objects. Through some talking I have come to the morbid conclusion that you, my sweet nephew, might end up killing your mother with that bloodlust of yours if we do not get it under control.”

She opened up the trunk and handed him a heavy box of glass jars with ease.

“What does jam have to do with it?”

“We’re going to perform a small experiment, and buying jam was cheaper than just empty jars…plus I like strawberry jam. It’ll be quick and messy but hopefully it’ll help until I can move closer to you permanently.”

“I get it,” Nik clued in, lugging the box, “you’re going to bottle the blood.”

“Smart and handsome,” Viktoria teased him. “No clue if it will work but if I can give you as much of mine as possible, it’ll lift some of the burden on Veronika.”

“You two are blood dolls,” he observed.

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Bob’s ran his tongue round his dry mouth; his heart pounding as he anxiously unbuttoned the gusset of Charity’s one-piece swimming costume. Would she object, he wondered? A quick glance round assured him that the grassy dune they occupied was hidden from prying eyes, and the distant laughter confirmed that his wife and Jonnie were plashing in the sea.

Bob and his wife, Meg, were spending a day by the sea with their friends. Meg had run down to the sea, hand in hand with Johnnie, running with her. Bob had always fancied Charity. She was a good-looking, well-built brunette lady in her mid-twenties. With a Grecian nose and full moist lips, mischievous brown eyes, Bob always believed she was inviting him to kiss her. She had that curious appeal in her eyes when she smiled at him. Her full breasts and rolling hips continued the Grecian theme. He liked plump ladies.

Perhaps he found her attractive because his own wife had the figure of boy, with narrow hips and hardly any flesh at all on her breasts. Just polished nipples. Although attractive, with hazel gleaming eyes, her nose was straight and slender, her complexion fresh, her lips rather thin over even white teeth. She was the daughter of a vicar – and a good pianist!

It was whilst they were lying in bed quietly after making love that they planned this day out with their friends. Meg had been unusually subdued in her lovemaking. She was the one that normally made the running with energy, bounce and zest. But tonight she was quiet. When Bob questioned her about it she was perfectly frank.

‘I think I’ve fallen in love with Johnnie,’ she admitted.

Bob considered the surprising news. After a few years of marriage, he realised that sex could get a bit repetitive. Perhaps a change might bring the zest back into their relationship. He considered the confession for a few moments.

‘You mean you have a crush on him. It’s not love, really. I mean, I really fancy Charity as a matter of fact, but only as a change of scenery. That’s all.’

‘Really?’

‘Well, why not? She’s attractive, after all, and it doesn’t affect my love for you one bit. It would make a change.’

‘Do you think she returns the interest?’

‘Could be. She has that come-and-get-me look sometimes.’

‘So, if you can persuade Charity, then you won’t mind if I go for Johnnie?’

‘Seems a fair deal.’

‘Shall we? Shall we see how the land lies?’ she suggested.

‘I think a day by the sea with them, on a quiet day. We’ll arrange matters to give each other a chance to explore the possibilities.’

And so the deal was reached. And they spent a day by the sea, choosing a quiet stretch of coastline, with plenty of sand dunes. They spread out rugs, got into their swimwear with lots of laughter, and had their picnic. Bob and Charity exchanged several discreet looks, full of promise for each other, whilst they ate.

Reclining on her back, eyes closed, arms outstretched, Charity was now enjoying the hot sun warming her body. It made her feel sexy and bubbling inside. She loved the attention of men. To feel hunted. Bob, fumbling awkwardly with the gusset of her swimming costume, made her giggle to herself, but it turned her on. So, Charity made no move to stop him. It would add a little excitement to the afternoon. Her juices flowed!

Once free, the gusset flap lifted to expose the plump inflated vulva. Bob was amazed at the sight that confronted him. Absolutely breathtaking! Charity’s inner labia were fleshy. They had long, thick, wrinkled flaps drooping low from the vulva, surrounded by a forest of dark hair, now smeared with her starchy juices.

Her thatch of hair was at its most dense over the clitoral hood, and spread into the inner thighs, across her groin and peaked up to her navel. ‘So, that was why Charity wore one-piece costumes with short legs,’ he thought, ‘to hide that marvellous mass of hair.’ He wondered why she didn’t trim it? But was glad she didn’t.

Hairy women were much admired by Bob. They turned him on like crazy. The sight of a full crest of hair would immediately raise his erection. And here, all the time, was the wife of his friend with a superb pubic fur coat. He would never be able to look at her again without the memory of that fleshy vulva and the surrounding forest flashing in front of his eyes. His longing to sink his cock into this fantastic forest of sex was irresistible.

With the fingers of both hands, Bob carefully parted the slippery hanging flaps to uncover the puckered gateway to her vagina, oozing with thick cream. Her shining pink clitoris was the size of the first joint of his little finger, its hood acting as a foreskin. He had never known a clitoris could be so prominent before! But then, he hadn’t seen all that many. Meg’s was the size of a small pea.

As he contemplated this hot mystery, promising untold joy, unable to keep control of his lust, he pushed down the waistband of his shorts with one hand. Yanking out his throbbing penis with the other, Bob swung his leg across Charity’s thighs.

Looking down Kıbrıs Escort on that magnificent sight of Charity’s bushy vulva, Bob presented the head of his manhood to the pink entrance. The moment of sweet anticipation had arrived! The head was slowly inserted into the creamy starch. Bob watched his hard shaft penetrate the thick forest into the syrupy channel. The feeling of the profuse hair rubbing against his shaft was sheer heaven!

When his penis had submerged to the full, he felt Charity’s inner muscles flexing on the guest, to stimulate even further the nerve endings in the glans. He suddenly went wild! Unable to prevent himself, Bob drove the cock in and out fiercely, bringing the impatient tensed loins to a quick boil. With a stifled grunt, an almighty lunge released the eager pent up sperm spurting deep into Charity. Withdrawing quickly after the second thrust, he emptied the remaining splashes in the dark curls on her groin, like pearls in a nest.

Charity had kept her eyes closed throughout the event. Now, she half-opened them to look into those of Bob. They gazed at each other for a few seconds. Charity smiled ruefully.

‘Sorry!’ Bob said. ‘Couldn’t stop myself. You’re very attractive.’

‘A quick screw on a sudden impulse is a good thing. I enjoyed it. All the more for it being unexpected. And all the more for it being you.’

Bob blushed a little. ‘Flatterer.’

‘No, no! Men flatter. Women speak their mind.’ She smiled. ‘I wondered how long it would be before you made a pass at me.’

‘I wish!’

‘Next time, we’ll be more leisurely.’

Bob’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Will there be a next time?’

‘That’s up to you.’

‘Then there sure will. I want to spend some time exploring that fascinating body of yours. Particularly the furry part.’ He started playing with her genitals again, discovering the fleshy folds, the hairy crevices and the plump clitoris. Charity winced with pleasure.

‘My Fledermaus?’

‘Why do you call it that?’

‘Because a lot of girls refer to it as their “mouse”. Mine has big wings, though, so a bat – or, as Strauss called it, Die Fledermaus. I hate it!’

‘Why? It’s captivating – fantastic! Turns me on!’

‘Too mushy – too big!’

‘Rubbish! It’s what being a proper woman is all about. I love it.’

