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I am continuing to describe things that have happened to me.

I was married to someone that didn’t enjoy or want sex, so when I got divorced I was understandably ready for something different. Shortly after the divorce was final I changed jobs and went to work in a larger firm than the one I had. On my first day I was introduced to my staff. My main assistant was a woman in her mid 20’s, very slender and cute in a librarian kind of way. As I got to know her better I found her to be very smart, extremely efficient and somewhat of an introvert.

I also couldn’t help but notice she had an incredible body. She wore reasonably tight skirts that showed off her long legs and slim hips. I could also see that she invested in higher end underwear because the bras that she wore were not your standard foam dome Victoria Secret types. She had lacy bras that would allow her perky boobs to bounce just the right amount as she came down the hallway toward my office. It was a tease that I kept to myself, but I was constantly wondering what she would look like naked. Not good thoughts for a boss, and I had a strict rule, that I had followed through the years, that I would not ever fool around with anyone in my office. I just always felt it was too much of a distraction both when things were good ,and especially if there was parting of the ways.

We worked together for about three years and got along well. We could talk about almost anything and did frequently, but there was really no flirting or any hint of interest on her part in me. She had a long term boyfriend that I thought was abusive, and was probably too scared of him to leave. He was living off her salary most of the time. I was also dating with a few regular girlfriends during this time. I had told her that she was too good for the guy she was with so I was the first one that she told that she had left him and moved into a place of her own. Once she got settled into her newly single lifestyle she started going out with her girlfriends marmaris escort and enjoying summer in the city. One of her first dates was with a guy that a girlfriend of hers had introduced her to, and that she thought was good looking. They ended up fooling around and despite being on the pill, she got pregnant. When she had it confirmed a month later she wasn’t seeing the guy at all, and didn’t want to talk to him.

She came in to tell me and started crying because she had taken all the precautions, but apparently birth control can be neutralized by antibiotics. She found this out the hard way but she wanted to have the baby so the next few months I watched that slender body grow into a still very cute slender gal with a big belly and bigger boobs. She kept working, but because she couldn’t afford to have day care her plan was to move out of state to where her parents were located to have the baby and so that her mom could help her out once she returned to work. When the time came for her to leave we held a big baby shower for her and she quit the job. We were talking at the shower and she happened to mention that she wanted to get some pictures of her belly before she delivers. because she thought that this might be the only time she is ever pregnant. She knew that I had good cameras and asked if I would take some of her. I, of course ,jumped at the chance.

Two weeks later she came over for the shoot. I had a number of props set up and really had no expectations other than possibly getting a look at her in less than office wear. She went into the bathroom and changed into her first outfit. She had chosen a shirt that covered her top but left her belly exposed. We took a few shots that accented the belly, then she took off the top to show a much smaller shirt underneath. We continued the photography but I was starting to get excited to see her. Since I was just over 50 and she was just 28 I really did not expect that she would be in my bed before the night was over, but there’s always marmaris escort bayan hope! Then she said that she wanted to do a set of pictures with her just her bra and panties on. I didn’t argue. When she took her shirt off I could see that she had on a nice bra that was at least three sizes bigger than what she wore prior to the pregnancy. Her dark areola were topped by nipples that stuck out like the proverbial pencil erasures. Her black boy short panties hugged her ass beautifully. She really was one of those women that didn’t gain much weight in any area other than her belly and boobs.

It was getting difficult to hide the fact that I had a raging hard on by now, though still taking pictures. She removed her bra and wanted a few silhouettes holding her belly and her engorged breasts. We did those then she wanted a few on the bed lying down,. which we did also. As I was taking the last of these she commented that I seemed to enjoy what I was doing. She took her hand and placed on the outside of my jeans over the bulge I couldn’t hide. She moved over to me and quickly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out to see. She said that when she worked at the office that she liked to tease me a little by bending over so I could see her nipples or panties. She knew that I was looking and liked that I never tried to do anything but look. Now that she wasn’t working for me she was looking forward to the photo session because she wanted to see if she could get me hard. Guess it worked.

She licked her lips and slowly started to put me in her mouth. I was still standing by the bed looking at those beautiful nipples and watching her suck on me. I reached over and began to roll her nipples between my fingers while I looked at her big belly and the wet spot that she had on her panties. I told her that I truly did fantasize about seeing her naked and so the fantasy was now reality. She unbuttoned my pants and slipped them down my legs with my underwear in one quick move. I stepped out of them and escort marmaris ,over around so that I could get my tongue on her nipples. I found that they were really sensitive because as soon as I started lightly kissing them she immediately responded by arching her back and closing her eyes. I took off her panties and put them up to my nose to catch her scent. She moved over on her side so that her belly was resting on the bed and raised her legs a little to give me access to her pussy. Without hesitation I positioned myself so that I could put her toes in my mouth to suck on them, This drove her crazy, almost orgasming from the sensation. She said no one had ever done that and was shocked at how good it felt. I moved up the leg licking, and kissing my way to her pussy slowly. She rolled over and opened her legs for better access. Her pussy was partially shaven but she hadn’t been able to see it for awhile so it had grown out a little. My kisses turned to licks and touches. I placed my finger on the edge of her lips and then inserted it while I was sucking on her protruded clit. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm, with a little squirt that covered my lips and nose.

She quickly pulled me to her and started licking and kissing her juices from my tongue and lips. The more she tasted herself the more excited the kisses. Her hands grabbed for my cock and held on. She got on all fours so that I could enter her from behind guiding me in as I kneeled behind her. I started slowly, but the excitement of the night was starting to get to me and there really was nothing I could do at this point to hold off. She was played with her clit while I moved in and out, bringing herself to another orgasm as I shot off inside of her. We slowly pulled apart and layed down face up on the bed. She said that she hadn’t had sex since the night she got pregnant so this was the product of a lot of pent up sexual desire. I told her I was happy to be the one to relieve that tension. We had a second session that was just as hot the next morning, and the day after before she left to go to her mothers house.

The next session with her was after she had the baby and her breasts were leaking milk like crazy, but that is for another day.

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My New Boss

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Rain splatters on the window as the thunder rolls in after the lightening. Flashes light up the room as I snuggle down into my bed, covering my head with my duvet. I have a love-hate relationship with storms; on the one hand they are beautiful, exciting and awe-inspiring, but on the other hand they’re violent, destructive and frightening. I need to sleep. It took me ages to drop off earlier, and now I’m awake again. I have an important meeting with my new boss first thing in the morning. It’s my first day, but it was my bosses uncle that actually hired me, but he’s retiring and his nephew is taking over the business and I am to be his secretary. I’m dreading it, I don’t know anything about this guy, how old he is, what he looks like, nothing… I drift off my head is full of thoughts about the morning and I can hear the sound of rain pattering on the window pane.

The alarm clock is a rude awakening, as I climb out of bed I catch sight of the outfit I’ll be wearing today; a smart, black pinstripe skirt suit, red shirt, with black hold up stockings and stiletto, knee high boots, great outfit. At least he won’t take me as a push over wearing that.

I jump in the shower, the hot water waking me up properly. I squeeze out the gel and rub it between my fingers before rubbing it all over, the foamy water cascading down my naked body. I rub it into my breasts and my nipples harden as they are touched. I close my eyes and imagine someone with me, kissing my neck, rubbing my tits, touching my pussy. My hand slips in between my legs as I start to touch myself, pushing my middle finger inside of me I feel my wetness grow and I don’t mean by water from the shower. My finger movers in and out slowly at first making myself wetter then I start to gently rub my clit, it feels so good. I feel so horny this morning that I know it won’t take long to bring me off. I alternate between rubbing and inserting to ensure that my fingers are kept well lubricated and it’s not long before I start to feel my nerves tingle, I place my foot on the edge of the shower and lean against the wall with my hand, my forehead pressed against it. My legs start to tremble as the orgasm sweeps through me and I close my eyes and feel my pussy start to throb. Its all over pretty quickly, DIY orgasms are short and sweet but someone else doing it for you is something different entirely. I finish washing and then go and get dressed… power suit… I’ll show him who’s boss.

The journey into work is slow and uneventful, and apart from the bus driver giving me a smile and a wink, there’s nothing else to report. As I walk into the building, there is a real hustle and bustle in the building. I see a face I recognise from my interview, Sandra, she works in human resources, I’d been talking to her for quite a while whilst waiting for my interview.

“Hi Kerryn, first day?” She asks.

“Yeah, bit nervous, with meeting the new boss and new job and stuff…” I confide.

“I’ll get you a cup of tea love, help settle your nerves. Have you seen the new boss yet, his Uncle’s in today to show him around.”

“No, not yet, what’s he like?”

“Oooh he’s…” She’s interrupted by the sound of a mans voice.

“…and this is your secretary, Kerryn, she has glowing references and so I’m sure that you both will get on famously…”

I don’t hear anymore of the praise I’m receiving fethiye escort from the kind old man that had interviewed me, I’m too fixated on his very gorgeous relative. This twenty-something, five-foot-eleven, blue eyed, fair haired Adonis is going to be my boss? I can see that I’ll be putting in a lot of overtime in this job!! I can see him looking me up and down, is he checking me out as his secretary or is he imagining me naked like I am with him? We shake hands, big strong hands, no wedding band, excellent. His uncle is still babbling on, I just want to get my new boss into his office and help him “settle in”.

“Here is your tea Kerryn” It’s Sandra again, “Can I have a word?”

I wind up the introductions and the idol that is my new boss tells me he’d like to meet me in his office in 10 mins. My pleasure.

“Isn’t he just gorgeous” gushes Sandra, “I know he’s young enough to be my son, but…”

I smile. “Mmmmm”

I am grateful for the few minutes Sandra has provided me with. I compose myself in the bathroom, applying a little more lipstick.

I stand outside his room for a moment, trying to get up the courage to knock. I knock. No answer. Knock again, maybe he’s not back yet, I press my ear to the door as he opens it “Hi!” His warm broad smile welcomes me.

“I…um… did knock… just listening to see if you were in… oh dear!” I was so flustered, I wasn’t living up to my power suit image at all.

“It’s ok relax” His calming voice reassures me. He opens the door wide letting me in. I sit down in front of his desk.

“Tea? Coffee?”

“No thanks I’ve just had one” Not entirely true, I’d been too busy fixing my hair and make up to drink the one that Sandra had kindly made for me.

