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This is latest story in the tales of two people who meet every couple of months in an on-going affair to make up for what they are missing out on in their own individual married relationships. Please enjoy, vote and leave feedback.

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She was looking in the opposite direction when I walked up to her, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her in close. I resisted the temptation of placing my hand directly on her delicious behind as it wasn’t the type of behaviour that some would find acceptable on the concourse of Waverley Station.

“Good morning,” I said, cheerily “you really don’t know how excited I am to be doing this. This is so illicit.”

“It is!” Ali replied. “I’ve been shaking since I got up!”

Her smile told me she was fine with our plan though. I gave her a gentle hug. I could feel the top of her stockings through her skirt, the tingle of excitement rushing through me. She noticed I had realised what she was wearing, a raised eyebrow signalling her naughtiness. She could read me like a book!

We had planned this for weeks – a proper trip away. Just us, together for more than one night. Our meetings were mostly about two months apart and that was enough for us to work through our frustrations with our respective relationships. However, it was now nearly four months since our last encounter, and we both really needed this. It was a sort of Christmas present between us, our families taking up all our time during the Christmas period and then, of course, her forty-fifth birthday following along in January. A few lies to conceal our true intentions, based on elements of truth, had raised no suspicions in our other halves.

The train from London arrived a little early, so we boarded to wait the departure to Inverness. I had booked seats in the First Class coach, my previous experience of this journey being one surrounded by screaming children. No, that wouldn’t be a good start to our little tryst.

The carriage was near empty, a few older couples sitting further down. Peace, I thought. Time to talk. Time to plan. Perhaps sexy talk, seductive whispers. Oh, and lunch. As normal, I took that in hand and had prepared a small spread of everything I knew she liked. Terribly thoughtful of me, I mused.

We sat opposite each other. I studied her face, her eyes and hair, taking her all in. We knew each other well now but I could never stop enjoying all the little things that you see when closely intimate with another. The shape of her ears, her mannerisms, body language, the way she tilted her head to one side as she listened to me. All those details seeping into my mind to be rekindled by my imagination when we were not together.

My eyes were drawn downwards. She had undone a couple of buttons on her blouse as we were readying ourselves to sit. She gave me a wicked smile as she caught me looking at her lacy underwear, shaking her shoulders a little so I got a good view of her boobs.

“Ooo, you tease, Alison!” She knew me well.

“Well I thought it may help pass the time on the journey, you imagining me later when we arrive, so yes, a little tease to help you get in the mood.”

“No help needed!” I replied, my cock already stiffening.

She undid another button, titling her shoulders giving me a side on view.

“Stop it! You’ll give that old guy a heart attack!” looking back towards the couple in front of us.

“Ah, I would soon sort him out.” she laughed in reference to her job as a nurse. “It gives you something to look at until we get into the nicer scenery.”

I shook my head.

“Sometimes, Ali, you can be, well….we’ve not even left Edinburgh!”

She redid her button and sat back.

“Sorry. I’ll be on my best behaviour from now on!” She gave another wicked smile.

This being the fast train, we were quickly across the bridge heading through Fife and up to Perth.

“Better keep your head down, you might be spotted around here!” A reference to where I live.

“No worries, we’ll be through my village in seconds.” I replied.

Beyond Perth, the landscape widened out, the hills and mountains of the Highlands appearing.

“Remember our little walk? That wasn’t far from here.” I asked.

“Remember it? It was incredible!”

” ‘Wow! That was amazing’ is the expression that I believe you used!”

“Hmmm…thinking about that,” I spotted a glint in her eyes. “It is quiet in this coach.”

I looked around. Indeed it was. Only one other couple now ahead of us at the far end. No-one behind.

“Well?” she asked, raising up a stockinged foot and placing it on my crotch, rubbing gently.

“Ali, we can’t! Someone will come.”

“That’s the intention, so to speak! Well, I’ll keep a look out. No-one can come in the other direction as we’re the last carriage.”

I looked around again, pushing her foot away. I signalled for her to lean forward, leaning in myself as if to whisper something to her. She shuffled forward in her seat. I passed my hand onto her knee and slowly, bursa escort gently felt my way upwards inside her skirt.

“Oh!” she whimpered. “I see, that’s good!”

I stretched my hand further up, across the top of her stocking, feeling the smooth soft flesh of her inner thighs. I brushed against her knickers, touching her pussy beneath.

She shuffled further forward on her seat, parting her legs slightly to help. I stroked downwards and upward feeling her knickers dampening.

She leaned in closer. “So, so good.”

She moved her hand down to join mine under her skirt.

“I’ll help a bit.” she whispered, hooking a finger around into her knickers pulling them to one side.

My fingers could now feel her exposed pussy. She relaxed her hips open further. My finger slid in easily, followed by another. I turned them gently upwards, my arm at full stretch under the table, and pressed in.

She tightened up as my fingers touched that very sensitive spot, the small spongy area to the top and front.

“Ah, you’re bang on mister, that’s really, really good.”

My arm was at full stretch and I moved as far forward as I could. She pressed herself forward, her stomach hard against the table.

“You’ll manage. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It won’t take long.” She was becoming breathless.

Her boobs were practically just under my face and I looked down her blouse.

“Ah, wait a minute. I’ve just remembered something you may like.”

She brought her free hand up and undid a button, fumbling around inside her blouse. The front of her bra popped open, her boobs falling forward.

“Front-fastening. I thought it may be easier for you! Now, continue with what you were doing!”

Well we now really did look in a compromising position – me leaning forward looking down her blouse at her delicious boobs exposed for me to enjoy, one arm stretched beneath the table, my hand up her skirt with my fingers inside of her. Her hand up her skirt holding her knickers to the side, her other gripping the table hard.

“You are keeping a look out, aren’t you Alison?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” she replied looking somewhat distracted from that particular task!

I moved my fingers gently, pressing them forward.

“Have you any idea how good that is?” she asked quietly. “Apart from myself, no-one has ever got that particular spot!”

She took a sharp breath in.

“Oh my God, I’m about to cum! So quickly! How are you doing that?”

I kept moving my fingers in a slow rhythm, my eyes gazing down at her breasts which were now gently swaying. Her nipples were brushing against the fabric of her blouse, which I saw was helping her overall arousal. Had we been anywhere else, that blouse would have been stripped off and my cock would be shooting my cum all over them by now!

She gazed directly into my eyes, her mouth open taking in air. I could feel her breathing deepen. Her eyes were silently saying to me ‘I’m cumming, please make me cum.’ She clenched her lips tightly.

I blew down her blouse onto one of her nipples. I had an inkling that just one more little sensation would be enough to move her one step upwards. I was right. She threw her head back in response, her hand between her legs letting go of her knickers and grabbing mine, holding me in. Her thighs closed in and I could feel her hips pulse forward in time with each wave of fire that was rushing upwards and downwards throughout her body.

The blast of oxygen, endorphins and goodness knows what other chemicals hit her brain. Her body took over from her mind for a few moments. I stifled a sound with my free hand over her mouth as I realised she had lost a bit of self control, aware that she may be drawing us some attention.

She fell back into the seat. I reached forward to close her blouse over, too much on show! She released the grip on my hand, relaxing her legs allowing me to withdraw. I watched in silence as her reddened face began to return to normal.

“Wow! That was so….”

“Shhh!” I replied, signalling to her to sort herself out.

Although she was a picture of pure erotica, sitting there with three buttons undone, a fair bit of flesh on show, her skirt pulled up showing her stockings and milky smooth thighs, it really didn’t seem appropriate to be seen like that.

She straightened up and smoothed her skirt down, fiddling inside her blouse to sort her bra in place.

She leaned forward stretching her arms under the table.

“And now for you!”

“No Ali, don’t. I really mean don’t! It’s not quite the same for me.”

She rubbed her hands over my crotch.

“Stop! Now! It’s too messy. I really can wait!”

She leant back, looking a bit disappointed.

“You’re such a killjoy.” she challenged.

“No, I’m a pragmatist. I’m thinking of myself here. I really don’t want to be sitting with a sticky mess in my pants for the next hour or so.”

“I suppose not.” She replied. “It would be such a terrible bursa escort bayan waste anyway!”

Her wicked smile returned. It was a good fifteen minutes before the stiffness in my cock subsided!

We spent the remainder of our journey eating lunch, drinking gin and tonics and looking at the dramatic landscape of the Scottish Highlands. Well, Ali looked at the scenery whilst I couldn’t take my eyes of her boobs and thinking what I was going to do to them when we get into our hotel!

***

We arrived in Inverness just after lunchtime.

“You said the hotel is about a fifteen minutes walk away, didn’t you? That will be a nice walk on a day like this.”

She was right. It was a lovely late winter’s day, clear blue skies, cold but so fresh. It would have been a nice walk.

“No way! I’ve waited long enough! I need you naked, in front of me now! So it’s a taxi for us – can’t you see I’m getting pretty desperate?”

“Of course! You have been a very patient boy. And you’ll be greatly rewarded!” She giggled in response. “Taxi!!” She yelled as if to prove a point.

We arrived at the hotel about five minutes later. It was the quickest check-in I’ve ever experienced!

“Mr and Mrs Smith?” The receptionist asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yep, that’s us, can we have our key?” I wanted to add “now please, this is an emergency” but that would have sounded a bit rude.

“Enjoy you stay, oh, and have fun.” was the response delivered in a knowing way.

We rushed upstairs to our room, wasting no time waiting for the lift.

Ali rushed past me into the room, disappearing into the bathroom.

“I’ll just be a minute.”

Typical, it’s probably all the G&Ts we had on the train, I thought

She reappeared about thirty seconds later wearing only her underwear. She hadn’t wasted any time in undressing! She threw herself across the massive double king sized bed.

She looked stunning in her black sexy underwear against the crisp white Egyptian cotton sheets,

“Well, how do you want me?” she asked. “Like this, on my back? Or maybe you want these?” unclipping her bra allowing her boobs back out.”

I stood transfixed. I had barely taken my coat off.

She spun around onto her front.

“Or maybe like this?”

“Ye…yes like that.” I croaked.

She raised herself up on her knees, bending forward with her bottom in the air.

“Yes, like that, please, that’s just perfect!”

I began to strip off. She pulled off her knickers throwing them to the side. I’ve never felt so much excitement. Her stockings and suspenders framed her bottom perfectly. My cock was aching, my balls were already tingling. I approached, kneeling behind her.

“Ali, I really don’t think I’ll last long. There won’t be much in it for you. I’m sorry, it’s just…”

“Get on with it! Now! I don’t care. I want you inside me filling me up. Now!!!”

Her pussy was already parted and I could see if glistening with her own moisture. I guided my cock inside and the minute it hit the warmth within, I exploded into her, my legs buckling, the intense uncontrollable sensation emptying me into her.

“Oh God, Ali, I’m so sorry, I couldn’t hold….”

“No this is perfect you idiot, I love the fact I have that impact on you!”

The pulses continued until I could sense that I was indeed empty. My head was spinning. I fell down on the bed next to her; she turned to lie next to me.

“Feel better?”

“Oh yes. Boy did I need that. I’m sorry I couldn’t hold back.”

“Shh.” she whispered placing a finger on my lips. I’ll bet you’ll be back up and ready in less than five minutes.”

“Not bloody likely! I’m not a twenty one year old anymore. You may have to wait a bit longer than that!”

“We’ll see.” she giggled.

We lay looking at our room. It was enormous. This huge bed at one end, a settee with a coffee table, French doors opening inwards with a railing so you could sit in the room looking outside without having to endure the cold Scottish climate. Everything was perfect. The bathrooms fantastic, I was informed, although how she had managed to take in any detail in her rush to undress was beyond me. Yes, this will do us nicely!

I looked down as I felt Ali begin to stroke my cock, still glistening from being inside her.

“See, it’s only been a few minutes and it’s stiffening up nicely. And this time, I know you’ll last out!”

It was, much to my amazement. This woman can really turn me on! I looked across her body. Yep, these boobs do it for me every time. She continued to stroke, a look of determined concentration on her face. My cock was now fully erect – any teenager would have been proud of that recovery time!

She climbed over me, straddling across my waist. She held my cock up straight and lowered herself onto it, gently, all the way down. She smiled.

“Now watch closely.”

She pushed herself up, her pussy stretched over my cock, then lowered herself back down slowly. escort bursa She repeated this taking herself right up to the tip, holding herself for a moment then back down. All my cum that I had emptied into her came flowing out, covering me. She pushed down hard, my cum now all over the outside of her pussy.

“See, it was worthwhile me waiting! Now we both get what we want!”

An amazing turn on! She continued moving up and down, a little faster. Her hands dropped to her pussy, covering them in my cum. She spread it over her boobs, her head thrown back pushing them forward. I reached to help her, one hand on her boobs, working with hers, my other down on her clit, rubbing my cum around. Wow. I hadn’t done anything like this before.

She looked amazing. Lost in herself really, her hands moving all over her own body, guiding mine, her hips grating upon my own. My cum glistening all over her, drying now becoming sticky. The smell of sex filled the room. Our breathing was heavy.

She paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss me. A deep, powerful kiss that said ‘I need you, I want you’. I could feel her heart beat strongly against my chest. I could feel her excitement and intense arousal through the warmth of her skin, her boobs so hot against me, her pussy wet, my cock still deep inside her, moving gently as I pushed my hips in a slow movement.

“I need to cum now.” she whispered in my ear, straightforward talking.

She rose up, releasing herself off my cock and swung around, facing away from me, her bottom towards me. She passed a hand behind her grabbing my cock and expertly guided herself back on to it.

A bit of an unnatural position for me with my cock normally having an upright position when erect and a slight inwards curve, so in effect my cock was being pulled downwards. But the sensation was incredible. To see her bottom in front of me, see her pussy stretched over me, my cock wet with her lubrication, was amazing.

She built up a rhythm. I placed my hands on her bottom, pushing it wide. She rode me expertly, sliding up and down in perfect time. She was making noises of pleasure, which this time didn’t bother me at all – you hear all sorts coming from hotel rooms, I thought, so what the hell!

I moved my hips up and down to help her, missing a few beats until I got my timing correct, working together now I could feel her tighten inside, the core source of her orgasm beginning to build.

I watched her bottom rise and fall, my cum sticky over it. Such an incredibly sexy sight. I could feel my own orgasm forming, the tingling in the back of my legs, my body readying itself, looking for what I had left inside me. A warm feeling in my balls. I was holding back, enjoying the view so much. Her pussy stretched wide around me, her bottom pursed tightly above it. I wet my thumb with my mouth and pressed it gently against her asshole. She surged forward.

“Harder!” she shouted taking me a bit by surprise.

I pressed my thumb in, she tensed, lowering herself more slowly down onto me, leaning forward on my legs. She gyrated her hips around, my thumb just inserted inside her. I could see her grab onto the bedcovers. She was getting close, very close.

