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It was one of the finest country homes Jules had ever seen. “Fine,” she gasped, “It’s all beautiful, but we were living near the best swinger’s club ever. You know, the one where we met?”

“Sure, Bobby’s Basement is a brilliant club,” Steve replied. “However to advance in the Paramedics I have to do time at a country posting. You know that.” He opened the sliding glass doors leading to the rear patio. “Come here and smell this air,” he said stepping out into the fading light of the afternoon.

Jules followed him out, she’d been following him since they met at the club. There had been many men in her life, they had said how beautiful she was and brought her expensive gifts. Steve talked to her and showed an interest in her life. That is all she really wanted from anyone and that’s what made him special.

Her eyes adjusting to the dimming light, she could see Steve leaning against the balcony with his hand outstretched invitingly. She stepped in close and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders like a scarf warding off the cold. “When we met do you remember what I was doing?”

A wicked smile shot across her face, “You were the main player of Bobby’s How Many Can I Do Game.”

“Right and who holds the record for that particular game?”

“You do my love,” she replied with wicked glee.

“Right again,” Steve said playfully slapping her arse.

“Assault is an indictable offence,” boomed a trained commanding voice. Mark stood near the sliding door, his muscular frame bulging in the Police uniform.

The three embraced comfortably with a relaxed familiarity. Steve stepped back still holding the shoulder of his long-time friend. Mark with one arm around Jules reached out to reciprocate his friend’s gesture. “Jenny can’t wait to see you both,” he said earnestly.

Jules stepped back to Steve’s side, playfully slapping his shoulder. “You never told me that Mark and Jenny were here.”

Steve smiled back, “There is lots more in stall for you.”

“I have to go,” Mark interrupted. “I have a few things to do before knocking off. I was just making sure that you had made it in alright and I would see you at the Tavern tonight.” He spun on the ball of his foot, with a parting wave over the shoulder, he was gone as quietly and smoothly as he arrived.

“So what’s this about a tavern?” Jules asked showing a growing enthusiasm for the country lifestyle.

“Ahh, the Silk Torn Tavern is famous around here. You’re going to love it,” Steve said with a boyish smile that hid his intelligence.

“Well, we’ll have to have a shower first,” she added with a raised eye brow.

Earlier in life Jules was a stripper and had learnt many ways of enticing and corrupting men. She turned away from Steve pulling the floral design sundress over her head. Throwing it over her shoulder she watched Steve’s eyes as they followed the dress down to her naturally beautiful arse. “Last one in, goes down first,” she giggled disappearing at the end of the hall.

Steve entered the bathroom removing the remnants of his clothing. Jules was already in the shower, water coursing down her delicate teenaged sized body. The end of her mousy brown hair teased her delicate nipples hard. She had one leg cocked up on a tap and was rolling her clit under her finger. He didn’t comment on her beauty, he slotted in under her and thrust his face into her pretty shaved pussy. Flicking his tongue in and out of her dripping hole, her fleshy lips rubbing against his cheeks. He could feel Jules building, her finger rubbing becoming more insistent. Reaching up he slid a single finger in her arse. She rocked as the orgasm erupted inside her, waves of pleasure spasmed through her body. Jules grabbed the back of Steve’s head holding the pressure against herself ensuring the last ebbs of the orgasm. After she finished rocking she put her foot down and helped Steve to his feet.

“Mmm my turn,” she said sinking to the shower floor. Holding onto the shaft Jules took the head into her mouth rolling her tongue around it. She swallowed his enlarged cock to the balls, repeatedly throwing her face against him with an unquenching thirst. Steve moaned, the enjoyment was all absorbing.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” he gasped trying to pull out of her mouth. Jules swung her çekmeköy escort arm around his back pulling his cock further down her throat. Stream after stream unloaded inside her throat. She swallowed past Steve’s pulsating cock, finally releasing her grip. Steve watch himself as he pulled clear of her mouth. She swallowed the last droplets of his cum smiling up at him. Steve pulled her up to his arms and they held for a moment before finishing their preparations for an evening out.

When they arrived at the country tavern Mark and Jenny were already seated amongst a group of strangers. Jules and Jenny wrapped each other up in a loving embrace. Jenny reached out and pulled Steve into the affectionate display. Mark not known for his patience called the group to order. “Righto, I’d tell youse to get a room but let’s do the introductions first,” he said. The three untangled and Jenny stepped back.

“Of course,” she said a little embarrassed, “Sorry, I have been hogging the newbies. We’re close and I haven’t seen them for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get that,” Mark butted in again. “Everyone this is Steve and Julie Borg. Jules for short.” The two newcomers were separated from the group, exhibited like prized trophies. With an open hand Mark pointed to a slender couple slightly older than the rest. “This is Renaud and Diane Adams, Ren and Di. They are the local shopkeepers. And this,” panning his hand across to the last two in the group. “Is David and Patricia Sorsen, Davo and Pat. They are the owners of this fine establishment.”

The group sat together eating, drinking and getting to know each other. Ren and Di had come from the Old Country and had been running various shops since immigrating. Davo’s father was a country publican and Davo just followed suit. Besides pubs had been good to him, it was behind a bar that he met Pat and fell in love. Jules remarked how open and talkative everyone was. She had been told that country folk kept to themselves.

“That’s what we want the townies to think,” Pat replied. “But once you’re in the fold it’s all fun and fairy tales.”

“Talking about fairy tales,” Mark’s impatience leading the group. “I think it is about time to take these two upstairs.”

Smiles broke out like a smiling contest had begun. Jules slightly confused turned to Steve for understanding. His gapping smile quickly leading her to the notion that a conspiracy was unfolding before her.

“I’m not sure what you are all up to, but I want you to know I am corruptible and I’m nearly always up for it,” Jules said adjusting her strapless dress revealing a Scorpio tattoo on her right breast. “I’m a Scorpio, when I get to hell it is going to burn a bit hotter,” she said proudly.

“Fuck this,” Mark spat out, picking Jules up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder. His bicep digging into her hip as he held her tightly. Storming past Jenny, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her along pounding a path towards the stairway. Mark bounded up the stairs two at a time with effortless strength. Jenny bounced on her feet up the stairs behind him like a ball in a sock and Jules slapped against his back like a wet sack, both giggling joyously all the way.

Mark’s frontal attack and hasty retreat had left the remainder of the group to sort themselves out. Pat held out her chubby hand towards Steve beckoning him. Pat was an average woman, though somewhat heavier than some, she carried it well with a confidence born from working behind a public bar. Steve being new to the group was feeling a little lost and was happy for the invitation.

Ren watched the two go, he’d had the hots for Pat’s roly poly body since he and Di brought the shop. Di looked at him with a knowing grin and nodded her head towards the direction that Pat had gone. Ren gave her a wink as he passed her on his way up the stairs.

The years had been stealing Di’s confidence, birthday by birthday. “Looks like you are left with the dregs again,” she said turning to Davo.

“You are not dregs,” Davo chastising her. “You are a beautiful and stately woman and I was waiting around to see where you were going,” he said softly putting his arm around her as they followed the others upstairs. The pair looked a bit of a mismatch, Davo was a short stout cevizli escort fellow and a head shorter than Di. However, he had enjoyed her slender body and slow curves for as long as Ren had admired Pat. The entire sordid affair was in actual fact a match of lust and fleshy pleasures, where each fulfilled their desires without the restraints or judgements of a morale society.

Mark turned into the hall at the top of the stairs entering the first available room. He let go of Jenny’s wrist allowing her to strip. Jules kicked off her shoes and pulled her strapless dress to her feet, walking on the spot walked out of her dress. As she did she unbuckled, unclipped and unzipped Mark’s heavy jeans. His solid cock dropped from his pants like a mighty oak just felled. Jules grabbed it with both hands and put the engorged head in her mouth. Rubbing her tongue around the base of the head she sucked on it, causing it to get even harder.

“Oh God,” Mark groaned. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he threw Jules onto the four post bed in the middle of the little room. Stroking his shaft, Jules gummed hungrily at the swollen knob caressing it with her tongue. Jenny had buried her face in Jules wet crotch and was licking her from arsehole to clit in a repetitive motion. Each time Jenny’s tongue flicked over Jules clit a small flood surged from Jules. The moisture flowing down between the cheeks of her arse like droplets of water between two rounded white rocks. Jenny slid three fingers into the soaking hole, Jules moaned around Mark’s cock.