“I thought that it might be a good idea to have a little meeting, seeing as though we are both new and we’re going to be working so closely with each other.”

“Not close enough” I think to myself.

He then goes on to introduce himself properly. His name is Mark, he’s 27, loves watching and playing football, eating out, cinema, theatre, and horny as hell!! Ok he doesn’t tell me that, but by the way he’s looking at me, I can see it in his beautiful eyes that he wants me.

The weeks have passed, apart from a little flirting here and there nothing has really happened, I’ve continued to dress sexy and have caught him looking at the lacy tops of my stocking once or twice, but no real concrete evidence that he’s interested. Until…

It’s a fortnight before Christmas, and I have already helped Sandra decorate the office last week, but, bright and early on Monday morning she trots in with some mistletoe – perfect!! She hangs it up in all the doorways grinning at me and motioning to Marks door “Should I knock?” She laughs.

Later that morning, Mark calls me into his office. So armed with my notebook and pen I go in and sit down opposite him. The chair is set back a little way from the desk and see him watching as I cross my legs, eyeing up my lacy stocking tops. He looks up at me, I hold his gaze for a moment, and he realises that I know what he was looking at. He blushes, I smile. He smiles back and gets up and starts walking towards me. I open my mouth to speak, but he presses his finger against my lips, then he presses his lips against them. A soft gentle kiss, I drink him in, the smell of his aftershave, escort fethiye the feel of his skin touching mine, his tongue dancing with mine. He kneels down in front of me and places his hands on my knees and looks up at me, I nod, he opens my leg and snakes a hand up my leg and his inquisitive fingers find my silky black thong. His thumb starts rubbing and stroking me through my knickers, I am so turned on.

“What if someone walks in? I didn’t lock the door” I half whisper half groan.

He just carries on and looks up at me, his blue eyes sparkling, watching me, God he’s gorgeous.

“Do you want me to stop?” He says with a cheeky smile.

“God no!!” I groan as his fingers found their way into my underwear, rubbing my slit teasing me, touching me everywhere except my clit and my hole. He pulls at my thong, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards the edge of the chair, grabbing at my panties and yanking them down and off. He lifts up my blouse, kissing my stomach as he slowly unbuttons it, exposing my breasts that are being held captive in a silky black basque, he sits back and takes me in, the sight of me exposed to him must be turning him on because I can see a bulge growing in his trousers.

He leans forward again pushing my skirt right up to my hips and kisses and licks the tops of my legs that aren’t covered by my stockings. I’m starting to ache with anticipation. He pushes my legs open further and then pushes his face into my lap, and starts to lick my neatly trimmed pussy, hungrily nibbling, eating me, I lay back on the chair looking up at the ceiling as he explores me with his tongue. Every so often his tongue flicks across my clitoris, sending shivers up my spine. My hands grips the arms of the chair as he pushes his tongue inside of me. I let out a whimper as he continues to tongue fuck me and immediately look at the door, we’re ok. His eyes sparkle at me and he raises an eyebrow, almost mocking me, knowing how worried I am that someone will come in.

He concentrates all his attention on making me cum, pushing my legs as far apart and sets upon my sensitive little clit with a savageness in his tongue. My breathing quickens as he does and before long I can feel it building up. Watching him in his smart business suit, down in front of me on his knees, licking my pussy. My legs start to tremble and try to close them, but he pushes them back open and I start to cum. My whole body shakes, he lets go of my legs and I close them around his head for a moment, my pussy throbbing on his tongue, his tongue is now slow and concentrated, I release him from my grip.

He pulls away and I can see my juices round his mouth. He gives me that cheeky smile again as I try and recover my breath. I give him a smile back and I think he is a little surprised at how determined I look as I stand up, pull him to his feet and push him back onto his desk. I can taste myself on his kiss. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his flies, I can already see that he wants to fuck me through his trousers, but I’ve got a favour to repay, so I let his trousers drop to his ankles.

I release his long, thick cock from the confines of his white boxer shorts. A perfect specimen. I put my lips to his helmet, kissing it gently and then I open my mouth and sink down as far as I can, sucking his manhood. He groans, putting his hand on the back of my head, gripping fethiye escort bayan my hair and pushing me down further. I look up at him, watching me, I can’t wait for him to fuck me, but I will have to, at least for the next few minutes anyway. I stop sucking and start licking, big long licks from his balls up the shaft to his helmet, my tongue flicking lightly, he groans some more and gently pushes me away.

“I can’t stand anymore” he breathes in my ear “I need to have you now”

He turns me round and bends me over the desk. I push aside his neatly filed paperwork onto the floors I can lean right over the desk. He comes up behind me and spanks me with a ruler he’s picked up off the desk.

“That’s for being such a naughty girl” he laughs. My arse tingles it feels good.

I part my legs waiting for him to give me a damn good fucking, but he is being a tease, stroking my legs from my left ankle up my calf, back of my knee, thigh, bum, and down the other leg and back again, I’ve gone into arousal overdrive.

“I want it now” I moan.

He rubs his helmet around my soaking wet pussy and got his cock well lubricated. Then he gently pushes his way inside me.

“Mmmmm, oh yes…”

He covers my mouth with his hand “Shhh!” he laughs.

He starts to fuck me, slowly, allowing me time to become accustomed to the size of his prick. I start to loosen a little and he takes it as his cue to go for it, plunging his hard cock into me, banging it in nice and hard, catching me unawares and taking my breath away. He starts building up a nice, steady rhythm and grabs my hair pulling my head back of the desk. “I’ve wanted to do this since our first day”. He groans.

I whimper an inaudible reply, if I were anywhere else I’d be screaming the place down, but I didn’t want the rest of my colleagues to know that I was getting fucked doggy style by my boss over his desk. He reaches down and starts playing with my clit, keeping his cock still inside me, I am so horny, it is only a couple of seconds before I start to come on his dick. I can feel my muscles tightening on him and then he starts to fuck me again, slamming it in good and hard. He gets faster and faster.

“Uh, I’m gonna cum”

He pulls out, I turn around and drop to my knees, as he wanks himself I suck it for him, my hand cupping his balls. I feel his balls tighten and he takes a deep breath. I catch his eye as his spunk coats the back of my throat, every pulse of his orgasm shooting more into my expectant mouth, I swallow and continue to suck and lick him as his erection starts to subside. He strokes my hair and helps me to my feet. The phone rings, Mark answers.

“Hello?….. Yes, ok, give me five minutes… I’m just in a meeting with Kerryn…” he grins at me and replaces the receiver.

“In a meeting eh?” I ask laughing.

“Yeah, one of our many daily meetings…” pulling me close and kissing me passionately. “you look pretty flushed” he remarks handing me a glass of water, I drink some and then rearrange my hair and make up.

“You look pretty flushed yourself!” I reply rearranging my suit, picking up my notepad and heading towards the door.

“Er, you’ve forgotten these…” He waves my knickers at me.

“It’s ok, you can keep them as a present” I reply just before I open the door, he stuffs my wet thong in his pocket and follows me out and I hear…

“Oooh, mistletoe, you have to kiss her now!”

He bends down and kisses me lightly on my hot cheek “Merry Christmas!”

“And to you!” I reply smiling, and I think to myself, “Sandra… if only you knew!!!”

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My Night In Ch. 2

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Well you’ve had Seònaid’s account of what happened; now here’s my side.

We had been seeing each other for around three months and apart from the odd quickie when her flatmate was out we hadn’t really been able to get up to much. You can imagine my reaction when Seònaid told me that she would have the flat to herself all weekend because her flatmate was visiting her boyfriend in Manchester.

I arrived at her door about eight. It had been over a week since we had last seen each other (my work takes me all over the country) and I had been looking forward to tonight for days. Seònaid opened the door and I was stunned by what I saw. She had made herself up and she had obviously spent ages on her hair. She was wearing stockings, a flimsy little camisole and an oriental silk dressing gown that she knew was one of my favourites.

Before we had even got the door closed I had pinned her to the wall and kissed her. I kicked the door shut with my foot as I explored her mouth with my tongue. I could tell that she had been smoking. Seònaid only smokes when she wants to turn me on. I don’t know why it does, I think it’s just because it’s so appealingly out of character.

As we kissed I ran my hands over her body until I came to her tits. Seònaid has great tits, 38C and very firm; I could spend hours playing with them and still never get enough.

She fethiye escort led me through to the lounge and I sat down on her couch. She poured me a drink then knelt down in front of me. As I sipped my wine she undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. She reached up and kissed me as she pulled my straining cock from my boxers.

She began to lick the tip of my cock, and then very slowly she licked me up and down. With a look of pure hunger she then opened her mouth and took me inside. Seònaid could suck cock for Britain if it was an Olympic sport. She expertly worked her mouth up and down my shaft. At the top of each stoke she’d tease the end with her tongue before swallowing me up again. As her mouth worked on my shaft she wanked me with her hands. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself for much longer.

Then she stopped sucking me and pulled down the front of her camisole to reveal those lovely tits of hers. Within seconds she had wrapped them around my length and I was fucking her cleavage. On every stroke she’d stop to lick the tip of my cock. She squeezed me between those two lovely mounds of flesh as I groaned with pleasure. When she realised that I couldn’t hang on for much longer she started to wank me furiously with her hands. I was groaning with ecstasy and my cock began to twitch in her hands. She took me in her mouth again and sucked me escort fethiye for all that she was worth. All the time her hand pumped my cock like a piston. Finally it was too much. With a groan my hips bucked and I shot my load into her mouth. She took two loads of it in her mouth the rest sprayed over her face and tits.

She rubbed my cum into her tits. She lit a cigarette put on some music and then began to dance for me. Although my cock was now at half-mast I knew it wouldn’t take long for me to be ready for action again.

As she danced around the room she slowly stripped in time to the music. Before long she was standing before me in only a lacy little thong caressing her tits and slipping a finger into the thong to play with her clit.

Seònaid then pushed me back against the couch. She got on top of me and we started kissing. My hands reached for her tits and I was soon cupping those globes in my hands; slowly teasing her nipples.

I took one in my mouth and sucked it. As I did so she began to finger her clit. Then she grabbed my cock, which was already showing signs of life and began to frig herself with its tip. Her breathing began to get shallow and little shudders ran up her stomach. I know she is coming and I also know that she is trying to suppress it as best she can.