A sharp shudder told me she was cumming. I thrust upwards, my own body responding. A fire rushing up through me. She shuddered again as the waves of electricity began to flow through her body. She rose up, held for a moment then collapsed back down. She tensed against me as my cock throbbed inside her, emptying me again. She grabbed onto my legs, digging in deeply. I grabbed onto her bottom, pulling her checks wide then closing them in. I felt her collapse into me, shaking, her orgasm complete.

My cock relaxed out of her but she lay there, holding onto me, her bottom still facing me. Wow, was all I could think of yet again.

***

It was quite an exertion. Really, at my age I didn’t think I had it in me. We were making love like twenty year olds. Perhaps we were making up for all the things we had missed out on. Trying things we never had tried before. But so what? We both appeared to be happy with what we were doing. So as long as we were careful and kept away from too many emotions, I knew we would be alright.

We lay together for a while, a long while, holding each other under the covers. We didn’t really have any plans other than simply spending time with each other, as much sex as we could achieve over two days and eating some good food. Maybe take in some sightseeing tomorrow, but not today – today was about being close.

It was now late afternoon. Dinner was to be in the hotel tonight, so I suggested a trip down to the hotel spa. This was turning out to be a great choice for our break together. Our lovely room, a huge bed, a walk-in rain shower (‘we’ll try that out later’), luxurious bath. Everything that a couple having an illicit affair, of sorts, should have at their disposal.

We grabbed our things and set off downstairs, feeling quite the couple. We were welcomed with a cheerful

“Good afternoon, Mr and Mrs Smith, I hope you have had an enjoyable time so far?”

Hmmm, what had that receptionist being saying to the other staff, I wondered? Ali looked a bit embarrassed. I just laughed.

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The hike around the lake was all set, they even packed a lunch and headed out at 9 am. The drive took only 45 minutes and as they put on the backpacks they began to hike at a fast pace to begin with. They all worked up a good sweat as the heat of the day was rising. The sun was nearly right above them and the noonday heat was starting to be oppressive.

They had hiked about four miles and were at the other side of the lake. They had followed the paths but it wasn’t an easy hike under most circumstances. By the time they reached the little picnic area they all were drenched in sweat. Rebecca sat herself down at the picnic table that someone had long ago hauled across the lake by someone and deposited it at this clearing bordered by a grass field next to the lake.

After everyone had shed their packs and placed them on the table they realized how hot they were. Clothes started to fly off as everyone was now in a rush to cool off. It had the opposite effect though. Julie immediately went over and planted a big wet kiss on Becca’s lips, she responded and soon their embrace was that of two lover who had found each other after a long absence. Not to be left out Rebecca’s brother went over and started to rub Julie’s ass and torso from behind even reaching around her to caress his sisters body. They soon turned, brought him into the fold and began kissing him also.

Needing a place to lie down they soon moved to the field and lay down in the tall grass. Julie lay down and her mouth went right to Rebecca’s pussy. She could smell her musky scent from the walk and she was very turned on. After dipping her tongue into Becky’s snatch she lifted her head and said,

“I see you had a head start on us,” and then went back to her ministrations on Becky’s clit.

Becky was licking her brother cock and he in turn was kissing his way up Julie’s legs to her pussy. Soon there were groans all around as each was getting close to orgasm. Julie came first and she pulled him off of Rebecca’s mouth telling him she wanted him to fill her up!

Rebecca was getting there and with her brother pounding away at Julie their guttural grunts as he fucked her deep coupled with the slapping of his balls on her skin every time he thrust in her sent her over the edge about the same time her brother grunted he too was cumming.

Afterward as they lay in a heap Julie asked, “Who came in you this morning?” Her brother looked puzzled as shortly after they woke this morning they both took showers and left. He hadn’t fucked her this morning.

Rebecca’s laughed and went on to say, “Well when we woke you were in the shower so I went to use Mom and Dad’s, only Dad hadn’t left for work yet. He was running late so I just hopped in with him. It didn’t take too much of soaping of his cock before he was rock hard.

“He told me he didn’t have time this morning, as he was late already so I just grabbed his cock while turning and bending over and put it right up against my pussy. I told him ‘just fuck me quick and I will be happy’ so he grabbed my hips and plunged into me. He didn’t take long, he was real fast. He then got out and got dressed and left while I finished. When you got out Bro he had already fucked me and gone to work.”

Now he understood Julie’s comment and replied “I see you had a head start on us” and he smiled.

They lay there for only a few more minutes before they realized they should cool off in the lake. They all ran naked and dove into the cool water. Splashing around did the trick as soon they were cooled off and ready to rest in the tall grass by the picnic table.

They spread the cloth they brought and sat upon it still naked and got out some lunch and drinks. The bursa escort sun felt good to them all and soon after lunch you could see three naked bodies lying down on the cloth sunning themselves. Turning every once in a while so as not to get a sun burn. They had even brought sunscreen and took turns rubbing each others skin to protect themselves.

After a time Rebecca’s brother nodded off and Julie and Rebecca began to talk. Rebecca admitted to Julie that she had not slept with that many men. She had slept with the same number since she had come home from school than the previous four years. She had only had three lovers previously and one was her brother. She told Julie about having sex with a professor at school who was much older than her. She told her about her meeting an older man online the one that wrote the story that Julie had read, but she had never met him face to face.

Julie related that she had lost her virginity to a boy at college and besides him her only other lovers had been Rebecca’s brother and her own father just recently. As for lesbian encounters Rebecca had been her one and only Sapphic adventure. Both laughed as they now thought how much they were enjoying their new adventures. They talked about their sexual preferences and what they hadn’t tried but would like too.

This was beginning to turn them both on and soon they were embracing and kissing deeply. They lay entwined in each others arms and legs and it was only natural that their hands explored each others breasts and pussies. After a time they naturally moved to a sixty-nine position so that each could enjoy the taste of their respective pussies.

Soon they were so into licking each other and getting closer to orgasm they didn’t even notice Rebecca’s brother had woken and was calmly stroking his stiff cock while watching them. They were too enmeshed in their own excitement to notice and when their moans got louder, first Julie then Rebecca stiffened and orgasmed they lay there reveling in the moment. It was then that they noticed the hard cock beside them.

Becca’s brother started to say ‘what about me’ when they both leapt at him and began to suck him and jerk him off together. They took turns sucking and kissing and licking his shaft while he moaned his appreciation. He loved the attention and soon they had a rhythm going that was sending him over the edge. Julie noticed this and stopped Rebecca before she made her brother cum.

She said “I want to feel your cum in my ass, I have never had anal sex.”

With that she turned over on her stomach and wiggled her butt provocatively in the air. Becca responded by rubbing some of Julie’s wetness over her rear hole and slowly inserted a finger while her brother positioned himself for entry. He knelt between her legs and with Rebecca guiding his cock he placed the tip at the entrance and gently pushed.

His cock slowly entered and he felt her sphincter muscle closed around the head of his cock. He waited just a moment and pushed again and slowly pushed the length of his cock all the way in Julie’s ass. When he bottomed out he stopped to let Julie adjust to his cock. He knew that she had never done this and wanted to make sure he got to finish the job and cum in her ass.

Soon he was slowly sliding out and then in again; as she relaxed he found it easier to piston in and out. Soon Julie was grunting her approval as she had her hand under herself and was playing with her clit at the same time. Rebecca was watching her brother fuck her friend in the ass now with reckless abandon and the sight was incredible she thought.

She loved watching them and she found her hand too was tracing circles around her own clitoris as she was bursa escort bayan soon close to her own climax. Her brother came first though as his body went rigid and his strokes slowed and she could see him cumming as he shot his cum deep in Julie’s ass.

For her part Julie found that when he started to cum she could feel him shoot his hot seed in her and that sent her over the edge and when she came her sphincter clenched his cock then released it each spasm helped to milk it dry. It was only moments after all this that Rebecca’s head went back and her body went rigid as her orgasm sent shivers down her whole body. She lay there feeling her own pussy and hand drench in her own juices.

They collapsed in a heap for some time before heading to cool off again. This time when they were done they all dressed so they could make the walk back to the car. The walk back took less time as they seemed energized by what they had done and though they didn’t talk about it all the way home they were content that today had been special.

It was a few days before they all had been able to get together again and Rebecca’s brother hadn’t even tried to have sex with her for those days at home. He went to work and was generally pleasant but seemed like he don’t want sex at all and when Rebecca approached him he told her that he just needed a rest. He had more sex in the last weeks than he had ever had before. So much so he said his cock was chafed. Becca laughed and set her sights on her step-father for the moment.

It seems that all the action she had been giving him also affected her mother as she now was a bit hornier and had started to fuck her husband more than she had been recently.

On the next Saturday morning Rebecca awoke and found her mother running out the door, she had errands to run and was meeting some friends for lunch. Her father was playing golf and her brother was working. Home alone and she didn’t know what to do. Rebecca booted up her computer and went online and found her online friend, who was also there with time on his hands. She excitedly typed snippets of her adventures and he shot back he wished he was there to see it. She asked Joe if he had anymore stories he had written and he sent her the latest in an e-mail.

Rebecca had been chatting with Joe for over six months by now and had seen a picture of him also. He even sent her a picture of his penis which she liked very much. She had sent him a non nude picture of herself. She knew he was married and wanted more sex than his wife was willing to give him. Hence he was masturbating online when they first stumbled across each other.

Joe was quite a bit older too, he was in his fifties but this did not bother Rebecca as she had once fucked a professor of hers in college and found an older lover to be better than the young studs. Her first boyfriend thought the best sex was the wham bam thank you ma’am style. Rebecca loved the way an older man took their time to make love to her and cherish the whole experience.

So this is why she liked chatting with Joe. Soon she was rubbing her clit while reading the latest story and cumming all over her hand. She typed back to Joe what she had done and how much she liked it and soon Joe had to go offline.

Rebecca had been sitting in her room without clothes masturbating when she heard the front door open. Feeling frisky and still a bit horny even after an orgasm she walked out of her room confidant it was either her brother of step-father because it was too early for her mother to return.

Sure enough her step-father was putting his shoes away in the front closet when a nude Becca walked into his arms and planted a big kiss on his lips. Before escort bursa he could do anything else she dropped to her knees, unzipped his pants and sucked his flaccid penis into her mouth. It wasn’t long before he was hard and moaning right by the front door.

She was working the shaft with her hand while her tongue licked the underside of the head of his cock. Then she swallowed it and stroked it lovingly. He could feel his ball fill and Rebecca could feel his cock swell as it does before he cums. She continued and soon he was spraying his load in her mouth and all over her face, as she let it go from her mouth she watched it spurt it’s white rope of jism. It splashed her chin and ran down onto her chest as another and another spurt of his juice splashed on her cheek and dribbled down.

As his cock softened in her hand she looked up at her step-father and smiled. He in turn smiled back and thanked her for such a nice surprise. He put his penis back in his pants and zipped up when Becca stood up to go in the bathroom to take a shower.

Once in the shower she was soon joined by her step-father who after playing golf and getting a very nice blowjob needed to wash also. He also figured Becca needed some attention so he planned on giving her some. They washed each other off, soon he was semi hard again, they got out to towel off and he took Rebecca’s hand and led her to the master bedroom.

He lay her down on the bed and bent over to kiss her. Then he got some lotion from the night stand and proceeded to rub it all over Rebecca, taking care not to touch her breasts or pussy. He had her roll over and did the same to her back avoiding her inner thighs and ass. This was very erotic to Rebecca and he could see her pussy was leaking as he turned he on without ever touching an erogenous zone.

She was ready to beg him to touch her anywhere when he got onto the bed crawling up between her legs which she parted. He stopped with his head right at her cunt. He looked down to see the lips starting to swell and her slit, which normally was closed, beginning to open as she got more and more turned on.

He could smell her musky scent even through the soap they had used to wash up and as he lay close to her pussy she wondered ‘when is he going to touch me there’. Her pussy was visibly dripping down her now swollen vagina. He could see the pink folds of her labia just beginning to swell and peak out even though his hot breath was the only touch Rebecca felt. It sent shivers up her whole body as she almost orgasmed when he did this.

He began by gently kissing the inside of her thighs first one side then the other working his way up to her lips. He started to lick her parted pussy lips from the bottom and the touch sent electricity throughout her body. By the time he was just breathing on her clitoris her orgasm was just beginning.

It enveloped her whole body as his tongue finally reached her clit. She came so suddenly and squirted out pussy juice with a force she didn’t know she had. One touch and she was cumming like mad. Each wave of pleasure rolling over her with such intensity, one wave of pleasure after another. This with only one touch of her clitoris.

It had taken her step-father almost an hour to get to that point but when he did Rebecca couldn’t have imagined the whole body orgasm she was now experiencing. It over took her and she didn’t have any control, as the wave of pleasure started to lessen she realized she was crying. Not tears of sadness but tears of pure ecstasy.

She was totally spent and couldn’t even move. Her father had let her lie there for quite a while and when she had fallen asleep he thought it would be best to move her. He picked up his daughter and brought her to her own room and tucked her in her own bed with loving care that only a lover could do. Then he went to do the laundry as he didn’t want his wife finding the huge wet spot that their lovemaking had left.

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My name is Sarah, and it has been 2 weeks since I last used my Hitachi Magic Wand. Said as if it was my first time at a masturbation anonymous meeting. My wand and I have been seeing a lot of each other since Thanksgiving. It was a wonderful relationship, but I always worried that I was too selfish. My wand always gave and gave when we were together. Working tirelessly to provide my orgasms. After my panties were thoroughly soaked, and having cum so hard, and so much!

I would banish it to my nightstand drawer without even a thank you…

I had just woken up from a late night of incredibly hot sex. The room was still pitch black, but I could feel the heat of his body next to mine. My pussy was hot and moist because he has that effect on me. Reaching up to caress his skin my hand brushes against his cock. I loved to feel his cock react to my touch. At this moment, I do not think I have ever felt him harder than he was under my gentle stroking. Sliding closer to embrace this man with a warm sensual kiss in hopes of waking a desire to fill me while we were still in a dream like state of consciousness.

Turning his head to meet my awaiting mouth bursa escort our lips come together and send a shockwave of sexual energy that echos deep in my clit. His tongue is always gentle and passionate as he kisses me, he is an amazing lover. Nibbling on his nipples, I rise up over his legs and slide the swollen lips of my pussy over his perfect cock. Backing up and aiming him right to my hole. I love the feeling of him as he first parts my opening and the head of his cock drinks up the lubrication that has escaped to the edge of my pussy. Gently yet steadily I lower myself accepting more of him inside until he is supporting my weight with his hips.

I pause for a while reacquainting myself with that feeling of fullness that my wand could never deliver. Bending to meet his lips again in a kiss that is full of passion. Feeling his tongue invade my mouth and provide another point in our complete sexual bonding. Pulling upward ever slowly I can feel his cock almost grabbing the walls of my pussy in an attempt to not be withdrawn even an inch. The friction of our organs struggling to remain connected produces such an exquisite pleasure that I am helpless bursa escort bayan not to repeat it over and over. One of his arms wrap around the small of my back and pulls me close to meet the powerful thrust of his hips against my mound.

