Angel Ch. 01

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Angel waited most of that day in anticipation. They had worked together previously and kept in touch, and since then, their relationship had indeed changed. Late nights chats, just for fun at first, led to a certain tension. It had never been real before now, but now that they were physically near each other again …the tension grew palpably. Or had it? Did he feel it as well? Was she just imagining things? She didn’t know, and that made the tension even greater. He was finishing up downstairs, and talking with old colleagues on their way out. She remained at her desk, ostensibly “finishing up.” Her friends hadn’t really thought much about her staying later than everyone else and certainly hadn’t connected it with him. Cindy, maybe… perhaps… she had seemed about to say something further as she left for the day, but stopped herself short, and left without comment.

She heard him say the final goodbyes, downstairs, and heard the doors close. She remained at her desk, wondering. She wasn’t sure if he was thinking the same thing she was, or whether he even remembered. She didn’t want to expose herself, or make herself vulnerable by asking and then possibly being rejected. All day long, she had wanted to say something to him, anything, but there was never the chance. Too many other people were around, always present, always talking. He hadn’t given any particular sign that he remembered, but then again, he wouldn’t. He could be obnoxious sometimes. When they had been downstairs, he did some things, like gently push his hand on her back as slid by her in the crowded hallway, perhaps to indicate something. But, then, he always did things like that.

She heard him now, his footsteps on the stairs. She continued to stare at the computer on her desk, trying to concentrate on finishing up her work. There was no real point, none of it had to be finished anytime soon, but she needed an excuse to stay late. Now, when it came down to it, it gave her some extra time to figure out what to do. “I just need to finish up.” she said, and continued on.

“No problem. I’ll wait.”

“Now what did that mean? Wait for what exactly?” she wondered. He walked over and leaned on the front of the desk behind hers, so that he could look over her shoulder. She couldn’t see him, or feel him, but she knew he was there. That made it even more difficult to concentrate. She typed a few things, clicked a few buttons, made a mistake, fixed it, typed, and made another error. This was getting ridiculous; she should just turn around and ask him what he was waiting for. But no, she was feeling stubborn. She continued to work, finding it increasingly difficult with him standing behind her, looming (she imagined) over her. He was much taller than she was, and she imagined him standing almost insolently close, but not so close she could feel it. Her tension was rising. Her mouth was getting dry, her breathing deeper, and she was starting to get a little excited. He knew exactly what he does doing.

After about five minutes of silence, with the exception of her typing on her keyboard, she felt a hand being laid on her shoulder. He was watching her work; he knew damn well that she wasn’t accomplishing anything. His hand squeezed her shoulder. She stayed very still, neither encouraging nor discouraging him. She had a sense that, whatever her reaction, he wasn’t asking. They had had enough frank discussions that he knew her down to some of her deepest secrets. He knew she wouldn’t react, she wouldn’t push his hand away, and that she wouldn’t go on to encourage him either. Not yet anyway.

His hand was massaging her shoulder more deeply now, and he brought his left hand up as well, so that his thumbs were pressed against the back of her neck. So far, it could have been a perfectly innocent massage, albeit somewhat forceful. His thumbs massaged her neck, his fingers dug deeply into her shoulders, and she very softly groaned. Now why had she done that? She was trying to keep from encouraging him, but… she couldn’t help it. It felt good to be touched this way, it always did. And, the fact that it was him and such a long time, well, a little groan was nothing to be embarrassed about. He, though, would take it as validation to continue.

With that thought, almost as if he knew what she was thinking, his right index finger flicked out to touch just behind her ear. He scraped his fingernail downward on her skin, just lightly enough that she could feel it. His hand came off her shoulder, and his fingers curled to join his index finger in scraping back up her skin, very lightly, teasingly, before coming down again a little harder. He opened his palm again, and pressed it against the front of her sternum as he pushed harder with his left hand on her shoulder. She could feel his body now; he had closed the gap between them, to that special distance where he was not yet touching her, but so close she could feel him. Sitting in her chair, with him standing right behind her, meant that just behind her head was… No, she didn’t want to think about that yet. But it was too late, she had thought it, and with Rize Escort that thought, another moan escaped her. Deeper this time, and not even trying to hide it. “The hell with it,” she thought, “let him be encouraged. Let him do whatever he…”

His right hand dropped suddenly, inside her shirt, so that it was resting just between the tops of her breasts. She gasped, and he gave her a moment to get used to it. Then, curling his fingers, he lightly scraped his fingernails between her breasts… she shuddered. She was very excited now, and could feel it in the way her breasts and nipples were becoming engorged, and the slow warming between her legs. His left hand still on her shoulder, he dropped his right still further so that he was cupping her breast. As he did so, his body bumped against her back and she could feel his hardened cock behind her head. His hand was moving faster now, massaging her left breast and occasionally pinching her nipple. She was moaning constantly now, a deep throaty growl through pursed lips, as if some small part of her was still trying to stop it.

Another few minutes went by like this. Still he hadn’t said a word, nor stopped to ask her permission. She had done nothing to stop him either. She knew now that she had fully given in. He knew it too. She could almost imagine his insolent grin, but she wasn’t going to stop this no matter what. From behind, he slid his hands under her arms to pull her up so she was standing, her desk still before her. He pulled her shirt up, and her bra down, so that her breasts were exposed. His left hand moved up now, to finger the nipple of her breast… she could feel his right hand sliding down from her breasts, down her belly, dragging his fingernails so that she still felt where his hand had been even after it was gone. His hand slid down further still, until the tips of his fingers, extended now, touched the top of her jeans, then the top her panties, and still more, until she could feel his fingers tickle the top of her hair.

Her breathing labored, she felt him unbutton the top of her jeans, and slowly heard the zipped being pulled down. He wasn’t wasting time now, an urgency had come over both of them: he wanted to touch her there, in her secret place, and feel her wetness, knowing that he made her feel that way. Likewise, she wanted to feel his fingers slide between her lips, and have him push deep inside her. She felt freer than she ever had before. She was not making the decisions, and so there was no pressure, no thinking, just her physical self and the physical pleasure. She knew, at this moment, she would do anything he wanted, and it was no longer appropriate for him to even ask.

His fingers slid down between her legs, her panties pressing his fingers tight against her. The lips around her pussy slid around his middle finger coating it with her juices. She almost screamed when, in another sudden movement, his middle finger darted deep into her, once, twice, and then again. She had to put her hands down on the desk now to hold herself up, and she pushed her ass back against him, clearly feeling his hardness behind her. How she wanted that in her now! But, she had ceded control, she would get that when he chose. She knew that even if she turned and begged for it right now, she would not get it, and that he would, without any words at all, order he back to her position. So, she just let it go on, his fingers sliding in her, and her moans escaping her lips now, with no attempt to muffle it or hold back.

His hands slid out of her pussy, and up to her mouth now gasping for air. She flicked out her tongue to taste her juices, tentatively at first, but just to tease him. He knew that she liked the taste of her pussy, just as he knew everything else sexual about her. Meanwhile his left hand pulled her pants and underwear down around her hips, and he slowly slid down the floor to remove them totally, kissing and licking and biting all the way down her backside. With her panties down, the room suddenly became awash in her scent, her pussy juice filling the air with unadulterated lust. Kneeling behind her, he slid his hands back up, and began to kiss her from behind. At first, he started kissing her buttocks, all the while massaging them with his hands, occasionally reaching out to finger her pussy so that she stayed lubricated. She felt his tongue occasionally licking, his teeth occasionally biting, as he moved from the bottom of her back, down the cleft of her ass. As he got closer to both her holes, she began to wonder if he would skip ahead and go directly to her pussy… Did she want that? She didn’t know, but soon the decision was again made for her… his tongue slid into her asshole. No hesitation, and he probed deeply as he could. In response, she tried to squeeze her ass as tightly she could so as to trap his tongue. She gasped out loud, loving every moment, feeling that this is what sex should be, this intimacy, this closeness, and that there was nothing embarrassing or uncomfortable between them.

She loved his tongue in her ass, the rapid probing, and deep licking, Rize Escort Bayan but her urgency was growing. Her pussy needed his attention, and sure enough, his tongue, with a long, last slow lick at her hole, finally tasted her pussy. His fingers were deep inside her now, sliding in and out, and she was close to losing control completely. His tongue, just newly inserted at the entrance of her pussy, sent her spiraling over the edge. She came in a flood, her juices pouring out of her, her body shuddering, her pussy pulsating around on his tongue and fingers, her mouth groaning out loud. She felt shattered, as wave after wave of energy rolled throughout her body, and almost magically she felt her orgasm pulse from her pussy to his tongue and into him. She collapsed on the desk exhausted, while he slowly savored her taste, and licked up every drop of her juice.

After a few moments that felt like hours, she raised her head from the desk, still panting. He felt the motion in her body, and stood up, looking down at her. She turned and rolled over, so that her legs splayed out to either side before him, her pink flower still glistening with saliva and her juices. To show that he wasn’t in a rush, he knelt down between her legs, and watched for a moment. She liked this, this moment when he was just staring at her most secret place. She squeezed her pussy open and shut, to give him a bit of a show. She saw him smirk at her, and once again, he flicked his tongue out. He tapped his tongue gently on her sensitive spot and made her jump. Gently, he rolled his tongue over her clit, and then leaned forward to suck on it with his lips. So soon after orgasm, she was extremely sensitive and her body would jump involuntarily with each flick of his tongue. She reached her arms down, to hold her legs even more open before him… she wanted to grab his head on either side and guide his tongue deep inside, but knew that he would do so when he was ready. He licked down, across the space between her pussy and asshole, and back up again. Sometimes, he would linger at her ass for a while pushing his tongue in, spreading her open. She knew then that he would take her that way someday, perhaps tonight, perhaps not. He licked his way to her pussy, inserting in his tongue as deep as it would go. She tried to squeeze his tongue as much as she could.

Eventually, knowing that she was not yet ready to come, he stood up before her. Still fully clothed, she could see him straining with his erect cock. He took her hands away from her legs and pulled her of the desk and up toward him. He leaned in to kiss her, and their tongues danced together for a long while savoring her taste. She licked her now dried juices of his face, smiling mischievously as she did so. Their bodies pressed together, she waited for him to take charge of her again, and let her know what he wanted. Her orders came soon enough, when he again placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her slowly down to her knees. He held her by the back of her head, and insistently pressed her face to his crotch. She could feel his hard cock through the fabric of his pants, and he held her there like that, slowly rubbing against her face, almost tight enough that she couldn’t breathe. The first part of their encounter was for her. Granted he took a tremendous pleasure in taking her and making her do what he wanted, but ultimately, it was for her pleasure. From now on, she was his, and she existed solely to please him. He would never ask, just take, and give whenever he felt like it.

He released his tight grip on her head. Without him to hold her head against him, she stayed there staring at the hidden cock in front of her. She looked it up at him, and saw his patience was wearing thin. Still, he hadn’t said a word, but she knew he had given her her orders. She reached up with her hands, to find the buttoned on his pants. Quickly undoing the button, she pulled the zipper down. She could see his cock through his underwear, now slightly more free than a moment ago. Her mouth was watering, she knew she wanted to taste him, and she knew he couldn’t wait for her to have her mouth on him. She may have surrendered almost all of the power in their relationship, but she would always have a little, she would always have this. He could use her as much as he wanted, but it would be her mouth in which he came, or her pussy which he filled up, or her ass which he would rape. Or …what else? She didn’t know… and, at the moment, she didn’t care. But, she knew she wanted to find out.

She pulled the band of underwear down and saw for the first time, his naked cock. A part of her wanted to stop and take a moment to look at it and see it clearly, but another, stronger part took over. She leaned forwarded and planted her lips on his cock, just at the junction where his balls met the shaft. She flicked her tongue out, which made him groan. Her mouth sideways against is cock, she slid her tongue up and down the shaft, stopping just at the base of the head and then back down again. Her hands massaged his balls, or scratched at the area between his Escort Rize asshole and balls. Occasionally, she would look up to find him watching her, and she would try that much harder to please him. Coming to the top now, she turned her head, flicked her tongue out along the bottom of the crown to make him jump. Swirling her tongue around, she got as much saliva on the head as she could; she knew that his passivity would soon pass, and then he would fuck her mouth forcefully. She wanted his cock as wet as possible before that so she could take him as deep as possible. She wondered if she could take him all the way down her throat. She knew she’d find out sooner or later.

For now though, she pushed him back a little against the desk behind him. Hoisting his legs up, she tongued his balls, taking each one into her mouth, and then moving downwards across his perineum to insert her tongue in his ass. Probing deeply, she tasted the musky scent of his ass, and this drove her wild. She had a plan with this blow job, that he would shoot forcefully in her mouth just after she worked her finger into his ass. She stuck her fingers into her once-again-wet pussy to lubricate them so she could insert one into his ass when the time came. Now, she removed her tongue from his ass, and replaced it with her finger. Going slowly, she inserted her finger as deep as she could. Meanwhile, she brought her mouth up to the top of his cock, and opened wide to finally take it all the way in her mouth.

He groaned as she descended on him. She went down as far as she could, and then pushed out her tongue to give him that little extra feeling. Sliding her tongue side to side, she could feel the blood pulsing in her temples, in his cock, and the world sounded of nothing but slurping, wet, sucking sounds and muffled groaning. She knew it wouldn’t be long now. He reached his hands down, and deciding once again that it was time he was back in control, he grabbed both sides of her head. He guided her mouth on his cock, ignored her muffled cries when he went too deep, and began to actively thrust his cock in her mouth. She gasped whenever he pulled almost all the way out, and the moaned again when he pushed in. She tried to press her tongue against his cock has hard as she could to intensify the pleasure for him. Her finger was rapidly pistoning in his ass now, just as his cock was pounding her mouth. Finally, holding her head well back, he thrust his hips forward one final time into her mouth, as he erupted inside her. Unable to hold it all in, she gagged, and was forced to open her mouth as the jets of semen kept coming. With his cum and her saliva dribbling all over her chin, she lapped her tongue against his cock as the last tremors of his orgasm ceased. She quivered to feel each shudder through his cock on her tongue, and each little drop of cum slowly pool in the back of her throat. Eventually, she swallowed what was already in her mouth, and pulled herself off him. A few extra licks to clean up, and she looked up to see his body sag with the expended energy.

She looked up at him. Being naked, kneeling on the floor in front of him, with his cum dripping from her chin down onto her breasts, she knew at the moment their eyes met that he wasn’t done with her. Myriad scenarios flashed through her mind, and, surprisingly, she felt herself start to physically respond. “What was this?” she wondered. She stood, and made a motion to reach out for some tissues to clean herself up. His hand reached out to stop her. He looked down at her, as she her mind raced with the thought, “What next?” Still holding her hand, he leaned in close to her, and kissed her. Slowly at first her tongue came out to brush across his lips. She tasted the sticky saltiness of his come, and knew he must be tasting it on her too. They broke the kiss and stood there holding each other for a moment while she buried her nose in his chest. Eventually, Angel started to run her tongue across his nipple, and occasionally give little nipping bites across his body. His hands drifted down words so that he could grip her ass tightly. Kneading her buttocks in his hands, he spread her ass apart, and teased her with his finger.