I continue to play with her tits and she guides my cock fethiye escort bayan into her hole. It’s warm and wet and she slides easily on to me. I begin to work up a rhythm and she grips my cock with the walls of her pussy. I continue to play with her tits as I fuck her from below. She reaches down to play with her clit again and whispers, “Take me from behind, you know I love it when you fuck me that way”.

She gets off me, removes her sodden thong and leans against the arm of the couch. I grab her hips and plunge my cock into her dripping pussy. As I thrust in she throws her hips back to meet me. As I ram into her I can feel her beginning to cum again. Despite the fact that she’s pleading with me not to stop I pull out. With the end of my cock I spread her juices around her other hole. Pausing only to see if she is willing I begin to push myself in. We’ve never done it this way before but I know it’s something she fantasises about.

I begin to strike up a rhythm as I push deeper and deeper into this unexplored hole. She plays with clit and screams at me “Oh yes, Oh yes FUCK ME, FUCK MY ARSE, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME”.

Seònaid begins to scream and her hips begin to buck uncontrollably. Contractions shake her body and she moans out loud. I know she has just come and I also know that I’m just about to. I pull out and let fly and two wads of cum hit her on the back. Seònaid lies down on the floor and lights another cigarette as I rub my cum into her skin. Then we just lie there recovering.

As Seònaid has said there was more but as she also said that’s another story.

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My Mountain Man

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He acted as if he was undereducated in this arena; however I was to find out that his tastes ran more to the unusual than the average cowboy or mountain man, as he would rather be known.

He entered my life quietly on a day when a flat tire was a good enough reason to have a crisis. I had been trying for several months to rid my life and home of a sponge that just kept drinking, so as had become the norm I was down at the local club with my oldest and a flat tire. Without so much as a word to me, he took charge, fixed the tire, left the tire pump in my car and left the club. He never even waited for a thank you.

That was how I met the man that would change my life in ways I did not even know was possible. I had no idea that six months later he would make me wonder if I ever knew what love or lust was about.

I came home from work on a typical Friday, meaning I was not in the best of moods, to find the roommate, kids, and animals gone. He was waiting at the door for me in a white button down shirt, open just enough to hint at what was underneath and a detailed set of written instructions.

The first asked me to walk into the bathroom, where a tub of hot water filled with rose petals waited on me. I did as I was instructed and while I was enjoying the fragrant water I heard soft music start from the bedroom. Shortly, there was a knock on the door and he walked in with an outfit and the list of instructions that I had left on the bed. The second instruction requested that I put on the outfit he had hung on the bathroom door, apparently he had been shopping while I was at work. The outfit was a short plaid skirt, slit up the sides and a pair of white thigh high tights, a white short sleeve button up shirt. The shirt was designed to tie in the front. The final piece de resistance was a black lacy bra and matching lacy panties.

The third instruction was a bit confusing as he had written that I place the finishing touches on the outfit myself. I thought carefully for a few minutes and put my long auburn hair into two perfect pigtails. I thought about applying a little mascara to really make my eyes stand out, but just as I was considering this, there was another knock on the bathroom door.

Into the bathroom he stepped, handed me another written sheet of instructions and out he went. Confused, I read the first instruction, which simply said, “Meet me at the truck.” I walked out of the bathroom to find my white lace ups. I decided that he meant for me to wear these to complete the outfit so I sat down on the bed and put them on. Then I walked out the door and to the truck, not sure what to expect when I got there. There he sat, calming waiting for me to arrive at the door of the vehicle. He very genteelly walked to my door opened it and picked me trabzon escort up and set me in the seat. Of course, he let his hand rest under the skirt a few seconds before he set me down. This caused more than a tingling sensation in my body but just as I thought it might develop into something more he removed his hand and set me down.

When he got in the vehicle he was extremely quiet, the silence becoming slightly uncomfortable, when he informed me that we would be traveling for awhile so I should get comfortable. Then he turned on the radio and said nothing else, leaving me to wonder what other surprises he had in store for me. It was apparent that a lot of thought had gone into this little endeavor, just how much would be revealed to me slowly, building the suspense and intensity of our most interesting adventure.

We arrived at our destination about half and hour later, a small dimly lit restaurant. We were seated in a small alcove booth; he directed me to the far side of booth and sat down next to me. He ordered our dinner and drinks, without even letting me see the menu. He let his left hand wander to my thigh, causing a tremor to run through my body. Slowly his hand traveled upward causing me to gasp when he reached my lacy panties. He let his fingers slip under the fabric and make soft circles on my swollen button. Just then, dinner was delivered and I covered my emotional state by concentrating on the meal. It was a wonderful pasta dish that I knew I would not be able to finish. He ate his meal, keeping the conversation light and refusing to answer any questions regarding our evening. I was still thinking about his hand under my skirt, so I could not really keep up the thread of a normal conversation. Oblivious to the state he had put me in by his actions; he seemed not to notice that I wasn’t really listening well. When dinner was over he walked with me back to the vehicle and picked me to lift me into the seat. Instead of putting me right in, as he usually would have, he gave me a long, deep kiss, causing my body heat to rise instantly. Then he deposited me in the seat gently and hooked my seatbelt around me.

He climbed into the truck and started the engine, and again refused to answer any questions. After a few minutes he handed me another sheet of paper, on it was written only the words, “More will be revealed”. This forced me in to a stunned silence and I asked no more questions. Twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of a beautiful hotel and stopped. He opened my door and told me “Stop worrying, everything is arranged.” I guess the look on my face said volumes. He said nothing else and led me into the hotel, to a beautiful room. As we entered the room, I started to say how beautiful it was, when he stopped me with another deep trabzon escort bayan kiss. Only this time, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, letting his hands slide down my body to the slits in the skirt. Just as I thought he was going to do more, he turned me around and slid a silk scarf over my eyes. He tied the scarf, making sure that it wasn’t too tight.

Blindfolded and slightly disoriented, he led me from door over to the bed and stopped. He paused for several seconds, causing some fear to course through me, along with a large dose of anticipation. He finally spoke to me, “sit down”, nothing more. Unaccustomed to such direct orders, I sat down immediately. He carefully removed my boots, and then moved his hands upward toward the top of my thighs. Slowly he began to remove the tights, after carefully taking them off, he stopped touching me. After several minutes, I must have looked somewhat bewildered because he started to laugh.

He then stood me up and gently began to undo the knot in the front of my shirt and I felt his hands reach around to the clasp on the bra. After removing these items, his hands lingered on my breasts causing the nipples to stand upright. Then he let his hands slide down to my panties and began removing them. As he slid them down my legs, he demanded that I step out of them. I did as I was told and waited for him to tell me what he wanted me to do next. I did not have to wait long, as he carefully laid me back on the bed.

He then asked me to place both hands above my head, which I did willingly, not really knowing what to expect. He carefully tied my hands together and attached the other end to something above my head. This shocked me somewhat, but it was all part of the suspense. Then he ramped up the intensity by separating my legs and tying me to the bed spread-eagle.

After what seemed like an eternity, I felt his hard shaft on my chin. Out of instinct I began to suck his member into a stiff erection. Though, it had already been somewhat hard before I started. His breath was coming in fast bursts when suddenly he withdrew from my mouth. I felt his hot breath on my neck and move down to my breasts, as he put one nipple in his mouth I felt small tingling shocks race through my body. Then he moved to the other breast causing a repeat reaction. His hands gently traveling down my body, stopping to play with the butterfly I wore in my belly button. Just when I thought he was going to move farther down with his hands, he stopped and began kissing down my body toward my now very hot wet pussy.

Stopping again, he asked me if I had been a good girl today. I replied by shaking my head “no” just to see what he would do. His response was to spank my pussy with his the head of his cock. Again he asked me escort trabzon if I had been a good girl, I said nothing so he unfettered my ankles and turned me over on my stomach. After he turned me over, he asked the question again, unable to respond in a timely fashion I received a spanking. As I was moaning slightly and trying to figure out the rules of this game, he retied my ankles. Then he said “this is what I do to bad little girls” and began licking my pussy. Consequently, I could do little to respond when he asked the question again. I just moaned slightly as he had stopped just short of my first climax. Again I received a spanking with his hands first and then the head of his cock on my very swollen clitoris. This sent me over the edge and I begged him to put his member inside me. He refused saying “that was only for good girls.”

Beginning to understand the rules of this game, I told him that I would be a good girl. At this, he undid the ties on my ankles and removed the restraint from my hands. Then he asked me to get on my knees, guiding me off the bed and onto the floor. I responded as any good girl would, as my need was now driving my body’s actions. After making sure that I was comfortable he placed his hard shaft in my mouth and his hand on the back of my head. I began to suck on his cock hard and fast, just as I knew he liked. This continued for several minutes, and then he stopped my actions and placed me back on the bed.

Once again, he kissed me, this time hard on the mouth, his own needs driving his actions. His hands traveled down my body toward my pussy, rubbing my clitoris causing me to moan in ecstasy as continued the kiss. Then his kiss stopped and he began trailing kisses down my body causing deep shudders in my entire body. He stopped just short of my hot pussy, causing a short moan of disappointment to escape my lips. I heard a soft chuckle then he began licking and sucking on my clitoris, causing me to cum.

Again he brought his rock hard shaft to my mouth and I began to suck his cock hard and fast, eager for him to cum in my mouth. Unfortunately, this was not in his plan because just as I thought he was about to cum, he removed his cock from my mouth. However, by this time my body was more than ready to accommodate all of him, he placed his pulsing member inside me and began to fuck me slowly then more quickly as his own desire reached its peak. Just as I felt my own body shudder into yet another climax he began to shoot his own hot cum into me. After several glorious minutes, he removed my blindfold and began kissing me gently. He lay down next to me and I placed my head on his shoulder falling in slumber in a matter of seconds.

A wonderful ending to a romantic interlude, I thought as I drifted off to sleep. However, this was not the end of his surprises, just the beginning. More surprises would follow after a brief rest. I would discover that there was no end to surprises he would bestow on me; indeed, he had many more tricks up his sleeve and this interlude would be the first of many.

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The droplets tugged me out of my dreamland. The following tantalising smell of fresh apples completely woke me up. The culprit was my dearly wife.

I think she might have just finished her shower and a head-bath!!?? (Lucky me). Yesterday is the last day for her periods. Let’s just say her mood swings are legendary. Hell hath no fury than my girl on her periods. Actually, she is a sweet girl on normal days and a cuddly cat after her periods.