“Come on baby,” he said to Jenny. “How about a swap? She sounds ready.” Jenny looked up at her pleading husband’s face, she nodded and moved to the side. Licking the remnants of Jules from her sticky fingers she watched as the two fuck beside her. Mark rammed his cock in, the heavy pounding rocking the entire bed. Though Mark’s huge member stretched Jules to the very limits of her sexual organs, she rocked back with the same ferocity. Her expression a confusion of pleasure and pain, an evil ecstasy that disturbs the depths of her soul.

Jules arched her back more and more with every explosive thrust. Mark hooked his fingers over her child sized shoulders and pushed himself harder into her. Jules orgasmed, a rush of endorphins swooning over her leaving her with an exhaustion drawn from complete sexual satisfaction.

Jenny seizing her opportunity pushed Mark on his back, his cock still hard and dripping with Jules’s orgasmic juices. Jenny slurped her favourite juice from her favourite cock until the taste had gone.

Now thirsting for her own orgasm she stood up and hunched over Mark’s cock. She could feel it grow with anticipation as she wiggled the enlarged head into her cunt. Jenny dropped her body weight taking his cock till their bodies slapped together. Mark groaned an almost angry snarl as he gave way to the pleasurable depths that only Jenny could reach. Pounding her weight down again and again crushing her clit between the two bodies with violent force. Jules watched her two friends bash out an orgasmic splendour of brutal lust. Both succumbing to the primal thrill of sexual conclusion before crashing beside Jules on the bed.

Pat led Steve and Ren to the next available room. The room had bed sized pillows and a couple of mattresses on the floor. The three stripped comfortably and nestled down onto one of the firm pillows for a solid session of pleasure seeking. Ren launched towards Pat’s bulbous bosom scooping them up and forcing the nipples together. He fit his mouth over them both and sucked, skating his tongue over, between and around the sensitive rosy buds.

Down at the other end Steve could tell Pat was enjoying Ren’s caress. Her legs stretched open exposing the glistening wet flesh within her hairy pussy. Steve held her lips open with his thumbs and began to lap at her sexual juice. Pat moaned an unashamed moan as she lay accepting the pleasure that two men created. Having two men sucking and licking at her naked flesh was an immoral fetish that she couldn’t deny. Ren squeezed more of her breasts into his mouth excess saliva tickling her skin. Steve pushed two fingers into her flooding pussy his tongue lapping at her swollen clit. Every touch sending waves of pleasure through her, erenköy escort each wave building on the last. The building erupting into a cascade of pleasure causing a tremble through her body that was felt by the two men.

Ren let go of Pat’s tits and shimmied closer to her face, his hard throbbing cock called to be sucked. Pat swallowed the entirety dragging her lips slowly back to the head lubricating the hardened shaft. Just as slowly she slid her moist lips back down the pole. Ren losing control, bent over her holding his weight with one hand and Pat’s head firm with the other, he pounded her face.

Steve fucked her hot wet cunt with a ferocity that match Ren’s. The men banged into her surrendered body each searching for that point in a lustful venture where a finale is unavoidable. Under their weight, Pat felt pleasurably used, a river bank slut abandoning all morals in the search for sexual glory. The three rocked together in a heaven sent splendour until the men sprayed their seed onto her naked body in an ultimate frenzied ending.

The mismatched pair had made their way to the last room at the end of the hall. Di was not so open with her sexuality and Davo knew this. They sat together on one of the many sofas in the room, Davo brushing back a few strands of silver lined black hair behind her ear. She tilted her head slightly showing more of her soft skinny neck. Leaning in he kissed her neck, his breathe felt warm on her skin sending an insignificant shiver down her spine. Davo slid his fingertips across her chest finally cupping her small delicate breast. He could feel her nipple harden under his grip.

Davo pulled her blouse off revealing her ever shaded breasts and their coin sized nipples. She flopped her head back against the sofa’s headrest looking at the ceiling and avoiding eye contact. He took her stiffening nipple into his mouth, sucking it for a while before sampling the other side.

Smiling, he gently pushed her over onto the length of the sofa pulling off her pants and underwear. Starting from her ankle he kissed and licked her carefully shaven legs. Di could feel a warmth building within her, growing with every touch of his tongue. He wandered into the cusp of her legs and licked at her yearning pink flesh. Finding the hooded clit, he sucked it into between his lips and rubbed the tip of it with his tongue. The warmth inside developed into a glorious fire searing at her insides with desire and lust. Davo sensing her needs from all the twitches and purrs stood and stripped. Di turned and draped herself doggy style over the sofa’s armrest. Climbing upon her, he thrust his solid cock into her wet unshaven pussy. Her tight pussy embracing him like no other he’d felt before. He clenched her slender waist gripping his fingertips into her exposed ribs for better leverage. He slammed into her unrelentingly. His cock pushed the buttons inside her and his balls slapped her awakened clit. Davo’s moans of entrenched delight only added to her pleasure. She reached her peak and orgasmed. The fire within extinguished by a flood of pleasure. She lay there waiting for Davo to finish.

He carried on enjoying her body oblivious to her orgasm, each thrust still touching those internal buttons. His stamina rekindling the warmth inside her. The relentless thrusting driving her to another peak, another orgasm. Davo continued his grinding thrusts, continued to push her buttons, over and over she cum. He could feel her wetness roll down his balls, his whole pubic region was drenched from her repeated orgasms. Sweat beads formed on his forehead, he could feel his heart beating inside his chest, his face flushing. From a hidden spot deep within him a lightning bolt release exploded free. The orgasm draining all the pressure from his body leaving a fulfilled satisfaction in its wake.

Di lay draped over the armrest and Davo fell back into a seated position. “You are definitely not dregs.”

Steve having finished the first encounter for the night went looking for Jules. He found the three lovers still on the bed chatting happily about future possibilities. Steve wiggled in beside his wife, “I feel I have been forgiven for taking you away from the best swinger’s club ever.”

“Club,” Jenny said jumping into the conversation, “who cares about a club. This whole town is full of swingers. All they do around here is work, drink and fuck. I haven’t had this much action since I gave up stripping.”

“There you go,” said Jules flashing her familiar wicked smile. “Looks like we have moved to Actionville.”

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Succumb to Temptation

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© blueeyeandy 2016

(Also published under the penname Shyblueeyes1968)

(FM, Older/Younger/Mature Women/Younger Man/Oral – Approx. 4350 words)

Note: Please do not place this story on any other website, without the express permission of the author, or as an absolute minimum, with the authors email address and homepage address. The use of this story and other stories by the author ‘Shyblueeyes1968’ for commercial purposes or other activities where readers have to pay to access the story, is strictly forbidden, without the express consent of the author hyblueeyes1968.

Revised September 2016

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Summary: A woman in her 40’s, attractive, divorced and deeply frustrated both sexually and emotionally, by the men in her own age group. Temptation comes knocking and she finally gives in.

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Brenda sighed deeply as she dropped her sports bag in the hallway. She’d just returned from her early morning swim. Damn, she thought, it’s not working. She’d hoped that a good long swim would release some of the frustration and tension that had been building up for past few days. It had worked briefly, but with the prospect of a long lonely weekend ahead she knew it wasn’t going to last.

She sighed again, well no good getting down about it, pull yourself together girl she told herself, and with that she walked on through into the kitchen. After all the rushing around and the little last minute panics of the past few weeks, it all seemed like an anti-climax. She filled a glass with orange juice from the fridge, then walked over to the kitchen window and gazed out of it.

I suppose I could catch up on the gardening, she thought. What with getting her son ready for his first year at university, she’d neglected the garden a little; well actually quite a lot really. She told herself aloud “Yes, that’s what I’ll do!” But for the moment, she continued standing by the kitchen sink, gazing out of the window pondering her life.

I’m alone, she told herself. She had friends, and an ok social life, a dozen employees etc… So, not really alone but that’s how she felt, now that both of the children were at university.

It was going to be odd, having the house to herself, except for the holidays when her son would be home. Mind it wasn’t as if she had needed to do much; both her children, John and Karen, were very independent kids and had always helped around the house, espieally during and after the divorce. Just then she felt something brush against her leg and followed by a loud “meow.” She glanced down at her feet.

