Tara’s Descent Ch. 02

Tara’s Descent Ch. 02

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Mark’s Perspective…

The crisp air of early spring was behinds us as spring was trying to slip into summer. The play that I had been working on had come off beautifully. After tweaking the designer’s plans and pushing my crew into overtime, which they didn’t mind too much, the set was ready for opening night. Of course, there was wet paint on the set as it the tradition with the theater, but the rest of it was done.

The hard thing about working in theater is that once you finish one job, it might be a while before you start a new one, and since I was continually employed by the theater as the head Technical Director, that wasn’t something that I had to worry about. My problem was that I didn’t want any of my crew getting picked off before we started our next project, which had been secured, but I couldn’t legally announce it before the patrons donated their money. So I came up with an idea that might endear me to the guys, and keep them hanging around for a while.

My family had a pretty large cabin, which was actually more like large house, in Big Bear. I figured that I would invite three or four of my crew to spend a weekend drinking, fishing and Bar-b-queuing to kind of lock them in for at least the rest of the year. Spending some time up away from it all might give me the chance to show the guys that although I was a pretty young boss, they could count on me to get them a consistent load of work.

The three guys I thought that were most important, and also the three guys I could deal with, we Lenny, Kyle and Greg. Lenny was a guy who had been in carpentry for close to twenty years. I’m pretty sure he was in his early forties, but worked and acted like he was much younger. The only things that gave away Lenny’s age was of course the fact that he was named Lenny, and the salt and pepper hair that made him look like a middle-aged Sears model with a tool belt.

Greg was just a few years younger than me. Somewhere in his late twenties, Greg was the pretty boy, with a square jaw and a steady stream of women circling around him. To complement his square jaw, his brown hair that was longish and always looked perfect. His tight shirts were the butt of many jokes, but I think those jokes mostly came out of jealousy. Kyle was the wild card of the bunch. He had huge shoulders and shaved head. It was like he knew he was about to go bald, and decided to shave it before it had the chance to fall out.

These guys were the best workers and held a lot of sway with the rest of the guys. If I could get these guys to hang around a bit longer and trust in my leadership a bit more, I could put together a core that would see me through the next few years. While it wasn’t a deal breaker, it would set me up for accolades, raises and more notoriety.

Over the past few months, things with Tara and I have been great. The sex was almost other-worldly. She was taking a class on stripping, so I often walked in on her practicing. Needless to say, when I did walk in on her “exercising” I not only got a great show, but she made sure each gyration, ass grind and X rated dance move was felt in the bed right afterwards. I was in heaven.

I spent the day at the theater getting everything ready for a mid-season break between shows, so there wasn’t too much work to be done, just a lot of tying up loose ends. I talked to the guys and scheduled the guy’s getaway for this coming weekend. I knew it was short notice to just throw at Tara, but this was the only weekend all of us could go.

To avoid as much resistance as I could, I figured I would bring home a couple of bottles of champagne and some flowers for Tara. I dropped by a local wine store where I knew a guy who give me great deals on Tara’s favorite Champagne Rosé and maybe another few bottles for the next day. With flowers in hand, two chilled bottles of Champagne, and red and white wine I opened the door to our apartment.

Tara was bent over, revealing the tiniest red lacey thong I had ever seen riding straight up her perfectly sculpted ass. The tight grey skirt that had bunched up above her hips, was so tight it looked it was part of her skin. She turned towards the sound of the door opening. She had on a grey blazer that was open, revealing a tight lacey red camisole, a choker and a pair of thick rimmed black glasses. I nearly dropped everything.

“Excuse me Mr. Roberts, I didn’t know you wanted me to work late.” Her tone dripped with sensuality. We had been role playing a bit recently, but I was not prepared for this.

“Well…uh…Mrs. Connor, I uh… I am going to need you to stay…and work late tonight.” I did my best to recover as she stood straight up and pulled her skirt down towards her knees, smoothing out the wrinkles from being hoisted up over her perfect ass.

“What do you want me to tell my husband, Mr. Connor?” She began to walk towards me. I felt like prey being circled. “I mean, he’ll be so angry if I’m not home on time. He might even spank me. What should I do?” Tara shifted her weight onto one bursa escort hip and pouted. I scrambled for an answer.

“Mrs. Connor, if you don’t wish to stay late this evening then you might as well find a new job.” I put my bags down and stood as upright as I could.

“I suppose you’re right Mr. Roberts.” Her hand ran down my chest and towards the chilled bottle of Champagne. “Now, what’s this sir?” She grabbed the bottle by the neck, and all I could think about was how good my cock would look in her hand right now.

“I purchased this to make up for having to make you work late.” I reached for the bottle to open it for her. “Would you like some? I can open it for you.” She smiled and took my outstretched hand in hers.

“I would, but you should sit down sir.” She led me to the couch and placed me where she wanted me. “I know you’ve had a long day, so I poured you a Scotch sir, would you like it now?” She bent over and picked up a glass of amber liquid.

“Yes…yes I would.” She handed me the stiff pour of Scotch as I could now care less about the champagne.

“Good, I’ve prepared a presentation for you sir.” She handed me the Scotch and waited for my approval. I took a deep sip and nodded.

“That’s perfect Mrs. Connor. Please get on with your presentation.” I took another sip of the Scotch and placed it on the end table next to me.

Tara walked over to the audio system and pressed a button. Her body began to sway to AC/DC, You Shook Me All Night Long. Anyone who has ever seen a girl dance to this song can attest that it was probably written with strippers in mind.

Tara wiggled her sweet ass to the beat of the driving drum beat as she lifted her hands above her head. She took the ends of the two black chop sticks that held her hair in place and pulled, letting her beautiful chestnut brown hair fall to down her back.

She whipped around and kicked off her high heels. If there was a moment where I knew I was in trouble, this may have been it. She pulled off her blazer and threw it towards me. Her hands ran through her wild hair as she turned away from me, shaking her ass as the guitar solo ripped through the apartment. When I was younger and went to strip clubs this show would have raked in the bucks, and here I was with a private show with a girl I was almost definitely going to fuck, watching the sexiest dance routine I had ever seen.

Her hands ran down her sides and met at the top of her zipper on her skirt. Slowly she pulled it down, exposing the top of her lacey red thong. Tara looked over shoulder at me, smiled and then bent over completely straight legged and shimmied the skirt over her hips and down towards he ankles.

Turning around, she was only in a camisole, thong and a choker. I grabbed my Scotch and took a long sip as the chorus rang out. She let her hands run down her face, then to her breasts and finally to her hips, where she grabbed the bottom of the camisole and pulled it up over her head, releasing her two perfect tits. Her pink nipples were already standing straight up, like two pieces of hard candy.

She turned around and grabbed the bottle of Champagne. Her hand ran down the neck like she was stroking a massive glass cock. She put the bottle between her legs and popped the cork. Some of the bubbles spurted out onto the floor and she gave a little giggle.

“Oops! I’m sorry Mr. Roberts. I promise to never spill anything you give me again.” She put the bottle to her lips and took a long gulp. Tara let a small stream run down her chin, between her tits and find its way down to the top of her panties. She walked over to me and threw on leg over me, and then the other. I didn’t know how much more I could take.

My hand grabbed her hips and pulled towards me. My tongue ran up her body, tasting the sweet, bubbly Champagne as it went.

“Not yet, Mr. Roberts.” She pushed herself back with her hand and stood in front of me. “I spilled all over the carpet. My husband would punish me. Would you like to punish me?” She pouted, turned around and bent over. Her hands rested on the rectangular glass coffee table in the middle of the room. She looked over her should and wiggled her ass.

I don’t know how I did it, but I pulled myself to my feet and took in her offering. The red thong perfectly shaped her ass cheeks. I grabbed my Scotch and finished what was left. I rubbed her ass as if I was warming it up.

“Don’t spank me too hard; I don’t want my husband to get mad” She bit her bottom lip.

I raised my hand and let it fall on her ass. A loud clap filled the apartment as she let out a gentle moan. Her body shook causing her tits to sway slightly. She made eye contact with me and smiled devilishly. I raised my hand again and brought it down; another clap another moan. This time her legs parted a bit, like they were inviting me in. I’m usually able to keep my composure, but this was too much for me.

I grabbed the side of her panties and ripped. I think I actually surprised her, because bursa escort bayan she let out a startled squeal. I pulled her up and threw her over my shoulder and took her into the bedroom. With the other hand I grabbed her champagne. I felt her feet kicking as I made my way down the hall. I kicked the door open and threw her on the king sized bed.

Her hair was tussled everywhere. I grabbed her hips pulled towards the end of the bed and handed her the bottle of champagne. She propped herself up on her elbows and took the bottle from me, and a nice long drink letting another pink river slide down her body. I tore off my own clothes as she took the glasses off and threw off the bed.

My mouth traced from her lips down to her luscious tits. She doesn’t have the most sensitive nipples in the world, but when I do my job right she melts like butter, and today I was doing well. My tongue licked both of her tits, while my hands massaged the perfect mounds. I felt her hands on the back of my head. The trail of Champagne took me south, towards her pussy. I stopped for a moment and let my ravaging ease into caressing. I licked her pussy lips as softly as I could, causing her to shutter slightly.

I pulled her legs up in the air and licked from her ass right up the slit of her pussy. Her hands came down on the bed like she was looking for something to hold on to. Letting her two her two finely tanned and toned legs drop slowly and part, I let my tongue continue licking from the base to the top several times, taking in her sweet taste. Tara’s pussy was perfect. There was something about it that tasted like a mixture of candy and fine wine. I peeled apart her lips and let my tongue dive deep inside of her before I replaced it with two fingers. I started pumping in and out of her slowly, while my tongue flicked and fluttered over her clit. Her soft moans were turning in to low rhythmic grunts. Her orgasm was building, and I was going to make sure she came, and came hard.

I sped up my fingers; in and out, in and out. My tongue was trying to catch up to meet the pace of my fingers. Tara’s hands found the back of my head and pushed my tongue deeper into her.

“Oh God… Oh God…Mr…Mr…Fuck it, Mark…That feels so good….keep…keep going…” I knew that if I kept a steady pace, even pushing it faster, that I would have her at the edge of a climax in a just a moment.

Her breaths started to become rhythmic as I could see her tits heavy up and down with every sensual gasp and moan. I quickened the flutter of my tongue on her clit, making her throw her hand above her head, and grab onto the sheets clawing at them.

I’m cumming…I’m cumming… Keep going…Fuck…keep going.” I could hear her gritting her teeth. Her hips began to buck against my face.

“Oh fuck yes!!!…. Harder…” I complied and was licking as hard as I could while my fingers rammed her body at a furious pace.

With one last great buck her body came to a rest. Her chest was heaving up and down with each deep breath. I gave her a long deep lick tasting her sweet cum. She tasted perfect. I pulled myself up on my and hovered over her wet pussy with my ranging hard on. She looked at me and cocked her eye brow like she had completely forgot about my cock.

In an instant she pushed me down and was straddling me. Her pussy was sitting just between my stomach and my cock.

“You like the naughty secretary, don’t you?” She smiled and raised herself up slightly and took my cock in her hands. Methodically she took the tip and dragged it up and down her warm, dripping pussy.

“Yeah, maybe you can work late a little more often.” I smiled at her as I watched her tease my cock. Gently, her teasing slowed as she lowered herself on to my cock, taking it all in

“Mmmm…Damn that feels good…” I grabbed her hips and let my right hand rub her ass. I gave her a quick spank, making her gasp and giggle.

“Well, sir, if that’s how you want it.” Her hips began to rock back and forth faster and deeper. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock as she bit her bottom lip. I loved it when she fucked me hard. I let my hands run up her sides and play with her bouncing tits. I kept one hand on her tit while the other one dropped and find her clit with my thumb. While I applied some pressure, with my thumb, she grabbed my other hand and began to suck on my finger like she does my cock.

“Oh fuck Mark…that feels sooo good…” One of her hands held my hand just outside of her mouth, while the other ran through her hair. My thumb swirled around her clit to the rhythm of her gyrating hips.

I could feel my balls begin to tingle. My orgasm was building as I watched Tara’s beautiful body work me like a machine.

“I don’t…know… how… but I’m cumming…again… of God…please cum with me baby… Cum in me…Do it…” She sucked my finger harder as I felt her pussy spasm as I released my first load into her. Her body rocked back and forth, pumping spurt after spurt escort bursa of my cum up inside of her. Slowly, the rocking eased and she slumped down on to my chest. Our sweaty bodies felt like a perfect fit. I could feel her pussy still pulsating around my dick as he gradually went soft.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and sizzling bacon. The bed still had Tara’s imprint in the sheets and the pillow. I stretched and walked out. As I turned the corner to the kitchen Tara’s cute little ass was poking out from the open-backed apron she was wearing.

“Morning hon,” she said as turned around. “I thought you could use some sustenance after last night.” She sauntered over to me and kissed me.

“You might just be the best girlfriend ever.” I kissed her again and sat down with a hot cup of coffee.

“Hey babe, this weekend I’m going to take a few of the guys from work to the cabin. We don’t have anything going on do we?” She placed a loaded plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me.

“Not that I can think of.” She sipped her orange juice. “Maybe Betty and I can hit that spa at the city center near the cabin. Would you mind if I caught a ride with you?” Tara batted her eyes lashes at me. Although she meant it as a cliché, it was working.

“Well, I was kind of hoping to make this a guys’ weekend babe. I mean…”

“No, don’t worry about it. We would stay at the hotel in town. The spa attached to it just got some rave reviews. It would just be a ride, that’s all. I’ll even wear that short summer dress you like so much, so you can show me off…Please…” She giggled her tits and swayed from side to side.

“Fine, we can take my truck and throw the stuff in the back. It might be a tight squeeze, but I’m sure the guys won’t mind behind squished between you and Betty.” I smiled knowing how easily I was defeated.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you baby.” She leaned over and kissed me as she sat on my lap. “I’ll make it worth your while.” She smiled and kissed me again.

Tara’s Perspective…

Everything had worked out perfectly. Betty and I were able to make last minute reservations for this weekend, and one of the guys had to cancel. Since our school was off for two week for Spring Break, I had chance to just relax and spend so quality time with Mark. I hadn’t met any of the guys that were going, but Mark made it sound pretty important that he impress them to make sure he has a good crew moving forward. I didn’t want to be the annoying tag-along girlfriend, so I made sure Betty and I had plenty to do so the guys could go do their thing.

We were leaving early Friday morning and staying until Sunday afternoon. Betty and I had several spa treatments set up each day, dinner reservations and I made sure room service delivered wine. After working at a school all year, and summer looming in front of us, the stress began to mount. The kids’ attention spans were smaller than a nanosecond, and the teachers, me included, began to get crabby.

Since we were going to walking around the spa mostly nude, I wanted to make sure I looked good and of course, groomed in all the right areas. I had some down time before the weekend, I was able to work out, tan and even do some shopping. I got a new large luggage bag, some shorts a top or two and some fun outfits for Mark and I. One was your classic slutty cheerleader that left little to the imagination, another was a beautiful black lingerie set with garters, fuck-me boots and a leather strappy choker that looked like it should have a leash on it. There were a few other toys and items as well.

It was Thursday, and after doing some shopping, trying on clothes and picking through sexy toys, I had to say I was beginning to get a little horny perusing all of the sexy toys and outfits. As I got home I started checking things off my list for my pre-travel to-do list. I had outfits, luggage, a new bikini for the hotel pool, and I decided to go and get my pussy waxed bare so I was nice and smooth for the spa treatments and there wouldn’t be any pulling of tiny little hairs I didn’t want. I usually left a small patch of hair right above my clit, because I love the look and it feels so god when Mark tongue brushes over it sending shivers through my legs, but this was actually more for my comfort than it was for him.