Instead of being afraid of PMS I always look forward for them. She is really cute when is angry. Those are really torture for me on those days. I don’t know whether to run for hills for her anger or snog her brains out at the same time.

I really loved her and I cared for her on those special days. She reaps me rewards on the bed aftermath.

Ok back to the point. It is a crime for an extraordinarily beautiful woman to tease her husband with her wet body and little glimpse of her treasure. Knowing exactly what is underneath that towel adds more fuel to my hunger for her body.

That one drop, started its journey from the tip of her hair. Flowed along the sinfully curved neck. Can a neck be that sexy? Suddenly dipped inside of towel along her spine.

As I am concentrating the wicked images of her beautiful back, the brother of drop on her forehead from the mirror caught my eye. And my eyes followed it like a faithful puppy.

Moving oh-so slowly from its starting point, it advanced to the nose, on nose bridge. This suddenly brought my attention to her eyes. Beautiful petal shaped brown eyes. Sometimes (scratch that, Always) I was utterly destroyed by her eyes whenever she needs something from me. Looking into those eyes during any argument removes no from my vocabulary.

Gah, once again out of the point. Again, I looked for the drop. It is hanging dearly for its life from the tip of her upturned nose. Suddenly it fell on her top lip. Those lips hmmm yummy.

“Nom nom”

A delicate pink tongue tried to wipe it out of its existence but some how it survived. That particular act brought certain organ of my body to life. By a great strength I suppressed my groan. I don’t want to disturb the thing of beauty. The drop successfully continued its journey.

Hats off buddy you are a tough one.

Then from the tip of pointy chin suddenly it fell down to her neck. This time a hand with dry towel followed it on the intention of wiping it out completely.

Hurray! Somehow our buddy water droplet successfully out ran the hand and towel combo and headed to the valley of boobs.

Oh no.

The transmission was lost. Soldier water droplet missing. Suddenly I was completely envious of little droplet. AND THEN…

THE TOWEL WAS DROPPED.

Like the curtain drops to reveal a wonderful marmaris escort sculpture, the white terry cloth was pooled around her feet.

I am sure my jaw is somewhere on the floor. No matter how many times I see her naked every time she stuns and amazes me.

Her breasts are neither too large nor too small. They fit perfectly for her figure. Her dark areolae contrast wonderfully to her bronze complexion. Her pink nubs are cute and they are really sensitive (personal experience). With few licks they sets her off violently.

At the same my monkey inside the brain started sending the vivid images of her experiencing orgasm on my bed due to my tongue.

I think I am drooling. The wetness on my chin confirmed the fact and a tent in my sheets confirmed the birth of my desire for her.

Her tummy is flat. The days of running with me paid off. Of course, I ogled her rump during our runs as a dutiful husband and red-blooded male. She is as smooth as a baby down there. I love eating her and let her loose on my tongue.

Her thighs (“Nom nom”) and sinfully long legs. They look erotic when they are wrapped around me.

The proudest feature of her is definitely her bum. Perfectly carved out from smooth stone by greatest sculptor. The running further toned her wonderful butt.

Suddenly it struck me, the object of my carnal adoration stopped drying her body.

I looked up her face. I was caught.

“Like what you see?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Isn’t sneak peaking at women rude?”

“Who said you are a woman? You are a goddess.”

Beautiful laugh filled my ears. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere.”

“Is it so?”

“Oh yeah.” Using my words against me? Did I tell you that my wife is a lawyer? That too a successful one?

Suddenly I launched myself at her without any warning and took hold of her. Her squeak blasted my ear drum, I don’t care. All that matters is sexpot of 5’11 in my hands.

I threw her onto the bed without caring my nudity and started tickling her. Peals of laughter filled the room. It almost made my day. (your day is not complete unless you take care of your boner) I stopped tickling her and let her take a breather.

Heeding to the lust inside me, I started kissing her. My minx eagerly responded with equal ferocity. My hands weren’t idle either. They explored the rest of her body. My left-hand went south and its partner raced north both starting from her hips.

My greedy hands massaged her supple ass and bountiful boobs. My fingers played with her pointed nipple with fine expertise gained from our past love making and fucking.

I couldn’t get enough of her ass. It is soft and round which perfect for kneading and spanking.

After few wonderful moments of kneading and kissing I couldn’t control my desire marmaris escort bayan to explore her fine body with my lips and started to move towards her honeypot which is currently being toyed by my left-hand fingers. (I swear to god I really don’t know when they left her wonderful spongy butt.) She wetter than Niagara water falls on downpour. Three fingers were greedily sucked by her pussy and my thumb was busy playing with her clit.

Her moans were heavenly choir for my ears.

My mouth followed for her graceful curve of her neck and my teeth wanted to taste her freshly washed skin. With little biting and nibling my mouth took over her right tit after little confusion. My lips immediately latched to her rubbery pointed nipple and started sucking eagerly.

My mouth and my fingers fought for their rights on her boobs. Between my fingers in her canal and my teeth oh-so softly on her breasts she creamed on my fingers in no time.

I tasted her nectar on my fingers. My hunger is not sated by a sample. My heart yearned for more. So, I continued my journey downward to taste the real thing.

My lips stopped at her navel to worship her belly button and granted permission to move forward by the hands of my mistress in my hair.

Instead of directly diving into her honeypot, I wanted to taste her supple and meaty thighs. I almost went to her toes and restarted my journey towards her pussy.

I took a deep breath of her musky aroma and started nibbling around her petals and slowly advanced to them. My little minx pulled me urgently demanding my attention to her pussy, but I took my time. Finally, (ok the teasing also affected me) I lightly spread her labia and started licking from bottom to top with a little flick at her clit.

Her moans are my trusty guide in the adventure of bringing her to the orgasm. As always, I changed the pressure in my licking according to her moans. After few seconds I latched my lips on her clit and added fingers to the game. My fingers found the rough patch which always sets her off violently.

When I say violently, she mostly chokes me by locking my head in her thighs. What a way to go.

After few taps to her g-spot, she orgasmed with a loud moan and I didn’t forget to taste her cream.

“Hmm, delicious” I said when she let me up for air.

With a fiery look she then tackled me to bed and kissed me.

She stunned me by saying “You are right I really taste good.”

“Trust your man about it lady.”

“Oh! I trust you.” With that she silenced any retort from me with another kiss.

With a wicked grin on her face, she moved southward of my body.

* * * * *

HER

My lips mirrored his path on my body. But there are no boobs for me to squeeze. His body is smooth escort marmaris and chiselled. His workouts are really good for him and bad for me.

He is all shiny, puffed and wet with sweat which makes me wet.

He really blew my mind and socks off me while eating me. Now I am going to blow his (pun intended).

I started by licking the underside of his cock and licked at the mushroom tip. After few wonderous moments for me and torturous for him, I took him into my mouth and started bobbing on his dick.

My left-hand fondled his balls and other one helped me screwing his dick. I also made sure to keep my drool in check.

I alternated licking and sucking his cock as silently as possible. I know I practically screamed and creamed on the tongue of his before. But I wanted to keep the sound minimum.

His groan is only warning I got before he erupted inside my mouth. He is little salty but ok.

* * * * *

HIM

I have to say she really blew my mind.

This wonderful woman is mine. That thought set tingles on my body.

“I love you woman.”

“I love you too my man.” And she kissed me, which made my cock rise again.

Seeing my little guy rise she sat up and straddled me with a grace but left my poor pecker out of her vagina. She started moving back and forth both teasing me and herself. I tried to put myself in her when she reached the tip but she quickly moved away.

“Nope. Today I am the in charge.”

I grinned at her and let her do her bidding. After a few seconds (and they are really lengthy seconds) she took mercy of my condition and let me slip inside her.

Finally.

Being inside her is like being inside a warm massage oil. Warm and slick. She started rising up to a small height and falling slowly. She placed her hands on my chest for her leverage.

She is torturing me by bringing me to the point of eruption and stopping suddenly. And it is really a painful torture. I can overpower but I also wanted to see her taking the charge. She repeated her tactic few more times.

When I tried to pump her using her hips, she held me by my balls in her grip and I did not do it again. After painful ten minutes she morphed into human version of jack-hammer.

She is a vision. Her bouncing on me and her bouncy boobs on her. After few wonderful minutes she stopped. I almost groaned in frustration but she did not entirely stop.

Her Kegels worked their magic on my dick and I will definitely will kill anyone without hesitation if they interrupt. I erupted inside her and it is wonderful but not painful.

Sweat is covering both of us. She noticed the sweat and said “Now I have to bath again” with a huff. This made me laugh and that made my wife my bounce on me as she is lying on me. That particular action made my blood flow to an organ which is buried inside her.

“Let’s take a bath together.”

I lifted her in my arms and moved to bathroom to satisfy my new hunger and to wash her supple body.

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This is my submittal for the 2019 Summer Lovin’ contest. This is a mostly true romantic story of how my friends, fictitiously named Allie and Dave, got together. I hope you enjoy it.

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My neighbor Allie lost her husband a month before the summer monsoons hit the Southern Arizona desert. In years past it was a tradition, one that just began spontaneously as some of the older residents claim, that when the first summer rains poured down from the heavens, the residents on our street in this retirement community would dance on the sidewalks like little kids, soaking wet. My wife, Cindy, and I thought the practice was silly but participated nonetheless. Now I anxiously anticipate watching Allie, with her rain drenched top clinging to her mature curvy figure, playfully, yet unknowingly, reviving the lust of my youth, the blood rushing to my manhood filling with sinful desire.

Allie stood about five foot-six. She had long wavy blonde hair that nearly approached her round butt. The first time I saw Allie dancing in the summer rain she was wearing a white tank top without a bra. I was mesmerized at the sight of her large breasts bouncing, the cotton top clinging to them, her nipples protruding behind the wet cloth. Allie’s husband, George, was playfully playing with her butt as they frolicked in their driveway next door. My wife, Cindy, waived for them to come join us which they did. We had fun playing like little kids in the rain. At one point I saw Allie looking at my crotch which was embarrassing considering my erection was barely concealed inside my wet shorts.

My wife passed away over a year ago. She was healthy and vibrant. Suddenly she was gone in a horrific accident on the freeway along with her best friend while they were traveling to visit friends out of town. Cindy, my wife, was petite and vivacious. She never lost her desire for sexual pleasure as some women do as they age. Cindy kept me active in the bedroom, now I stay active masturbating. At first I relived our sexual exploitations in my mind but when summer started my nocturnal images turned to watching Allie dancing in the rain.

