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You are amazed at his length and girth and are somewhat staring with your mouth open. You start to drink her drink and Musa asks you: “Did you bring that for her?”

“Oh yea, thanks! I did. Here honey, your drink…”

“Mmm? She says. “Oh thanks!” and she takes the drink from you with her left hand while directing his long schlong with her right. She brings her Champaign close to her work and actually dips the lower area of his dick into her drink and brimming the glass as she does this. Then she quickly slurps his dick of all dripping Champaign.

“Oooh Miss!” he says to her, “What are you doing to me?” Next she leads him into the non-carpeted area and pours her drink all over his jewels, and proceeds to slurp and lick ever where she can find reason to, as she turns him on even more.

“Come.” Musa says to you; “can you busy this fine lady while I inspect her lower regions?”

“What?” you ask.

“Give her mouth your dick!” I tell you as I try to assist you with his request.

“Oh, sure! Here babe give me a little of that tongue will you?”

Well she responds gladly, bending over and mouthing your already enlarged penis. Her ass is flagrantly pointing at Musa. As she tugs on your balls she wiggles her ass and Musa finds it with both hands. Softly he caresses it round and round with his fingertips. “Do you know?” he asks: “you are a very luck man!”

“I sure am Musa!” you reply.

“And she too is a very lucky woman!” He exclaims to the room as he slides a surprise thumb into her ass!

“Whoa!” She says as she grabs at your legs. “He’s got his dick up my ass!”

“No, no, no! Miss that is just my thumb, that is all!” he says to her. He pulls his thumb out only after she is constantly saying “Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Oh God!”

“What is it?” I ask, not knowing as I watch some TV program glancing back to your action now and then.

“I don’t know! Musa says, “Maybe she has a virgin asshole!”

He looks at you and asks you: “You don’t fuck this asshole?!?” Then he says konyaaltı escort in sheer surprise: “This beautiful asshole! You don’t fuck this?”

“Well no I don’t” you tell him.

“Why?” he asks you.

“I don’t know I just don’t think she likes it man. What can I tell you?”

“I will show you how to fuck a woman’s ass so she likes it!” he says to you.

“Wait just a minute!” She speaks up. “You’re not going anywhere NEAR my ass with that huge dick!”

“You will like it Miss!”

“No I won’t! She argues back!

“O.K., O.K”, He says. And then he says; “Come here, I won’t hurt your bum. Come here!”

She turns toward him and he places his hands under her boobs and she thinks he wants to fondle them for a bit as he seems to squat to reach them with his tongue. So she thrusts them out at him.

His hands slide right past her boobs and to her rib cage and up she goes lifted off the floor and into the air above everyone! She gasps out loud as she keeps going up!

“Hey!” you say to him, “What are you doin’ Musa?”

He lifts her so high that her knees are on his shoulders. His dick is just huge and standing straight out about 14 inches from his trunk.

“Come to me puss puss!” He says to her pussy. And then he lowers her on to his clean-shaven face. “MMMmmmmmmm!” He says aloud as we watch in disbelief. He has to be strong as hell to lift her like that!

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Don’t drop me!” She says: “Oh my god OH MY GOD THAT”S MY ASS AGAIN! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH SHIT! OH! OH! OH! OH YES! OH YES! OH SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! JESUS! Put me down! Put me down!”

“Musa! Musa!” You tell him. “Take it easy there man! Maybe you’d better put her down here.”

Just then she’s hollering “NO! No don’t put me down! Oh GOD! Oh he’s in my Pussy Oh God! Oh God! Oh shit! Oh SheeOhshee Ohshee! I’m comin’ I’m comin’! OH don’t drop me! OH! Oh! Shit that’s a big tongue! JEEEESUS!” She says to where you’d think the neighbors would hear.

Carefully she is brought down from Musa’s kültür escort shoulders but not to the ground. He suspends her by her armpits right above his dick. One leg comes up while the other arm holds her up. His opposite hand takes his dick and he guides it at her bottom and wiggling it across her pussy. Now his leg comes down and his arm goes back to her armpit. Her arms and his dick are holding her there.

She wraps her legs easily around his back while he moves both of his hands down to her ass. One hand grabs her well while the other hand drills his huge cock right up and into her pussy!

“OHHHHH! GODDD! She says! AURG!” Good god that’s big!” She says.

You can see that it’s actually going in. He has made her pussy so wet and he is using her own weight to slide into her. She can’t help but to descend down onto this oversized mammoth cock and she knows it. He’s not forcing it she’s almost attacking it as her pussy swallows almost half of it right in front of you.

“I can’t take that whole thing!” she says to him. And then she repeats the same thought to you. “That thing won’t fit in me!”

“Here you go he says as he lifts you back up to almost off of it then he lets you slide back down his now very slippery member.

“OH Shit! It’s goin’ in further!” She says to everybody in the room.

He repeats this lift and he holds his hands out away from his body offering her to either hold on desperately to his neck or to slide down even further onto his cock. Then he starts to move his weight up and down as though he were jumping. This makes her body fall inch by inch down on to his cock and she has no way of pushing off of it so she keeps getting it deeper and deeper. The he lifts her up again but again not far enough to come off. Out go his hands again and he laughs as she slides down his now juiced up member.

You and I can’t believe what we’re seeing as his enormous cock disappears right up her pussy! If he truly had fourteen inches he has only four to go!

She looks so wide-eyed markantalya escort as though she doesn’t know what to do. She keeps repeating: “Oh yesssss! Oooh Yessss!” Can she take this whole thing?

You alright honey?” and you call her by name. And then: “Sweetie? Do you want to stop?”

“NO! NO! GOD NO!! Leave me alone! Leave me alone! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Leave me alone!” she keeps saying. Then: “JUSUS CHRIST THAT’S GOOD!” comes out of her like a gunshot!

Oh my god I’m coming again! Oh my god! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! YES! YES! Come on fuck me with that thing! Shit! Harder! Harder!” She’s going on and on.

With that he does! He lifts her again and drops her on his cock as he leans back and we both watch his entire cock disappear all the fucking way into her hole!

“OH MY GOD!!!!!” She says. YESSSSSSS SHIT YES!!!! OH GOD DAMN YES!”

“He’s in! He’s in!” she says!

Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! That’s feels so, so, so, Oh my god!”

He places is finger into her mouth and she sucks it with all the sexual undertones she can muster. She’s pumping that finger and her pussy at the same time as she continues to sound as though she is in heaven. He slides the finger out and places it at her ass hole again!

“Oh no Oh no! She starts to say and whoop! It’s in again!

“Jesus Christ! Oh Shit! OH Shit! Both of my holes honey! Both of my holes!” she shouts to you. Well he is just banging away at both her ass and her pussy, and she is just going on as though she were speaking in tongues!

Then he calls you over and says:” Here place your dick right in here right now! Right now!” He is pointing to her ass hole and she is looking back to see who he is talking to. She says: “No! No! His dick is too thick! NO!” She keeps repeating.

“O.K.” Musa says you want me to do this and loosen it up?”

“No she says!” Then Who?”

“He’s O.K. she says and points to me “Let Pencil-dick there do it.” She says

“You watch!” she says to you and wags her finger at you. Like, don’t YOU dare!!

So I get behind her, not believing what I’ve been told to do and she says “Fuck me now! Up the ass! NOW!” Well I can’t believe my ears!

I dampen my rigid cock with as much saliva as possible …

To be continued…

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Vanisha

Hey

How’s it going?

Not bad, yourself?

I’m okay

Saw your IG story

You in town?

Just okay? Haha

Yeah arrived a couple of days ago

How long are you here for?

Till Sunday

You wanna meet up?

Sure!

When?

Friday?

Sorry

Going out with fam on Friday

Saturday?

Yup ok

Got a place in mind?

A rooftop club opened up recently close to my place

Heard it’s cool

Sending you the link

Looks good.

Do you want me to come pick you up on Saturday?

Nah let’s meet there.

Done

I’ll tell my secretary to move my other meetings around

Haha sure

What have you been up to?

Since you got here

Nothing much.

Just been chilling

(…)

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I rocked up to the place at 7:30. Being summer, dusk still hadn’t entirely given way to night. Three burly bouncers stood at the entrance, walkie-talkies and reservation list in hand. There was no way I was paying a stag entrance fee, so I waited outside. After twenty minutes, during which I shuffled about trying to avoid the stern yet mocking gaze of the bouncers, my phone buzzed.

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Vanisha

Will be there by half past 7

See you there

[Today]

Sorry sorry

Stuck in traffic

You there?

I know I drove through it

Yup waiting outside

Will be there in 10

At least that’s what the Uber guy says

Peace

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It took them twenty minutes, actually. I saw Vee get out of the car and scan the parking lot. She flashed me a huge grin when our eyes met. I discreetly took her in as she made her way to me. She was wearing a low-cut crop top over a bralette with harness straps criss-crossing over her chest, paired with a denim skirt that – oddly enough – looked like it was a small towel wrapped around her thighs. Strappy dance shoes completed her outfit. She had her hair pulled back in a single ponytail which somehow made her front seem more exposed. Careful to not let my eyes linger too much, I smiled back and pulled her into a hug.

“So good to see you! It’s been way too long.” She said in my ear as we embraced.

“Same here Vee, same here.” I replied, rubbing her back. Her luxuriant hair tickled my forearms.

She broke the hug after a couple more seconds and stepped back.

“Okay the uber I was in had a broken A/C and it was blazing hot the whole way but I couldn’t roll the window down ‘cuz it’s super polluted outside so I really need a drink right now.”

I don’t know how she managed to say all that in a single breath, but I nodded and let her lead the way. The bouncers made a bit of a fuss about us not having reservations, but let us in. The club’s way of attracting new and returning customers was hosting themed dance nights and posting photos of every hot girl that ventured onto the dance floor. Their patronage mostly comprised college-goers and young professionals, and no-one really minded being shot on camera and blasted across social media for the world to see. I already knew Vee was gonna make tonight’s album.

The club had two levels, with a dining area on the terrace and a bar and dance floor on the level below. We settled in the latter, on a couple of bar stools. I straightaway ordered a bottle of Jameson. A friend had taught me how to mix it in a way that it went down smooth but without losing its punch. In our excitement, Vee and I surged through the few minutes of unlubricated conversation. But soon enough, the barman set down the bottle on the countertop, along with a bucket of ice and a couple of glasses. I listened to her describe her previous week as I made our drinks. I handed Vee her glass and raised mine.

“Cheers!” she said, touching the base of my glass with hers.

“Santé” I said. She rolled her eyes.

“Always learning a new language, aren’t you?”

“Nah just flaunting the two or three words from the last one I tried to learn. Also,” I took a sip, “I’m surprised you remember I took a language course back in college.”

“Obviously. We were still classmates.”

“No we weren’t. We weren’t even in the same faculty.”

“Oh! Well… you must’ve mentioned it to me some or the other time. Or maybe you threw it around at parties back then, like you did just now.”

“Me? Brag?”

We caught up with each other’s lives and work since graduating from college. Vee had secured a job with a big e-tailer right after college, and had been a ‘corpo’ for a while before konyaaltı escort growing bored with the work and resigning. She then did an MBA course and had graduated only recently. She was currently looking for her next assignment and staying at her parents’ place till she landed one.

“… which is why I couldn’t say no to them for dinner yesterday.”

I had zoned out.

“Yeah I get it.” I replied, rather too quickly.

The space had filled up considerably in the past half hour, and by now all the bar stools around us were occupied. I saw the DJ climb up on a small stage next to the dance floor and begin setting up his decks. The bottle of Jameson was half empty by now, and I’d hit the comfortable altitude inside my head where things started to blur around the edges. I saw Vee had been sipping slowly out of her glass, so when I refilled our drinks I reminded myself to take it easy as well and poured more soda than alcohol.

We were sitting next to each other, with me facing the counter and Vee turned towards me. I tried to keep my eyes on her face while she talked, and mostly succeeded. When there was a lull in the conversation the next time, I bowed my head and looked at my feet. Not for too long though, because Vee’s legs – right within my field of view – had turned much shapelier since college. Her skirt’s hem was high enough up her thighs so as to afford a great look at how they had filled out. I thought that was odd, because skirts didn’t ride up that high without women self-consciously pulling them down, usually.

“- am I boring you already?”

I snapped my head up to see her peering at me. Had she noticed me leering at her legs? Then I caught the faint glint of mischief in her eyes.

“Actually, yeah. Cuz we’re not dancing yet.” I managed to say, surprisingly without stuttering.

Vee’s eyes widened for a second before she was off her seat and throwing her drink back. Perfect timing too, as the DJ had only just spooled up his tracks. A small crowd had gathered on the dance floor but no one was dancing yet. Among the bopping heads and hands holding drinks, we found a relatively empty corner of the floor and started moving to the beat. While the DJ played his warm-up tracks, we faced the decks as we grooved. Twenty minutes in he started dropping some new Bollywood tracks I had never heard, but then I saw Vee’s eyes light up – and so did her moves. I stuck to my basic club groove and watched her shimmy to the tunes. Vee mouthed the lyrics to me and I tried to mirror her. She laughed.

Another quarter-hour in, the DJ began to queue up some classics from our generation. Vee and I ran to the bar and downed a shot each, before getting back on the dance floor. This time I had to get in on the action, so I pulled out some moves I keep reserved for times when I really want to get down. This last chug of Jameson soon hit the both of us and we lost ourselves to the tracks. The floor was definitely getting more packed by the minute, and hands, elbows, and hips kept nudging into us and our space, but I was having too much fun to care. Vee and I now rocked to the tunes facing each other instead of the stage, and paying no mind to others.

On the chorus of next track she did a slow pirouette, and in the precious few seconds that her back was turned to me, my eyes roamed down to her ass. I remembered her being perky back in college, but now she was downright stunning. Her round, fleshy cheeks swayed hypnotically – and I don’t know if it was the drink or not but I saw Vee push her hips a little towards me. As the chorus verse repeated, she swung around again, and once more I spotted her backing up into me. Trying to appear nonchalant, I danced through the next verse until it was time for the chorus again. This time as Vee turned, I closed the distance between us. Her ass lightly brushed against my crotch. When she swivelled to face me I saw her raise her eyebrows searchingly, but I wasn’t about to give the game away yet. I pretended to be lost in the tunes and stood my ground.

Vee swung again, her upraised arms almost smacking me in the face. I leaned back a little, which made my hips jut forward. This time I felt the direct pressure from her butt thrusting towards my crotch. Vee didn’t flinch a bit as she finished her pirouette. I watched as she came to face me again, with that coy, questioning look in her eyes. I grinned at her. The smirk that had been playing on her face broadened.

The next couple of tracks crescendo-ed into one with a big, energetic drop before a slightly less hectic one followed. Vee beckoned that she was gonna use the ladies’ room. I nodded and watched as she walked away, gently parting the crowd. Her legs and back, covered with a faint sheen of sweat disappeared behind a wall of revelling bodies. I thought I’d use the opportunity to cool off and headed to the bar, where our drinks were miraculously still kültür escort waiting. I poured myself a drink with a generous amount of ice, and sat fanning my shirt collar. My phone buzzed.

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Vanisha

Will be there in 10

At least that’s what the Uber guy says

Peace

Are you even gonna try to save some for me?

Huh?

Am I being spied on?

Maybe

Not that I mind

But tell me if you need a break

I’ll make you a glass

I do

But not from spying on you

What then?

From you pretending you haven’t been checking me out

From the instant I got out of the car

I don’t know what you’re talking about

Oh I think you do, mister

Your drink’s waiting!

But not for too long

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Vee materialised in a moment. I handed her her glass. She settled on the stool and stared at me through narrowed eyelids as she sipped the cocktail. I stared back with an expression of mock incredulity. Finally, she rolled her eyes and looked away. The corners of her mouth curved up in a dismissive smile.

I gulped the last dregs from my glass and stood up. I motioned to the floor and offered Vee my hand. She threw her drink back in a single gulp and grabbed it. I lead her to the floor, where the energy was at an all time high. We found a niche among the sea of gyrating bodies and basically lost the next ten or so tracks to drunk dancing. We sang along, pumped our fists, bumped into random people, laughed when they bumped back into us, tried to fit choreographies from old bangers to new… and the next time there was a dip in the BPM, collapsed into each other’s arms.

Panting, we held on to each other. Vee’s cheek was pressed up against my chest, arms around my neck. My own arms encircled her waist. I felt sure she could hear the pounding of my heart against my ribcage. Vee rubbed her forehead on my shirt and looked up at me. Stray locks of sweat-matted hair clung to the sides of her temple. Her eyes were dusky, mouth curved in a dreamy smile. One of the straps of her top hung off her shoulder. When my brain was coherent enough, I noticed – with slight alarm – the tent in my pants.