‘It turns me on as well – often! But in a different way! It can be very demanding. Is there time to do it again?’

But the sound of approaching voices reached him. ‘I think Meg and Johnnie will be back in a minute. Better button up.’

She smiled at him. ‘You do it for me.’

So, after a final, quick exploration of her sticky, hairy vulva, Bob re-buttoned the gusset flap. He could hear the laughter of his wife approaching. He flopped on his back and closed his eyes as they appeared over the ridge.

Meg and Johnnie appeared, climbing over the ridge, panting for breath through their laughter, each carrying a slopping small bucket of seawater. Meg looked down on the reclining couple and noticed straight away the white stains on the front of Bob’s costume. She recognised it immediately as the evidence of Charity’s love juices smeared over his trunks.

Bob opened his eyes to exchange a look with Meg. He gave a gloating smile. Her eyebrows rose with some surprise.

‘You bugger!’ she cried, throwing the bucket of water over him.

‘Oi!’ he shouted scrambling to his feet. ‘Come on Charity, let’s go for a swim.’

He pulled Charity to her feet and they ran off down the beach leaving Johnnie and Meg together.

‘Was it something I said,’ he laughed. ‘Time for a rest in the sun.’

After smoothing out the rug, Johnnie lay on his back, hands behind his head and closed his eyes, allowing the heat of the sun to swamp his body. He pondered on the frolic with Meg in the water, which had seemed to him more like a game between lovers. By chance, tufts of pubic hairs had strayed out of the legs of Meg’s costume. Glistening in the sunlight, they attracted his eyes. He found it very sexy.

Yes, thought Johnnie – she is rather attractive, even though she’s missing the vital female curves. No breasts. No hips. But her earnest face and ready laugh, and her general tomfoolery, appealed to him. So, they acted the fool in the water, splashing and pushing – and even embracing once or twice in a brotherly way! But it was just friendly fun. It was Meg who finally suggested they return to sunbathe.

As Johnnie pondered on her behaviour, Meg gazed down on him for a moment before settling beside him, propped up on one elbow, facing him. She was going to risk it, she decided. After all, Bob had clearly had his way with Charity. And she thought Johnnie found her attractive enough.

She trailed her fingers lightly over Johnnie’s belly. ‘Are you ticklish?’

‘No! Not really.’ He didn’t even open his eyes as she continued to explore his body with the tips of her fingers.

‘You’ve got lovely clear skin, haven’t you? Mmmm!’

Her questing fingers skipped over the waistband of his Kıbrıs Escort Bayan trunks and played a brief tattoo on the shape she found lurking under there. It stirred at the sudden attention. Johnnie kept his eyes closed.

‘Oops!’ she laughed. ‘Surprise, surprise!’ and began gently to stroke the shape with the pads of her fingers. Johnnie made no move to stop her. ‘Hello! There’s something stirring down there. Have you got a snake hidden in your trunks? It’s getting bigger!’ Meg pretended mock innocence. ‘Let me take a look.’

And she lifted the waistband to peek down at his growing cock. ‘Oh, that’s nice,’ she purred, turning back the waistband to uncover the top half of the stiffening cock.

Johnnie couldn’t really believe what was happening! Here was Meg trying to get to his cock for some reason. It had never occurred to him that she fancied him in that way. Although they had a mutual attraction, he hadn’t picked up any sexual signals from her. But then Johnnie was not very good at picking up vibes from women – that was something he would learn later in life. But after only four years of marriage, it never entered his head that anyone other than his wife would fancy him sexually. Perhaps Meg was just teasing.

Having no rebuffs to her advances, Meg became rather bolder. She drew his swimming trunks over his thighs to expose the whole set of genitals. The cock was now hardening rapidly, throb after throb, rising from its nest of mousy-coloured pubic hair.

‘Wow! That – is – so – beautiful!’ she muttered. She adored watching a cock expand. The pulsating, swaying shaft getting stiffer and longer and thicker. Gazing dotingly on the pale, stiff cock, her fingers lightly traced a pattern up and down, along its length, feeling the texture of the skin. Absorbing the shape. Exploring the contours.

This cock was as creamy smooth as ivory, with light blue veins showing beneath the surface. Of average length, but thick and straight. This contrasted with her husband’s swarthy, heavily veined banana-shaped penis. She fell in love at sight with this perfect ornament. To Meg, it resembled a Greek God in its colour and texture.

She spoke to it softly. ‘You are my exquisite Adonis – the one who stole the heart of Venus, the goddess of love.’ And she pressed her lips against the shaft in a kiss of adoration. For some reason, she knew that Johnnie’s cock would be special. An exceptional piece of man. ‘I love you,’ she whispered.

‘I shall worship you. I shall bring you to the altar in the shrine of my Venus. My mysterious treasure. I shall guide you there. You shall stand upright before her and make her your offering of the most precious gift you have. Your inner self.’

All this talk of Greek Gods and Goddesses, shrines and treasures, in some obscure way, had heightened Johnnie ‘s anticipation. His cock was throbbing at full stretch – he could feel it trying to burst. No one had ever spoken to his penis before, let alone worship it with such eulogy and kisses. Meg was lost in her admiration.

For her part, Meg was utterly bowled over by this specimen of manhood. It looked so fragile – so delicate. She handled it with special care, stroking, caressing, licking and kissing it as though it was an idol – a beautiful young Prince!

There was no time to lose, however. Meg was determined to feel this superb Adonis penetrate her. She was already sopping wet with passion. As she hoisted her right thigh across Johnnie’s legs, she pulled the crotch of her costume to one side, and taking hold of the precious shaft, positioned the tip between the dripping lips of her vulva, easing it into the portals of her vagina – her Venus – her mysterious shrine, anxious to be pierced.

With a stifled groan, eyes closed, Meg impaled herself very slowly onto the solid Adonis until their groins met. Johnnie was now fully embedded inside the hot centre of Meg’s mystery. Her love juices trickled into his pubic hair. Through half-opened eyes, Johnnie studied the look of sheer incredulity, of pure ecstasy on Meg’s face. Her right hand was held over her vulva, squeezing the hard clitoris, holding the intruder fully in place, wallowing in the sensation.

It was a natural act for Meg to begin easing her waist up and down on the trespasser, as she whimpered and moaned. Her middle two fingers were drawn to the small button of delight, stimulating it with a fast circular rubbing motion, interspersed by squeezing the shaft that was, by this time, driving hard into her bouncing loins.

Johnnie was now thudding deep into her, meeting her thrusts to her rhythm, feeling the spring tightening deep in his loins. He knew he would not be able to prevent his cock from exploding. It was too late to control. The tension was mounting stroke by stroke.

Meantime, Meg was reaching her own point of no return. There was no time for delaying tactics. She just had to come. It was urgent – imperative! It was bubbling up inside her. A few more hard pushes to meet Johnnie’s thrusts and she’d be there. The wave was swelling, building, Escort Kıbrıs foaming – it would engulf her any time.

It came with a sudden crash as Meg burst her banks, flooding Johnnie’s cock with her waters of Venus, as it discharged its treasure on the altar of the shrine.

Johnnie never knew that women could ejaculate.