This summer began with fantasies of Allie driving my self-inflicted nocturnal eruptions. The few monsoon downpours we have experienced left me without the visual enticement of wet cloth clinging to Allie’s large breasts, her soaked shorts wrapped around her magnificent round ass. The first time I witnessed Allie dancing in the rain several years ago it made me very horny I practically attacked my wife Cindy when we went back inside and shed our drenched clothing.

“My, are we excited,” Cindy had said to me looking at my erection. “Must be our new neighbors,” she had teased. “Just kidding,” she laughed. “I think she’s hot too. The rain isn’t the only thing making me wet.”

I had always suspected that Cindy and her friend, Janet, were more than just good friends and Cindy was not necessarily monogamous with me. That didn’t bother me, I simply enjoyed Cindy’s sexual prowess and if she needed to get it on with a woman I was okay with that. If she was attracted to Allie and wanted to bring her into our life, that would be a fantasy fulfilled. It was unlikely though that we could have acted on it considering our friendship with Allie and her husband, George.

“Well, are you going to do something with that stiff rod of yours?” Cindy prodded that summer afternoon three years ago. I picked up her petite body and carried her to the bedroom. I let Cindy down and laid on the bed with my erection pointing up in the air. Cindy mounted me and rode me hard as she usually did. I closed my eyes and imagined our new neighbor’s large luscious breasts bouncing along with the rhythm of my wife’s gyrations. Unexpectedly, just moments into our copulation, I exploded, shooting my sperm up into my wife’s pussy.

“Fuck,” Cindy exclaimed. “You never cum when I’m riding you,” she lamented. “And how come your eyes were closed and you weren’t grabbing my tits?” Cindy dismounted while my cock was beginning to soften. “You were fantasizing about her, weren’t you?” I nodded my confession.

Cindy had the perfect perky b-cup breasts with large brown areolas and nipples that protruded out an inch when aroused. Cindy loved it when I played with her nipples which I usually did when she rode my cock, pinching them enhanced her orgasms. When our first son was born and Cindy naturally lactated, she erotically squeezed her nipples and sprayed her mother milk on my cock, then licked it as if savoring an ice cream cone.

As couples, Cindy and I became good friends with Allie and George when they moved into the community three years ago. George was fifteen years her senior in his sixties, Allie barely turned fifty. George and Allie were active in the community up until about a year ago when George was diagnosed with cancer. It wasn’t long after that his health deteriorated quickly.

When Cindy tragically died, George and Allie were good friends providing me with support and helping me with the funeral arrangements. I reciprocated marmaris escort for Allie during the final months of George’s life, driving her to hospice care when she was emotionally unable to drive herself. By the time George passed away Allie had accepted his fate and began to grieve quietly, internally. Since the funeral, she has been reclusive, barely going out except for an occasional need to acquire groceries. I have wanted to console her but decided it was probably best to give her space, she will come out of her grief on her own.

Allie and George were married a long time. They had met when Allie barely turned eighteen and he left the army after a fifteen year stint that had showed him the world. They had settled down to a life in a sleepy mid-western town where George managed a restaurant and Allie worked as hostess. The couple never had children and Allie excused them saying they were busy with the restaurant practically twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

It was a day in early August when Allie knocked on my door. She was dressed in a loose fitting top which exposed a considerable amount of cleavage and tight fitting shorts that highlighted her legs and ass. I was happy to see her.

“Dave,” she began. “Can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course. Anything you need,” I responded.

“My car died and I’m having it towed to the shop,” the beautiful middle aged woman with the soft blonde hair explained. “Can you take me to the store? I need to pick up a few things,” she asked.

“Sure,” I answered and reached for my car keys hanging by the front door. We went to the local shopping center after stopping at the drugstore. We chatted about easy things like the weather and food we liked. There were steaks on sale so I made the suggestion that I should buy a couple and that we could barbecue them some evening, a roundabout way to ask Allie over for dinner. She said that would be nice with a glimpse of the Allie who would come over with George to have dinner with Cindy and myself in happier times.

“Looks like we might get rain,” Allie noticed looking up at the dark grey clouds overhead.

“We should get back and get the groceries in before it comes,” I said to her.

I pulled into Allie’s driveway close to her door. A few drops of rain were beginning to fall as we unloaded her bags. I moved my car back to my driveway and grabbed my bags, steaks and wine, as the skies unleashed.

I looked outside after setting the bags down and there was Allie dancing in the rain. I didn’t hesitate to join her. We frolicked and held each other. My eyeglasses were spotted with large drops of water so I couldn’t really see but I could feel her wet body, her breasts pressed against me as we hugged.

“I bought a few extra bottles of wine,” I said to Allie. “After you get dry and change your clothes you should come over and we could have a glass or two together,” I offered. Allie appeared to return to her normal self so I figured it would not be out of place to be friendly.

“I’d like that,” she replied.

An hour later Allie knocked on my door and I could not have been happier. We sat on the covered patio drinking wine and have a conversation that mostly centered on how my two sons were doing and their careers in Silicon Valley writing apps for smart phones. Allie stunned me as we both neared finishing our second glass of wine.

“What did you and Cindy do after dancing in the rain?” she asked with a tone of seriousness I didn’t expect.

“We made love,” I answered after a brief hesitation.

“I remember the first time George and I danced in the summer rain,” Allie started to reminisce. “Cindy waved us over to join you,” she said starting to smile. “I looked at the bulge in your pants,” she laughed.

I blushed with embarrassment trying to move the conversation in a different direction, not willing to confess how she always had me aroused with the sight her tits bouncing beneath the wet top.

“What did you and George do?” I asked.

“We would take a soft cloth and dry each other off gently,” she said. “Then we would lie in bed for hours caressing each other,” she recounted lovingly.

Allie paused for a moment. I could sense she wanted to say more so I let her just be. She took a big swig of wine to finish her glass. I poured her another and she spoke up.

“I met George when I was volunteering at the hospital,” she started slowly. “He just had a medical discharge from the army and was in for what the chart said ‘reconstructive surgery.’ I wasn’t sure what that meant at the time. Anyway, he was handsome, kind, gentle and sweet. I think I had an immediate crush on him. You know, like a school girl crush on an older man.”

“George was so different than any other man or boy I was ever attracted to,” Allie continued. “The boys I dated in high school were nice but after a while I sensed all they wanted was to get in my panties. I was pretty well endowed, even in high school,” she said glancing down to her breasts. “George didn’t look at me that way. He was different.”

Allie marmaris escort bayan took another gulp of wine before she continued her story. “One day I walked in George’s room and the doctors were behind the curtain. They were saying things like, ‘it’s only cosmetic’ and ‘you won’t be able to function’ and ‘you will need hormone replacement the rest of your life.”

I was a bit puzzled what Allie was trying to tell me about George, I looked at her quizzically.

“It was an accident in the army,” Allie told me. “He,” she hesitated. “He lost his, you know, sexual parts.”

My mind was racing to understand. Here is a beautiful eighteen year old woman with a body that any man would die to have and she fell in love with and married a man who couldn’t function fully as a man.

“You must have been deeply in love with him,” I commented.

“Don’t think he couldn’t satisfy me sexually,” Allie responded. “What he could do with his tongue, any woman would die for,” she said sensing I might have misunderstood their situation. “George could make me orgasm more times than I could count. And he would play inside me with toys,” she confessed.

I was relieved they had a satisfying sex life, at least for her.

“The only thing that bothered me was feeling the intensity of his pleasure,” she lamented. “He made me feel good and I could do nothing for him.”

“I’m sure your love for him was all he needed,” I consoled her.

Allie finished her third glass of wine. “I better get going. You’ve heard enough of my sad story tonight,” she said to me as she stood up.

“It was far from a sad story,” I told. “Actually a romantically beautiful one,” I commented.

I walked her across the yard, if you can call a gravel spotted with cacti and succulents a yard, to her front door. I bid Allie good night and she gave me a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

I didn’t see Allie the entire next day but on the following morning she called. She asked if I could drive her to the repair shop so she could retrieve her car. On the way there I reminded Allie of the steaks I had bought to barbeque. We set up a date for the following evening which was a Friday.

Friday evening Allie and I had a wonderful dinner of steak and a salad I prepared with Romaine, blanched asparagus, grilled tomato and Feta cheese. We drank some wine and loosened up. Allie was opening up, asking all sorts of off the wall questions, she wanted to know all the funny stories of Cindy and my sex life. I suppose she really was inquisitive about a normal married couple’s sex life.

“Did your boys ever catch you having sex?” she asked me.

“One time the boys were at their grandparents for the entire weekend,” I started to tell Allie a story in response to her question. “We weren’t expecting them back until Sunday evening so we engaged in some afternoon sex. Cindy was riding me reverse on the sofa in the living room. Without warning the boys burst through the front door. Cindy stopped bouncing on me, I was still inside her when she matter-of-factly said to the boys, ‘go to your room and wait twenty minutes while daddy and I finish our adult exercise workout’. The boys didn’t seem to think anything of it.”

“How old were they then?” Allie asked.

“Billy was ten and Lucas eight,” I recalled.

Not wanting this to be a one sided conversation about my sex life with my wife, I turned to ask Allie about the crazy things she did with George. Maybe it would make her feel that their sexual experiences were just as exciting as Cindy and I had.

“The wildest thing happened one night when we were on vacation in New York,” she said. “We were sitting at the hotel bar having a night cap and there was a woman sitting next to me trying to hit on the woman on the other side of her,” Allie explained.

“I could hear the entire conversation,” she went on. “When the woman said that men were worthless and couldn’t eat a pussy if their life depended on it, I took a hundred dollar bill out of my purse and slapped it in front of her. I bet her that George could make the other woman cum faster, harder and more times with his mouth and tongue than she could.”

“Wow, that’s a challenge,” I remarked.

“We took both of them up to our room,” Allie continued. “The other woman slid her dress and panties off and laid on the bed while George went to town on her. In fifteen seconds she was screaming with an orgasm. George didn’t stop. Her body bucked and writhed with orgasm after orgasm. Then George started vigorously rubbing her clit and she squirted all over George’s face.”

“How did the woman who was hitting on her do?” I asked.