My Phone rang.

“Hey babe, where are you?” I put down a bag and sifted through it looking for an outfit I was sure he was going to love.

“I’m still at work. Did you get everything you need for the trip? Did you find anything interesting?” He sounded busy, but I was happy he called.

“Yes I did. In fact, I am looking at something you are going to love.” I looked in a full length mirror and held up a short white tennis skirt and a see-through white shirt. He had mentioned how good I must have looked when I played tennis in high school, so I thought maybe some time next week when he comes home he could find himself a naughty little tennis player.

“Great, I can’t wait to see it. Will you do me a favor? Will you make sure Betty will be ready at 7:00 tomorrow? I don’t want to start the trip off on a bad foot with these guys.” I could hear in his voice that he was working on something and hardly paying attention to the conversation.

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Swim Partner

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I learned swimming when I was in school, one summer my father urged me to learn something new and I found that swimming pool is a great place to cool off. Fast forward few years, I got a job and moved to the near by city.

I am 5ft 11in, yeah I know short of 6ft. with broad shoulders and good looking. After one year of working, I kind of slacked off and put up some weight, so I searched for exercising regime. Finally my friends suggested swimming, at first I was reluctant to go, but visited the pool with couple of my friends and inquired about the cost.

I started going to the pool from that saturday and went in the morning batch for 7am to 8am slot. The pool was kind of full and it being summer lot of kids were there. I got out of the pool early due to commotion, then the trainer suggested evenings everyday that would work with work timings too. On that sunday, I went at 3 pm afternoon and changed in to my shorts, went to shower. Right next to boys changing rooms, there are girls changing rooms too and after that showers. I was looking at the pool and admiring the absence of general commotion. Suddenly bumped into somebody and soft flesh brushed against my hands. Turned and started to apologize, when I registered a puzzled gorgeous face. Involuntarily my gaze went down, finding two bouncing melons, very near to my hands. Then I snapped back, apologizing completely and hoping she did not notice my gaze. She said alright and moved towards the showers..

I cast side wards glance all the time I showered trying to gauze the measurements which are blowing my mind away as I am moving my eyes downwards. She has a slender figure but with huge breasts and small nipples poking as the suit became wet and hips were firm and round. As the water dripped from her face, her lips slowly parted as she exhaled. Her complexion was milky white with very smooth skin tone. Swim suit she wore was green and just covered her hips and even while standing, one can she her cleavage directly. As I was looking from a side angle, the view was incredible. Her big round breasts were standing out from her frame and I could see a small part of her side boobs. The suit was doing a bad job covering bursa escort her assets. As I was leaving the shower and cast her a last look when she directly looked at me with an even face. I panicked and walked to the pool, l am kind of shy, unless until spoken to I have never spoken to a women before.

I started swimming slowly, but I did dare to look at her. I observed her walking from corner of my eye with her big melons bouncing as she walked to the pool. When she came near the steps of the pool. Perv in me woke up at that moment and I went underwater and rested opposite to where steps were, I analysed that she will have to bend to get down and I wanted to see how the swim suit will cover her ample bosom. Well, I was rewarded with a rather enticing view of two big boobs mashed together to create a thin line of darkness between two mountains and a slight bob as she came into the pool. Noticing that my short became tight, I started swim to other end of the pool.

Our swimming pool is rather small, 25m*13m, 6.5ft being highest depth. Since I learned swimming pretty well, I used to swim full length 25m, most others used to do 13m (horizontally). I have completed two laps like that and came to see that she is talking to a trainer asking about back stroke. I did not hear what the trainer said, but she was not that happy and started to do normal free style horizontally. I devised a plan and started swimming perpendicular to her, as I expected I collided with her in the middle. My hand firmly slapping her buttocks, she came out of water with a start, saw me and went away. I gave a sheepish grin and swam away, but I wanted her to know show my prowess on backstroke and I made sure she was looking and swam with backstroke. She observed this and I did dolphin stroke the next round. On the shallow end, I rested for a while, hoping she would come to me. She came soon enough and I looked at her innocently, giving half a smile she asked me about back stroke. I promptly replied that I learned long back and I am good at it and apologized for slapping her bottom, she said its fine with a small smile.

Then she asked me to teach her backstroke, oh boy this what I was bursa escort bayan hoping for. I said its fine by me, but asked her to show her free style first and told her to do slowly and I wanted see her skill. Secretly I wanted see her great boobs hanging inside water, she obliged to do so and started to swim towards me. I went under water and ogled at her cleavage as they bobbed with rhythm and I was able to see the nipples, I was staring at those, as she came up to me. she stood in the pool and I came up involuntarily, still staring at those gravity defying ones.. She cleared her throat, I jerked up and said she is great!. She smiled sexily and asked me to teach backstroke, I showed her the technique. Then asked her to do, but as I surmised, she was not able to do it right away, she went under. She came up gasping and asked me to help, I said fine fine with a crooked smile. I told her to sleep on the surface of water and I kept my hand under her waist supporting her weight. Later I kept my other hand under her buttocks, she did not say anything and I kept it for a short while.

As she kept kicking her legs, I could not hold any longer and squeezed her butt cheeks. She winced a little with a small smile appearing on her face, I took it as encouragement and squeezed both of them at once. This time she stopped and I said your chest needs to up more, ignorantly, she tried push her ample bosom up. It was just a great view, l let slip due to weight of those it is difficult. She smiled and said they were indeed heavy. This being afternoon in the pool nobody, bothered us and trainer was in his cabin. I said they looked great and have never seen such big boobs, she smiled quite proudly. I dont know from where I plucked up the courage but asked her if I could touch them, she gave naughty laugh and went underwater abruptly.

I followed her in, she turned abruptly and let my hands touch her boobs. The feeling is amazing, they were so big and soft they could not fit in even my big hands. I squeezed them hard, as if honking and she gasped for her breath and came to surface. I observed that nipples were straining hard against the swim suit and bra inside, realizing escort bursa they are bigger than before. This time she smiled seductively and I went under water to explore, as she stood, I poked my hand at her crotch and let a small sound out and laughed later. She hit me on the head and told me to come up, I obliged, and she said its wrong to do it in public. I said if it is okay to do it on bed and she gave a such sexy smile, then she started to swim away from me and I followed this time. I came to her underwater and pulled at the nipple of left boob, she tried to hit me but missed. I acted as if going away this time bringing my hand firmly into this ass crack.

This is the first time a girl gave me a chance to touch her at all and I was ecstatic trying to make most of it. Then she said she had to leave and we went to shower together. Trainer is nearby, so I could not do anything but look, but she slightly moved her hips towards me. I watched with fascination as he wiggled her ass, she turned completely towards me and then I asked if she could show me little more. She then pulled her, bra and suit little down, to reveal pink and red nipple and boy were they poking out. My bulge was obvious on front of my shorts and she looked at it appreciatively. I am well above average in terms of size, she said she is done and while going away she stroked my front slowly acting like she did nothing. My member was pulsing heavily and it is first time I was experiencing such a rush, with this I whispered to her, I will take a longer bath at home, winking. I went to guys changing rooms and changed. I went out and waited for her to come out, she was taking lot of time. Then went to stand in front of changing girls changing rooms to find an open curtain which was usually closed. I looked around to find no one watching me, so I stood there acting as if looking at my phone. Then she came out of the bath inside the changing room, at this time of hour, nobody comes to the pool.

She changed into normal dress with a tight t shirt and tracks. Those accentuated her curves well, then noticed that her nipples were still poking out. As she came out of the room and I asked her why she was wearing no bra now. She replied saying she likes it this way and added saying that she was not wearing her panties either, as they became wet, but not from water, wink. My member became rock hard and she laughed at this and we went our separate ways.

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Sweet Georgia Peaches Pt. 03

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Chapter 3

“YES! I’m cumming!” Birdie’s orgasm echoed through the house, waking up Trixie.

Trixie rubbed her eyes and flinched when saw a tattooed black man, looking at her. Then she remembered last night. “OH FUCK, what have I done?”

“Having regrets, sexy lady?” Jamal grinned.

“Oh gawd, I cheated on my husband AGAIN. I’m such a fucking slut.” Jamal laughed, his tattooed hand moving his dick up to her tits. “What are you doing?”

“Time for a morning fun. I’m gonna fuck those luscious, beach-ball titties.”

Trixie smiled. “You’re insatiable.” She looked down in awe at Jamal’s foot long dong. It always made her pussy tremble. Jamal spit in his hand and rubbed his shaft.

“Squeeze them tits together.” Jamal forced his cock into her cleavage. Trixie pressed her boobs together, wrapping Jamal’s cock in soft, titty flesh. “You ever been titty fucked before?”

“Nope.” Trixie stared at the boner in her bosom.

“I’m surprised. Those big-ass boobs were made for fucking.” Jamal slid his cock back and forth between her mounds. Trixie was caught off guard when his cockhead hit her chin.

His prick slid faster between her boobs, and aroused nipples popped up like corks.

Trixie watched cross-eyed as his knob slid up to her nose and back down to her chin. Jamal’s cockhead brushed past her lips and Trixie stuck out her tongue, licking his pee hole, tasting a drop of pre-cum with each stroke.

Trixie pinched her swollen nipples while still scrunching her tits around his titty-fucking cock. Trixie moaned, pinching them harder. Jamal’s fat cockhead slipped inside her mouth as she moaned.

Trixie lifted her head up, letting his knob slid in and out of her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it. Her pussy itched, bad. Trixie wanted this cock down her throat, or fucking her pussy or even her ass again.

But this big-boned, tattooed black wanted a titty fuck.

So he got a titty fuck. Crushing his shaft between her mounds, Trixie sucked his knob each time it slid into her mouth. She felt it growing, hardening, swelling up, ready to burst. And it did!

Jamal’s hot jism flooded her mouth, forcing Trixie’s head back until it slipped from her lips. Trixie swallowed just as a huge load of jism spewed from his cockhead, covering her face and hair.

He pulled his prick up, spurting wad after wad over her milky boobs.

Trixie felt a glob of cum slipping down her nipple. She sucked it off her nipple. “Tastes yummy.” Trixie licked her lips as her pussy writhed between her legs, aching for cock.

Once his bursa escort cock was drained, Jamal climbed off. “Thanks Trix, time for my shower.”

“Dammit Jamal, you can’t leave me all horny like this. I’m going with you!” Trixie whined. “Me and my burning pussy need a good shower fuck.”

****

Birdie woke up hung-over and naked, with someone spreading her legs. It must be Marcus. She rubbed her bleary eyes as a stiff cock wedged into her pussy and started fucking.

Birdie giggled. “Again Marcus, you horny dog.”

“MA’AM I ain’t no dog!”

Birdie looked up in shock to see Reggie! The paperboy was pounding her pussy. “Stop that, Now!”

Reggie stopped, but it was too late. He’d aroused her horny twat… and his young boner was so damn stiff! Birdie lay back, and let the stud ride her like a fuck-pony, until her pussy bucked with a morning orgasm.

“Wow Reggie, was that a Key West wake-up call?”

“Yes ma’am.” He yanked up his pants. “Gotta go now, I’m late for football practice. Oh and you’re real pretty.”

After he left, Trixie ran into the room. “Birdie, what the fuck was that about, and what in the holy-fuck happened last night?”

Birdie laughed. “Lots of screwing, that’s for sure. When you saw Marcus’s monster dick, you spread your legs like a slut. You must’ve been pretty drunk last night.”

“SLUT, you weren’t drunk this morning with Reggie. What do we tell our husbands?”

“Don’t tell them nothing, dumbass! We just had a fucking good time, that’s all, Birdie. ‘What happens on Boner Island stays on Boner Island!’ Holy shit, I never knew screwing could be so good.

We’ll get all this lustful screwing out of our systems before we go back home to our boring-as-dirt, pencil-dicked husbands.”

“No regrets?”

“Never Birdie, every time one of those black pricks erupted in my pussy, I trembled with an insane orgasm.

“And Trixie, it’s only Saturday. We won’t have the money until Monday. We’re stuck here until then. They’re going to want to fuck us all weekend. We can’t refuse them.”

“Hell, I don’t want to refuse. I want to fuck and suck and party my panties off.”

“Now there’s a sexy sight,” said Jamal walking back into the room. He was freshly showered, and his dreadlocks shimmered in the sunlight.

“Your turn you redheaded Georgia Peach.” Jamal waved his magnificent fuck-stick, pointing it at Birdie.

“Who me?”

“Yep. Get naked and rollover on top of your friend. Face to face and bush to bush.”

Birdie stepped away, but Jamal grabbed her ass and bursa escort bayan threw her on Trixie. The girls stared at each other, and Birdie gasped as Jamal’s fuck-stick plunged into her pussy.

Birdie’s boobs squished into Trixie’s with each thrust of Jamal’s cock. Birdie’s arms gave out, and she fell flat onto her friend’s body. Birdie winced as Jamal fucked faster, drilling to the bottom of her hole.

Holding onto Trixie, the redhead felt it coming…and her head flew up as her body shook in orgasm. Jamal laughed and stopped fucking.

Birdie turned her head. “What’s wrong Jamal, aren’t you going to cum in me?”

“Not yet. First I wanna see you two kissing. Chicks kissing chicks turns me on.” The girls shook their heads. “Dammit Birdie, kiss Trixie or I’ll fist your asshole.”

Birdie DEFINITELY didn’t want that!! She smacked Trixie with a quick kiss.”

“Not that way. Kiss Trixie like you’re fucking her. Kiss her like you got a cock, a long black cock pounding into her pussy.”

Birdie imagined herself with a porn-star prick. She giggled and lay on top of Trixie. Their lips met, and it felt awkward. Jamal slapped her ass, and Bridie mashed her mouth against Trixie’s.

Their tongues touched, and both girls shivered. But Birdie jerked up again, squealing as Jamal shoved his jumbo prick into her pussy.

She grabbed Trixie’s face, their lips touching in a gentle kiss. The girls squeezed each other’s tits and aroused nipples… And soon the soft kiss ignited into a tongue twirling, lip sucking mouth-fuck!

Jamal laughed. “That’s it bitches. Get in ON!”

Birdie was definitely ‘Getting it ON.’ Jamal’s thrusting cock pushed Birdie’s mound against Trixie’s crotch. And soon, Birdie was cunt-humping her friend like a horny dog. Birdie liked being on top.

Trixie moaned, lifting her hips up with each cunt stroke, smashing their horny pussies together. Soon Birdie jolted up. “Ohh it feels good…so good.”

Birdie’s fat boobs pounded Trixie’s face. Trixie sucked them, with her tongue flicking Birdie’s aroused nipples.

“I’m cumming!” screamed Birdie, with Trixie biting her nipple and Jamal’s huge cock plowing her pussy.

“So am I bitch,” yelled Jamal.

“Mmfff…” Birdie’s fat boobs buried Trixie’s face as Jamal slammed his cock in balls deep and spewed, flooding Birdie’s cunt with cum.

“Jezuz!” Birdie felt gobs of cum leak from her pussy crack into Trixie’s pussy crack. It wasn’t the first time they shared cum.

Jamal pulled his cock out and sat back on his knees. “Nice escort bursa tight twat, Blondie. You too Red. Now I want to see you lick out each’s other’s cunts.”

“No way!” They yelled.

“DO IT! Girls gotta lick Girls. That’s how we swing in the Keys.”