‘Quick! They’re coming back!’ Meg rolled off Johnnie, adjusting her costume as Johnnie pulled his trunks back. They both relaxed on their backs, sunbathing.

When Charity and Bob appeared over the dune, breathless and laughing, Meg looked up at Bob with a smirk. His glance down at Johnnie’s loins told him all – it had still not fully softened. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at her.

****** Saturday came, and Johnnie turned up with his violin case as arranged. But they didn’t get much duet playing together. Meg had been eagerly anticipating Johnnie’s arrival all morning, changing from one frock into another, selecting the most attractive silk knickers. When he eventually arrived, clutching his violin case, she kissed him hard on the mouth.

‘I thought you were never coming,’ she garbled.

‘I’m earlier than we said.’

‘Never mind. Take you jacket off.’ And she helped him off with his coat. She stood looking at him, smiling with joy.

Although he took the violin carefully from the case, Johnnie could feel the vibes in the atmosphere. Meg was almost panting! Her eyes never left him.

‘Come one, then. Let’s play,’ he said

But no sooner had Meg sat on her stool and opened the piano lid, than her infatuation overwhelmed her. Just looking at Johnnie turned her on.

‘Oh, the hell with it,’ she said going to him. ‘Let’s make love instead.’

Johnnie took her in his arms and they embraced passionately, as each tore at the other’s clothes to get them off. With arms encircling their naked bodies, they held each other tight, feeling the warmth of their skin melting together. Meg’s nipples rubbing against his chest, Johnnie’s stiffness pressed against the silky down on her public mound

Their lips met in a passionate kiss whilst they enjoyed their closeness. Meg grasped at the already stiff cock as Johnnie cupped her leaking vulva in the palm of his hand. Her loins squirmed against the exploring hand covering her vulva.

With clothes strewn over the floor, Johnnie lowered the naked Meg onto the settee where she opened her thighs, offering herself to him.

In a relaxed state, Meg’s vulva allowed nothing of the inner labia to be seen. In fact, it was just a cleft in the soft peach between her thighs, downy, lightly covered with fine blonde hair, spread over her groin, and down her thighs. These were he stray hairs that had first inflamed Johnnie as they peeked out of her bikini bottom.

Reclining on the sofa, naked, in the summer heat, a mild breeze floating through the open French windows, Meg displayed her slender, boyish figure. She looked up at Johnnie, her eyes begging him to take what she was offering. To make love to her. She slowly hinged open her knees for him, before drawing them up as far as her shoulders to expose fully all her feminine charms.

Johnnie was enthralled by Meg’s vulva. Such a contrast to that of his wife. As Meg parted her thighs, the crevice opened to reveal the pale inner lips. Thin ridges of wrinkled flesh running down the inside slope of her vulva, ending in five small, irregular folds of flesh, like rose petals, at the entrance to her vagina.

When fired with passion, as they were now, they opened up, like a tiny rose, revealing the pulsating opening, dilating and contracting, leaking her vaginal secretion, eager to be penetrated.

His eyes never leaving the sight of that delicious vulva, Meg reached out to gently fondle Johnnie’s stiff cock as he moved in to her, to get close to that succulent piece of woman between Meg’s thighs.

There was no doubt that Johnnie was eager to explore the mystery of Meg’s hidden mystery. Parting the petals of flesh with his fingers, he looked into the dilating dribbling vagina, inserting his two middle fingers to feel around the soft inner walls.

Meg was equally interested in Johnnie’s cock, hard and straight. Much paler in colour and smoother in texture than that of her husband. She caressed it, kissed along its length, placed her pursed lips against the leaking glans, fingering his low hanging testicles. Her eyes devoured every vein, every hair round the base, worshiping the Lord of her love sanctuary – the Prince who would soon assault that shrine of delightful passion.

As Johnnie put his mouth to the soft petals, Meg’s loins lurched, the thrill rippling through her. She gripped his head in her hands, let out a groan of desire as he ran his tongue up the length of the gash, tasting her delicious syrup. But Meg was in no hurry. It was time to have some serious oral sex. She pushed Johnnie to the floor, sitting over his face, presenting her warm, wet vulva to his mouth. Feeling his tongue darting in and out of her crack, nibbling at her meagre labia, she bent over his loins to play with her new toy. Her tongue lapped at the wonderful shaft, the tip tracing a path along the underside, her lips pressing against the tip. She took his testicles in her mouth and gently sucked on them, rolling her tongue over each in turn.

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My wife Tina and I have been married for fifteen years, and we both have absolute faith in each other’s fidelity. She was a virgin right up to our wedding night and, as far as I know, she has never looked at another guy in an illicit way ever since. For my part, I cannot deny having enjoyed a couple of wild flings while in college, but Tina was my first, and last, true love.

We have genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, and we have had no complaints about our sex life, at least not for the most part of our married life. Tina bore me two lovely kids, a boy who is now twelve and a girl who is nine.

Tina is a beautiful woman. She has a very pretty face with large sparkling eyes and very kissable pouting lips. She has a good complexion and hardly needs to apply any make-up. She likes to keep her light brown hair short and, even after tremendous coaxing, will not let it grow beyond the nape of her neck.

The years have been good to Tina, and she has remained very fit and trim. After each delivery, she made a special effort, with a combination of diet and exercise, to get back into shape. And each time, I saw her blossom into an even more beautiful and desirable woman.

Her breasts are a perfect match for her narrow waist and smoothly flaring hips. Her chest and her hips are somewhat fuller now than when I first met her, accentuating her tantalizing hour-glass figure. There are times when I simply cannot resist gazing at her figure, and every time I look at her I feel blessed to have her as my wife.

Over the last couple of years however, there has been a noticeable decline in the quality of our sex life. We are still Kuşadası Escort very much in love with each other. We still enjoy each other’s company. But some vital ingredient has gone missing from our sex life. The fire seems to have gone out. The oomph is simply not there anymore.

Maybe it’s because we have been too involved in bringing up the kids. Maybe it’s the pressure at the workplace. Maybe we’ve just started taking each other too much for granted.

Our love-making has turned into a very predictable routine. It has become more of a ritual, to be fulfilled as an obligation for maintaining the relationship of marriage. There’s no more anticipation, no more novelty in the act.

The sex sessions have become less and less frequent. While we used to make love at least three times a week in the early days of our marriage, now we would be lucky to have a go at it even once in a fortnight.

Everything else seems to have started taking precedence. The household chores, the children, the TV, the newspaper, the computer — anything seems to be more important than sex, and anything can become an excuse for not making love.

In recent months, when we are in bed, we always seem to be so very tired and sleepy. We always seem to be so preoccupied with all the things that have to be done the next day. We still hold each other in bed, we still wrap our arms around each other lovingly, but then we just doze off.

That was the scenario until something extraordinary happened one night just recently. Something happened that had never happened before, and it got me thinking. It made me wonder whether we, Kuşadası Escort Bayan as husband and wife, were missing out on some great things in life by simply not sharing our deeper thoughts and feelings.

It was a warm Saturday night and we had fallen asleep as usual without making any sexual advances on each other. Towards the middle of the night I was awoken by some physical disturbance on the bed. Lying on my side with my eyes half-open, I realized what had disrupted my sleep as an amazing scene unfolded before my eyes.