“She didn’t even try,” Allie said. “She just got up and left. We invited the other woman, her name was Carrie, to stay a while with us. She said only if there’s no penetration. I assured her that would not be a problem so she stayed the night. It was my first time with a woman.”

“How did it feel with a woman compared to George? Was she as good as him at getting you to orgasm?” I asked.

“It was different,” escort marmaris Allie responded. “Mostly I liked kissing her soft lips and sucking on her nipples,” she went on.

“Was that a onetime thing with a woman or have you been with others?” I asked.

“That was my only time,” Allie answered and went on to share her feelings about it. “I told George how much I liked it and he encouraged me to pursue relationships with other women.”

“Did you?” I inquired.

“Well, no, I mean I never really met another woman I was attracted to and comfortable with, until,” she stated and stopped.

“Until?” I encouraged her.

“Until I met you and Cindy,” she confessed. “I fantasized us making love, Cindy and myself but I could never act on it. I was afraid that would ruin our friendship.”

“I’m sure Cindy would have welcomed a sexual relationship with you,” I told her. “I know she was attracted to you and she was just as aroused as I was when we first saw you dancing in wet clothes that summer day when we first met.”

“Did Cindy have a relationship with another woman?” Allie asked me bluntly.

“We never talked about it but I knew there was something going on between Cindy and her best friend Janet,” I told her.

All of a sudden Allie started to cry. I wasn’t understanding why so I stood up and went to her and gave her a hug. We went inside and sat down on the sofa, my arm wrapped around her. I didn’t say anything, waiting for Allie to calm down from her emotional outburst of tears.

“Dave?” Allie started to ask. “Do you find me attractive?”

“More than I would care to confess to,” I responded.

“Someday, when I am ready, would you make love with me?” she asked. I wasn’t sure I actually heard the request. I looked at this goddess of a woman, not believing that my fantasy of being with her might someday be realized.

“Make love with you?” I asked trying to confirm.

“Yes,” she answered demurely. “I want to feel a man inside me,” she said in a soft broken voice. “George once had a plan to see if we could have a foursome with you and Cindy. He wanted to see me with a man.”

I didn’t know how to respond so I just squeezed her body tight against mine.

“I told him that I wouldn’t,” Allie said. “Now, I feel like I need to.”

We sat there in silence for several minutes letting the situation make its way to something that might resemble a normal encounter among friends.

“God, I’m such an emotional train wreck,” Allie said eventually.

“It’s alright,” I said trying to comfort her. “This last year or so has been fraught with emotions and grief, me losing Cindy and you losing George.”

“Thank you for being such a good friend,” she said. “I better get going now. Thank you for the wonderful dinner.” Allie stood up and started making her way to the door. I quickly got ahead of her and walked her back to her house next door. She left me with a light kiss, this time on my lips.

I sat down afterwards with a glass of brandy trying to soak in all the conversation of the evening and try to imagine where things would go with Allie and myself. Eventually I went to bed with an erection that I stroked to the vision of Allie dancing in the rain.

The following morning I called Allie to see if she was doing alright after the emotional roller coaster ride we went on the night before. We had a pleasant conversation that resulted in a plan to date and really get to know each other better. There was a dance at the community clubhouse that evening so we decided to make that our first formal outing together.

The evening was pleasant so we walked the short distance to the clubhouse. Allie was dressed in a tight fitting red dress that was cut low to show her ample cleavage.

“You realize that you are going to pop a lot of the old men’s tents this evening,” I joked with her.

“Pop their tents?” Allie asked seeming to not be familiar with the expression.

“Give the men boners when they see you,” I explained. “Their pants pop out like a tent in their crotch.”

“That’s silly,” Allie laughed.

We both had a good time that evening dancing and socializing with some of the folks we knew in the community. Allie did get noticed by a number of the men who asked me permission if they could have a dance with her. Of course I encouraged Allie to dance with them which led to a few stabbing looks from their wives.

“You are somewhat of a sick puppy,” Allie said to me out of the blue on our walk home.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“You were relishing watching me get hit on by those dirty old men,” she laughed jabbing me in the side.

“Actually I was relishing the stares from their wives,” I told her.

“Carl Jensen wanted me to go outside in the dark with him so he could feel my tits,” Allie chuckled.

“I’m surprised he didn’t whip out his dick and go for a tittie fuck,” I shot back.

“You are a sick one,” Allie responded poking me again.

It was a fun pleasant evening that ended with a romantic kiss good night. We embraced, our lips came together with more passion. Allie’s tongue explored mine, we were locked in a sensuous smooch. That night I once again explored my fantasies with Allie alone in my bed with an act of self-pleasuring.

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Ron got woken up hearing some distinct chat from the living room. He got up and listened to the voices. One was his mother’s. He was very sure that the other one is Linda. She is a very close friend of his mother, Kate.

Linda, Linda Adams is 40 years old, little younger than Kate who is 42. They are friends for almost 15 years. Ron known her since he was a kid. He likes her very much. She was always very nice to him. He loves to spend time with her whenever he gets a chance. She was divorced 10 years back and was single since then.

Ron just turned 19 and his graduation is done. He came back to home to have a break while planning for his career. He’s only 5’2 and lean. He got short brown hair and brown eyes.

He quickly rushed to the living room to see her. They were laughing by the time he entered.

“Oh! Who do we have here?” Linda said with a happy tone.

“Hi! Ms. Adams. It is so good to see you.” Ron extended his hand to greet her.

“Oh come on! Give me a hug.” She stood and welcomed him.

Linda is kind of a giant standing at 5’11. She has 34D sized chest and perfectly toned body. She is very fair and got blonde hair. She wore a low cut blue dress which gives a very good cleavage.

Ron was completely taken away by looking at her. He immediately went on to hug her. His face was just above her chest. She smelt great to him. He held her firmly to get the maximum feel he could get. He got an erection with that. He tried to his level not to press it to her.

Linda kissed him on his forehead as he got back from the hug.

“I guess it’s been 6 months since I met him last time.” She said to his mother.

“Yeah! You were not there whenever he came for a holiday and he was not there whenever you visited.” His mother replied.

“But finally, we made it today.” Linda laughed.

Ron sat across her and was trying very hard to hide his erection. He didn’t put on his underwear and his penis was poking on his shorts. He thought of making an excuse to go back to his room but didn’t want to miss being with her for the time she was there.

“So, how are things going on Ron?” Linda asked.

“Everything is good.” he replied with a smile.

“Great!” she took the last sip from her cup and stood.

“I guess I should be leaving now. As said there is lot of work to do.” Linda said to Kate.

Ron felt sad as she was about to leave.

“Yeah! Hey, may be Ron can help you with all that.” Kate said.

Ron looked at both of them not knowing what are they talking about.

“I don’t know. He just came for his vacation. And also he might have other plans.” Linda said looking both of them simultaneously.

“I don’t have any plans. How can I help you?” Ron replied.

“Linda wants to redecorate her home and could use some help moving all the stuff.” His mother said to him.

“Sure! I can do that!” he said to Linda.

“Thank you so much Ron! When can you come over?”

“You can take him right now I guess. Anyway I’ll be out of town for this weekend to attend my company’s annual gathering. He can stay at your place.” Kate said.

“That’ll be great then! I promise you a good time.” Linda smiled to Ron.

“Give me some time to get ready.” He stood to go to his room holding his still erected penis through his shorts pocket.

“You might want to pack some clothes for the weekend!” His mother said to him.

Both the ladies sat back and started discussing something.

Ron locked the door as soon as he entered his room. He quickly removed his shorts as his penis was aching to be released. The thought of being with Linda for full weekend aroused him so much. He removed his t-shirt and went into his bathroom.

He started stroking himself by imagining Linda. He imagined how she would look without any dress and how would it be like fucking her. He had been fantasizing about her for a long time. She was like his first crush. With the thought of fucking her he stroked very hard and came very hard. He quickly took a bath and stepped out of the bathroom.

He wore a blue jean short and a white t-shirt and then packed couple of other shorts and t-shirts in his backpack. He made sure he had some tight underwear just to hide his erections. He then headed down.

“You ready to go?” Linda stood seeing him. He just smiled back.

“Thank you so much for sending him. I really appreciate that.” Linda said to Kate as they hugged.

Both Linda and Ron said bye to Kate as they left. They got into her car and gone.

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Ron was so happy about the coming weekend and all the time he could be next to her. Just when he is about to start to talk something Linda got a call. That call lasted till they reached her place.

“I am extremely sorry for that call Ron. That must have made your time so boring.” Linda said while parking the car into garage.

“It’s okay Mrs. Adams.” Rom smiled back. Actually he wasn’t bored at all. All the time she was on that call he just tried to stare at her body.

Both got down the car and she led him to the main door. He followed fethiye escort her looking at her ass swaying in front of him. He wanted to grab it and squeeze it.

Linda opened the door for him and both of them entered. She locked it behind and said “And we are home now.”

It is a big house for one woman to live Ron felt. He could see some expensive stuff around the room.

The living room is quite large with all the furniture required. There is a big TV across the couch. Many books were placed in the shelves. To his left there is dining table and kitchen next to it. Steps to the first floor are adjacent to the kitchen.

“You have a very great place, Ms. Adams!”

“Thanks Ron!

“You can put your stuff in that room.” she said pointing to a room in the corner.

“Okay!” he replied.

“Just give me a couple of minutes to change. Make yourself comfortable.” she said while climbing the steps to go to her room.

Ron stood staring her ass again until she was out of his sight. His dick was already hard in his shorts. He went into the room Linda showed and closed the door. He placed his backpack on the bed and went back to the living room.

“I hope you like my place.” Linda said while coming down. Ron was taken away by her dress. She just put on a white shirt through which her bra was visible. To that she opened a couple of buttons. All her bosom was at display. And she wore a jean short which barely covered her thighs. Her long legs could be seen every inch.

“I do. This is great.” he stammered with his words still looking at her.

“Thanks you!” she just smiled. “Would you like to eat something before we start?”

“No! Thanks! I’m good!” Ron was still in awe looking at her.

“Come on Ron! Be casual! I ain’t a new person to you!” she said as she thought he was feeling uncomfortable.

Linda got some sandwiches and sodas from the kitchen and settled on the couch. Ron sat across her. They had some casual talk about their lives while eating. Once done she went to put the tray back in kitchen. Again Ron’s eyes were locked on her butt and got a full-on erection.