“Ok, yes I know, I still have you” she told her cat, Boris, a slightly, well actually a very over-weight; tabby cat. He continued to curl himself around her legs and replied with another meow, probably meaning in cat speak: “hey, it’s been a least two hours since you put anything in my bowl. I’m starving. Look at me; I’m wasting away, honest… I am!” She bent down, picked him up and gave him hug. Boris meowed in half-protest at the indignity of this.

She carried Boris over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a box of dried food. Placing him on the floor, she poured a generous amount into his bowl, spilling quite a bit , because Boris, in his eagerness to get to the food, had pushed his head under the box. “Oh, Boris” she gently scolded him, “you little pig.” Boris was far too busy with the serious business of eating to notice either the food cascading over his head or the scolding.

“You just want me for food, don’t you, like most men. As long as your belly’s full you’re happy?” Once he’d had his fill, he’d find a nice sunny spot in garden and have a kip, just like her ex-husband.

Oh well, she thought, best get on. No point moping and feeling sorry for myself she told herself again. If she didn’t fight it, it would ruin her day, so she left the kitchen and went up stairs and on into her bedroom. As she entered, she began to undress, dropping each item into the clothes hamper.

Once she was down to her bra and panties, she considered what to wear. Hmmm it’s warm out, so… I think I can get away with shorts and my old halter top. As she turned, she caught sight of her reflection in full length mirror that stood in the corner of her room.

She paused, slowly considering her near naked body. Hmmm not bad really, for a woman of 40… okay, 44. It was still hard to even think about that: 44! Where had all those years gone? Still on the whole, she thought, she looked good, and lets not forget you’ve had two children.

So, on the whole, the old girl was in good shape. Still… hadn’t her husband run off, and then later, unbelievably, married an 18 year old girl! No matter how hard she tried to make light of that, it was still a blow to her self-esteem.

He was 41 and at the time, Karen, their daughter was the same age as his new wife! Karen kept referring to him as ‘her father, The Pedophile’. Even though the girl was suadiye escort 18, she looked shockingly young in her wedding photographs.

The divorce and then the ‘child bride’ had been a real blow to her self-esteem, and for a while she’d wallowed in self pity. But, suddenly one day out of the blue, she had thought: fuck it, why should I let the bastard win? She started swimming again and cut out the self pitying comfort eating.

More importantly she threw herself back into her design business which had been in free fall for a while and in fact it had almost gone under. It was only the loyalty and patience of few key employees and clients that prevented it from happening. She went back to examining herself in the mirror.

She turned from side to side. Hmmm not skinny, but then not fat either, curvy; and her boobs remained firm and round. She definitely noticed men noticing them, and for that matter, boys too. Yet, despite this attention, she had found the few sexual encounters she had had with men disappointing sexually. Sex with them was sort of: in out a bit, then a groan, followed by them falling asleep, while she lay awake and often having to finish herself off. She sighed deeply again.

“Stop it! You’re moping again” she told herself aloud. She turned and went over to her chest of draws and pulled open the draw which contained her summer garden clothes. She pulled out a pair of dark tan, cotton chino shorts and a light blue halter top. She stepped into the shorts and pulled them up with a little wiggle and buttoned them before reaching behind and undoing her bra. She slipped the top on, and tied the halter behind her neck. The she reached for some clips and fixed her hair into two bunches, so that it was up and out of the way, and then left the room.

At the kitchen door, she slipped into her gardening trainers, and went on out into her garden. For a while she just wondered around, followed by Boris, who was showing an surprising amount of energy. She planned in her head what needed doing before going in to the garden shed to collect the things she needed.

Soon she was completely engrossed in her work. The garden was her pride and joy, her little refuge, an oasis of calm and more recently, a significant source of food too. It was the garden that had been the reason for her wanting this house, most of it was hidden from view, and there had been space for a large lean-to green house, as well as a decent lawn, and space for a vegetable plot and even a small orchard.

One nice thing she would say about her ex-husband, and there weren’t many; he hadn’t left her or the kids in the lurch financially, so that in the dark days, she hadn’t lost the house. Not that she needed his money now, because she didn’t. What she received from him went too the children, to get them through university.

The hours slipped by, until, feeling hungry, she stopped for an early lunch. After she had finished eating a light meal, she sat for a while under her rose harbour, sipping iced lemon tea.

Despite her swim and working all morning, she could feel the tension again, building up inside her. Damn, she was so horny all the time. She’d had never felt this way when she was young, in fact she wasn’t even aware what masturbation really was until after the divorce; now she had a collection of ‘toys’ and was wanking herself at least once a day.

She’d almost given up on men, because well, they just couldn’t seem to satisfy her…perhaps another woman? Now a few years ago, she’d have been horrified at that thought; now it just made her even hornier. In fact, lots of things made her horny. The other week, it had been cucumbers while she had been picking them in the green house…for once, she hadn’t imagined a man fucking her, but a women, her neighbour in fact, who was holding it and fucking her with it. Christ, I’m getting wet…and her nipples were hard too.

Just then, she heard the doorbell ring. Puzzled for a moment she asked herself: who could that be, was she expecting somebody? OH Damn! She’d forgotten she had been so lost in her thoughts. It was Kevin, one her son’s friends. He had offered to cut the lawn. The door bell rang again, and she hurriedly got up and went into the house and on through to the front door. She opened the door just in time to see Kevin turning to leave.

“Hi Kevin, I’m in; sorry I took so long, come on in.”

“Hi, Mrs. B…whoa, looking good Mrs. B” and he stepped though into the house. She could clearly see him not looking at her face, but at her boobs, in fact not just looking, his eyes were practically on stalks. Blushing slightly, and partly wishing she had changed, but also feeling very flattered, she followed him on through to the kitchen.

“Kevin, please I’ve told you before, please call me Brenda, and besides, really, I am a Ms now…”

“Sure Mrs….Oops sorry Brenda…It’s just you know, like you being John’s mum, it sort of seems well, like, disrespectful…like.”

“Why’s that then, because I am a yakacık escort frumpy old women?”

“No, no way man, all the guys think you’re a….” and tailed off into embarrassed silence, a blush quickly spreading over his face.

“All the guys think I’m…?” Kevin’s blush deepened and he mumbled something.

“Sorry, what was that” asked Brenda, smiling?

“Well, you know, they all think you’re….”

“I’m…?”

“A babe, Mrs….sorry…Brenda.” He went an even darker red, and avoided looking at her.

“Me…a babe…aha” she laughed, “don’t be silly…who thinks that?”

“We’ll ermmm, we all do. Dave, Andy, Kyle…”

“And you?”

“Yea…anyway, I better get on” he announced, and before she could say anything else, he rushed out of the kitchen and disappeared from view

Damn and blast she thought, I was beginning to enjoy that…but then perhaps it was for the best, she really shouldn’t think about her son’s friends as anything other than children. She’d never done so before, had she? But if she was honest, that wasn’t really true; she hadn’t considered her son friends in an erotic way because she hadn’t allowed herself too.

The thing is, as they had grown up she had noticed them, but suppressed and buried any erotic feelings she may have had for them. After all, until fairly recently, they’d really had been children in the eyes of the law. Now though, she thought, as she watched Kevin through the window, they where all young men, very fit and muscular young men.

No, they were still her son’s friends. Christ she told herself, don’t even dare think about it, I meet up for coffee with their mothers! How could she face them knowing that they might know I was having sex with there sons?

Outside she could hear the petrol mower spluttering into life. Despite her misgiving, this encounter and its revelations had left her feeling terribly horny and desparete for relief. For a few minutes she dwelt on thoughts of four attractive young men, who thought of her as “a babe”. She didn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore, did she?

NO…you can’t, she berated herself, if you must, find somebody young that isn’t your son’s friend. Brenda went over to the sink and ran the cold tap. Cupping her hands, she splashed her face with cool water to try dampen the moist heat burning inside of her. Then she reached for a cup, filled it and drank some water. That’s it, get a grip of yourself and behave! She pictured Kevin as she had thought of him until recently, as a child. Yes, that’s it, he’s just a child. She turned and went out into the garden to continue the gardening.