The outline of my wife’s body was clearly defined against the slightly brighter background provided by the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. She was lying on her back just inches away from me, her body slightly arched back.

The hem of her nightie was drawn up to her chest. Her legs were drawn apart, and her naked thighs and well-formed breasts were clearly outlined. Her right hand was in place over her pubic mound, her fingers working slowly back and forth between her thighs. Her left hand wandered idly over her chest, intermittently cupping and massaging her breasts.

Keeping very still, and even holding my breath, to avoid distracting her, I watched in amazement as she wriggled and squirmed under her own erotic touch and gradually worked herself up to an intense climax. I could vaguely make out the contorted expressions of sexual pleasure on her innocent face as she enjoyed the violent orgasm, a culmination of what surely had to be a secret fantasy.

I shuddered in disbelief. I was stunned. I was in a state of shock. But, to my surprise, I found that Escort Kuşadası I was also extremely aroused. The spectacular sight of my seemingly conservative wife masturbating to an explosive orgasm, and the very thought of her having and enjoying a secret fantasy, had given me a rock-hard erection.

As my wife’s heavy breathing settled down somewhat, I stretched my arm out to place my hand on her flat abdomen. She was a little startled as I wrapped my arm around her waist, urging her closer to me, but she did not in any way resist my advances.

I let my lips meet hers in a soft kiss. Then I let my hand move slowly down over her lower tummy to her smooth thighs, gradually bringing my hand up along her inner thighs to her naked pussy.

She was wet, really very wet. Whatever secret thoughts and deep feelings she had just enjoyed must have been very exciting indeed.

I could not take it any longer. I rolled over to get myself on top of her and between her wide-open legs. Then I eased my aching hard-on into her hot dripping pussy. I gave it to her then, pounding her with my stabbing thrusts. She screamed and cried out in excitement as my hard penis moved back and forth inside her. It had been a very long time indeed since I last saw my wife in such a high state of sexual arousal.

It was not very long before Tina’s body tightened up and she began to convulse in her second orgasm for the night. Soon after that, I could feel the surge in my genitals and I began to jerk uncontrollably as my juices began to pour out into her womb.

As I collapsed on top of her, I could not help wondering about the secret fantasies and thoughts that my wife was enjoying while playing with herself. I didn’t know whether I should be worried. I didn’t know whether I should be jealous. Was there another man in her life? Was she in love with another guy? Was she having an affair? Was there something about her that I did not know?

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Breaking Jessi Ch. 02

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The headache came on a little after lunch. It was Wednesday, four days after my ex walked out of my life and into the arms of his fat-tittied cow, and it was also my first day back at work. I’d called in sick on Monday and Tuesday, but I hadn’t been sick. I’d been binging on tequila, trying to drown my grief, guilt, and nearly ever-present anxiety. But it hadn’t worked, especially not after I’d sucked and fucked a greasy liquor store clerk for three bottles of tequila because I’d forgotten my fake ID.

Of course, if I was honest with myself, the fake ID wasn’t the real reason I’d done it. I could’ve walked the two blocks back home and gotten it. I’d wanted to fuck the creep. Not at first, though. Forgetting my fake ID was an accident, but the situation had given me an opportunity to reassert to myself who and what I was.

I wasn’t the ‘normal’ girl my ex thought he saw in me. I was a slut, nothing more, and deserved to be treated like one. Except I hadn’t been a slut with the clerk. I’d been a whore, plain and simple, with tequila as my payment. At least two of the bottles he’d given me had been top-shelf shit, not the no-name brand I usually bought. And after he left, I drank enough of that good stuff to drown the brain bugs. It was also enough for me to pass out and not wake until Tuesday afternoon.

I’d known as soon as I stumbled out of bed, head pounding, mouth parched, muscles aching, that I was dehydrated. I forced myself to drink a bottle of water instead of the half-full, and still open, bottle of tequila on my kitchen table. But my stomach rebelled, and I made it to my bathroom just in time to puke all over the floor, adding to a pool of vomit already there. I had no memory of throwing up the night before or that morning, but evidently, I hadn’t made it to the toilet then either.

I remained sitting on my bathroom floor, the tile cold against my naked ass and legs, and waited for the stomach cramps to pass. After a few seconds, the smell of the vomit was too much, and I wretched again, although nothing but a few drops of foul tasting bile actually came up.

You need more tequila, a growing mob of millipedes in my brain suggested, but I did my best to ignore them since I knew they were wrong. I wanted more tequila. I needed water.

Forcing myself to stand, I grabbed the still slightly damp towel I had used after showering the night before and spread it over the vomit. That cut down on the odor, as well as putting the disgusting mess out of my sight. Following a quick shower, I returned to the kitchen and got another bottle of water. This one I sipped, careful not to drink too much too fast. The cramps in my stomach returned after the first couple of swallows, but not nearly as bad. Encouraged, I ate a slice of bread, drinking a little water between each bite. By the time I was done, the cramps were all but gone.

The millipedes in my head were a different matter. They’d multiplied, and they’d brought with them a mixture of memories of my ex and Kayden, the liquor store clerk I’d fucked for tequila. With them came two ideas of who I could be. One was the girlfriend Mark, my ex, had wanted me to be. The other was slut turned whore who’d fucked for booze. And as the warring thoughts of who I could be and who I was clashed in my brain, my headache grew. Worse, I felt panic rising and knew an attack was not far off.

My first thought was of tequila, but I fought the urge. Instead, I grabbed another bottle of water and went back to the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, and took out my bottle of anti-anxiety medicine. Hoping that I didn’t have enough alcohol still in my system for it to be a problem, I swallowed the pill and chased it with a long drink of water and waited to see what my stomach did. Luckily, after a couple of minutes of nausea, it went back to its only slightly unsettled state.

After dressing in sweats and a loose t-shirt, I called my work. I’d seen a call to my boss on my cell’s call log from that morning, but I did not remember making that call. I hoped I had not said anything too bad when I’d talked to him earlier.

“Hey, Karl. It’s Jessica,” I said when he answered, surprised by the hoarseness of my own voice.

“Hey, Jessica. You feeling any better?”

“Yeah, I think so. I was so out of it this morning I don’t really remember calling you, so I wanted to…”

“Don’t worry about it. Just take it easy today and get better, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

“Ok. See you tomorrow.”

I ended the call, feeling guilty for the sympathy from my boss. He truly believed I was sick, but I was really just a stupid, hungover bitch. At least, that was the thought that I couldn’t get out of my head just then. Sitting on my bed, I buried my face in my hands and cried until the medicine kicked in.

I hated being on my anti-anxiety pills. They did nothing to stop my bad thoughts. They just slowed it all down and made it harder to focus on any particular thought for long. They also dulled my senses, Kocaeli Escort especially touch, and made me lethargic. But at least they kept me from slipping into a panic attack.

As the afternoon and then the evening wore on, I tried to distract myself by watching TV or playing games on my laptop and phone. But my headache persisted, so I went to the small gym in my apartment complex, hoping that physical activity might help that. And it did at first, until my neighbor Colton came in. I’d fucked Colton a couple of months earlier when I was mad at Mark. It’d been a mistake. Sure, it’d had the desired effect of reminding my ex I had other options, but Colton had been a terrible lay, unsure of what he was doing and unable to take any hints about what he should do. And to make it all worse, his interest in me had doubled afterward, even when I had explained to him he had no shot.