Jamal’s strong arms picked up Birdie, flipped her around, and shoved her face into Trixie’s red bush. Now they were face to pussy, and tongue to twat. He slapped Birdie’s ass.

“Now lick twat!”

Trixie squirmed as Birdie stabbed her tongue up her hole. And Trixie stabbed back, lapping up pussy cum. The girls licked each other like starving lesbos. Birdie couldn’t get enough of Trixie’s cunt cream.

Soon Birdie found her friend’s clitty, and flicked it mercilessly. Trixie did the same thing, and the climaxed into each other’s mouths. Jamal laughed, spanked Birdie’s naked butt, and left.

Birdie moved on top of Trixie, and they kissed with their pussy soaked lips. “Wow Trix… that was fucking different.”

“It fucking was.” They lay back panting, looking up at the mirrored ceiling. “Wanna take a shower together?”

“Sure.”

Trixie and Birdie squeezed under the showerhead, their plump boobs pressing together as their wet, naked bodies rubbed against each other. But after licking each other’s pussies the shower felt erotic.

They gazed at each other’s sensuous bodies. Trixie whispered, “Wow Birdie, this time you’re giving ME a boner.” The girls laughed. Birdie got on her knees and soaped up Trixie’s fuzzy blond peach.

They washed each other’s boobs and sucked each other’s nipples. Birdie turned her face to the shower, washing off dried cum and pussy juice. Soon she felt Trixie scrubbing her fuzzy red peach.

She moaned when Trixie’s finger slid along her wet slit and pushed in. A second finger dug deep inside her hole.

Birdie giggled when Trixie’s mouth went down, sucking her clit. Trixie’s naughty tongue flicked it back and forth, playing pussy ping-pong with her clitty. Now Birdie’s red pussy burned red hot.

She yanked Trixie down onto the shower floor. And the Georgia Peaches licked each other to orgasm again…and again. Then Birdie raised her head and stared into Trixie’s blue eyes.

“And I thought getting assfucked would be the biggest surprise of my weekend.”

“Me too,” Trixie laughed, rubbing her reamed-out butt hole. “Hell, I NEVER had so much wild, fucking sex!”

“And it’s only Saturday. By Monday were gonna be sore as sin.”

“Yep. We’ll be walking bow-legged for a year!” Trixie laughed. “And our poor mouths will be worn out from cock sucking and carpet munching.”

“But Trixie, what do we tell our husbands?”

“Tell them we enjoyed our vacation. We FUCKING enjoyed Boner Island!”

“Um Trix, maybe we don’t mention Boner Island.”

“Okay Sugar-Slit.”

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Mckayla, The 18-Year-Old Goddess

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Friday 17 February 1995 2:45. I have just arrived home from a fabulous sexual experience. After work I decided to have a “massage”, so I went to Emily’s there but as there were no women available, so I decided to try out Bobbie’s. I loved the look of the place from the inside and the only young women available looked attractive. Her working name was McKayla, even if she did not know how to spell it. She was slim but with a great figure and looks, but very young. She was only 18. I had a drink and went upstairs with her, had a shower and she had one after me. She was standing along side me just outside the shower when I noticed that she had lovely breasts that stood up for themselves. I first thought that she had breast implants, not because they were big, but because they did not sag, but I realised that they were fresh young, beautiful breasts. She has a very good body, slim, but well shaped and firm, with brunette with short hair. She did look very young though. I did notice that she had a tattoo of a peacock on her right hip, which she said that she had had for two years. She must have had that at 16.

I lay face down on the double bed and she started to give me an excellent massage. I talked about massage with her. She is also a hair dresser trainee and is learning massage as well. She has only been working at Bobby’s for three days, so giving a nude massage and charging for sex with a stranger was new to her. We talked about massage and her work while she was massaging my back and I learnt quite a bit about her. I had to bring her out, as she was reluctant to start the conversation herself. I could tell that she did not have a great deal of confidence, but also I did not want to take advantage of her. She sat at the side of me when she was massaging my back and I could tell by her strokes that she knew about massage. She must have massaged my back and legs for at least 20 minutes that was so relaxing. I had not had a proper massage for many years, May 1989, I think. However, the last time I had a massage, it was on a popper massage table and the woman who gave it to me was not nude. But here I was, with an attractive young nude woman, giving me an excellent massage at a “massage” parlour. I was not here just for the massage. I fancied her and I wanted to make love with her, yet, I had made no suggestions to her or she to me. She had not even given me the odd erotic caress or anything like it, so I let her go at her pace and just enjoyed the massage. Unfortunately, I was not able to look as her while she was doing this. I wanted to kiss her all over as she was so delicious.

When I was asked to turn over, I suggested to her that when she gives an erotic massage that she should sit astride the person. This would straighten the back and make it easier for her. At this suggestion, she then sat astride me while I was on my back. Very erotic and it was the first time that I could look clearly at her. It was not until then that I noticed that she had shaved pubes with a bit of stubble there. (Clearly she was in need of another shave that I would love to do for her.)

I then asked her what her other talents were and she said that she went with the flow. I asked her about extras and she said that it was $80.00 for all or $60.00 and $40.00, which meant oral or a hand job. I asked if I could eat her and she said I could so I said that I would go for all of it. She then came and lay down along side me and we started kissing and cuddling. She was not too keen on deep kissing but it was much better Gebze escort bayan that what I had experienced before. She even put her tongue into my mouth, but only briefly. I stroked her body and breasts while kissing her, her neck and breast before moving to her vagina. I was looking for her clitoris to arouse her. Also, her breasts came in for some oral attention. Her sex opened and became moist and she seemed to be enjoying it. I did this for several minutes and while I was, she took my growing penis in her hand and began to stroke it. If I had left her stroking me like she was, I would have come very soon. This was not my intention. I then moved down to eat her and although she was a bit prickly, she tasted wonderful and clean. I ate her for several minutes, and I asked her if she liked it and she said she did. She did not make any moves in my face at all, but I stroked her body as she stroked my arms. After about five minutes, she then stiffened up, her legs clamped on my head and her pelvis pushed into my face. I knew that she must have had an orgasm. I continued for several more minutes until she had another one. I must have been eating her for at least ten minutes. I could have kept going for much longer and I could have like to have tried a 69er with her. Perhaps next time.

I then wiped my mouth and moved up and lay down beside her. She showed no inclination of putting a rubber on me so I moved on top of her. McKayla put her hand down and guided me into her warm, very wet, willing cavity and I slipped inside her so easily. All her lubricants were natural and I had got them flowing. It was wonderful to be inside such a beautiful woman without any hindrance. Although I have been inside 18 year old vaginas before, this was the youngest one that I had been inside bare back in relation to my age. She is 27 years younger than I am. Exquisite! There is nothing in this world like being bare back inside a warm, wet willing fanny. I could have it at least once a day, and sometimes more often. I moved gently into her and settled myself inside all the way and then began slow gentle movements. I did not want to rush this experience and I wanted to make to most of this tight young vagina that was wrapped around my penis. McKayla did not move very much with me, just in small ways. Although she has had six years of sexual experience, as I found out later, she did not have any idea of how to move when having sex. I was inside her for about ten minutes before I came, but I kept up my movements, and kept some of my hardness. I really did not want to stop. I wanted to stay inside her and start all over. But we were well over time.

I stayed inside her and pushed myself up on my arms and talked about it with her. I asked her why she had let me enter her without a rubber and she said that she just hadn’t thought about it. I said that I probably had more chance of catching something from her than she from me, so she asked me why I had not wanted to wear protection. I said that as I thought that she was very new to this game, I was taking a small calculated risk. I asked her if she had let any others, and she said that she had not, as they all had worn a rubber. I said that she must get all the other to wear rubbers and say “No rubber; No Sex.” That is except me. I said she should get tested regularly and insist on rubber, excepting for me of course and that I would get tested as well. I said that I would like to be a regular, about every second week and she said that she would like that. I asked her if she did have an orgasm, and she asked what that was. I explained and she said she had and that she had enjoyed it. She said she had never had one before. I was pleased that I was the first to ensure that she did have an orgasm and I had given her her first two orgasms. She had not had an orgasm in the six years she had been having sex since the age of twelve. She is unsophisticated in sex, and she has a lot to learn. I hope that I can teach her some techniques to help her enjoy it more and to bring off unpleasant client earlier.

When I pulled out, I went down and started to eat her again, and she tasted saltier, which must have been my fluids. It is the first time that I have eaten a woman after I have left my stuff inside. I loved it and will do it again with her next time, which I will make next week at the latest. We showered and dressed. McKayla was wearing conservative clothes; black bikini panties, a long straight dress and a sweat shirt type thing on top.

I am glad, as well pleased that I have met her. I will keep in touch with her. I hope that I can become more that just a punter, perhaps a mentor but not one that expects free sex. I hope that I can get to know her much better and perhaps even go out with her. I do not think that she can be living with her parents as they would wonder what she was doing out until 05.00 in the morning and then going to work at 08.00. She almost makes me feel like a teenager again. I hope I can get together with her in private. I will find out if she does massage at work and if she does, then I will have a straight massage from her at work. Or at her home if she will let me. I will pay her exclusively the going rate for herself. I will reserve the time we have together at the parlour for deep intimacy. I will help her as much as I can and as much as she will let me. I will encourage her to kiss more deeply and intimately as I can, but time will tell. It may not work out between us and she may not want to have anything more to do with me other than a punter. We shall see.

Sunday 19 February 1995 2:12. I have again returned from my second sexual experience with McKayla. She is very very good and I enjoy making love with her. I made an appointment for a massage with her at 0.15 hours and turned up a few minutes early. Mckayla had a different dress on this time, which I thought was more becoming and she looked much better in it. More sensuous. This time she was more talkative from the start and I had a cup of coffee before we went upstairs. We both had showers and when she dried herself from hers, I handed her a packet that has two pairs of black bikini panties. She asked what they were for and I said that I wanted to get them. She tried them on and they fitted well.

I lay down on the bed and had her come and lie down beside me. As much as I would have liked her to give me a massage, I wanted to spend the time with her. We talked and stroked a bit, but nothing heavy for several minutes. She again seemed reluctant to kiss be, so instead, I started to kiss her all over, moving down her body. I was stroking her all over as well, but I deliberately kept away from her pubic region. She had shaved her pubes again but it felt as though she had a day’s growth on it and it was prickly. I moved further down until I was eating her in earnest. She had her arms almost folded across her chest and at first was staring at either the ceiling or the TV screen. She stiffened up twice, but did not attempt to caress me at all. I noticed that she had her eyes shut at this time.

I then moved up and lay beside her and asked her if she did the same. She said yes, but said would I mind if she used a rubber. I said that I would prefer it without one, but she put one on me anyway. She started along side me but I said I could do it to her as well so she manoeuvred herself over me and we did it to each other. She was not an expert in this but she wasn’t too bad either.

I then had her lie down and I moved on top of her and tried to enter. It just would not move freely; I seemed to almost stick in there somehow because I still had the rubber on. I said to her that if she did not object I was going to remove the rubber, which I did and I slid back in so easily. Whereas before, I was having some trouble, possibly because the lubrication had been sucked off the rubber, now it was slipping in so beautifully. There is really nothing in the world quite like slipping bare back into a warm, willing, tight vagina. Amazing. She was so smooth and slippery when I had removed the rubber. It was so delightful.

We continued this way for sometime and I then had her get on top of me. When she was on top, she did move much more freely then she did when I was on top of her. While she was on top of me, my finger was probing around her anus. When she did not object to what I was doing, I inserted one finger into inside. I asked her if she minded and she said that she did not mind but that it did not do anything for her. We continued in this manner for several more minutes. Then I put my arms under her legs and sat up, and lifted her right off the bed and stood up. I felt that she was a little bit too heavy for me then to continue standing up so I move her down on the bed without losing my place, and continued. This time I had her legs over my arms so she was wide and open, and I could get in deeper than I had before. The only trouble was that she sounded as though she was farting with the air being pushed back and forwards in her. This did not sound erotic, even if everything else was, that I let her legs drop down.

I asked her if she would prefer if I came outside her, and she said she would. I still did not feel like coming just then but I knew that our time was almost finished. I quickened my pace until I was ready to come, pulled out and pressed on her mound to come. I would have liked to have come in her mouth or between her breasts, but perhaps that will happen another time.

When I came, and moved off her, McKayla got up and went straight into the shower. I showered after her and when we were both dresses, I asked it I could photograph her. She consented and I took two shots of her. I would have preferred to photograph her nude but that will come later. Before we left the room, I gave her a copy of my writings about her, and hope that she would contact me. Time will tell.

Wednesday 1 March 1995 10:08. I phoned Bobbie’s after work last night to see if McKayla was working that night. I did not intend to have a massage but I was going to go around and find McKayla’s car, a Toyota Corolla, and write down the registration plate so that I could trace the owner. However, the receptionist told me that they had taken her off their roster as she had missed the last three nights that she was supposed to be there. They had not heard from her and felt that she was probably too young and immature and they did not expect her back. I do not think that I can trace her through the hairdressers, as there are so many in the yellow pages. I probably could trace her through the nightclubs as she lives opposite one of them. It is a long shot, but it may work. We will see.

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Matty Meets Kimmy Ch. 10

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“Did you pack my thermal socks babe?”

“Yes honey, they’re in my blue suitcase,” I yelled from the kitchen.

I sipped on my coffee and skimmed through my email using our ipad. Matt was still getting ready; we had a flight in two hours. We were on Christmas vacation and were spending it with Summer and Adam in Colorado, up in the mountains in a log cabin.

About an hour later, we had checked in for our flight and were walking towards our gate. As we walked, I began to feel a bit nauseous and light headed.

“Babe, do you mind holding up a bit, I need to use the restroom.”

Matt paused and I walked towards the ladies room. I set my purse down on the counter then washed my face. I began to feel clammy and even more nauseous. There was a stirring within me and I felt my palms go cold and sweaty. I rushed off to a stall and hunched over the bowl, I immediately began puking. It took a couple minutes for me to feel settled. I walked back to the sink and washed my mouth and face. I figured it must have been something I’d eaten the day before that had caused my stomach to be upset. After composing myself, I went back out and rejoined Matt. We walked to our gate and sat patiently, waiting to board.

We’d been married for a year and six months now and were thoroughly happy with one another. Sitting on the airplane I held Matt’s hand,

“I can’t wait to see Sum and Adam, it’s been ages.”

“I know, almost a year now,” Matt stated, referring to last Christmas when Summer and Adam came down to Miami for a few days.

When we landed in Denver, Matt whipped out his cell phone and called Adam, their flight was supposed to have arrived an hour before.

After a brief conversation, Matt grabbed the heavier of our bags and turned to me,

“They’re getting the rental car. He said to wait for them at the curb, baggage claim 15,” he informed.

I clutched our pull-along and followed Matt out.

We only had to wait a couple minutes before a silver SUV pulled up in front of us. We peered in through the window and saw Adam and Summer. Adam hopped out and helped Matt pack the bags into the rear of the vehicle. I gave him a brief hug then crawled into the backseat.

“Ohhh my god Kimmy!! You look amazing hun,” Summer squealed.

She leaned back from the passenger seat and we hugged,

“So do you Sum, it’s so nice to see you guys.”

Matt and Adam hopped in and we drove off.

The drive to the cabin was a lengthy one, almost an hour and a half, but it gave the four of us lots of time to catch up.

We stopped for lunch and just before getting back on the road, Summer wanted to take a quick restroom break. I joined her although I didn’t really have to go. I was still feeling a bit squeamish from this morning and decided to wash my face with some cold water. I heard the toilet flush and watched as Summer emerged. She proceeded to wash her hands and looked over to me,

“Everything okay babe? You look kinda pale,” she stated.