However, all her resolve melted in a wave of sexual heat that swept through her body. Kevin was midway down the lawn, bare-chested, his t-shirt tucked into his back pocket. He was lightly tanned and, Oh God, so lean and muscular. For a second, she thought her legs would melt and give way from under her. She felt her nipples harder under the thin material of the halter top.

She closed her eyes and told herself sternly: get a grip you silly cow, you’re not some teenage girl! You’re a mature women, mother of two…but another part of her added, in desperate need of a good long hard fuck. What was she saying, you never use to think that word, let alone say it. Yet “fuck” was the right word, and it was what she badly needed. A good long hard fuck! She managed to get a grip of herself, and for a while, she got on with her work, firmly resisting the desire to watch Kevin…at least for awhile.

However, it didn’t last, and at first it was just glances and then stares until, finally she stopped her own work and began watching him work.

God, she wished she could slip a hand insider her knickers and give herself a good finger…or better still…no…NO! She managed to gain enough self control to notice that he had almost finished the mowing, and she decided that he could probably do with a drink.

She got up from her knees and walked across the lawn. As she neared him, she shouted his name over the sound of the lawnmower. He turned, she made drinking motion with her hand and he nodded his head.

Again, she noticed his eyes had dropped down, before lifting. He turned back to his work quickly, and she went back up the garden path. As she walked, she wondered if he was watching her, and fought the strong urge to turn around and check. Perhaps he was stroking his cock through his shorts.

She busied herself preparing drinks. She had decided on Ice tea, because on a hot day like this, it was the best thing. As she prepared the drinks, she caught sight her reflection in glass of the oven door. Oh Christ she thought.

No wonder he was starting, with nipple hard and erect, the thin material of the halter top left very little to the imagination. She should go and change, but she was too aroused, and besides it was too late for modesty.

Once the drinks were ready, she carried the tray out to the shaded rose harbour that was in one corners şerifali escort of the garden, by the side of the house. It was large enough to comfortably contain a dozen people, but today it just had just a sun lounger, several chairs and a table. The rest of the furniture was packed away until needed.

Brenda placed the tray on the table, and turned to look down the garden. Kevin was just refitting the hopper back on the lawn mower, and must have just returned from emptying it in the composters, which were right at the end of the garden. She waved and called “Kevin, its ready, come and have a break.”

He stood up and waved, and began to walk up the garden. Again, a wave of excitement swept through her as her eyes roved over his body, before forcing herself to turn and sit down. Kevin came into the harbour and sat down.

“I’ve made up some ice tea; although I do have coke and I think John left a couple of beers in the fridge.”

“Nah, ice tea is great…Mrs…Brenda, cheers thanks.” Brenda poured the ice tea into two tall glasses, and then leaning over slightly, she passed a glass to Kevin, noticing that his eyes were looking at her breast.

Instead of straightening up right away, she held her position for a few seconds. Her nipples would be clearly visible as the material was thin, and she had retied it too, before leaving the kitchen, stretching the material futher. Now they were rock hard and extremely sensitive.

Kevin pulled his eyes away as she stood up and picked up her own glass. Kevin took a long deep drink.

“Cheers, I needed that. Is there anything else I can do around the garden, Brenda?”

Yes, she thought, as she glanced down at the front of his shorts. There was a very large and prominent bulge. You can fuck my brains out.

“Hmm yes, I’m sure there loads you can do, but would you like something to eat first?”

“Yea, sure, that would be great, thanks.”

“I’ve got some fresh quarter pounders; we can have them with a salad?” Or alternately you can me and eat me now, she thought, Oh God what I am thinking.

“Wow, yea, great, I’ll have to come more often, thanks Mrs B…Brenda.”

“You can come around anytime; in fact you and boys have always been welcomed here.”

Brenda sat down and for awhile they chatted about how John was getting on and past memories. Every so often Brenda would lean forward, and watch his eyes drop down into her ample breast, at one point, she even saw him lick his lips.

Then he realised what he was doing, and stood up suddenly, knocking the drink into his lap.

“Shit, damn” he cursed, as he jumped back.

“Oh, poor you”. Brenda grabbed a hand towel, which she’d brought out with the tray, and began to rub it over the front of shorts.

“Please, Mrs B, I’m Ok…”

Under the cloth she could feel his hardness, which hadn’t been effected at all by the cold drink. Before she realised what she was doing, she had dropped the towel, and was now squeezing the front of his shorts.

She pushed him up against the wall, and lifted her head slightly. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips onto his young mouth. He responded automatically, and began kissing her back.

She pushed her tongue into his mouth, and continued to rub and squeeze the bulge of his shorts. He bought his hands up and squeezed her boobs. They continued to kiss and grope each other for several minutes until she pulled away.

She stood in front of him panting, before she dropped down onto her knees and pulled at the button of his shorts, almost tearing it off. She pulled open the zip and yanked them down along with his boxers, causing him to cry out. His cock sprang out and he let out a gasp.

For second she sat back on her heels and admired it. Wow, impressive she thought, not such a little boy after all. It was long, longer than her husband, but it also thick too.

“Well, Kevin, you are a big boy…very big.” She grasped his cock firmly with one hand and gently wanked it. Then she lent forward, unable to hold off any longer. Taking the head of the cock into her mouth, she kissed it before sucking on the head.

Kevin involuntary bucked his hips, pushing it into her mouth, but only by an inch or two. Recovering from her momentary surprise she began to suck it, just the head at first, and then gradually more and more. Oral sex was something she had tried only recently, in the last few years. Never with her ex, but once she had, she loved it, and when a real cock wasn’t available, she practiced on her dildos and vibrators.

However, none of these objects could compare to the feeling of the real thing, hard and warm, now sliding between her lips and over her tongue. Kevin groaned and bucked his hips again, pushing his cock in deeper, almost making her gag. But she managed to control the reflex, and she continued to suck and lick the cock slowly.

She pulled back, and then went down again, sliding the cock into her mouth. Kevin pressed his hands against the wall and groaned even louder.

She knew what was coming, she could feel the tension, and in the past, she would have pulled away and wanked the cock to finish, but this time, she wanted to taste it, to saviour the feeling of a young man cumming in her mouth.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Ethen Mollenkay sat in the cramped airplane seat and wished he had taken a sleeping pill. The man seated next to him was a very large man; he did not fit in the small seat. He crowded against Ethen, and his body odor was quite strong.

Thankfully, though, the plane began its descent. The pilot made the announcement they would be landing in Porasch, Poland in twenty minutes.

And again, his companion’s elbow up against him.

“Pardon,” he said.

Ethan did not answer; the one time he had answered, the man had used it as an excuse to start a conversation. Ethan had smiled and answered the large man in English. He had looked at Ethan American hairstyle and American clothing and had assumed he was American.

Then he tried to speak English and Ethan had politely told him his English was deplorable.

It was five forty two in the morning when they landed. By seven o’clock, Ethan was seated on the train that would take him from Porasch to Tremblink, his small hometown. And his airplane companion was traveling from Porasch to Amstern, the town just past Tremblink. So, again, he attempted to seat himself next to Ethan and engage him in American English.

Ethan made a point of getting to his feet and sitting in another seat away from him.

“He is rude American,” the embarrassed man said to the few passengers that were staring at him.

“But I am not fat bore,” Ethan called out in perfect Polish.

The man waddled to another car as the passengers laughed.

It was just after twelve o’clock when Ethan directed the taxicab to the apartment building his mother lived in. His mother had considered herself fortunate to secure a two bedroom apartment forty nine years earlier, during the Communist regime that had held Poland in its fierce grip. Even after the fall of the Communist powers, his mother kept the large apartment, rather than move to a smaller and more modern apartment. His mother did not believe that the Communists were no longer in power.

The taxicab driver carried Ethan’s eight large cardboard boxes up the flight of stairs. On each trip, he complained bitterly of his back.

Ethan and his mother, Anna Mollenkay ignored the driver; they were too busy laughing and crying and hugging.

Finally, Ethan paid the driver his fare and gave him a little extra for his troubles.

Ethan smiled sadly; his bedroom was exactly as he had left it twenty five years earlier, when he’d left the apartment to marry Elena. There was a small bed, an Army cot, actually. His father had bought it for him when he was nine years old, and it had excited him then to think that he was sleeping on the bed that a brave soldier in the Polish Army had slept on. Now, at age forty seven, it was not nearly as exciting to think of sleeping on such an uncomfortable bed.