Building inside is the first sign of what seems like a constant orgasm I hope will last forever. My body is selfish for the touch of this man. Reacting in ways never felt before. The way he fills me makes my body lose control. Control of my breathing that now has become fast and shallow. Sweat beading up all over creating another connection between us as we stick together as I lay on top of this primal sexual man.

Pleasure over takes my mind and I am helpless to resist what he is doing to me. He breaks our kiss only to move his attention to my large erect nipple. I can feel his tongue caress my tit as I grind myself down hard onto his cock. Heat building like a fire between my legs as the friction of our fucking intensifies. Biting down harder on my tit now, I never feel the pain that creates another bond of our session. I love knowing that I will see his mark on my body later as a reminder of his lust escort bursa for me.

Well on my way to losing count of how many times I have cum. My legs start to keep track by shaking uncontrollably. My ass tightens, and hips thrust forward all on their own now. Our pace is dictated by how badly we want more pleasure. He is desperate to take himself over the edge and release his cum as deep as he can inside me. My body wanting to slide him in and out keeping the orgasms rocking my senses for as long as I can.

His breathing quickens, and his thrusts become much more powerful and calculated. He is close to cumming and I want to help him empty his seed directly inside the walls of my pussy. Grinding in small circles now I try to cause as much contact between his cock and my clit. I need one more epic orgasm before he is finished.

He grunts deeply as his hips make their final thrust into me. I scream out in ecstasy as my body feels his cock pulsing with each shot of his orgasm. I suddenly feel the heat of his cum filling every crease inside my pussy.

I collapse down to his chest and release a sigh of contentment into his ear as I tell him how much I love him.

He is my human Hitachi wand. I have connected to him on a level where I am not as selfish as I had been with my Wand. I have replaced the machine with emotion and a bond that feeds my body and my soul.

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Many nights Chloe stayed awake thinking about her husband’s law firm partner, Aaron. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with her husband Evan- he was tall, handsome, fit, and hung like a horse. But she was bored. It was the same old, same old every time they fucked. He didn’t care if she got off. He was too busy too care. Too much paper work, too many clients, not enough time. He hadn’t licked her pussy in years, and it constantly throbbed for attention.

Just like every night, Evan pounded away until he came, then gave her a small kiss and jumped in the shower. And just like every night, as soon as she heard the shower door shut, Chloe went to work. She could just see Aaron’s gorgeous face, his spectacular deep brown eyes, and that amazing blonde hair. She longed to know how thick his cock was in comparison to Evan. She started rubbing and flicking her throbbing clit, which was plenty moist from Evan’s cum.

Chloe pictured Aaron’s body, fit but not too muscular. She could almost feel his strong hands grasping her tits while his dick pumped in and out of her swollen cunt. She tried to hold on as the thought and her fingers brought her almost to the brink.

She could here Evan rinsing his hair- she’s got time. She opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out her slender, fleshtone vibrator. With a flick of the switch it came humming to life. Chloe envisioned Aaron again while dipping the pulsating prick in and out of her soaking pussy. She gripped Evan’s pillow with one hand while the other controlled the vibrator. In and out, slow and steady, then frantic and fast as the orgasm built. She couldn’t hold on anymore, so she removed the vibrator from her pussy and held it to her wanting clit. Her body started convulsing as her orgasm swept over her body. She almost shouted “oh yes, Aaron!” until she remembered where she was.

Satisifed and spent, Chloe cleaned up her toy, put it away, and joined Evan for the rest of his shower.

***************

A few days later, Chloe got off work early and decided to join Evan at his office for lunch. He had a huge case coming to a close tomorrow, so he wouldn’t have time to go have lunch somewhere like he usually did. With his favorite deli sandwich in hand, she walked through the double doors of the enormous building she partially owned. The secretary stopped her as she reached the elevator.

“I’m sorry, Chloe, he had to go to trial. He took a protein bar and asked me to call you but I got side-tracked.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just leave it in his office and he can have it for dinner. He said he’d be working through the night, anyways,” Chloe responded. She headed into the elevator and up to the fourth floor.

As she was leaving Evan’s office, she turned and crashed right into Aaron, spilling her drink all over her thin t-shirt and his high-end suit.. A little gasp escaped her lips as her cheeks flushed and her cunt heated. Her nipples stood erect from the cold drink, and her shirt clung to her round, pert breasts. He stared and sniffed the air, as if he could smell how badly she wanted bursa escort to fuck him. “Oh god! Chloe! Are you okay? I’m so clumsy!”

His eyes pierced into hers. “Uh, yeah… I think… uh, I’m fine. Yeah, ” she stammered. Smooth…

“Come into my office. I have some towels in there that you can clean up with. I might have a spare t-shirt, too.”

She followed him like a sick puppy around the corner to his office, all the while watching his perfect ass and wishing she could dig her nails into it.

Aaron’s office smelled like cologne, cigars, and leather. How manly, Chloe thought to herself. He tossed her a small towel from across the room and she lightly pressed it to her soaking chest and stomach. She could see him staring from the corner of her eye, so she sexed up her drying procedure.

Aaron’s pants were becoming tight as his dick stood at attention for the gorgeous woman in front of him. He had longed to fuck his partner’s wife ever since he met her in college, when Evan and Chloe were just dating. He’d thought of tweaking her nipples, sucking and tongue-fucking her clit, and picking her up to thrust into her against a wall, and all f this just last night while he stroked himself to completion. She knew she was sexy, and she was teasing him. He tried not to stare, but damn he wanted her so badly!

Aaron walked over toward Chloe to the small drawer in his book shelf where he kept random extra clothes. It was amazing how many clients had spilled things during consultations.

He walked kind of awkward as he tried to hide his hard cock, and Chloe noticed it. She could tell he was just as large, if not bigger, than Evan. And she wanted to feel his full length in her twat, stretching her and filling her with his juices.

She brushed her hand across his pants “accidentally” as she tossed the damp towel onto the chair. Aaron gave her a plain, white tank top to change into. She turned around to be somewhat modest, removed her t-shirt, and pulled his delicious-smelling tank over her pretty pink bra.

When Chloe turned around, Aaron blushed. He could see the bra straight through the thin material. She looked down and shrugged. “I guess I’ll attract some attention on the way down to my car…” they both laughed.

“I wish I had something, uh, less revealing for you,” Aaron stuttered. He stepped closer to her, and slowly reached for her hip. She turned toward him, allowing him to grasp her belt loop and pull her to him.

Aaron leaned in to kiss her puckered lips. A small moan escaped Chloe’s lips as they kissed, and her pussy became immediately wet. Aaron was a fantastic kisser, licking and tugging her lips gently as he held her head one strong hand, and pulled her hips into crotch with his other. Chloe arched her back to force her hips and cunt into him, and they both moaned.

His fingers flew to her jeans’ button and zipper, swiftly undoing them and pushing them to the floor. He pushed her thin g-string to he side and began fondling her waiting clit. She bucked and moaned as he quickly brought her to orgasm. Chloe’s bursa escort bayan head was spinning, and before she could figure out what was happening, he had placed her in the chair where she’d flung the towel moments ago. He tore her panties off and spread her eager lips with two fingers.

Aaron rubbed his thumb into her clit until it hardened again. He could hear Chloe’s incoherent ramblings as her second orgasm built. His dick was throbbing so hard that he thought he might cum before he could even get his pants off. As Chloe moaned and pushed her sopping twat into his face, he slowly licked up and down her slit. She wiggled and bit her lip as he stuck two fingers deep into her warmth. He slowly thrust them in and out, then picked up speed and licked at her clit.

Chloe pulled Aaron’s hair and tried desperately to force his whole mouth onto her pussy. She had wanted this so long, and couldn’t hold out much longer. Aaron pushed his warm tongue into her slick hole and she lost it. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as she tried to hold back un-lady-like words, but a few escaped anyway.

His mouth filled with her sweet, sweet cream. The taste sent him over the edge as he came in his pants. He was satisfied and embarrassed all at once.

Chloe saw the wet spot forming on his pants and saw red. She undid his pants and yanked them down with his boxers in one fell swoop. His pricked bobbed as the material jostled it. She grabbed it in one hand and tried to fit his length into her mouth. He was at least 9 inches, a whole incher longer than Evan, but they were the same thickness, enough for her to get a good grip. She sucked and licked until his balls started to tighten, then she eased up. She could see the disapointment and excitement as she pulled away and pulled off the thin tank she had just put on.

Aaron didn’t think he could get any harder. How did this happen? Was his best friend’s wife REALLY sucking him off? Yes, she was. And she was fucking amazing.

Chloe removed her bra and released her beautiful tits. Her hard nipples were begging to be sucked… but not yet, she thought. She pushed them together into a glorious slit, and forced his slick cock between them. He shuddered with content as she held her tits together while he fucked them good. It wasn’t long before he was about to cum, and he started to pull away. Chloe pouted and pulled him to her again. He continued to fuck her tits until he felt his cum shoot out onto her chest and into her waiting mouth. She lapped it up like a kitten does milk.

Aaron wanted to fuck Chloe but didn’t think he could go again. He confessed this to her, and she agreed she was spent. They decided to set aside time for another trist the following day. Chloe put her bra and his tank back on, collected her wet shirt, and left. She met Evan as she was exiting the elevator, and had to explain how clumsy she is. He faked a laugh and said he was to busy to chat, but he’d be home around 8pm.

He walked in the front door at midnight. Chloe was already asleep, exhausted from her amazing day.

*************

Aaron escort bursa rearranged the pens and papers on his desk as he anxiously awaited Chloe. Finally his secretary announced her arrival, and she timidly came through the office door.

Chloe had every intention of leaving there un-fucked. She felt guilty about their time spent together yesterday, and despite how great it was, she WAS a married woman. To his best friend, no less. But when she saw that face and the bulge in his pants, she couldn’t resist.

Chloe clicked the lock and walked over to him. She removed her shirt and shorts to reveal a very sexy and extremely skimpy thong and demi-bra.

Aaron’s mouth watered and his dick throbbed. He stayed up literally all night thinking about this moment, and had spent hours trying to cold shower the thoughts away. This was his BEST FRIEND’S WIFE. It could put their law firm in jeopardy.

Oh well. Oh fucking well. He couldn’t say no to that soaking little g-string or that tight ass. He just couldn’t.

He undid his pants and pulled them down with his boxers. He sat back in his big, fancy office chair and pulled her on top of him.

Chloe straddled Aaron, but let the great length of his prick slide between her wet lips. He let her grind into him, pumping her hips back and forth slowly to moisten his dick. Her panties were dripping with her cum, and he could smell it. He wanted to suck her panties like some teenage virgin boy. She pulled them to the side and slowly slid onto his cock.

Aaron released a deep groan as Chloe bounced up and down. Her tits jiggled marvelously as she moved, one hand digging into his shoulder and the other pleasuring herself. He had never seen a woman touch herself. He had always felt it was his duty to bring a woman to orgasm, and had never been in the position for a woman to do it herself. He could tell Chloe knew what she was doing. He wondered if Evan was terrible, or if he was just too busy, but the thought quickly passed. He enjoyed the show as she began to cream all over him.

Chloe stuck her cum fingers into Aaron’s mouth, and he greedily sucked off her juices. He pushed her onto his previously cleared desk and began to really fuck her. He could feel her cunt tighten around his thick dick as she came to orgasm, and this sent him into his own hard cum. He continued fucking, it almost felt too good. The desk stayed steady as Aaron thrust in and out of Chloe.

Aaron braced himself with one hand on desk, then went to work on Chloe’s clit with the other hand. He flicked and rubbed it until it began to throb, then he fucked her until he thought he was going to pass out.

Chloe’s hardest orgasm ever hit her in waves. Her body clenched and tightened and pulsed with every thrust of Aaron’s prick. He felt fantastic. Her pussy sucked him in and he came quickly. His thick juices poured out of her onto his desk.

Chloe was exhausted. Her muscles were tight from so much cumming… that was a first. She and Aaron kissed passionately for a moment before cleaning up and going their separate ways.

They agreed not to make time to fuck, but if they happened to bump into each other when Evan was out of the office, they might get together. Lucky for them, Evan’s a busy guy and Chloe’s pretty clumsy.

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His Greatest Pleasure

He wrapped the bath towel around his waist as he stepped from the shower. She was still at the mirror, finalizing the care of her long silky auburn hair with a towel wrapped around herself, covering her beautiful ample body from my view. She turned to him, with a hint of a smile on her face. Her dark brown eyes, revealing something…perhaps a change in her manner. Quickly she turned and left the bathroom. They’ve been roommates for months, sharing as much as roommates could share; rent, food, and the use of the single bathroom in the small two-bedroom condo.

She’d been ramping up her exercise routine these past weeks and suffering the muscle pains toward her goal of burning off the stress of her new sales job. She would shower and lay upon her bed attempting to relax and await the inevitable muscle pains to come. Until this moment, he never realized how much he wanted to please her, make her feel relaxed, to help rid her of that new stress and frustration in her life. Knowing this, he reached into the vanity cabinet, gathered two small scented candles, a book of matches, and bottle of lavender massage oil. He walked slowly toward her darkened room, the door still ajar, and the dim lights setting a soft tone.

As he reached the door, he knocked softly on the door frame, “Hey Kel, mind if I come in for a minute?”

She lay there on her bed, still in her bath towel, resting after the shower. Her feeble attempt to rinse off another day of work stress and exercise. It seems it has not had the relaxing effect she has wanted, making her a bit more frustrated. She lifted her head and torso, resting upon her elbows, blinking trying to focus on the silhouette of a man in her doorway.

It was her roommate Brett. She always felt comfortable around him, sometimes too comfortable she thought. But he was always attentive and listened to her complaints of the new job, and supported her new found need to exercise after work. Even though it conflicted with the agreed upon bathroom schedule.

“Brett? Yeah, sure, sorry about grabbing the shower ahead of you again. I hope I didn’t use all the hot water this time. I just needed to clean off that sweaty feel on my skin after my workout and…”.

He stood there listening to her begin to ramble again, it was cute. He knew she didn’t have to apologize, he was happy she found an outlet for her stress. Sharing the bathroom was a bit of a turn on for him too, although he refused to entertain the idea, until today.

“No worries Kel. I get it, but that isn’t why I stopped by. I know you have been suffering with muscle pain after your workouts, so, I decided what you need is some calm and relaxing aromatherapy. I brought some scented candles for you. Don’t even try to object, you need to relax, and I am going to help you do just that” he told her in a rather strong-willed voice.

She lay there, listening to him, being so assertive. It was a change in his usual softened self. Surprisingly it was arousing her, she liked this new Brett too. He was not only being confident and forward but knew what she needed and was going to take care of her.