“Hey Jessica!” he said, beaming at me. “You look very pretty.”

I knew I didn’t, not with dark puffy eyes, frizzy hair pulled into a ponytail, and no makeup. And it kinda pissed me off that he would say I did. A few rage beetles scuttled into my brain, and I knew it was time to go.

“You leaving already?” the skinny young man asked me, his voice heavy with disappointment.

“Look, I’m never going to fuck you again, Colton. So just quit trying, okay?”

As a wide-eyed, shocked expression settled onto his otherwise bland face, I knew I should feel guilty. But I didn’t. I felt angry, and the anger was something I could concentrate on, something that could pull me out of the medicine induced lethargy even better than exercise.

“I was just being nice…”

“Don’t bullshit me, Colton. You want back in my pants. That’s all you ever want. Well, it ain’t happening, so leave me the fuck alone.”

I let the door to the gym bang behind me as I stormed out. I didn’t bother looking back. I was quite sure he wouldn’t follow me. But he surprised me. By the time I reached my door, he had caught up.

“Jessica, wait,” he said, grabbing my arm as I was about to walk into my apartment. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Well, Mark dumped me for a fat cunt with big tits. And I sucked off and fucked a guy from the liquor store to get more tequila so I could drink myself into a stupor. There’s vomit all over my bathroom floor, and the only thing that’s keeping me from falling apart is crappy medicine and being pissed at you.”

The shocked look back on his face, Colton stared at me. And that made me all the more angry. But being that pissed brought back memories of Mark, of when I would be mad at him but super fucking horny. To my surprise, I felt heat between my legs and a tingle in my pussy.

SHIT! I screamed in my own head. I didn’t want to fuck Colton. I didn’t want to fuck anyone, except maybe Mark. But there I was, mad as fuck and horny, my wimp of a neighbor actually holding onto my arm with a strong enough grip to make me think maybe he actually had the balls to do something.

“Let go of me, Colton,” I snarled, yanking my arm. Part of me hoped he’d hold on, that he’d take charge and give me the fucking I needed even if it wasn’t what I thought I wanted. But he didn’t.

Colton stepped back, his eyes downcast as he let his now empty hand fall to his side.

“Fucking pussy,” I said, relishing the pain in his watery brown eyes.

Sure, I knew I’d feel bad later. I always did when I hurt somebody’s feelings. But in the moment, I felt powerful. And given how I’d been feeling ever since Mark left, powerful was good.

Back in my apartment with the door closed, I stripped and lay on my bed, one hand massaging my tits and almost painfully erect nipples while my other sought out my sopping wet cunt. At first, I imagined the look on Colton’s face when I called him a pussy, focusing on the anger that had brought me to such need despite the effects of my medicine. Then my thoughts shifted to Mark, of how we would fuck when I was pissed and how he always made me come.

Turning on my side, I reached to my nightstand, opened the drawer, and found my bullet vibrator. Within seconds, it was buzzing with energy as I pushed it against my clit. And after maybe a minute more, my body tensed as I came, one hand shoving the vibrator into my now quivering cunt as my other hand twisted my tit.

I rested for a bit, then repeated the process twice more. And although those orgasms weren’t as intense as the first one, they were enough to leave me with a sense of satisfaction that kept my mind from turning to the thoughts I couldn’t escape.

After a light dinner of water and a sandwich, I masturbated one more time, using my fingers instead of the bullet. I only came once, but it was a body shaking release after a long, slow buildup. And within a few minutes of coming, I slipped into a restful, dreamless sleep.

***

Morning light streamed into my bedroom, waking me. To my surprise, I felt refreshed and determined Kocaeli Escort Bayan to go to work. I did hit a slight hiccup when I saw the towel on my bathroom floor and remembered that I’d never cleaned up the vomit. But by being careful not to step on the towel or breathe in too deeply, I was able to put that out of my mind as I got ready for the day,

When I arrived at work, Karl, my boss, came to my cubicle to make sure I was feeling okay. I assured him I was, but as we talked, I felt some guilt bugs stir in my head. I was happy when he left, as I could concentrate on my work, which is mind-numbing data entry. And that was the main reason I liked doing it. It took very little thought yet required enough concentration that I didn’t think about anything else while I did it. And because of that, because it gave my mind something to focus on other than anxiety, guilt, shame, and whatever else I might be feeling, it was a great job for me.

But it was not a job I could do easily with a headache. The pain was enough to distract me from the data entry. And as it did so, thoughts I didn’t want to have wiggled their way into my mind, their tiny legs churning as the multiplied into an Undulating mass of millipedes. And as the afternoon wore on, it only got worse. Finally, I went to see my boss.

“Karl, I’m going to have to go. I have a massive headache,” I said from his doorway.

Karl looked up from his computer and frowned. I would’ve preferred that he smile. Karl was a thin, relatively attractive man in his early thirties with sandy blonde hair and pale blue eyes. But he had a goofy as fuck smile, and it was easy to talk to him when he wore it. His frown was altogether different. It set the lines on his face in such a way as to make him both more handsome and more intimidating. In fact, when he frowned was the only time I found him attractive. And given my mental state, I didn’t need to be attracted to my boss right then. The temptation to use sex as an escape was too much.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asked, standing up and walking toward me, his eyes full of concern.

“Yeah. Had a rough weekend. My boyfriend dumped me, and then I think I got food poisoning.”

“Okay, but you’re almost out of sick time.”

“Yeah, I know,” I shrugged, trying to smile at him while I repressed an urge to offer to suck him off if he let me leave early without charging my dwindling sick time. I didn’t really want to do that or anything else with him—it would probably lead to the end of my employment there—but I was desperate to distract myself, and a cock in my mouth or pussy almost always let me do that.

“Well, I guess we’ll see you tomorrow.”

I nodded and fled before he could say anything else, and before I did something I knew I would end up regretting.

***

I arrived home around 3:00 pm, and I’d already downed a shot of tequila when a text pinged my phone. I picked it up from the table, but I was afraid to look at it, afraid the text was from Mark. I didn’t know what it would do to me if it was. But I had to know.

I dropped my eyes and saw the name “Sheri” at the top of the screen above a picture of a smiling strawberry blonde girl a couple of years older than me. An involuntary smile crossed my lips as I unlocked the phone. Sheri was a waitress Mark and I had met about a month earlier.

Mark had withheld my orgasm, and told me I could not jill myself off, as a way to coerce me into a ‘normal’ date. But on that date, I had pushed back by loudly asking Sheri, who was our waitress, whether she thought I’d have to put out if I ordered steak and lobster. Mark was angry and Sheri was embarrassed, at least at first. But as the dinner wore on and Mark and I argued, Sheri’s demeanor changed. She came out with more cleavage showing and was flirtatious with Mark. She then left her phone number on Mark’s copy of the bill. I made him throw it away after we left the restaurant, but that was not the end of our association with Sheri.

One of the things Mark and I had argued about at the dinner was Sheri, specifically my comment not to stare at her because there was no chance of a threesome with her. Of course, Mark had not even suggested such a thing—I had used it both to remind him of our disastrous threesome with an ex-friend of mine as well as to embarrass him. But Sheri overheard us, and that was the source of her change of attitude. She was subservient by nature and had a fantasy of serving a couple, and our conversation had given her some hope we might be able to fulfill that fantasy for her.