His dresser was still there, and sliding open the top drawer, Ethan smiled; his old undergarments were still there.

Each drawer held his old clothing.

“Mother, really, why did you not throw this out?” Ethan asked.

“We paid good money for those things,” Anna answered, then coughed again.

His mother must have been waiting to see her son again; she passed away in her sleep four days after Ethan’s arrival.

His ex-wife was at Anna’s funeral; she and Anna had maintained a friendship even after Ethan had asked for a divorce.

“So, you will be staying?” Elena asked, not introducing Ethan to the bored looking muscle bound teenaged boy that stood next to her.

“I suppose so,” Ethan said.

He given his home and automobile in Bender, Louisiana to his last lover, a sweet faced blonde eighteen year old girl. So Ethan did not have that to return to. And truthfully, his entire time in America, Ethan felt more like a visitor than a resident.

Here, he did feel like he was home.

“Good, good, ever need anything; you just call, all right?” Elena said, kissed his cheek fondly and turned to leave.

“Uh, whatever became of Walter?” Ethan asked, mildly curious.

Walter had been the muscle bound young man he’d found in Elena’s bed, the reason he’d asked for a divorce.

“You did not hear?” Elena asked eyes wide.

“Walter Pemikan?” the muscle bound boy asked, but both Ethan and Elena ignored him.

“You remember Sophia, right? The beautiful red head?” Elena asked. “Anyway, Sophia and Walter; they’re in my movie and they meet and fall in love and they get married.

“The French girl, right?” Ethan asked.

“And she’s on the set and she is feeling sick so I send her home early,” Elena continued. “And she come in and she catch Walter in bed with his lover…”

Elena paused, enjoying the dramatic.

“…Ivan. Yes, Walter is soft,” Elena laughed. “And Sophia starts screaming and she will tell everyone that Walter is soft and he takes his gun and he kills her.”

“Oh my God!” Ethan gasped, horrified.

“And Walter is arrested and he tell Ivan at his trial, Ivan should confess, then at Ivan’s tuzla escort trial Walter will confess and that way, they will both go free,” Elena continued her tale.

“Oh, ho, that is smart,” Ethan agreed.

“And at Walter’s trial, Ivan gets on witness stand and cries and confesses that he is one that killed Sophia,” Elena said. “Then, at Ivan’s trial, Walter screams at Ivan why did you kill my Sophia, we were in love and we were going to have babies.”

“No!” Ethan gasped.

“And then Ivan goes in front of firing squad and Walter gets away with murder,” Elena said, delighted with the sordid tale.

“So where is Walter now?” Ethan asked.

“Oh, Ivan had older brother, Peter, and Peter pay Walter little visit and no one ever see Walter again, and Peter? He is not saying what happened to Walter,” Elena concluded the tale.

“And so Elena Mollenkay’s next movie will be…” Ethan suggested.

Elena’s eyes opened wide and she abruptly turned to leave.

“Come on, Timothy, I’ve got a movie to write,” she ordered her muscle bound companion.

“Uh, it’s Thomas,” the young man said, but dutifully followed.

Six days after his mother’s funeral, Ethan roused himself out of his lethargy. He’d been sitting at his mother’s apartment, doing little but eating and sleeping. He had not even bathed since the day of the funeral.

So, he scraped his face clean of the thick beard of stubble, careful not to nick himself. He then fiddled with the taps until he finally got a warm spray, quickly lathered up and rinsed and got out before the hot water ran out.

Then he dressed in American Levis jeans, a fashionable shirt, pulled on a pair of well-worn sandals, found his swimming trunks, and walked the four blocks to the community swimming pool.

When he had been a teenager, the community swimming pool had been the place to go, to see the girls, to talk and laugh. And every now and then, he’d meet a girl that would allow him some liberties.

At the community swimming pool, Ethan found a locker, stripped out of his clothing and wiggled into his trunks. A few of the men and boys in the changing room did look at his swimming trunks, which had the American flag sewn into the right leg.

Because it was the middle of the day, there were only a few people at the pool. Most of the girls paraded back and forth in their bikinis, but they did not get into the swimming pool. Ethen put his towel onto a stool, and then climbed the ladder to the three meter board.

The water was ice cold. Had he not been underwater, Ethan would have screamed. That was one of the things he had forgotten about the community swimming pool; it was kept very cold.

“Quite cold, isn’t it?” a cute red headed girl giggled as Ethan surfaced and gasped.

Despite the chill, Ethan couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s giggle.

The girl had short red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a plethora of freckles all over her round face and neck and shoulders.

“Quite,” Ethan agreed and the girl looked slightly bemused.

“Your Polish is very good, but that is not a Polish accent,” the girl observed.

“Because I have been in America for the last ten, almost eleven years,” Ethan admitted, paddling furiously in an attempt to warm himself.

“America!” the girl gasped. “With the cowboys and Indians?”

“Well, I’ve seen the Dallas Cowboys play the New Orleans Saints,” Ethan said. “A girlfriend was very much into the American football so we went to the game; very noisy. But the cowboys you are thinking of? They are all but gone, I am afraid.”

“I am Nadia,” the girl said. “Nadia Tamarin.”

“And I am Ethan Mollenkay,” he said. “Do you attend the finishing school?”

“No, I have completed that,” the girl smiled. I know, I do not look it, but I am nineteen.”

She then looked closely at Ethan again.

“Did you say ‘Mollenkay’ like…?” Nadia asked.

“Elena Mollenkay, the famous movie director,” Ethan affirmed. “My ex-wife. I am sorry, though, I’m very cold.”

With that, Ethan began to swim as rapidly as he could, trying desperately to warm up.

Soon, though, he tired of this; Ethan had not realized just how out of shape he really was. So she decided to get out and towel off and let the June sun warm him.

And when he got out, Nadia did as well. Nadia grabbed her own towel and then walked to where Ethan was briskly rubbing himself dry.

Out of the water, Ethan could see that Nadia was exactly the sort of girl Elena loved to feature in her films. Nadia’s breasts were large, probably a Double D, her waist was tiny, and her hips were full, womanly hips.

“Please, tell me more of America,” Nadia begged.

So he did. He had to correct her knowledge of American geography.

“No, no, not everything is in New York City,” he laughed and pointed to a can of soda a nearby girl was drinking. “Coca-Cola? Is made in Atlanta, which is in Georgia. And the automobiles? Are from Detroit, far away from New York.”

“But I read in American magazine the pretty models are in New York City,” Nadia göztepe escort argued.

“Most of them are,” Ethan agreed.

“As if you could ever be model,” a nearby girl sneered and her companions laughed.

“I think you could be; you are quite beautiful,” Ethan told the girl.

Nadia beamed under his praise and continued to pepper him with questions.

“The library has American magazines but they are so old,” Nadia said as Ethan began to stand up.

“I bring a few magazines with me,” Ethan said.

“Oh! May I read them?” Nadia begged, green eyes sparkling.

“They are naughty magazines,” Ethan warned.

“Like the Playboy and the Penthouse?” Nadia asked, grinning. “My older brother has some from when he was in military.”

“Yes, like Playboy and Penthouse,” Ethan agreed, smiling. “These are Parasols, lots and lots of sugar cubes.”

“Please, may I see them?” Nadia begged.

“I also have the fruit punch,” Ethan concurred. “First day in America, I try some and I say, I do not know what fruit this is but I like it.”

They walked to their individual changing rooms and met outside of the gate. Nadia admired Ethan’s American jeans and shirt, and then chattered incessantly as they walked to Ethan’s apartment.

“And, here, I get you fruit punch,” Ethan said as he steered Nadia to his kitchen table.

He poured them each a glass of the bright red liquid and Nadia drank it with great relish. Then Ethan went into his old bedroom, found the box of magazines and selected five of them.

“Oh, Cosmopolitan! I love Cosmopolitan!” Nadia squealed at the magazine that was on top.

“I buy to read on plane, but fat bore next to me make reading impossible,” Ethan admitted.

“And…” Nadia tittered at the next magazine, an issue of Parasols.