“Ahh..sure Brett,. Come on in, whatever you need to do is fine with me.”

Brett entered the room, placed the candles upon the bedside tables. He lit them and walked to the foot of the bed with the massage oil. He watched for a few moments as warm orange glow threw dancing shadows upon the walls. She lay there in her towel, eyes closed and breathing softly. The scent of the candles was now slowly wafting through the small room. He sat on the foot of her bed and squirted some oil into his hand.

“Ummm…What’s that you have there Brett?” she looked up and exclaimed hesitantly.

Brett looked at her in the dim light, smiled, and stated forcefully, “I’m going to massage your legs. You need this, and I am going bursa escort to do this. You can try to resist, but I promise you it will ease your muscle pain before it even starts. So, just lay there and try to relax, you are safe in my hands.”

Hearing this, she lay herself back down, her increasing arousal was beginning to show as her chest began to blush and was getting warm. She was glad the dim light could hide her arousal at this turn of events. She never expected him to take charge like this, however, she had fantasized about it a lot recently. His strong confident tone sent a wave of emotion through her that she didn’t expect but she welcomed it nonetheless. She closed her eyes again and tried to relax.

Brett rubbed his hands together to both spread and warm the oil. It made a subtle slapping sound, like the slapping of bare skin from a pair of lovers satisfying their sexual needs. How apropos it was since Brett desperately wanted to be making that sound with her…but not tonight. Tonight, it was about her pleasure, not his. If he pressed all the right buttons, she might consider returning the favor in the future, but he would not expect anything. He placed his warm oiled hands on her right ankle…she twitched at his initial touch.

“Relax Kel, you have to trust me here. Do you trust me, hmmm?”

Without any hesitation, she answered, “Yes Brett, I do trust you. Please continue, it does feel nice, really.”

He continued to rub her ankle, around to the heel of her foot, and up the soul. Slowly putting pressure on the sensitive areas, as he moved up to her toes. His hands wrapped around her toes, pressing and massaging with a steady and strong circular touch. She was torn between relaxation and sexual arousal. Not knowing which would win, it made her arousal even more prominent in her mind.

He squeezed each toe separately from small to large in order. Then he began sliding his index finger between the first two toes. In and out, the oil both lubricating and heating her fold, over and over. She felt her nipples harden at his touch, and a welling up of warmth and tingling spreading from between her legs as Brett was fingering between her toes. It was almost like he was fucking her, and in her mind at this moment, he was doing just that. She wanted him to do that for her, but she remained quiet, only the increased rate of her breathing would reveal her secret desires.

Brett now moved to the left foot, the one closer to his hip resting on the bed. He squirted another dab of oil in his hands. Rubbing them vigorously again making that sexual slapping noise. He repeated the foot rub routine on this foot, slipping his index finger between her toes, but faster, and more forceful this time. He held her foot still with his other hand, while he continued to finger her fold. He noticed that so far, she did not seem to object, in fact, she was obviously enjoying this as her breathing became deeper and more labored. It was time to get to her legs, so silky smooth, strong, and sexy.

He removed his hands from her foot, and squirted another dab of oil on them, rubbing it into his flesh. He wrapped both hands around her calf, just above her ankle. He slowly but forcefully massaged his way up to the lower edge of her bath towel. He lifted the edge of the towel from her leg and folded it up toward her thigh. Then continued his sensual massage up her leg reaching her knee. He could swear the smell of her sex was now drifting out from under the towel. It was a musky sweet scent and mixed with the scent of burning candles and oil began to arouse him as well.

She moved her leg, ever so slightly, rolling it outward to allow her to spread them a bit without much notice. It was an involuntary movement that reflected her increasing arousal and need for him to touch and take her if he wished. Her troubled mind was tossed in the back and strapped bursa escort bayan down for the night. Her body was now making the decisions. She realized she was feeling more relaxed, both physically and mentally. It was more refreshing than all the workouts she had done for weeks.

Brett slid his oiled and strong hands around her knee and to the back. With his thumbs gripping the sides of her fleshy leg, he pulled his hands slowly toward himself. He massaged his way, down her calf all the way back to her ankle. He relinquished his grip on her leg and got up on the bed and straddled her other leg with his legs. As he did this, the bath towel he had around his waist unfastened and dropped with a soft thud to the mattress, draping itself over her feet.

He was now totally nude and sporting one of the hardest and thickest erections he’s ever had. Looking at her face, he saw she still had her eyes closed and could not see his nude body over her. He fully knelt down and grabbed her lower thigh, his freshly shaved balls making skin-to-skin contact with her shin. It sent a shiver up his spine, to feel her soft skin touching his aching balls. What a sensation, he wanted more but had to refrain for tonight.

She felt him as he shifted at the foot of the bed, and his towel dropping onto her exposed feet. It was warm, and the thoughts in her mind were now imagining his naked body, embracing her leg. She felt his balls being placed on her shin, it was an exhilarating experience as she often imagined his nude body over the past few months. Even seeing a glancing peek once as he rushed from the shower to his bedroom. He seemed to be well groomed and endowed if her flash of memory was at all accurate. The thought of that flashing memory now repeatedly showing in her mind, over and over. She struggled to keep her eyes shut and not to spoil the fantasy replaying in her mind making her arousal even more obvious to her, but secretly hoping he would feel the same.

Brett massaged up her leg, making his way to her thigh and toward the burning hot spot between her legs. As he got higher, he pushed the towel up further exposing her pussy, shaved with a small landing strip of auburn hair pointing the way. As he massaged her upper thigh he reached that private spot, he slid his hand up along the side of her now dripping pussy lightly glistening in the candlelight. Her juices now became the lubricant replacing the oil on his hand. He felt her exposed pussy lips against his fingers, as he slid one finger up though the wet slit.

Juicy, hot and wet, she opened her legs a bit more to give him room to play with her. He can smell her arousal even more now…. musky, sweet, he loves the smell of her pussy. He took a deep breath with his nose to get more of that intoxicating scent into his lungs.

His strong hands feel so good on her soft silky skin. Her mind is a raging torrent of sexual thoughts. She feels him sliding his finger along her pussy. She opens her knees a bit more to give him both room and permission to continue. She wants him to continue, but he is in control now. She must follow his lead, and trust he is doing this for her and not looking for his own pleasure.

He shifts again to position himself between both of her outstretched knees. His hands now on each leg, he massages his way up her silky thighs, meeting in the middle, that hot and dripping spot. He slips a single finger between her parting pussy lips but does not yet penetrate her at all. Sliding it up and down, while his thumb begins to run circles around her engorged clit. She moaned in approval, making his cock twitch, the fat head glancing against her thigh, which triggered another moan from her heaving chest.

He slips a second finger against her parted lips and presses down toward the entrance to her body. His other hand above slowly rubbing circles around her mound. Both fingers enter escort bursa her slowly, as his thumb circles faster around her clit. Her juices are flowing more heavily now, and her hips have begun an involuntary humping against his top hand. His two fingers enter her hot tunnel, feeling the tight space open to accept his advance.

He speaks to her in a soft yet commanding voice, “Kel, I want you to let go of yourself, let me please you, let me help you remove all that meaningless stress. It’s just the two of us here now, in this moment, your pleasure is my only goal here.”

Her mouth opens and a gasp of both relief and pleasure escapes. Her eyes now close and her head tilts back as her chest heaves in deep sex filled breaths. She raises her hands to her heaving breasts and rubs them through the towel which is still wrapped around her, making her nipples pucker.

He moves his two fingers in and out of her wet pussy…gaining momentum in time with her breathing. Just as she begins to lift her hips to meet his thrusts, he presses his fingers deep into her pussy and curls the tips. With his fingertips, he begins searching for that spot, that elusive spot right behind her clit. His search has her moaning in sexual excitement trying to get him deeper. As he finds the spot, she lets out a yelp, that tells him he is there, he’s located her G-spot. He begins to move his two fingers in a “come here” movement, rubbing repeatedly on that special spot inside her.

As she lifts her hips in response, he closes his hand squeezing his thumb against her sensitive clit and his fingers on her internal G-spot. He continues to rub from both sides, getting faster and faster. She is now flooding his hand in her juices, the sounds of his finger fucking gets louder and more arousing with each thrust of his hand. Her first orgasm hits, making her hips buck. She involuntarily spreads her legs as wide as possible, her feet suspended in the air, toes pointing outward.

He lowers his face between her now fully spread legs, feeling the heat as his lips get closer to her sex. He extends his tongue to replace his thumb flicking on her clit. That makes her explode in another orgasm. This one bigger and longer than the first. He can taste her sweet juices splashing on his lips and face as he increases the fucking by his fingers. As he puts his lips to her clit and nibbles with his teeth, she screams out in ecstasy. Squirting more of her cum directly into his mouth. He slurps it up willingly, the taste unique to her and her alone.

She screams out, begging to him, “Yes, YES, fuck me Brett. Harder, please bite my clit …. ohhh, YES!!! Make me come again…please. I need to come again.”

Dropping her legs to the bed, she presses her feet firmly down on each side of his head. He fucks her pussy harder, pounding her with two, then three fingers. His work on her clit gets faster. Her hands now at her side, she raises her hips off the bed, and he keeps his pace and lip lock on her pussy. She begins to spasm and shake. Her towel comes loose, and she is now fully exposed to him.

The bed begins to shake, the aroma of her pussy has now filled the room and overwhelms the scent of the candles. Her head tilts back and eyes roll up into her head. Her mouth is open but, holding her breath, she cannot scream she is experiencing so much pleasure, more than she has ever known. Once, twice, a third time in rapid succession she bucks her hips with uncontrollable spasms and cums like never before. After the final hump of her hips, she drops them to the bed with a thump.

The sudden drop pulls Brett’s fingers and mouth from her satisfied pussy. Her eyes now closed, and a smile is upon her face. The bath towel lay on the bed drenched in sweat and her juices. She is in total relaxation, both mind and body. As her breathing is heavy, but slowing, she begins to drift off.

“I wanted you to relax, and I think I succeeded. You rest my dear, rest up, you deserve it.” Brett whispers as he gets up from the bed, and walks out the door quietly. Turning at the doorway to look back, he sees her asleep in her delight.

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“You didn’t attend the funeral.” Albert said, leaning in the doorway.

“I didn’t need to.” Ella answered. She’d been invited to her late husband’s parent’s house as a sad celebration to mark the anniversary of Harrison’s death. Ella had accepted their invitation more out of a need to see these kind folk than for any want of remembrance of Harrison himself. This was the first she’d stepped back into this house, the first that she’d actually talked to any of his relatives in the long year since his death.

“I went looking for you, hired a private detective even. Sophia Watson wouldn’t tell me where you lived, but she seemed to think you were doing all right.” Albert studied Ella’s face. In the last year she’d lost an extraordinary amount of weight. She didn’t look like the same distressed house wren that she’d been in the hospital. But she had sadness about her face that marked her new status as widow. And the black dress she wore screamed it to the world.

“Sophia Watson writes occasionally. And if I’m in the mood I write back. There’s a bit of irony here. I have a better relationship with Harrison’s mistress than I ever had with Harrison.”

Albert crossed the room in quick strides. He didn’t want to think about his brother’s widow as she was now. If he did so he’d only be aware of how the dress she wore clung to her like a second skin. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes – or his mind – from her perfect collarbones, how the bracelet she wore was loose around her wrist, or the muscled calves that peeked at him from beneath her long demure skirt. Albert found he very much wanted to think of Harrison’s Widow as she had been. He stopped abruptly; close to her…towering over her…and found he enjoyed the sensation. He felt wildly in control.

“I am sorry, so very sorry. I can’t believe – none of us can believe – that Harrison would have ever cheated on you!” Albert began.

Ella lifted her chin. “Really, do you think he wanted to sleep with someone as large as I am – was – when he could have someone half my size?” Ella demanded, both amused and offended.

Shock rippled through Albert, loosening his tongue. “I admit you’ve lost weight. But you’re not too large now. You’re perfect.” Ella’s disbelieving snort propelled him into action. Grasping her wrist he pulled her into the bathroom. “Just stand here and see what I see.” He said. Albert was aware that some crazy spirit had a hold of him.

“What do you see?” Ella blinked at her reflection. Goodness! Was that low smoky voice coming from her throat? Before bursa escort she could quite get her mind around the thought Albert trailed his fingers over her collarbones.

“Beautiful.” He whispered. Then, when she would have turned away from the image. “No. Stand still and look.”

“Oh!” Ella exclaimed when Albert’s palm smoothed down the side of her breast to rest over her belly. It was a large hand, masculine. In the mirror she looked tiny against his spread blunt fingers…Her eyes snapped to his. Had he seen her reaction?

“What’s the matter, Bella?” Albert slid his hand up to tease one of the turgid points that made her awareness of him clear. His gaze met her wide-eyed look in the mirror. “You’re paying me the highest compliment.”

“I-I must go.” Ella barely got out. But she couldn’t move. Albert’s body seemed to block all venues of escape. She backed up the half step of space he’d allowed her — and found her back pressed against the hard muscles of Albert’s body. His thighs flexed against the back of her thighs, sending a rush of emotions through her.

Ella thought of the steamy romance books she read. The sex scenes often disturbed her. Ella followed them — to a point. It just seemed that the moment the leading man slid between his partner’s legs that all writings on the subject lost touch with reality. After all, she’d had a husband between her legs. It wasn’t sensuous at all.

But then Albert’s thighs flexed again. Ella gasped. At once she was aware of the heat pooling between her legs.

“Bella.” Albert whispered, his reflection in the mirror showing keen interest. “I wonder if you realize what you look like, what you’re doing.”

“W-what?” Ella asked. She forced herself to keep her eyes on him.

Albert’s gaze didn’t leave hers even as he lowered his mouth to the curve of her ear. Reaching over he closed the bathroom door and locked it. That he didn’t have to move away from Ella’s delectable and reactive body was a testimony to his size. “Turn around Bella.” He whispered.

“I can’t.” Ella answered even as she did. No longer did the thick muscles of Albert’s thighs press against the back of her legs. Now they pressed against the front of her legs. She inhaled sharply when Albert shifted, sliding his knee between her legs and bringing her skirt up with it.

“This is nice.” Albert skimmed his knuckles over the curve of her neck. “I like this look. Very school ma’am style. It’s one of my favorite fantasies.”

“Albert…we shouldn’t.” Ella fought to get the words out. bursa escort bayan How could she reasonably say they shouldn’t when she widened her stance? At once Albert took advantage of her compliance. His hand slid under the gathered folds of her skirt.

“My gods!” He gasped into her ear. “You’re so damn wet! How can I back away from this?” He slid his fingers under the band of her panties, searching through the moist folds for the tiny pearl of pleasure. He knew the moment he found it for Ella’s hands tightened on his arms even as her head fell back. The demure neckline of her dress revealed the curve of one breast. “What do you want me to do?” Albert asked, silently pleading for her to beg him to take her.