They stayed their together for a long while. His cock hardened again, and he pushed her back onto the desk. She lay with her legs open, not embarrassed in the slightest. He stepped forward and brought his penis to her entrance slowly. He rubbed the tip in between her pussy lips, and watched how they slid over the head of his cock. He could feel her juices starting to flow again, and smell her heavy scent coming from between her legs. The room was filled now with the scent of pussy, and they both inhaled it desperately. Angel was rubbing the last bits of his come from her chin and breasts, occasionally bringing a finger up to suck on it. Her tongue flashed out, licking and savoring his come, and she could see his eyes glint each time. She liked making that glint come to his eyes; She knew how much she turned him on by doing this. She resolved to do every completely wanton thing she could think of to drive him crazy. Anything he asked, she would do. She was still twirling her tongue around fingers, his come long gone, but she treated her fingers like miniature cocks to suck on. She would try to think of as many new things that he had never had done to him before. She would…

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American Mom Ch. 17

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This is a parody story, no characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.

All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.

*****

Thursday morning, sitting in homeroom, Steve’s mind was in sex-crazed fog as usual. Today though, he had every reason to be distracted. after all he had finally lost his cherry yesterday; to his sister Haley of all people.

Steve was so tied up in his day dreaming that he didn’t even see Mrs. Jacobs as she strolled up behind him. The sound of her throat clearing got his attention. She reached down and picked up a sketch, that until now he didn’t even realize he’d been absentmindedly working on.

It was a detailed drawing of a large set of naked breasts. Mrs. Jacobs looked away from the sketch and glared down at her horny student, one eyebrow cocked.

‘Oh shit!’ He thought with a sick look.

Later that afternoon, Francine Smith walked up the school hallway against the traffic flow, kids scrambling around her as the end of the day arrived. Her high-heels clicked against the floor as she searched for her son’s classroom.

“Hey sweet lady. Care to take a ride on the speed train.” came the sappy come on from Senior, Clint Speed. Francine ignored the boy’s ham handed pickup attempt, unaware that her son Steve had shown Clint her eroticly posed image on his cell phone a few days before.

Enjoying the gaze of the older boys, she none the less was annoyed by the amount of cranked up noise and commotion caused by the unruly bunch trying to leave the school for the day. Finally she found her way to room 125.

“Mrs. Smith, I appreciate you coming in to meet with me. I’m very concerned about Steve’s performance lately and felt you should be too.” Mrs. Jacob’s said as they sat near her desk.

“Well thank you for calling me. I wasn’t aware there was a problem.” Francine said.

“Along with his frequent tardiness Steve seems very distracted during class lately. I’m afraid he’s developing a very unhealthy obsession.” She said.

“What kind of obsession?” Francine asked, with a hint of concern

“This afternoon I caught him drawing this.” The teacher said, setting the boob sketch in front of Francine.

‘Tits? Steve is drawing tits at school. Big titties too. Oh my God. I wonder if they’re mine?’ Francine thought.

“Well; boys will be boys Mrs. Jacobs.” Francine giggled nervously.

“So you’re not concerned that your son was drawing female breasts during my math class?” The teacher asked with annoyance.

“Yes, of course that part does concern me, but if you’re also asking if I consider drawing pictures of naked women an unhealthy obsession for a boy Steve’s age? That answer is no.” Francine said defensively.

“Mrs. Smith, his grades are slipping rapidly. Something has recently happened to cause this slip.” Mrs. Jacob’s said with concern.

“Well then, that will be addressed I can assure you. But as far as this “obsession” is concerned, it will not be handled here at school. I will take care of it at home. Anything else Mrs. Jacobs?” Francine asked, with a grandiose little smirk.

As she left school, Steve’s little art project clinched tightly in her hand as she drove, Francine came to a decision.

At eleven o’clock that night Steve Smith lay in his bed, finally unwinding after what had been an extremely stressful and nerve racking day. ‘How could I have been so stupid and careless?’ he thought to himself. I can’t believe Mom didn’t bring it up at dinner. I’m probably off the hook tonight, but I bet my ass gets grounded when Stan gets back home.’

Completely exhausted, he turned out his lights and lay his head on his pillow, the white noise sound of a lengthy shower running down the hall, followed by the hum of a hair dryer slowly allowing him to peacefully nod off.

The sound of his cell phone receiving a text message awakened Steve from his deep slumber. Reaching out he fumbled blindly on the nightstand until his hand closed around it. Forcing his eyes open, he saw that it was a little after midnight.

“Who the hell is texting me this late?” Steve wondered as he looked at the phone and saw the avatar of his mom in her pink star tank top. “Why is she texting me? God, please don’t have her want to talk to me now about that drawing.” He pleaded.

TEXT FROM FRANCINE: “Steve, are you still up? I need to talk with you. Can I come to your room?”

TEXT FROM STEVE: “What’s wrong.”

TEXT FROM FRANCINE: “We need to talk about your school work.”

TEXT FROM STEVE: “Now? I guess…”

Shaking his head, Steve put the phone down and forced his tired body to get up. Soon after slipping on a pair of shorts and a tank top, he heard gentle rapping and walked the short distance to his door to open it as he turned on the light for the room.

Fighting the sudden light filling the room, Steve sleepily had the impression that his mother was a little taller than normal tonight.

“Thanks.” Giresun Escort She whispered as she slowly walked past him to take a seat on his bed. His mother was wearing her thick, extra-long terrycloth robe, cinched up tightly by the sash, and pulled tightly together on top.

‘Oh shit.’ He thought to himself. ‘She’s gone back to the frumpy look. That can’t be good.’ In the blinding light of his room he noted that despite the granny robe, her hair and makeup were giving her a glamorous and wild appearance.

“Have you been out tonight?” he asked.

“Don’t worry about where I’ve been Steve; we need to have a serious talk.”

Steve looked at her miserably, knowing she was about to lower the boom over his school grades and conduct. Since he knew she had been called to school that afternoon, she was probably going to also jump him about the drawing.

“Yeah, Mom, I know…”

“You’re failing some of your classes, honey.” She started. “Your behavior has got to change. You need to tackle your studies like you used too.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve hung his head. Francine reached in the pocket of her big frumpy robe and pulled out the sketch his teacher had given her, and handed it over to him.

“Here…I thought you might wanna keep this.” She said.

“Huh?” He gasped, taken by surprise that his mother had the confiscated drawing.

“Although I don’t think we can put it on the refrigerator.” They both laughed lightly to themselves at the thought.

“You’re getting to be a pretty good artist Steve. Those are very realistic.” She said.

“Thanks.” He said sarcastically, still embarrassed and confused.

“Are they mine?” she asked, catching him off guard.

“Uh… no.” He lied.

“Too bad.” She said, glancing over at the picture. “They look a lot like mine; except the nipples are wrong. You know my areolas are much bigger…or were you not paying attention when I took my bath the other night…because I really thought you were focused sweetie.”

Steve just looked sheepishly at the floor. “I’ll do better, Mom.”

“Yes you will, Steve. The bad grades and acting out have got to stop. Your studies are so important, we’ve got to do something to get you turned around, honey.” she took a deep breath.

“So let’s talk more about our “incentive” plan we briefly talked about the other night” Francine turned and walked to the door. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, as she shut the door and turned the lock.

“We wouldn’t want to have anyone walk in unannounced would we?” She smiled.

“No, Mam.” he replied in a voice that cracked with emotion.

He stood, looking down as she passed again in front of him, gently grazing the back of her hand over his tenting cock as she walked to his bed.

“Come sit here Steve.” Francine requested as she patted the bed with a smile.

“Um, okay.” Steve said, gawking at her cleavage as he made his way over.

He started to sit at the foot of his bed, when she pointed to the headboard. “No, get on the bed, like you were going to lay on it.”

“What?” he asked, as his mom patted the middle of the bed. With a confused shrug, Steve climbed onto the bed and sat in the middle, facing her.

“Take your shirt off Steve.”

“My…take my shirt off?” Steve shook his head, “Mom?”

“Steve! I said take your shirt off.” Steve quickly obeyed, removing his shirt and tossing it onto the foot of the bed. Francine grinned as she reached out and ran her long red nails across his shoulder and down his chest.

“You are looking good, Steve.”

“Uh, thanks mom.”

She sighed and continued trailing her hand up and down his chest. It was no longer her nails, but her fingers. When she dropped down and caressed his stomach, Steve jerked away.

“Shy, are we?” she asked. “You have nothing to be shy about honey. You’re a good looking young man.” She gave him a strange smile. “I’ve always thought that, but tonight you look better than ever.” She slid closer to him, her robe hiking up, opening to expose one leg up to her knee.

Steve felt his cock stirring as he lifted his head, forcing his eyes not to stray down to her concealed tits. He could tell she was being more authoritative than she had been over the past few days, and it was a bit intimidating to him.

“Steve, it’s time to lay all of our cards on the table dear.” She gave him a nasty smile. “It’s okay to look at my tits Steve…It’s not like you haven’t seen them before. You were okay watching me take my bath the other night when I invited you, right sweetie?” She asked pleasantly, pulling his chin up to force their gazes to meet.

An awkward smile formed a look of embarrassment on his face.

“And you’ve seen way more of me than just during my bath the other night, right?” A look of astonishment and fear crept across his face.

‘Please God…don’t let her have found the pictures and videos! PLEASE!’ Steve prayed to himself.

“Remember the day Giresun Escort Bayan you fell by the garage and hurt your ankle?” She asked as Steve continued to look down at his toes. “I came upstairs to get the cane from the hall for you. Your room was such a mess that I started to pick a few things up. I was picking up your dirty clothes when I found your photo club camera lying on that chair by the window.” She pointed towards the chair still sitting by his window.

“Did you know that is the only window in the entire neighborhood that looks out over our garden?” She continued, smiling.

Knowing the images that were on that camera memory card, the color drained from his face as Francine continued.

“I looked around the garage the next day to try and understand why you were up on that ladder in the garden.” Steve looked at his mother pleadingly. “Honey, I found your ‘loft fort’ in the garage.”

Steve felt his heart begin to pound and his stomach sink. He thought he might vomit.

Seeing her young son visibly shuddering and looking anxious, Francine reached her hand out to his knee, caressing it softly. He continued trembling softly with fear from having probably been caught spying on his mother and sister.

His mind churned as he clung hopelessly to the hope that he might still be able to get out of this ordeal. Only two nights ago it had looked like he was going to soon be taking erotic photos of his MILF mom; and only last night he had fucked for the first time, with his sister.

Suddenly things were getting desperate. He knew he was going to vomit now.

“Here is the thing Steve…” Francine smiled sweetly and spoke with fondness as she once more pulled his chin up to force his eye contact. “I think you have pictures and videos of me on your computer…and I want to see them”

He gulped awkwardly. “I think you were looking at pictures of me last Saturday when I brought your laundry in.” She looked at him openhearted, but with intention. “I could have just come in here one day while you were at school and looked through your computer…but I didn’t want to do that.”

Steve started to tear up and hyperventilate, overcome by equal parts embarrassment and shock from being caught, and disappointment and sorrow at the awesome erotic experiences he was now going to miss out on.

The expression on Francine’s face turned quickly to compassion as she hastily kneeled on the floor in front of her son and grabbed his shoulders. “Honey…it’s okay…Really!” She said enthusiastically.

Grabbing his chin once more, she looked in his eyes and smiled. “You don’t think you’re in trouble do you?”

“I’m not?” he chocked.

“Steve Smith! I know I raised a brighter boy than that.” She laughed, forcing a nervous smile to his lips as tears streamed down his face.

“Think about this,” she continued. “You fell and hurt your ankle two Fridays ago, right.” Steve nodded as he began working the time over in his head.

“I just told you a few minutes ago that I found your camera that afternoon…” she reminded him. “And I found the fort the next morning…right?” she continued as he nodded.

“Think back…did anything interesting happen that afternoon after I found your fort and camera? I wonder…let me think? Do you recall anything memorable Steve?” His eyes began to open wider as he realized where she was going with the conversation.

“Well, if you didn’t know it at the time, I seem to recall that I was in my garden that afternoon working VERY hard on my tan.” She continued, raising her eyebrow’s to form a friendly look of acknowledgment.

“Maybe you didn’t know I was tanning that afternoon; in the nude? That would be a shame really, because I spent a lot of time and effort rubbing tanning oil all over…and I mean ALL OVER my naked body that afternoon”

A magnificent smile crossed her lips. “And I thought I put on a REALLY hot show. I was really wishing that someone with great quality camera equipment and with great photography skills was capturing that.” She smiled sexily, nearly purring her comments.

“After I found that camera and fort, do you really think I would have knowingly lain out in my garden nude, rubbing oil all over myself unless I wanted to be seen and photographed? Would I?”

Steve sat dumb struck before squeaking out a low “Uh, no?”

“Let’s think about if any other significant events happened after I found your camera and fort.” she asked, resting her chin on her fist like the thinker.

“Oh wait! I remember something else.” She snapped off a little too loudly, startling Steve. “Sorry about that.” She apologized as they both laughed. “We don’t want to wake your sister, so I’ll tone it down a bit. Anyway, I will admit that you seeing me in the hallway in my sexy little robe the night before your dad left was a real accident, but what about the next night when I went out with my friends, and came back to the house with my clothes a little out of control? Maybe you noticed Escort Giresun the picture I texted you in school on Monday was from that night?”

Steve nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

“Notice anything unusual about that photo Steve? Maybe something interesting about my clothes?” a sly smile formed on his lips as he shook his head positive.

“Well Steve? What was it? I thought we were able to discuss these things now like adults?”

“Your bra was pulled down and your nipples were showing through your blouse.” He answered with eagerness.

“Now would I have sent that text to you if I was mad because you were taking pictures of me?”

“No!” he answered happily.

“And would I have put that super flirty, super short negligee on to come back and look for magazines that night?”

“No”

“And would I have left my door cracked open while I paraded around my bedroom, admiring my hot body in my mirror; and posed on my bed if I was mad?”

“No” Steve nearly yelled.

“Before I go on, remember we agreed we can be honest, right Steve?”

“Right mom!” he beamed.

“If I was mad, would I have “accidently” texted you the photo of me in my negligee that night…and laid on my bed with the door cracked open…pounding my little pussy with a big dildo…” She looked deeply into his eyes, her voice becoming huskier.

“…and would I have hoped…no; would I have prayed that you were in the hall watching me; and taking pictures of me on your cell phone as I enjoyed myself?”

Steve gulped loudly before responding softly and deeply “No.”

“And If I saw you looking at those pictures on your computer the next morning, would I have come back to your room that night, longing for you to show me the beautiful pictures you had taken of me…so we could look at them together?”

“No.” he responded softly, his breathing increased greatly.

“And what about the X-rated photos I “accidently” sent you Tuesday? Do you really think I didn’t know where they were going? So…” the blonde mother asked her son, licking her lips lightly, her eye lids slightly slitted “Do you want to tell mommy anything?”

Gathering his confidence, and sitting up tall, Steve began. “Mother…I have been taking some really sexy pictures and videos of you for a while. Would you like to look at them with me?”

“Oh Steve…” she purred, “More than anything. Can we look now?” she responded, melting against her son like wet sugar.

“Sure mom.” He said standing up and pulling her with him.

“There are a lot though. It’s going to take a VERY long time over several days to see everything.”

Francine’s eyes lit up and sparkled. “Yummy…I can’t wait! Can we look for a little while tonight and talk about what we are going to do to get your grades up while we look?”

“Sure thing mom.” Steve responded as he wrapped his arm around his mother’s waist and guided her to his computer desk.

As Steve prepared to sit down Francine smiled and her hand dropped back down to his chest and started rubbing it. Wrapping her other arm around his waist, holding him in place, she stood in front of her teenage son in her thick terry cloth robe, “So I have to know…what do you like the most about taking pictures of me Steve?”