She looked at the cover, which showed a very beautiful blonde woman, a bright red umbrella open and covering her from just above her nipples to just below her crotch. Nadia looked from the Parasols to the Cosmopolitan, trying to decide which to look at first. Then she decided to see what other magazines Ethan had brought out.

The next one was also a Parasols magazine, the anniversary issue. It showed a striking brunette, holding an unfurled but not fully opened umbrella, pointing down. Her nipples were barely covered, as was her crotch, and the sassy smile on her face was quite appealing.

Nadia phonetically pronounced the title of the next magazine and Ethan gently corrected the pronunciation of the odd English words, and then told her the Polish translation.

“Barely Legal Sluts,” Ethan said. “Means they’re all eighteen year old sugar cubes.”

“My Daughter’s Best Friend,” Ethan said as Nadia looked at the cover, which showed a nude man standing behind a young woman. The young woman was dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform.

She blushed hotly at the hardcore magazines and Ethan worried that he might have gone too far. To hide his nervousness, he chuckled and Nadia looked up from the magazine covers.

“Nadia, are you virgin?” he asked.

She blushed hotly but smiled her playful grin, a grin Ethan was becoming enamored with.

“Of course not,” she quipped. “I’ve got two older brothers.”

Ethan looked at her questioningly.

“The old joke?” she said and he still looked at her questioningly. “What do you call a virgin in Tremblink?”

“Someone that hasn’t had sex, I assume,” he said and finished his glass of fruit punch.

“An ugly girl with no brothers,” she corrected and laughed.

A moment later, he laughed too.

She opened ‘Barely Legal Sluts’ and again Ethan worried that he might have gone too far as she flipped through a few pages that showed fresh faced young girls engaging in various sex acts with older men, and with each other.

Nadia quickly closed the pornographic magazine and opened a Parasols magazine, the anniversary issue.

She smiled at the photograph that showed the Anniversary model, the striking brunette doing a leg split on a large mirror, opened vulva pressed against the glass surface.

“I can do this,” she declared.

“You can?” Ethan asked and Nadia got to her feet, made sure she had enough room, and then quickly slid to the floor, legs spread apart.

“Naked?” Ethan asked and the girl blushed hotly.

His mother’s old clock gave a wheezing chime and both Nadia and Ethan looked to see that it was three o’clock.

“Is that correct?” Nadia asked as she pulled herself to her feet.

“Yes,” I wound it this morning,” Ethan confirmed.

“Then I must leave; my younger sister will be home soon,” Nadia said.

She looked at the magazines.

“Take some,” Ethan suggested. “Bring them back after you have read them.”

“You sure?” Nadia asked.

He gathered their glasses and walked to the sink.

“Thank you,” Nadia called out from the door and was gone.

Ethan noticed that she’d taken both Parasols magazines and the Cosmopolitan magazine.

Then he worried; Nadia had said her brother had been in the military. Her üsküdar escort brother, or possibly her father may not approve of lecherous old men giving their sweet sister, their innocent daughter such material.

Two days later, Ethan was running his mother’s ancient vacuum cleaner over the quite clean but threadbare carpet, when there was a knock at the door. He wasn’t sure he’d actually heard anything, so he turned off the noisy appliance and listened. There was a second knock and Ethan cursed that there was no way to peek out of the apartment to see whom might be at the door.

“Hi; I finished these,” Nadia said brightly, holding out the magazines. “Do you have more?”

“Yes, yes, many more,” Ethan smiled, ushering her in.

“And do you have more fruit punch? I like the punch very much,” Nadia asked as she put the three magazines on the table.

Ethan poured them each a glass of the liquid and Nadia’s eyes goggled when Ethan showed her the large can of powdered drink mix he’d brought with him.

“The magazines?” she reminded him when there was a lapse in their conversation.

“Well, I let you read those and I did not charge you,” Ethan pretended to muse.

“What will you charge me to read another magazine?” she asked, playful grin on her face.

“A kiss, I think a kiss would be good,” Ethan declared.

She leaned and gave him a soft, lingering kiss, and then smiled up at him.

“Oh! And one more for each of these, right?” she asked and gave him two more soft kisses.

“Thank you,” Ethan said sincerely.

“Now, go, go, get me magazines,” the girl demanded playfully.

“Did you like the Parasols magazines?” Ethan asked as he got to his feet.

She blushed hotly and nodded.

“Yes, and I find girl like me,” Nadia said.

She flipped the Anniversary issue open and found a pictorial of a red head girl and Ethan nodded.

“She is almost as beautiful as you,” Ethan agreed.

“Are you…? I am not beautiful,” Nadia argued.

“Nadia, you are beautiful,” Ethan disagreed. “But, I’ll go get the magazines now.

He gathered up the seven other Parasols magazines he had and also grabbed the twelve hardcore pornographic magazines and brought them to the kitchen.

“Teenage Anal Desire,” Nadia read aloud and looked at Ethan for the translation.

“Look at the cover,” Ethan said, pointing to the girl, hair in two pony tails, getting a large cock in her ass.

She fought down her squeal and flipped the magazine open. She again fought down the squeal as she looked at page after page of fresh faced cuties being sodomized and having copious amounts of semen squirted onto their buttocks and pussies.

“Are all girls in America the cheerleader?” Nadia asked and Ethen smirked.

“No, these magazines would have you believe that, he agreed. “They would also have you believe that all girls are very slender and that is just not true at all.”

“I am not slender,” Nadia said, holding her arms up.

“No, no, you are beautiful woman with beautiful body,” Ethan agreed.

“My Daughter, Her Two Friends, And Me,” Nadia read out loud and Ethan translated.

“So he is having sex? With his daughter?” Nadia asked as she saw an older man having sex with a young woman while two young women looked on.

“They are all actors,” Ethan chuckled as he opened a Parasols magazine and practiced reading in English, even though he was quite proficient in the language.

Nadia looked through the other hardcore magazines, and then also selected a Parasols magazine.

“And I can do this too,” Nadia declared and Ethan looked to see what Nadia was looking at.

The picture showed a large breasted blonde doing a handstand, legs spread wide. The position caused the blonde’s vulva to open and her inner lips were also gaping slightly.

“And this,” Nadia claimed as the next picture showed the same blonde standing on one foot while her other leg was kicked forward, her foot actually reaching above her head.

“I was in gymnastics in school,” Nadia confided. “My teacher said I was very good, until…”

She pointed to her full chest.

“…these started to develop. Then he lost interest in instructing me,” Nadia said.

“He is soft,” Ethan declared. “I would have become much more interested in instructing you.”

“In gymnastics?” Nadia giggled.

“Yes, and we would not use the leotard or any other clothing,” Ethan said and she gasped and slapped his arm playfully.

“But, really? You can kick your leg over your head? Like that?” Ethan asked.

“And I can hold it too,” Nadia confirmed and got to her feet.

She determined the kitchen was too small so stood in the living room and took a few practice kicks, then did kick her leg up. But she did not reach and there was a slight tearing sound.

“Oh no!” Nadia gasped and tried to look over her shoulder.

“Did you?” Ethan asked and looked at her chubby backside where a small rip at the seam of her slacks had begun.

“I have some pins,” Ethan assured the young woman and found his mother’s sewing kit. “In fact, I can do the repair if you would like.”

“You know how to do that?” Nadia asked. “My teacher tried to show me but I just kept sticking myself and she finally said ‘Stop, stop, you are getting blood all over everything!’ and so…”

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On Friday morning Stephen awoke very early. He was excited about seeing the girl again. Would she really keep her promise and allow him to have sex with her? She had said she wanted his cock inside her. Stephen had a huge erection the whole time he was taking his morning shower. He was glad to be in the shower before the nurse had arrived. She often assisted him but today he would have been mortified had she seen the state he was in. He would have had no explanation. Plus the obvious improvement in his health and wellbeing may have prompted her to curtail his assistance.

He wondered if he could ask for the day help girl to be changed. Mary was a great house-keeper, but the new girl was exciting and he wanted to see as much of her as possible.

The nurse arrived around eight thirty and Stephen was already breakfasted and sitting in his chair.

‘You’re up bright and early today, Stephen, dear,’ she commented as she came in.

‘I was just awake early.’

‘Couldn’t you sleep? Did you feel unwell?’ typically her enquiry assumed the worst.

‘No. I mean it’s not that. I just felt rested and wanted to get up.’