“Really? Ohh, I’m fine, just feeling a bit nauseous, maybe it’s the altitude,” I replied, “Although. . .” I stated before stopping.

“Although what?” Summer followed up.

“Well, I threw up this morning in Miami, so it can’t be the altitude, maybe it was just something I ate,” I tried to reason.

I felt Summer’s hand on my shoulder, then she began to rub my back.

“You think aspirin will help? That’s all I have on me.”

“No thanks hun, I think I’ll be okay,” I replied.

I gave my face another rinse in some cold water while Summer caringly held my hair. Wiping my face, I noticed Summer seemed to have something on her mind.

“What is it Sum?”

“Well, do you mind if I ask when your period is?” she asked.

I immediately knew what Summer was thinking. It took a few seconds for me to get my dates right, but I finally looked up at her,

“Umm, it’s supposed to be tomorrow,” I replied, tossing the paper towel in the trash.

“Have you been taking your pill regularly?” Summer asked.

“Well. . .I missed a day a couple weeks ago,” I admitted guiltily.

“Kimberly!” Summer scolded.

“What?! I told Matt, we even used condoms for a few days,” I defended.

“I think we need to get you a pregnancy test.”

I began to feel nervous, but deep down I knew Summer was right. The more I thought about it, I hadn’t eaten anything out of the ordinary.

I looked up to Summer and knew she could see the distress in my eyes,

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll buy it, there’s a pharmacy across the street. Just head back to the car and tell the guys I went to buy some snacks. We’ll do it tonight, together.”

Summer’s words were so calming. She put her arm around me and gave me a brief hug before we made our way back outside.

XXXX

That night, after settling into our rooms, the boys cooked us dinner; grilled chicken and vegetables. After dinner, we found ourselves in the living room, relaxing in front of a roaring fire. Matt and I were laid out on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket. Summer and Adam were snuggled Gebze escort under a blanket of their own, on the floor in front us, on the plush shag rug. As the night drew on and the conversation dwindled, Summer announced that she was going to take a shower,

“Uhhh, Kim, want to come see those boots I was telling you about?”

It caught me off-guard, but I was quick to recognize Summer’s trivial excuse to head off together.

“Sure Sum, let’s have a look,” I replied as I crawled out of Matt’s arms.

Summer and I locked ourselves in hers and Adam’s bathroom. I watched as my friend dug through her purse and retrieve the pregnancy test. Summer opened the box and handed me the plastic stick. She breezed through the instructions, and looked up at me,

“Okay babe, do your thing,” she smiled.

I quite calmly lowered my cotton sweats along with my black cotton underwear and sat on the toilet bowl. I stuck the stick between my thighs and waited.

“Want me to run some water?” Summer joked as she took a seat on the edge of the tub.

“Just give me a second,” I insisted.

A few seconds later, the silence in the bathroom was broken by the sound of liquid trickling. When I was done, I placed the stick on the edge of the tub and went about wiping myself and pulling up my pants. I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Picking up the box, I noted the two minute waiting period. Summer had her phone out and was checking the time. I was so nervous; I paced up and down in the small space the bathroom offered. Summer picked up the stick and focused her gaze.

“Is the time up?” I anxiously asked.

“Yup, two minutes just passed,” Summer replied.

“Well?!?”

Summer looked up at me with a smile, her eyes glassy,

“It’s positive babe,” she calmly stated.

The news hit me sharp, my mind began to race and my heart pounded so hard against my chest,

“Positive?!? Are you sure??!? Positive?!” I asked.

“Yes Kimmy, it’s positive,” Summer replied, holding the stick out for me to see the plus sign.

An immediate smile hit my face when I saw the results for myself. Summer sprung up to her feet and hugged me tight,

“Oh my god babe, you’re pregnant!!” she announced in hushed tone.

I wrapped my arms around Summer and hugged her with the same exuberance.

“I can’t believe it!!” I replied, tears running down my cheeks.

As we broke our embrace, Summer wiped the tears from my face, and I saw that she was also crying.

“Oh my god! When should I tell Matt?” I asked, almost dumbly.

“It’s got to be right away right? I mean, I think Adam would want to know the second I was pregnant, and besides, it’s going to be kind of obvious if you’re the only one not ordering wine at lunch or dinner tomorrow,” Summer replied.

“I’m so nervous Sum,” I admitted.

“Don’t be Kimmy, it’s Matty, he’s gonna be over the moon. Come on, go take a shower and try to relax.”

I took Summer’s advice and took a quick shower then returned to the living room. Standing over the back of the couch, I leaned over and stared down at Matt,

“Hey babe, I’m heading to bed now,” I softly stated.

“Okay sweetie, I’m gonna shower, be there in a bit,” he replied.

We said goodnight to Adam who was putting out the fire then headed to our room.

Lying nervously in bed, I couldn’t stop fidgeting; I wasn’t sure how I was going to break it to Matt. Suddenly, an idea sprung into my head. I rushed over to my purse and retrieved my lip stick; bright red lipstick. I rolled up my thick cotton jersey and lay on my back. I did my very best as I wrote on my tummy, the handwriting wasn’t the best, but the message was clear, “You’re A Daddy.” Standing up, I looked at myself in the mirror; I turned to the side and tried to imagine myself with a pregnant stomach. There was an immovable smile on my face. When I heard the shower shut off, I put my lipstick away and rushed back into bed.

Matt emerged a couple minutes later and was about to switch off the lights. I had to stop him so I made up an excuse,

“You could leave the lights on for a bit, I have to find some socks, my feet are cold.”

“I could get some for you,” Matt offered as he made his way over to our suitcase.

“Well I thought you could keep me warm for a bit,” I cutely stated.

Matt smiled and crawled onto the bed and over to me.

I smiled as Matt made his way over to me. Supporting himself with his arms so his entire bodyweight wasn’t pressed against me, Matt leaned in and we kissed. I moaned softly and stuck my tongue out just a bit. Matt did the same and we flicked our tongues back and forth against each other. I raised my legs, bending them at the knee and planting my feet flat against the mattress, holding Matt between my thighs. He lowered his face and began kissing my neck. I smiled to myself, feeling his warm tongue on my skin. As Matt continued his delicate pecking, I ran my hands through his damp hair, softly rubbing his head. After a few minutes, I began to gently pushing Matt’s head down, not for oral sex but rather to try to get him into position. Matt complied, making his way down my body, pausing to softly caress my breasts through my jersey. He kept moving lower, then finally I felt his hands on the edge of my jersey. Matt lifted the garment a little, and I felt cool air against my skin. He lowered his face and kissed my exposed abdomen, then up to my bellybutton. I sighed and giggled, his touch was ticklish.

Matt began to raise my jersey further, then his kissing stopped. He raised his head off me a bit,

“What’s this babe?” he questioned.

“What’s what honey? I asked, playing dumb.

“There’s some red stuff on your stomach,” he replied.

“Really? Why don’t you raise up my shirt and see what it is,” I baited.

Matt began to roll my oversized jersey up, to just below my breasts. I watched his face as he stared down at my stomach. He looked up at me with brightened eyes,

“Is this for real?!?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded affirmatively.

“We’re pregnant?!? You’re pregnant?!?” Matt shouted.

“Uh huh,” I stated.

Matt leapt onto me and hugged me tight, he pressed his lips against mine hard. I wrapped my arms around him feeling relieved. We kissed and laughed and cried together, all at the same time. I could feel cold liquid on my face as Matt’s tears dripped on to me. We both sat up and continued to hug,

“I take it you’re happy?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? This is the most amazing news ever!!” Matt immediately responded.

“I’m glad, because I think it is as well.”

We kissed again then I wiped the few tears that were running down Matt’s cheeks.

“I love you so much Kimberly,” Matt smiled.

“I love you too Matty.”

We turned off the lights and crawled under the blanket. Matt spooned me, holding my body close to his. I took his arm which was draped over my body, and raised my shirt, then placed Matt’s palm against my stomach.

He wanted to know every detail of the past few hours and I was happy to tell him.

“Do you think Summer told Adam?” Matt asked.

“No, she said she wouldn’t, we can tell him at breakfast.”

Matt was rubbing his thumb against my stomach as I wiggled my body, cozying up against him.

“So, do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?” I asked.

“I just want a healthy baby,” Matt replied.

“I know me too, but I’m just asking . . . if you had to choose,” I pestered.

Matt giggled and kissed my shoulder,

“Well let’s see, a boy would be cool, I could teach him lots of manly stuff,”

At this point I chuckled and Matt playfully tickled my stomach as a form of admonishment.

“As I was saying,” he continued, “We could do all sorts of manly stuff, but I think I’d like a girl. Another little you running around, she’d be such a princess.”

My eyes began to well up again as I arched my head back and kissed Matt on the cheek.

XXXX

The next morning I was up first. It was freezing. I walked to the bathroom wrapped in a blanket and proceeded to brush my teeth. Smiling uncontrollably, I soaked a hand towel in warm water and washed my stomach which was still covered in lipstick. After going to the bathroom, I walked back out to wake Matt. I combed my hand through his now silky soft hair and whispered into his ear,

“Daddy. . .daddy. . .time to wake up.”

I watched as his eyed opened and he turned to me with a smile,

“I’m gonna get started on breakfast,” I whispered before giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Out in the kitchen, Summer had already started a pot of coffee and was getting the eggs out of the refrigerator.

“Morning Sum, Adam still asleep?”

“Hey Kimmy, no he’s awake, he’ll be out in a bit,” she replied, “What about Matt?”

“The same,” I answered as I walked over and switched on the stove.

“So did you tell him?” Summer eagerly asked.

I smiled at her and nodded.

“And?!?” she asked persistently.

“He was so happy Sum, it was the absolute best reaction I could hope for.”

“Awww, I’m so happy for you guys,” Summer beamed as she reached out to give me a hug.

“Morning girls!” Adam greeted as he entered the kitchen.

Summer and I broke our embrace and went back to seeing about breakfast.

“Hey Adam, how’d you sleep?” I asked.

“Like a baby, Kim,” he replied.

Summer and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“What’d I say?” Adam asked as he poured himself some coffee.

We both stared silent at him,

“Ummm, I’ll let Matt tell you,” I replied.

“Tell me what?” Adam inquired.

“Kimmy’s pregnant,” came Matt’s voice as he walked through the living room and into the kitchen.

“What?! For real?”

Summer and I both nodded at Adam.

“That’s amazing!” Adam shouted as he walked over and hugged Matt.

After the two embraced, Adam made his way over to me; he kissed my cheek and gave me a big hug,

“Congrats Kimmy,” he whispered into my ear.

“Thanks Adam.”

We all sat down for breakfast, discussing the topic at hand.

After breakfast, we all got changed and went down to the ski resort and spent the morning skiing. Matt had never skied before so it was kind of fun to teach him. By lunchtime we’d have our fill of the slopes and called it a day. We dined at a nearby steakhouse for lunch. Summer and Adam insisted they paid, a celebration lunch for our good news she explained.

Back at the cabin, we played board games in the living room and just enjoyed each other’s company.

“Have you guys started talking about names yet?” Summer asked.

Matt and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

“Well I’m just putting it out there, “Summer” is a great name for a girl,” Summer joked.

We all laughed then Adam chimed in,

“I’ve always liked “Sarah”.”

“Babe, stop giving away all our good names,” Summer chided, playfully jabbing Adam in the stomach with her elbow.

“Don’t worry Sum, Adam’s already given me the entire list,” Matt teased.

XXXX

We were all still pretty stuffed from lunch and just had a light dinner, some toast and tea. After Matt and I showered, we made our way back out to the living to lay by the fire. As we rounded the corner into the living room, we stopped in our tracks. We saw Adam and Summer laid on the floor, Summer straddling him as they made out.

“Come on, let’s head to our room,” Matt whispered as we retreated.

We couldn’t help but laugh as we closed our door,

“I guess no romantic fireside cuddling tonight,” I jested.

I crawled into bed with our ipad and Matt sat at the desk with the laptop. We caught up on some emails and Matt checked on some work stuff. My mom had written to make sure everything was going okay and that we were all safe. As I typed out my response assuring her we were fine, I contemplated telling her the good news. In the end, I opted not to, choosing instead to do it face to face.

I switched off the ipad and set it aside,

“Are you coming to bed soon?” I asked

“Uhh, yeah hun, one minute,” Matt replied.

Matt eventually closed the laptop and turned in his chair to face me. I was laid on my back, watching him, waiting for him to join me. I patted my thighs with my palms, inviting Matt over.

“What were you doing on the laptop?” I asked as Matt made his way over to me.

“Looking at cribs,” Matt admitted.

I smiled warmly as Matt crawled onto the bed. He rested his head on my thighs and laid perpendicular to me.

“Wow what a day!” he sighed

I sat up and rested my back against the wooden headboard, then adjusted Matt’s head, positioning him so he lay against my pelvis. This way I could look down at his face. Matt turned his head to me and smiled. I cradled his face in my hands and returned his smile.

“How are you feeling?” he kindly asked.

“Okay today,” I assured him.

“Did you make the doctor’s appointment?”

“Yup, first thing when we get back.”

Matt reached over and rolled up my flannel shirt, exposing my stomach. He pressed his hand against my skin and my tummy quivered. We both smiled. Matt just laid there while I twirled his hair in my fingers, his warm hand against my stomach.

“Trying to imagine it all fat and ugly?” I asked teasingly.

“You will never be ugly, and neither will your tummy,” he replied as he leaned over and kissed my stomach.

Matt planted a few sweet pecks around my belly button, then crawled up to my side. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled his lips to mine. As we continued to kiss, I rolled myself onto Matt’s body and squirmed against him. I could feel his hardon press against my thigh and I pressed myself harder against him. Reaching down, I clutched onto Matt’s t-shirt and began lifting it off him. We had to break our kiss so I could get his shirt off him. I smiled down at his chest and ran my hands across his skin. His nipples were rock hard in the cold and I playfully tweaked them in my fingers. Matt in the meanwhile had begun to unbutton my thick flannel pajama long sleeve shirt. After undoing the final button, Matt opened my shirt and gazed upon my naked flesh. My body involuntarily shivered as I felt the cool air. Matt and I giggled and he pulled me down to him. We kissed again as we pressed our chests together, Matt’s skin was so warm and comforting.

Matt slid his hands down my back and beneath my matching flannel pajama pants. I felt his hands roaming across the cotton back of my underwear, caressing my butt cheeks. Soon Matt had my pants and underwear around my ankles and I was grinding my naked sex against his still covered hardon.

I dug my fingers into Matt’s cotton sweats and pulled them down his body. We smiled lovingly at each other as I quickly straddled Matt. I pressed his cock down against his stomach, trapping it there with my pussy. I watched as he groaned blissfully as I squirmed my pussy up and down his throbbing cock. Matt placed his hands on my hips and I knew what he wanted. I raised my hips and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. Lowering myself onto Matt, I leaned over and lay down against him. With his entire cock buried inside me, I stared into Matt’s eyes and gave him a quick kiss.

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The Deal Ch. 06

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“It’s Diana Hughes risen from the grave!” came the exclamation across the food court.

Diana spun to see a table of three women frantically waving. Diana smiled and strolled over to sit in the last open chair dropping her bags next to her.

Three voices assailed her simultaneously.

“You’re tan in the middle of February?”

“How can you still dress like that?”

“My God, you’re positively glowing.”

“Uh, hi to you guys too,” Di snagged a slice of pizza from the open box on the table.