“I know that it is hard to believe, but I just think you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever seen!” Steve blurted out. “I…I like to look at mature women and…You’re the sexiest woman I have ever seen. And lately you have been dressed really provocatively…” Steve trailed off, his eyes focusing on her frump gown.

“You said that so wonderfully. That makes me feel really good Steve.” She said as she slid even closer to him. Steve became painfully aware of her tits grazing his chest through the thick material of the robe.

“It does?” Steve stuttered.

“Yes, because I decided a long time ago that I was flattered that a good looking young guy like you thinks I’m hot.” She gave him a little smile and leaning forward, kissed him. The kiss was a quick peck, but directly on his lips.

“I was a little worried that if you saw me in nude photos and videos, and maybe got excited by those images…I was concerned you might think of me as a porn star first and as your mom second…but I decided that was okay.” She said with a huge smile.

As Steve sat there stunned, she went on. “But better than that,” she leaned over and sighed in his ear. “It gave me an idea, a really fun idea.”

“What’s that?” Steve breathed as he felt her lips caress his ear. Again Steve felt his cock stiffening as she stepped back and looked at him.

“First of all, I can see the disappointment in your eyes in the way I’m dressed tonight…”

“No Mom; you look great.” He interrupted, trying to put his mother at ease on her appearance. He noticed, now that he had his head up, that his mother’s hair and makeup looked like she was preparing to step on the runway as a Mrs. America contestant.

“I mean, your hair looks fantastic, and your makeup…WOW, what can I say? You look really hot. Did you go out tonight?”

Francine stepped back and undid her sash, letting the big thick unfashionable robe fall off her shoulders onto the floor. “I didn’t go anywhere tonight Steve. I did ALL of this just for you.”

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Am I Our Mother? Ch. 01

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“Can you pass me the salt sweetheart?”

That was my mother, she’s probably too hungover to do anything thought requires movement or coherent thought. She tends to drink in moments of anger or depression, which seems to be consistent since our old man left us a year ago. She could easily find another man to fill in the gap if she wanted to, at age forty she has the body of a thirty year old. Numerous men hit on her when we go out, being a natural blond with big breast would guarantee that, I guess. I’m guessing because as much as I appreciate the female anatomy, I’m pretty fucking gay if I do say so myself. Also she’s my mother, all though that seems to not apply to my brother. Which brings us to why she’s probably drunk, my brother came home last night from graduating college. He happens to be the younger version of our father, curly cut to the ear brunette hair and a goofy smile on his face all the fucking time.

Slightly tan and firm small muscles even though the guy never worked out a day in his twenty one years of life. His smokey blueish grey eyes with a deviant twinkle seemingly searches and analyze you making you second doubt yourself. Sometimes my mother forgets how old she is and assumes he’s Richard, our father. Not that Jamie cares, the worry free fuck never hesitant to feel her up in one of her moments. Like last night, as he grabs her ass after she sobs how much she misses him, Richard. Forgive me but I can’t just sit on the couch and watch that, so I said hey ma that’s James. She went hysterical and threw him out. Now we’re sitting here at the kitchen table at 6 a.m. both of us eating brunt eggs, she made, before she goes off to her job as a sales clerk.

I smile as I hand her the salt, taking notice in her attempt to tame her wild hair with a scrunchie tying it up in a high bun. I came out more like her, wild wavy dirty blond hair ending at my shoulders, a bit pale from the lack of sun, slender and a sharp chin completing with the sea green eyes and a button nose. Basically I’m the ‘cute’ one whereas my brother is the ‘handsome’ as my mother would say when we were growing up. I’m the sweetheart and he’s the honey. Even at seventeen that’s how my secret ex boyfriend would describe me. A secret because he was my Spanish teacher, married with a daughter. I’m eighteen now so I assume my appearance hasn’t change much since than.

“Are you job searching today sweetheart?”

I smile as I shake my head yes eating my last bit of egg. She smiles sadly back standing up and taking my plate from me to bring to the stink with hers. She’s disappointed I’m not following my brothers or fathers footsteps and attending college. I didn’t even finish high school, two months left and I dropped out. I was upset over Mr. Esimur, the Spanish teacher, deciding our relationship wasn’t safe to continue anymore. I’m like my mother in that sense too, incredibly loyal and sensitive.

“Stanley maybe you can enroll in some summer classes to get your diploma sweetheart?”

I roll the sleeves of my grey sweatshirt, matching my sweatpants, up, standing up to put my glass in the dishwasher. I just don’t have in it me to continue my education but I can’t tell her that so I say,

“Maybe, I’ll check it out Ma.”

She beams at me hugging me before reaching for her Coach bag on the counter. Throwing it on her shoulder and picking up her car keys from the key rack on our wall she turns to address me.

“I’ll be working late tonight sweetheart, can you bring those suitcases out in the living room into your brothers room? And when he returns the phone book is in the junk drawer if you boys want take out.”

I think about calling Giresun Escort her out, to her I’ll be working late means I’ll be holed up in the bar getting plastered, but I decide against it and follow her out the door.

“Sure thing Ma.”

Once she’s out of the driveway I shut the door and spot the suitcases James left by the couch. Rolling my eyes I pick both of them up, one in each hand, and head towards his room. Pushing open his door it creaks and I struggle to find the light switch. I finally do after what feels like centuries and I take a look around. Over college breaks he would come home and bring things back with him to place in his room, like this mini fridge in the corner. Honestly I haven’t been in here without him because I’m a big fan of privacy and I tend to respect that. It feels wrong to be in here now but I proceed regardless setting his suitcases on his unmade bed. Something hot pink catches my sight peeking out from under his pillow and I tug at it. Bringing it up to my face and squinting I realize it’s a pair of woman’s panties and I freak throwing them on his already messy floor.

Trying to erase the spot of whites I saw inside it from my mind I take another look around the room. Spotting a half empty beer bottle I take a couple sips setting it back in its place. Staring at a poster of some random bimbo strutting her ass I can’t help but try to place the panties to one of the girls he brought home from school. I recall the busty redhead in oversize boots and quiet raven with those sleek glasses but all the others didn’t really stand out to me. They were your average sluts. Against my better judgement I pick up the panties from the floor stretching them out. They look like they’d belong to one of the average sluts, a thong with a line of rhinestones at the tip. They’re kind of cute really, I look at the full size mirror leaning against his opposite wall and hover the thong over my pelvis and sweatpants. I bet if I were to be one of those gays who crossdress I’d look adorable in these.

But I’m not because that is just weird. Also it wouldn’t hurt to see, prove my own hypothesis. I pull down my sweatpants, kicking off my boxers alongside with them. Hastily I pull the a size too small thong on expanding it. My eight inch dick is popping out of them but other than that I say I’m pulling them off well. I rub My thighs turning around to look at my ass and I hear a girly shriek. I quickly turn around to the door, covering my dick with my hands, to see my brother and some blonde covering her eyes and backing up. My brother grabs her arms to keep her from leaving but she gets out of his grip and spits at him,

“This is just too weird I have to go home.”

He doesn’t bother staying around even as she walks away till we hear the front door slam shut. I’m blushing under his intense stare from pure embarrassment and I make to grab my sweatpants when he slams his bedroom door shut loudly scaring me out of my wits. I try to speak but his holds his hands up motioning me to be quiet.

“I know your’re gay and all but really dude?”

I’m speechless, for one I had no idea he knew I was gay and two what can you possibly say when you get caught trying on woman panties by your older brother? He smiles crookedly at the look on my face and laughs running a hand through his brunette locks.

“Mr. Esimur?”

I gap at him still holding my sweatpants in from of me protectively. He walks over to sit on his bed and watches me amusingly trying to conquer some form of words.

“You talk in your sleep, came one Christmas break and you were past out on the couch moaning his name like a Giresun Escort Bayan bitch in heat dude.”

He smiles his devil smile and leans his back on his bedpost asking,

“Who’s Mr. Esimur anyway?”

“He was my Spanish teacher.”

He laughs and shakes his head kicking off his sneakers.

“A crush on a teacher, that’s cute dude.”

I blush, and mutter a little angrily,

“It wasn’t a crush, I loved him. He was my boyfriend, my soul mate.”

He isn’t laughing anymore as he peels off his socks throwing them at the ground carelessly. He looks at me with the most serious face I’ve ever seen him wear.

“Don’t turn into mom dude.”

Now I’m piss but I keep my cool, staying in control.

“Why might make you horny you disgusting pervert?”

Now he’s shock but only for a second as he stands up and stomps over to me grabbing my arm tightly surely going to leave a bruise.

“Dude are you seriously that dumb? I just don’t want to hurt her feelings, she’s so fucking sad all the time because of our shit head cheating father. I just don’t want you to be like that. Is that why you dropped out, why your’re drinking my beer? Because your’re fucking lovesick over some teacher?”

I look down at the ground not wanting to answer and he tightens his grip on me making my yelp.

“Fucking asshole let go of me!”

“Stop calling me names you little shit. Now answer me.”

I’m actually scared, James is fairly a easy going guy. Yet here he is all stern and his chest is heaving like he’s refraining himself from hitting me which scares me even more so I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips. Something in me stirs but I can’t pinpoint what it is I’m feeling other than fear. He stares down at me, his eyes soften but his grip stays the same as he says,

“Was he your first? Is that way your’re being so pathetic?”

I attempt to get out of his grasp but he just spins me around and shoves me towards his mirror. I can see him behind me with my arm locked at my back and him leaning near my ears. His smirking as he whispers,

“Since I’m a disgusting pervert and asshole I stay it’s only fair I make you move on.”

His voice is husky and his tongue licks the shell of my ear nipping at it. I struggle and scream but he leans all his weight on me thrusting his hips at my ass. I can feel him through his jeans and my thong and I’m unsure how to fell about it. He whispers again,

“Make you forget, make you mine sweetheart.”

Whimpering he bends his index finger in the back of my thong tugging it down to my ankles licking down my neck. Still struggling I unintentionally thrust backwards into him making him moan in my neck. He takes his free hand and wraps it around my dick harshly.

“S-stop please James!”

To my surprise he does staring in my eyes in the mirror with his hand still on my dick and the other holding me still, his breath is heavy when he sighs.

“Tell me why I should stop.”

Bewildered I shout,

“Because we’re brothers!”

He actaully smiles at me before responding,

“That all? No because I don’t want you to fuck me or I’m still in love in Mr. Esimur? Or maybe even because your’re scared this doesn’t mean anything?”

Tears start to well in my eyes, for what reasons I’m not sure, I shut them tight sputtering out the first things that come out of my mouth without thought.

“Will it mean something?”

“Of course, do you think I’d risk my relationship with my brother for some meaningless moment of lust?”

I open my eyes to see the stormy eyes staring back at me.

“I asked Escort Giresun you a question, do you?”

His voice is stern, his eyes intense, grip tight and my dick, once soft, grows with pre cum in his hands.

“No. I’m sorry.”

He hums and lets go of my dick picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. He walks over to his bed and throws me on his bed. Sprawled on the bed I sit up on my elbows to watch him. He unzips his jeans slowly catching my eyes. He pulls down his pants. He doesn’t touch his boxers but instead walks over to me and grabs my hair shoving me in front of his pelvis.

“Take my dick out for me sweetheart.”

I look up at him before with shakiness fishing out his ten inch dick from his boxers. He throws back his head moaning while I grab his waist. I try to pull him on the bed with me but he tugs my head all the way back harshly hurting my scalp.

“Don’t do anything without my permission anymore. If your’re going to behave like a little bitch and slut sleeping with your teachers, I’m going to treat you like one. Next time you step out of line, I’m going to have to punish you, understand?”

I don’t answer in favor of trying to nod my head yes forgetting I can’t. He slaps me hard across my cheeks throwing me harshly back on the bed.

“I’m tired of you not answering me.”

Walking over to his mini fridge he throws off his t shirt leaving him only in his boxers with his dick hanging out. He opens the door of the fridge as I watch in anticipation. He pulls out a bottle of super hot sauce throwing it at me barking a order,

“Take out your shirt and open that.”

I do as I’m told as he positions himself in front of me again at the side of his bed.

“Now pull down my boxers, take some of that and rub it all over my dick.”

I tentatively drop his boxer down to his knees taking his dick in my hand. Squirting some hot sauce on it I scrub it all over earning some deep moans from above my head. He grabs me head and grunts,

“Do my balls too sweetheart.”

I do so, slowly enjoying the sounds erupting from him. Next thing I know he shoves my face on his dick.

“Take as much as you can in your mouth.”

I take some of his ten inch penis in my mouth, regretting it right away as my mouth burns with intensity. I try to push back but James shoves most of his dick in my mouth making me gag excessively. My eyesight is blurry as he facefucks me and my mouth is on fire. Thrusting and tugging my blond locks he gasps,

“Want me to cool your mouth down?”

I whimper hoping he knows I mean yes, he chuckles thrusting faster and deeper in between my lips. With a grunt and one last thrust he comes deep in my mouth nearly choking me to death. Squirt and squirt of cum fills my mouth and spills out, I count at least four comes he shoots. At least. Taking his soft dick out of my mouth he orders,

“Leave some in and swish it around sweetheart then before swallowing it open your mouth and show me how fitly you are.”

Moving the white substance around with my tongue I savor the flavor that is my older brother. Musky and sweet, a little bitter. I open my mouth allowing my brother to see his cum in my mouth, he laughs dipping a finger on my tongue. Sniffing his finger, he resolves to wipe his cum on my cheek as I gulp down his sperm. Done I watch him for my next move, hoping he’ll return the favor. He reaches for a random shirt on his floor and throws it at me smirking.

“Is that it?”

I didn’t mean to make it come out so desperate, so needy but gratefully he doesn’t laugh at me but smiles warmly down at me as he pulls on some sweatpants, without returning his boxers on.

“For now, I said I’d punish you didn’t I?”

I scoff and pull over the shirt he handed me on, huffing,

“That’s hardly fair.”

He laughs and throws my sweatpants at me.

“Well you have till I find my own place to redeem yourself sweetheart.”

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Steven was startled by the vibration in his pocket when his phone rang. “Hello!” He answered in a gruff, urgent tone.

It was his friend Diane. With a teasing giggle in her voice, she answered. “Hey fat boy, what’s up?”

Hearing Diane’s voice drew a smile across his face. They had met at a local gym, where they both worked out. Diane was working on losing a couple of pounds and Steven was just trying to stay in shape.

At thirty three years old, and a job that was physically demanding, being in good shape was important to him. On top of that he really enjoyed pushing himself until he was dripping in sweat.

The two of them had gone out drinking a few times. One night they were drinking and ended up screwing in Steven’s backyard, on a blanket, in the tall overgrown lawn. That he continually neglected. That night, Diane said he was fat. She stopped calling him by his name and called him (fat boy) from then on. She was referring to his penis, but It was all in fun.

They had some good times together. But a serious or long term relationship just wasn’t in the cards. Although, they are still very good friends. Steven wasn’t disappointed when Diane and his friend Larry got together.

After a short chat on the phone, and catching up on their lives. Diane asked if there was a chance that Steven would be willing to help a friend and co-worker of hers.

She went on to explain that her friend Abigail was a 22 year old woman from a Amish community in western Montana.

Steven snickered to himself as he listened to Diane’s story. He sensed that it was a setup, something Diane was doing out of fun.

Diane, in a more serious tone, went on to explain that Abigail and her husband had left the Amish way of life to start a new life outside the Amish community.