I laughed to hide my awkwardness. Vee’s arms left my neck and she took a step back. My hands trailed around the small of her back before falling to my sides. I watched as she turned around and walked off the floor. Her smile had gradually dissipated in the couple of seconds between her backing away from me and disappearing into the crowd.

Shit.

I stood there dumbly for a couple of seconds and walked back to the bar counter. Not bothering with the glasses, this time I took a swig straight from the bottle. I grimaced at the unadulterated taste. I looked around but couldn’t spot Vee. I sat there for a minute, thinking about how I might’ve scared her off.

I almost didn’t notice the flashing notification light on my phone.

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Vanisha

Oh I think you do, mister

Your drink’s waiting!

But not for too long

You look like a wreck

You’re still here?

Of course

Where did you think I’d go?

Idk

Thought I’d scared you off

I’m not scared of you

I like you

I wouldn’t have come here tonight if I didn’t

Especially through all the weekend traffic? You kidding me?

Haha okay I’m convinced

And relieved

Why don’t you come back to the bar?

We’ll order some food

I will

But only if you admit you were checking me out earlier

This again?

Alright I’ll admit

… To Nothing!

>:(

Unless I see you first

Oh really???

In that case

Meet me in the stairwell behind the smoking lounge

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I pushed open the door to the tube-lit stairwell, accompanied by cigarette and vape smoke wafting in from the lounge behind me. I glanced at the first downstairs landing and found it vacant.

“Up here.” Came Vee’s voice from above me. I craned my neck up to spot her leaning over the stairway railing one flight up. I climbed up to where she was standing.

“Nice place you’ve got here.” I said, looking around at the dusty steps and random bits of construction material laying strewn around. “Although I get the feeling that an asthma attack is bubbling up inside me. Can we head out?”

I started climbing the steps leading up to what I presumed was the door to the terrace before Vee’s retort came.

“It’s markantalya escort locked.”

I sighed and came back down. Vee went up a couple of steps so that her face was level with mine. She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow.

“Spit it out.” She ordered. I sighed and clasped my hands behind my back. Grinning, I looked into her eyes and said

“Alright. I was checking you out.”

“And it only took me two hours to get you to say that!”

“I would’ve said it earlier if I didn’t think you were gonna give me attitude! Also, there’s this tiny little fact that you’re in a relationship.”

I could tell Vee hadn’t seen this coming. Her mouth gaped open for a second before she replied.

“I’m not giving you attitude. Trust me, this isn’t anywhere close to the level of attitude I can hit you with.” She said, leaning in and wagging a finger at me.

“Well you don’t seem very happy about it.”

“I’m not! I mean… not about the attitude bit.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Who do you think you are? My mom?! Are you gonna lecture me about my attitude? On how to act polite and be respectful? I’m not sixteen anymore! I’ll act how I want, when I want!”

“Alright!” I tried to placate her, while holding back a laugh at the same time.

“I’ve got two degrees now. I’ve held a high-paying white-collar job. I can fend for myself.” She jabbed a finger at her chest. “I don’t need instructions on how to do things anymore. I don’t need anyone’s protection. And I certainly don’t need people telling me that talking back to them is showing attitude.”

I could see this was going in a very different direction. Still wearing a dumb, conciliatory smile on my face, I raised my hands slowly – palms open, fingers outstretched – to show surrender.

“Okay.” I said quietly. “Okay.”

Vanisha pursed her lips and looked away. With the same deliberate slowness, I put my hands on her waist.

“I was kidding.” I began. “About you showing attitude. How long have we known each other?”

Vee didn’t say anything.

“Vanisha.”

She looked at me.

“How long?”

Looking at the floor, she mumbled something.

“What’s that?”

“Six years.”

“And in six years you, more than most, should’ve come to understand that I fuck around sometimes. Most of the times, in fact. Especially, to diffuse situations that might be awkward.”

Vee took a deep breath and let it out.

“I know you know that I was kidding. And I even apologized immediately. I think you just wanted to make my life a little hard for a minute, didn’t you?”

She turned her face away again, but I caught the hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“I mean, the evening was going great so far. We were having fun. A lot of fun. More than I’ve had in a long while. The conversation was flowing. The dancing was great. You look stunning. You almost got me to admit that, before you invited me here, in this quiet and secluded stairway. And then I looked straight in your eyes and told you what you wanted to hear, and you just wanted to play me a little bit longer, before…” I trailed off.

Vee looked at me.

“Before?”

“Before…” I leaned in till our lips were almost touching. I let her close the distance.

We kissed twice, thrice – each longer than the one before, till our mouths parted and our tongues met. I inhaled deeply and let my hands follow the curve of her hips down the side and to the back. I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Vee moaned and ground her hips into me. I broke the kiss.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Suraj and I are on a break.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Our mouths latched onto each other again. I turned around and pressed her up against the wall. Pinning her with my weight, I freed one of my hands and slid it up her thigh. When my fingertips reached under the hem of her skirt, I was surprised to find a cloth panel obstructing my way. Having noticed me fumbling around, Vee pulled away. I looked at her quizzically. Grinning, she said

“It’s a skort, silly.”

“A what?”

“I’ll explain later.”

She kissed me deeply and continued

“First, take your shirt off.”

I set her down and started unbuttoning. She watched, panting, once going over to look over the railing to see if anyone was coming up. When she looked back at me, my shirt was on the landing floor. Vee walked back to me and ran her hands appreciatively over my chest.

“I’ve been meaning to feel them up ever since we hugged on the floor.”

She playfully flicked a nipple. I grunted. She grinned and kissed the top of my pecs.

“Mmm… you’ve gotten bigger since college for sure.”

She kissed down my sternum while her fingertips grazed my torso and sides. I groaned as she slowly slid down to a squat. Her lips locked on top of my belly button. Vee looked up at me and gave me a playful couple of licks with the tip of her tongue. One of her hands fished for my discarded shirt, and on finding it, placed it underneath her. She then knelt on it.

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“What to do, what to do,” murmured Mrs. Taylor to herself. It was seven in the evening. She was bored and feeling like she wanted to change that. “My hubby’s away so the cat will play,” she sang to herself. “But what does the cat want to do? Play with a cat…or catch a rat? Yes, that’s it…” and she smiled.

The away hubby wasn’t a problem. He was a private investigator of the sordid sort. He knew that most people calling on his services to catch a cheating spouse were very likely to be in flagrante delicto themselves from time to time. In his experience the one who wanted to get rid of a spouse usually had the most to lose. Often it was the husband but on several occasions he had made a small fortune by turning on his wealthy wife client and presenting her with several ‘money shot’ photos of her she really didn’t want her husband to get hold of. He had no qualms about blackmail as long as the victim had serious qualms about the results of a divorce going the wrong way. While the bulk of his income came from garden variety photographic voyeurism, the extra cash from the double cross was welcome, as was the feeling of really screwing someone over.

Mrs. Taylor and her husband had a working marriage. She occasionally put herself out as bait to entrap a wayward husband, either at the behest of her husband on a job or simply for a little extra cash of her own choosing. She accepted both straight forward cash for sex and straightforward cash for silence. Mr. Taylor was intelligent enough to only work far from home, so she sometimes used these affairs of the heart to amuse herself while he was gone. Mrs. Taylor was also intelligent enough not to play in her own backyard.

She knew he was doing the same, often getting sexual favour as part of his blackmail on the occasional wife. It was no secret, as they enjoyed telling each other about their underhanded exploits. They were both very good at the exploits and the telling.

They had a good life together. While she never fooled herself into thinking she was in love with her man, she was fond of him; fond of his body, his sexual appetites and especially fond of his devious mind. She was not certain if her husband truly loved her and was unconcerned. They had the perfect life together in her opinion. They were together just enough of the time and apart just enough of the time. She knew he adored her just slim enough, tall body, her smaller but adolescently firm breasts, her attractive face and her equally devious mind.

“Play the cat, catch a rat…” She had already come up with a plan. Money was good at the time, so this evening was going to be just for fun. She was feeling particularly hungry in the sexual sense and thought, “Maybe I’ll do more than just catch and play with a rat. Decisions, decisions…” She always had a travel case ready to go, containing various essentials for the games she played. All she needed to do was pack an overnight bag of suitable attire, find a hotel room in the nearby bigger city (she was always careful not to stay at the same hotel too many times in any given year), get in her car and go. On the way, as the car quietly purred down the highway, she put in her CD of Mozart’s Don Giovanni, her favourite opera of seduction and betrayal. She didn’t know Italian but she knew the story.

Arriving at the hotel and parking in the underground, she went up to her mid-range priced room and poured herself some cognac that she had brought along. Sipping the drink, feeling the warmth ooze out into her body, she thought about her location. She was about a mile away from a bar that she thought would do. A bar for the older crowd, the business people who worked in the area’s several blocks of office buildings. Home to some of the business movers and shakers; in other words…rats. She stepped into the shower, shampooed her short black hair, soaped her body and rinsed off, all the while whistling an aria from the opera.

Getting picked up was so much easier if she looked like she wanted to get picked up. Her attitude she didn’t have to worry about. Forest green matching silk panties and bra, sheer black stockings and one of her favourite black party dresses. It hugged her figure while showing only enough of her breasts to look enticing but not skanky. She was after a middle aged business man, not a college jock. Down her waist it followed her figure perfectly and gave her ass the look of two firm feminine globes before ending at mid thigh. A pair of expensive black high heeled open toed shoes and…what for jewellery…yes, pearls. Simple, elegant pearl earrings, a matching pearl necklace which was followed by an engagement ring made up her choice of jewellery.

With her hair dry, she put on a very expensive human hair, long black wig that was taken for real by all but the experts and she was unlikely to be done in by one tonight. Perfume, perfume…yes, with her skin chemistry she had never gone wrong with good old Chanel No.5. A touch with the applicator to her inner wrists and her cleavage, a careful combing out of her wig and she was set. konyaaltı escort Putting on a tailored jacket to make her look like a businesswoman out on the town and taking her “night out” black purse, she went down to the lobby and stepped into a cab.

Five minutes later she was stepping out of the cab and into the Bull Pen bar. Not a western themed placed, but a place for business people who are feeling good about their day. She walked in calmly and with a confident smile, took a seat at the bar that put her one empty seat away from a guy on both sides. ‘Perfect,’ she thought. ‘Now they can go Mano a Mano if they want.’

In response to the bartenders request for her order, she asked for another glass of cognac. Glancing behind the bar at the wall of bottles she said, “Hennessy XO will be fine.” The bartender held up one finger, then two. She was aware of two eyes at either side looking intently as she discretely flashed two fingers back. The bartender smiled and poured the golden liquor into a snifter, first one measure, then another. Giving Mrs. Taylor a quick wink, her poured a bit extra and handed her the glass. She took it and gave it a slight lift in his direction, then took a generous sip. Show time, she thought. She let the liquor stay in her mouth, closed her eyes, sensuously inhaled over it and then let it go down slowly while she let her chest and shoulders relax. Opening her eyes, she murmured, “Exquisite… I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

She had been sitting at the bar for less than sixty seconds but she knew she was attracting stares. The man on her left, who had appeared at her first glance to be a decent looking guy, fit and well dressed, leaned over and said,” As much as I’d like to stay and buy you another one, I do have to go.”

With that he stood up, handed the bartender a twenty and said, “That cognac is on me.” Giving Mrs. Taylor a warm smile he said,” Enjoy,” and he managed to say it like he meant it. Mrs. Taylor just lifted her glass to him in salute and smiled. The man gave the guy on her right a quick but neutral glance and walked away.

The bartender pretended to be busy while Mrs. Taylor turned part way around and gave the bar a once over. It was now about nine in the evening and the place was only about one quarter full. There were a few tables with a couple of guys giving her the “join us” look but Mrs. Taylor instead gave the guy on her right a casual smile. “Hi, I’m Linda, and you are…?” as she held out her hand.

He was about fifty by her guess. He was in a suit that had seen better days and his shirt looked like it had been in the wash too many times. He was working on a middle aged spread and generally gave the impression of middle management and experienced at it. He was also wearing a wedding ring. He was looking a bit nervous and pleasantly surprised at the same time. “Hi there yourself, I’m Ken…but my friends all call me Clutch.” He paused, as if a bit embarrassed. “I…I used to pitch. I was pretty good as a finisher…so…Clutch.”

Mrs. Taylor smiled warmly and said, “I think that’s a great nickname.” She patted the seat beside her and he slid over. As he did, Mrs. Taylor took off her jacket, giving a little extra to ‘The Thrusting of the Breasts’ and the bartended casually took it and hung it up behind the end of the bar.

“I’m here in town on business,” she lied. “And did I have a rough day. My boss is adamant that I complete this deal and the client is being so…so…anal. Going over each word, trying to get this done for less than I’ve put into it, it’s been so…frustrating.” She gave him her “little helpless me” look and then took a very generous hit of the cognac. With slightly misted eyes and pretending not to be used to the stuff she said, “But I did it. It took all day but it’s done, in the bag and I’m celebrating!”

Clutch smiled and said, “Congratulations! Good for you. Just what is it you do?”

“Oh, nothing special,” she said with a casual nod of her head. “I represent a firm of business consultants…problem solvers…not me…I just go out and get an idea of what’s happening and try to work out a contract for the firms services as…fixer uppers.” She looked at him in the eyes and gave him a “so there” smile. She made a point of looking at her engagement ring, and then asked, “And you, what are you doing?”

“Oh…nothing special…I work just around the corner…at an insurance firm…I’m the contract insurance guy…making sure both sides have adequate coverage…if something goes wrong…I was working late today…had dinner with a client and thought I’d stop in here before I…went home.” He gave her a wistful smile as if acknowledging he wasn’t in her league.

‘Half way there, Mrs. Taylor…half way there,’ she said silently.

Mrs. Taylor was well practised in the art of deception. She led Clutch in a general banter of small talk, all the while sipping her cognac a little faster than might be appropriate. She slowly began to appear to be loosening up as the liquor took hold. As the minutes went kültür escort by she spent more time looking Clutch directly in his eyes, smiling more and giving him the unmistakable impression that she was definitely ‘out of town’.

Mrs. Taylor knew that her non-verbal message was getting through. After telling a silly sexual joke, she tossed back the remaining cognac and said, “Clutch, let’s get another drink and go sit at a booth. It’ll be more comfortable and …private.”

His eyes gave away his surprise as he said, “Sure…yeah…bartender, another one for the two of us.” He fumbled for his wallet and Mrs. Taylor let him. Then with drinks in hand they went to the back and settled into a darken booth.

“Say, Linda…I couldn’t help noticing your ring…lucky guy…you’re quite the catch.” He immediately blushed at his possible faux pas. Mrs. Taylor smiled inwardly as he tossed out the obvious but unspoken question, ‘Any chance you will cheat on your fiancé?’

She gave him a reassuring touch on his forearm. “That’s quite alright, Clutch. I like a guy who speaks his mind. And thank you. But I’m not so sure I’m a lucky girl…” She looked down and gave a slight sigh.

“I don’t understand…is there…a problem?” asked Clutch giving her his best ‘I’m here for you’ look.

‘Show time, part two’, thought Mrs. Taylor.

“I’m…I’m…not sure my fiancé…is…committed to me…in fact, I’m pretty sure he isn’t…this is so embarrassing…” She took a generous swallow as if trying to steady her nerves.

“Are you sure,” Clutch asked. “I mean…you’re so…so beautiful…and successful…why would a guy…?” His voice trailed off.

“Oh, I’m sure. At least I think I am,” Mrs. Taylor said with an inner smile. “My friend…my best friend…told me…she has seen him with another girl…when I’m away on business. And I called him tonight earlier…at his place…he wasn’t home…and he seldom is when…I’m gone. I really shouldn’t be burdening you like this, I’m sorry.”

Clutch immediately said, “Oh no, it’s okay…it’s good to talk…about things. I just wish there was something I could do for you…beat the stupid out of the guy or something.” Mrs. Taylor noticed a definite improvement in his sense of self. Good.

“Well,” she said, “I’m going to enjoy this drink, my success today and your company.” She gave Clutch her “I’m going to be okay” smile and took another large hit of the cognac. “Goodness, if I keep this up…I’m going to get tipsy…but I don’t care!” She straightened out her shoulders and said, “If I’m not good enough for him…well…take this, you jerk!” and she slid off her ring, slipped it into her purse and raised her glass to Clutch. “To freedom!” and tossed back the remaining liquor, allowed her self to cough and make a show of squeezing her eyes shut. “So, Clutch, how’s your love life?”

“Linda, I think you’d better slow down. Two doubles and you’re already tipsy.”

“So what?” she asked. “I’m going to go back home, have it out with the jerk and I might as well start the party right now. So, how’s your love life?”

Clutch looked a bit nervous. Linda put out her hand over his and said, “It’s not like we’re ever going to meet again…besides, you said it’s good to talk.”