Ella lifted her head. Albert’s eyes had turned from light green to a deep stormy jungle color. He was controlled against her, supporting her against the basin even as he coaxed each sigh and gasp that flowed from her throat. “Tear them.” She commanded, too far caught up in the dance of his fingers around her nub to be shocked.

“Tear them? Are you sure?” But he was already moving, lifting her to set her on the edge of the bathroom counter. Her knees trembled on either side of his hips. Albert pushed her skirt up, revealing the lacy black panties shielding her heat from his gaze. “No more, understand?”

She nodded. What else could she do? On the verge of something she’d never experienced before Ella only nodded. “No more panties?” She asked.

“No more black. You’re not mourning him anymore. I want white or pink or — god help me — red. But no damn black.” At Ella’s wide-eyed agreement he hooked fingers on either side of the leg of her panties and yanked. The Panties weren’t destroyed — exactly. There was now a thoroughly accommodating gap right where he wanted to be. “My beautiful Ella Bella.” He whispered, leaning forward to kiss her even as his fingers invaded through that gap. “I can’t wait.”

Ella didn’t understand his last words until he’d yanked his zipper down. Blunt heat pressed against her wet center. “It won’t fit!” She gasped.

“We’ll go slow.” Albert promised, not certain he could. And by gods the wet heat between her legs was tight. He pressed forward, gritting his teeth together. And moved not even a damn full inch into her. “Sweetheart, Bella…” He whispered, realizing at once that he’d not gain entrance at this moment — nor would he be able to easily remove what little of himself he’d wedged within her.

“Albert?” She whispered shyly, daring to reach down between their escort bursa bodies. “Touch me here, I liked that.”

“Show me.” Albert leaned back to give her room. “Touch me.” His fingers twinned around hers and pulled her hand to his staff. But his Ella was full of surprises. Her fingers wrapped just beneath the crown of his member. And she flicked her thumb out to rub at the base of her nubbin.

Ella’s head fell back. Often, when Harrison had finished with her, she’d had to satisfy herself. Never before had she shown anyone her preference. She found it stimulating and — despite Albert’s harshly indrawn breath — pushed herself further onto the enormous blunt head. Theoretically she was wet enough he should have been able to slide right in…but realistically Harrison had been very small in length and girth and had never done more than cause a minute sensation down there.

“Bella — sweetheart — don’t move. You’ll break me.” Albert whispered, kissing her chin, her throat, and nuzzling the curves the top of her dress allowed him to reach. But Ella wasn’t done with him yet and wrapped her fingers just beneath his crown again. She wiggled about, lifting her hips. With the erotic slide of her fingers over his most sensitive parts he found himself straining towards climax.

Albert’s fingers sought and caught the slippery plump pearl between her legs. It was engorged now and so sensitive that Ella bucked at his touch, impaling herself just a little further onto him. Her fingers clutched around the base of his head, nails digging in and triggering a rush of heat from his belly. Albert sought Ella’s mouth, swallowing her cries as her snug wet body convulsed on the throbbing head of his prick. Her explosion triggered his and at once he felt the coiling heat shoot from his belly.

Their separation was gradual. Albert’s prick deflated enough to fall free from her. Ella clutched his hand, gently extracting his fingers from her nubbin. Albert stepped back, tucked himself inside his pants and zipped up while Ella dabbed a tissue through the gaping hole in her panties. The tissue landed in the trash, that most intimate of cleanup complete. Than she lowered her legs from the counter and stood up, unsteady in a freshly fucked way. Albert looked into the mirror, straightening his shirt where she’d grabbed him.

“No!” He said sharply and at once at the sight of Ella pulling the torn panties off. At her stunned look he caught her chin. “You’ll wear them tonight. I want to look at you over soup and potatoes or whatever we’re having and know that you’ve still got them on. Understand?”

Ella nodded. “Yes.” She whispered. Albert’s swift kiss was more commanding than Harrison’s had ever been.

“That’s my girl.” Albert said, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

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Glen enjoyed hiking, a lot. Maybe that’s why he was smiling broadly when he first saw her. Or it could have been the way her body fit into her shorts and t-shirt as she climbed up the trail. Or it might have been that he knew if she was winded on this relatively flat stretch of the trail, the climb she faced around the next bend was going to be brutal. Whatever the reason, Glen smiled broadly as he passed her on the trail.

Lyn watched him pass and admired his muscular legs and great smile. He was obviously a serious hiker from the way he moved, his well worn hiking boots and clothing, and especially the huge pack on his back that seemed to contain enough gear for an extended stay. She glanced at her own water bottle and energy bar and briefly wondered if she was traveling too light. She dismissed the thought as she went back to admiring the bright sunny day on a mountain trail.

As she rounded the next bend, Lyn gasped at the trail ahead. It seemed to have taken a turn straight up the mountain. It was steep and rocky but dry so she felt she could handle it. Nearly an hour later she reached the top. The view from the top of the mountain was well worth the limb. She stood for a long while catching her breath and gazing at the mountain range laid out before her as she munched on her energy bar.

She followed the signs to the camping picnic area she had wanted to visit. It was less than two miles away now; she hoped they were a little flatter than the last. As it turned out, the two miles were steep and increasingly difficult to climb. It was filled with many switchbacks and steep rocky climbs.

To make it worse as she neared the top of what she hoped was the last climb the wind picked up. Soon she found herself buffeted by high winds and a temperature drop that chilled her in spite of her exertion. She looked up and saw the clouds rolling in at a high rate of speed and realized she was likely to get wet if she could not locate some cover soon.

As she made it to the crest of the latest climb she saw the camp area down the mountain and into the middle of a meadow. She smiled with relief as her goal was in site. But soon the wind brought cold rain. With the rain the trail became more and more slick and treacherous. As she neared the bottom of the trail that emptied into the meadow she stepped on a rock slick with rain and her ankle turned beneath her.

Pain shot through her leg as her ankle folded sideways and she fell. She scraped her bare knee in the fall. She was soon covered in mud as she struggled to stand back up on one leg. Standing on one leg, pain shooting through her body, wet and covered with mud she began to cry.

As she cried she began to realize that she was genuinely in trouble. The rain was turning to ice, she was cold, wet, unable to walk and had no supplies or shelter of any kind. To make matters worse, her clothes were soaked and she was caked with blood and mud. All of this made her cry all the harder.

Glen heard something in the wind and peaked out of his tent to see what it was. He saw a shape in the distance. It looked like bursa escort a person and while he really did not want to go out into the cold rain now turning to ice, he could not help feeling like there was someone out there who needed help. He pulled on his poncho, grabbed his first aid kit (just in case) and went out into the storm.

As he went around the bend in the trail towards the mountain he could hear the crying and knew at once someone was in trouble. Then he saw her, drenched, shivering and covered in mud and blood standing on one leg and crying. He immediately ran to her and remembering all the first aid training, he assessed her injuries. As it turned out, the blood was mostly from scrapes and nothing too serious. Her ankle was the worst part. It was swollen and already turning black and blue.

Lyn could not keep from crying even though she felt relief at having someone rescue her from her situation. The pain and helplessness continued to overwhelm her; it would just have to run its course.

In the meantime Glen talked to her, told her she was going to be ok and told her to lean on him. With Glen half carrying her, they made it back to his tent. It was a one person backpack tent that required some effort before they were both comfortably inside out of the wind and rain (now turning to snow).

Glen was able to use his sweatshirt to help Lyn clean most of the mud and blood off her. He bandaged her scrapes, wrapped her ankle and gave her his poncho to try and warm up. Soon she began to shiver in her soaked clothes. Glen convinced her to take off her clothes and climb into his sleeping bag to warm up. They sat in silence as the wind continued to howl and the snow covered the tent.

Lyn began to feel human again. She was warm enough and though her ankle hurt, the pain was more of an ache. She caught herself looking at Glen with extreme gratitude. She began to realize that without his help she could have died out there. She said “Thank You” breaking the silence. Glen just shook his head dismissing his effort. They began to chat about themselves and passed the time.

Glen was acutely aware that he was talking to a naked women who was in his sleeping bag but tried not to think about it. Every time he failed and the thought crossed his mind, he would become aroused.

They talked for a long time as the wind howled around them. All the while the temperature inside the tent dropped. Soon, Glen found himself shivering in the cold. He wrapped the poncho around him but it provided little relief.

Lyn saw him shiver and felt bad that she was so warm now and he was obviously cold. The little tent and supplies did not offer any other option except one. She blushed as she realized what the only solution was: she would need to share the sleeping bag with him. She shuddered as she realized there was barely room for one; two people would be very snug.

Lyn spent the next few minutes explaining her plan to Glen. As he became more and more embarrassed (and aroused) by the prospect. But sitting there shivering with a full blown Spring storm around bursa escort bayan them he realized he had little choice. Still her argument for why he needed to take off his clothes (to avoid scratching here with the buttons on his shorts) seemed a little weak. Still, “who was he to argue with a naked woman?” he wondered.

Sliding into a one person’s sleeping bag that already contained one person proved to be a chore. He was intensely aware of her curves each inch he slithered down her body. By the time he had finally reached the bottom of the sleeping bag with his feet he was hard as he had ever been before. His cock lay firmly between her cheeks and pressed against him in an almost uncomfortable position. He could barely keep his breathing in control from his arousal.

For Lyn’s part, she was equally aware of the feeling of his arousal pressed against her. She was finding it difficult to think of anything else but the desire to have him inside her. In spite of her efforts to control her yearning she found herself reaching back and stroking him. As she stroked it, she maneuvered his cock between her legs to lay across her wet lips. Now the length of it made it stick out in front where she could easily play with the tip.

This little game did not last long as both of them began to pant with desire. Lyn broke the silence “Please” was all she said as she squirmed upwards and pressed his cock back between her legs towards her opening now wet with her desire. Sensing her plan, Glen slid down just enough to get the angle right and slid slowly inside her.

The both moaned in pleasure as he filled her. The sensation of her heat surrounding him was almost too much to bear. Lyn reveled in the feeling of his hardness filling her as she squirmed on him trying to get a little more inside her. Inside the confines of the sleeping bag they could not get much movement. But with some minimal effort they could slide perhaps and inch in and out from deep inside her to only an inch out was enough to bring them both close to climax with each little movement. The small movements kept them from spending too quickly while the passion built. Their position made it perfect for Glen to reach around and fondle her now erect nipple. He squeezed and teased them as they became the size of a marker cap and almost as hard. He longed to take them into his mouth but for now was satisfied to tweak them as they rocked back and forth building their passion.

All too soon their rocking produced that feeling building inside him. He knew that he did not have much longer. He whispered a warning in her ear. She responded by rocking all the harder and whispered back “me too”. As it turned out he felt her contractions begin to clamp down on his cock. She began to rock harder and moaned loudly as wave after wave of her orgasm clamped inside milking his cock. That was enough for Glen as his cock began to throb and he filled her with his hot cum. Jet after jet filled her as she milked it from him until they both collapsed in pleasure.

The nestled together until he deflated enough to slip from inside her. escort bursa He kissed her on the neck and slipped off to sleep.

Glen awoke about an hour or so and felt himself become aroused by the feeling of Lyn’s lucious body touching his. Before he realized it he was gently rubbing himself between her legs; his cock stroking her still wet lips. He was not aware she was awake until she touched the tip of her cock with her fingers. She massaged it until he was once again throbbing with erection then she slid it beck to her opening as before and her entered her.

Once again they rocked together until Lyn started to squeeze him tightly in her orgasm. This time he was able to hold on and keep rocking until at last her spasm subsided. She began to rock all the harder urging him to cum but all too soon her own orgasm rose again. She reached between her legs and stroked his balls as she once again began to cum squeezing his cock in side her. The combination was too much and he began to explode inside her. They both moaned loudly and collapsed once again falling back to sleep almost immediately.

Dawn broke and filled the tent with the warmth of sunlight. Glen woke first sweating from the heat of their bodies in the down sleeping bag. He unzipped it to get some air and caught his first look of Lyn’s nude body. Her breasts were beautiful and perfect to his eyes. But the shaved mound between her legs with bare lips just visible nearly drove him wild with desire.

He began to kiss and lick her body starting at her neck and working down to take her huge nipples fully into his mouth. He licked and teased them into erection and was rewarded by her moans of pleasure. First one nipple then the other pulled deep into his mouth and teased with his talented tongue only to be released and have the cool air hit it. Son they were both as hard as they had ever been.

Then he left her breasts and began to kiss down her stomach and reached the tops of her thighs. Unable to contain himself, he slid his tongue between her thighs to taste her for the first time. He sucked and stroked her lips reveling in the taste of her. Each lick brought him and her pleasure. Soon though he felt her pull at his rapidly rising cock and take it into her mouth. The contest of wills began. Each time he would lick her to such pleasure that she would forget what she was doing then she would return to sucking him until he forgot to lick her. They teased each other back and forth as their passions built. She was the first to cum but she sucked so hard at the explosion inside her that she forced him to cum the same time. He filled her mouth with his hot cum and she swallowed it eagerly. Spent again they collapsed on top of each other.

As they napped, naked and entwined a loud noise was heard outside the tent.

“Glen, you OK dude?” was all they heard before the ranger unzipped the tent and poked his head inside.

“I guess you are…he grinned as he blushed bright red and withdrew his head.

They frantically got dressed as Glen explained they would need some assistance getting Lyn back to the trailhead.

“You sprained her ankle?” the ranger/friend asked incredulously as Lynn giggled still inside the tent.

She was sure Ranger Glen would never live this one down, and she would never forget it herself.

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] 01 –

I knew the perfect place. About seventy miles west of the city there was a farming and ranching community I’d discovered as a Boy Scout. It was a little town called Wessel, pronounced “vessel”, since the name came from a German city near the Rhein River. It really wasn’t much of a town, just the intersection of two Texas farm-to-market roads. Wessel had a convenience store with a few tables where a local could cool off with a Shiner Beer, a sleepy post office, and an ancient church with a cemetery and community center where once a month they held dances.

The area was dotted with fields of sorghum and corn and small ranches that ran a few dozen cattle. It was gently rolling country with frequent outcroppings of sandstone. Oak, pecan, and cedars grew in isolated islands among the green pastures and dark tilled earth. Most of the settlers to the area had been Germans and Czechs, migrating from Middle Europe in the 1870s, sprinkled in with Hispanics and blacks.

When we had a wet spring, the land was filled with wildflowers and would make a great backdrop for my photographs. Well, March had been wetter than usual. I looked on-line at a web site that charted wildflower blooming and saw that, as I hoped, Wessel would be in peak coloration during my spring break.

I got all my gear together the night before. I also had a bag of accessories. My last item was my grandfather’s old .22 pistol. I didn’t expect to run into any snakes, but it’s always possible. Mom selected some outfits. I didn’t know what she chose, feeling that there would be more spontaneity in my photographs this way. She also prepared a picnic basket so we were able to get an early start Saturday morning.