Abigail’s husband had lost his job and Abigail wasn’t making enough money to make ends meet.

The bank had foreclosed on their small home, and then her husband just didn’t come home one day.

To make things worse, the company that Abigail and Diane worked for had lost a large contract and the company had let Abigail go.

Steve felt a little relieved when Diane offered to help out with some rent and grocery money. If he would be willing to let Abigail stay at his house until she could find work and get back on her feet.

He didn’t need money, and he wouldn’t take any from her. It was just that the offer made him feel like Diane wasn’t trying to pull one over on him.

If not, then Abby would be forced to return to Montana. Diane explained that Abigail would be shunned by her family and friends for leaving the community.

Diane told Steven that Abigail was a sweetheart and a really good person. It seemed that life had just dealt her some shitty hands.

Diane and Larry, with a one bedroom apartment, really had no room for Abigail.

As a favor to Diane, Steven agreed to let Abigail stay for a couple months. Until she could get back on her feet. After all, he was single, had plenty of room and the thought of having someone else around was actually a welcoming thought.

He knew that if it became uncomfortable that he could just distance himself for a few weeks.

He agreed to help out.

Diane asked if she and Abigail could drop by. She wanted to find out if her friend felt comfortable with the arrangement and staying with him.

An hour later Steven opened the front door and invited them in.

“Hi fat boy!” Diane teased, she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. It had been awhile since they had seen each other.

Steven complimented Diane. He told her that she looked like life was treating her well. It was true, she looked better than ever.

He recalled how insatiable she was with him and how much she enjoyed being on top. A good memory to say the least.

Diane introduced them. Abigail was a small woman, not much over 5′ 4″ if any.

She was wearing a long, blue dress that hung loose from her shoulders and went down to her ankles. It had long sleeves that went to just above her wrists. It appeared as though she may have made it herself. Her black shoes looked worn and scuffed.

Her strawberry blond hair was long and straight. It appeared as though she may have never cut it. She had incredibly beautiful green eyes and high cheekbones that had a natural pink blush to them. She didn’t wear any makeup, she didn’t need any, her face was beautiful.

She seemed somewhat uncomfortable, or maybe a little shy. Her green eyes only glanced up for a second when Steven offered to shake hands.

Steven thought about offering them a drink or beer but he got the feeling that Abigail would be more comfortable with iced tea.

Steven was glad that Diane felt his house a safe haven for her troubled friend.

As they were chatting, Diane’s phone rang. By the way she was talking, Steven was fairly certain that it was Larry.

Abigail sat wringing her hands while Steven made them all a glass of tea.

He didn’t really care for tea. But he had some that his aunt had made from Yalova Escort wild plants that she had gathered during a camping trip. It was minty and actually pretty good, as far as tea goes.

Turning his attention to Abigail, he offered,

“You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you need to. There are two extra bedrooms, so you’re welcome to take your pick!”

She spoke in a very soft and polite voice,

“I don’t want to intrude, but I would be most grateful, and I will be more than happy to clean and cook to earn my keep.”

“You don’t need to clean or cook,” He replied without thinking, “I have a cleaning lady that comes once a week, and, I eat out most of the time.”

Abigail had a slight look of amusement on her face. She was thinking that once a week was not enough. That’s probably why things appeared clean on top, but the bread crumbs that were sprinkled around the toaster had obviously been there for more than a week.

“Come-on, I’ll show you the house!”

He offered her his hand. She put her tea down on a coaster, and took his hand only until she was standing.

They walked through the kitchen, and living room, then down the hall. The first bedroom had a large window with a full view of the overgrown, back yard. A slight smile spread across her face.

“Will this do?” He offered, “It’s the biggest of the two bedrooms. But you’re welcome to use the smaller one if you prefer.”

“It’s beautiful!” she answered, “I don’t know how to thank you.” Wringing her hands again. She looked up at Steven, “I really do hate to intrude, but I have no other place to go.”

She dropped her head slightly, with a quick glance down. Clearly, she was embarrassed to be asking for help. Steven noticed her hands were shaking a little.

“Abigail, look at me” He politely said.

“It’s fine! I have lots of room, and I will enjoy your company. It gets pretty quiet around here.”

He grinned at her, trying to comfort her.

“When I’m not home it will be nice to know someone is here. So please, just make yourself at home!”

“Thank you!” She said again, speaking softly and sincere.

“If it will make you feel better, I’ll tell the cleaning lady that I won’t be needing her for a while.”

He noticed her expression change. There seemed to be a slight twinkle in her eyes.

“Thank you, it will give me something to do.” She replied with a grin.

They made their way back into the living room, where Diane was still on her phone.

“Do you have things to bring in?” Steven asked.

“I only have a small bag in the car, that’s all.”

“Well, let’s go get it.” he offered.

Steven closed the front door behind them and walked slowly down the walkway. Abigail followed about two steps behind him. Steven stopped before they reached Diane’s car.

There was a soft, warm breeze, and the only sound was an owl hooting from somewhere in the distance.

He turned and stepped closer to Abigail, took her hands in his and looked down at her.

“Abigail; may I call you Abby?”

“Absolutely, that’s what my father always calls me!” She grinned at Steven “I like Abby!”

“Okay Abby, I honestly want you to know that you’re welcome here, and I’m not just saying that to comfort you. I want you to feel at home and if there is anything you need, please let me know. Also; I want you to know that you owe me nothing. I have a good job and I don’t need money. Although, I could use a friend!

So if you don’t mind, let’s get your bag and tell Diane we are going out to dinner. It will make her feel good to know all is well between us.”

Abby smiled.

“Okay.” was all she said

They took her bag in the house just as Diane had finished her phone call.

“See ya later kiddo, we’re going out to dinner. Tell Larry I said hello” Steven winked at Diane.

She smiled and gave Abigail a hug.

“See, I told you he was a sweetheart!” She turned, winked back at Steven, mouthing,

“Thank you!”

Steven took Abigail to a small, quaint restaurant just down the road from his house. He ate there a couple times a week. Mostly because it was convenient. And he hated cooking, actually, it was doing dishes that he detested.

Over dinner, he did his best to laugh and joke as much as he could. He was intrigued with her and wanted to make her comfortable.

After dinner, they went back to the house.

He told Abigail to make herself at home and explained that he had to work in the morning.

“What time do you leave?” she asked.

“6:15. There are more blankets in your closet if you need them, and like I said, feel free to just look around and help yourself to anything.”

He went to his bedroom and crawled into bed. He laid there for a while thinking about Abby.

Abigail felt something stirring in herself as she fluffed the big pillow on her bed. She ran her fingers over the smooth sheets. They felt like silk, obviously a high thread count cotton.

She took her shoes off and set them neatly beside the bed. Yalova Escort Bayan She stood looking out at the overgrown yard before closing the curtain. Thoughts of Steven made her smile as she took her dress off and folded it before setting it on the large wooden dresser. She stood naked cupping her breasts, gently massaging them before she climbed under the blanket.

At 5:30am, he woke up to the smell of food cooking. He took a quick shower, got dressed, then went into the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Abigail greeted him, “Would you like something to eat before you go to work?” She asked as she wiped around the sink with a dish cloth.

She handed him a cup of tea.

“Whatever you’re making smells good! but I like coffee in the morning.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t drink coffee, I didn’t even think about coffee, how do you like it? I’ll make you some.”

Abigail apologised, as if she had disappointed him.

“Don’t be silly! I’ll make the coffee. And you really don’t need to get up and make me breakfast. I’m not used to having someone wait on me, you will spoil me!”

She watched him make coffee as she scrambled eggs and put some bread in the toaster.

Abigail, in her soft voice,

“I’m still in the habit of getting up at four in the morning. My father always got up early. It was my job to have breakfast ready for him and my two brothers by 5:00, before they went to work at the saw mill.” She smiled, reminiscing, “I had three cows to milk before feeding the rest of the livestock. It feels natural to have things to do early in the morning. To be honest, it’s my favorite part of the day!”

After breakfast, Steven thanked her, bid her a good day and headed out the door to work.

He called home around noon to see how things were going. Abigail didn’t answer the phone. He called about an hour later and still no answer. He was starting to wonder if things were okay. He left work about an hour early.

When he got home, he opened the door and was amazed at how clean the house was. The smell of something cooking filled the air. It was like walking onto a different house with all his stuff in it.

He found Abigail pulling weeds in the backyard.

She was wearing a long, yellow dress that looked like the same home-made dress from the day before. This one was thin cotton. It looked a bit worn and tattered.

As she stood up to greet him, with the sun behind her, he could see through the thin material. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could see the shape of her obviously firm breasts.

The sun illuminated the full shape of her body through the thin yellow cotton.

Steven was sure that if she realized that he could see what he was seeing, she would have been embarrassed beyond words.

She had been cleaning the brick flower beds that had not been cleaned since he moved into the house five years ago.

Abigail smiled when she saw him.

“Did you have a nice day?” Steven asked, Trying not to let his eyes drift up and down her body.

“I have not had such a wonderful day in months! I love growing flowers! I hope you don’t mind that I cleaned the flower beds.” She smiled and tilted her head in a cute, childlike manner.

“May I transplant some of the bulbs from the front of the house?” She asked as she rubbed her hands together, cleaning black dirt from between her fingers.

“I didn’t know there were bulbs in front of the house. Do whatever you want with them.” He replied, fighting himself not to look through the thin cotton dress between her legs.

He offered to take her to the nursery and buy some more flowers for the yard?”

“Oh, that would be fun!” She replied as she rubbed her hands together, still wiping the black dirt from her fingers.

“But a trip to the grocery store would be better. There is not much to work with in your kitchen!”

Steven couldn’t keep from looking at her butt and hanging breasts through the thin cotton dress as she bent to wash her hands with the garden hose held between her knees.

She was fucking gorgeous.

They visited for a few minutes before getting in the car and driving to the supermarket.

In the parking lot, she stopped and helped an elderly woman put her bags of groceries in her car.

In the store,

“Get anything you want.” He told her as he pushed the cart. At a leisurely pace they made their way down each aisle.

Abigail got flour, sugar, lots of fresh vegetables and fruit, a few different spices, dried beans, meat and a 20 lb. bag of potatoes.

She didn’t get any TV dinners or junk food, like most of the stuff that Steven usually bought. He was intrigued at how different she was from the other girls he had been with.

At the nursery she spent very little money. She only bought several packets of seeds. But she looked at literally everything, inspecting the quality and health of all the vegetable starts and flowers.

She was delighted and much more relaxed then the day before.

Back at the house, they carried in the groceries.

Steven Escort Yalova took a shower and put on some comfortable clothes.

In the kitchen he sat watching while they chatted and she quickly peeled potatoes.

“Abigail, I’m curious, If I may? How did you end up in Northern California?”

She didn’t reply for a moment, as if she was thinking about the question. Then she sat down across the table from him.

“My husband dreamt of leaving the Amish community in Montana where we both grew up.

I followed only because I was expected to abide by my husband’s will, no matter what it was. It’s the way of our people.” She shrugged her shoulders, “He left me because he was not content, and because I could not bear him children.”

She continued with her story but it was obviously a bit uncomfortable for her.

“Looking back, I don’t regret leaving Montana. But I do miss my friends and my family.

I know I’m naive to the ways of the world outside the small community I grew up in. But I am trying hard to adjust. Diane has helped me so much. I think she was the only person who understood what I was going through.”

“So; are you still married?”

“No. Our marriage was not recorded in the legal system outside our community, and since he abandoned me I’m no longer obligated to him.”

Abigail covered her mouth with her hand and giggled a little before saying, “I’m on my own now!”

“Steven; This is not easy for me to talk about. But I understand that you’re curious about me. You have helped me and you’re a good man. You may ask anything you want.”

She smiled at him as she stood up and went back to peeling potatoes. They chatted, mostly small talk and questions about each other’s lives, until Abigail sat a plate of meat, potatoes and gravy, and green bean on the table for Steven.

“Tomorrow I’ll make you something better!” She said apologizing. She sat waiting for him to eat.

Steven asked why she wasn’t eating. She explained that she was waiting to see if he needed anything.

He found it interesting, but explained that he would prefer she eat with him, and not feel that she was expected to wait on him.

She smiled but said nothing as she nodded and got herself a plate. Once seated, she bowed her head and silently gave thanks.

Over the next few days, things just kept getting better and better. She was starting to tease and joke back. She was quick witted to say the least.

Abigail spent a lot of time in the yard, his dirty clothes were washed and folded, good food waiting for him when he got home, and the house was spotless. Abigail felt more at home every day.

She became more desirable to Steven with every passing hour. Thoughts of her consumed his days when he was at work.

Friday morning, on his way out the door, he asked if she would like to go to the beach when he got home. Her eyes lit up.

“Yes! I have never seen the ocean, I would love to go with you!”

She paused a moment.

“May I ask you a question?”

“Of course! what is it?” He gave her his undivided attention.

“I was wondering if you and Diane were lovers?”

The question caught him off guard. But he answered in all honesty.

“Yes, we were lovers for a short time,”

“Do you still love her?” she asked.

“I will always love Diane, but I am not in love with her.” he paused for a moment, then said, “But I think I may be falling in love with you!” with a grin from ear to ear.

She smiled as she took an extra long look into his eyes, as if checking to see if he was joking.

“Well, gotta get or I’ll be late for work!” He told her.

The day went by slowly, he could not get Abigail off his mind. There was so much he wanted to know about her. She was really getting into his head and he wondered if Diane had planned this from the beginning.

When he arrived at home, he found Abigail in her yellow dress, her hair in a long braid that draped over the front of her shoulder. She was obviously happy to see him, and excited to see the ocean.

Steven changed into some comfortable clothes.

It was an hour drive to the beach. They talked and laughed all the way.

There were very few people at the beach and the weather was beautiful.

Abigail was mesmerized with the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves rolling in. The cool breeze that gently skipped across the water flicked at her hair like tiny fingers.

She sat in the sand, rubbing her bare feet and hands in it.

Steven walked back to the car to get some bottled water. Returning, he sat close to her in the sand.

After a short while, and he wasn’t sure why he even asked. But he did, and now it was done and there was no taking back the question. He just wanted to know.

“Did you and you’re husband have an intimate relationship?”

She didn’t answer for some time. Then she began to speak as she looked down at her fingers playing the sand beside her.

“I don’t know, I have nothing to compare it to. Our people never talk about such things.”

Her fingers gently digging in the sand.

“I was eighteen when we were married, that was four years ago. The day we got married my mother told me that I was to give myself to him freely, and whenever he wanted. Mother told me it was my duty as a wife.”

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A Wet, Wet Night

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Hmmmmmmm, this is hard . . . Let’s go back to that rainstorm. We’re driving around, because its the easiest way to be by ourselves, and its late at night. Dire Straits first album is on the CD player, and we are alone on the road. You lean over and unzip my pants, and I raise up enough for you to reveal my semi-hard shaft and balls. “Mmmmmm, that’s what I want” you say, and I answer with a heartfelt “Amen.”

Your head drops to my lap, and I feel your lips softly caress my cock up and down its length. Your tongue makes contact with the head, and an electric arc of pleasure runs up my spine. “God, I love your mouth on my cock,” I moan, and I take one hand off the wheel to feel your head moving up and down. As your movements become more insistent, my hand begins to grasp your hair, guiding you over me, and my hips begin pushing my cock deep into your waiting mouth.