I learned all that a couple of weeks after the date when I went to the restaurant and talked to her. Mark had told me he was going to be with his other lover, Jessika with a ‘k’—who I called ‘Big Tits’—for Steak and a Blowjob day, which pissed me off as much as it hurt me. So, I wanted to do something to upstage Jessika, especially after she’d rebuffed my suggestion we give him a two-girl blowjob. Almost immediately, Escort Kocaeli I thought of the waitress who had given Mark her number. He’d thrown it away, but I knew where she worked. And once we sat down and talked, she agreed to my plan without hesitation.

The day after Steak and a Blowjob day, Mark came over to my place expecting me to feed him and blow him. He found Sheri and me both there ready to pleasure him. At first, he balked at the idea, given my anger after he’d fucked my ex-friend in that earlier threesome when our deal had been oral only between him and her. But I assured him Sheri was only there for the blowjob, that I’d already taken care of her needs earlier, and that she had returned the favor. We ended up both licking her pussy after Sheri and I gave him head, and I told him he could fuck her. But he didn’t do so. Then she’d gone. I hadn’t talked to her since then, but I felt a warm tingle when I saw her picture come up on my phone.

“Hey cutie! I know U said 1 time only. But had 2 ask if U & Mark up 4 more fun 2night? Or maybe just U?”

I vivid memory of coming on her tongue flitted through my brain as I read the last four words of her text, and I squeezed my thighs together as the tingle spread up my abdomen. What Sheri was offering might just be what I needed, and without the issues that fucking random guys brought.

“Mark & I brk up. Want 2 cum over?” I wrote back, my fingers shaking a little as I hit send.

“Sorry about Mark. But fuck yes!” read her almost immediate response.

I sent back a smiley face emoji, a devil face emoji, and a tongue out emoji. Sheri didn’t reply, and I wondered if she was already on her way.

***

Sheri’s soft lips and tongue worshiped my engorged nipples as she lay on top of me on my still made bed. At first, she’d been concerned about the greenish yellow bruises on my tits, a souvenir from my last time with my ex, but I’d assured her I was okay. And after her first tentative efforts, the pretty strawberry blonde attacked my breasts with a passion that left my pussy quivering and drenched.

“God, I love your tits,” she moaned as she kissed the underside of my boobs.

“They’re not too small?” I asked, my mind going back to the liquor store clerk’s comment about me needing a boob job. I’d never really let that stuff bother me before—I liked my shape and thought my boobs matched my frame—other than to be jealous of how girls with big tits didn’t have to work as hard for attention from most guys. But after Mark had left me for Big Tits, I think I was a bit more sensitive about it than I used to be.

“Shit, you know I don’t think so,” Sheri replied, her hands squeezing my boobs. “A bit more than a handful for me, maybe less for some guys. But perfectly shaped, and oh so sensitive.”

As if to prove her point, she flicked then pinched both my nipples, bringing a low moan from my throat and sending shivers through my body.

“A guy said I needed a boob job,” I told her when I could talk again.

“Mark?”

“No. He never said anything like that. Despite his other slut having huge tits, I think he really liked mine.”

“I know I do.”

“It was a guy I hooked up with on Monday.”

“Want me to kick his ass?” the strawberry blonde asked, taking a break from what she was doing, which involved nibbling at my nipples and breasts in ways that made me want to beg her to stop as much as to beg her not to stop.

“No. I want you to do what you were just doing,” I breathed, stroking her soft hair.

“You don’t want my tongue in your puss?”

“I didn’t say that.”

A smile on her freckled face, Sheri stood up, her eyes locked on mine.

“Take off your panties,” she said while removing her bra and exposing her large, soft boobs, which bore as many freckles, if not more, than her face.

“You too,” I replied as I slid my panties down my legs. “We can sixty-nine.”

“Well, I would love that,” Sheri grinned. “But I get the feeling you need this right now. You aren’t your normal, assertive self.”

I almost objected that my normal self was not really that assertive, but from Sheri’s perspective, I might have been. I’d always been much more in control with girls than with guys, and last time it had been that way with Sheri even before Mark arrived later in the evening. But today, I was more than happy to let her take charge.

“Okay,” I whispered. “But can I kiss your tits first?”

“Of course, Jessi,” she purred, getting on the bead and crawling up over me so her boobs hung in my face.

I drew in a deep breath, savoring the clean smell of her skin and the soft floral scent of her perfume. Then I grabbed her tits, which were quite a bit more than a handful for me, and I pulled one pink nipple between my teeth, elongating it before releasing. I repeated the process with the other as Sheri mewled pleasure.

“You said kiss,” she sighed after I’d gone back and forth between her now slick nubs several times.

“Kiss, bite, lick—it’s all the same,” I said before licking the soft flesh of her hanging cleavage.

“No… it’s not… the same… this is…better,” the other girl panted, and I saw goosebumps pop up on her pale, freckled skin as she shuddered above me.

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Martha searched through the packs of steaks for one that looked like it hadn’t been sat there for a week already. Deep in thought as to how she might concoct a good peppercorn sauce she felt a presence behind her. Jack wrapped his arms around her soft belly hanging cutely as she bent over. As she rose his hands followed, tracing a line up her body to grasp at her huge tits. He loved the way they hung as she bent over and from the end of the aisle he had watched as her cleavage spilled out to his great delight leaving just enough to the imagination for both him and the young shelf stacker who had been fixated by this beautiful blonde-haired vision.

Martha loved to show off her curves and her low slung top nestle around her massive breasts, hugging them into a treasure trove of sexuality and pleasure. She was tall and stood out with her dyed-bright red hair which hung around her shoulders. And despite what they thought, even the guys walking around with their trophy wives would stair, their cocks twitching within their pants.

“I can feel you Jack,” she said as his semi-hard rod made inroads between her perfectly sized ass.

“I thought you might,” he replied as he slid a hand inside her top grasping her fleshy tit. The shelf-stacker had retreated, probably to some store room to blow the load he had building as a result of Martha’s unashamed display of flesh that teenage liaisons could only aspire to.

“I’ll tell you what, just grab the decent stuff on the top shelf and let’s get out of here – I have something special I want to give you when we get home,” Jack said, and with that Matha grabbed the meat and took it to the till.

Restrained, with a heightening sense of the pleasure about to befall their charged bodies they drove home. Barely able to keep from touching each other they arrived at the doorway. Jack fumbled in excitement as he attempted the lock. Second time lucky he got the key in and was about to step through when Martha slid her hand round him grasping his growing rod to say “I hope you’re going to Kıbrıs Escort aim better with this ‘cos I am wet and ready.”

He packed away the essentials from the shopping, cold stuff before turning to find his muse close in front of him. He forced her back against the counter and forced himself upon her. Pushing his tongue into her mouth her kissed her passionately. He slid a hand up under her shirt feeling the loose, well-shaped flesh that drove him into ecstasy. She began to undo his shirt and he let it fall to the floor.