“Seriously, why do you look so incredible?” Susan’s eyes were wide open as they scanned down Diana.

“Well, I’m taking Matt to Jamaica on Spring break for a final year fling, so I’ve been hitting the tanning salon.”

“Okay that explains the color, but what about the killer figure. Look at us, gravity has not been nearly as kind to us. It’s not fair,” Kim whined.

“You know me, I’ve always been a freak about what I’m eating,” Di stopped to look at the half eaten greasy slice in her hand. “Usually. Plus I seem to be playing a lot of Wii with Matt lately. Besides which, look who is talking, none of us are even remotely near fifty yet. You all still have great figures.”

“Oh, no. You can fool these two but not me. I’ve been divorced too long. I know that glow. You’re getting some action. Give the details girl.” Lacey pointed a finger at Diana.

Diana held her hands up. “Seriously, no way. Just quality time with Matt and excitement over five days of fun in the sun. You know me, I hate the snow.”

The three friends looked at each deciding if they were going to buy her story.

“Come on guys. I don’t even know the name of a single bachelor out there.”

“Anonymous sex can be the best kind,” Lacey laughed.

“Which is why you’ve been divorced longer than we’ve been married,” Kim shot back.

“See, your lives are much more interesting than mine,” Diana shot in.

“You don’t see any of us going to Jamaica any time soon,” Lacey was not ready to give up yet.

“Sure, with my son,” Diana pointed out, “in separate rooms I might add, just in case you have that perverted a mind.”

“Well, sure. It would be awkward to kick out your own son if you scored some gorgeous beach hunk,” Susan laughed.

“Gravity hasn’t been THAT kind,” Di retorted.

“You don’t see any of us wearing that tight a coat or jeans; what color paint are those pants anyways?” Kim still couldn’t get over Di’s figure.

“Hey Deb’s pants are always a little small. You know that.”

“Girl, none of us have been able to fit in Deb’s stuff for at least five years.”

“Yeah, right. I don’t buy that for a minute. Speaking of buy, I need to get home to try on these suits in private so I can be horrified at what gravity has done and return them quickly.”

“Why don’t you model them for Matt and give him a preview of the fun.” Lacey’s eyes were lit with a mischievous glint.

“What, and scare the poor boy from the beach? No thanks.” Diana got up grabbing her bags.

“Di, it has been great seeing you. Why don’t you rejoin the living and come out with us next Friday to Flynn’s for a girls’ night.” Susan smiled at her old friend.

“Sure, why not. Let me check and make sure Matt doesn’t have anything going on and I’ll be there.” Diana turned and left grinning at the conversation that started even before she was out of earshot.

Later a nude Diana was contemplating giving Matt a modeling show after all as a test of the new suits when she heard a knock at the door. Grabbing her dressing gown she headed to the door.

“Gee Sue; long time no see.” Diana stepped back to let her shivering friend in the house.

Sue stomped her feet and rubbed her arms. “It’s ten below and you’re barely dressed?”

“Trying on suits, remember?”

“What if Matt finishes his homework early with Craig and comes home early and catches you?”

“It’s not like he won’t see more on the beach next month.”

“Good point.”

“Come on in the kitchen and I’ll make us some coffee”

As the smell of coffee started to fill the room Diana turned and sat next to her old friend.

“So what brings you to my door in ten ataköy escort below weather while our sons are at your place probably eating you out of house and home?”

“You and Dave were our best friends. I know you too well even after all these years. Suddenly, you and Matt have changed too much. What gives?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on. Lacey was right; you are positively glowing.”

“Tanning salon and Jamaica; it does wonderful things to a sun bunny.”

“Alright, I know when I am not getting anywhere with you. Anyways, I’ve been meaning to thank you for the study pushing Matt has been doing on Craig. His grades are improving drastically. I could never get him to crack a book and now he and Matt are getting together practically every other day to study. How did you do it?”

“Oh just the ‘your whole future is ahead of you’ speech.”

“Bull shit. It didn’t work on Craig; it wouldn’t work on Matt.”

“Somehow I just connected with him and the spark lit.”

“Okay, whatever, again with the secrets. I’m just so happy to see you today alive again. I’ve missed the crazy Di from the old days. When David died so did you. What brought you back after all these years?”

“I didn’t die; I just focused on being a mom to help me get over losing David.”

“You became a whole new dead person. You remember what you used to be like. Don’t forget, I was usually a part of one of the other couples in all our crazy sexcapades.”

“Life and years seemed to get in the way. Look, don’t complain, I’ll be there Friday to show you I’m still alive.”

“Mom, I’m home.” Matt called from the hall.

“In here with Craig’s mom, sweetie.” Diana called out.

In tromped a snow covered teenager. “Hey mom, can we stay in Jamaica until all the snow’s gone. Hey, Mrs. Lynn.”

“Hey Matt.”

“Tempting, Matt, tempting. Do you think we could find jobs and colleges there?”

“I’ll fire up the Internet and get on that.”

“Kidding, Matt, just kidding.”

But the boy took off like a shot towards his room.

Diana caught the strange look on Susan’s face. “What?”

“If Craig walked in and found me in just a small robe his eyes would hit the floor and he would lose the ability to speak, but he would hang around as long as possible to enjoy the show. And you’ve got a much better body than me. Matt wasn’t even fazed. What gives Di?”

‘You exaggerate my dear suspicious one. This isn’t that short and I often wear it. Everything’s covered. Again, he’ll see more in Jamaica. Besides need I remind you yet again that you are still quite gorgeous yourself?”

“Pshaw. Hey, aren’t there topless beaches?”

“He won’t see that much!”

“You are keeping something from me. You are coming back to life. Don’t shut me out again, please.”

“Again, suspicious exaggerations.”

Susan just stared at her friend over the lip of her coffee cup.

Soon the coffee was finished along with the twenty questions and an unsatisfied Susan left to feed her family. Diana waved as her friend walked away.

Matt walked in just as the phone rang.

“What’s up with Mrs. Lynn, Mom?”

“Apparently I’m glowing.”

“Huh?”

Diana picked up the phone, “Hello?”

“Di, it’s Kim. It was so great to see you today.”

“Yeah, just like old times.” Diana rolled her eyes and watched as her son looked up and down at her robe raising an eyebrow. She cradled the phone on her shoulder, stuck her tongue out at Matt and unbelted the robe and pulled it off tossing it to the couch revealing her naked body to her beaming son.

“I’m so glad you’ll join us Friday. But I want to run an idea past you.”

“Shoot”

“Chip is driving us crazy to do something special for him like you’re taking Matt to Jamaica. We just can’t get time off from work. If we pay all his expenses could Chip join you guys?”

Diana watched as Matt left the room quickly.

“I think Chip would be great company for Matt. I don’t see any problem with that. I’ll email you all the plane and hotel information tonight.”

Diana finished up her conversation and hung up as Matt came back carrying his white dress şişli escort shirt and his new digital camera.

“What’s wrong with your shirt?”

“If I order pizza for dinner would you go for a modeling session so I could try out my new camera?”

“I just had pizza; how about Chinese instead. But I still don’t get the shirt.”

“It’s for the pictures. Chinese is okay if you pay for it wearing only the shirt.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on; it’s freezing out. Give the poor delivery guy a little thrill.”

“How come you never tried negotiating your grades? It could have saved me a lot of trouble buster.”

“Hey you ‘wheeled and dealed’ first, I’m just learning from the best.”

“Flattery will only get you so far mister.”

“I can dream, can’t I? So how about it?”

“With the shirt buttoned – deal”

“With the bottom three buttons only – deal.”

Diana looked at the shirt. “I lean over and the girls will come popping out.”

“Don’t lean – it makes you the master of your own destiny.”

“Oh please; ‘master of my own destiny’ that was truly pathetic. Tell you what, last three buttons only unless the delivery person is a girl then you pay for it in just your boxers.”

“Two buttons only and deal.”

“Two buttons only but the next time a delivery is by a girl you’re giving her a thrill.”

“Boxers on but if the next person is a guy instead than you pay with no buttons.”

“That’s pushing it. Alright mister push the limits. No buttons if next delivery is by a male but my little friend needs to be pushing out the boxers for the girl, and you take me out to a nice dinner the next night.”

“Deal.”

“I wouldn’t smile so much if I were you. Your dad once got me to pay for pizza in just a short towel which I had to “accidently” lose before handing the boy the money for a lot less than you just finagled.”

Diana turned from the groaning boy to find the order menu.

After the order was placed, Diana held out her hand for the shirt. “So what devious plan do you have for me this time?”

“Nothing so devious. I think you would look so hot around the kitchen in just the unbuttoned shirt.”

“I’m impressed; that’s not bad. Okay, let me take a shower first. Ah, before you protest we have plenty of time before the food comes. Trust me; I want to be there if it is a girl.”

A quick shower later and a wet haired Diana walked to Matt’s room putting both hands on either side of the door frame pushing one leg out causing the shirt to spread open baring her entire body with the shirt hanging down on either side, “Ta-da.”

Matt quickly grabbed the camera from his desk and snapped the picture.

“Oh God, this is going to be better than I thought.”

“Why thank you young sir.” Diana beamed at her glazed eyed son. She twirled around causing the shirt to swirl up revealing the bottom of her ass.

“Do women take a special course on how to successfully drive men crazy?”

“Nah, it’s a God-given natural talent embedded in the chromosome.” Diana grabbed the bottom edges of the shirt and flipped it up pushing her now completely revealed ass out at her son. “Wiggle, wiggle.”

She smirked at the sound of the click. God, she hoped it was a guy delivering the food; the buzz in her chest was driving her crazy.

Mother and son walked into the kitchen.

“Well, Mr. Photographer, how would you like me?”

“How about you sit in the chair, cross your legs with your hands on your knee to start.”

Diana walked over and sat as Matt requested. The shirt split open showing the space between her breasts down to her belly button before her folded legs hid the rest from view.

Click.

“How about moving behind the table with your hands spread out on the table leaning forward.”

When Diana got up the shirt flew open revealing her left breast entirely before closing back over it.

Damn, thought Matt, I got to catch that next time.

Diana stepped behind the table and spread her hands; the shirt opened but again covered her breasts while the table hid what was below her belly button.

Click.

“Now can you stand by the stove fatih escort holding a spatula over your shoulder with the shirt pulled down off the shoulder and you looking at me.”

Diana walked over to the stove grabbing a spatula from the container of utensils. When she was in front of the stove she tugged the shirt down off her shoulder revealing the skin of her shoulder blade and her upper arm. She looked over her shoulder at Matt smirking.

Click.

“Could you put down the spatula and drop your arms to the stove with the shirt pulled down to your arms revealing your whole back.

Diana spread her legs a little and pulled the other side off her shoulder and let the shirt fall to her elbows baring her entire back to the base of her spine, her ass still completely covered.

Click.

“Now could you…” Matt was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Diana turned, her entire front exposed as the shirt hung around her arms. Matt watched as the area above her breasts flushed red. Matt and Diana stared at each other.

Matt quickly brought the camera up to snap a picture before the doorbell rang again.

Matt and Diana scampered through the living room to the front door.

While Diana stood behind the door Matt pushed it open slightly and peered through the peephole.

“Yes! It’s a guy!” He hissed excitedly pumping his fist.

Diana smirked back and pulled the shirt up and reached to button the last two buttons.

“Get your money, Mr. Lucky.”

Matt stepped back and reached into his pocket for his wallet as he watched his mother step around to open the door wide, the shirt gaped in the front baring the inner slopes of her breasts but covering everything else.

“I’m sorry; I just got out of the shower.”

“Nnn nnno pproblem, ma’am,” Matt heard through the door. A grin split across Matt’s entire face.

Matt heard the storm door open and his mother stepped forward to grab the food. When he heard the gasp he knew something must have been revealed.

Diana stepped back and turned handing the food to her son. Her face was flushed with excitement. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Matt gave her the money. Diana held her gaze with her son and smirked as her hand reached down and yanked the shirt open popping the two buttons off the shirt sending them flying across the room.

A sultry voice whispered “I’ll fix your shirt later.” She turned letting the shirt billow open as she opened the door with the money outstretched. “Here you go.”

“Holy shit!”

Diana stepped back. She smiled and waved as the shirt swirled open around her, “Thanks and have a great night.” And she shut the door. She turned and pressed her back into the door. The shirt moved up and down with the motion of her heaving breasts. She looked at Matt.

“Now I’m glowing.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind; follow me.”

Diana walked with a purposeful stride back into the kitchen. She walked over to the counter and jumped up to sit on it. She reached over for the spatula spreading her legs wide.

“Matt. I am sooooo worked up right now.”

The spatula handle only lightly touched the folds between her legs which triggered her entire body to spasm violently. The spatula flew out of her hands onto the floor bouncing. She brought her hands up to run through her hair as her body shook and shook.

“Oh my Gooooooooooooood.”

She sat there quaking until her body came to a slow stillness.

Slowly, she slid off the counter to stand shakily leaning against it. She looked up at Matt. Sweat was spread across her whole body. She pushed forward and wrapped her arms around her son. The shirt opened wide, her bare breasts pushed into his chest as she hugged him close. Diana buried her head into his shoulder.

“That was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. Did you film any of it?”

“Film? Shit!”

Diana gave a sultry chuckle into his shoulder. “That’s okay. So where are we ordering from tomorrow?”

*****

As always -thank you so much for reading. Please feel free to leave a comment or email me and check back as I do respond to every comment/email. While you are waiting for the next chapter in the continuing adventures of the Hughes family please check out a great Literotica writer by the name of PeterTowers, He has a fun series which references the Deal called “Following on a Strange Request.” – LF

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The Dark Stranger

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Exams were finished, school was out and Sabrina was on her way to her uncle Mike and Aunt Jenny’s house for a well earned holiday.. Sabrina’s Aunt and Uncle lived in a remote house in the Highlands of Scotland. She got along with them both well and was looking forward to a relaxing few days walking the hills and visiting the pubs in the evenings.

As she got off the train in the late afternoon it was starting to turn cold. The summer was over now and this part of the country always seemed to be windy and raw. As she stood on the platform with her backpack she saw her uncle Mike walking towards her.

“Hello Sabby” he said as he reached her ” How was your journey?”

“Fine, thanks uncle Mike, its great to be here”

Sabrina reached up to kiss her uncle’s cheek standing on tiptoe to reach. Her uncle swept her up in his huge arms

“Ay, its good to have you here lassy” he said as he hugged her close to him.

“Away now, your aunt’s got a meal on for us, we better get a move on”

The drive to Mike’s farm took about an hour and the two chatted easily about Sabrina’s exams and the state of Mikes farm business. As they drove Sabrina kept noticing her uncles eyes straying from the road and glancing at her legs and chest. Sabrina knew that her body had changed from the last time her uncle had seen her. Her legs had become more shapely and tapered and her breasts had developed to a nice 36C. Throughout the last year, Sabby had decided to concentrate on her exams, and, apart from a few fumblings in the back row of the cinema, she had not even petted heavily let alone “gone all the way”. But she was enjoying the attention she was getting from her uncle and half slid down in the seat letting her short skirt ride up a little exposing some more of her thighs.

After arriving at the farm and enjoying a good meal, Sabrina was invited to join her uncle and aunt at the local pub for a few drinks. The evening went well. A band was playing and Sabby was introduced to Mike and Jenny’s friends. By the end of the evening Sabby had consumed quite a lot of strong drink and was feeling very mellow. It was decided that six of Mike and Jenny’s friends would accompany them back to the farm for more drinks, and , that if Sabby was tired they would understand if she wanted to go straight to bed.