Out of nowhere, however, a storm hits, and rain begins to pound against the car, making it almost impossible to see. You start to lift your head, but I’m too close to cumming, and I push you back down. “No, no, don’t stop, make me cum down your throat,” I groan as I look for a place to pull over. I see an overpass just as I reach orgasm. I bring the car to a stop, a little too abruptly, for obvious reasons, and my cock jumps out of your mouth just as I cum. The first stream catches you on the face, but then you quickly adjust and I feel that wonderful warmth around me as I cum again and again into your throat. I can feel you purr around me as I hold your head fast against me with both hands until I finally am done.

Now instead of holding you down, I guide you up to look at you. The expression of passion and lust on your face is heartstopping. I reach to gather the strand of cum off of you, and then put my fingers to your mouth, so you can lick it off of Trabzon Escort me. Just like a cat, your tongue slides out and around fingers, while your eyes never leave mine. As soon as you are finished, we kiss long and hard. Even as our lips meet, I start taking off your blouse.

When we stop to take a much-needed breath, I say “Let’s move to the back seat so I can have my turn with you.” You rise up to comply, lift up your skirt, and sit back with your head against the passenger side. You want to give me full access to your erogenous zones, so you lift one leg high against the seatback, and hook the ankle of the other around the head rest of the passenger seat. As I come around to join you, I see you holding one breast in each hand, offering them to me:

“See anything you like?” you ask with a comely smile. “Christ yes!” I answer, looking over your entire body with amazement.

I lean over and kiss you passionately, then slide down to your breasts, still held firmly in your hands. I bite your nipples, tugging on them with my teeth, and you squeeze your breasts hard in your hand to lift them higher toward me. You feel my cock against your belly, throbbing against your soft skin.

“Put your cock back in my …uhmmmmm … mouth.” The break in your request comes because I’ve put my hands over yours as we massage your breast together.

“My pleasure,” I pant, leaving a trail of saliva on your nipples and hands. I lift up to give you my shaft, and as I do, I notice that a few other cars have sought shelter and parked around us. A couple of guys are inside a car about 10 feet from us, talking. No one seems to have noticed us, and I see no reason to interrupt our fun.

“Suck on my balls, lover,” I say as your hand reaches up to grip my shaft. I lower myself over, hovering just above your Trabzon Escort Bayan waiting mouth. Its no easy task in the confines of the car, but I make do, maintaining my balance with one hand as the other slides behind your head to support it as you begin to bathe my balls with your tongue.

“Ohhhhh yeessss, that’s it, lick them all over, and stroke my cock …god that’s soo good!” I am always surprised by how completely you can drive me crazy. I lift your head higher and your tongue moves over my ass and then back to my wet balls, tasting them, sucking on them, and flicking your tongue all around. You seem completely happy to stay there forever, my little cocksucking, ball licking slut (and I mean that in the best way possible).

But I need to feel you, so I slide down your body and push my face right against your pussy. “I want you to drench me in your cum” I say, and then I go to it, my tongue right into the depths of your pussy, and one hand on your mound, rubbing your clit firmly. You moan hard, and begin grinding yourself against me. I can feel your wetness dripping around me instantly. Your pussy seems to grab at me, trying to draw me in further. You lift your legs even higher, wanting more.

That distracts me just a bit, so I pull back and tease you. “What, I’m not doing it right?” I ask with a wry grin. “No … yes … just come back! Come on!” you whine, and your hips keep moving like I never left. “Ask me for what you want,” and I wait patiently for you to form a thought out of the haze of wanton lust. “Fuck, come on, I need it!!” “Need what?” “Everything!! Eat me out, fuck my ass, fuck my pussy, finger me hard, anything, just do it NOW!” I can actually see your pussy dripping in anticipation, and I can’t help but notice that one hand has drifted down to it and is resting on your Escort Trabzon red clit. I think we’ve both suffered enough now. My dick is throbbing, and feels like its going to shoot without being touched.

“Oh, that. I can do that-I can do all of that!” And I begin to prove it, first by slipping three fingers into you, driving them back and forth, while I also start licking and biting your clit.

“Ooohhhh godddddd, keep doing that! Sooo good!” In other words, you seem content. I’m getting hotter and hotter, and start grinding my cock into the seat as I push my fingers deeper inside you. I take control, pushing your legs back so I can fuck your ass with my tongue, and once I get it wet, I slide a finger into you there to go along with the others in your wet, wet pussy. Your cum is dripping onto my face and down to your ass, making it easy to finger fuck you there. You start humping crazily up and down, forcing my fingers even farther into you.

“That’s it!! Oh, you know what I neeeedd … I’m cummmmiingg! Oh god,oh god yesss!!!” Jesus! I can feel your cum cascade over my hand and down your ass, onto the seat, drenching it.

“GGAAHHHHHH,fuuuckk yessssssss!!” you practically scream out as you push down hard on my fingers, driving them all even deeper! I can feel the ones in your ass and pussy almost touching each other right through your inner walls. I need to be fucking you hard right now. I let you ride out the last orgasm and then pull my soaking fingers out of you. Some of them have been wet so long they are pruny, like they had been soaking in a tub.

As I get ready to fuck you and myself into ecstacy, I put one knee on the seat, and feel that the fabric is so full of you that it practically bubbles as I lean on it. I need another way to do this. “Turn over, and lift that pretty ass way up in the air, lover” I whisper hoarsely, my voice tense from passion. As your ass comes up sensuously into my view, I see your pussy lips glistening just underneath.

My attention is suddenly drawn toward a motion outside, as I see something else as well…

To be continued…

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A Swan – Not an Ugly Duckling

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Beverly is a Beautiful Lady

Some people are raised in strict, loving and conservative homes. Some conservativeness is lasting and binding on young members of the family. Some conservative views, especially on dress, gender and sex are extreme — compared to today’s news and morals.

I was raised that way. My Mom wore her hair in a bun, and she wore ankle length dresses and skirts. She never wore makeup, and worked hard in an assembly plant in Georgia. Mom was a strict Baptist all her life. I’ve followed in her steps.

I always buy panties on sale, in a discount store, and with three or more in a pack. They’re plain white and waist high with a reinforced crotch. My bras are plain white, full-figured, and also bulk packaged. I buy my bras a size too small in chest and cup. My breasts are full, but the bra, always worn with a loose fitting top, holds them firmly in place against my chest. I’ve heard people comment that it was too bad that I didn’t have larger breasts.

My skirts are higher than Mom’s were, but still several inches below my knees. My skirts are always oversized, too, and I never wear pants. My hair is in a bun like Mom’s was. A bun is easy to wash, easy to set, and doesn’t draw attention t me after the first glance. I never wear makeup, and I work as a teller in a bank.

I’ve never been married, and only had a few dates — never a steady. I’ve never made love, or petted. I’ve never seen a man’s body except in billboards or on TV. I attend Church twice a month, and I’m lonely.

My desk is closest to the coffee machine in the bank. The newer girls and a few guys are the front counter tellers. I spend most of my time at the desk. People congregate around that coffee machine and they tend to distract me, although I try to ignore them. I hear all kinds of things from them as I work.

I hear about their dates, the new loves in their lives, the conquests they make, and their families and yes, even their sex lives. The young ones are the worst, but many of the older gals and guys are involved, too. Some have lovers in addition to husbands or wives. They don’t even know I’m around — but I am.

I have one good friend at the bank, and we talk at work and on the phone from home. She is a few years younger, but very competent. She’s also, marginally more sociable than I am. She’s had a few steadies, and even almost married twice. She tells me all about her dates and I always listen attentively. She uses a lot of “You know” in our talks. I told her several times when we first met, that I didn’t know, but she still asks. Last week the bank hired a new guy. He’s a good worker and handsome. He also introduced himself to me — walked right up and said “Hi! I’m Dave” bold as you please. What could I do, I said ‘Hi’ and went back to work. He’s been on my mind a lot lately.

I asked my friend if she thought a guy would ever ‘like’ me, and she said that if I dressed up they might. Three nights ago she came over and the discussion continued. She said that I was too quiet and that I had to dress more provocatively. She also said that I should get my hair done, get some nice heels, a tight dress, and sexy undies. She said that if I needed them, I should pad my bra. She also said that I should buy and learn to use some makeup.

You can’t imagine how insulted I was. I wanted to ask her to leave — but I didn’t. She used the makeup from her purse to show me some things about its use. She even told me what ‘colors’ to use and what part of my face I should emphasize as well as how to emphasize it. And then, she demanded that I release my bun. I did, and the hair cascaded over my shoulders. She took a hairbrush from my dresser, brushed my hair to straighten it, and then told me that I should always wear it that way. I listened attentively, and when she left I took a hot shower and washed it all off. While I was in the shower I decided to shave my legs (I started doing that after getting into Poison Ivy when I was about nineteen) — nobody ever sees them so I’ve never shaved them often. As I reached the top of my legs, I noticed the long black hair at my crotch and shaved it for the first time ever — what’s gotten into me?

When I’d finished my evening’s ablution, I wrapped a towel around my body and went into the bedroom. As I passed the dresser’s mirror, I caught just a glimpse of myself. I returned to the front of the mirror and studied myself. Would I look better in makeup? Would the guys like me better that way? I dropped the towel to the floor and studied my body. My breasts are not small I told myself, and if I wore clothes like some of those other girls, they’d see that I wasn’t small. I studied my body, turned and studied my profile, and then I turned around and picked up a mirror to look over my shoulder at myself. I thought my ass was fine, in fact I thought it better than many I’d seen. I reached around and with one hand pulled my cheeks apart — they were nice, too.

When I turned back around, I examined Malatya Escort my freshly shaved pussy. It had been the focus of my attention many times in the past when I felt life passing me by. I placed a finger on each side of it and raised it. It felt good and I stopped for a moment feeling how close my hand was. I moved back and sat on the edge of my bed and then lay back upon it while I brought my feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress. I spread my legs further apart and my knees spread. Slowly I began to slide my fingers back and forth along my pussy. I hadn’t done this in a very long time, but there was something arousing about its nude softness that I wasn’t used to.

Slowly I used two of my fingers to spread my lips and brought the third finger inside. I felt so good, and the warmth of the feeling radiated outward. I began to explore myself and found great pleasure. After a few moments I felt myself climax, but I wasn’t through yet. I brought my stronger right hand in and raised the fingers of my left to my mouth. I could smell the sweetness, and as my fingers entered my mouth, I began to suck them while imagining this all being caused by a nice man. He would stroke me like this, and I would shudder. He would place my fingers in his mouth and lick them clean.

Then he would feel the want to taste me and drop onto his knees on the floor at the side of the bed. He would lower his head to my naked pussy and begin with his soft tongue and lips. I would climax instantly, but he would ignore it and continue. Slowly he would warm and lubricate me with his tongue. He would raise his lips to my clit and suck gently while his tongue flicked and rubbed it. His hand would come up and his educated fingers would enter my pussy. His fingers would bend and find my sensitive G-spot and begin their work. In moments I would cum and then with his mouth I would cum again. He would quickly suck the juice into his mouth and run his tongue through it, savoring the taste. Now I climaxed on the bed, and my mind returned to my dream. I asked myself “Can I find him?”

Spent and feeling the best I have in months, I stretched out on the bed and began massaging my sensitive nipples. He would do this, too. He would bury his face in them and tweak and fondle one breast while sucking and licking the other. He’d be able to switch from one breast to the other so fast that I wouldn’t lose an instant. He would be able to make me cum just by attending to my breasts.

When he was through, and my body had begun to cool, he would lie atop me and let me slowly guide him in like this. And then he would begin to fuck me. He would be a magnificent and slow lover. He would know every part of my body and how to make love to it. After a moment, he would grab both of my cheeks and roll on the bed and put me on top. I would bring my knees up and back and rock on him while he thrusts and strokes me. His — cock??? — Mmmm yes that sounded nice. His cock would make love to me, and I would drive him out of his mind by loving him like no other lady ever had or will again. I filled my sheet with cum, and laid in it until I could catch my breath. I wondered again if I would ever find him, and if men would ever look at me greedily, wanting my body. I put a towel to cover the wet spot on my bed, turned out the light and slept better than I had in months.

As I listen to the gossip the next morning, I hear that the new guy is single and probably available. Two of the girls decide to compete and see who gets him. It’s as if they’re playing a game. You move, now it’s my turn. I’ve heard of it before, I mean I’m thirty four and I’ve heard a lot of things from other people, but this is the closest I’ve been to seeing it for myself. Don’t they care what he thinks?

As I left that evening, I had to go to a department store for a wallet. Mine was falling apart. As, I walked past the makeup counter, I noticed a saleslady demonstrating the selection and application of makeup. Should I keep on walking? Yes, but I was drawn to watch and listen. After her demonstration, most of the ladies walked away and left me standing alone, like an idiot. The saleslady spotted me instantly and hurried over. She asked if I’d seen their new line of cosmetics, and I said no. Before long I was getting my own demonstration, and she was applying some of it to me. I don’t now why I didn’t tell her to stop and then walk away, but I didn’t. Before long she produced a mirror and I looked. I couldn’t believe how differently I looked, and just then two high school boys walked by and whistled at me. I bought the cosmetic kit — it was expensive, but…

When I left cosmetics and walked to the accessories area, I passed more interesting items. A mannequin was displaying a bra and panty set. It didn’t leave much to my imagination, but again I was curious. I asked how much the set was. It was expensive. I asked the lady if she though they had my size. When she asked what size I didn’t know what Malatya Escort Bayan to answer, so she escorted me to a dressing room and asked me to partially undress. When she came back, she commented that I was a lot better ‘developed’ than she’d thought. She measured me and left and returned with a set. My hair is very dark and long. She told me that I would look best in either black or scarlet. I couldn’t wear something scarlet, could I? I chose black, and after I paid, I asked if I could wear it home. She was delighted to let me.

I couldn’t believe how brazen I was being. But, I brushed out my hair again, put on my new bra and panties and thought they looked okay — bikini breezy and daring, and revealing, but okay I guess. The saleslady again approached and asked if I’d like to try on a dress or skirt. Why not? — I may as well be damned and branded as a hussy, but I was covertly enjoying myself. I would never wear these things out of my apartment, but what was wrong with wearing them inside occasionally?

The dress she had me try on was black, low cut on my bosom, and the hem was only a little below my buttocks. She told me that I looked good and led me to a mirror outside the dressing room. As I was looking, I turned and tried to see myself from different angles. As I finished, and started back to the dressing room, a light applause rippled through the air. I turned to see where it was coming from and almost fainted. There must have been more than twenty five people standing and watching me. Some of them were ladies, but most of them were men, and one of the ladies asked the clerk to see the same outfit that the ‘model’ was wearing. I blushed deeply and almost ran to the dressing room. I sat in the small straight-backed chair for a long time — totally embarrassed.

It seemed a long time before the clerk came back to ask if I was alright. I tried to tell her how embarrassed I was and she just laughed. She said that I’d gotten more attention than any ‘showing’ they’d ever had. She said her manager came over and wanted to know what the fuss was about, and some guy told her how great their model had been. The store sold six similar dresses while I was in the dressing room, and then the manager came in and asked me if I wanted a part-time job. She volunteered to give me any dress that sold more than five copies after I showed it. What was happening to me?

Well, I redressed in my regular clothing and carried my new purchases out to my car. I lost track of time and must’ve been on autopilot all the way home. I went into my apartment and locked the doors. I cried for awhile and wondered if I could take everything back to the store. It was Friday night about six. About seven thirty my friend from the bank called and asked to come over. When she got there she was concerned about how I looked. I explained what had happened, and she thought it was not only funny, but was neat. She said it was the first time she’d seen me in makeup and that I really looked nice.