Clutch shook his head slightly, then looked at Mrs. Taylor and said, “Well…to tell you the truth…not so good.” He paused and Mrs. Taylor remained silent. “The wife and I…married twenty years last summer…and it just doesn’t seem…like it was…hard to explain, really…kind of like…just going through the motions.” He paused again. Mrs. Taylor just nodded her head, encouraging him to go on.

“Jeez…now I can’t believe I’m telling you this…” He looked at her in her eyes and Mrs. Taylor gave him her best ‘I’m here for you’ smile as she gently squeezed his hand. “She won’t talk about it…maybe its menopause…we sleep together but that’s…well, that’s it. Look at me. Now I’m so embarrassed.”

Mrs. Taylor knew the answer to her next question would tell the tale. “Okay for one more, Clutch?” as she held up her empty glass. He looked at her for only a few seconds and made his decision.

“Why not?” He turned to the bar, caught the bartender’s eye and signalled another round, then tossed back the last of his drink.

“Well, Clutch, my new friend…here’s to us…” she said dramatically, after the drinks arrived. They clinked the glasses together and grinned at each other like two high school students who had snuck away from the dance. Mrs. Taylor sat closer and let her thigh touch his. If he was upset by that, he didn’t show it. In fact her thigh against his felt like warmth and he felt a stirring in his groin. He was starting to think that for the first time in twenty years he was going to get lucky. Mrs. Taylor put her glass on the table, squeezed her arms to her sides with her hands in front, accentuating her breasts and said, “You know, starting over isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Thank you, Clutch.”

“Oh, don’t thank me…I’m just…” markantalya escort

“No,” she said in a lowered voice as she let her hands drift to his thigh, “I mean it. I came in here tonight feeling…unwanted…and you’re making me feel so much better.”

He let his hand go to her thigh and said, “You know Linda, I’m feeling better as well and…” He paused as he felt her hand move up his thigh until it was barely inches from his package. Mrs. Taylor could feel that she was getting the desired result. She could feel his groin tighten and as she kept her hand there, his growing erection reached out under his pants and touched her. She felt his hand go up her thigh and she casually reached down to lift her dress hem slightly, inviting him further. His eyes were wide and uncertain but he continued until she felt his fingers move almost to her panty.

She looked at him with her best sincerity smile and gave her head a barely perceptible nod ‘yes’ and slightly parted her legs. With that, he moved slowly again until his fingers were cupping her vulva.

The expression on his face was astonishing, as if he was having serious trouble believing this was happening. Mrs. Taylor expertly kept her face calm as she gave a blissful sigh and closed her eyes. She moved her hand slightly to move her fingers over his erection. ‘Not bad’, she thought. ‘I’m sure I can get it bigger.’ She opened her eyes and gazed into his. “Show me where you work,” she whispered.

He hesitated for only a second. “Yes,” he managed to get out in a husky voice. “But…people here…”

“It’s okay,” Mrs. Taylor whispered. “You get up, say good-bye and leave. I’ll follow in ten minutes.”

“Okay…good idea…” He tossed back his drink like he was drinking his courage and stood up. “Well, it’s been nice meeting you,” in a voice a bit louder than necessary. “I hope your…meeting goes well tomorrow. Good night.” Mrs. Taylor watched as he fumbled to discreetly try and hide his obvious bulge.

“Yes, It’s been good meeting you,” she said with a warm but simple smile. Then in a conspiratorial whisper, she added, “Clutch, you’ve got me so…turned…on.”

Clutch realized he hadn’t quite got his plan together and blushed deeply. Also in a whisper he said, “Go out the door and go left. At the end of the block, turn left and go down two blocks. I’ll be waiting.”

“Good night then,” Mrs. Taylor said in her normal voice. Clutch was so nervous he could hardly stop shaking.

Mrs. Taylor was reasonably sure he would be waiting. She slowly sipped her cognac and wondered how she was going to play this guy. ‘I’ll just have to see how this goes,’ she said to herself. She reached into her purse, got the ring and slipped it back on. As she sat quietly waiting, a guy from the front of the bar gave her a looking over, got up and headed her way. He gave her the usual “I’m vaguely interested” smile and asked, “All alone now? I thought that guy would never leave.”

Mrs. Taylor gave him a polite “no” smile and said, “I really have to be going now. Big day tomorrow…but thank you anyway.”

She walked up to the bar, was handed her jacket and she passed a twenty to the bartender. “I have to give someone something,” and putting on her jacket, gave the man a knowing smile which he was professional enough not to give back.

Turning the corner, Mrs. Taylor could see Clutch by the streetlight, pacing back and forth two blocks down. She walked towards him with just a slightly exaggerated roll of her hips and watched as his eyes drank her in like she was cool water on a desert island. Clutch must have been very nervous because he moved well away from the light and tried to blend into the darkness of the shadows. ‘My, my’ thought Mrs. Taylor. ‘This is going to be fun.’

On reaching Clutch, she took him in her arms and putting one leg up and around him, gave him a passionate kiss on his mouth. He held still but he body tensed. “Not here,” he croaked.

Mrs. Taylor ran her hand over his still enlarged penis and said, “Okay.” He looked around as if he was a spy and motioned to the building front door. Fumbling with his keys, he managed to unlock it and almost pulled her inside. Mrs. Taylor just let him have his anxieties and gave him another kiss, this time taking his hand and holding it to her breast.

He gulped and managed to say, “Upstairs…elevator…over here.” He punched the elevator button like he was being chased by the Hounds of Hell. Mrs. Taylor could almost hear him thinking, ‘Come on…come on…’

In the elevator, Mrs. Taylor clamped her mouth over his and massaged his penis. His hand flew to her dress and under, than went straight for her labia, stroking his finger up and down. Mrs. Taylor gave him a deep moan and let her head go back. He attacked her neck with his mouth and for a second, she was worried about an adolescent hickey. The elevator stopped and as the door opened, he took her hand and led her down the darkened hallway, stopping in front of a set of glass double doors with ‘Craigleigh and Fisher-Insurance Brokers’ on the door in gold paint. Again, he fumbled with the keys and finally got one door open. Mrs. Taylor stepped in feigning lust and closed the door, locking it. “Clutch…take me…take me now…I’m so hot for you…”

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My job requires that I travel on business and it had allowed me to see most of the U.S. at no personal expense. Business had taken me to a mid size town in the center of Pennsylvania. It is an old town that grew in size during the last two decades which made the city a land of chain stores and fast food restaurants. Typically of smaller cities, there isn’t much for a traveler to do after hours. Thank god for the internet and 800 chat lines. After a few travels there, I found one local chat line that had ladies from the region that would lead to phone sex and sometimes physical encounters. During one late winter travel, I was safe and warm in the hotel room while inches of snow was filling up the parking lot. I chanced on speaking with a “Hanna” on the chat line. This eventually led to a hotel romp with her and a local father with his daughter.

I was on the last plane to arrive because of the snow that started to fall in the area. It was a slow drive with the rental car from the airport to the hotel with a few inches of fallen snow on the ground. After checking in, I ate at the hotel restaurant then settled in for the evening. The ground eventually had eight inches of snow before it stopped. From experience there was bound to be good hunting on chat lines because snow bound people have little else to do. After cruising through the voice ads of 60 women on line and leaving messages with some, a new caller’s ad come through the system. Her name was Hanna.

She described herself as attractive, around 25, with some piercings, and into goth. Her voice sounded pleasant enough to leave a reply message and I have found that people into “goth” on the chat lines usually end up in very sexually charged conversations. We exchanged some messages both and forth then I received a message from her inviting me for a live conversation. After pressing the three button on the phone keypad accepting her invitation, this pleasant “hello” came over the receiver. We exchanged some introductions and began some small talk in response to some basic questions. Some of the questions were; what do you look like, what do you like to do, what kind of music do you like, and where are you from.

After the introductory chat, the conversation grew more sexual. We discussed what we liked sexually and talked about some of the things that we had done that was out of the ordinary range of sex. She enjoyed being with more than one individual and was bi. Hanna said that she enjoyed dressing goth at times especially for sex but usually she dressed normal mainly because of her good job. The town hadn’t grown that big to where she wouldn’t stand out as “one of those people”. Surprisingly the conversion did not end in phone sex. She had to be up early in the morning and it was getting late into the evening but she did give me her phone number. She wanted to meet in person and preferred real sex to phone sex. I called Hanna the next day and we set up a time to meet on the day before I would leave town. It was going to be lunch but it was the only time that worked into our schedules that week.

Lunch was to be at a local chain restaurant which was a safe place for first meetings. I arrived a few minutes early and arranged for a quiet table for two then let the hostess know that I was expecting my party in a few minutes and if a “Hanna” arrived, to bring her to my table. I had just taken sip from my water glass when the hostess came to my table with an attractive woman in tow. We exchanged smiles and hellos as she sat across from me. Hanna had dyed jet black hair cut similar to the villainess in the latest Indy movie, average build, and pale green eyes. She looked very striking in her light yellow business suit coat with matching skirt and black blouse. Outside of the dark hair, there was nothing goth about her appearance. At first glance, we were attracted to each other which was surprising. People on the chat lines often lie about their looks and ages then are disappointed when they meet in person.

The conversation over salads was very agreeable and lively. After picking up the check, Hanna asked if my hotel was close by. It was and we went back for a quick one as we both had business to return to. It was very good for both of us and we made a promise to get together on my return visit. The following month I was back in town and her number was my first call. Hanna was happy to hear from me and we made arrangements for her to come to my hotel the following evening. Around seven o clock that following evening there was a knock on the door. I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door to a different Hanna. Heavy eye makeup surrounded those green eyes and her black leather coat reached down to her knee high lace up black stiletto boots. She strutted into my room and took a bottle of scotch from the inside coat pocket then placed it on the work desk. Hanna slipped off her thin black leather gloves and with a smile, she removed her coat revealing herself in a corset with black stockings and garters.

I brought 2 plastic cups and a bucket konyaaltı escort of ice to the table. We shared conversation over iced scotches. Once we were done with our second drink, Hanna stood and removed her corset. Her naked body was again revealed to me except this time she had her nipples pierced with rings and jewelry in her naval. The remaining clothing was removed and we traversed to the king sized bed. We made love for an hour or so and during that time she never removed her boots. The pillow talk that followed made my next business travel an experience of a lifetime.

“Ummm… That was great. You have this much fun with everyone from the lines?” I asked.

“Well you know the lines.” smiled Hanna. “You never know who you will meet or what will happen but this was great fun.”

I got up from the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. I handed Hanna the towel then poured another drink into the cups. Hanna wedged the towel between her thighs and accepted the drink from my extended hand. “Do you always wear the boots?” I teased.

She took a sip and said, “I get a kick out of having them on. Not often that I can go goth. Did it bother you?”

I smiled, “No. I have been with women that kept their high heels on but never been with anyone that kept their boots on. I imagine that some of the people that you meet really get off on foot wear.”

Hanna laughed and choked a little on her drink. “Sorry. I was thinking of something funny that happened when you mentioned the boots. I have a small foot fetish that I like to indulge once in awhile. I meet this guy online who was totally into it. It started out as fun and kinky but it progressed into just silliness…… You really don’t want to know.”

I smiled back and said, “You meet all kinds. The chat lines has everything imaginable, real or fantasy. I guess the goth thing attracts more people with more than normal tastes?”

“Well, I piqued your interest didn’t I.” grinned Hanna. “What attracted you to my voice ad? What desires are you hiding behind your normal exterior?”

“That night Iwas just looking for some good phone sex.” I said. “People who talk about goth stuff usually end up in some hot conversations. At least that has been my experience. On top of that I liked the sound of your voice.”

“I have been told that a lot.” she replied. “I don’t think my voice is that erotic but guys seem to think so. Even some women.”

I settled back in bed next to Hanna. After taking a sip of scotch, I asked “Do you meet a lot of women from the lines?”

“Just a few” said Hanna. “Most women on the line are into the fantasy but wouldn’t really do girl girl sex. I know that is every guy’s fantasy too. You ever been with two girls or watched girls together. For real, I mean.”

“Just on the net or in movies.” I sighed. “I have been in threesomes but it was with couples, I mean just a man and a woman.”

“Oh, those are fun” smiled Hanna. “You ever do bi.. like…. with those other couples?”

“One time” and I paused, “It was something that my friend’s wife always wanted to see. It was her birthday and we did it for her. If they weren’t good friends that I was close to…..I probably wouldn’t have tried it.”

“Did you enjoy it?” grinned Hanna.

“Yes and no” I said. “I mean it was fun and his wife really got off on it. But I am not really attracted to guys so………I guess if just the right situation to occur again, I would. I did enjoy having a guy suck me. I’m not so sure I was so skilled at giving head. My friend didn’t get off and maybe it was me or maybe he couldn’t get into the bi thing….even for his wife.”

” Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, men” teased Hanna. “I’m particular about my women. That is why I haven’t hooked up with that many. Most that are bi or gay women on the chat lines tend to be really heavy. Not that I have anything against heavy people….I’m just not into sex with heavy people.”

“What is the wildest thing you get asked about on the lines? I asked.

“Just curious or are you indulging in fantasies?” joked Hanna. “I guess there is one subject that comes up a lot. I mean outside of the usual…are you bi, into anal, like cum on your face sort of stuff. I guess it’s because of the Manson music associated with the goth lifestyle. I get asked about incest a lot.”

“Really” then I asked, “Callers just being curious if you are into it or have done it? Have you?”

“Now who is curious?” asked Hanna. “Have you indulged?”

“No” I said. “I am an only child and my parents were conservative. I guess my wilder life makes up for that conservative upbringing. I’m not adverse to incest. It’s just the situation has never presented itself. I have fantasized about being in a threesome with a brother and sister couple……And back to you.”

“You know, men who are the only child seem to be pretty wild from my experience” said Hanna. “Must be all the attention you get from your parents which makes you so self indulgent outside the norm. But back to you kültür escort question. I haven’t done anything within my family. They were religious folk like a lot of people in this part of Pennsylvania and certainly looked down on that sort of thing. I am such the black sheep of the family. No goth pun intended. I have talked to a lot of people online about incest and they have told me a lot of their personal stories whether these are real or just made up. But…….I have met a few that are really into family love.”

“How so were they into family love?” I asked. “Like……”

“I have met a couple father and daughter couples.” she said nonchalantly. “No brothers or sisters. I did meet one mother daughter couple but I really can’t talk about it.” Most of the people I met were doing it as an expression of their love for each other. I mean there wasn’t anything violent or forced.”

“Wow” I exclaimed. “That sounds so wild. I thought most people on the chat lines just BS’ed about that. Hard to imagine that some incestuous couples really meet others so openly. What about that mother daughter thing?”

“Careful your perverted side is showing.” teased Hanna. “I can’t really talk about it for a number of reasons. Maybe if I get to really know you better, I might tell you. I prefer to be discreet on that one. So don’t ask again or beg.”

“Consider it dropped.” I said reassuringly.

“Since we are on the subject.” She said. “And you sound like you would enjoy this sort of thing. I have met a guy that lives nearby from the lines. He is nice …attractive… and not bad in bed. Anyway. He has told me that he is involved with his daughter. He would like to see her in a bi scene and wanted to know if I was interested.”

“Are you?” I asked with curiosity.

“Yes” she said. “I have never met her but he showed me a picture of her. Very cute. He has told me that they have talked about it and she would like to try it.”

“And where do I fit in?” I asked.

“Well, you have a fantasy about seeing two girls together and you seem to have more than a passing interest in the family fun.” smiled Hanna. “And I’m a little of unsure of this guy even though we have met a few times.”

“So I’m a bit of security on your side?” I asked.

“I would feel more comfortable.” said Hanna. “I mean like this guy and all but there is something I’m not sure about..especially when he talks about his daughter . Probably just being suspicious. Chat line jitters you know.”

“I wouldn’t think that I would be welcomed by this guy.” I said. “It really is about you and his daughter. He may be very uncomfortable with his daughter and me in the room. His daughter might not be happy about me being there either.”

“I think he is the kind of person that wants to watch this bi scene so bad that he wouldn’t mind a few extra bodies in the room. That’s just how it will be for him.” she said. “Whether he is happy about it or not. That is unless you want to pass?”

“Oh I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” I said eagerly. “It will have to be next month when I’m in town again.”

“Certainly” Hanna slyly smiled. “This is going to take a bit to set up anyway. Just let me know which week you are in so I get things arranged. That is if they agree.”

“I will let you know in advance as soon as I know my schedule next month.” I said. “And I understand there are no promises on this one. You sure this is for real and you’re not just playing with me.”

“As real as the two of us in bed right now.” grinned Hanna. “You know it’s still early. Got time for one more?”