Back at the farm it was turning into quite a party. Sabby drank more Scotch and by 1:30 AM she was so tired she decided to call it a night. As she crawled beneath the covers she fell into a deep sleep almost immediately.

She awoke suddenly, and , looking at the clock realised that it was now 3.00 AM. She could still hear noises coming from downstairs and assumed the party was still going. As she listened to the music she became confused. The music was low and a little eerie and she could hear her uncle’s voice in deep monotones. She listened and realised that he did not seem to be talking to anyone in particular but rather chanting like a preacher. Sabby tried to return to sleep but her curiosity got the better of her. She just had to see what was going on downstairs. She pulled her robe over the old T-shirt that she wore to bed and softly padded onto the landing and started down the old wooden staircase.

Half way down the stairs her uncle’s voice became louder and Sabby realised that he was not speaking in English or Gaelic. As she reached the foot of the stairs she saw that the door to the main room was a little open and she peeked inside.

She froze as she surveyed the scene inside the room. Her uncle’s six friends, three women and three men, were sat in a circle on the floor whilst Mike and her aunt Jenny were standing in the middle of the circle. The room was lit by candles casting eerie shadows over the walls and ceiling. But what was most shocking was that all the people in the room were naked.

Sabby looked at her uncle and aunt in the centre of the circle. Mike was standing in front of Jenny with a massive erection sticking out in front of him. One of his hands was playing with Jenny’s large, erect nipples escort istanbul whilst with the other he held a black book that he was reciting from. Jenny’s hands were running up and down mikes huge penis and balls and he seemed to be having trouble keeping his monologue going.

Sabrina now recognised the language as Latin as she had studied it at school. She could make out most of the words but her mind was having trouble comprehending them.

“The Night, The Dark Side, Black Prince, Worship, SATAN!”

Sabby closed her eyes, she could hardly believe her own translation, her aunt and uncle were Satanists! And by the look of it, so were their friends!

As she opened her eyes again she was looking straight at one of Mikes friends who she remembered was called Phil. Mike had stopped chanting now as everyone looked to the door to see Sabby standing there. Sabby seemed frozen to the spot as Phil rose and walked over to her. She looked at his body and saw his erection, not as large as Mikes but still bigger than she had ever seen before. She was frightened but seemed unable to resist as Phil gently took her hand and led her to the centre of the circle.

Jenny took her place sitting on the floor as did Phil as he handed Sabby over to her uncle. Mike took Sabby’s face in his hands and tilted it towards his own face.

“Sabby, we gave you something to drink earlier which will relax you and ensure that your resistance is low” he said

“As you can see, we worship our own Dark Lord. We have been trying to invite him for three years to show himself to us but the Book of Darkness demands that we offer to him a female of intact virtue. Do you understand what that means?”

Sabby seemed transfixed by Mikes eyes “Yes uncle Mike, I understand. You need a virgin.”

Mike continued to address Sabby but loud enough so that everyone else could hear

“Your father assures me that you have not yet had sexual intercourse, is this correct? You will answer me now”

Sabby was taken aback by his abrupt voice and was getting quite frightened. But still she was unable to resist him.

“Yes uncle. I am still a virgin”

Mikes voice softened and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he smiled at her.

“Sabby, I want you to take your robe off now”

Sabby was confused but still unable to decline this order as she shrugged off her robe and stood before the group in her T-shirt and panties. Her head dropped forward and she realised that Mikes erection had now subsided and his penis hung heavily between his muscular legs.

“Now the T-shirt and panties please Sabby” continued Mike

Sabby pulled the T-Shirt over her head and looked around the group. All eyes were on her and she felt her nipples start to stiffen. She felt the tears of embarrassment run down her cheeks and she closed her eyes again as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her long shapely legs.

Now naked, she could hear noises and guessed that some of the group were masturbating while looking at her young pussy and pert ass. She felt a firm hand on her left breast and realised that it belonged to Mike. Mike caressed her nipple as he once again began to read from the Book of Darkness.

“Behold, Dark Lord. We have presented you with what you desire”

Mikes voice seemed strange and unearthly

“A female with virtue intact” ” Does this please you our Lord? Show us a sign”

Sabby’s left nipple was now fully erect. Despite her fear, she was responding to her uncles touch in a sexual way. She gasped as his hand moved to her right breast and again started to squeeze and caress the nipple.

“Please, oh Dark One, let us see a SIGN”

Sabby sensed a movement and then heard the group gasp as she opened her eyes.

Mike had stepped away from her as she looked at a very tall dark man standing a few feet away from her surrounded by mist. As the mist cleared all she could make out were a pair of bright red piercing eyes staring out from under a long black taksim escort hooded gown.

Mike had taken his place next to Jenny on the floor and the whole group had bowed their heads and were chanting quietly.

The dark stranger glided towards Sabby. She could not break eye contact with him as his eyes fixed her to the spot.

“You are the chosen one” he growled ” Your body pleases me”

As if moved by unseen hands, his black gown slowly parted. Sabby felt her eyes drawn downwards towards his crotch. She wanted to scream or gasp or cry as she saw a huge phallus appear before her eyes but the sound stuck in her throat.

“On your knees, NOW!” the stranger rasped.

Sabby could hear his voice but could see no facial movement from under the hood of his gown as she involuntarily slid to her knees.

The massive penis now hung in front of her eyes as she waited for his instructions.

She sensed rater than heard the instructions to use her tongue on him as the same unseen hands pulled her head towards his tool.

Sabby used her instincts and wrapped both hands around the meat and licked the tip gently. It tasted salty but not unpleasant as she felt it start to grow and grow.

She sld the head of his penis between her lips and ran her tongue along as much of the length as she could. She could feel her cheeks bulge as his penis grew and grew into what she thought must be a twelve inch erection.

The unseen hands were at the back of her head again as they forced her further and further forward onto him. As she felt his penis start to enter her throat her head was pushed forward hard and his erection passed over her tongue and deep into her throat.

Sabby started to gag as the penis was roughly shoved back and forward in her throat stretching her painfully. She attempted to breathe through her nose and inhaled a strange unearthly scent from the stranger.

His massive balls slapped her chin as he sawed his penis in and out of her throat. All other thoughts were lost as she knew that her life would obviously depend on the pleasure that she gave him.

Suddenly, without warning or sound, her throat was being filled with liquid. She felt as if she would drown and tried to pull away but the hands kept her head steadily in place. The stranger’s penis kept spurting stream after stream of cum into her throat. It felt hot and Sabby wondered if all cum tasted like this.

Just as she thought she would pass out, the hands released her head and the stranger’s penis withdrew from her throat with a *pop*.

She felt the strangers hands lift her to her feet and then grasp her round ass cheeks. Sabby’s pussy was still damp from when Mike had been massaging her nipples, and as the mans fingers crept around to the front of her body she was ready to accept them.

As his fingers slipped inside of her cunt, she felt like a bolt of electricity had ripped through her tight body. The fingers felt cold and bony as they massaged her insides and grazed over her now hard clitoris. She wanted to moan to acknowledge the pleasure she was receiving, but again, no sound escaped her sore lips and throat.

She felt her cunt being widened with each thrust of his fingers but realised that he was deliberately holding back so as not to take her virginity with his fingers. Her pussy was now running with her juice as she felt a long finger slide over the sensitive piece of skin between her pussy and asshole. All at once she felt two fingers pinch her clitoris and a third pierce her anal ring and slide deep into her asshole. She had masturbated before but had never touched herself there. She could not believe how sensitive her asshole was and how good it felt to have something inside her there.

All too quickly the fingers had gone and she felt herself being lifted into the air. Again she found herself staring into those unseeing, piercing red eyes. She felt more unseen hands take her legs and place her feet behind the strangers back. Now suspended with her legs wrapped around his escort kağıthane chest, Sabby put her arms around his neck. She felt the hands on her ass cheeks start to lower her down his body. The hands stopped her briefly and she felt his still hard penis touch the lips of her pussy.

Inch by inch the hands allowed her to slip down his body. She felt his massive cockhead spear her pussy lips, felt them unfold and open to accept him. Inch by inch his hard cock invaded her body. The pain was excruciating as she felt her skin tear until she felt him reach the resistance of her hymen.

Without warning she felt the supporting hands drop. The pain seared through her body like a knife cutting her insides open as she felt his cock rip through the membrane and force its way deep in to her cunt. She felt liquid run down her legs and looked down to see the blood trace its way down her legs to her painted toes.

Her attention was quickly drawn back as the invisible hands returned to her ass cheeks and started to lift and lower her onto the stranger’s penis. She could not believe how hard he was after only having just cum in her throat, but realised that this stranger was no ordinary man. Her nipples grated against his chest as she rose and fell in a regular motion.

Up and down, up and down. The pain had now all but subsided and she felt a tingling start to grow between her legs. Her pussy felt so full, so stretched as the tingling started to build…and build… and build.

She felt her vaginal muscles contract as… as…. as…yessssssssssssssss oh yessssssssssss……. she was overcome by a massive orgasm. She had lost her virginity to this stranger, a man who had made her cum like her fingers or hairbrush handle never could and he was still pistoning in and out of her very wet cunt.

As her legs continued to tremble she felt the head of the strangers penis swell and expand inside her. The hands were back at her feet again as they spread her legs wider and wider until she thought she would split. She was forced down hard onto the strangers penis as she felt him jerk underneath her and again felt the warmth of his sperm as it jetted into her womb.

As the stranger filled her with his seed, she realised that the unseen hands were actually those of the rest of the group who were now licking and stroking her naked feet and biting her nipples. The tickling on her feet and toes and the feeling of lips on her nipples caused her to explode again into orgasm, jerking, and impaling herself fully onto the strangers cock.

As the orgasm subsided and it was realised that her legs would no longer support her, she was laid down on the floor.

The stranger spoke:

“You have served your purpose, chosen one. My lineage will continue here on earth.”

He turned to the group

“You are faithful and loyal servants of darkness. You may now take your pleasure from the chosen one”

As the mist surrounded the dark stranger and he disappeared, Sabby felt the hands, tongues, cocks, pussies and breasts of the group all around her. For the rest of the night she slipped in and out of consciousness as she was fucked by all the group in all manner of positions and all types of methods. At one time she came around to find her legs and feet being pulled over her head with Phil’s cock deep in her throat and uncle Mike buried in her tight anus. She was eaten by both the men and women and she ate them also. She was fucked in her pussy, in her ass and between her pert breasts. She had cum all over her face and body, seeping out of all her holes and even managed to bring one guy off between her toes which were then sucked dry by aunt Jenny. Orgasm followed orgasm as she finally fell into a deep sleep…

She awoke the following day at lunchtime in her bed. She felt different, perhaps more womanly, more assured. She pulled back the covers and looked at her clean body. Had it been all a dream? She lightly touched her pussy with her finger it was a little sore but not damaged. She realised that her ass and nipples also felt sore and her jaw ached.

“No it can’t have been a dream” she thought

Instinctively she put both hands on top of her belly as if waiting for signs of movement.

“I wonder what he meant about his lineage continuing?” she thought.

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Mary , Luke Ch. 05

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This story is a spin off of my original story/series (Love Comes Second). It is not in the same genre of stories, but they are related so there may be some places/scenes where the genres overlap. This series will be from the perspectives of the two servants, Luke and Mary.

I recommend that you read my previous chapters before this one.

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Chapter V

Luke

The next morning I wake the prince up by knocking loudly on his door. I try twice before letting myself in, as I always have in the past. Prince Douglas sits up and smiles at me.

“Good morning, Luke,” he says.

“Good morning, my lord, did you rest well?” I ask as I gather Jade’s and his clothing from last night.

“I did after I had a little fun,” he chuckles and motions to where Jade lies asleep, still naked.

I smile knowingly, “Is there anything else you need from me after I put away these garments?” I ask politely.

“Yes, could you draw me a bath? Also, find Jade’s maid, I believe her name is Mary, and tell her to draw my lovely wife a bath as well. That will be all for now,” he nods, dismissing me to do as I’m told.

I knock on Mary’s door first, telling her to run a bath for Princess Jade. I kiss her and I walk briskly to Prince Douglas’s bathing room and run a bath for him.

When I get back to the door I hear the prince and princess talking, so I knock on the door instead of coming in. I’m sure Princess Jade is exposed.

“We’ll be there in a minute!” the prince yells.

Shortly after, he steps outside and follows me to the bathing room. I’ve already run his bath, so he climbs right into the tub. I scrub his body as he leans back, smiling.

“What’s gotten you so happy today, my lord?” I ask curiously.

He looks up at me and smiles wider, “I had some of the best sex I’ve had, ever,” he chuckles, “She is absolutely gorgeous.”

“That she is, my lord,” I reply.

“I hope I don’t look too tired today; last night has made me incredibly sore. Doing all the work is hard,” he states.

“I understand that; I do all the work as well. At least I do most of the time…” I pause awkwardly before continuing, “You do look a little tired, but everyone will understand why. No one will judge you the day after your wedding night,” I smile down at him.

We both chuckle as I bring out the clothes I’ve already picked out for him to wear. A green shirt and black pants with matching black shoes.

I help him dress as we talk about women and sex. Then, once he’s ready, I follow him downstairs through the long hall.

We wait outside the door of the dining hall for Mary and Princess Jade so the newlyweds can enter as man and wife.

—~~~—

Mary

Once I’ve run the bath for Princess Jade, I wait until I hear Luke and Prince Douglas’s footsteps go past the door to fetch the princess.

I step into the room and gasp slightly at the state of my dear friend. I walk quickly to where she’s sitting on the bed.

“My princess, are you alright?” I ask. I stroke her hair and let my fingers trail over the hickey marks on her neck. I tear up at the mere sight of her.

“I’ll esenler escort live,” she says, forcing a smile. Her face contorts multiple times to reveal each emotion she must be holding back, and before I have the chance to ask how she’s really feeling, she breaks.

“Mary, it was horrible,” she cries, leaning into me as tears stream down her face.

“My poor princess. Let’s go wash you off, shall we? Then you can talk all about last night if you need to,” I say calmly, wiping tears off her cheek. I rub my hand up and down her back as we walk to the bathing room together.

I scrub Jade thoroughly while she tells me what happened last night.

I talk quietly, “Sady was right… men are sex driven. She advised not to fight it, which may be why it was as painful as it was,” I finish up scrubbing her off. I know she must feel like she wants to get all of the events wiped clean off; I wish I could do that for her. She sniffles and looks up at me. I don’t think I should’ve said that… it’s a little insensitive.

“May I dress you?” I ask. She smiles weakly and nods.

Jade takes a deep breath, then rises from the tub to allow me to help dry her body. She covers herself with her robe then follows me to her new bedroom to help her dress.

I take the emerald-green silk dress Princess Jade’s mother had her seamstress make for her for the day after her wedding. I help her put it on, then sit her down on a velvet seat facing a window to the kingdom.

She admires herself in the mirror for a moment as I fix up her corset. As I brush and braid her hair, her eyes closed. She does this every time; I think it must soothe her.

Putting the last pin in place, I move in front of her and drop slowly to my knees so we’re at eye level, “Jade, I know you can get through this. If Sady was telling the truth it won’t be too long before he treats you how you should be treated: as his queen,” I say softly, smiling and caressing her cheek. I then stand to retrieve one of her pairs of black shoes, slip them onto her feet, then take her hand to help her rise. I escort her to where Prince Douglas and Luke should be waiting for us.