She wanted to see me dressed up, and after trying to change the subject, I finally agreed and went into the bedroom to change. Nosey her, she followed me in and watched while I put the stuff back on. As I finished and turned back around, she let out a low whistle and wanted to know which store I’d bought it in — she wanted one, too. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me and told her so. She wanted to bet that she was right. She dared me to find out how people reacted to the new me. I don’t bet, but her idea was intriguing.

She’d just bought a new mini-cam video camera. The thing was only half the size of a hardback book. She volunteered to go into a store behind me and film reactions to what I was wearing, and let me watch it afterward. She even dared me to leave off the bra and panty set, wear only the dress and high-heels. She would loan me the heels, and she wanted me to accidentally ‘flash’ the men in the store. She showed me how to do it without being obvious.

That night I made love to myself longer, slower and more thoroughly. I thought about walking out in public without a bra or panties and I was wet and thoroughly enjoying myself. My bed had another wet spot, larger, this time.

I don’t normally wear high-heels, but these were only a little over two inches high and they were comfortable. The next morning, Saturday, she came over and helped me dress. Then she checked her camera and we got in her new Honda CR-V. She laughed at the men in the street as they watched me step up into the Honda. She even got a couple of seconds of their faces on video, and she showed them to me that night.

We drove to a grocery store and I agreed to buy nothing that required refrigeration because we wouldn’t be home until later. She double-checked my makeup and we got out of the car. She got out first, walked around and had the camera mostly hidden while she filmed the area as I got out of her CR-V.

I walked into the store, scared almost speechless, Escort Malatya but feeling inwardly thrilled at the adventure. My friend followed me by only twenty feet. As I walked, she said later, no one even noticed that she had her camera out and was filming. Every male cashier and box boy, every man standing in line, and even some of the female cashiers and clerks along with all of the male clerks stocking the shelves, stopped what they were doing and their eyes followed my every move.

I stopped to get a grocery cart, but had trouble pulling two carts apart. Four men rushed to help me. I thanked them and two clerks asked if they could help me find anything. As I walked past a stack of potato chip packages at the end of an aisle, I stopped and picked one from the flavor at the bottom of the table. As I bent over, I let my skirt ride up as my friend had shown me. My legs were together, but those guys still got a show. As I stood again, I bent over to place the package in the very bottom of the basket, and those guys got a view from two perspectives. The first was of my breasts and the second beneath my skirt at the edge of my cart. I was getting very wet from the male attention I was receiving — even the realization that the girls were watching me added to the dampness factor.

As I turned, my friend was grinning from ear to ear and flashed me the victory sign. I was starting to get a ‘high’ from the act, the acceptance by my audience, and the thrill of knowing that men liked what they saw. This had never before come remotely close to happening in my entire life. I felt power now, and liked it. I confidently strolled through the market aisles and whenever I saw a decent looking man I paused and looked at the shelves. Depending on my mood, I would then bend over for something on the bottom shelf, stand high on my toes and reach for something on a top shelf, and then after retrieving an item I would face the man and bend deeply over the edge of the cart to place the item in the bottom. Sometimes I would stay bent over while rearranging items in the cart, and let the guy get both a deep view off my cleavage, but also of the bared cheeks of my ass — with maybe a taste of mystery above the start of the cheeks. I hoped he couldn’t see how wet I was — or maybe I really hoped he could — I was confused by the attention.

We traveled the store and sometimes gave and filmed a show to the same guy more than once. Finally, tiring of the game, I waved my friend over and we pushed the grocery cart to the side of an aisle and left as quickly as we’d come into the store. After we were safely back in the CR-V and driving away, we broke into uproarious laughter at the episode. I took some tissue, turned away and wiped myself dry.

Next, we went to the mall, and innocently repeated the show for nearly every man walking through. I was now being more creative in my show. One time I raised my leg and rested my foot on a brick flower enclosure in the center of the mall. When I raised the foot, the bricks were so high that my knee raised the skirt above the level of my crotch and several men sitting along the side of the mall gazed appreciably and excitedly at my shaved mons.

The entire day was spent traveling and showing, and I was amazed at the attention I drew from men and women alike. My friend, while driving late that afternoon, asked if I didn’t think it would be fun to have all those guys lined up and wearing no clothes, dicks at attention, and us walking the line selecting who we wanted to be with. Eventually I had decreased the wetness factor between my legs, and could go longer without the tissue.

I was silent for awhile. Finally she asked why I hadn’t answered, and started to repeat the question. I was embarrassed, and stopped her. Finally, I apologized and slowly explained that I’d only ever seen a man’s penis in pictures — and only a few then. I told her that I dreamed about them and was fascinated by them, but I’d never actually seen one. She had trouble accepting this at first, and wanted to know if I’d ever slept with a man.

I told her that if I had, then I certainly would have gone looking for the penis — and probably studied it thoroughly. She didn’t believe I was a virgin. After a few more minutes of silence, she asked if I’d ever seen an x-rated movie. I told her no.

Now, she had an idea, she was going home and then we’d drive over to my apartment. I had not idea what her ‘idea’ was. When we got there, she ran inside for just a minute and ran back carrying a black plastic bag that she tossed into the rear seat.

When we finally got home, I told her to make herself home and I’d be right back. It was after eight, and I wasn’t going back outside tonight. I carefully removed my clothing, folded them and put them away. Then I put on only my long white terry cloth robe and returned to the living room. I asked if she was hungry and she assured me that she was — we hadn’t eaten all day.

I fixed some sandwiches and decapped a couple of cokes and returned. She was sitting on the couch with the TV on and a remote control in her hand — talk about a couch potato? When I’d set the stuff down and sat at the other end of the couch, She turned and asked if I wanted to watch a movie.

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A Trick or Treat to Remember

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My wife and I have been married for a bit over ten years. We’ve always had a good relationship, but both of us have felt like the sex life had gotten a bit routine. Maybe that’s partly having to raise kids, maybe it’s because both of us work, who knows. All I know is both of us have felt like things had gotten too routine, and both of us wanted to find a way to fix it. We spent one night without the kids, just talking about fantasies, and exploring what each other thought was provocative or interesting, from the relatively benign, like clothing, to the extremes.

We had started some role playing and such, but were just really starting to touch into the fantasy world, when one night I came home to what appeared to be an empty house, except for my wife, who was stretched out naked on the kitchen table, surrounded by small dishes of foods. We spent an enjoyable and sexy night eating the various dishes, some of them off her hot body, others that I fed to her. Of course there was plenty of really good sex to go along with it. But since that incident a couple months ago, she hadn’t really done anything and I wondered if she were having second thoughts about it all.

Now, my wife is a real reader, and I suspected she had every book on how to spice up your relationship that the self help aisle had in it. I doubted that there was a page that was left unread. When I walked in from work the one thing that stood out was the complete lack of the books laying around the house. Usually there were piles of books sitting around everywhere. Not just her self help books, but books of all kinds. Every pile of books, which other than kids toys, were the only real clutter around otherwise clean house, were put up in a book case in the livingroom. That in itself was a bit odd. What was even more odd was the clothing bag hanging in the hallway that contained what appeared to be a roman soldiers costume.

I was greeted not by her normal quick peck, but a hot wet kiss that I learned a long time ago meant “I’m horny as hell!” I didn’t even have time to ask what was up before she announced that we were going to a party, a Halloween party of all things. I asked about the kids, and she told me that after trick or treat she would take them to her mothers, and right after that we would go to the party, so we might as well wear our costumes for trick or treat.

After a quick dinner, we got the kids ready and then went into our room to dress. She insisted that I wear the outfit without underwear, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable, but one look at her outfit and I quickly agreed. Her outfit, which was a female Zorro getup, was made up of knee high black boots and a pair of skin tight pants that made her ass and legs look spectacular. Her top was an even bigger surprise. I really couldn’t believe she was planning on going out dressed the way she was. The top was incredibly tight over her breasts, which since she got pregnant were now a nice full thirty eight D. In addition to tight, the thin , low cut, bare midriff top made her lack of bra obvious and her hard nipples stood prominently out inside the thin material. I doubted anyone would be watching the kids when she went to the door. She spun around and showed me that the back was almost non-existent, with the shirt scooping down in the back until it was only a strap a few inches wide holding the stretchy, skin tight material to her breasts. She finished off the outfit with a black sash type mask and a large hat with a flat round brim.

“DAMN!” I said quietly as she turned for me and then strode over to me, sliding a hand up my leg and under my skirt to my quickly hardening dick. “You really going out in that?”

“You like?”

“Hell yes!” I answered enthusiastically.

“Good. I hoped you would.” She said as she stroked my dick slowly. “I want you really horny for later. I have big plans for this.”

“We don’t really have to go to the party. We could just stay here.”

“uh uh uh. You’re just being a bad boy now. No, the party is definitely on.”

“Ok.” I said raising my eyebrows. She hadn’t ever gone out in public in anything even remotely this revealing, so I was willing to go along with just about anything she wanted to do.”

“I think I’ll take the kids. Why don’t you man the door and hand out the candy?” she said as I stroked the smooth material stretched over her tits. If you couldn’t tell I’m really a tit man at heart.

“Sure if you want.” I said, somewhat disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to parade around town and maybe grab a bit of ass or more in the dark.

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t even think about it.” She said with a grin, letting go of my hard dick and heading for the bedroom door.

I really didn’t have any more chances to try to feel her up before the doorbell started going off. She slipped out with the kids, blowing me a kiss before disappearing into the dark while I handed out little candy bars to the kids.

It was almost an hour into the Mersin Escort trick or treat time and the partly cloudy sky was just beginning to glow from the rising nearly full moon. I had been handing out candy pretty regularly and was not the least surprised when the bell rang yet again. I opened the door and leaned down to give out the candy and froze in mid motion. Standing on the doorstep was a woman in a nearly identical zorro outfit. After a very long double take, I handed out the candy, doing my best to not take my eyes off the raven haired beauty standing in the pool of light in front of me.

She was a bit shorter than my wife, and her skin color and features were definitely south of the border, probably really Mexican or south American. Her shoulder length black hair flowed over her shoulders, which were barely covered by the skin tight bare midriff top. Her simply fantastic tits were even larger than my wife’s, each the size of a good melon, and as I stood and stared, I could see her nipples harden slightly, each easily the size of a nickel in width.

“Gracias Senior.” She said with a smile as she ushered her two kids off the porch. She looked back and winked at me as she walked down the walk, leaving me staring at her retreating back and swaying hips. If I didn’t know better I’d say she were making them swing even more just for me.

I finally stepped back and closed the door, only then realizing that my hardening dick had tented out my “uniform” until it was obvious even to me that she had to have seen it. I shook my head and tried to put her out of my mind, but each time the bell rang her hot body flooded my mind.

Finally the bewitching hour ended, and according to the rules we were to put off the lights and stop handing out candy. There were a few kids who came to the darkened door. The first few I gave candy to, and then started to ignore the bell. My wife called my cell and said she would be walking the kids to her mothers and then be home. I settled in to wait, thinking of partly her and partly the raven haired Mexican that had shown up. Wearing only the skirt type uniform I soon found myself unconsciously stroking my hard dick as I thought about the two of them.

The doorbell rang once again, and I sat and ignored it. Three more times it rang, each time with apparent growing urgency. Finally in frustration I got up and walked to the door, opening it expecting a bunch of kids. I froze in my tracks for the second time that night surprised at seeing the female zorro again. She stood on the step, illuminated only by the light flooding from the doorway, alone.

“Please would you help me?” she asked with a distinctly Spanish accent.

“If I can, what’s wrong?”

“My car will not go, and I need to call?” she said animatedly.

“Um sure. Come in.” I said stepping back and holding the door open. I led her to the phone in the kitchen. She dialed a number and talked in rapid fire Spanish to the person on the other end

“Where is theees?” she asked, holding the phone to her chest to cover it. I gave her the address and she rattled it off to whoever was on the other end, partly in english and partly in Spanish. She listened for a few more moments and then replied what I presumed meant goodbye before hanging up.

“Help will come soon.” She said with a smile. “I go wait outside.”

“In the dark? No no. I think you should wait inside until help gets here.”

“It ees ok with you wife?” she asked pointedly.

“Sure, no problem. She’d probably kill me if I put you out in the dark anyway.” I told her with a chuckle. “Come on, we can watch some TV or something.”

I led her back to the living room and plopped on one end of the sofa facing the big screen tv and turned it on while she sat down gingerly on the other end of the sofa. I found a good sci-fi movie and sat back to wait.

We sat for some time before she took her hat off and set it on the arm of the sofa, shaking her head to fluff her hair and then pulled the black mask off of her face. I looked over and was stunned by how beautiful her face was, but what was most noticeable were her deep emerald green eyes. I couldn’t tell if there was any makeup or not on them, but I couldn’t take my eyes from them. I stared at her as if I hadn’t ever seen a woman before, and she looked back almost coyly.

“You look at me a very long time.” She said quietly.

“Um sorry. I guess, well, you have such beautiful eyes.”

“You like them? Some men say I have bedroom eyes. Do you think I have these bedroom eyes?”

“I would have to say you definitely have bedroom eyes.”

“Tell me, what does it meeeen, bedroom eyes?”

“Well, it means, um. It means that they say you want to…” I said stopping mid sentence.

“It meeens I want to what? Take you and make mad sex with you?” she asked with a giggle.

I nodded sheepishly.

She turned on the sofa and lifted her legs and rested her booted feet on my Mersin Escort Bayan lap. “Most men think my breasts are my best part. What do you theenk?” she asked gently stroking a finger across the front of one of her breasts, letting it bump across one of her hardening nipples before she stared drawing slow circles around it with her finger.

“Um, I think… I mean… Yes you have beautiful breasts.” I answered, feeling a bit embarrassed and guilty at the same time. I was terribly attracted to this woman, but at the same time, I was very afraid of what Tina would say or think when she came back from her mom’s.

“You think they look nice? I think they are maybe too big?” she asked as she reached for the bottom of her top and slowly pulled it out and up, letting the stretchy material bunch up over the top of her large firm breasts. They were even more fantastic looking naked than they were covered. Each breast was easily the size of most of a cantaloupe, equally firm and round as well. Her nipples were nickel sized, sticking out a good half inch, and each one was perfectly centered in the middle of a darker areola that was several times the size of the nipple. She slowly stroked her fingers across both her breasts, teasing her nipples even harder while she smiled and looked at me. “I theenk you like how they look.” She said pressing her boot against the tent my dick was making in the skirt thing I was wearing.

“Um… yeah.” I answered dumbly, staring at her nipples growing fatter and harder, just dying to suck on them.

She moved her hands behind her and pushed herself across the sofa, letting her legs hang over mine until she was sitting almost on my lap. She reached for my head and wrapped one hand around behind it and gently pulled it toward her tit. I let her pull me down until I could suck her luscious nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around it while she pulled us down slowly. I ended up lying on the sofa next to her, sucking eagerly from tit to tit with abandon while she moaned and stroked my hard dick with her hand. As suddenly as it started, she stopped it, pushing me away from her and standing up in front of the sofa.