Hanna and I picked up where we left off earlier and continued our love making until around midnight. Then she insisted on leaving since he had an early morning call. I offered to have her spend the night in my room but she declined and left. The thought of being with Hanna and this father daughter combination stayed on my mind for the next few weeks. There was a flurry of calls later that month back and forth between Hanna and myself. At first it was not going to happen then it was on. After I had my schedule arranged, I let Hanna know when I would be back. I even managed to have the company to cover my trip for a Friday night stay with a late Saturday return. It was supposed to be for a big business deal but it was more about my big deal. My mind was concentrating more on sex in Pennsylvania then business there. I can honestly say that business trip was a waste of business time but what a time for me personally.

Once I was back in town and settled in my hotel room, I contacted Hanna. Everything was still on for Friday night. We arranged to have dinner on Wednesday and have some fun afterwards if our schedules permitted. It was at the same restaurant where we had lunch a couple of months earlier. I arrived first and secured a table then about fifteen minutes later Hanna entered the restaurant. Since we both came straight from business activities, Hanna and I were in our business attire. We exchanged hugs and a kiss then continued markantalya escort to chat over a glass of wine or two. We eventually ordered dinner and in soft voices discussed Friday night.

“So everything is still on?” I asked.

Hanna wicked smiled “Sure is. This guy seemed very eager the last time I talked to him.”

“What are there names?” I asked. “It has been fairly mysterious to this point. Did you talk to them in person?”

“I don’t know who is more eager? You or the father.” she smiled. “Their names are Levi and Ami. I know what you are thinking.. Levi.. really? Remember you are in Amish, Quaker, and Pennsylvania Dutch country. Biblical names are common here. I have only spoken with him over the phone about this. I haven’t seen him in person in months.”

“You sound like you are anxious to do this too..” I said. “So, what is the plan?”

“I have to admit that I am looking forward to Friday.” she said. “Levi said his wife is going to Philadelphia that Friday to visit friends and wouldn’t be back until Sunday. He and his daughter are free til then. We are to meet here at this restaurant and have an early dinner together. Nice safe public place to get to know each other and see where it goes from there. A lot depends on Ami taking a liking to us. If everyone is agreeable, we go to your hotel room. If not, it will be just you and I going to the hotel.”

“Is Ami into goth?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” replied Hanna. “Levi has never mentioned it and you couldn’t tell by the photo I saw. I’m not dressing up for that evening. It may be too much for his daughter on the first meeting.”

“Besides it isn’t close to Halloween.” I joked.

“I see you want your hand to be your friend tonight.” She teased back.

“I think that I would rather be with Hanna than Mr. Hand. I replied. “So, how old are Levi and Ami?”

“I’m not sure about Levi.” Hanna paused. “My guess is he is about late 30ish. He told me that his daughter is 18.”

Dinner was consumed by this time and I was eager for a romp with Hanna for dessert. I suggested, with a smile “Let’s say I pick up the check and we go back to my room.” Hanna grinned and nodded. We left the table after I placed some cash under my water glass then stopped by the cashier to pay off the bill. Hanna followed me in her car as I drove the short distance back to the hotel. She stayed for a couple of hours then left. The next evening I was so horny thinking about the weekend. I started to cruise the chat lines for some fun conversation and jacked myself off after a three hour session then I drifted to sleep. Work on that Friday seemed to slowly tick away and after my last call, I rushed back to the hotel. I showered and changed then left for the restaurant.

I got a table for four towards a quiet area at the back of the restaurant. I sat in a chair where I could have a view of the people entered the restaurant. I was anxious and a bit jittery waiting for everyone to arrive. I was hoping that Hanna wouldn’t be late and arrive soon. Even my drink hadn’t calmed me down. I felt more relaxed when I saw Hanna walk with the hostess to my table. We exchanged broad smiles as she sat down. “Ready” I said. Hanna nodded and asked the passing waitress for a drink.

“Glad I got here when I did.” Hanna said quietly. “Traffic on the interstate is backed up. I hoping to get here sooner but it worked out. Didn’t want them to think we didn’t show up.”

“I wouldn’t have recognized them as I have never seen them before. They wouldn’t know me from Adam.” I said. “Well…I hope they show up.”

Hanna received her drink and said “He should. I spoke with Levi last night and nothing had changed in their plans. They were coming straight from the airport after dropping off his wife.”

“Does his wife know of any of this?” I asked.

“I talked to Levi about that some time ago.” Hanna replied. “His wife has no clue that he is banging their daughter. Seems that Ami and her mother don’t get along. Probably no secret conversions about daddy love between them.” Time still continued to drag along as the restaurant started to fill with customers.

Hanna was sitting to my right with almost the same view that I had and was watching the entrance as well. Then she pointed to the couple that was suddenly at the hostess podium. Hanna quickly left the table and walked to the hostess area. After standing there for a few seconds, the three followed the hostess to the table. I stood up and shook Levi’s hand then introduced myself. Levi was close to six feet in height with a medium build, broad shoulders, and brown hair with gray around his sideburns and temples. He was dressed casually in a black polo shirt and white khaki slacks. Then I introduced myself to Ami and clasped her extended hand with both of mine in a light calming handshake. Ami was about tall, about five foot six, thin, with the same shade of brown hair as her father, and blue eyes. Her hair was parted in the middle and left long, flowing to the middle of her back. Her face was rather plain but an attractive quality about it. Ami did have a wide mouth and when she spoke to say hello, she revealed a set of braces covering her upper teeth. The four of us took our seats and began some small talk.

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Allow me to introduce myself; I am Rajat (my alias), now 36-year-old man, happily married. I had a very good relationship with my wife’s friend, Rashmi, She used to confide in me about her boyfriends and all the other matters. One fine day, in the winter of 1997, I got an opportunity and I made love to her, she was not a virgin. The relationship started, there were no emotional strings attached, it was just plain physical relation. It lasted about a year and a half and then she got married and lived happily with her husband.

After three years of her married life, I decided to pay her a visit. I reached her home one fine Tuesday morning. She is surprised to find me there at her doorstep, tired and haggard from the travel. She welcomes me in and seats me in her living room.

She gets me a glass of water, sits across from me, and asks about others. I reply to her, but my mind is elsewhere. After some idle chitchat, I make my move; I get up and go close to her. I hold her hand and sit besides her. I tell her how much I love her and how much I miss her. I ask her to come closer, but the word that comes out of her trembling lips is NO. I caress her hand and speak to her, to ease her up. I take my other hand and place it on her left cheek and I lightly brush her cheek and earlobe. She tells me that she feels guilty and I tell her that there is no cheating in this. Slowly, my other hand caressing her hand moves upwards caressing her arm, reaches her shoulder. The earlier hand is now playing with her hair and brushing the skin around her ears. She moans out “Rajat, No,” I move my face closer and kiss her. She is reluctant at first, but then she moves with the flow, her lips open to kiss me back, her arms move to my sides. My one hand is caressing her neck and the other is on her back as we linger our kiss. I break away from her lips and kiss her eyes and ears, then I kiss her neck and she moans out “Rajaaaaaaaat.” My arms go around her in a tight embrace, she responds by clutching my upper body. We hug and I say, “Ohh! Rashmi, I love you, Darling!”

Then, my right hand goes to her side and finds the slit on her Kameez from there it enters bahis firmaları her clothes. She gasps as my hand touches the bare skin of her waist. My hand explores her side and her back, her skin feels like silk, and then it moves over towards her braless, freely suspended, pendulous breasts. She sags backwards as my palm engulfs her breasts. I raise her shirt with my other hand and fondle her juicy globes, teasing her nipples with my palms. She is now ecstatic, her head is thrown back and her eyes closed and her chest is heaving, I remove her shirt entirely and my eyes feast in the pleasure of her sensuous and divine body. I come on top of she and kiss her shoulders and then run my tongue on her erect, chocolaty nipples, she engulfs my head in her arms as I start suckling on her breasts.

She run her fingers through my hair and slither her forearms across as I nibble and suckle on her two tits alternately, while my hand is swirling on her soft and smooth belly. We are now in throes of passion, with caution thrown to winds for the others in this world. Our bodies wriggle and mingle with each other. My hand travels lower, slips in through the band of her lowers, moves towards her smooth, and shave triangle of desire. She gasps as the tip of finger finds her slickly moist nether lips. She turn sideways and loosen her legs and I move upward nibbling her breasts as my finger start twirling around in her moist hole. She moans out in intense pleasure as my thumb finds for throbbing clit and the fingers whirl around her vulva, weaving magic with their touch. As raise myself up on me knees, and position myself towards her legs. My hand momentarily disengages itself from her cunt and comes out quickly to the waistband of her lowers. Her hoarse voice, choking with passion, futilely tries to call out a NO and feeble hands try to hold the process of removal of her last piece of clothes. Now she are nude as the day she were born, my eyes feast in the sight of a beautiful denuded woman. Naked she looks picturesque and wholesome, ready for consummation. My hands caress her inner thighs and I come between her legs removing my shirt. The hands move outwards towards kaçak iddaa her full hips as my face moves lower towards her juicy vulva. She gasp out aloud and grab my hair as my tongue makes contact with her labial lips. I suck on her cunt as she writhe around in ecstasy, my tongue feast on her clit and slithers in and out of her vagina. She writhes around and I suck on and on. Her juices are streaming out; she is out of control in throes of passion. My tongue brings to her brink; her body shudders and deep within the floodgates open. I hear her shrieks and I feel the vibrations of coming storm, I move my thumb to her clit and massage it furiously, the other finger finds her anus and circles on it. Her Shrieks deepen and she manically moves her hips up and down. Her shrieks turn into a long spine chilling scream, her body tenses and she grabs and smashes my head to her cunt as she orgasms releasing all her bodily juice on my face.

She lets go of herself, she is resting on the divan, exhausted and sated, her eyes are closed and body naked and the head thrown back in deep slumber rejoicing the in the aftermath of her all-powerful release. I raise myself and regard her content face and glowing body. She looks marvellous, as beautiful as Venus herself. I get up, strip to my boxer shorts, and fetch a light blanket from her bedroom. I lie down besides her and cover us up with the blanket. I hold her and run my hands over her naked body as she recuperates from this bout of passion.

After relaxing for sometime, she come to, she feel me lying besides she. She wraps her arms around me and nuzzles up her gratification to me. She holds me tightly and smooch me deeply. She says, “Rajat, I feeling like devouring you.”

She and I then became aware of my hardness. I remove my shorts and throw off the blanket; my enormous penis came in the view with a raging hard on, its head bulbous and veins throbbing. The sight of my dark and massive manhood, which is much larger than her husband’s makes her body shudder and her cunt twitch from within in anticipation. I ask her to touch it and she reaches out and fondles its length lovingly.

I say, “Ringo kaçak bahis has also missed you a lot.”

She tells me, “I would make it up to Ringo” .

We get up and go to her bedroom; the same bedroom where her innocent husband had presumed that he had deflowered her virginity; where for past 3 years she has been copulating with her husband. On the same bed, I would now screw her. We lay down kissing on her nuptial bed. A feeling of victory arises in me, as I now know that I have won she over from the man who wedded her and I would screw her into oblivion on his bed.

I open her legs and come in between them. I start rubbing my penis up and down her Vulva; I look down and see the gleaming lips. Her vagina moistens and I thrust my penis inside she. She start moaning “Rajat, Rajat” as my penis slithers in and clamp her legs on my waist, her arms cling on to my back. I penetrate she up to the hilt of my cock and feel the familiar tight muscle at the mouth of her pussy clamping on my inserted rod. I grab her hips and start stroking in and out. She is writhing in passion and moaning out my name as I build up the tempo. Feeling of a cock, much larger than her husband’s drives her up the hill. I alternate between long and short strokes, but fast and furious strokes. The tempo builds up, her body stiffens and a shrill screams start from within she, her limbs clutch my body fiercely.

She screams out as another profound orgasm builds up, ” eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkhhhhhhhh.”

I increase the ferocity of my thrusts, her cunt muscles clamp my cock franticly, she digs her nails in my back, her mouth clutches mine as she clings to me severely in the throes of the orgasm. I keep on thrusting, she collapses under me and releases the passionate grip. I ask her, pounding continuously, “Did you like it.” Her content face is my answer. My pace increases as my penis starts to throb and I could feel building up of my orgasm. The sensation starts from my prostrate and I feel the rush. Then all of a sudden, my semen bursts out with a force washing her insides. I sigh and collapse on her as I come with her.

I left her house three hours later, after screwing her thrice, once in her arse. I gave her numerous orgasms and now am certain that her husband would have a hard time matching my performance.

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As the title states, this is the second part to my first story “Meeting Claire”. You may want to read my first story to get the background. I have tried to incorporate suggestions from my first story, but as I see myself not as a writer but as the “accidental scribe” I’m sure there is more I can learn. Please enjoy the story for what it is and feel free to leave any constructive ideas. Thanks and enjoy.

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Our ride to the hotel…

Claire and I quickly walked towards the Maybach, hardly containing out excitement and anticipation of what was yet to come for the remainder of this night. The driver met us at the passenger rear door and held it open wide for us dart through and onto the luxurious leather back seats. As I stooped to enter, I gave our driver Ryan a quick but subtle nod and a smile, then quickly sat down next to her; turning towards Claire our hands and lips immediately found each other. Our kisses were full of life, energy and the raw unconstrained passion of two lovers discovering each other for the first time.

Claire’s lips were full, warm, and wet from the evening’s prior excitement and arousal. Her tongue subservient to mine as I explored her waiting mouth with unbridled craving. I pulled Claire’s body next to mine as my hands explored her youthful body once again, seeking her firm yet tender breasts and her supple nipples that were once again firm and sensitive from her aroused state. As our lips parted and tongues disengaged, we sat back in a brief respite and took a long deep breath as we sensed the subtle engagement of the Mayback’s transmission.

Our driver Ryan pulled the car briskly away from the curb and proceeded to drive slow and purposefully through the downtown streets of Toronto. The plush interior of the Maybach caressed our bodies as I set the dimmable back interior lights to a low glow, which offset the fierce fire of raw passion I could barley contain inside me. We held hands, Claire’s finger’s intertwined in mine. As we rounded the corner I leaned over to Claire, placed my lips next to her ear and whispered, “You were absolutely sexy, stimulating, tantalizing, and delicious up there Claire. Are you ready to continue our evening?”

Claire looked expectantly into my eyes, eager to know, to feel, to experience what I had in mind for the next stage of our grand evening. Though I had not anticipated her throwing caution and faithfulness to her fiancé away this early in to the weekend, I quickly readjusted my plans, maintained full control of the evening. I knew exactly what I desired, what I was going to have Claire do, and how I was going to turn her away from him and make her mine, not only for tonight nor for this weekend, but for as long as I desired her.

Leaning my upper body over the center consul in the back, I nibbled on Claire’s ear lobe, caressed her face with my right hand, and then softly whispered into her ear, “Claire, move over here, in front of me so I may look into your eyes.” Leaning back, I reinforced my command through the slight motion of my head, a glance of eyes, and the sly grin that had spread across my face. Taking Claire’s hand, she moved gracefully over the consul separating our bucket seats and kneeled in front of me, facing me, from between my legs that were parted. I had released her hand and she placed them both at my knees and preceded to slowly slide them up to my thighs so she could maintain our contact.

Commands at this point were unnecessary and I didn’t have to tell Claire what bahis firmaları I wanted; she knew by the intense look of sexual desire in my eyes what I wanted, what I demanded. As much as I was in control, I was now about to relinquish some of it and she understood this all too well. I would now be given myself into her hands, as she had in the sky above Toronto, and she was prepared to demonstrate to me that she was willing and able to be entrusted with my deepest vulnerabilities.

Deftly and quickly Claire released my belt, unzipped the zipper and shrugged my pants down past my knees onto the floor of the back seat, quickly demonstrating to me that she was now in control, even if for only this short period of time. As Claire moved her gazed from my eyes down my body, she saw my hardness pressing firmly against my boxer briefs, straining to be released and feel the warmth of her touch and eventually the pleasure of her mouth.

I now laid back completely into the rich leather of the bucket seat as Claire slid her left hand inside my briefs, wrapping her hand and warm fingers around my pulsing cock, feeling my full heft once again. The softness of Claire’s palm and warmth of her hand had an immediate and ever intensifying stimulating effect on me. A distinguishing feeling heightened my arousal. What was that?

It was Claire’s engagement ring, on the ring finger of her left hand, the hand she reached out with and was using to explore my long, hard shaft and stimulate me. I let out a deep, long moan of pleasure, knowing what I was achieving this night; separating you from your fiancé, your feelings of love you may have had for him and from what ever morality you thought you possessed.

My thoughts briefly returned once again to Zoe. What would she be thinking right now if she saw Claire, touching and pleasuring me? How I longed to have Zoe like I have had Claire, in heat and full of desire and pleasuring me as I command. Will Zoe come as hard as Claire did when I tell her about this weekend?

My thoughts and feelings quickly returned to the present as I watched Claire lean forward and place a soft, warm, wet kiss upon the tip of my head. Claire looked up into my eyes, telling me without words me how much she loved my penis, erect and in her control.