“Shall we start then?” she said coming back from the kitchen. “Yeah!” he replied.

She just explained him how she wants to move everything and they made a plan and started accordingly.

For Linda, she has no idea about Ron’s thoughts. She was just busy with her work. She took the packing part and Ron handled moving them.

While getting back from store room, Ron accidentally bumped into her back which he made full use of it by grabbing her waist not to lose balance.

“Hahaha, Careful little one!” Linda said. He just smiled back while leaving her which he didn’t want to.

For the next couple of hours they were busy doing the work just as planned by Linda. And then they settled on the couch for a break.

“I think we did a good job here”, Linda said looking around the room.

Ron just looked around and said “Yeah!”

She just stretched herself and closed her eyes for a moment.

He then looks at her, her bare legs and her sweet covered shirt through which her bra can be seen holding her boobs in place. He is lusting over her. He just wants to be on her and take her at his will.

“Let’s get freshen up and then we can have lunch. What do you say?” she said by quickly standing.

“That would be great”, he just replied back.

Linda smiled with his answer and started going to her room. Ron too left to his room after staring her ass until she is out of his sight.

He just couldn’t get her of his mind. “What if I get into her room now? I might see her completely. What if she locked the room? What if she didn’t? I could just see her and come back.” He knew he is taking a risk her but he wanted to. He went back to the living room just to make sure she went in.

It is completely silent now. And he took the steps to go to her room. To his luck it was opened when he tried. He took a little peek for her but couldn’t see her. His heartbeat raised as he stepped into her room.

It was quite a big room. A king size bed, couch set and a TV just as in living room and it is very spacious. He heard a door knob sound and quickly went back the couch to hide.

Ron raised his head a little to see what’s going. Linda was there in her earlier dress itself. she placed a robe on her bed and started undressing herself. This is what he wanted to see and he just locked her eyes on her body.

Just in seconds, her shirt, short, bra and underwear all piled up on her bed and she was completely naked. Ron could feel his dick fully erected. He could only see her bare back and glimpse of her breasts while she was moving. She put on her robe and went into the bathroom without even knowing that she did a strip show to her best friend’s son.

Making sure she was gone, Ron came out from his hiding. He took her panties and sniffed it. He just loved the smell of it. Putting that in his pocket he just left.

He came to his room and took out her panties and stick that to his nose. He is taking all the scent in. escort fethiye It was all wet with her sweet and he started licking it. He felt like licking her pussy. He dropped his shorts and underwear to free his cock. It is now fully erected and he started stroking it while he is till sniffing her panties. He just lost in his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Linda came out of the bathroom finishing her shower. Her first look went on to the bed where she could see her underwear was missing. She checked the sides and all then noticed the door which was left opened by Ron.

She didn’t even bother to put on some clothes. She just went down to Ron’s room with only a robe on her. She opened the door only to see naked Ron stroking himself with her underwear on his dick.

He let out a roar as he cam onto her panties. He just kept stroking it.

“What the fuck are you doing Ron?” Linda said with a high pitched voice.

He opened his eyes and turned towards the door to see Linda.

She stood right in-front of him folding her hands just below her boobs which made the robe open a bit to show her cleavage.

“Ms. Adams, I am sorry,” he just stammered while trying to hide his erection with her panties.

She could see his cum on her panties. “What is my underwear doing on your dick?”

“It is… I am… Sorry Ms. Adams.” he couldn’t reply her.

Ron just stood naked with his head down, covering his dick by holding her panties on to it.

“What on the hell do you think you are doing? This is not something I’ve expected from you.” She just left closing the door. He could feel her distress from her voice.

He stood still for couple of minutes and then thought what she would do. He just hoped that she didn’t tell his mom about what happened. He cleaned himself and got dressed. He just laid on the bed as he didn’t want to step out.

Linda back in her room got dressed. She put on a jeans and t-shirt which completely covered her body which she thought might be the reason for his behavior. She’s still upset about what had happened. She came down only to see he was still in his room. She went into the kitchen to made lunch for them.

After placing everything on the table she went to call Ron for lunch.

This time she knocked on the door. “Ron, you there?”

Ron slowly walked to the door and opened. Linda was right in-front of him. He didn’t talk anything. She could see the shame on his face.

Finally she broke the silence. “Just forget everything and come eat your lunch.” Both left to the dining room.

They had their lunch in silence.

“I’ll do the dishes later. You just leave them.” she said to him when he was about to wash his plate. He placed that left to his room with his head down.

Even Linda felt bad about how he was being sad. She cleaned the table and did the dishes. She thought of leaving him alone for some more time but didn’t feel that would help. She went straight to his room and knocked.

“Ron! Can I come in?” she said and opened the door.

He was just sitting on the bed with his head down. She sat next to him.

“See kid! I agree that I was mad at you because of what you did. But I won’t feel good if you be like this.”

“I am sorry Ms. Adams!” Ron said in a very low tone.

“It’s okay, I understand that at your age you have such feelings all the time.” she placed her hand on his back and patted.

He just didn’t respond.

“See, I totally cleared my mind on what had happened earlier. I am not angry at you on that.

Still he remained silent.

She moved a bit closer and said, “You must be doing your girlfriend all the time then, huh?” She laughed a little.

“Actually, I don’t have one.” he replied.

“What? You are joking, right?”

“No I am not. I have never been with a girl till now.” he said with his head still down.

She didn’t know how to respond on that.

“It’s you I always think of,” finally he told her.

“Me?” she was shocked to here that. He just nodded.

“And what do you think of? Fucking me?” she said that in her normal tone as she didn’t want to scare him off.

Ron remained silent.

“Look at me Ron, I am as old as your mom. I don’t understand how can you even think of me like that?” She said that out but she actually felt happy that she still got it to make someone so younger than her fantasizing her.

He was still silent with his head down.

“You have so much life ahead. You’ll meet girls of your age. You’ll have them and trust me you’ll enjoy that. You know, fucking them.” She couldn’t believe herself talking all this to him.

“It’s not about fucking younger girls or fucking you. I don’t know I really like you so much. I know you are a friend of my mother for which I shouldn’t even get these kind of thoughts about you. But, every time I see you I feel like taking you, kiss all your body, make love to you and make you mine.” He finally started speaking.

Linda was stunned to what he was saying but she got turned on a little bit.

Not looking her he stood up and took a couple of fethiye escort bayan steps. “And many more. I want to get naked with you and get into your bed. Play with your boobs, suck them, bite them. Make you moan hard from the pleasures of me taking your pussy. Cum all on you and keep this doing again and again.”

She was both angry and turned on with all what he talked.

“Stop it Ron!” she finally stopped him.

He then realized he said many things. “I am sorry Ms. Adams. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad in anyways. I am extremely sorry.”

“It’s okay Ron! I can understand. It’s actually good that you could finally talk about what’s going on. I am not at all angry on you.” She managed to give a smile to him.

He went back to the bed and sat next to her again.

“See, Ron! Whatever that is you are having on me is just lust. You are an young man who just entered the adulthood and you found me attractive to you. It’s just my body you see and you fantasize about doing things to it. You’ll get over with it once you get someone else in your life.”

“I don’t know. You are always on my mind. I just couldn’t stop thinking something else. I am sorry!”

“Please don’t be sorry about anything Ron!” she actually felt sad for him. There’s a moment of silence in the room.

She broke the silence and said, “I don’t know whether this is correct or not but I hope it’ll help you. If we both sure about things gonna stay between us I am gonna suggest something.”

He looked her with a confused face.

“I don’t know how to put this but since we talked way too many things I guess I can say this too.”

He still looking with a question on his face at her while she was talking.

“Why don’t you just do it in-front of me?”

“What?”

“You know, jack off while I am watching. So that you’ll feel better. I guess then we can go back to normal.”

“Ms. Adams, I don’t think I can do that.” Ron said with his head down.

“Hmm.. Alright then. You need any help? My help?” She said while patting his back.

He again looked at her with confused face.

“Here is the deal. You stand up and remove your shorts and I am gonna give you a blowjob and let’s get over with everything.”

He was completely shocked with what she just said. He just didn’t know how to and what to respond.

“I just want things between us to be normal and I think it would help us clearing up your mind. So, come stand in-front of me and let me give you my head.” she said that and stood there.

Ron got up and stood in-front of her. He looked so small before her frame.

“I don’t know what to say Ms. Adams” he said while removing his shorts.

“It’s okay. Don’t say anything!” she watched him removing his shorts.

He removed his underwear. His dick was semi hard and he kept his hands on it to hide.

“Come on Ron! Don’t be shy. I think that ship has sailed a long time ago. May be this will make you feel better.” She said that and removed her T-Shirt and Bra in a moment.

He let his dick free looking her topless and it started getting hard.

“You like them?” She jiggled them a little with her hands.

“You have a beautiful pair Ms. Adams.”

She blushed a little. “Thank you Ron! Now let’s do this.” She knelt before him.

She adjusted herself and took his dick into her hand. She gently stroked it a little feeling the length and girth. He was now fully erected in her hand.

Ron’s penis was about 7 inches long and 2 inches wide at its full form.

“I must say, you have a good one here.” She said and started kissing it.

“Oh my God! I cannot believe what is happening right now.”

Linda laughed a bit and opened her mouth to take him in. While doing that she took his balls into her other hand and started squeezing them.

“You like that?” she said after sucking his dick for couple of times.

“Yeah! Your mouth feels so good around me. I think I might explode right away.” He replied with extreme pleasure in his tone.

“I’ll take care of that. You just enjoy it.” she replied and resumed her sucking.

She held his dick in her right hand to guide into her mouth while sucking it gently. She licked it after every few strokes. With all the attention to his penis she also used her left hand to squeeze his balls.

Ron felt like he was in heaven. It was something which he imagined many times in his head. Now, there he was with his dick in her mouth. He could feel an orgasm building in his balls to burst into her mouth.

He started moving his hips to push himself into her face. She was actually surprised by his move. With one hard suck at his rod she removed her mouth and started stroking it with her hand.

“Did you just try to fuck my face Ron?” She asked him with a seductive tone while kept stroking him slowly.

“I am sorry Ms. Adams, I was completely..”

“It’s okay. Just take it how you want.” she said and took his dick into her mouth again.

He could here the slurping noise from her mouth sucking him.

“Ms. Adams. You are so great!” Ron said while enjoying the sensations getting from her mouth on him.