She stood there with a devilish smile on her face, looking down at me for several seconds before she reached up and slowly pulled the shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. With her now naked above the waist she stepped one foot up on the sofa in front of me and slowly slid the zipper of her boot down her leg, slowly pulling the boot off and letting it drop from her hand. She repeated the process on the other foot, leaving her standing in nothing but the tight black pants. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants, and slowly pulled them down, revealing more and more of her perfect body with each passing second. I watched in fascination and lust as her bare mound slowly came into view, followed by her meaty pussy lips. She spun on one foot and bent over, sticking her ass out toward me as she slowly pushed the tight pants down her legs. She stepped slowly out of them, letting each foot settle on the ground farther out from her body. She bent over farther, reaching between her legs and gently stroking her fingers between her lips, drawing her wetness out with her soft flowery inner lips.

“Tell me. Would you like to taste me? Make love to me? Steeek your hard fat dick into my hot wet pussy?” she asked seductively.

“God yes.” I mumbled as she turned to face me, moving one hand to her tits and gently stroking them while her other hand stroked her pussy lips.

“Then maybe you should undress me too.” I heard my Tina whisper from behind me.

Shocked I turned on the sofa, my heart in my throat as I realized I was just telling a strange naked woman I wanted to fuck her, and I did it in front of my wife.

“Relax lover. This was my idea. Tonight you get to experience one of your fantasies and help with one of mine at the same time.” She said as she reached for the buckle holding the top of my outfit. She undid the clasp on my right shoulder and pushed the material off my left shoulder. Zorroette reached a hand out and took one of mine, slowly pulling to get me to stand up. Tina stepped around the sofa, while Zorroette pushed the material of my costume down over my waist and let it slide to the floor. “This is Maria. She has agreed to help us both out tonight.”

Maria stepped close to me and gently kissed me on the lips while she pulled Tina closer to the two of us. She broke the kiss from my lips and turned her face to Tina, pressing her wet lips against Tina’s. As she kissed my wife, she moved my hands to Tina’s top, pressing my palms into her hard nipples poking through the material. While the two women kissed sensuously I pushed Tina’s shirt up over her tits and leaned down, sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I continued to suck on her tit while Maria broke her kiss and knelt down in front of her. I watched Maria work while I licked Escort Mersin and sucked first one nipple and then the other. She pulled Tina’s knee high boots off and then moved her hands to her legs. She gently pushed me away from my wife, pushing me toward the sofa, clearly wanting me to watch for the moment.

Maria stood up and ran her hands up my wife’s sides, letting her fingers tangle into the shirt and pushing it up until my wife lifted her arms and let her pull it all the way off. Maria stepped against my wife’s body, bringing her hands down behind her back and pulling them together. I watched as she gently moved her body back and forth, rubbing her hard nipples back and forth across my wife’s bare tits, making their nipples bump across each other. I heard my wife moan gently as she bit her lower lip, clearly enjoying the sensation. While she stroked their nipples together, Maria lowered her hands to my wife’s waist and untied the strings on each hip. I watched, filled with lust, as Maria slowly sank to her knees, her tits rubbing down my wife’s body, pushing her tight pants down over her hips as she went.

I watched my wife’s creamy skin appear inch by inch, a stark contrast to Maria’s darker skin and the black of her pants. Maria sank slowly to her knees, pulling the pants down ever farther, uncovering my wife’s neatly trimmed brown bush and then her clearly wet pussy. Maria helped my wife step from her pants and then gently pushed her back until she had nowhere to go but sit on the sofa next to me.

Maria smiled at the two of us as she sank down between my wife’s legs. She lowered her face to my wife’s curly brown bush and kissed her way across her mound and down her right thigh. I watched as she kissed and licked across to her other thigh, each spot along the way getting a gently wet kiss and soft lick with the tip of her tongue. Only after she had worked my wife to the point where she could hardly sit still, Maria let her tongue slip between my wife’s wet pussy lips. She pressed deeply between them and licked up until her tongue found my wife’s hard exposed clit and flicked across it, bringing a sharp squeal of surprise and pleasure from her lips.

I watched Maria slowly work my wife’s pussy, getting hornier and hornier with each passing second. Finally unable to stay out of it any longer, I stepped behind Maria and knelt down, reaching out and gently stroking her pussy.

“Oh yes. Fuck me!” Maria demanded as she pulled her face from between my wife’s legs briefly. She didn’t have to tell me twice, and I quickly moved myself behind her and rubbed my engorged head up and down her wet pussy, spreading her juices across my head. I heard Maria moan as I slowly pushed my dick into her, my fat head expanding her wet tunnel as I eased into her. I continued to push until my hips were touching her firm round ass, and then slowly stroked back out, stopping with just my head inside her. I pressed quickly in, slapping my hips into her ass and bouncing her whole body.

Maria moaned into my wife’s pussy, and my wife moaned and thrashed on the sofa as I stroked into Maria with abandon. I really didn’t want this to end, but I also was too turned on to stop myself. With a jerk and a loud groan I started squirting my cum deep into Maria, my dick pulsing with each new shot of cum.

Maria trembled and squealed as her orgasm washed over her, triggered by my shots of cum deep in her pussy. Her whole body twitched with each shot of cum that pumped into her, her orgasm slowly passing with mine. She quickly went back to licking my wife’s pussy, driving her tongue deep into her pussy and flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. My dick slipped from Maria’s pussy and I moved to the sofa, quickly sucking one of my wife’s tits, something that I knew she loved to have done.

Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, her whole body shaking and jerking as Maria assaulted her pussy and I worked her nipple, sucking it deep and flicking it with my tongue. She cried and thrashed in a stronger orgasm that I recalled her ever having before, her whole body showing the effects for nearly a full minute before she finally slumped down in exhaustion.

Maria slowly crawled up her body, kissing her way up and dragging her big tits until she placed her lips over my wife’s panting lips, sharing her own pussy juices with her as they kissed. Maria embraced her for several minutes before she shifted her kisses to me, pulling me closer to the two of them and using one of her hands to draw one of mine to one of her firm breasts. Once I was engaged in squeezing her breast and teasing her nipple, she moved her hand to my wife’s, drawing it toward her pussy. I felt and heard her moan into my mouth as my wife slipped a finger between her lips and stroked it slowly up her slit and across her clit.

“Let’s go the bedroom.” My wife said after several minutes of this attention to Maria’s body.

“Yes.” Maria said quietly, pushing herself away from the two of us and holding her hands out for us. We each took a hand and allowed her to pull us up, and then led her to our bedroom and king sized bed. Maria crawled onto the bed while my wife switched the main light off, leaving on only a small dressing table light bathing the bed in a soft glow.

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A Tasty Treat

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Lying in bed, naked, next to Barbara was a great place to be. As far as Jon was concerned, she was the sexiest woman in the world. He couldn’t ever really stop thinking about her. She of course was lovely and kind and nice and smart and all of those great things. But when she was naked, he never could really think about any of that. When she was naked, he pretty much only though about her…naked. She was naked, he was naked, they were in bed. He was gently rubbing her back and they were chatting about something or other. He was horny and he knew she was horny.

Rubbing her back was great, but that of course was not what either of them really wanted. He moved his hands down her back, grabbed her cute little ass for a quick squeeze and kept his hands moving down and around until he found what he wanted…her pussy. What an amazing and sweet thing it was. He loved her pussy and touching it made him happy and horny, but what it did to her made him even happier. He loved giving her orgasms. Knowing how great it made her feel excited him. And giving her orgasms made him feel great too.

If it was up to him, she’d have an orgasm every day. Actually, that’s a lie. She’d have several every day. Massaging around her pussy and sliding his fingers inside, he felt her muscles tense. As much fun as this was, without a doubt, his favorite way to ensure her orgasm was with his mouth. Jon’s tongue, Barbara’s pussy; it was a perfect match, and that’s what he was thinking about now.

Continuing to finger her pussy, he started to shift his body and move his head a little lower in the bed. She touched his head and shoulders as he moved lower and lower. Barbara may look cute and innocent, but it was obvious that she knew what Jon was planning. And he knew that she loved it. But just as his mouth almost reached her pussy she grabbed his head and said, “Stop.”

He was confused. Why should he stop? Did he do something wrong? No. She followed up with, “I want to make love to you…now.”

Well, he couldn’t argue with that. Moving up in bed he kissed her stomach, then her chest, then each supple breast, then each supple breast again. It was hard to stop sucking on her nipples, but as great as sucking on her nipples was, making love was even better. As he let a nipple slide from his mouth, she pushed him aside and onto his back. Just as quickly she straddled him, one leg on each side. Kneeling above him, her pussy hovered just above his dick. He couldn’t help but stare at this beautiful girl, naked and on top of him. He was surely the Maraş Escort luckiest man alive. And right about now, it also seemed that his dick was the hardest dick alive. Leaning forward to kiss him with her breasts pressing into his chest, she reached one hand down and deftly guided his dick inside of her.

Warm and wet, her pussy welcomed his dick. Deep inside of her, he felt his dick grow. As hard as his dick was just seconds ago, it hardened even more. As she sat straight up, her muscles contracted and squeezed his dick. His hips thrust up while hers thrust down. Together, their movements worked in unison to guide his dick deeper and deeper inside of her. He now sat up so he could hold her. His arms hugged her tight as he penetrated her. Up and down, and up and down, she bounced on top of him. Each of her movements was matched by one of his. Her pelvis grinded into his groin and his thrust into hers. Each movement increased their mutual pleasure. He knew he couldn’t last much longer. Inside of her, he felt his dick throb; he knew his orgasm was not far off. Holding her tight and pressing her pelvis into his, with one powerful thrust, pleasure enveloped his body and cum exploded from his dick. As they continued their rhythmic motions, his dick continued to pulsate with pleasure and her pussy continued to fill with his semen.

Their movements continued for some time, but eventually started to slow. Sex was amazing and his orgasm was complete. His dicks main goal in life, to fill his wife’s pussy with hot and sticky cum, was accomplished. He knew he felt great and he knew she felt pretty damn good too. But he also knew that while his orgasm was amazing, she had not had one. He realized that this less than ideal situation actually presented a great opportunity. She had surprised him earlier when she told him to stop and so now it was his turn to surprise her. They were hugging and kissing and he could tell that she was about to move away from straddling him. As she shifted her weight slightly onto one of her knees, he said, “Stop.”

Surprised she looked at him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

Barbara answered, “I thought we we’re done, I was going to lie down next to you.”

“You might be done, but I’m not,” Jon replied.

She didn’t know exactly how to reply. While she thought of what to say, he laid back down and took her hands to guide her to him. “What do you want me to do?” she finally asked.

“Nothing,” he replied, “well, nothing much.” Lying on his back, she was still straddling Maraş Escort Bayan him, his dick still in her pussy. Staring up at her, this gorgeous naked girl to whom he’d just made love; it was a beautiful site. He let go of her hands and stretched to reach around her and grab her ass. Squeezing her ass was always fun and so he did. He kept both hands firmly attached to her ass and pulled her towards him. She rose slowly and his now less than hard dick slid out of her pussy. He continued to move her body higher in the bed and closer to his face. Her pussy inched its way up, first hovering over his abdomen and then his chest. As she moved, he could feel a few small drops of their combined love juices fall onto his body. A small portion of each drop was hers but most was his. Each little drop that fell onto him excited him. He felt blood begin to flow back into his dick. Just moments ago it was mostly soft, but now it firmed.

He was still lying on his back and now her knees where on each side of his shoulders. Her thighs pressed into his chest and he could feel the warmth of her body. Her pussy was inches from his chin and in the dim light he could faintly see it – pink and wet and still mostly full with his cum; just the way a pussy should be. Firmly grabbing her ass, he said, “I think it’s time that I finally lick your pussy.” Not waiting for any response or even for it to sink in, he quickly pulled her to him, or more accurately he pulled her pussy to his lips.

Before he even opened his mouth, he felt a drop hit his lips. Licking them, his pulse quickened. Lifting his head slightly, he pressed his lips against her pussy, planting a little kiss and taking a little taste. He knew the taste of her pussy well, and in fact it was his favorite flavor in the world. But despite the hundreds of times he’d tasted her, this was new. Not once had he tasted her after sex; not once had he tasted her pussy filled with his cum. It was different, it was a little odd, and it drove him crazy.

Her pussy was always wet when his mouth was near, but it wasn’t simply wet now, it was flooded. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed her pussy. Cum that had been dripping from her pussy now flowed into his mouth. Cum bathed his tongue as he extended it to reach her clitoris. His tongue on her clitoris of course made her moan and shiver. Licking and sucking her clit only caused more cum to ooze from her. His mouth was now overflowing with cum. His nose, his chin, his face, his neck – all covered in cum from her pussy. He Escort Maraş had to pause a second just to swallow so he wouldn’t drown.

Yesterday he would have said that he did not enjoy the taste of cum. Yesterday he would never have thought about drinking his own cum. Today he couldn’t get enough. Swallowing his first mouthful, he opened again and more cum immediately flowed into his mouth. Opening wide, he again extended his tongue to her clit. Licking and flicking her clit with his tongue, he felt her muscles tense and heard her moans increase. He loved her clitoris and usually his tongue never drifted far away. But today was a little different. His tongue wandered a little south of her clit into her pussy. Not onto her pussy but into it. He extended it as far as he could. Penetrating her pussy, he dug as deep inside her as he could reach. A little sweet and a little sour, it was the perfect combination.

But he couldn’t linger inside for too long. He knew where his tongue really belonged…and it wasn’t here. So again he slid his tongue onto her clitoris. And almost immediately, he again felt her muscles tense. Soft and then hard and then soft again – he licked and lapped and licked. His lips enveloped her clit and squeezed ever so gently. As her moans increased, so did the pressure he applied. Tongue flicking, lips squeezing, and mouth sucking; he could feel her climax nearing.

Firmly grasping her ass with his hands, he pulled her closer still. Pressing her pussy into his face, his lips grabbed her clit. Kissing and squeezing and now even pulling and tugging. She no longer moaned, but screamed. He felt her entire body shiver with excitement. Pussy in mouth, hands on ass, he had to hold on tight to control her convulsions. Finally, everything broke loose in orgasms unlike any she had previously enjoyed. Every muscle in her body contracted and relaxed and contracted again in unison. With each muscle in her pussy participating as well, a flood of cum flowed into his mouth. Swallowing another load, he used his tongue to guide every last ounce into his mouth. He was amazed at how much cum she had. He had no idea that her pussy could hold this much. He had no idea that his dick could produce this much. He had no idea that he could eat this much. He was hornier than ever.

With her pussy empty and her orgasm complete, she moved from on top of him and rolled onto her side next to him. Looking into his eyes, she smiled and spoke, “That was amazing. I hope you enjoyed it too.”

He smiled back and replied, “Of course I did, but there is one problem.”

With a slightly worried look, she asked, “A problem, what is it?”

Trying not to grin too widely, he answered, “I loved your pussy. I always do. But the problem is…that now it’s empty. Maybe I can fill it again.”

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A Request for Shoes

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It was a warm and sunny June morning when you called. You said come over and I couldn’t drive fast enough. I thought I was over it. It’s been forever since I felt the flutters in my chest when I thought about talking to you. The intoxicating rush when we were together. All that was supposed to be left behind. Instead, I drove the twenty minutes south drawn on a taunt rope I didn’t fully understand.

Of course, you called me to help with some yardwork and other chores. I went down knowing that I would be part time labor and comedy relief. We had some laughs, fell into our casual rhythm of flirting and joking. We even got some work done.

It’s easy to have fun banter with you as I literally trim your shrubs and you discuss the girth of the rake handle. Your dazzling smile just enchants and encourages me. It was hot and

You bought Pizza for dinner. We ate on your porch chatting like always. Then a couple more hours of work as till the sun sank. I figured I was heading home, when you finally agreed to watch a movie with me.