Claire very quickly started to run her tongue around the whole head, her tongue eager to explore every ridge and the area around my tip. I knew she could taste the residue from our earlier explosions and she was truly enjoying it and she couldn’t get enough with your next move being to slide your lips and mouth as far down my hard cock that you could.

My body was transformed into a state of bliss, my eyes now closed and my breathing coming in long, deep cycles as I felt my cock head touch the back of her throat, resulting in my releasing of an audible sigh of pleasure. Claire’s mouth felt so amazing and all I could think about was waking up every morning to this most wonderful of sensations.

Ever slowly Claire devoured my hard cock; my head passing over her tongue, against her inner cheek walls, and down to the back her throat, consuming my wholeness eagerly. Your mouth, tongue, and wet throat were some of the most incredible sensations a man could experience. Your fiancé chose wise in this regard.

I laid my hands on her head, my fingers sinking into her soft, flowing, golden hair; not to direct her, but to engage yet another one of my senses, my sense a touch, to heighten my own pleasure. My hands kaçak iddaa followed Claire’s head as she started a natural rocking motion, her mouth moving effortlessly up and down my shaft.

Claire developed a sensual, soothing, yet erotic rhythm, her lips sealed around my cock, tongue stroking and twirling around my whole shaft, starting with the tip and ending with it flicking against my sack. I felt her warm breath against the bare skin of my inner thigh with each pass as she buried her nose into my body.

Feeling out of breath, I whispered to Claire, “Mmm, Oh Claire, this feels so utterly amazing; I love this feeling, please…don’t stop. I don’t want you to stop. I love how your lips…your mouth…and your tongue feel Claire.”

To express the control Claire had taken, she changed her technique, moving to lollypop licking, starting at the base of my hardness and then dragging her wet tongue up in a licking motion. Each lick started in a slightly different location until she had completed a full circle around my cock; after which Claire started to suck on and massage my balls one at a time.

Claire varied the pressure used throughout, alternating between a soft and gentle, barely there touch to a more firm and intentional stroke. She also mixed in different kisses and hand stroking that drove me absolutely wild which brought me almost to a climatic explosion several times.

The heat from Claire’s oral activity raised the temperature in my body and thus the car. I could hardly contain myself but exploding was not what I wanted at this moment. I wanted to continue to experience the pleasure Claire’s oral skills were generating.

My eyes had rolled into the back of my head a long time ago so I had not noticed when she had unzipped her dress and removed her brassiere. How quickly I realized it though when I felt you slide my cock out from her wet mouth and in between her full, warm, soft breasts. I opened my eyes, observing the beautiful sight of my cock emerging from between her breasts as she rubbed them along my shaft.

Claire’s lips and tongue greeted my hard, wet cock each time it emerged from between her breasts and I could feel a renewed sense of warmth and wetness. Her nipples where perky, hard, and I could feel them against the inside of my thighs. I couldn’t help but think “Oh Zoe, just wait until I run my cock between your breasts.”

Leaning forward, Claire starting kissing my thighs and abdomen as I continued to enjoy her breasts against my cock. I loved the feeling of her beautiful, full lips against my skin. I could sense she too was deriving immense pleasure from playing with my cock, but I wanted to know how much. Opening my eyes, I looked into her beautiful baby blues and asked to taste her wetness.

Claire obliged by sliding her hand under her dress and plunged her index and middle fingers up into her pussy. I watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth fell open as Claire’s palm pressed firmly against her clit. Reluctantly, she removed her fingers and slid them past my lips and onto my waiting tongue. “Mmmmmm…Claire. You taste so sweet.”

I watched as Claire went to slide her fingers back into her waiting pussy, however I quickly stopped her. “Claire, not yet…I will take care of you again soon enough.”

The smile on Claire’s face conveyed both a sense of anticipation and frustration. Claire now knew that this evening was far from over, yet she needed to touch herself, to pleasure herself, to release kaçak bahis all of the pent up sexual energy she had building up as we drove endlessly around downtown Toronto.

Once again I placed my hands over Claire’s head, this time to guide Claire back onto my hard and aroused cock so I may bring myself to a full release of my cum into the depths of her throat. I wanted her to taste me, the new man in her life whom she has chosen this night to be with as long as I desire her. Quickly, her mouth once again engulfed me and I could feel my cock tickling the back of her throat.

This time I was rougher, pushing my cock past her lips and over her tongue; deeper into her throat. She wanted to gag at first, but quickly adapted to me and was able to take all of me in. I started picking up the pace, fucking her mouth and throat as I firmly grasped her head of hair, establishing a quick piston like pace.

I told Claire to suck my cock, to feel me, to enjoy where I was because this is where I will be every day.

“Claire, ooooh Claire. Yes, this is so fucking good Claire. I want to cum for you Claire. I want to cum down your throat”

Claire’s expressive eyes told me everything I needed to know. She was eager to please me, to taste, me, to have me cum past her lips, her tongue and into her throat. Her eagerness was quickly transformed into rhythmic bobbing of her head up and down at a pace faster than I had established, her tongue pressing against the most erogenous areas of my erect cock. I felt the intensity of my excitement rise, the pressure of her suction increasing and then I felt it, her hand tenderly wrapping around my ball sack and with a gentle squeeze…I couldn’t contain myself anymore.

“Claire…I’m cumming baby. I’m cumming, oh fuck I’m cumming.”

I threw me head back hard against the supple headrest of the seat, my hips thrusting forward so I could have as much of me inside her mouth. I felt her lips against my sack and inner thighs, her tongue laying against the underside of my cock, and I sensed her eyes looking up at me full of excitement and desire.

As I exploded past Claire’s lips she felt my thick streams of cum, which began deep in my balls, flood her mouth. My cock was harder and thicker than I had ever experienced before. Claire felt my cum surge through the full length of my cock which then exploded forth from me onto her tongue and down her throat. Spurt after spurt after spurt…and then, as my body quieted, Claire felt my last rope of semen signaling my final release.

As I watch Claire swallow my last drop we both realized how powerful of an experienced this had been for the both of us. She had taken another man into your hands, past her lips and into her hungry mouth. Claire’s fidelity to the man she was soon to pledge her honor to and be faithful was discarded without thought so she could exercise her wanton and passionate sexual desires.

Claire laid her head down upon my bare thigh after my now softening cock slipped from her warm mouth, her lips gently kissing the head of my cock as she continued to gently hold it in her hand. Using my left hand, I stroked her hair expressing both my pleasure and gratitude for what she had just provided to me.

Looking down upon her I told Claire what a great cocksucker she was and I whispered a soft thank you. Leaning forward, I raised her head and lips. I kissed Claire fully on her mouth, my tongue having darted past her lips to find her waiting tongue, remnants of my taste still on it. We kissed for several unending minutes before the driver cracked the partition and announced our pending arrival at my hotel.

I could hardly contain my excitement and desire to get to the room.

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It was four in the afternoon, and Justin was buried in paperwork at his desk. The bar was very quiet: a couple of regulars had just staggered into the daylight, and Sheila the bartender was slicing lemons and limes for happy hour. She waved at Chelsea D’Enfer as she walked through the bar toward the office. “Justin’s at his desk,” she said, “and he’s been there since one. I’m glad you’re here; he needs a break.”

“Thanks, Sheila,” Chelsea said, “How’s tricks?”

Sheila smiled. “Not bad, not bad. My little boy made green belt at karate yesterday.”

“Congratulations.” Chelsea went down the small hallway that led to the office. Beyond it was the stairway down to the special rooms that Justin was renovating. She smiled as she remembered the glory hole session with Prudence, and knocked brightly at the office door.

A grunted, “Come” greeting her and a large smile once Justin realized who it was. “It’s great to see you, Chelsea, welcome.” He stood up and walked over to embrace her and give her a big, open-mouthed kiss on the lips. Breaking, he said, “It’s been too long, baby. Two weeks. I’ve missed you.”

Chelsea smirked. “You haven’t needed to miss me much. You and Justine have been wearing out the bedsprings from what I understand.”

“Yeah, right,” he said dully, as he broke the embrace and wandered back around the desk. “You look forward to someone coming back, who promises you the world, and the first couple of weeks are wonderful, but then you get into a routine and the deep canyon of boredom sets in.”

She pouted. “That’s not how Justine tells it.”

“It wouldn’t be,” came the voice from under a forehead focused on the papers on the desk. She came over and sat on his lap, taking the pen out of his hand and forcing him to look up. “What’s wrong?”

Justin looked up at her and sighed. “It’s just been the two of us, alone, all the time. Before she went to Europe, we had friends, we had other sexual adventures, we had the folks to hide from. It was exciting just to cuddle and tickle each other’s crotches in those days. The first three days she was back were lovely; I had to rest for a couple of days she wore me out so much. Since then, she’s gotten so demanding, so bossy, and she’s eaten up as much of my time as she can. It’s was everything I could do to clear tonight so I could visit Auntie Pru for a home cooked meal and some good, dirty fun.”

“Sure, baby, I understand. She was like that in Europe, too.” Chelsea kissed his forehead gently. “She wanted all my time unless she was busy doing something else. Took more than she gave, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love her dearly and I’d do anything for her, but. . .”

“Yeah, but. . .” He rested his head on her chest for a long moment. “Did you have fun those two nights I had to go to Houston on business?”

Chelsea smiled. “It was like Florence all over again. My body tingled from head to toe and the sparkle in her eye was magic. We made love in every room of your house, sweetheart, soaked for hours in the hot tub and gave each other such wonderful, all over massages. Danced the nights away in the hottest lesbian bar in town. I was all hers, then the moment you hit town it was like a switch was thrown, and she was gone.”

Justin’s cell phone buzzed to life and he answered it. “Hello. Oh, hi Justine. How’s it going? No, just getting some paperwork done, then off to Auntie Pru’s for supper. But I thought you were going to spend the whole evening soaking in the tub tonight; I got you those special candles and powders. No, I can’t believe you managed to get tickets to that concert, that’s fantastic. Sure, I’d love to go, but couldn’t Chelsea go with you this time? No, of course, sis, I’d rather spend the time with you. No, I haven’t heard of that club or that one either. No, I’m sure Auntie Pru would understand. All right, when do you want to meet me? Six o’clock here at the club. All right, I guess. All right, Justine. See you then. Bye.” He rolled his eyes as he flipped the phone shut. “She’s been doing this every time I’ve wanted to see Auntie Pru: something else happens that gives her an excuse to yank my choke chain and go with her. I’m getting tired of it, damn tired.”

Chelsea looked puzzled: “Justine tells me that she’s into some different stuff right now. Exploring her submissive side. Doesn’t that work to your benefit anytime?”

“She runs the whole show, even when I tie her up. Whenever I do something to her, like spank her, or tie up her tits, or pour hot wax on her, she’s the one who asks for it and she’s the one who tells me where it goes. There’s even stuff that she does that’s self-torture: I’ve found her self tied or cuffed to the bed, or wearing nipple clamps, or with needles in different parts of her body. Pain is a new adventure for her, but she’s still controlling what she gets, and I can’t make any suggestions. Having a bossy big sister is bad enough, having a bossy big sister with my nuts in her pocket is too much.”

Chelsea gave him a deep kiss güvenilir bahis on the lips. “Then get your nuts back and put her in her place. You’ve a big boy, you can do what you want. You don’t have to let her run your life.” She slipped her blouse down and played with the straps that pulled her massive jugs tightly. “It’s just after four and you’ve got till six. Lock the door and let me persuade you to take charge of your life.”

She got off his lap and let him go over to lock the door. Meeting him on the way back, she gave him a big open mouthed kiss and started unbuttoning his shirt. He slid up her top and pulled it over her head, cupping her mounds and gently kneading them with his hands. She unzipped her jeans and slid them down, stepping out of them and her underwear at the same time. Then his slacks were unzipped and pulled down; he broke their embrace to hang them up and his shirt neatly in his little closet. Kneeling before him, she pulled his boxers down, releasing his ten inch monster, which she began to give long, slow strokes with both hands, her eyes shining in admiration at him. “You’re in charge, Justin. I’ll give you anything you want. All for you, lover, all for you. Let me set you free.”

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Chelsea opened the door with her key and shouted in, “Hi, Prudy, it’s me.” The key went back in her purse and she crossed the small living room to the kitchen. Prudence Tailleferre was busy at the stove, boiling a pot of water and tending a simmering small pot of tomato sauce. The smell of garlic bread filled the kitchen, and Prudence had just chopped some red onions, garlic, and tarragon next to a brimming bowl of baby spinach. Extra Virgin Olive Oil and Balsamic Vinegar sat next to the bowl, ready to contribute. The small table was set with plates for three, and a serviceable bottle of red wine was open. Chelsea gave the older woman a full kiss on the lips, and hugged her warmly. “Everything looks and smells wonderful, but you’ve got enough here to feed an army.”

Prudence was a full foot shorter than the younger woman, and her head was snuggled in Chelsea’s cleavage as they embraced. “I thought Justin might be coming by, so I had to be ready. If he’s not, then I can store this for later in the week.”

Chelsea kissed the top of the older woman’s head. “Justine has monopolized him again tonight. She managed to get tickets for the concert, even though it’s been sold out for six months, and says they need to check out other clubs in town afterward. You know her: she’s as single-minded as a buzzsaw when she has her heart set on something.”

A tear blinked into Prudence’s eye. “It always happens like this. Young people are always more interested in their own priorities rather than family. It’s not the first time I’ve been stood up.”

“You’re not stood up, Prudy, I’m here. We’re going to have a wonderful evening without them, and I couldn’t ask for better company than you. Don’t you fret your pretty little head, darling. I’m here and I’m going to take care of you.”

“You’re so sweet, Shelly. Really. What would I do without you?” The older woman rested her head on the younger woman’s chest. The younger woman held her and patted her back. Shortly, they broke the embrace and Prudence drained the pasta thoroughly before adding it to the sauce.

“Where did you get the pasta?” Chelsea asked.

“Made it myself. A hobby of mine, and one of the few kitchen tricks I taught Justin how to do. He’s gotten rather proud of his homemade pasta, and it’s doing great business at his restaurant, but I’ll stack mine up against his any day. Try a little.” She proffered a triangle that Chelsea bit immediately.

“Oh my goodness, this is fantastic. You must teach me how to do make that.”

Prudence smiled wanly. “Of course, my dear. You’re so kind.” A moment’s tossing of the pan and a quick mix of the salad found dinner on the table. Both women relished it with the fruity red wine and had seconds of everything. After the meal, they quickly washed up, stowed the leftovers and retired to the living room with glasses of port.

“This is wonderful, Prudy. One of the best meals I’ve ever had. How do you find time to do it?”

“Well, I hate what’s on television and seldom go to movies, so I do little things around the house. I sew, I knit, I cook, and I make some clothes. My mother taught me all the domestic arts in hopes I’d make a good wife and mother someday, and they’ve been a great consolation as I stand on the edge of Senior Citizenhood.”

Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Nonsense, you’re a kind and caring woman, and that kind of people are always relevant. I lost my mother when I was two years old, and I would like to think that she would have been a lot like you.”

Prudence smiled. “Well, that’s nice of you to say, but I really would like to be more than your mother.”

Chelsea leaned over and kissed Prudence full on the lips for several moments, parting with short kisses. “That can be arranged. Tell me more about türkçe bahis yourself: I’ve heard Justin and Justine’s story at length, but I never heard yours.”

“Not much to tell, really.” Prudence took another sip of port. “At least, not much that was good. Growing up was a horror. My father was in International Law, and he spent twenty five years in Washington at the embassy. That’s where my brother Armand, me and my sister Clarissa were born. My mother was a genteel woman, delicately schooled in the domestic arts, subservient, never caused a fuss. My father was had a terrible temper and treated his family like dirt. My brother was a god: he could do nothing wrong, and he got away with everything. My little sister was a shrew, and the most like my father in the family. I was most like my mother and I got most of the blame for whatever when wrong. When I was thirteen years old, my father started abusing me twice a week with my mother’s permission, beating me as well as invading my body. I was devastated by that, and my sister always took out her anger on me as well, making me feel so inadequate that I accepted my fate quietly. It got worse when I was fifteen and started to find myself attracted to other girls in school; most of them ran from me, but Hilary was the first to love me for who I am. My parents found out, and punished me severely, my father screaming that he would make me fit to be wife and started screwing me three times a week. My sister took the opportunity to tease me subtly in public, and torture me sexually at night in our room alone.

“I got out of there as soon as I could after I graduated from high school. I went as far as I could for college, out to Berkeley in California, where I first felt that I fit into a group. Being bilingual was a big advantage in library work, and I loved the stillness of the stacks, as well as the chance to help people learn something. My sister followed me there two years later: I loved my little sister dearly and my parents asked me to look after her. We roomed together, and she made my life a wreck during the week, while running away weekends for wild parties. Such secrets I had to keep from my parents: Clarissa loved both women and men, making them serve her needs like a mother hen. She married Franklin D’Enfer because he was a promising young man with lots of money, and he was her favorite man in bed at the time.