The walk down the long hall to the dining room is a quiet one; instead of talking, Jade looked at the paintings hung on the stone walls as we passed them. Each canvas portrays a king who had once ruled, accompanied by a small plaque with their name, years of living and the cause of death. I find myself staring at the dates of each plaque until I come to the current king’s portrait, where both the princess and I pause. It reads “King Jeffery Lunarsoun 1362 – “.

There’s a cough further down the corridor which turns our attention away from the painting. We look down the hall and I see the prince with his eyes carefully studying Jade, smiling wide. The princess links her arm in his and enters the dining room for breakfast together, Luke and I not too far behind.

Luke and I steal some glances at each other, but I try my hardest to keep my eyes away. I know I should be careful since we’re trying to keep it quiet. It’s just so hard to not stare at his perfect face.

—~~~—

Luke

Today şişli escort the newlyweds are to make an appearance in front of the kingdom to announce their marriage. That means riding in a separated carriage with the couple.

After we eat breakfast together, Mary and I sneak off while Prince Douglas and Princess Jade go off to their room to take a quick nap.

We go to her room and I kiss her passionately. I love to feel her lips against mine, so soft and warm. She’s nothing like the other women I’ve been with before.

“Mmm, Luke. We should be careful with how far we take this. We’ll have to help get everything ready soon,” Mary says quietly.

“I guess you’re right. I just love feeling you so much,” I smile at her and run my hands up and down her lovely body. Just then, there’s a quiet tap on the door.

“Mary?” comes a voice from the other side. Mary pushes me into her bathroom and she opens her door to the hall.

“Hi,” she smiles to the stranger.

“Hi. I’m here to tell you that the carriage for the prince and princess will be ready in about an hour. I can’t seem to find Luke, so if you see him, please ask him to tell the couple,” he says politely.

“Of course! Thank you, sir,” she responds. He bows and Mary shuts the door.

“I guess that’s my cue, isn’t it,” I smile at her.

“I’m afraid so. Later, though, we’ll be alone.”

I walk out of the room and to the prince and princess’ room.

“Your highnesses, I’m here to tell you that you must be at the carriage in about one hour,” I say into the door. I walk away and into my room so they can finish getting ready. I see Jade come out of the room, so I walk back to knock on the door again.

“Come on in, Luke.” Prince Douglas says.

I open the door, “Hello, I’ve come to get you ready. I saw the princess leaving your room and I thought you might like some help cleaning up.”

“That would be wonderful, Luke. Perhaps I should take a bath? I’m a little sweaty.” he chuckles.

“Yes, of course. I’ll go start you one right away,” I reply, turning to do as he asks.

Just as I finish getting his bath ready, the prince comes in and startles me slightly with his booming voice. I was expecting to come and fetch him.

“Is the bath ready?” he asks.

“Yes, it is my lord. I was just about to come get you,” I reply. He smiles and climbs into the tub.

“Are you courting anyone?” he asks me.

“Trying to,” I giggle.

“Who’s the lucky girl? The stables woman from a few nights ago?” Douglas looks at me.

“Oh, um… no. Not her,” I feel my face turn red, “But I don’t think this woman would want me to reveal who she is.”

“Well then, how about you tell me when she won’t mind others knowing. I’m assuming this means that it’s complicated, huh?”

“Yes, I guess you could call it that,” I reply. The room is silent for the next few minutes until he decides to get out of the bath.

I help Douglas dry off and head back to his room. I grab Douglas’ clothes from the floor and set them on the chair for him to put on. I fix up his bed where he quite obviously bakırköy escort fucked Jade again.

“I’m curious about this girl, you know,” Douglas says.

“Are you, my lord?”

“Yes, very. I do wish you’d tell me. I can keep a secret, you know this,” he says. I blush, knowing exactly what he’s thinking of.

I used to steal things from the queen when I was a teenager. Not expensive things, but… delicate things. He had caught me walking out of the king and queen’s room. I wouldn’t tell him why I was in there at first until he threatened to tell the king. Needless to say, I quickly told him. He had followed me to my room and made me show him a collection of underpants I had stolen from women in the castle. It’s been years, and as far as I know, he still hasn’t told a soul.

“That is very true… but my lady made it clear she doesn’t want anyone to know yet,” I reply.

“Is it that woman from the stables?”

“No, the woman from the stables isn’t my type. But I guess I’m her type. I just wanted sex, honestly.”

We both laugh from my confession.

—~~~—

Mary

Jade knocks on my door, so I answer it quickly. I was just about to go get her.

“Oh, princess! I didn’t think you’d be coming to my room-” I stop mid-sentence when I see the state she’s in. “Jade, oh, honey. Come in,” I usher her inside and sit her down on my bed.

As soon as she’s sitting, she immediately begins to cry, “It’s horrible Mary. I can’t do this anymore. I just want to go home,” she sobs, leaning into me. I pull her into my shoulder and let her cry for a few minutes. She tries to tell me what happened, but nothing she says makes much sense.

“Shh, it’s alright. You’re okay,” I sit up, pulling Jade to stand with me, “Let’s get you cleaned up and then dressed again, yeah?”

Jade nods and lets me guide her to a small chair in my room, “Do you mind if I use my brush on your hair? It’s not quite as nice as yours, but I don’t really want to send you back into your room,” I say.

“I don’t mind,” she says.

I start brushing her hair and I hear the princess choke up a little.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“The p-prince… he came inside me and now it’s, well it’s dripping onto your beautiful chair,” a few tears fall onto her cheeks.

“As long as you’re as comfortable as possible, given the circumstances, that doesn’t matter to me. I can ask someone to help me clean it up later. Jade nods and I smile at her softly.

I hum quietly as I brush through her hair, “You have very beautiful hair, princess,” I say, thinking out loud.

Jade smiles up at me. I help her up and we walk into her bathroom. She wets a small rag and clean up her face and legs, then hand it to her so she can clean up the rest.

“Thank you, Mary. You’ve been a real friend to me,” Princess Jade says.

“It’s my pleasure, princess,” I say.

Jade and I walk back to her room and I check to see if anyone is inside. Seeing that the coast is clear, I walk her to where her clothes lay on the floor.

“I hope they haven’t wrinkled,” I mutter under my breath. I help the princess back into her dress and tie it up, “You really do look gorgeous in this Jade,” I remark. I can tell she needs a little bit of a self-esteem booster.

I bring Jade down to the library so we can wait for Prince Douglas. We sit down next to each other and read our books as I caress Jade’s hair.

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The Comfort of Mom

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I never fully understood what happened to him. I was around six years old at the time. It was going to be my birthday the following week. I was happy, always happy, until we heard the news. Dad had died. How? I didn’t know. I still don’t know. Mom is kind of secretive about his death, and no one told me. In fact, I can’t even remember the last time I ever even mentioned the word ‘dad’. I kind of got used to it, grief being washed away by time. At least that’s what I tell myself.

After dad’s death, others started to leave me as well. My aunt and uncle died in a car accident, their children committing suicide shortly afterwards. It just left mom and me as my grandparents passed away a long time ago. Here I am, a 19-year-old man, with just his dear old mom.

My therapist asked me how I cope, and told me that it’s dangerous if I don’t try and deal with grief upfront, for me mentally and emotionally. Not like I would tell him how I cope, even if I could think of a response. I have sex a lot, if that’s considered coping. I just think of myself as a vulgar romantic. I like that term more than ‘sex maniac’.

When I get home from my university, a mere 20 miles way from my home, I see a variety of different men walking out the front door, belt unbuckled. I don’t think much of it anymore – my mom is still looking for the ‘one’. She’s pretty, my mom. No wonder so many men come to our house.

At a young 39 years old, she still has the body of most college girls I see around campus. She has bright green eyes, and blonde hair that goes down to her waist. She’s small, though – probably around 110 pounds, and about 5’4. She doesn’t talk to me much anymore. I’m not home that often anyways – off partying and hooking up with random people I’ve met through clubs and friends. It’s hard for me to admit, but I think I do grieve for my dad sometimes. Maybe that’s why I have a lot of sex. I need some form of love to fill the void. That seems like a twisted thing to say, but it’s the best theory I have.

I never loved my dad anyways, so I’m not sure if I really do miss him. My emotions are a little messed up – I can’t tell which emotion to attribute to my feelings at a particular time. I do know what lust feels like, though. I feel it around my mom every day when I come home.

I’ve slept with a lot of women. A lot of women. I don’t know what I’m expecting to feel afterwards – satisfaction? Love? A sense of belonging? No, I don’t feel any of those things. I just feel more emptiness, more hopelessness, and strangely, a peculiar sadness. I don’t know why I feel these things, though. The only times I feel whole or appreciated or loved is when my mom actually talks to me. Those moments are far and few in between, though. Recently I think she’s started to succumb to a deep depression. I haven’t seen her happy at all, in several years. But somehow, she still can make me feel better. I’m just not sure what Şişli Escort to do to make her feel better.

I tried giving her massages – but every time my hands touched her body, I became hard instantly. I started to think I was going nuts, lusting after my own mother, but after seeing that many men come out of her bedroom door, I don’t think I am anymore. Clearly other people find her attractive as well. It’s not just me.

I’ve tried drawing baths for her, making things nice and soothing and relaxing in her washroom. The first time I did that, she was already a little drunk, and she started to disrobe right in the washroom with me. When she bent over the bath to tie her hair back, I found myself staring at her rear. Soft and tight, I thought about it all night as I was stroking myself. I just can’t do anything for my mother without wanting to fuck her. All I could possibly think to do is just talk with her. Talking couldn’t be erotic at all for me, could it?

One night, all of a sudden, I didn’t see any men in the house. No one came to visit my mom. I found it peculiar, but it made me happy to know no one else would be inside my house. One night, as I found out, something else would make me even happier.

“Sophie, why does nobody come to our house anymore?” I asked late at night, the day before Halloween, when the two of us were eating dinner alone together. I’ve called my mom by her first name, Sophie, for the longest time.

“All I need in my life is my son right now,” she responded, smiling and biting her lip. Instantly I became hard. That smile was enough to turn me on instantly. Is she signalling she wants me? I thought to myself. God, I want her.

“Sophie, I’m thinking of going to a party tomorrow night. Is that alright?” I inquired.

“Aw, I thought we could spend all night together tomorrow,” she replied, pouting. That’s weird. She never usually protested against me going out to parties.

“All night? Doing what?” I asked. I really hoped I would get the answer I wanted, as far fetched as it seemed. Lord Jesus, if you love me, you’ll make her say what I want to hear.

“Whatever you want to do with me,” she said, smiling. She bent her head back down to finish her dinner, and didn’t say anything more on the matter. Whatever I want? What’s that supposed to mean?

“Alright, I’ll stay home with you tomorrow,” I said. I could feel myself blushing madly. She just nodded and smiled. Then, suddenly, she stood up, spilling her glass of milk.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “You scared the hell out of me! What’s gotten into you?”

She laughed. “Sorry, Mason,” she replied sheepishly. “I just remembered something I had to do. I’ll clean this mess up, you continue eating.” She walked over to the kitchen counter and bent over to open one of the floor cabinets to get the washcloth. I couldn’t help but admire her perky Taksim Escort ass as she bent over. I felt myself getting even harder. She bent over even farther, trying to reach inside the cabinet. I rose, feeling like if I didn’t jack off, I would explode.

“Mom, I’m going to go to my room to check my grades online, I’ll be back in a second,” I lied.

“Oh, Mason, wait, can you help me with something?” she asked. “The cloth got stuck at the back of the cabinet, and I’m trying to pull it out. Can you stand behind me and –”

“Yes,” I blurted immediately. Shit, why did I say that? I thought to myself. But the thought of standing behind my sexy bent over mother…

“Okay, get behind me and grab my hips,” she commanded. I was giddy with joy. I walked over behind her, grabbed her hips, and pulled in close to her. I could feel the softness of her ass against the outline of my penis in my jeans.

“Yes, that’s it,” Sophie said. “I’m going to pull now, so get in tight behind me and hold on ”

“Okay, I’m trying,” I replied. I held on to her hips tighter and pressed in closer to her ass. Involuntarily, I ground my hips a little into her butt. Maybe I could get myself off on her without her knowing, I thought to myself. God, it feels so good.

“Three, two, one!” she exclaimed. I could feel her tugging and pushing back against me. I started to thrust a little bit every time she pushed back. Soon she had a little rhythm going, trying to yank the washcloth out. I thrusted into her a little harder each time. Then she gave a grunt and yanked the cloth free, scattering the contents of the floor cabinet everywhere. I fell onto the kitchen floor, her landing on top of me. I instinctively grabbed onto her to protect her from hitting the ground. I sat there for a moment, trying to comprehend the fact that my beautiful mother was sitting on my lap, her legs spread.

“Wow,” she giggled, “that took a little bit of effort.” She struggled on my lap, trying to get up. The motion made me harder than a rock. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass – I needed to fuck her.

“Sophie, don’t get up. This feels nice,” I blurted, holding her down. My hands roamed up and down her chest.

“Oh, my,” she gasped. “I wouldn’t have tried to if I knew you wanted me. Do you like the feel of your mommy on top of you?”

“Sophie. I want you. Now.”

“Is me being on top of you with my legs spread making you feel good?” she whispered. She ground on top of me, moving her hips up and down and around the tip of my cock. “Does this make you horny?” she asked.

“Yes,” I croaked, not believing my luck. “Yes, it does, it feels really good.”

“Then this will feel better,” she said, getting up. She took off her blouse, throwing it on the ground. She stood over me as she took off her jeans and her panties in one swift movement. She unbuckled my jeans Mecidiyeköy Escort and threw the belt away. I stared up at her.

“Your bra,” I said. “Take it off.” She smiled and complied, unclasping the back and throwing it off to the side.

“Mason,” she whispered as she slowly lowered herself onto my erect cock, “take me. Now.”

I placed the tip of my cock in her pussy and slowly thrust into her. She moaned, closing her eyes and pushing her breasts against me. She sat on my cock, her thighs spread around my waist. She was riding my cock in the middle of the kitchen.

“Sophie,” I moaned. This was the first time sex had felt so good.

“No,” she said, bouncing up and down on me, “call me mommy when we have sex. I want you to call me mommy.”

“Mommy,” I whispered, thrusting into her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m sorry mommy hasn’t been paying much attention to you. Mommy has been very bad, and I need you to punish me. I need to learn my lesson.”

“Yes, you do,” I said suddenly. “Get up, I need to tell you how to behave.” She smiled and rose, leaving my erect penis dangling below her.

“Bend over the kitchen sink,” I ordered. She bent over, exposing her beautiful ass to me. She spread her thighs slightly.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, looking back at me and batting her eyelashes. “What do you want with my body?”

I came up behind her and put my penis inside of her.

“Mommy, I’m going to fuck you now,” I said. I thrusted inside her, grunting. She started to push back against me, moaning. I grabbed her breasts, kneading them.

“Yes, Mason, fuck me harder,” she started to scream. “I’ve been so bad, please fuck me, fuck me harder, make me scream your name.” I started to breath harder, groaning loudly, my balls slapping against the bottom of her ass.

“I’ve been such a naughty girl, I need you to punish me every day, I need you to fuck me, is seeing a bad slut like me bending over for you making you horny?”

“Yes,” I said. “Very horny.”

“Yes, this dirty whore needs your cock Mason, I need it inside me to teach me how to behave every day!” I felt myself close to cumming.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered.

“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” she said. She dropped to her knees in front of her and took my hard cock inside of her mouth, licking it up and down. I looked at her pretty face as she started to bob up and down the length of my cock, and I could feel her tongue sliding against the side of my erection. She took my cock out of her mouth.