‘Well that’s good. But if you can’t sleep let me know and we can get you something to help.’

Stephen smiled and nodded. He didn’t want anything to help him sleep. If today went as he hoped it would he’d have no trouble sleeping tonight. The nurse went about her routine and he waited patiently for the girl’s arrival. Eventually, at about ten to ten he heard the back door open and the voices of the nurse and the girl in the kitchen. Minutes went by but there was no sign of her coming in to say hello. At last he heard her enter and looked around from his chair.

His heart sank. It was Mary. She was obviously well and had returned to her normal job. The realisation dawned that the girl wouldn’t be coming today. Somehow he managed to smile and greet her, ‘Hello, Mary. Feeling better? It’s good to see you,’ he lied.

Mary chatted as normal and immediately began her duties. She was a good worker but there was no frisson between them. Stephen found himself looking at her differently. For the first time he saw her as a woman, rather than simply a housekeeper. She was taller than the girl. Nowhere close to his six-three, obviously, but perhaps a good head taller than the girl. He noticed her figure. It was more buxom than the girl’s, with bigger breasts and a shapely ass. He tried to imagine fucking Mary and even wondered if he could get her to look at his porn magazines. Maybe the same thing would happen?

Somehow, though, he knew it couldn’t happen. He knew yesterday had been a fluke that could not be repeated. In frustration he watched Mary throughout the day, remaining polite but disengaged. Before she departed he asked Mary who had been her replacement the day before.

‘Oh, I don’t know. It was a new girl, I think. Was there a problem? I can find out who he was and…’

‘No. No really. There was no problem. She did a good job; nice friendly girl.’

At last the evening came and he was alone. He decided to forget the girl and tried to watch TV for a couple of hours. But it was useless. He had so wanted to see the girl. He’d pinned so much on it that he now felt angry with her. He decided to throw her panties in the bin. After all they would simply be a reminder of something that he couldn’t have. He went to his room and took them from his bedside drawer. He turned to go to the back door and out to the bin but something stopped him. He looked at the small black garment in his large hand and slowly brought it to his face. The material was heavy with her scent. The clean, perfumed, musky scent of her body. There was also the smallest trace of a sexual aroma. The smell of her privates, what had she called it? Her cunny.

Stephen held the pants to his nose and inhaled deeply. He felt his cock twitch. He slowly undressed and still holding the pants he lay back on his bed. Naked and on his back, his cock stood straight up in the air. She had been impressed by it. It was a magnificent specimen; thick and straight, with a large domed head. He clasped the panties to it in his fist and started to slowly masturbate. He tried to imagine her small hand stroking him like she did the day before. He tried to imagine her next to him; the heat of her body and her scent. He wanted her so much. He lifted the panties back to his face and smelled them again. The scent brought her to him more vividly and he could see her pretty face and her delectable little body. He could imagine her heat and the feel of her body against him. He could even recall the odd sensation of the metal hoop on her lip as she had pressed her face to his. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to lick her body, suckle her beautiful little tits. He imagined licking her smooth little pussy. He had hardly ever done that. His wife had thought it disgusting and so oral sex was still virtually a fantasy for Stephen. Would the girl have sucked his cock? He started to imagine her small hot mouth sliding suadiye escort over his large erection. The image expanded in his mind and he felt his semen welling up and spurting from his cockhead. Gawd how he wished he was cumming into her sweet mouth. She had said she loved cum on her face. Was that real or just bravado?

Stephen lay panting on top of his bed. Naked and with his spunk splattered over his stomach. He slowly drifted off to sleep with his head full of images of the amazing girl that had so briefly passed though his life. He yearned to see her again.

He awoke with a start. A couple of hours had passed. With an effort Stephen got up and made his way around his home turning off the TV and lights. He dressed in his pyjamas and rolled into bed. He held the girl’s panties to his face. Their aroma aroused him once more and in the darkness of his bed he again fisted his thick erection until it spewed its load once more. He was no longer angry with the girl. He wanted her like he had never wanted any other woman. He had to find out who she is. He had to see her again. He had to see her again… he had to… Soon he was asleep.

On Saturdays and Sundays there is no home support. There had been at the beginning but as Stephen’s health improved it was scaled back to just weekdays. He found he now quite liked the peace and quiet and usually had a bit of a lie in. But by ten o’clock he was up and about, still dressed in his pyjamas he sat at his kitchen table and enjoyed some breakfast. He realised that his pyjama bottoms were crusty and stained from the previous night so he dumped them in the wash and headed for the shower.

An hour later Stephen was ready to go out for his usual Saturday walk to the shops. Since his illness he hasn’t strayed too far, but today he decided to go into town and to visit the porn shop and top-up his magazine collection. He thought that if he can’t see the girl again, he may as well enjoy some good porn.

Some hours later he returned home with his shopping and an anonymous black plastic bag containing several new magazines. He decided that he will have a bath and retire to bed early to enjoy those, along with the girl’s panties.

By 7.30 pm he had eaten and was running his bath. He enjoyed and good soak and climbed out feeling warm and clean. Ready for a lovely session, he thought. Stephen was quite excited and thought that at least he has the girl to thank for re-awakening his sexual desire. Maybe he could even find a new partner?

After his bath Stephen prepared a drink and set his new magazines on the bed and checked that the girl’s panties were on his pillow. Soon he was just about to climb into bed when there was a knock at his front door. He was quite amazed as he hardly ever got callers, and certainly not at this time in the evening. He thought that it’s probably some kids or possibly someone lost. Nevertheless, he took the precaution of hiding the magazines in his bedside cupboard, just in case it’s a visitor who needed to come in. Putting on a dressing gown he went to the door.

On opening the door there was no one there. He stepped outside and looked left then right. To his shock and amazement the girl was leaning up against the wall.

‘Hey,’ she smiled at him, ‘missed me?’

For a moment he just looked at her, then his countenance changed and he grinned, ‘Yes I did miss you.’

‘You gonna ask me in then?’ she chirped.

‘Of course, come in,’ Stephen turned to enter but she didn’t follow. He looked back out, ‘You coming in?’

‘Yes. It’s just. Well my friend is here too.’

‘Oh’

‘So can she come in too?’

‘Yes, why ever not? Come in.’

Stephen entered his house and the girl followed. They entered the living room and Stephen turned to welcome her as he heard the front door close. A moment later the second girl entered the room. She was clearly the girl’s friend. They were very similar. They seemed to be similar in build and style; although the new girl was a fraction taller and possibly with a fuller figure and larger boobs. Under an overcoat she wore a waistcoat style garment on top of a more figure hugging black top with long sleeves. Even their hair styles were similar, but the new girl has a shock of white-blonde colouring in one thick strand on the left. Sort of like Cruella DeVille. Stephen smiled at both of them.

‘So who’s your friend?’

‘That’s G,’ the girl stated minimally.

‘And do I get to know your name now?’

The girl laughed, ‘Sure, it’s Bri.’ she grinned at him, ‘so were you going to bed?’

‘I was but that was before I had such wonderful company.’

‘You sure, we can just go if you like.’

‘No, please. Stay, you’re very welcome. Both of you.’ he looked between the two and smiled.

‘Great,’ Bri set down her large canvas bag, which made a distinct clink. They looked at each other and both girls snorted with laughter.

‘You young ladies been drinking?’

‘Absolutely,’ G spoke for the first time.

‘You yakacık escort drunk?’

‘No,’ Bri reassured him, ‘we just had one in the pub. So we’re not at all drunk.’

‘Yet,’ sniggered G.

They both laughed again and Bri took off her coat to reveal a very similar outfit to the one she wore the other day. Except this time both shoulders were bare. She fished in her bag and produced four large bottles of cider. She asked if she could get some glasses and she disappeared into the kitchen. Stephen looked at G and invited her to sit down. She dropped her coat and sat on the edge of the small sofa. Her bag clinked down too and she opened it to take out another four bottles. At that moment Bri returned and announced that she had found ice too. She poured three glasses of cider on ice and they all clinked cheers.

‘It’s a bit bright in here,’ Bri complained and moved around turning on the two table lamps and turning off the ceiling light. ‘That’s better,’ she affirmed.