“She was the first to introduce me to masochism, trained me to see pain as pleasure, then she abandoned me. I tried to find a husband, but my heart was such a wreck that I could never accept kindness from a man, never see a future with one. My brother was killed in a police action in Central Africa in my mid-twenties; my parents’ lives unraveled after that. My father started drinking heavily and died in an auto accident six months after Armand’s death; my mother developed cancer and submitted to it a year later. The library was my only refuge and the skills my mother taught me when I was little and beloved were my solace.

“Clarissa got me this job at the library all those years ago when she was pregnant with Justine. She wanted me to be close by so she wouldn’t need to hire a babysitter, and over the years she would dump the children on me without warning, for any length of time. They were joys when they were little, Justine and Justin: dear, sweet, loving. My body became fat like my mother’s and Clarissa’s stayed thin like my father’s and my grandmother’s on that side, so no one became interested in me sexually. I knew everything that Clarissa was doing, she made sure I knew every detail of her sordid life, but I fooled myself that I could protect the children from their parents by giving them a healthy home away from home. When Franklin and Clarissa had to leave the country, I felt I had my chance, but Justine turned out to be just like her mother and she found how to lead me back to my taste for warped pleasure. The sensations drove me out of control, and the attention she gave me was like finding a lost lover. Justin is such a good boy, and he took her place rather innocently trying to make me happy. I’m so ashamed, I feel that I’ve used him as the husband I never had; I let him do anything to me he wanted and served his every want.

“So Chelsea, I’m not the sweet, innocent person you think I am. Don’t go telling yourself that I’m worth a long term relationship. I know who I am and I’ve accepted who I am. You can stay as long as you like, but I know that someday, you’ll want to move on.”

Chelsea’s eyes were overflowing, and her head came down to sob on Prudence’s shoulder. Prudence cried as well, as they huddled on the couch. After a while, Chelsea pulled back. “You shouldn’t think of yourself like that, Prudy. You were only doing what you had to. Justine and Justin are so dear you’d do anything for them, even commit incest with them because you want to make them happy. The things you do aren’t that all right, but your heart sure is. We’ve both lost something deep in our lives: my father and I were güvenilir bahis siteleri alone in the world. He’s one of the white sheep of the D’Enfer family, and after my mother died, he’s never looked at another woman. He brought me up as best he could, made me feel like his princess, and encouraged me to be whatever I wanted to be. It was still a lonely childhood: I couldn’t make friends easily, was shy and embarrassed around boys, and girls never accepted my interest either. Then dad died in that accident over here last year while I was in college, and I was alone in the world. I fell in love with art, and when I found out that Justine was coming to Europe, I was eager to discover more family.

“At first, we were just innocents abroad, then we discovered a forbidden flame for each other. One morning I woke up and Justine’s head was on my shoulder and she looked so lovely. I kissed her forehead to awaken her and she responded by kissing my lips. Hormones started running wild, and soon we were honeymooners together. I loved her so much, it hurt, we were bound closer than sisters, friends. We had adventures, got taken in a couple of times, particularly by Uncle Fred, the worst of the lot, and it came time for me to come back here. Justin is the first boy I’ve slept with: he’s everything I ever wanted in a man. Just this evening, I sneaked down to the club behind Justine’s back and we fucked so hard because I haven’t seen him for two weeks and Justine’s not really taking good care of him. I’ve kidded myself that cousins marrying isn’t uncommon in history and someday I could land him and we three could live in an orgiastic playground that would last forever.

“Then I met you that first day in the club, the first day I came back to the country. You’re so gentle, so wise, so tender, so delicate, so strong. Justin I was looking forward to, but you were such a surprise. The threesomes we’ve had together have been wonderful, and I adore Justin’s magic wand, but I could love you for a lifetime. Does that scare you?” Prudence looked away. “I don’t care that you’re fat and dumpy, that your breasts are oversized and heavy, that your hips are wide. Your soul is as lovely and elegant as Justine’s body, and loving you is twenty times more satisfying.”

Prudence shed a fresh tear. “But we’re not strong are we?”

Chelsea shook her head. “No, we’re not. If Justin came through that door, I’d be on my knees in an instant. If Justine came through that door, I’d be on my knees in an instant as well. There was a time she and I went to Houston that was a touch of Europe and the magic was back, but only for a short time. Making love with him is so wonderful, I fuck him any way he wants to on his command. But he’s not strong enough to break away from her, or he doesn’t love me enough, or both.”

“Same with me. They could use my body for anything, and I would let them because I’ve loved them from their first moment. They know how to make me feel good, give me that special pleasure through pain, and it’s so intoxicating I can’t stay away,” Another tear leaked from Prudence’s eye. “No matter how long it takes them to get around to calling me, I’ll come running, ready for anything.”

Chelsea kissed Prudence again delicately on the lips. “We do have a lot in common, don’t you see it? Justine and Justin. They’re addictions we can’t get rid of. They make us feel good and they make us feel awful. There’s one more thing that I know as well.”

Prudence nodded and kissed Chelsea on the lips. “They don’t deserve us, do they?” Chelsea shook her head. “I guess I always knew that. We have something very profound in common then, as equals. We have to be equals if this is going to be true love. I guess I can love you honestly, then, can’t I?”

Chelsea gripped Prudence fiercely and kissed her hard on the lips. They writhed and ground their mouths into each other’s, parting momentarily to pant and breathe before locking lips again. Their embrace became frantic, it was as though they were wrestling rather than hugging, tearing at each other’s clothing and they sank to the floor, pushing aside the end table to create enough room for them to lie together on the carpeted space. Their hands pawed each other’s breasts roughly, smashing and pinching them, squeezing them, before their hands went together to invade each other’s valleys of desire. Their lips remained in their fierce lock as their hands probed each other’s genitalia, eventually pulsing together with three fingers inserted in each other’s vaginas, their nipples dancing damp circles around one another’s in close contact. Chelsea climaxed first, breaking the lock to scream and yell as her orgasm parted her from her reason, her hand compulsively pounding Prudence’s cunt. When Chelsea came down from her high, she dove headfirst to lock her lips on Prudence’s clitoris and within ninety seconds Prudence was writhing out of control in her own orgasm.

They settled down, lying together on the floor, the aromas of passion drifting up from where they soaked the carpet. Prudence stroked Chelsea’s jaw line and cheek; Chelsea traced the curves of Prudence’s breast and nipple. Their eyes look deep into one another’s and they moved their legs so their clitorises touched.

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Loretta dropped a stack of Sam’s freshly folded clothes on the end of his bed. It didn’t matter if you were a lawyer, even a part-time one; someone still had to do the washing. She was pleased with the way her son had become much more involved in their lives. Since she had taken him as a second lover she and her husband and Sam had felt much closer to one another. She had watched Rosie closely over the following months and hadn’t noticed anything about her daughter’s behaviour to indicate that she knew about the relationship that had developed between Sam and his parents, but Loretta was still concerned. She and David and Sam had talked about Rosie several times and they all understood the need for discretion. They had all agreed that they needed to ensure that Rosie knew she was part of the family; they had organised a special surprise party for her eighteenth birthday, secretly inviting all her friends from school and the various sports teams she played on and it had been a huge success. And there had been several family outings; dinners and day-trips that everyone had enjoyed.

None of this made it any easier for Loretta. Having two loving partners in the house meant she was positively spoilt, getting fondled and fondling at all sorts of intimate, unexpected times. She smiled to herself; the act of making love with her husband and son, singly or together, had become far more enjoyable than she had ever thought possible and all three of them seemed to have developed an insatiable hunger for sex that made their indulgences even sweeter. She straightened up just as Sam stepped into the room behind her.

“Hey mom.”

“Hello sweetie, here’s your washing. Please don’t leave it out here all week like you did last time.”

“But it’s so convenient,” he protested. “I just get up, grab whatever’s on top of the pile and I’m set.”

“And it makes your room look really untidy having clothes lying around all over the place” Loretta admonished him. She was being serious; it really did annoy her. Sam was nearly twenty now and she felt that it was high time he began to act more like an adult. “All you have to do is put them away; I’m the one who washed and folded them for you. It’ll only take a minute, now put them away. Come on, right now.”

Sam grumbled, but he did as he was told. Loretta sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as he moved around the room, putting things in the closet and drawers. When he’d finished he stood in the middle of the room with a ‘Satisfied?’ look on his face.

“There, that wasn’t too hard was it?” she asked giving him an arch look.

“I suppose not,” he said grudgingly.

“And now you’ve got a nice tidy room for doing things in.”

“Like what sort of things?” Sam looked at his mother. He recognised the tone in her voice and the look in her eye so he wasn’t really surprised when she reached out, grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to her. She looked up at him and began rubbing the crotch of his track pants with a firm hand, smiling as she felt him respond, his penis becoming firm beneath the loose-fitting material and he smiled back at her.

“When did we last make love darling?” she asked.

“Last weekend.” He moaned quietly as Loretta pulled his track pants down, eased his thickening cock out and enclosed the head in her warm sensuous mouth “Oh mom…that’s so good…”

She moaned in response. Loretta had always enjoyed giving David blow jobs; she loved the feel of his penis in her mouth, loved making him climax with her mouth, loved the feeling of his semen welling up into her mouth and it’s taste and Sam’s cock was equally as beautiful as her husband’s, not to mention how wonderful his ejaculations were. It had taken a bit of practice but she was now able to swallow his entire load and there was no evidence that the volume he delivered was reducing at all. Loretta had half-wondered if the first time had simply been a symptom of Sam’s arousal but his semen was just as plentiful as the first time he had exploded in her mouth in front of the fire that cold wintry afternoon. She continued sucking him strongly as she cupped his balls, feeling their weight, gently squeezing and tickling. Sam struggled to remain focussed.

“Mom…” He slipped a hand down inside the neck of her loose blouse, down to enclose the warm soft flesh of one of her breasts cupped in the lacy bra she was wearing. Loretta sighed happily and moved on the bed, shifting so he could caress her more easily. His cock felt beautiful in her mouth.

“Mom, I want your cunt.”

She smiled around him. Sam had been reluctant at first to use words like that but, with encouragement, he was getting more comfortable and it always gave her a thrill to hear him talking to her when things were getting heated. She pulled her mouth off him with an audible ‘pop’.

“Well if that’s the way you feel…” She stood up and unbuttoned the light slacks she was wearing. Spring was moving on and the weather was warming up beautifully so there was really no need to be wearing warm clothes these days and Loretta could feel the familiar excitement building in her, anticipation bahis firmaları of the pleasure she and her son were about to give each other. Sam pulled his top off, stepped out of his track pants and pushed his underwear down as well, kicking them away as Loretta pulled her clothes off. She straightened up after she was naked and looked at him, smiling.

“What would you like darling?”

Sam moved quickly, lying down on his bed, beckoning her over onto him. She laughed and moved to position her vagina over his mouth. Sam watched, loving the sight of his mother’s hairy cunt spreading as she opened her legs and swung herself over his head, lowering, her scent getting stronger as he craned his neck to get his first taste of her. A satisfied moan escaped him as the soft lips of her vagina met his mouth and he pushed his tongue into her as the tip of his nose butted against her wrinkled anus. Loretta fell forward, lifted his hard cock to her mouth and began devouring him again. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out between her lips filled her with joy and she loved running her fingers around it, stroking the thick veined shaft and teasing his sack as her saliva coated the hard flesh.

Sam slid his hands around either side of his mother’s hips until his fingers were either side of her wet opening. He pressed the soft warm flesh and gently parted her sex, delighting in the sound of her moan as he pushed his tongue further into her, licking the moist pink opening and sucking her nectar into his mouth. Sam had decided that he loved oral sex, giving and receiving, although mostly giving. He loved the feeling of his mother’s cunt, loved the taste, loved the scent, loved that it obviously gave her pleasure. Seeing Loretta orgasm as a result of his tongue working as she’d taught him filled him with real satisfaction and his own climaxes were even more intense now that he was maturing as a lover, getting used to the nuances and techniques as his mother taught and encouraged him. His cock was hard and proud in her mouth now and Sam moved his tongue down onto the engorged nub of her clitoris. The hood was spread wide and he slid effortlessly over the hard pink button, licking and teasing and stimulating. Loretta moaned again and lifted her mouth off his penis.

“Oh…” She let her head rest on his thigh as her hand continued jerking him firmly, pulling the thick shaft to her lips so she could kiss the sensitive head tenderly “oh darling…that feels so good. Lick me…Sam, oh Sam…oh, lick my cunt darling…”

Sam could feel her starting to tremble and he moved his hands up to grasp her large buttocks, gripping the warm flesh firmly. He knew that Loretta was getting close to climax and he wanted to be sure he got all of her nectar.

“Darling…” She lifted herself off him, rocked her hips and pushed her cunt down onto his mouth. She could feel her orgasm building now and Sam opened his mouth wide as he licked and tongued her clit as fast as he could. Her liquid coated his face and more of it dripped from the fleshy lips as she shuddered above him.

“SAM…! Oh, darling…I’m coming…!”

Sam grunted as he felt his mother begin to climax into his mouth. He planted his lips over the hairy wet opening and sucked and sucked as Loretta shook and moaned, her hands clasping his thighs for support while she ground her cunt into his mouth. She gasped for breath and rocked and moaned as her son licked her through her orgasm, his tongue skilfully moving between her lips to ensure he got all the sweetness from her moist opening. She knelt above him, eyes closed as the ecstasy rolled over her, filling her, another orgasm from one of her beautiful lovers. Eventually, after the sensations had ebbed, she clambered off him and, still moaning, subsided onto the bed beside him. She reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently.

“My darling boy. You lick me so well.”

Sam smiled at her.

“Mom, I love your cunt.”

Loretta beamed at him.

“You know I love hearing you say things like that dear. I want to fuck, but let me get my breath back.”

Sam lifted his hard cock off his belly and began masturbating gently.

“Do you want some of this mom?”

She lifted her head to see what he was doing.

“Now don’t tease me” she said, mock cross. He grinned at her.

“I think you do.”

“Sam, you know I want it…”

“How? How would you like me to fuck you mom?”

Loretta couldn’t stand it any longer. She was still tingling from her climax but she hauled herself up to a kneeling position beside Sam and turned to face him.

“I want you,” she said in a husky voice “to fuck me from behind. I want to feel you slide your hard cock” and she leant over and planted a kiss on the swollen head of his penis as he continued stroking it slowly, grinning at her “up into my cunt and I want you to fuck me until you come…” and she smiled at him with one eyebrow raised. Sam let go of his cock and sat up.

“Sounds good to me” he said with a wolfish grin.

Loretta laughed delightedly. As he clambered up off the bed and moved behind kaçak iddaa her she positioned herself, turning to kneel at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide for him, leaning forward on her elbows, her breasts hanging free on her chest. She looked back over her shoulder as her young lover moved to stand between her spread legs. The height of the bed positioned her vagina perfectly for him to enter her from a standing position behind her. Sam placed a hand on her buttocks, caressing the ample soft flesh, trailing fingers down over her anal ring to the moist hairy lips of his mother’s vagina. His other hand held his penis again and she smiled as she felt the head press against her opening. He was becoming much more assured as a lover; she closed her eyes as she felt him push gently and then, as her lips parted to accept him, both of them breathed out in pleasure at the feeling of her surrounding him as he slid deep into her.

“Is that nice mom?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Sam darling, it feels so good. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me, come in me. I want your come in me so badly.”

Sam pulled out of her achingly far, almost coming free of her warmth. He gazed down at his mother’s cunt and at his cock, glistening, coated as it was in her slippery lubricant.

“I love fucking you mom.”

Loretta smiled to herself.

“I love fucking you too Sam.”

He pushed again and this time the motion was harder, more urgent, giving in to the need to feel her, to fuck her, to pleasure her and himself and his penis. Loretta’s vagina was wet, so wet that soon the room was filled with the sound of it sucking and slurping on his thick shaft as he began pumping in and out, her warm liquid coating both of their sexes.