It was a pleasant drive out the interstate. The weather was beautiful, bright sunshine with mild temperatures. Traffic was light. We made good time. By 10:00 we were in Wessel.

“Where to?” mom asked as we sat at the intersection.

“Six of one, half a dozen of the other.”

“My son, the leader.” She turned left.

The road wound through gentle hills. It was a good road, well maintained with wide shoulders for the passage of farm equipment. I would have loved to drive it in a Camaro or Mustang convertible. Or a big motorcycle. Despite the soft springing of the family SUV, mom was even getting a thrill from throwing the vehicle around the curves, surging up the hills, diving into the small valleys.

Once we passed under a railroad overpass on which someone had spray painted a notice: ‘Welcome to Hooterville.’ I laughed at that and pointed it out to mom.

She said, “I didn’t notice that, but did you see the highway sign for the overpass that said ‘Watch out for water under bridge?’

“That’s even better.”

The road continued its sinuous ways. Mom was admiring the view while I was looking for the right photogenic spot.

“Whoa!” mom cried suddenly as we topped an incline. She braked quickly. The terrain had opened up before us, exposing a green swath of land that stretched from north to south. From our height, we could see for miles. Everywhere was the green with splotches of dark bluebonnets and small areas of bright Indian paintbrushes. These were about bloomed out, but ranged from orange to deep crimson. Stands of oak were darker. Black angus, beige longhorns, and red Herefords dotted the pastures.

“There to the right,” I pointed. The flowers in that direction were thickest. A cattle tank, a bulldozed pond of water, glinted blue. Also, among a stand of tall pecan trees, there was an old barn faded by decades of weather and sun. “That looks perfect.”

“I think you’re right.”

Mom followed the road till we got to a track leading across the pasture. It was protected by a cattleguard that rattled as we rode over it. On the fence post at the guard was a metal sign, only mildly perforated by bullet holes, saying that the property owner was a member of the Texas Cattleman’s Association. There was a sign forbidding trespassing that mom ignored. It’s an old Texas custom that if a rancher didn’t want picnickers using his property, he put up a gate: gates are for people, cattleguards are livestock.

Mom took the track, driving slowly. Except for one well hung bull, the cattle we passed barely paid us any attention. They were healthy looking bovines with several calves sticking close to their mamas.

Before we got to the barn, we saw a two wheel path going off to the left. It didn’t go far, but stopped a copse of trees. I asked mom to drive that way. She swung off the track and drove thirty yards or so. That brought us to the trees. Among them was the remains of a house. It was partially overgrown, but still showed a couple of stone walls and a hearth with chimney.

“Let’s start here.”

“All right,” mom agreed. She stopped the vehicle and got out. I went around the back of the SUV and opened the tailgate. I pulled our bundles out and hefted the camera bag over my shoulder.

“I’m going to get some shots while you decide what you want to wear.”

“OK. bursa escort I have just the thing. No peeking while I change.”

“Yep.” I headed off to the ruins. The walls, what remained of them, were slabs of sandstone. The floor was of the same material. The fireplace was brick. Any roof had long ago rotted away. The building was maybe twenty feet square. If it had been subdivided into rooms, the interior walls had gone the way of the roof. It was surrounded by low scrub and cacti.

On the ground I found a long sturdy oak tree branch. I set down my camera bag, took out my pistol, and checked the bore after locking back the slide. Seeing that there were no obstructions, I dropped the slide on the loaded magazine, chambering the top cartridge, and pressed up the safety. Pistol in one hand, branch in the other, I thrashed about the scrub to drive away any snakes. After circling the building, I holstered the Colt pistol and set aside the stick.

I had two camera bodies, one a digital SLR and an older Pentax 35 mm single lens reflex, along with 5 lenses ranging from a 28×85 zoom to a fixed length 300 mm telephoto lens. The 35 mm camera was definitely old school, but I still like using it. Print film, for me, was simply fun to work with. I started with it and a moderately wide angle lens to get some perspective shots of the old ruins. Then I used the small zoom to get some shots of a few of the cacti that were in bloom,

By that time, my mother had changed out of her blouse and jeans into her first outfit. It was a simple plain yellow sundress with matching sandals. The dress had ruffled sleeves. a scoop neckline, and a full skirt. She carried a yellow bonnet and a white parasol that I’d brought along.

“Nice,” I said, complimenting her. “Just watch where you step. This is prickly darn country.”

“Oh, I don’t mind a little prick now and then.”

I saw my mom blush as she suddenly realized the double entendre. I was a little surprised by her comment. My mother’s not one to make even unthinking jokes about pricks. I guess I should tell you about her. She’s a little over medium height, maybe 5-7. She probably weighs around 140 pounds. Maybe that’s a bit much by magazine model standards, but, after all, she’s nearly 45. She’s got frosted hair that she wears short. Her eyes are dark brown. She’s got laugh lines at their edges and she laughs a lot. She photographs well.

That’s why we were there that morning. I was having a one man show at school and she was my last project for the show.

I got an old blanket out of the SUV and placed it on a section of wall that was waist high. This section was in sunlight. I had my mother sit on the blanket to protect her dress from dirt. I posed her with the parasol over one shoulder. I started shooting her from several angles, using both cameras and lenses of various focal lengths.

Thirty minutes later I was done.

“Ready for a break?”

“For sure.”

We walked back to the SUV and I cracked open some soft drinks. We sat on the tailgate, listening to the songbirds and making small talk.

“OK, what’s next?”

I looked at the sky. The sun was gone, hidden by clouds. I mentioned that fact to my mother, adding that the conditions were just right for some pictures of her and the flowers. Filtered sunlight meant I wouldn’t need to use any reflectors or fill in flash.

“OK. I want to wear this dress to start.”

“Fine.” I looked around. To get a better view, I stood on the tallest of the remaining stone walls. “There’s a nice patch about fifty yards that way. I want to set up over there and have you walk towards me. Then we can do some tight shots of you and the flowers.”

“That sounds good. Wave when you’re ready.”

] 02 –

The spot I’d chosen was about midway between the ruins of the house and the barn. I positioned myself on the far edge of the flowers and waved that I was set.

Mom started her approach. Maybe she didn’t have any formal modeling experience, but she had a natural talent. As she walked towards me, mom varied her pace, would stop sometimes to twirl on her toes, or bend down to pick a flower. She opened and closed the parasol, carried over this shoulder or that, even ran across my field of view. I took lots of pictures of her, having her stop once while I put the longest lens on the 35 mm. That long a lens give a great depth of field at small apertures while also foreshortening the subject. I wanted just those effects before she got too close to take advantage of them.

Finally, she reached me. I took pictures of her kneeling, sitting, and even lying in the flowers. I used my shortest lens on its macro setting to take some extreme close-ups.

I gave mom a break while I reloaded the film pack on the 35 mm body. I also put a fresh flash card in the digital camera. I discovered years ago that it was better to remove a partially filled card rather than run the risk of filling it up just when you had a chance to take a perfect picture.

“Break over.”

“OK.” bursa escort bayan Mom got to her feet. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. As she tossed aside the yellow dress, I saw that underneath it, she had worn a white polo shirt and shorts. “Will this work?”

“Great! You missed your true calling, mom.”

“I hardly think that.”

I started posing mom for another set of pictures. Mostly I duplicated the poses I’d shot earlier. The different costume presented a different aspect from the sundress.

While busily taking my photographs, I didn’t notice that the sky darkened. What had been tall fluffy towers of white became dark and threatening. They came from the west, building. When I finally noticed them, they were overhead. Lightning was spitting from cloud to cloud and occasionally darting to the ground. Thunder rumbled.

Of course, my mother noticed them too. “I think we’d better head for the vehicle.”

“I agree.” I helped her to her feet. That’s when I noticed a solid wall of rain coming across the pasture towards us. Lightning grew in strength. The sound of its passage deepened. I could smell the ozone in the air.

The rain hit us before we had even left our places.

Trying to cover up my camera as best I could, I shouted at mom, “The barn’s closer.”

She turned towards it and began her sprint. My pace, with my arms wrapped around my chest to try to keep the cameras dry, was slower. Mom outdistanced me easily. In fact, she had a great running form. Her arms worked up and down in time to her legs. She put a lot of distance between me and her in short order. I saw her disappear into the barn.

I joined her some seconds later. Needless to say, I was soaked to the skin. Mom was in no better shape.

The barn was a low structure, twice as long as wide, with large doors at both ends. The floor was hard packed dirt. In the middle of the barn was a fairly new John Deere tractor and a hay wagon. Against one wall was a large gasoline tank and a hand pump. Bales of hay were stacked to one side and reached most of the way to the ceiling. Otherwise it was empty.

“Is your stuff OK?” The heavy rain pounded on the sheet metal roof, almost drowning out my mother’s question.

I unslung the cameras and bag and set them on the low bed of the trailer. I had a scrap of cotton cloth in the bag. I wiped down the camera bodies. They seemed OK.

“I think so.”

“Did you close up the Chevy before we left it?”

“I couldn’t remember whether or not I’d put up the tailgate and told her so.

She went to stand at the wide door. “If you didn’t, everything will be soaked. It’s really coming down.”

I went to stand beside her. The clouds were less dark, but the amount of water and lightning they were unleashing hadn’t diminished.

“Well, we can’t do anything about it,” Mom said in her practical way. “You wanted to get some pictures in here, I’m sure, so we might as well go ahead.”

That’s when I noticed her. Mom was as soaked as I was. Instead of a shirt and jeans like me, however, she was wearing that white shorts outfit. It was plastered to her body. The soaking had made the garments transparent. Through her shirt, her white lace bra was visible and underneath them both her small dark nipples showed. Her shorts were also see through. Her panties matched her brassiere. I could see the dark smudge of her pubic patch.

“Where do you want to start?”

It was obvious my mother didn’t realize how she looked. And there was no way I could tell her. Instead, I asked her to stand at the far door where there was a bit more light. I could start with some silhouettes.

As she walked away from me, I received another shock. During her dash to the cover of the barn, her shorts had snuggled up to her bum. Her ass cheeks were exposed. My eyes drank in their roundness.

The pictures I took were good enough, I suppose. I didn’t spend much time thinking about art as I focused and tripped the shutter. I was thinking about how sexy mom looked.

I remembered the time I discovered that my mother had a sexual side to her personality. She and dad had gone out to the country club for a party. When they returned, I could tell they’d been drinking. As mom turned away from me, I saw that her dress had been unzipped. Her backside was bare, exposed almost to the crack of her ass. As she went upstairs, her hips twitched. Dad grinned at me, licked his lips, and followed.

Mom had dropped her wrap and purse on the carpet. I went to get them, thinking that I should put them away. Thinking about her smooth white skin, I dropped her purse also. Cosmetics spilled out. I picked them up and started to stuff them back. That’s when I discovered her red bra and panties. I looked at them. Her panties were damp. I sniffed them. For the first time, the scent of a woman struck me. I laid on the couch, pressed the crotch of her panties tightly to my face. I thought about the look that had been on my father’s face. I took out my cock and stroked escort bursa myself as I pictured them in bed.

After that, I became incensed with her panties. When I could, I stole them from the dirty clothes hamper in the master bathroom. I went through her drawers to catalog her wardrobe. She had dozens of pairs of matching bras and panties. Garter belts. Camisoles and teddies. In the closet hung sheer negligees.

When I could, I listened to my parents fuck.

Back then, dad was junior at his job and had to travel a lot. He averaged two weeks out of the month on the road. When he got back home, they always had a long and loud fuck session.

I hacked into mom’s e-mail account. I found countless messages to dad. Most were obscene. She described what she was going to wear to bed that. What she was going to do to her body. What she wanted him to do. What she expected when he got home. I discovered pictures that she sent him on his travels. Clothed. Semi-nude. Naked. Using dildos. Fruit. Wine bottles. In her mouth. Up her cunt. Inside her asshole. Attaching nipple clamps to her boobs. Strapping a butterfly vibrator against her cunt. Wearing them under the clothes she wore to work.

She told dad how she had cum at her job, thinking about his cock fucking her. How she imagined he had come by on his lunch hour and she locked the door to her office while he fucked her on her desk. How he had stuffed her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet as he pounded her.

And I read my father’s responses to her. Saw the pictures he took of himself as he worked his cock and hosed all over himself in some motel room. How badly he wanted to fuck her, to rape her cunt and her ass, make her choke on his cock as he shot massive wads down her throat, filling her belly with cum. Bend her over the dining room table and fuck her raw. Fuck her so hard that she could barely stand and it hurt to walk when her worn cunt lips abraded against each other.

All this from my prim and proper mother who I’d never even heard swear. Never heard her utter a “damn” or “hell.” Writing using the filthiest language in existence.

I took her picture as the rain came down on the roof above us. I drank in the sight of her. The woman I jerked off to as a teen was now in front of me, almost as bare as she’d been in those selfies. Close enough to touch. Close enough almost to smell.

“What’s wrong, Drake?” mom asked, breaking into the fog that filled my mind.

“Huh? Wrong?”

“You don’t seem to be concentrating on what – Oh, my God!” Mom put one hand to her mouth. The other pointed at me. I noticed for the first time that I had a boner like I’d never had before. “What’s wrong with you?”

I turned away from her, embarrassed. I didn’t know what to say.

“Is this what I can expect from you? Just from taking pictures of me? Answer me!”

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

“You should be. I had no idea that you were this sick. Just because I pose for you, that’s no reason -” Her tirade stopped in mid-sentence. She finally noticed how she appeared, the wet clothes sticking to her body. Exposing her. It was her turn to be embarrassed and face away from me.

That didn’t help my erection at all, since her ass looked as sexy as her tits and cunt.

She reached up. I could tell she was pulling the wet fabric from her body.

I set aside my cameras. “Mom?”

“Don’t say a word. Don’t try to apologize. There’s nothing you can say or do that will help.” Her words had lost much of their anger.

“I was just going to say that I can’t help reacting to you. It’s normal for a guy to react to a good looking woman.”

“Not when she’s your mother.”

“Mom…” I wanted to cry. Can you believe it, a twenty year old guy wanting to cry just because he gets a boner. Absurd.

She must have sensed the turmoil in my voice. Mom turned around to look at me. She gave me a sad smile.

“I guess I really can’t blame you. Like you say, it’s biology. I just had no idea I was so, so exposed.”

“Well, kinda.” I was able to smile a little, too.

“Does it excite you to take pictures of me.”

I shook my head. “No, mom. It’s just, wet, well, you look so sexy.”

Again she pulled her wet shirt. Maybe it helped a little, but I didn’t think there was much difference.

“I guess I’m showing some tittie.”

“And camel toe. And you should see your ass.” What had I just said?!?