“Mason, I love the taste of your cock. I want it in my mouth all day.” She resumed licking and sucking my cock until I exploded inside her. She moaned and purred in delight as my cum came rocketing down her throat. I could feel her greedily swallowing each drop I gave her. I moaned loudly and shook as I finished. But I still wanted her.

“Mommy,” I said, “that felt amazing. But I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson completely.”

She bent over the kitchen counter, naked.

“My body is yours, use me as much as you want. I’m your naughty slutty cum bucket. Come over and fuck me, Mason.” I smiled.

“I think I will,” I replied.

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The Country Cottage Pt. 04

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The Country Cottage

(Part 4)

The Enlightenment

Dan

With the soft touch on my right ass cheek, I broke off the kiss with Lisa and looked down in surprise at Father John.

He was a short man, probably no taller than five foot four or five with a fringe of white hair surrounding the pink top of his balding head. There was an impish grin on his face, a hint of laughter sparkled in his mesmerizing gray eyes and a surprisingly long and thick dick sticking straight out from his body, a cock well out of proportion to the rest of his body.

“I do hope I am not interrupting,” he said softly, keeping his hands on both of us as he spoke, “but I needed a cold beer and did want a chance to chat with you both.”

Lisa smiled weakly as I bent to fish a cold beer from the cooler. When I glanced up at her, I could see her eyes darting back and forth from Father John’s face to his impressive dick. I handed him the beer and put my arm around my wife’s waist, letting my hand drop enough to caress her bare ass. Lisa leaned in to me before she spoke.

“So, Father, what is it you wanted to discuss with us?”

He took a long sip of the beer, his eyes clearly appraising us before he said another word.

“Oh nothing much really much, just a bit of a ‘getting to know you’ sort of chat before the confessions and inductions tomorrow.”

“You mean all this tonight is not the induction?” I asked incredulously, looking around at the various entangled, moaning bodies on the scattered mattresses.

“Oh no, hardly,” he laughed heartily, “tonight is the wedding rehearsal…practice if you will…before the actual ceremonies tomorrow.”

“Practice? Really? This seems a bit more…um…involved than that,” Lisa exclaimed, gesturing around the room with the hand that was not resting on my ass.

“Trust me, this is just a hint of how…loving…the family is with one another,” he chuckled taking another swig of his beer. “I’m guessing you have only gotten the barest of hints what we are all about so far.”

Lisa and I just looked at each other. We we both blushing slightly not sure how to put into words some of the things we had already seen that aroused us both. Lisa moaned softly what Father John gently squeezed her other ass cheek before continuing. My dick stiffened a little seeing how casually and intimately he touched my wife as I stood next to them.

“I suppose some of what you’ve both learned in the last few hours came as something of a shock. It usually does when newcomers are first introduced to the family. Perhaps a brief history will help.”

He finished the beer, tossed the empty bottle into a trash bin and asked me to get another. When I turned back to them, he was twirling one of my wife’s nipples between two fingers.

Lisa smiled brightly as he took her hand and, without asking permission from either of us, wrapped her fingers round the head of his stiff cock. My own dick was hard as well when Lisa took it in her other hand.

“Hmm, do you think that will fit inside you comfortably?” I whispered in Lisa’s ear as I handed Father John the beer, then flicked my tongue around her earlobe.

“Quite nicely, I am sure,” she moaned lowly, “especially with you by my side.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, her fingers rhythmically opening and closing on my throbbing dick. I was sure she was fondling Father John in exactly the same way as he started to speak again.

“As you know, The Cottage Inn was established in 1832. Originally, it was a farm house sufficiently distant from any curious neighbors that Miles Davies and his sister Anne could live without unwanted intrusion. Occasionally, they would provide shelter and a meal for travelers and, after word spread by word of mouth, they took in more and more regularly.”

“Shortly after their first child was born, a girl named Martha, a man and a woman stopped for the night. No one knows for sure exactly what happened next, but that couple ended up staying and that became the foundation of the family.”

“Between them, Anne and Evelyn, the other woman’s name, had something like fifteen children, a half dozen of which grew to adulthood. They didn’t keep really precise records in those days, but apparently both women fathered children by both men. When they came of age, their daughters also bore children by first their fathers and then their brothers. Thus the family originated and developed to what it is today.”

“Bob and Carol are the tenth generation proprietors of this place and leading members of the family. As is traditional, a woman’s first child Konak Escort is fathered by her husband/brother and the second by their own father.”

“In this case, Bob fathered Ted and Carol was impregnated with Alice by their father, George. Bob and Ted both gave Alice girls who currently reside at the private family school my sister Rose and I run. When they are of age, they will be inducted formally into the family and learn the family business here.”

With that, Father John stopped for a moment and sipped his beer with an impish gleam in his eyes. It occurred to me that practice and homework could take on an entirely different meaning in such a school.

Lisa dreamily opened her eyes, her shallow breathing telling me she was extremely aroused by some combination of the story, the throbbing dicks in her hands and Father John’s fingers caressing her breast. She idly smeared a drop of my precum over the head of my cock with her thumb. I knew without even touching her that her pussy was sopping wet.

“Of course, all of this can get pretty confusing at times and Bob does yeoman’s work keeping it all straight. A family tree probably would look pretty much like someone threw a box of uncooked spaghetti on the floor.”

“Today, the family numbers in the thousands that we know about,” he continued “and it is all we can do to accommodate members here. About twenty five years ago, the sheer demand dictated that only family members, either in good standing or recently identified, could be accommodated.”

“But we are not in the family,” I protested, “and didn’t even know such a place existed until we got here. Lisa found it on the web and we thought it sounded charming.”

Father John just chuckled and finished his beer, tossing the empty into the trash bin before putting his hand on Lisa’s ass again. He drew her closer and leaned forward to lick one of her erect nipples before looking directly at me.

“Well, Bob is extremely thorough, so I assume there must be a connection somewhere. You would be surprised how many unidentified members of the family we find now and again. With that, I will take your lovely wife over to that mattress and introduce her to my very sweet and ever horny granddaughter.”

Lisa kept her hand on his thick dick as he led her to a platform about fifteen feet away. Nora, his granddaughter and bride-to-be the next day, lay between Ted and Will. Both their cocks were limp and creamy cum seeped from her gaping cunt and crusted in her pussy hair..

Nora got up as her grandfather approached, moved to the next empty mattress and sat down smiling at him and Lisa. He lay down and pulled Lisa to his other side. Nora grinned at Lisa and added her hand to Father John’s cock.

Ever so slowly, they started stroking him up and down, a wide grin on his face as he took turns giving both of them deep tongue lashing kisses. My cock throbbed even more, realizing my wife would soon taste that old man’s cum as he filled her mouth or feel his warm semen gushing inside her pussy.

I started to follow, knowing Lisa wanted me close but was intercepted after only a few steps by Alice and Casey. Without a word, Alice grabbed my dick and Casey, my balls, then pulled me with them to an empty mattress next to Lisa. I buried my face between Alice’s large soft tits as Casey took my cock into her mouth.

When I heard Lisa moan loudly, I looked over and she gazed directly into my eyes for a moment then turned to passionately kiss Nora. Father John’s cock was buried deep in my wife’s cunt as she rode him and her pussy juices splashed onto both their thighs.

I kept my eyes locked on Lisa, even as young Casey pushed me down on my back and lowered herself down over my throbbing dick, only losing sight of her when Alice straddled my face and lowered her dripping slit to my eager tongue.

Lisa

Father John’s unexpected touch on my ass surprised me while adding to my flood of emotions and excitement. The very idea a priest stood naked next to me and my husband and touched me quite intimately had my head spinning.

He was so gentle and courteous and yet confident as he spoke.

“I do hope I am not interrupting anything, but I felt I should introduce myself.”

Dan was taken aback by the old man’s appearance but did manage to respond.

“No, of course not, Father, what is it you wanted to discuss with us?”

He was a short little man with an impish grin. I couldn’t help looking at his penis as he stood opposite me.

It was huge.

Obviously he had been more than chatting with other members of the family as a creamy residue was still dribbling out of Buca Escort the top of his half hard cock. He caught my eye looking downwards at him.

“Do you like it, Lisa?” he asked with a merry chuckle.

Normally I would have been appalled at such a comment from an old man I hardly knew. In this venue, however, I felt much more liberated to tell how I truly felt. I could see that Dan was in his own little fantasy world so I whispered so that my husband couldn’t hear.

“Yes Father. I like it…a lot. It’s so much bigger than my husband’s.”

“I wanted to explain a few more things about your induction tomorrow. Tonight is simply a get together to find out little secrets,” he chuckled.

“So this is not the full induction Father?” Dan muttered. I could see Dan was as surprised as I was.

“No Dan, we will have the bigger family participating. It may be a bit of a shock to you both but I know you will enjoy it.”

Father John laughed, took my hand in his and placed it on his stiffening cock. Dan leaned over to whisper in my ear as I took his dick into my other hand.

“Hmm, do you think that will fit inside you comfortably?” my husband asked me looking down at the older man’s cock in my hand.

“Quite nicely, I am sure, especially with you by my side.” I moaned, feeling my pussy twitch and a few drops of my juices dribbling down my inner thigh. I was sure Father John would fit inside me quite nicely indeed.

For the next half hour or so, he explained some things to us. He told us that the Cottage Family had been established in 1832 and explained about the main events and transitions that had happened over all those years.

All the time he was talking he had his arm around me and was openly touching me very intimately. He squeezed my breasts as he nuzzled my neck. It was all very sensuous…and so very blatant…especially as it was right in front of my husband.

“Your wife has nice tits, Dan, and a lovely ass too,” he finally said as he finished a second beer.

Dan mumbled something. We had fantasized in the past about situations like this where Dan had acted out the part of a cuckold. This was so strange…and so arousing. It was like a fantasy come true. I wondered how it would end. After another few moments, Father John simply put both arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth.

As I felt his tongue probing I opened my mouth and responded in kind. His body pushed into my breasts and I felt his huge penis push full length into my tummy.

It was glorious.

I wondered if he intended to have me right then and there standing up in front of my husband. To be honest I was quite willing…eager even. From Dan’s demeanor and stiffness, I was sure he had no objection either. Then I felt the old man pull away.

“I must take you wife over to the mattress and introduce her to Nora, my sweet granddaughter,” he told Dan.

I had met Nora earlier. She was quite a pretty young girl who was due to be married the next day. As Father John led me across the room, I was conscious of his hand dropping behind my back and squeezing my ass cheek.

“I must have some of this sweet ass for myself,” he said and I giggled my agreement.

As we walked across the room, I could see Nora smiling at us as she rose up from between Will and Ted and moved over to an empty mattress. Nora was a short, slight girl with shoulder length black hair and small perky tits. Father John smiled as he saw me looking.

“I know she is my granddaughter Lisa but she has lovely tits, doesn’t she?”

With that, he pulled me down next to him with Nora on the other side. She smiled at me and placed her hand on her grandfather’s engorged dick next to mine. Together, we slowly stroked him.

Father John took turns kissing me and his granddaughter quite passionately, his tongue lashing ours in our mouths. I could feel his dick grow ever harder in my hand.

Nora looked up at me with a wicked grin when a drop of her grandfather’s precum seeped over our fingers. She removed her hand and pulled me close to her, giving me a deep tongue lashing kiss then slipped her hands down between my legs. Her fingers slid easily between the dripping wet folds of my pussy lips.

“He’s ready for you,” Nora cooed into my ear as her fingers slid up through my pussy lips and found the hard nub of my throbbing clit, “and it seems you are more than ready for him!”

I was.

My entire body quivered in anticipation as Nora held his cock up straight for me. I looked at the long thick shaft and mushroom head with both eagerness and alarm. Father John was much larger than my husband, the only man before this Alsancak Escort evening with whom I had intercourse in the past thirteen years, and much larger than the two boys I’d fucked as a teenager, long before meeting Dan.

After a moments hesitation, I straddled his hips. Nora brushed that huge cock head back and forth between my pussy lips, coating it with my own juices even as she aroused me even more.

Father John looked up at me smiling brightly. He took each of my swaying tits into his hands, softly caressing them as the tip of his huge cock pushed against the slick but tight opening to my vagina. For a moment I was afraid he was just too big.

“Just relax and take your time,” Nora whispered in my ear before lightly biting my earlobe, “it always feels really tight the first time Grandpa fucks you and often the second and third times too.”

I let myself slowly slide down over the monstrous shaft, stopping after he was a couple of inches inside me. I squirmed around a little and my pussy stretched even more.

After a few moments, Father John was as deep as he could go inside me. I had never felt so filled in my life. I glanced up and saw Dan starting to walk towards me. His face was flushed with excitement and his dick stood straight out from his body. He nodded his approval and smiled just before Alice and Casey dragged him over to an empty mattress next to me.

Right then my orgasm began to build. I smiled back at my husband and saw Casey lowering herself down on his throbbing cock and Alice straddling his face. I turned and kissed Nora passionately as she strummed my clit with one finger.

A massive orgasm flooded my body, every cell on fire. I began to flail wildly on Father John’s cock, taking him deeper inside me than any man had ever been before. He pinched my nipples hard and matched my thrusts. With a loud moan, I could feel his cock spasm inside me just before spurt after spurt of his warm semen flooded my already stuffed cunt.

I lost all track of time as seemingly unending waves of pleasure swept through my body. Finally, my climax subsided as Father John’s dick softened and slipped out of me on a stream of his cum and my juices. I collapsed on his chest.

Next to me, my husband smiled brightly, his own dick glistening as he slipped out of young Casey’s cunt. When we untangled ourselves, Dan took my hand and pulled me close for a passionate kiss.

“Awesome!” he whispered in my ear, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoyed watching you.”

I was so relieved to get his approval. I kissed him again deeply and twirled his flaccid penis in my fingers. We got ourselves another cold beer and stood watching some of the others that were still fucking and sucking in various combinations.

“I feel the same way and was very aroused seeing you as well,” I said with a grin, tucking my shoulder up under his arm, “but there’s one thing that would have made it even better.”

“And what is that?” Dan asked.

“Next time I fuck Father John, I want him to wear his priestly collar!”

Dan

I was so pleased to see the expression of utter pleasure on Lisa’s face as Father John’s cock plunged deep inside her. Then Alice and Casey immediately had my full attention. My cock slid easily into the teenager’s already slick cunt. Droplets of someone’s semen and her own juices dribbled on to my lips and face as Alice straddled my head.

Casey was young but she clearly had plenty of experience. She rotated her hips and clenched my dick tightly inside her. She placed my hands on her perky tits and began riding me furiously.

It didn’t take long at all for my orgasm to build in my balls. With my tongue firmly lodged in Alice’s pussy as she fingered her clit and flooded my face with her own climax, I moaned loudly and began shooting string after string of cum into Casey’s tight welcoming cunt.

Alice and Casey were kissing passionately above me as my dick softened and slipped out of the teenager’s dripping cunt. They fell off to one side fingering each other as I looked over to Lisa furiously flailing her orgasm on Father John’s cock. I smiled my approval as she collapsed on the old man’s chest breathing heavily.

After we all caught our breathes, I took Lisa’s hand in mine and kissed her passionately, telling her aroused and pleased I was watching her. She grinned her pleasure as we went to get ourselves another cold beer, telling me how happy she was to see me as well. Then she surprised me with her next comment.

“Next time I fuck Father John, I want him to wear his priestly collar!”

My breath caught in my throat as the implications of what she was saying sunk in.

Next time!

Lisa was telling me there would be a next time and even more of our fantasies were soon to be fulfilled. I pulled her close, feeling the last remnants of the old priest’s cum seeping out of my wife’s cunt and down over my thigh.

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