She slid a hand down between her parted legs, brushing languidly through the curly bushy pussy to the pink slit in her crotch, her fingers moving to the slippery bud of her clitoris, touching, stroking the sensitive erect fleshy button as she moaned at the sensations of her son fucking her with his hard penis, thrusting into her, filling her hot tunnel, his thighs slapping against the curve of her ass as she rocked back to meet him. The two lovers slipped into the rhythm of each others bodies and it felt good for both of them; in synch with each other, Loretta kneeling naked on the bed with Sam naked as well, standing behind her with his hands on her hips so that he could pull himself right up into his mother, which was right where she wanted him. Loretta’s breathing was becoming laboured and Sam could feel his own orgasm building. The sight of his mother’s bottom in this position was always arousing for him and he could feel and see his wet cock sliding between the parted hairy lips. Sam was happy his mother liked to make love in this position because it was one of his favourites too. He could feel his body moving effortlessly, driving his hard cock as his hips swung back and forth and he knew Loretta was masturbating in concert with his movement. He could also feel the muscles in her groin contracting around him and he knew she was getting close as well. Loretta rubbed her clit mercilessly, mashing the swollen shaft where it lay, pink and slippery and glistening with her juice which seeped from her, coating her lips and her fingers as she rubbed and groaned and gasped under the onslaught of her son’s thrusts.

She felt Sam stiffen and heard him groan as well and then his hips jerked and she knew he was coming and knowing that his seed was spurting into her filled her with such joy that she began to climax as well, pushing back against him harder as she felt his swollen penis thrust into her, felt his balls slap against her hand, still rubbing, massaging herself through her climax, panting and gasping, her cunt squeezing her son’s cock as he pushed himself deep into her, his hips pressing against the soft warm flesh of her buttocks as his hot sticky semen flooded her wet tunnel. Sam leant forward and kissed his mother on the shoulder as his orgasm passed and he reached around and gently caressed her breasts, teasing the nipples between his fingers.

Loretta giggled and Sam laughed in spite of himself.

“What?” he asked, enjoying the feeling of her breasts in his hands.

Loretta groaned happily as she felt him begin to soften and a few minutes later he slipped from her warmth. She knew what to expect and she kept her hand in place beneath her vagina. Sure enough, a large dollop of her son’s semen slid from within her and dropped wetly onto her out-spread palm.

Sam straightened up and, exhausted, turned to sit on the edge of the bed beside his mother. Loretta rolled over and sat on the bed as well, leaning against the wall, her legs comfortably spread, her vagina parted, a wet sticky hairy beautiful mess between her thighs. She grinned at her son and then slowly, deliberately, lifted the hand to her mouth and, closing her eyes in sheer pleasure, licked her palm clean, smiling as she felt his thick come slide down her throat. She opened her eyes to find Sam watching her as she continued licking, cleaning the last traces of him off her hand. She smiled kaçak bahis and he smiled back.

“Sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am.” she said.

Sam grinned.

“Me too.” He struggled up from the bed and Loretta watched as he began pulling his clothes on again. He pulled his briefs up and then grabbed his sweat pants but as he straightened up, pulling the elasticized waist over his hips, his head whipped up and he stared at the door.

“What is it darling?” asked Loretta.

Sam said nothing, but in three steps he was at the door. They were alone in the house so neither of them had bothered to close it as they began making love and it hung partly open. He pulled it fully aside, stepped out into the hall and walked along to the top of the stairs. Rosie’s bedroom door was still shut and he could see and hear nothing now. He paused for a moment, silent. Nothing. He turned and walked back down the hall to his room.

“What is it Sam?” asked his mother again.

Sam shrugged.

“Thought I heard something”

He grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head as Loretta eased herself off the bed and began dressing as well.

Up the hall, Rosie stood motionless on the other side of her closed bedroom door, amazed at the feeling of her heart thumping in her chest. Her vagina throbbed in her crotch and she started to wish she could take the time to masturbate. She exhaled silently, not realising she’d been holding her breath. After swim practice Alyssa’s mom had offered her a seat in their car. Rosie generally preferred to walk so she could enjoy the fresh air but today, unusually, she had chosen to accept the ride. And now she was home early.

She hadn’t tried to be quiet when she opened the front door. She hadn’t made a point of carrying her bag with its wet swim suit and towel down to the laundry silently. Noting there was nobody in the lounge or kitchen, she had gone upstairs thinking maybe Sam was out and Loretta was having a rest. Her parent’s room was opposite Sam’s but she hadn’t thought about the fact that, having left her shoes in the alcove just around the corner by the front door, her feet would make no sound on the carpeted floor of the hall. Two steps from Sam’s door she heard a sound; her mother’s voice, sighing.

“Lick me…Sam, oh Sam…oh, lick my cunt darling…”

Rosie had frozen, motionless, silent, listening. There was no window at the end of the hall so it was a bit of a dim dark corner. She took the last two steps to the door jam and peeked into the room. What she saw made her eyes go wide and her mouth fall open, slack.

Her mother lay, naked, on top of Sam where he lay on his bed, her bare breasts resting on his stomach, her hips positioned directly over his head, her legs spread wide with her knees either side of his shoulders. In the split second before she jerked her head back Rosie saw that Sam was naked as well and his penis was erect. She had seen him nude plenty of times but never had she seen him like that…hard and…so thick. She also saw that Loretta had a hand wrapped around it and that she was moving it slowly, up and down, up and down as she gazed at her son’s penis and moaned and panted as Sam obviously did…oral sex between her thighs.

Scarcely breathing, steeling herself, Rosie turned slowly, peeking round the corner in the dim light, looking through the gap afforded between the partly closed door and it’s wooden frame as she heard her mother’s voice murmuring again.

“Darling…”

Rosie had watched the entire scene, glued to the door frame, silent, enthralled, envious. She knew what sex was. She knew it was supposed to be enjoyable. She also knew her parents made love, although she’d never watched them. Two of her friends at school were no longer virgins and each of them had privately told her about it in great detail but neither of them had described it in terms that came anything close to the joy and love and fun and pleasure that she was witnessing here. Julie had even told her that it hurt but her mother, far from being in pain, had obviously enjoyed every second of it just as much as Sam.

Rosie had been masturbating from quite a young age so she knew what an orgasm was, knew how enjoyable it could be. She had seen Loretta arch her back and climax as she knelt over Sam’s head and she had watched and listened as her mother had instructed Sam, taking control of the situation, dictating how she wanted him to make love to her.

“…I want to feel you slide your hard cock up into my cunt and I want you to fuck me until you come…”

Standing in her room, panting with growing need, Rosie played the words over and over through her mind; the sound of them, the tone of Loretta’s voice. Rosie had watched as her brother had pushed his hard penis…his cock…into his mother’s vagina and she’d watched and listened to the sounds of their bodies and the sounds of their enjoyment as they shared the experience of making love to each other, so natural, so…physical. The image of Sam standing behind his mother, knees slightly bent, hands either side of the small of her back, hips rocking rhythmically back and forth, driving his penis…his cock…into Loretta with such force her mother’s whole body shook and swayed on the bed was etched into her mind, as was the spectacle of him climaxing.

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Chapter 13 — Carl and Rachel Play Some New Year’s Games With the Other Six

The next morning was New Year’s Eve; Karen and I made love in the dunes at Lido Beach after our meditations. We had a tender and loving time in midst of all the chaos going on with so many visitors at the house. When we finished, we lay together talking of our love for one another. Finally, she said, “You know my bucket is very full. I am a happy camper, and I’m sure everyone else is too. This is the best Christmas holiday ever.” We kissed yet again.

At home, the two of us shed our sweat suits in keeping with house ‘rules’ and started breakfast. Soon the naked nymphs and satyrs from the bedrooms started to appear. A naked Rachel came first, pressing into her sister with a warm good morning kiss and then repeating the process with me. “Thank you two for what you did with me last night. I know it was daring — I could have bolted,” she smiled, “but I didn’t, and I will never forget it.” She had a big smile.

“Neither will we,” I assured her as the three of us hugged together. I thought of the wild sexual session the evening before where we’d made Rachel the center of attention, going so far as anal sex with the neophyte.

“Carl and I WILL do THAT again. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum so hard or been so nasty all at the same time. I will like doing both sometimes,” she looked sheepishly at her sister.

“So do we, Rachel,” Karen said as she kissed her sister’s forehead. “And, it’s only nasty if you put that label on it.” She grinned.

I put an apron on so I wouldn’t damage any of the equipment as I cooked the bacon and sausage — no, not that sausage!

Lynn arrived next, hugging and kissing each of us. She smelled of sex — an odor I was becoming very fond of. Mel joined us wearing the same perfume, then Bev and Robbie, and last was Carl.

After breakfast, we became civilized and played tourists. We went up to the Ringling Museum and walked around looking at the art and an amazing miniature circus. We walked around downtown and ate outside at my favorite restaurant. The same waitress served our table again; she sized me up with all these women together, rolled her eyes towards the sky, and gave me a big wink.

After lunch, we all went back to the house and changed into swimsuits for a walk along the beach. We drove two cars full of people to Siesta Key beach and started to walk. The air was still delightfully warm for year-end.

Lynn and I were walking along holding hands when Robbie broke off from the others and came up to us. “I have a question for you guys, can you slow down a minute?”

“What’s up?” I asked as we almost came to a stop to match his slow pace. The others continued on up the beach.

“Well, I’m not sure how to start this …” He floundered around for a second looking at each of us; I could tell he had something serious on his mind.

He finally found the words, “You know, I love Mel with all my heart?” We both nodded. “And I love the rest of you too, but Mel is really the most important person in my life right now … and, well, I feel like it will be that way forever … and, well, I want to ask her to marry me today.” He reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a ring box and showed us a beautiful diamond as he walked backwards. “This was my grandmother’s,” he said quietly.

“Wow!” Karen said as she stopped and hugged him. “Oh, she will be thrilled. Go ahead, do it!”

“I agree,” I said as I hugged him too. A few of the others glanced back at us, but not Mel.

“Does she know about this?” I asked.

“No, this’ll be a surprise. I hope she says ‘yes’,” Robbie stuttered. “We don’t have to get married right away, but I want to be tied to her — I want us to commit to each other. I mean she’s got to graduate first. Maybe that summer.”

We both turned him around and pushed him ahead of us with love. Then I had a thought.

“Hey everybody, wait up!” I yelled. Lynn, Robbie and I trotted up to the others who’d turned around in response to my call.

“Come here,” I said,” gathering everyone together. I grabbed hands and pushed everyone into a circle. The cool waters from the Gulf of Mexico washed up over our feet. “Form a circle. We have a special occasion to observe.”

There were lots of questioning faces, but the group gathered together and circled.

I said, “Mel and Robbie into the center of our circle.” I paused and looked at Robbie. He understood and took Mel’s hand, then, God bless his heart, he knelt in front of her.

“Mel,” he said in a tender voice, “I love you with all my heart and soul … and I never want to be without you in my life … now and forever.” He reached in his pocket again and pulled out the ring box. As he opened it to her he said, “Mel, I want you to marry me — sometime, maybe after you finish school, or whenever you’re ready, but …”

He never got to finish his sentence; Mel threw herself onto him shouting, “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, I bahis firmaları love you too. I will. I will.” She was crying with joy. The two of them kissed in the middle of our circle; they stood on their knees in the encircling water and hugged.

She pulled him up so they were standing again and our circle started to close around them. She held out her left hand and Robbie took the ring from the box and slid it onto her ring finger. “We all cheered,” then encircled them with hugs, kisses and congratulations. I felt so warm towards Mel and Robbie; every one of us did.

We stood talking excitedly for a few moments and then Robbie and Mel took up the lead as we continued our walk up the beach. Lynn and I loved looking ahead and seeing the two of them arm in love. They both wanted to crawl inside the other. Mel kept looking at the ring on her left hand then she’d kiss and hug Robbie again. Over the sound of the surf, I could hear her wild chatter of excitement.

At one point, Mel broke off from Robbie and came running back to Lynn and me. She jumped into my arms, locking her legs around me, as she kissed me. “Robbie said you knew about this and encouraged him. Thank you.” She dropped down and kissed her mother too. We hugged her again. “I still love you guys — and I will keep loving you guys in all the ways we love to love.” She locked eye contact with the two of us so there was no doubt what she meant.

Mel went running back to Robbie yelling, “I’m engaged. I’m engaged. I’m engaged.” She threw herself into his arms again and they twirled around, almost falling into the water.

I teased Lynn, “Looks like you’ll get grandchildren after all.”

“Not too soon, I hope,” she retorted as she kissed me too.

At the end of our long walk, we headed back to the house. I opened a bottle of champagne and got our crystal flutes out; we toasted Robbie and Mel as we stood around the patio. I suggested they take their champagne into the guest room and do something to celebrate their new commitment.

The two of them looked at us all for a minute, both blushed, but then they bolted for the guest room in a gale of giggles. We didn’t see them again for an hour.

The rest of us sat around and enjoyed the afternoon sun and shared stories of how we’d each found the ones we loved and gotten engaged. Our heads were all in a romantic frame of mind.

We were still talking when Mel and Robbie rejoined us, both wearing that wonderful after glow and satisfied expression from great sex. As I looked at them, I realized for the first time why you could always tell when someone had just had sex.

Eventually our group ended up in the pool — this time in our swimsuits since daylight prevailed. We paddled around and started talking about New Year’s resolutions. Everyone thought about what they wanted to have happen in their lives or what bad habits they wanted to break.

Rachel was the first one to vocalize a couple of resolutions. “These last three days have been such an eye opener for me. My first resolution is to have LOTS more sex … with Carl …” she looked around at the rest of us with a big grin, “AND all of you, if you’ll have me.” Carl and I were both close to her and went and hugged her.

“Wait, I have a second resolution,” she said as we broke apart. “This visit has been a wake up call for me. I have been taking so much important stuff for granted.” She grabbed my hand and kissed it. “Jim reminded me that you have to celebrate the great moments in your life even though they may be small ones — every moment is important, I guess. If you don’t, they’re gone too soon and you forget about them.” She hugged me. “So my resolution is to love more and to celebrate more — with Carl, my kids, all of you, with everyone. I want to be more aware — the celebrate every day.”

Mel said, “My first resolution is to spend more time with my FIANCÉ.” She emphasized the last word loudly and then kissed him passionately. “My second is spend more time with all of you. I hope you’ll all come back here over and over again.” She waved her arm at the house.

Bev said, “Well, I was going to make a resolution to fuck Robbie’s brains out more frequently, but I guess that slot’s been taken.” We all laughed. She went to Karen and held her hand, “I’ve been away from part of my family for too long. These visits have been a wake up call for me too. If it’s OK with you guys I’ll be back — a lot.” She looked across to Rachel and said, “Why don’t we all move down by these guys.” She looked at me, “Jim, what about you?”

“I’m just coming on my one-year anniversary of meeting Lynn — of falling in love with her, then Karen … and Mel … you … and Rachel … and even you gentlemen. This has been the best year of my life, so I guess I’m going to spend the next year being grateful for the abundance of love and caring that the Universe has given me.” I thought a bit as the others watched. “I want to be more giving and loving to all of you in the year ahead … kaçak iddaa and I guess I should extend that to the others we meet that are in need.” I looked to Carl.

Carl started, “Well, I know I’m going to have to get in shape to keep up with my highly sexed wife. I think I’m going to enjoy being married to a nymphomaniac.” Everyone laughed. “Usually men don’t think about love or caring, we just sort of ‘do’ whatever comes next. But on this visit, you have taught me to think about love and how to do it — how to make it a great experience for everyone — all the time. I’m going to start doing that too — I think I already have, but it’ll take me some work and guidance from you. I need to think about Rach more and work less too. Lastly, I like the idea of moving here — maybe that’ll be an interesting goal to look into for the year.” He reached out to Karen who took his hand and kissed it.

“I’m blessed by you all,” Karen said. “I’m a sexual being, I love making love with each of you, and I want to get better at that during the year.” We all applauded and she actually blushed. “I, too, want new relationships with my Mom, my sister, her family, and particularly with Jim and Lynn. Sometimes, I know I’m not the easiest person to live with and I promise to work on that. The other thing I want to do is find some way to help other people outside our circle – people in need in some way. I’ve been focused pretty close in, and now it’s time for me to reach out to others.” She paused then shrugged to indicate she was through. “Lynn?” she said.

“I want to work on that sex thingy too,” Lynn said to everyone’s laughter. “I have some personal stuff to clean up this year — it frets on me. I mean my divorce and cleaning up my personal finances. Jim got me back on my feet, and he’s never once asked for money or rent or help with food or anything; in fact, I arrived here with less than $200 in my pocket and I still have it.” She came over and hugged me with tears running down her cheek. “I need to feel as though I’m contributing to this family, so I want to fix that in some way in the New Year.” I started to protest, but she put a finger to my lips so I wouldn’t talk.

Lynn went on, “I’ve got a daughter to celebrate with, and I am SO looking forward to all the wedding planning stuff when you guys start to think about a date and what you want your wedding to be like. Lastly, I want to love Jim and Karen more — even more than I’ve learned to in the past year.” She kissed me passionately and hung on my shoulder. She nodded to Robbie who stood nearby.