Mom twisted to look at her bum, but couldn’t see her cheeks hanging out, of course. She reached behind with both hands, ran her thumbs under the legs of her shorts, and pulled the taut fabric down.

“And did you say ‘camel toe’?”

“Uh, yeah. I guess I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I think it’s better to be honest. It looks like I really affected you.”

I glanced down at my groin. “Yeah. You sure do.”

“Am I still affecting you?’

“You know you are, mom.” There was something in her voice that made me look more closely at her. She was still backlit by the dim light from the open barn door., so I couldn’t see many facial details.

I looked at her while the rain drummed around us.

My heart in my throat, I ran my hand across the hard cock that pressed against my jeans. I cupped it.. Rubbed it.

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All characters over the age of eighteen.

*****

The rain came down in a torrent, lightning filled the night sky and thunder rumbled the old house. Elizabeth Dearborn was in a tizzy and couldn’t sleep, her mind was racing in fear and her body was so tense, she couldn’t relax. It didn’t help that her husband was away on business for the week, four days since she’d had any release except for her toys, but they were not a real substitute for a man.

As thoughts of being fucked by her husband drifted through her mind his face morphed into a series of men she’d had idle fantasies about. Gasping, her eyes flew open when the last had been Eric. The delicious tingle between her legs and her suddenly taut nipples gave her an idea and she jumped out of bed before doubt could creep into her mind.

Letting the cotton pajama bottoms and top fall to the floor, she rummaged through her drawer completely naked. Lightning flashed again and she caught a glimpse of her sexy figure in the mirror: large, round breasts capped by puffy nipples that were stiff at the moment, her smooth, tight tummy and her cute ass her husband loved to grab. Her wavy, auburn hair cascaded around her smooth neck and pretty face. For a split second she wondered if she should bother putting anything on at all, but then she shook her head and continued her search.

A moment later she found what she was looking for and put it on: a cream colored short baby doll nighty that barely covered her neatly trimmed bush. The round cheeks of her ass were only half covered. Pirouetting in the mirror, she smiled devilishly and then left her bedroom and made her way down the hall.

There was light coming from under Eric’s door. Her eighteen year old son wasn’t asleep either it seemed. Without knocking, she opened his door and stepped inside. Eric jumped at the sudden appearance of his mother, tossing something over the far side of the bed. He yanked the sheets up quickly, but it didn’t hide the bulge that made an obvious tent between his legs.

Inwardly Beth smiled, catching him masturbating was a welcome surprise. The look of terror on his face would play into her plan nicely as well.

“Oh darling, is the storm scaring you too?” She said sweetly, her voice full of concern.

“Uh, yeah,” Eric answered with a stutter. “Yeah, the storm’s doing a real number, huh?”

“It sure is,” Beth agreed, using her voice to sound frail. “Why don’t you sleep with me tonight?”

“Okay,” Eric agreed and she beamed a smile at him. She stepped fully into his room so that he could see her in her lingerie. His eyes got big and he swallowed hard. Stealing a glance, she caught the tent in his sheet twitch.

“C’mon baby, hurry up! Come to bed with me.”

Elizabeth grabbed at the sheet and pulled it off of him. Eric lunged for his boxers at his ankles and yanked them up, trying not to flash his mother. She smiled at her handsome son, so toned and full of youthful strength. She pretended not to notice his raging erection, but it was at the center of her mind. The lump of flesh between his legs pressed outward against the boxers presenting such an enticing sight to her that her pussy began to flutter with desire.

“Hurry up!” she demanded, bouncing in impatience, causing her breasts to jiggle beneath the filmy top she wore. Eric swallowed hard again and when he was finally moving towards her she turned around and led the way to her bedroom. She hoped that her son was taking a good look at her ass on full display for his pleasure, so much so that she imagined it was glowing with heat.

As they entered the master suite another flash of lightning filled the sky and a deep crack of thunder startled Elizabeth. With a cry she jumped into her son’s arms, squishing her full breasts into his chest. His arms wrapped around her and he held her close. Beth felt his iron hard cock pressing into her tummy and she flung her arms around him to keep him from pulling away too quickly.

The lightning faded and they were plunged into near darkness, the only sound was of their breathing and the driving rain on the window. She enjoyed the feel of him so close to her, the smell of his skin. She knew that this was not what mothers were supposed to do, but she discarded that notion. Turning herself slowly, holding Eric’s hands about her body, she spun so that her ass was pressed against her son’s stiff cock, nestled between bursa escort her cheeks.

“Here, let’s get in bed,” she said as she bent over at the waist. A part of her hoped that Eric would take the gift she was offering and slide his cock into her wet pussy from behind and give her the fucking they both needed. It was not to be though, Eric was too much of a gentleman, she thought, as he agreed and let her climb into the bed.

Once they were both in bed Elizabeth snuggled up close to her son, pressing her full bosom into his arm and draping one leg over his. Another peal of thunder and he wrapped an arm around her and held her close as her hand stroked his chest.

“Was the storm the only reason you couldn’t sleep?” Elizabeth asked, scissoring her legs slowly to tease her aching pussy.

“Well,” he said slowly, “that was only part of it.”

“Me too!” Beth giggled, pressing her naked mound against his hip. “Why couldn’t you sleep? Besides the storm, that is,” she asked.

“You first,” Eric said with a hard swallow.

“Okay,” she said slowly. Then, in a whisper, “I was horny.” Beth could feel his heart racing in his chest as the words escaped her lips. “Were you horny, Eric?”

Eric didn’t answer aloud, but she felt him nod. With a big grin and wide eyes her own heart fluttered at his admission. She kissed his chest lightly as her hand continued to slide across his smooth skin, down his chest and across his stomach.

“I like the way you smell. So manly.”

“I like the way you smell, mom,” Eric breathed.

“Yeah? You like my perfume?” She pushed herself up and looked at him, his handsome features coming into full view with a flash of lightning. “Here,” she said as she leaned closer, putting her neck next to his face, “smell it here.”

Eric took a deep breath and groaned in satisfaction.

“Want to know where else I spray it?” She giggled when he nodded vigorously. Shifting her body again, she lowered her cleavage to his face, nearly burying his face between her motherly boobs. “Take a whiff from between mommies titties.”

Once again Eric inhaled deeply and she loved the feel of her boy, now a man, with his face between her girls. Her body was aching with need, but she knew she couldn’t proceed too quickly.

“Eric, were you stroking your cock when I came into your room?” Of course she knew the answer, but the chance to torture her son a little was too much to pass up. His face was still between her tits and she felt him nod. “Ooh you naughty boy!”

Moving back, she stared down at him and then she reached over and turned on the lamp next to the bed. Bathed in the soft, warm light she could see him properly now, but more importantly, he could see her. His eyes were glazed over, like he was in a trance and afraid to wake up.

“What were you looking at when I came in?” Eric gulped, but didn’t respond. “Was it a girly magazine?” After a moment, she nudged him and he reluctantly nodded. “Filled with naked women?” Another nod. Smiling wickedly, she pushed her nighty down so that her breasts were out in the open for him to see.

“Nicer than mine?” she asked with a pouty expression.

“Oh fuck no,” Eric said without thinking. She playfully slapped at his chest for the foul language, but he didn’t react, he was too mesmerized by her full tits.

“Have you ever thought of these while you are stroking your hard cock?” She pressed her tits together and leaned forward once more, pushing them close to his face once more.

“Yes,” Eric winced quietly.

“Want to know something? I’ve thought of this,” Beth leaned back and slid her hand from his inner thigh upward until she stopped with her hand resting lightly on his throbbing cock. “I’ve thought of this,” she gave him a gentle squeeze, “while I’ve fingered myself.”

The feel of his hot, steely shaft in her hand, separated only by the thin cotton of his boxers caused Elizabeth to swoon. Taking his hand, she placed it on her left breast and molded her fingers over his and forced him to squeeze. Quickly Eric used both hands to squeeze and cup his mother’s fabulous tits.

She took a firm grip on his thick shaft and began to stroke him through his boxers, but that wasn’t enough for her and she slipped her hand under the waistband so that she could feel his velvety flesh with her own. After a minute of this she moved forward and kissed her bursa escort bayan son for the first time as his lover.

Her tongue invaded his mouth and she tasted every corner. Eric kissed her back and soon they were making out like horny teenagers. Eric seemed to be let loose and soon he was towering over her and his mouth covered her rose colored nipples and he was sucking on her tits like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh yes baby! Suck my titties!” she encouraged, running her fingers through his hair. She fed him her flesh and felt her pussy quake with each swipe of his tongue. Snaking her hand between their bodies, she pushed his boxers off his hips and then she groped for his cock. His shaft felt like heaven in her hand as she stroked him. Sliding her thumb over the head, she caught the sticky drops of precum as it leaked out the tip.

“Lay down,” she ordered him and he obeyed. Liz gazed down at her son’s cock, so strong and hard, standing up proudly. Her dainty hand looked so small wrapped around his veiny pole. Smearing more of his precum along his shaft, she watched in awe as she stroked him. “I want you to make you cum with my hand.”

Eric only nodded, need etched on his face as he stared up at her. Elizabeth loved the feel of her son’s hard cock in her hand, slipping through her fingers in an erotic ritual.

“Oh so big and thick!” she moaned, pinching a nipple with her free hand. “I can’t wait to see what a big load of cum you have for me! Here let me make this wetter for you.” She let go of his cock for a moment and stuffed her fingers into her overheated cunt and soaked them. When she grabbed his shaft again her fingers were even more slippery than before and now her hand glided over his skin smoothly.

A minute later his body stiffened and then jets of white, sticky semen shot out of his cock. It shot up in the air and some landed on his chest, some on the bed and the rest caught by Liz’s hand and she used that to lubricate her stroking even more.

“That’s it baby, cum for me! Cum for mommy!” she encouraged him as she milked the sweet load out of his cock.

“Oh fuck, mom!” Eric shouted as he came, filling her with a delicious thrill.

“Did you like that baby? Did that make you feel better?” She smothered his mouth with her own again, still holding onto his cock which was still unbelievably hard. Eric returned her kisses, his hands all over her body from her boobs to her ass.

Elizabeth loved the eager way her son devoured her body, reminding her of how sex used to be when she was much younger. She couldn’t wait for him to work up the courage to find her pussy on his own though and guided his hand to her pouting cunt. His groan of pleasure was music to her ears as he began to explore her pussy. His fingers slid over every electricity filled nerve ending, sending waves of pleasure to her brain.

“Oh yes, that’s it baby. Stroke mommy’s kitty, stroke it nice for me and make me purr!” Lifting her hips, she pushed his fingers inside her soaked channel and she moaned with animal desire as he began to finger her steadily. “Oh fuck baby, that’s it! Fuck me with your hand, just like mommy did for you!”

Eric sucked on her tits as he fingered her, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts and lowering as he pulled out. Elizabeth was on fire and it wasn’t long before she let out a scream of pleasure, her pussy clamping down on his fingers as she came. When he pulled his fingers out of her cunt she grabbed his hand and sucked them clean.

Catching her breath, Elizabeth felt a glow, but she knew she wasn’t done and she guessed neither was her son. Pushing him down on his back, she straddled his chest, facing his feet.

“Now that we’ve done it with our hands, next is our mouths!” she announced.

Immediately Eric’s hands grabbed her ass and pulled her back until her pussy was pressed up against his mouth. His tongue pressed against her wet lips and he was soon french kissing her cunt.

“Oh that’s good, baby. Kiss mommy’s pussy,” she sighed.

Leaning forward, Elizabeth found his rampant cock ready to go. Taking hold of it in her hand she rubbed the head of his cock against her pursed lips, like a lipstick. A large dollop of cum still clung to the tip and she slipped her tongue out to slurp it up. Oh he tasted so wonderful! She felt her pussy quiver at the taste of his seed. Eric was licking her from her clit escort bursa to her little rosebud in a slow, steady fashion, building her desire moment by moment.

Stroking his cock, she rubbed it against her face, loving the smell and feel of him before she opened her mouth and let him enter. Eric groaned with pleasure as she engulfed his shaft in her hot, wet mouth. Her lips pressed against his stalk as she took him deeper and deeper. He stretched her mouth wide open he was so thick, and that made Elizabeth even wetter as she imagined it spreading her pussy.

The sounds of the mother and son 69’ing filled the room. Groans, moans and wet slurps filled the gaps between the rolling thunder. Elizabeth came first, her body quivering and shaking as Eric held her tightly in his grasp, his tongue flicking against her clit while she came. She guided his finger to her rosebud and moaned in a high pitch when he teased her tender anus. As he played with her more, she humped his face harder and harder until she came again.

Eric had not cum yet from her blowjob and she intended to see that he did. Climbing off his body, she spun around and her son lifted himself up on his elbows so that he could see her do her magic. Kneeling between his legs, she straightened up and pressed her full tits together, something she knew men liked to see.

“Mommy wants you to cum in her mouth,” she said in her slutty voice. “After you fuck my tits for a bit.” With that she leaned forward and captured his long, thick cock between her boobs and squished them together. Rocking back and forth, she stroked his cock between her breasts, sucking on the head of his cock as it appeared on the down stroke. She let the saliva in her mouth drip out onto his cock to make the tit fuck slippery.

“Oh god mom, I love fucking your tits!” Eric huffed, his eyes glazed over in lust.

“I love to have my tits fucked, baby. You can fuck my tits anytime you like!” she offered.

“Oh god mom, I’m going to cum soon!”

Elizabeth grabbed his cock and lowered her mouth onto his shaft, taking him deep into her mouth and into her throat. Bracing herself, she pushed forward slowly until she felt his pubic hairs pressed against her stretched lips. Deepthroating her son’s cock, her pussy spasmed as his orgasm burst forth and sent jets of hot semen down to her stomach.

When she felt he was done spurting cum into her mouth, Elizabeth let his cock slip from her lips and she licked and kissed it clean. Her tongue bathed his shaft and she savored the taste of his body. Afterwards she climbed up next to her son on the bed and revelled in the way he caressed her body, planting kisses on her tits and her face.

“You got one more in you?” Elizabeth asked with a wink. She took hold of his cock and stroked him slowly, working him back to hardness.

“Yeah, I think I can manage that,” Eric said with a devious smile.

“Good,” Elizabeth smiled.

With a delightful yelp, Elizabeth was flipped on her back and suddenly her son was between her legs, pushing her knees apart and back towards her chest. Reaching between them, she took hold of his hard, thick cock and aimed it at her gash. They groaned in unison as he slid into her slick cunt slowly. She savored the way he stretched her, splitting her so wickedly.

His broad chest and strong muscles looked so incredibly sexy to her. She cupped her breasts and played with her nipples as he towered over her and worked his cock in and out of her cunt. Eric found his rhythm and soon his pace quickened until he was pounding her pussy fiercely. She felt like a plaything to a giant as he fucked her deeply.