Now it was a race to get her out of these clothes. In full view of the street through the kitchen window he slipped a hand into her bra and flopped out one of those mammoth tits. It flopped down onto her shirt holding a beautiful melon shape, topped with a huge tea plate sized areola and puffy nipple. She held it up for him to feast on and, obligingly he suckled on the pink teat as she let out a soft moan.

Biting and pulling at her breast he found his way to the buttons of her shirt and released them one by one to bare her pale freckled body. Releasing the lacey mass of material that consituted her balconette bra her tits flopped down to perch on top of her belly. He pressed himself against them feeling their warmth and softness.

He explored the folds of her body paying close attention to her nipples as she offered one, then the other to him to suck. She took one in her own mouth, nibbling on the tip and sending waves of sensations through her body as Jack planted kisses over her chest.

In a moment she turned the pace and had his trousers undone. She forced down her own skirt and jack ripped open the thing tights to reveal her soaking wet cotton panties. He dropped to his knees and lapped at the sweet juices running through the cotton and down her legs before rising to bring her a taste of his enjoyment.

Now naked she pushed him onto one of the kitchen chairs facing the window. He sat, looking up at this giantess of a woman, poised and wet with passion to feel Kıbrıs Escort Bayan his cock inside her.

“I want all of you inside me,” she said. “Give me 10 inches of pleasure, make me scream as you suck my tits and probe my pussy with that massive rod.”

She straddled him and placed the dripping lips of her pussy against the tip of his cock. Her love juices dribbled down his long thick shaft and onto his balls. Slowly she slid her body down, around his huge member. She pulled away only increasing his pleasure before plunging down further. He travelled deeper into the folds of her pussy as she let gravity take effect and within minutes he was as deep as he could ever be inside a woman.

Martha’s pussy tightened around him as she started to ride the great rod inside her. Her tits began to bounce infront of Jacks face and he found he couldn’t choose where to focus his hands to most enjoy the feel of the big beautiful women bouncing up and down on his cock. He grasped at her tits pulling them towards his mouth and sucking and biting at the pink protrusions that offered themselves to him.

And then he caught a glimpse of the window. Or more specifically Martha’s friends Honey and Jill staring through the window. Both big and both the subject of Jack’s attentions in the past he found it turned him on to see them watching, staring at the sight of their friend bouncing up and down on his giant member. They could see her big ass planted on his lap, and his balls, glistening from Martha’s juices, between his legs rythmically being squashed together as he forced himself deeper into her.

But the girls didn’t leave. They carried on watching and honey brought a finger to her lips to indicate for Jack to keep quiet. He obliged and the girls noticeably began touching their breasts, and each others.

As Martha’s moans grew louder Jack momentarily released a hand of his sensual explorations of Martha’s body and made a quick beckon for the girls to come in. In one movement he brought his hand down Escort Kıbrıs to bear, grasped Martha’s hips, thrust up deep inside her and she came with a loud moan throwing her head back and forward before resting for only a second. In an instant she again began riding Jack’s monster rod and offering her tits to him again to suck. His balls, legs and the chair now soaking in a mixture of Martha’s juices and his pre-cum she slid about sensually driving him into a state of heightened passion.

Behind her he could now see Honey and Jill as they began stripping each other unbeknownst to Martha. He rhythmically drove his shaft deep into her as the girls beyond began sucking at each other’s nipple. The girls worked each other’s bodies as Jack delighted in three BBWs naked in his kitchen. Honey slid a finger, then two into Jill’s soaking pussy whilst still suckling at her nipple. In reply, Jill thrust her whole hand deep inside Honeys gaping lovebox. The girls, without a sound, deeply pleasured their play thing, hands soaked in womanly juices as the came over and over, restraining their moans to conceal their presence.

Jack exploded, filling Martha with his hot creamy cum. She screamed as his cock expanded inside her to release the huge load. She rose, and plunged down again as she shook violently in her own all-consuming orgasm. They jolted together, moaning and pawing at each other before she rose and slid off of his spent member as it dribbled with the combined juices of their innermost beings.

She knelt in front of him, those massive bags of flesh resting on his legs, and began to lap up his manly juices. Swallowing his giant rod as far as she dare she drunk again as he raised another shot from those glistening balls, hittintg the back of her throat while all the time Honey and Jill tasted and probed each other’s most intimate parts. Martha worked Jack until she had exhausted his supply, for now at least.

Spent, Martha sat back on her heels. Jack viewed her glorious shape and size, the object of his affections, before his gaze was drawn to the sensual explorations of the women infront of him. Martha turned her head to find her two friends deep into pleasuring each other. She turned back to Jack, smilled a feindish smile and turned back to the ensuing action. Jack waited for what would happen next…

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Business Trips

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They had been on the floor at the hotel bar for almost an hour – both on business trips from different companies, both of their bodies glistening under the lights on the small crowded dance floor. The band was playing old time rock & roll. He could hardly move for watching her. Beads of sweat traced the outline of her breasts, which were neatly pushed up by a lacy black bra visible at the lip of her low cut blouse. Even when she turned away from him the sway of her ass gave him no relief. He was getting hotter and hotter, and his cock began to stiffen in his scant cotton briefs.

Then, to his horror… a slow song. She didn’t hesitate to move to him and put her arms around his neck. His hands fell to the small of her back. Her breasts against his chest and the feel of her breath on his neck broke the last of his resistance to arousal and his cock stood rock hard. Thankfully, they weren’t touching below, so he had not been discovered. This temporary safety ended abruptly when she changed positions and her hip came to rest on his engorged member.

“Oh!” She softly exclaimed in is ear. “That’s nice…”

And instead of backing off which he had hoped for, she pulled in tighter and let the motion of her thigh rub his swollen crotch with every sway. Her body was pushing and grinding against his cock, sending wave after wave of pleasure through is body. He let out a spontaneous moan, which was answered Konya Escort by a hot, wet mouth on his ear. She inched him hopelessly close to a climax and then decided she was now too hot to go on with the dance.

“Let’s go.”, she said, leading him off the floor. “My turn.”

She led him, weak kneed to the elevator and whisked him up to her room. She guided him onto his back on the bed and tore at the belt and zipper of his pants. Too weak to do anything but cooperate, he lifted his butt off the bed as she pulled his pants and underwear off in one motion. His cock was still partially erect, but that wouldn’t do for her just now. So, she began to run her tongue up and down his shaft. She licked his g spot occasionally slipping him into her mouth and running him to the back of her throat. His erection quickly returned to full strength, but an orgasm for him was now well off. Now was her chance.

She removed her skirt and black lace panties, the latter of which were soaking wet from the evening’s activities so far. She needed his cock too badly; there would be no more finesse. She straddled him, raised him up to meet her engorged, and dripping opening, and plunged him in. She rocked gently but firmly down on him, taking him as deeply as she could with each motion.

At first he watched the show as if it were happening to somebody else. Then, her creamy walls began Konya Escort Bayan to do their work on him and his orgasm began its early stages. He thought he might be able to cum with her.

“Wait!” he moaned. The scent of her pussy, the creamy strokes, and the sight of her were getting him closer and closer. Then, it was too late. She clamped down on him tightly, her vagina grabbing and releasing in an orgasm that was spectacular to watch. It nearly got him over. He tried pushing while she came, but he only got to the edge.