Stephen moved his chair around to face the sofa and the two girls sat together on it. They chatted and drank and Bri explained that she was re-assigned on Friday and so couldn’t come to his house. She then asked him what he had done today. Stephen smiled to himself and the thought formed in his head to say – I wanked over you and bought some porn. Naturally, he didn’t and instead he gave her a brief account of his day. The girls told how they had spent the day shopping and hanging out with friends. As they talked Bri unfastened her boots and tossed them aside. She then swung her legs up over G’s lap. Stephen was amused once more by the oddly girlish socks she was wearing.

‘Don’t mind me, will you?’ G said in mock complaint.

‘Aww, rub my feet, babe. They’re tired from all the walking.’

‘And stinking, pooh,’ G exaggerated flapping her hand as if to wave away to stench.

Bri pulled her foot up to her nose and sniffed. ‘They’re not stinky at all,’ she defended herself with a smirk.

‘I know, just kidding, you know I think your feet are cute.’ G reassured her.

‘Give me yours too,’ Bri demanded. G now wriggled out of her boots and Stephen saw that she wore black nylons under the seemingly obligatory leggings. She then swung her legs up and crossed them over Bri’s.

As the conversation continued the girls gently massaged each other’s feet. Stephen was amazed at how un-self-conscious they seemed. The chat roamed from shopping to work and G asked Stephen about his illness. He thanked her and reassured her that he was getting well. G seemed to snigger at this. They talked about their boyfriends and told Stephen how they weren’t seeing them tonight as they both worked in bars in the town.

When their drinks were empty G volunteered to go out to the kitchen to make-up some more. When she left, Stephen stood and said that he would just go and change, as he felt a little self conscious in his dressing gown.

‘Why?’ Bri asked.

‘Well it would be more appropriate.’

‘Are you naked beneath that?’

‘Well, yes, so…’

Bri giggled,’Well it’s not like I haven’t seen it before. She bounced out of the sofa and scampered over to him. In an instant she hugged him and wormed her hand under his gown. He felt her fingers encircle is flaccid cock and she gave it a little squeeze, ‘There he is.’ Stephen smiled down at her and she rose up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his chin.

Just then G’s voice interrupted them, ‘Oh get a room you two!’ Stephen stepped back away from Bri. He looked nervously at G, then at Bri.

‘She told me what happened between you two,’ G confirmed.

‘I see,’ Stephen wasn’t sure what that meant.

‘I thought it was a bit weird when she told me she fucked some old guy.’

‘I didn’t fuck him,’ Bri snapped quickly, ‘I told you that.’

‘Yeah but you would have if he had any rubbers, you said,’ G retorted.

‘Yeah,’ Bri giggled, ‘But I told you he was cool, didn’t I?’ Bri hugged him again.

‘Well you told me he had a huge dick,’ G announced mockingly.

‘You slag. You weren’t supposed to say that,’ Bri seemed a little annoyed and looked sheepishly at Stephen. He smiled and she seemed to relax again.

But then G spoke again, ‘So you still gonna fuck him?’

‘Shit, G!’ Bri seemed upset.

‘Well you brought rubbers, for fuck’s sake. You said you were going to.’

‘That’s not fair. I haven’t decided. Sorry,’ she added to Stephen as an afterthought.

‘That’s OK, Bri. I wouldn’t expect…’

‘You fucking ruin everything,’ Bri snapped at G.

‘Fuck off!’ G spat back, ‘Why are we here if you’re not going to fuck him?

They looked like they might fight and so Stephen said, ‘Now girls, let’s be nice. We were having a nice drink and a chat, let’s get back to that, OK?’

The two girls looked at one another’

‘Bitch.’

‘Slag.’

But they were smiling and then laughing so the feud seemed to be over. Bri led Stephen to the sofa şerifali escort and sat next to him.

G pertched on the armrest behind Bri. Her arm slunk around Bri’s neck and she bent to kiss her cheek, ‘Sorry, Babe.’

‘S’OK,’ Bri kissed her back. The kiss lingered a moment on her cheek then Bri glanced sideways at Stephen, ‘C’mere,’ she said to G. G leaned down and Bri kissed her full on the mouth. As Stephen watched their lips pressed together and then parted slightly. He saw their tongues cross over to tease one another. G’s eyes were closed but Bri kept hers fixed on Stephen. This was incredible. Stephen had never actually witnessed two women kiss as lovers. He didn’t know if this was real or just a show for him. But he liked it and his cock started to respond.

Then G leaned over to whisper to Bri.

‘You ask him,’ Bri said aloud.

‘Ask me what?’ Stephen was curious.

Bri looked at G but she said nothing, ‘She wants to see your cock, but she’s too scared to ask. Fucking virgin.’ Bri mocked.

‘Shut up.’ Then looking at Stephen G asked, ‘Is it really big?’

‘Bri says it is. I don’t have much experience with cocks,’ Stephen joked.

‘Can I see?’ G asked coyly.

‘I suppose,’ Stephen looked at Bri who seemed to give a small nod and a smile.

Eyes fixed on Bri, Stephen untied the belt of his dressing gown and opened it to expose his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh.

G immediately commented, ‘How big does it get?’

‘I think I know how we can find out,’ Bri said quietly.

She pulled G down onto the seat beside her. G now had her back against the sofa and Bri quickly knelt over her lap, just the way she had done with Stephen. ‘He likes girls together,’ she said quietly as she leaned in to G. Their lips met in a soft kiss and their hands started to roam up and down one another’s body. G’s hands encircled Bri’s bottom and Bri fondled G’s boobs. Stephen watched fascinated as their mouths parted and he could see their tongues, tips lightly touching. They were so soft and gentle with one another it was beautiful to watch.

Bri kissed G’s neck as she started to unbutton the waistcoat. It was soon open and G wriggled to help her remove it. In one swift action Bri then pulled G’s top off over her head. She wore just her bra and Stephen could see her fulsome breasts bulging over the half cup. All of this had done wonders for his cock which was now at attention in his lap and Stephen gently stroked himself as he watched them.

‘You too,’ G spoke quietly. She then tugged Bri’s top out of the waistband of her small skirt and pulled it over her head. They both now sat in their bras. G lightly kissed Bri’s neck and shoulders before slipping her bra straps off and letting the bra fall away from her boobs.

Stephen relished seeing her pale pink nipples again and his cock twitched with excitement as G took them into her mouth one by one. As her friend suckled on her tits Bri looked over at Stephen. She smiled when she saw that his cock was fully erect and murmured something to G. G turned her face sideways to look and she too grinned and then turned back to suck on her friend’s nipple once more. As she did this Bri unsnapped her bra strap and drew it off her waist where it had slipped. She was now naked from the waist up. She wanted G to be the same and pulling her forward she opened her bra. Stephen stroked a little harder as the larger breasts were revealed, already topped with thick, erect brown nipples. Bri immediately dropped her head to suck one of them into her mouth, to which G gave a little gasp of pleasure. For the next few minutes the girls exchanged suckling kisses to one another’s breasts and Stephen slowly masturbated next to them.

Then G’s hand stole across to reach into Stephen’s lap. Her finger tips tickled his balls and then her hand rested on top of his. Bri noticed and looked at her friend who spoke in an exaggeratedly pouty voice, ‘I want to play with the nice man’s cock.’

Bri just climbed out of her lap and knelt by Stephen’s feet. G just seemed to loll sideways so that she was half lying across his lap. Both girls started to tickle and stroke Stephen’s erection and he let go to enjoy their touch. Bri then bent her head to plant tiny, soft kisses on his thighs and then his balls, while G did the same thing, kissing along his shaft. The kisses were just with lips and with a butterfly lightness of touch. Stephen’s head was swimming. From virtually never experiencing oral sex he now had two sexy young girls kissing his manhood. He put his head back and savoured every touch and caress of their hands and lips.

G moved up his shaft and the pressure of her kisses increased. A hot velvety softness encased his cockhead and Stephen glanced down to see G, eyes closed, sucking his cock into her mouth. An involuntary groan escaped his lips.

‘He likes that, babe.’ He heard Bri speak softly. Her head then disappeared behind and below G’s and Stephen felt her lips and tongue press into his shaft just below G’s mouth. This was intense and the sensations caused him to well-up. He felt he was going to cum. He didn’t want this experience to end but he had to regain control. Almost in a reflex he doubled-up and gently pushed the girls back, groaning as he did so.

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