“I can’t believe you want to hang out with me smelling like this.” You mutter looking at the dirt on your clothes.

“I like a woman who sweats.”

“But I feel gross. Mind if I jump in the shower?”

“Need company?” I offer.

“No thank you.” You gracefully decline. “Can I trust you to behave while I’m gone?”

“Tell you what, I’ll behave if you come out wearing your sexiest shoes.” I bargain.

“Deal”

So I wait. I flip through blithely through channels, I focus on not leaving the couch. I somehow don’t sneak into your room. I don’t peak. I behave.

“So what do you think?”

“Damn Baby.”

Your wearing thin shorts and a small tshirt, what you think is nothing special. It’s what I think is incredibly hot. The fabric hugs you. There is no point in trying to be sly. I openly admire your sexy show.

“Do you like the shoes?”

“They look great on you.”

You walk towards me, with mischief on your face. Your legs are long, leading up to the sexy thighs, your hips sway as you approach me. The shorts show me so much but I hunger for more.

“God you’re stunning. Turn around, let me look at you.”

You do a slow turn and look over your shoulder. You know what you are doing – what you are doing to me. You see my expression as I realize Kuşadası Escort you don’t have panties on.

“Something wrong?” You tease.

I stand up reach out and put my hand on your hip. You don’t move away. My hands slide to your hipbones and pull you gently back into me. You feel my breath on your neck and my hardness press against you. You suddenly inhale as my lips brush your neck. Your back arches as my hands slide up your lithe body. I gently kiss my way up your neck to your ear. I whisper in your ear.

“I love your shoes”

We both smile as I lay you down on the couch. My hand reaches under your knee and lifts your foot up. I run my fingers along the straps on your shoe, tickling you foot. You kick a bit, but my left hand has a firm grip on your ankle. I kiss your ankle just below my hand on the ankle bone. You stop fighting as I kiss the back of your calf. I caress your thigh with my right hand as I kiss the back of your knees. I have always wanted to touch your beautiful legs, and now I want to savor every inch.

I slide my right hand inside your shorts as I kiss down your thighs. Your wet lips part and my slightest touch. The tips of my fingers are wet now as I tease your petals. I kiss from leg to leg and you begin to lift your hips in reaction to my touch. My lips are kissing just outside your short while my fingers sofly slide along your moist slit.

You lift your hips so I can slide your shorts off your body. I return to your legs and you take off your shirt. I can see your chest heave, your pert nipples begging for my attention. In front of me your flower entices me. Finally I begin to gently kiss your mound. My hands reach up for your breasts. Your move your hips trying end my slow tease, but I still kiss just around your lips. You can feel me breathe on you. I watch you wet lips part as you rock your hips. Finally your moans and your sexy body are more than I can resist. I take one long slow lick up your delicious slit. Then another. You hiss in pleasure I put my mouth against your pussy, and slide my tongue inside of you. Rolling my velvet tongue around inside of you, my hands explore your curves. I begin to really focus my attention, passionately kissing you to give you pleasure. Teasing flicks followed by deep probing kisses.

I raise my eyes to watch you writhe, your Kuşadası Escort Bayan body glistens and undulates arousing me further, pushing me to give you release. Gently my tongue flicks your clit. I kiss around your bud while my hand slides down to rub against your flowering lips. I can hear desperation in your breathing; I lower my mouth and wrap my lips on your clit, sucking it, slowly running my tongue along it. I do this again, enjoying your reaction. As I do it yet again, I gently slide my fingers in you, gently rubbing your g-spot. My tongue on your bud, fingers inside you working in unison. Your hips buck, your thighs squeeze, but I focus on the pleasure, on your sexy body and the sounds of passion. My fingers tease and rub your gspot as my tongue dances with your clit. Circles, slowly, then faster again. You are getting close; I slow one more time to tease you, a happy smirk on my face.

“Oh god!” you beg.

Then I move quickly, simple motions, harder and faster. You moan and my fingers and mouth go faster still till I feel you tense as you let out a long moan. I slow was the waves of orgasm hit you. Easing I become more gentle with my touches on your sensitive body. I kiss your thighs, your hips and my hands massage your relaxing muscles.

Caressing your wonderful body, I look in your eyes. You look satisfied, but I still need you.

“Maybe we should find I bed.” I suggest.

You laugh and stand up naked except for the shoes. You lead me away while I enjoy the view of your sexy ass, your curved back. We walk near a wall on the way to your room and I put both hands on your hips. I pull you against me again. My arousal in unmistakable.

“I don’t want to wait that long” I growl into your ear.

I push you towards the wall. You understand my need. You place your hands on the solid wall and arch your back. Offering yourself to me. Your tight ass opened by the spread of your legs. In a moment my clothes are off and you finally see my thick cock. It juts out lewdly from my body swollen and eager. You reach back to stroke it, but I brush you away. I have to be inside you. I have to feel your tunnel spasm around me.

I press the head of my shaft against your slick pussy and sigh as your lips stretch to envelop me. I slide it in with a few short strokes, my head never leaving you. Escort Kuşadası We are both ready now, and I slide my hard dick into you, gently grinding as my hips press against you. Our hips make circles as I pull your body back into me. I slide my hand up and squeeze your nipples

You moan and I keep grinding into you. My cock buried in you. I slide my left hand down and slide a finger across your clit. You jump slightly but I hold you tightly. You can’t move away. You don’t want to move away. I am buried in you and your push back against me. I begin to slowly rub your clit. Our hips thrust together. Back and forth in time with my finger. I keep my shaft deep in you as the attention to your clit really begins to drive you wild. I begin rubbing you faster and faster as your hips push back into me grinding our bodies together. Your excitement only encourages me, as I begin thrusting in and out of you. Each stroke hits your G spot the head of my cock filling you. My other hand runs up and down your naked back leaving light nail marks behind.

You legs begin to buckle which only drives me in further. I brace you and nuzzle your neck.

“I want to see the sexy curve you your back, your ass pushing into me, the way you brush your hair out of your eyes and back at me needing more. I want you like this” I whisper to you.

You press your hands against the cool hard wall. Using it for support and to meet my thrusts. Your back arches. You look back at me. We lock eyes as I begin thrusting faster. My free hand grips your hip leading you. You see the mix of desire and adoration in my eyes. I smile then grind hard into you. You gasp and break eye-contact dropping you head down to focus on the sensation of our bodies straining together.

My hips begin slapping against you. Your body and sexy moans driving me wild, just the way you wanted. I keep rubbing your clit as your breathing gets faster and we both drive to climax. I piston in and out of you. You take a deep breath and then push back onto me taking me even deeper. Greedly you are fucking me. You need to cum as badly as I do.

Looking at your amazing body, your reactions to my touch is pushing me over the edge. “Oh god, I’m so close.” I mutter. You have an urgency too. Breathing and moaning in unison; the unintelligible sounds of passion growing in intensity.

And then the dam breaks. You shudder and I explode inside of you. I grind my hips into your while you melt underneath me. I run my hands along your curves as we come down together. I fall forward pushing your body into the wall. Panting. You turn you head towards me. There face to face we kiss.

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A Scenario

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He told me to write down a list of things that I wanted to try with him. I tried, but ended up writing a scenario that I would like to try with him instead. He’s at work, and is going to be off fairly soon, so I have to hurry if I want to set it up.

Instead of simply reading it to him, I thought I could best him one and simply do it instead. He’s always playing these silly kinds of bedroom games with me, and I think I’m beginning to catch on. I like how it changes things up a bit. This time the ball is in my court, and I’m going to take him to the hole, so to say.

The first step was clothing. I picked out my sexiest black bra and panties first. As I continued searching for what to wear, it occurred to me that I wasn’t going out, and lingerie would be just enough anyhow. Soon it would be no more than a floor decoration anyhow.

Once my entire bedroom was lit up with softly glowing candles, I needed some mood music. Ah, Barry White. I get chills when he talks. “This should do the trick for now.”

Earlier in the week I had bought some massage oils while I was shopping around the mall because I was thinking of my man. I’ve never had a better masseuse, and he could simply melt me with his touch. Add a little oil, and I should be in ecstasy. Now they sat within arms reach of the bed. I chuckled to myself as I arranged them neatly so the labels could be read.

Just as I smoothed out the wrinkles in the comforter, I could hear the clicking of his key in the front door. I shuffled quickly to the bedroom doorway and posed in a way that I had once seen on a swimsuit calendar somewhere. My legs were nearly shaking because I was so anxious for him to come around the corner.

There he was. I think he almost dropped his things when he first saw me. I know he dropped his jaw, anyway. “Whoa.” is all he said. A devilish smile came across my face as my finger lured him toward me.

In one swift motion his shoes were off, tie loosened, and keys on the floor. Our arms flowed around each others bodies as our lips met in a divine seal. I found myself walking backwards into the candle-lit room and towards the bed. Not once did our lips part, nor arms stop moving.

I could tell this was just what he wanted by the way his fingers pulled at my bare skin and his tongue explored my mouth.

His arms eased me backwards and down onto the bed, catching my head before it hit the pillow. I could smell his musky scent from having worked a hard day. He brought himself to be kneeling over me as my hands undid his tie. I dropped it to the floor and began slowly unbuttoning Kütahya Escort his white shirt. He just stared deeply into my eyes without saying anything as I worked down his chest.

When the shirt was undone, he pulled it to the floor, followed by his undershirt. My hormones went crazy as I watched his thin, but very well-toned form move to free itself from the shirt. My hands began wandering over his chest and abs even before the shirt was over his head, and I was already beginning to feel quite wet.

With his shirt off, he again moved to kiss me, and I dug my nails into his bare back to pull his entire body against mine. I wanted to feel his warmth and his stiff cock rubbing me through his pants. After a very passionate kiss, I again grinned and pointed to the massage oils lined out a few feet from us. Being a smart guy, he immediately moved from his spot to retrieve the bottles.

As he figured out which oil was best for what, I unhooked my bra and turned to my stomach. I had always wanted a full body massage, but until I met my man, I was too self-conscious to be naked with a guy. Now here I was lying topless on my bed, eyes closed, waiting for his next move.

The next thing I felt was a warm drop of liquid hitting me right between my shoulder blades, then sliding slowly down the spine of my back. It was a strange feeling, yet I also liked it. His hands both touched down at the small of my back, catching the drop, and spreading it outward along with the rest he must have put into his palms.

After showing my entire back some amazing attention, he moved to my left arm, right on down to each knuckle of each finger. Then he repeated the same for the right arm. I heard the squirting of more oil, and wondered where he would touch me next. Not knowing or looking was half of the fun.

My neck felt like it would melt completely off; it was so entirely relaxed from pressure in all the right places. From just behind the ears to the base at the shoulders, I was soon moaning out my relief and contentment without even realizing it.

I couldn’t believe how well he could read my mind as to what I had written out for him, but he was going along verbatim with what I had thought earlier.

As he moved his hands across my back once more he gathered more oil in order to massage my legs. Again he started with the left, rubbing every inch of the thighs that I think are too big, though he always says otherwise. My calves must have needed more attention than I thought, because it felt as though he rubbed out a few good knots which made them feel wonderful. Kütahya Escort Bayan My feet, although normally quite ticklish, seemed to be too relaxed to notice as his thumbs kneaded them to heaven.

I felt like my body was literally glowing as I rolled myself over once more to face him. I pulled his face to mine and gave him the most passionate kiss I could, feeling the muscles in his back move with his body. “Switch me.” I said, shifting so that he could lay in my place.

I knelt over him and began kissing at the base of his chin, circling my tongue with each stamp of my lips, gliding closer and closer to the top of his trousers. His stomach fluttered a little as my tongue caressed it, and I giggled a little to myself because I thought it was cute.

I looked up to his eyes as I unlatched his belt buckle and unbuttoned his pants. The look he gave me seemed to say “Do whatever you want to me.” And tonight I would.

He helped me a little when it came to taking off his pants, and removing his boxer briefs along with them. Already at a full erection, I continued my trail of kisses around his dick and to the tops of his thighs. He jumped a little when I licked the skin of his sack. I kissed every inch of skin I could find, save for his cock itself. By then it was twitching in anticipation. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it quite that stiff before.

My tongue danced along the bottom side of his shaft, and he grabbed two handfulls of comforter along with the sensation. As I played with the head in my mouth, I cupped his balls lightly and rolled them in my hand as if they were chinese meditation balls. He seemed to like it, because I heard a soft moan escape his lips. My man isn’t a very loud guy in bed, but if he makes noise, I know I must be doing something right.

As my left hand cupped his sack and my tongue rolled over and over the head of his prick, my right hand found itself stroking up and down at the base of it, in time with my mouth. I almost felt as if I was milking it, and it felt erotic. I wanted to milk the cum from his balls and swallow him down. He seemed to hear my thoughts, because he was soon rocking his hips in time with my rhythm as well.

I knew he wasn’t going to last long at the speed I was going, so I pulled off quickly and shot my mouth up to his ear, still stroking his meat. “I want to feel you fuck my pussy from behind, and I want it now.” I said. He likes when I tell him what I want, and especially if it’s dirty. I was feeling quite dirty by now, and I only wanted more.

He rose from his back Escort Kütahya and I knelt in front of him, ass up in the air. He grabbed my panties, and slid them quickly down to my knees, where I lifted them so he could pull the panties off completely. Grabbing a pillow to lay my head on, I could feel him placing his thick head at my pussy’s entrance.

I moaned loudly as he pressed against my tight opening with his cock. It yielded slowly at first, but I was already so wet that the lubrication sent him quickly to my insides. I gasped as I felt I was torn open, and yet my hips seemed to push backwards wanting more. With a couple slow pushes and a few more breaths, his entire length was within me.

My breaths were coming in heaves as I was moaning with every movement. I could feel every bit of him inside me, brushing along my most sensitive areas. At first he slid slowly in and out, running his hands along my back and around the tops of my thighs. The leftover massage oils kept my entire backside slick to his touch.

As he gained momentum, he leaned forward and grabbed a handful of my hair with his right hand and my left breast with his left. My back was arched from my hair being pulled back, and his cock was rubbing directly against my treasure spot. I was almost hyperventillating because my breathing was so erratic at that point, I could feel my orgasm running up on me quick.

His left hand squeezed hard on my breast and nipple suddenly as he thrust completely in me. I felt a rush of heat leave my chest and flow directly to my pussy as it exploded in orgasm, contracting over and over again, squeezing his dick and making my legs shake. “OOOOooohhhhh…” I moaned loudly as I think I ever have and then buried my face in the pillow.

He continued to ravage my cunt with his full length, though, and soon I could again feel the beginnings of another orgasm building up. We must have been on the same page, because he began letting out short grunts along with his deep thrusts, telling me he was soon to explode.

Again I was rocketed to ecstasy with another deep thrust within me as my body contracted yet again in orgasm. “I’m going to cum” was all he said then and I whipped off of him and spun around.

He began shooting his load before I could get my mouth to his cock, and the first shot hit my chest, followed by another on the cheek. I grabbed the base of his prick and sucked down the rest of his oozing cum, while the rest slid slowly down my face and chest. I just held him in my mouth until he could finally ease his muscles and open his eyes again.

He looked down at me with a very satisfied look and just chuckled a little.

While he lay on the bed, I drew us a warm bath and took a few of the candles into the bathroom with me. He wandered in when he heard me getting into the water, and we lay very relaxed in the calm water.

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