Now, satisfied, she rolled off of him, rolled again, and wound up on her stomach on the other side of the bed. He looked down at himself, dripping wet, rock hard, his head purple and swollen, a drop of pre cum at his opening. He gave himself a little stroke, her juices providing the lubrication. He looked over at her, lying on her stomach, face turned away from him. His eyes traced her form down to her ass…the same ass that had started everything earlier in the evening. He thought about beating off, even to the point of getting the complimentary hand cream off of the night stand and slathering himself with it. But he couldn’t get his eyes off of her ass. And after a couple of strokes with the hand cream, he decided on a better way to satisfy himself.

He rose and crawled over and straddled her legs. She started to speak but he quieted her with Escort Konya ‘Shhh…trust me.” Without reply he looked down at her and gently pulled her cheeks apart to reveal the most beautiful little pink ass he’d ever seen. He rose up onto his knees and ran the head of his cock between her soft cheeks.

“Honey?” There was a little concern in her voice now. His head reached her opening and he gently prodded his head about half way in. “I’m not sure I’m ready…”

With his head in this position, and keeping his weight on his knees and hands, he stretched out the length of her body and gently, but firmly grabbed her arms so that she couldn’t move.

“Honey, I don’t know….” But this time it was too late for her. Her mild protest was met with his loving, but firm grip on her arms and there was no escape for her. His cock, layered with thick hand cream, pierced her and sunk deep inside. He had never felt anything so tight, so satisfying. His head lit on fire, then his shaft. He had wanted to be gentle, but he could not help pumping harder and harder until his torso was slapping her ass with each stroke. He was a wild animal, taking her in the most banal way. Taking her against her will for his own gratification.

Then, it hit him. All at once, a blinding orgasm came from everywhere, his cock, his head, his feet. Nothing had ever been so satisfying. He pumped several times and came to a rest on her back, fully inserted, breathing with all his might.

Then, he released her arms, and kissed her on the cheek. He pulled back her hair to reveal a sly smile on her face. As had been the case all night, he had gotten his way, and in the process, she gotten hers.

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Duncan Cyrus, age 28, Gambling

I don’t like taking risks with my money. I’m all about saving it and that’s really it and spending it on certain things. The only reason why I have investments is through my job. Later on I did decided to take some small risks in some companies because I buy their products. Anyway, before that all happened, I made plans to go to Las Vegas. What else do you go to Las Vegas for but gambling and debauchery? I made travel arrangements and reservations at the Venetian for a few days. I figured I’d walk the strip and check out as many casinos as possible. I even gave myself a set amount. I figured no more than three thousand dollars should be enough to gamble with.

When I arrived it was still the afternoon and scorching. I packed very light because I would buy clothes needed when I vacation anywhere. Only thing I pack is underwear, socks, t-shirts, two types of shoes, and stuff for hygiene and bath. The plane ride was pretty nice even though I’m not a fan of flying. I arrived at the hotel and then my room. It wasn’t a suite, just a typical room, still a heavy price. Its size was well over what I needed but the space did allow for comfort. I lied down for an hour or two before going out.

It was getting well into the evening when I entered a casino. I didn’t bother learning names, I figured as long as you have black jack I was good and everything else is just site seeing. My first day out in the casinos I can understand why folks don’t want, or can’t, leave. Constantly bombarded with lights, sounds, and smells that hit you all the time to do more and more.

I stuck to my plan for the most part. The first Kayseri Escort day was to get a feel of gambling. I wanted to check to see how I react to the environments. I stopped off at a store for some pants and shirts. At my hotel I ate at its restaurant. I had a steak dinner. Back at the room I became horny. At first I was going to use some internet porn but I called up a service, I was in Vegas after all. I gave them my preferences and they told me she’d be there in an hour or so.

I had bathed and everything and she arrived on time. She was quite fetching in her conservative black skirt and jean jacket. I asked for this because I didn’t want it to feel too much like prostitution. Anyway, I told her to go have a bath and freshen up. She explained she already did, but I handed her a basket of cleaning stuff and showed her the way. I slapped her big rump on the right cheek and told her no talking back.

When she was done we played with each other for a while. She was like me: she liked to explore and experiment. When the foreplay was done she put her head in between my legs and gave the most skillful and professional blowjob ever. None of her movements were wasted and she sat up on her knees to have me watch her ass jiggle in concert with her movements. After about ten minutes of that she slipped on a condom and sat on top of me. Her waist was small, her hips large, and her breasts decent. She rode and grinded me into the spokes that night. She bounced, usually, only her ass muscles and her pussy muscles to massage my prick. Whether or not her moans were real didn’t bother me. I was on vacation and wanted to be lazy for Kayseri Escort Bayan once. To be honest, any other person who would’ve saw us probably thought we were lovers. After about two cum shots from me she left. I had already paid with a credit card earlier.

Day two and I don’t leave the hotel until about 2 in the afternoon. I found my way into some more casinos that day as well. So far I had doubled my money I had started off with. Surprising I know, but I still had a couple more days left. The plan was I began to start a winning streak and then I get up and cash out. I tried not to visit the same casino twice. Casinos are some of the most heavily watched and secured establishments and they are definitely, always, checking the cameras.

My last casino was in the early-late morning, around 1 am. I’d been walking, sitting, site seeing, and gambling for almost twelve hours. I walked over to the black jack table. The dealer was this large, raven haired, cougar milf. The table was already filled up with older gents. As soon as one left I procured his seat.

She was very good at her job that’s for sure. She didn’t use the machine and she had hundreds of decks. Every ten deals she changed out. She wore a very good poker face and her manners were completely professional. I wasn’t the only one staring at her though. The other players stole glances at her chest and those small moments when she turned or bent down for a new deck our eyes left the game for a while. That butt was so full and pillowy.

When she returned to her upright position we had already had our eyes back on our cards. Every so often a player Escort Kayseri would leave. At one point we were alone and I would win here and there. I was getting tired and I decided to take a chance. I played one last hand, won, and then I asked her name. I went to the booth to check out and then told a floor manager about her, handed a tip and my number to give her.

When I arrived at my room my cell phone rang. Rose, the dealer, wanted to thank me for the tip. We chatted for a few minutes and decided to meet the next morning for breakfast. I gave her my room number and she had arrived on time. She wore some shorts that went halfway down her thighs and a low cut t-shirt that spilled out her cleavage, with some sandals. I was still in my sleep attire but I had already taken a shower and hygiene antics.

I showed her in and told her let me get dress and we could head out. She stopped me in my tracks and pulled me down to kiss me. She told me breakfast could wait. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. We kissed for a little bit and her lips tasted fruity. I had her out of her shorts and a condom on in seconds. She spread eagled easily and I shoveled her insides.

She kept her legs wide open on her own as I gripped her large breasts. I pounded and pounded as she giggled and laughed. Total opposites we were in bed. I’m straight laced serious and she was fun and spontaneity. Still, I made her cum hard as that laughing turned to a strained expression of pleasure. I then left my tool inside and she gasped for air and then screamed for release. I took myself out with her cream covering my extension.

We took another shower and then went to breakfast. We spent the better part of the day walking around and talking when she had to get home to prepare for work. That night was the last and in the morning I had to leave. I left it all in Vegas, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want to bring something back besides clothes.

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