“Oh baby,” she huffed, “you fuck mommy so good! Fuck mommy! Fuck me!” She let go of her breasts and grabbed onto the sheets, trying to hold herself in place as her son fucked the hell out of her. Her tits bounced up and down on her chest in time to his thrusts into her welcoming pussy.

Eric moaned deeply, his cock grew even harder and then he was cumming inside his mother. The feel of his orgasm triggered her own and her pussy clamped down on his shaft, mixing her juices with his inside her well fucked cunt.

When he was done he slipped from her pussy and collapsed next to her on the bed. Elizabeth reached between her legs and felt their mixed fluids seep out of her and she scooped up as much as she could with her cupped hand. Eric snuggled up to her and held her close as he drifted off to sleep.

Elizabeth lay in the afterglow, wondering what new possibilities this had opened up until she drifted off to sleep, her muscles finally relaxed and the storm miles away.

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Him.

You flood my mind throughout the day…in and out of meetings, conference calls, deal-making…but it’s all you. When I last left, you had no further agenda for the day, merely laying naked in the bed, the crisp white sheets barely draped over, covering only half of your ass…looking like a dream. And now…I stand in the elevator, scanning my card and taking the forever journey up to find you…so fucking needy for you*

Her.

I’d like to say I was productive… But actually, I lazed… Daydreamed… Took a bath… Stared out the window… Thought about you… I lied. There are clothes. But I prefer yours. I like smelling you on my skin. I glance at the clock and I know you’re due…

And that’s how I wait for you…

Your shirt skimming my bare skin

The room is dark… Just the city lighting up the room.

Him.

The ding of the elevator rings out after an eternity. And the first thing I see is darkness. Shapes furnish the room all in black. And the lit-up city is the most prominent visual. Floor to ceiling…a brilliant view. All until I catch your dark silhouette against the window, and the slight strip of white light from the outside…my shirt, hanging over your naked body.

My coat is shrugged…keys dropped…my determination to get over to you right away…carnal desire…burnt into my face as I stride towards you*

Her.

I don’t turn… I just offer a soft tilt of my head. My hair falls to one side and my neck is left bare. Your shirt has fallen from one shoulder too, so makes skin is there for you, yours to touch… To taste… To have. I am not wearing anything underneath so your shirt just skims my ass… And I know how you like that … So I stand on my tiptoes, legs tenses, my ass firm, and the hem grazes my mound, a constant reminder of my nakedness

Him.

My black tie still on tight, I step up behind you, taking notice of the small quick peeks that you allow your body to send me…seeing your nakedness, the thought of your skin, your fresh, bare ass, your naked, soft, and perfect pussy…your nipples hardened and poking through the thin shirt fabric…all of these images, thoughts, feelings…

They run straight into my cock. And he swells, at every thought of you. So abruptly that he can be felt snaking up the inside of your inner thigh behind my dress pants, pressed against you as my arms loop around and hands move up your chest, fingers pulling down at the open top edge of the shirt*

Her.

I stand still for a moment. Long eyelashes fluttering closed. My heart beats fast… My body changing… Awakening… Until I can’t stand it… I need you. I turn… And whilst clothing may be lacking… The rest of me has been preened to perfection. Inky dark smudges make my ocean blue eyes pop. Red sultry lips that belong around your cock. Pretty plum nails… Matching toes. Hair falling in loose sexy curls. My skin is smoothed, lotioned, scented. Your finger drops from the collar…I step back so I rest against the window, and I flick the one closed button. With a roll… The crisp white shirt falls. Naked. The only thing on my body is the city lights… And your gaze.

Yours ??

Him.

Watching it all. Complete perfect. As I’ve come to know you. Fuck. I fucking need you. My eyes following your every move, the swell and rise of my cock so brazen and noticeable that there’s nothing I could do to hide it. My deep brown eyes lock with yours, and I take a tiny step your way, my eyes never breaking now, my right hand just flipping my top button…the zip flying open just from the stretch of the fabric alone…

the thick base of my cock bending as I just thumb the pants down…raising my chin as I come within inches of your face*

Her.

My fingers reach forwards and with a short sharp tug, your shirt splits open. I let in gape as my fingers reach in, starting at your shoulders my nails rake down your skin… with 4 long red lines on each side… Over your broad chest, bumping over each rib, the dip of your stomach… And to your pants. I waste no time. the need is too much. A pull and they drop… Your cock sings as he’s freed… And I lean forwards… But I don’t kiss your bursa escort lips…Instead… Your jaw… Neck… chest…And I slowly lower… Leaving a trail of perfect red lip marks on your skin.

Him.

I consider shrugging the shirt off…but I decided against it. Wanting you to feel it against your cheek, or your collarbone as I reach down to feel your skin. I know what’s coming…and my cock does too…he looks right at you. My strong chest rises as your lips drag down my skin…and I spread my feet shoulder-width. My fingertips move to your body and let you fall as I press them against you, slowing bumping along the contour of your frame until they move in along your neckline and then feel your jaw slipping through them, and just before they clear it…you feel the tug, and lift your head up at my fingertip’s command, looking up at me looking down.”Show me what a good girl you are.”

Her.

My gasp is loud. A jolt. You can do that in an instance. I am a good girl… I will be a good girl… But I’ve missed him… He needs special attention… “Hands… Or no hands…?”

Him.

“Start with no hands.”

“And show me how much you’ve missed him.”

Her.

My hands rest on the backs of your thighs, just above your knees, you feel my soft fingers against your skin. I settle into my knees, getting comfortable… My head lowers further to your inner thigh. That’s where I start. Long lazy kisses along your skin. All the way up to your hip bone. You feel my hairbrush against your cock… But it’s the only contact…

My mouth is occupied with your skin… Tasting, licking, biting.

Discovering every inch of you… But I’m never far…He can feel my breath, a glance of my chin, the sweep of my cheek as I inch closer… Closer

Him.

I feel a deep urge within to grab your head…to take you by force…but I stop myself, incredible restraint…” not yet”, I think. But then your seductive dance begins…your hair is the first touch I notice… it’s so soft and elegant in its loose curls. I feel the light touch of your purple fingernails against my thighs…not digging in but hopefully not for long. My expression, locked to yours, is that of strong control, but weakening…as my eyelids fall slightly… my teen gritting in a primal sneer. Pure desire.

Her.

My gaze rises… I know how slutty I look… Knelt for you, deep red lips eager and waiting… But my blue eyes don’t blink once as my tongue extends, I don’t need to look… I know… The very tip of my tongue makes contact with a sweep in a soft circle around your smooth pulsing head. He flexes at my touch and precum leaks… I beam… My first reward. My tongue is there, lapping, dipping into your slit to take every drop… Which I savor. Your taste… Mine.

Him.

I watch and wince as the cum soaks onto your tongue and you close your lips to complete the tasting. I want to give you so much more. So that’s what I’ll do. My fingers lift your jaw slightly…my thumb against your cheek…pushing so your mouth falls open, a bit wider with the motion. Your tongue slides out for another taste…and you pause as my hand moves to my girthy shaft…then the tapping of the thick under vein…against your tongue, tap tap tap tap… Every so often pulling him out and running the slit over your red lips…repeating this until I set him flat on your tongue and, looking down at you, give a slow single nod.*

Her.

“put your palms on the glass” I murmur before my lips pout… And rest flush against your tip. My nails grip your thighs a little tighter… Can you see that creamy smear of you against my sexy red fuckable lips… Do you want them… Does he need them… The nod. It’s all I need. I lean back, moving away… But my fingers pull bringing you with me. They run up the backs of your thighs to grip your ass and my head rests against the glass. No, where to go. .

And you…

You can look out across the city… Top floor…

As I pull you into my mouth.

Him.

Fuck. My hands smack against the glass, it offers a low vibrating gong as the sound travels. But the next sound is your soft moan…and I feel that tug and then the warmth consume me. bursa escort bayan Fuck…My knees bend slightly…and I already begin to hold as I reach your throat…Pushing forward so your head feels the glass against your hair…pressing, your range of movement decreasing, my cock’s throb, tightly against your throat, pulling all the way out…waiting for you to reach 3/4 of your gasp,then plunging in again.*

Her.

You can see my sexy red lips stretching, your length sliding in, filling my mouth, entering smooth but dry… That first pull out and he’s coated… The second dripping … As my hungry slutty mouth lubes him up with your precum and my saliva… You slide in easier, harder, deeper, your hips thrusting as you hold yourself over me. Looking down… Your slutty good girl servicing your cock just like he deserves, looking out… The city yours for the taking. You’re so powerful, sexy… Your dick throbs in my throat. Each thrust is hard and unforgiving. And I love it. Need it

Him.

My knees bend even more, and each thrust is a roll upwards and forwards of my body, fucking your face, claiming your mouth as a perfect slut to service my overwhelming needs. Fuck you’re such a good girl, reaching down, my palms squeeze your cheeks, holding your head absolutely still with force, and I thrust my cock in and out at a fast pace, as dripping webs of cum and saliva fall to your exposed breasts…as if they were aimed for your nipples… As you start to wear the sticky fruits of our lust*

Her.

My hands move from your ass… You don’t need me to guide you, you know how to fuck my mouth just how you like. My fingers move to my breasts, smearing the strands of cum and saliva over my skin. I want to be slutty for you… I want to wear you…My tongue curls up firm on the underside of your cock… Teasing your throbbing vein as your head hits the beach of my throat… I gag, my body tenses… But I don’t stop… You pause…letting me adjust and then you feel my suck, Needing to please you… Needing to adore every inch.

Him.

You can hear the tone of my voice change… Ffffff…fffffuck…I feel that heavy touch of your tongue as you curl around…my cockhead screaming with pleasure every time I thrust into you…Fucking your slutty mouth the way I’d fuck your tight cunt when we really had to let loose…fuck…fuck… You’re so good, fuck you treat that cock so well… I’m gonna cum for you, baby…I can feel it…You suck me so fucking well, like a good slut and fuck…you’re gonna get such a reward… Are you ready, dirty girl?

Her

I tilt my chin upwards, so you can fill my throat easier, so I can take your full length, not that you always give it… First short fast darts then long hard deep rolling thrusts… Pulling out to rim my swollen lips, to dribble your cum on them before you fuck me again. Your moans and grunts… Fuck they turn me on. My head pressed against the glass. I’m all yours… And I give you all I can… Never slowing or stopping

Him.

Jesus…My legs tense up…I can feel my balls rising… it’s coming…My expression changing again to pure furious primal lust as I take what’s mine. Your throat. Your mouth. And I feel that inner burst as I begin to tip over the edge…My hand moves to your hair…closing down on it hard, holding you right where I want you.Howling out as begin to cumFFFFuuuuuuk I’m cumming, baby…Fuck! It’s all fucking yours

Her.

My hands rise too, cupping your balls so I feel them tense… Then release,You paint the back of my throat… Then as you pull out my hands take over… Milking you onto me…Hot spurts across my breasts, dripping from my nipples, over my skin

Him.

I howl out hard and loud…banging my fist against the glass as I release…and spurt after spurt arcs across you, my divine slut receiving your prize…fuck me, My hand tightens against your hair and I yank your head back…one final thrust before I leave your mouth…then continue to drizzle your body with my milky cum…With my forehead against the glass, I reach down and scoop you up by the underarms…lifting fast as you rise and my right hand swooping underneath you, pressed half on your left escort bursa asscheek, the other three fingers pressed firmly against your naked and dripping mound, and spinning your body round to the small round table just a foot away from the window…your naked ass feels my hand underneath as I set you down…immediately imposing on you, my still hard but now dripping cock slipping right up between your folds and putting a sudden and intense pressure onto your clit almost immediately…as I slide him deep through your folds…feeling how wet you actually were down there*

Her.

Wet is an understatement… I’m dripping… I nearly came when you took my hair to fill my mouth. Your taste lingers, my skin is wet with you. I feel slutty. Dirty. Sexy.Watching your cock… Fuck it’s so hot… So sexy

Him.

You slink back, with my body that crowds you…but one hand rests on the table behind you, giving you my arm to lean on. The other hand grabs you by the ankle, stretching your left knee up and placing the bottom of your left foot against my collarbone…your sexy nails on your curling toes as they stretch over my shoulder…

Looking down, I spit onto my right hand, onto four flat fingers, and reach down between us…I don’t waste time with seduction and foreplay…I fucking want you. And my palm pulls up on your pelvic skin…stretching your clit to face me…then she feels my thumb swirl…

Her.

Fuck

Him.

Wet, intense swirls…and as I push downward and your lips part slightly…you feel the head of my cock begin to slide in, greased with our cum, and he stretches you out with the entire first slide…never stoppingbut you, my naughty little slut…I know you can handle it…

And so that’s what you get. All of it. All of him. One firm hard figure8 against your budding pearl as my cock pushes to full insertion…my tongue sticks out and runs dangerously close to your ankle*

Her.

Jesus…

Him.

The strokes begin…and they echo my strokes from before…relentless, driven, primal. Fucking your tight, hungry cunt like you deserve to be fucked…your clit, completely manhandled…attended…coaxed*

My teeth…they join the party…and a bite of the skin on your foot…my lips inching closer…closer…feeling the hard bone under skin

Her.

My arm holding me up slips. I fall backward. Laid out across the tabletop. My head falling off the edge. I can’t see you now. Only look at the city sprawled out. I can’t anticipate your next move… just wait… Your dick slides hard in and out of me, shunting my body across the table so my breasts bounce hard. Your grip on my leg… Hard and tight. Spread out for you. Your cum on my nipples. your thumb pressing my clit as you inch closer to my boneFuck,I am going to cum… Can I… Please…Please

Him.

My teeth close down on the bone before you even get the sentence out…It’s all happening at once as I lean forward…that first lean sends my cock driving deep into you, impaling you like a drilling rig, digging deep…filling that hot, sultry cunt

My hand falls flat against your left breast and I squeeze, your nipples between my knuckles feeling the tight twists and my thumb, working you…working you until you explode…I want that cummy shot

Kissing your ankle bone like I’m kissing an electrical socket. I can feel you seize and pulse underneath…and my cock and thumbs pounding and pushing you…all of you, my sexy toy to play with…and I grin as I watch the first glimpse of your orgasm pour from your lips…loving every second of it*

Her.

Pull out and I’ll cum everywhere… I can’t control

Him.

Another pounding thrust another…anothermy thumb swirls you forward and backward in tiny and large circles…

And I feel you building up, hear your screams get higher and pitch…and then pull my thickness from you. My head-turning and licking and biting your anklebone…my thumb continuing and your nipples tweaked then dropping to a kneel, one knee…and four fingers move to your clit to grind out your orgasm…my tongue right there to deliver the final strokes in the form of a deep loving kiss. kissing that soft, freshly fucked pussy as you start to sprayand that heavenly taste floods my mouth…and I move in for deeper kisses, holding you as close as I can no matter how you buck and writhe, forcing you to cum against my loving lips and tongue…

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