Robbie started, “I’m entering a new phase of my life, and I so look forward to it. There’s a lot I’ll need to learn and I hope you’ll help me with lots of ‘free advice’.” We all chuckled. He walked up behind Karen and wrapped his arms around her. “You’ve created a living, learning, and loving laboratory here, and I’ve always felt privileged to be a part of it. I don’t want that to end, because I know that Mel and I grow in mind, body, and spirit when we are with you, so, speaking for the two of us, except that we’re engaged nothing else will change.” He nuzzled into Karen’s neck; Karen turned and kissed him. I noticed that Mel had her arms around Carl’s neck.

We meandered out of the pool and sat on the deck watching another spectacular sunset and chatted about life and love, in particular, talking about what Mel and Robbie had to look forward to. The women finally laid out the fixings for dinner, and we had another barbeque.

After dinner, we talked about what to do for the New Year’s celebration. Robbie summarized our options: be downtown where they planned on ‘dropping’ a large peach — there would be four bands playing; be in the arms of your lovers; or sit like a couch potatoes watching the Times Square celebration. We all yelled, “Lovers!”

That set the tone for the rest of the evening — and, by that time, we had a little over two hours until midnight. We opened up the large television into the living room where the house had comfortable padding under the carpeting. As we started to pair up, I noticed everyone avoided Mel and Robbie. I looked at them and shrugged; he winked at me, and then pushed Mel in my direction. She grinned at him and then at me.

Robbie said, “Oh wait, a rule for the next hour. No orgasms — just foreplay.” There was a chorus of boos and hisses from the seven of us; however, we all acknowledged that we’d play by that rule.

Mel came and kissed me and slid her arm around my waist. “You’re mine tonight.”

I hugged her back and asked, “Anyone else?”

“Yes,” she said, “Rachel, if she’s willing. We haven’t really … errr, been together.” I nodded and made eye contact with Rachel who was talking to her husband. I crooked a finger and motioned that we wanted her. She got the message and grinned. She kissed Carl passionately, and then came over to us, kissing Mel and me.

Rachel looked at me with a sassy stance and said, “You wanted me?”

“Oh, yes,” I said, “We kaçak bahis both want you — very much.”

I watched Lynn approach Carl and put her arms around his neck. She had yet to be his lover and tonight would be a first for the two of them. Lynn understood foreplay, she could be a master at extending the lead-in to a colossal orgasm.

Robbie claimed Bev with a kiss to the back of her neck as she stood talking to Karen. He reached out and pulled Karen into the resulting hug too.

The evening’s territory had been staked out, at least the initial ‘teams.’

I suggested to Mel and Rachel, “Since we have an hour to kill, so to speak, I suggest we go and climb in the backseat of my car and pretend like we’re back in high school, using all the approaches and defenses from that time in our lives. Role play. What say?”

“Oh, goody,” Mel said, “but I want a couple of minutes in ‘wardrobe,’ if I may?”

“Me too,” Rachel said gesturing at Mel with a look of conspiracy.

“Fine,” I said, “perhaps I’ll make some changes too.”

We all headed off and in ten minutes we met in the kitchen. Mel had put on some cutoffs and a tube top, and tied her hair back in two ponytails. She looked six years younger, sexy as all hell, yet I’d seen this outfit at many of the malls on high school age girls.

I’d found an old polyester shirt I guess I’d had in the 70s when I’d been in my late teens and early twenties. I’d also put on blue jeans. I’d dug up an old Trojan and put it in my wallet too.

Rachel joined us wearing a pleated skirt (no poodle) with a white blouse and sweater tied around her neck. She was wearing calf-high white socks and saddle shoes (the latter were really an old pair of golf shoes but they had the same look). She was wearing a ring on a chain around her neck and had also put her hair up in long braids.

Rachel came bounding up to us acting like she had a large wad of chewing gum in her mouth. “Hi Mel. Hi Jim. Whatca doin’?” She pranced around a little like a nervous teenager would do.

“Well,” Mel started, “we were just goin’ down to the drive-in movie and see what’s playin’. Wanna come?”

I turned to Mel and tentatively asked, “Hey doll, I thought you said you wanted to be alone?”

“Yea, but Rach is cool. She can watch the movie while we … errr, play.”

“OK. Let’s go,” I said and led the way to the garage. Once beside the car I turned on the parking lights and announced, “Oh good, the movie is ‘Godzilla Versus the World.’ Let’s all get in the backseat and watch.”

The three of us piled in the backbench seat of my sedan with me in the middle. Now both Rachel and Mel were pretending to chew huge wads of gum. Everyone draped their feed over the front seats. I put my arm around Mel. We had enough light to see exactly what we were all doing.

“Hey, Rach,” Mel said, “you watch d’movie and don’t watch Jimmy and me, OK?”

“Yea, OK,” Rachel said, “but since I broke up with Richie, I’ve been missin’ the lovin’ I used to git. Suppose we could share Jimmy?”

“Up to Jimmy,” Mel said in a matter of fact voice.

“Yea, I guess,” I said trying to sound both eager and unexcited at the same time.

I stretched nonchalantly to put my arm around Rachel, dropping a hand to her well-cloaked breasts.

She grabbed my hand and said, “Hey, Jimmy. Don’t git so fresh so fast, and don’t make Melinda jealous either. She’s my best friend.” The girls went into gales of giggles. The gum smacking continued periodically.

“It’s OK, Rach. I’m not jealous. And Jimmy really knows how to smooth a girl, if you know what I mean?”

“Oh, OK,” Rachel said pulling my hand back to her right breast. I also dropped my hand and cupped Mel’s generous left breast. The gum chewing temporarily stopped then started again amid more giggles.

“Hey Mel,” Rachel said, “Do you let him get to second base?”

“Oh yea,” Mel said, “You mean let him feel my bare breasts. Yeah, I do. I even let him suck on ’em too. That’s the part you’ll like.”

I started to unbutton Rachel’s white blouse using only one hand. I was purposefully a little clumsy at the process, swearing gently that girls wore too many layers of clothing. Eventually, I got down to her bra. I reached inside the device and tried to run my fingers along to her nipples, but the way we were sitting virtually prevented my access.

I shifted attention to Mel and reached into her tank top slowly until I had my hand firmly around one of her globes. I could feel her nipple harden in my hand. We kissed pecking at each other’s mouth.

When I turned back to Rachel, she was also ready for a kiss, so I pecked her on the lips too, and then I repositioned her so I could reach deeper into her blouse for a full feel. Her nipples were already erect.

“You can tell you excite me Jimmy,” Rachel said. “You can smooth me, but I don’t want you tellin’ any of d’other guys about ‘dis.”

“I am a man of my word. I don’t talk about my dates. I either say whom I went out wid, or I say what I did, but I don’t talk about the two together. OK?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Rachel said, then pecked me on the cheek as I massaged her breast. “Do you guys French kiss?”

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Naturally, the characters in this story are of legal age and (mostly) fictitious! I wrote it to be continued if the feedback is positive! Let me know what you think!

About a week ago David spied his youngest sister and a sexy friend of hers on her bed in a sixty nine position. He had arrived to the peephole just as they were finishing sucking and finger fucking each other and so soon after he retreated so they could dress and take a quick swim in the pool together. Naturally, he masturbated in his room and then sat in the backyard to watch them play and tan together. He had got some play from the sexy young ladies his sisters brought home, but mostly he was content to watch their wet, nubile forms. He had caught his older sister in precarious positions too, such as rummaging through their father’s porn collection and fingering herself. And he had even seen Dad grope the girls when they wandered the house in loose towels, their delicate naked boobs often hanging out immodestly as they searched for clean clothes after showering. Still, David never had the courage to do more than peep on his sisters and the cute friends they brought over for sleep-overs and pool parties. He most certainly had never suspected that Dad was actually fucking the youngest of his children, petite Jessica.

Tonight, however, as he was masturbating to some porn he had downloaded, David overheard the creak of the old floors in the upstairs hallway as if someone was creeping along slowly. He imagined it must be one of the girls but couldn’t be certain. After all, the television in the master bedroom was still on and Mom was out of town for the week. David knew Dad liked looking at and occasionally touching his daughters’ young naked forms and the girls were known to pleasure themselves. The fact that Jessica had a dildo, though she turned eighteen just a few months ago, was anything but a secret to the family. For David, seeing her insert the fat rubber tool into her tight cunt was always enough to send him away hard and wanking, as was undoubtedly the case for Dad too.

David approached his own closed door and listened for the soft footfalls to end. Seconds later, he heard a door at the far end of the hall, either Jessica’s or the bathroom, open and close. David opened his door slowly and peered out in the darkness. As he suspected, the only light filtering into the hall came from the loose doorframe of insatiable Jessica’s room. Whatever was going on, she was involved and David wanted to watch. He crept along near silently having already plotted which parts of the floor creaked and which did not. After he was about half way down the hall he heard music begin playing in Jessica’s room. It wasn’t noisy. It was probably meant to cover up the sighs and soft moans she made while fucking herself.

He approached her door carefully, peering in through the cracks in the doorframe, which gave almost a complete vantage into the room. He saw Jessica at the far end of the room, showing off her tight ass while leaning over the stereo system and adjusting the music and volume. She was dressed in black boxer bottoms and a pink sport bra and her short black hair appeared damp from a recent shower. She turned slowly to face the other end of the room and the door. She smiled seductively and began bahis firmaları to sway and grind her hips to the heavy beat. David scanned her petite five foot frame from head to toe, noticing her seductive movements and her hardened nipples. He had always thought her small, pale nipples were second only to Amanda, second youngest of family, whose were large and pale. Jessica’s a-cup boobs strained against the undersized sport bra, creating a slight bulge of fleshy mound to be revealed. She looked intoxicating. And she was putting on quite the show. Thoughts of the porn David had been perusing vacated his mind; his only thought now being of his sexually precocious sister, Jessica.

“Daddy, are you ready?”, Jessica said, her voice barely audible over the music. She flashed another seductive smile.

Daddy? David was almost floored, his heart rate quickening yet again. He was actually in disbelief of what he thought she had said!

“Here we go then!”, she said in a giddy voice. She whirled around and began to writhe in the air, using moves David had only seen by exotic dancers. Jessica’s show was incredible. She raised her hands over her head, running fingers through her hair, then traced her facial features to her chin, down her neck, around her tits and finally, looking straight at the place where her father must be sitting, slipped her fingers into her boxers teasingly.

“You like that, Daddy?”, she asked.

David listened carefully, hoping to discover if his father was actually being treated to a strip tease by Jessica.

A deep, muffled voice sounded. “You look beautiful, Jessica.” Confirmed!

She whirled around again, this time spending time playing with her boobs through the pink sport bra.

“You like my little boobies, don’t you Daddy!”

For the first time, David saw his father move into sight. He stood, clad in a housecoat and approached Jessica. She recoiled slightly, still gyrating her hips, and chastised him.

“Not until I see the money!”

Her father’s left hand disappeared into a shallow pocket and withdrew a fifty dollar bill, which he offered to her. She took the bill and placed it in the front of her underwear, once again smiling.

“Sit down and wait for the show to end, Daddy. Then you can have me!”

The fifty year old stepped out of view again, returning to where he was when Jessica began the show. David was still staring through the peepholes, but decided that there was no need to be careful about being caught wanking. The only person would might raise a fuss, if even to save face for his family role, was his Dad and the man had just sacrificed all credibility…except in taste!

Jessica continued twisting and groping herself, sometimes even rubbing her pussy through her boxers. Finally, she began to sway gently while looking intently at her father. She slowly took the bottom of her sport bra into her hands and pulled upward, exposing her small but well shaped titties and pale, hard nipples. She pulled the bra over her head and let it fly to a corner of the room. She played with her nipples a bit, twisting and pulling at them while also mashing her boobs together, revealing just enough cleavage to manage a titty-fuck.

“Alright, Daddy…” She paused dramatically. “…You can kaçak iddaa have me now.”

His father wasted no time in taking his naked eighteen year-old daughter in his arms. She threw her head back, allowing him to kiss her deeply, perhaps even letting his tongue roam about her mouth. She grasped the shoulders of his house coat and pulled it off, leaving him also naked. And then, as his hands began to roam over her body, one hand over her soft, trimmed mound, and the other over her boobies, she grasped at his dick. David could only see his father’s backside, but little Jessica was obviously stroking their father. The two of them moaned quietly and David wanked in the hiding spot.

Jessica carefully lowered herself to her knees, resting upon a soft blanket she had laid down before the strip tease began, while her daddy began stroking her head.

“Daddy?” She asked coyly. “You want to see what I’ve been practising?”

He laughed softly at her sauciness. “Daddy wants his little girl to suck his cock.”

David couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had seen his father grope the girls’ naked boobs before, and they even appeared to consent to it, but he was shocked to hear this sort of language.

Wasting no time Jessica took her daddy’s hardened dick into her mouth, stroking it with one hand while sucking. She looked like a real pro, as if she had not only practised how to make it pleasureful for her partner but also porn stars did it. David could not see her face now, but could see her head bobbing forward and back slowly, then more quickly, and his father’s head fell back also. He was apparently being given a great blowjob by his slut teen daughter. He even began face fucking her, pulling her head into his groin every time she began to take more of his length into her mouth.

Jessica moaned and slurped as the music played on and her daddy=s hands roamed over her head and occasionally down to her tits, which were barely within reach.

“Oh, Jessica…”, he moaned. “I just can’t take too much more of this. I have to fuck you.”

She released his now saliva-drenched dick from her mouth and looked up and into his eyes. “Daddy, I want you to fuck me,” she said as she continued stroking him.

David was almost near ejaculation himself, but wanted to see her take a real cock into her pussy. He always assumed she would be a tight fit for any cock, even David’s average six inch dick. After realizing she had got a lot of practise in sexual performance, however, he doubted she would have any problem taking a big, fat one.

Jessica lay on her back, raising one leg into the air so that her father could grasp it as he slammed into her young cunt.

“You little slut, Jessica…You’re so inviting!”

He squatted, bending over her slightly to allow him to reach her pussy with his dick. For the first time, David realized his father’s length and girth. He looked to be about seven inches long, perhaps one and half inches thick. While Jessica used one hand to pull her raised leg back to give more room to her daddy to manoeuver, she used the other to guide his dick to her snatch. He rubbed her a bit, perhaps inserting a finger or two, before finally pushing forward. Jessica moaned and arched a little as he entered her. In a few thrusts, kaçak bahis however, he seemed to be sliding into her comfortably. Her voice became more pitched with every fuck she received. Her dad placed a hand over her mouth to quiet her, gently hushed, and then really lay into her.

David was stroking hard now, ready to blow all he had, when he noticed Jessica’s little tits bouncing across her chest out of the ferocity of his dad’s fucking. The music could barely overcome the noise of their fucking at this point, as a telltale suction sound filled the room and Jessica’s moans rose. Even his father was having a hard time containing his huffing and gasping for air.

In a split second, however, his Dad ceased fucking his daughter. David presumed he wanted to reposition himself and his little fuck toy. He turned Jessica over onto her side, her back to him, and he lay behind. They shimmied closer and she once again raised one leg to expose her twat to him. He obliged, placing his dick between her legs and letting her insert it between her puffy pussy lips. Pulling her very close with an arm around her waist, he thrust into her again. She let out a sharp gasp of pleasure.

David and their father did not know it, but this was the biggest cock she had played with to date. All her practice had been with two different boyfriends, both of whom were poorly endowed, and a teacher she fucked at a motel just weeks before launching her sexual adventures. Again, her sexual partner did not quite measure up to the man who she now lay with.

Jessica used one arm to play with her boobs and the other to grasp her daddy’s wrist as he continued to grasp her tightly. She was oblivious to the volume of her moaning and it appeared that her father no longer cared who might discover them.

David was trying his hardest to not blow his load early but the scene he beheld was overwhelming. When his dad’s dick popped out of little Jessica’s cunt with a pop he could not hold on any longer and with a slight gasp he began to spray over her door and the floor. After one of the hardest ejaculations of his life he struggled to he regain his composure and to focus on the activity beyond his little sister’s door. Peering through the cracks once again, he saw the teen and their father fucking furiously. The music ended as the CD shifted tracks, allowing the sound of their sexual play to roll carelessly through the room. Panting, moaning, a wet popping noise, the sound of flesh striking flesh.

As David looked on he smeared the cum he had deposited around a bit with his hands, trying to clean up any splatters so that when he made his break for it the evidence of his surveillance would go unnoticed. As it would happen, his father was very close to ejaculation, and rather than cum inside his teen daughter, he chose to smear her swollen pussy lips with a thick pasting of creamy spunk.

David heard a soft voice. “Daddy, was that worth fifty bucks?”

Still smearing his cum over her pussy he lowered his head to conclude their fuck session with a deep french kiss.

David returned to his room as soon as they finished kissing and tried to fall asleep. He lay awake for sometime, waiting till he heard his father return to his room before wanking off a second time. About ten minutes later, after he had watched the teen clean herself a bit and redress, her daddy returned to his room. David remained awake sometime longer still, dreaming of a way he could be part of that new relationship.

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