He closed his eyes in the pleasure and slowly started to move his hips since he got her approval. This time Linda didn’t say anything but continued to suck him.

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MEDICAL BACKGROUND:

In traditional hip disarticulation—the surgical removal of the entire lower limb at hip level—the ball is separated from the socket of the hip joint, with the removal of the entire lower limb. These amputations mean the loss of three weight bearing joints – the hip, the knee, and the ankle – definitely more difficult and complex than losing one or two, which in itself is difficult enough.

Hip-disarticulation amputations are among the rarest. According to the 2000 census, out of the U.S. population of 281 million people, 1.5 million are amputees, and less than 1 percent of these individuals, or approximately 10,000 people, are hip-disarticulation amputees.

These high-level amputations, by starting to involve the core of the body—not just a limb or even two—carry unique physical and emotional impact. They have an increased impact on self-image, There’s increased worry and stress as these surgeries start encroaching on that personal area involved in central body functions and gender identity.

The surgery usually spares bowel, bladder plus genital appearance and function, but the person is essentially cut in half.

Finding a compatible lover and sexual partner to perform intimate acts is fraught with difficulties of trust and perception.

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For the first few days, it was simply awful. Though I’d exercised at a local gym, I ached and groaned with the effort of tricycling down and then up—mostly up, it seemed—the back roads of rural Pennsylvania. I slept in farmer’s fields and ate food bought in small stores, or at roadside stands. I had to buy toilet paper and pain meds. I slept exhausted but with nightmares, speaking to no one, beyond my basic purchases.

As one would expect, I got tougher, dropped some weight, re-learned to live simply and gradually increased my mileage until I was averaging 150 miles a day in the mountains and more than that in the flatter mid-west. I avoided all population centers, except for small towns. I ate sparingly and drank water copiously, sweating most of it out in cycling mileage.

I bought cooking gear and other things needed for a long-term tour by tricycle. My gut peeled away, the nightmares ended and I became tough and content.

In weekly touch with my attorney, now managing the 10% of monies my ex-wife was forced to cough-up, I heard snippets of information about an un-official, region-wide man-hunt for me, un-successful. This was not surprising, considering that I was traveling by tricycle, off-grid.

[You don’t believe me, one man against a multi-billion-dollar, ruthless corporation? OK, you try asking just ONE question of all the people who might possibly have this information within a 50-mile radius of a certain courthouse or condo. It’s just not possible to do that. Too many people. Too many false leads. After the middle of the second day, I was well beyond that radius.]

I also heard about the antics of my former wife, as she accumulated wealth and position by prostituting herself to gain clients for her company and keeping the executives with her company happy. She caused a couple of divorces, when the wives found out about the corporate whore and her internal company ‘services’.

My data-analytic skills noted that her company and her boss became more and more dependent on her willing body to be available to them, neglecting sales innovation.

I could see distant disaster for them looming on the business horizon, although my concern was abstract: they’d ‘made-their-bed’ by accepting her skills as a corporate prostitute for getting and keeping contracts, and they soon would have to deal with that devil’s bargain.

Across Ohio and the Mid-West states, until I came to the Rocky Mountains. Through Denver and then Boulder and finally into the series of passes that led to the high desert, on roads that bordered the Interstate Highway. I continued camping fethiye escort in small spots, though now fully-equipped for a Colorado night (high altitude and cold), although I could now stay at motels when bad weather struck, which was about 2 nights in a week.

Which is why, several months later, I found myself at a highway pull-out, overlooking the descent into Glenwood Springs, and about to have my Damsel-in-Distress gene activated.

The pull-out was just a wide place in a well-maintained Colorado paved road. OK for taking a brief rest or letting the car’s radiator cool down. Nothing special, not even a water source. Just a pretty view into the valley above Glenwood Springs. I pedaled onto the packed surface, tired but thrilled to think of a well-earned motel, a shower and a good meal instead of another dirty campground or farmer’s field.

The only other vehicle in the pull-out was a small van, though somehow parked hard up against the guard-rail that kept people and kids from tumbling down the steep slope just beyond. Idly, I thought that the van’s passenger side doors would be blocked shut, so the driver would have to get out on his or her side. No biggie.

That thought fled when I saw a long, dark-skinned arm wave a handkerchief out the driver’s side window. Then I heard the woman’s voice call out, “Help me, please. Help! I’m stuck and I can’t get out. My tire is flat and the van won’t start any more. Please help!”

Cautiously going up to the van’s door, I quietly said, “Sure, I can help you out. Get the jack out of the trunk area, please, so I can get the tire off and the spare put on.”

I heard muffled sobs, then a tearful voice that said, “I can’t. I’m an amputee. I can’t move around without my power wheelchair and it’s stuck inside, with me. I’ve been here hours, waiting for some help. I think the jack is at the back, along with the spare tire. The flat’s over on the other side, and right up against the guard-rail.”

The spare tire, jack and handles found, I located the flat tire right against the rail, as expected. Several minutes of knuckle bashing, swearing and sweat, I got the tire’s lug-nuts off, evidence that the threads had never been greased. I wondered what else I was gonna find not done or gone wrong, almost as a premonition of things to come.

The spare tire only held half pressure, so out came my little tire compressor, hooked to my electric-assist. It ran off my battery assist until the overheat light came on, but brought the car tire up to 30 psi. I re-mounted the spare onto the lug threads, with a little grease on each of the threads and tightened up the nuts.

Then it was time to s-l-o-w-l-y move the van away from the guard-rail, luckily down the slight slope of the pull-out area. Push and pull, a few inches at a time. I dropped on the ground, exhausted.

Then I heard the ‘click-groan-whine-silence’ of an all-but-dead battery, as my still unknown van driver tried to start her engine. No dice!

Her slim arm re-appeared with a cold bottle of water, for which I said “thanks,” and gulped down. Still talking to an arm and a woman’s voice, she said, sadly, that “The bottle was the last of the iced ones.”

Getting my strength back, I asked her to un-latch the hood, so I could check the oil and other fluid levels. Yeah, I know, check the engine oil when hot. Screw that, as I already had a bad feeling. The dipstick barely registered any oil at all. The power-brake fluid was OK, seen through the translucent container, as was the power-steering fluid, but the transmission fluid had little flecks of something suspended in that fluid, so I knew she’d need a transmission flush and fill, ASAP. The radiator fluid was low, too.

I flagged down a passing car and negotiated a price for 2 quarts of engine oil. When The driver heard the woman’s voice from the van and that she was an amputee, she got a jump-start, too and my escort fethiye money was returned. Just a short request, something about ‘paying it forward,’ as the guy drove away.

I folded up my trike and loaded it, along with my camp-out and personal gear, into the van’s living space, then joined the driver in the passenger’s seat, as she carefully eased the van out onto the road and started down toward town. I noted the hand-controls of the van, and looking, back, the tied-down wheelchair.

I didn’t like the sound the transmission was making and there was another dull-screech coming from under the rear.

For the first time, I was able to get a good look at my damsel-in-distress. Wow! She was a darksome maiden. Very dark, almost coal black, wearing her hair in medium-length braids. Big boobs, but set high on her chest, and with little sag, from what I could see, which wasn’t much, as she wore a dirty, bulky sweatshirt running down to a folded blanket grouped from her hips down.

I guessed she was an above-the-knee amputee, and not able to use a cane or crutches to get around. She had a scarf around her neck and dark-glasses. Traces to her last-shed tears marred her lovely face and African’s thick lips. A doll, to my way of thinking.

I thought, “It had been sooo long since my last … no, don’t go there.”

We exchanged names, me being Cymrick Beckham, which, as usual, needed a spelling, pronunciation and an explanation. Mom was Welsh and Dad was American, but both deceased now. I said I was a Data Analyst, but now on an extended tricycle touring/camping vacation across the USA, but partly to hide from my vindictive ex-wife, giving as few details as I could get away with, right then.

She being Kimbra N’tongha, Nigerian-American, an ex-fashion model from New York, but having been in an auto accident about 2 years before, which cut short her career, but paid off with a large settlement, disability insurance and having had her legs and body insured beforehand. I gathered that she’d been close to suicide several times and that the van she depended upon to transport her and provide living space was falling apart.

I pointedly didn’t ask her about her legs or how she got around to shop and live, figuring that she’d tell me when she was good and ready. Not realizing that ‘good-and-ready’ was less than an hour away.

In fact, when she pulled up the short ramp into the motel’s parking area, the disasters started piling on, one after the other. We both heard the dull ‘clang-thud’ of a transmission failing, defaulting into the snail’s pace of 1st gear. This was followed by another ‘skree-clang’ as her overworked, oil-starved engine threw a rod. The engine itself, on opening the hood, was spewing dirty green foam, indicating that the head-gasket had blown. The long-suffering, underpowered battery finally boiled itself dry in a cloud of acid-laced steam. Then the rear-wheels seized. Finally, the engine gave one last shudder and torqued/twisted itself off the worn motor mounts, bending the drive shaft to the rear wheels.

Im other words, within a minute, Kimbra’s van had gone from a functioning handicapped transport and living space to a steaming, oil-dripping pile of useless metal junk.

Naturally, when I retrieved her power wheelchair, the batteries were flat discharged. When I quietly pushed her to the motel’s front desk, it was to find that the place was full, except for the expensive handicap suite, which I paid for and got her inside, as fast as possible. While I was back outside, gathering what I could find of her things and my minimal change of clothes, I returned to find the she’d levered herself up on the King-Size bed, covered what I thought were her shortened legs with her grubby blanket and was quietly sobbing, drooling tears onto a pillow held to her grubby, dirty face.

She wailed, “I’m ugly. No one wants me. Nobody even wants to touch fethiye escort bayan me. I used to be beautiful but now I’m a wreck. I’m fucking cut in half.”

Then she added, “And I have to piss so bad it hurts and my wheelchair is across the room and the battery is flat so the motor won’t work and …”

This had to be solved and quickly, so I said, in an even voice, “Do you trust me, even a little?”

I heard sniffling but then a small voiced, “Yes, just a bit … maybe a bit more.”

“OK, then, put your hands around my neck and hold tight. I’m gonna carry you to the bathroom and you can piss. I need to go too.” Suiting actions to words, and not letting her make an objection, I guided her dark arms around my neck, hands locked and carefully lifted her up, off the bed. The blanket fell away, but I wasn’t paying attention.

My hands were under her naked butt cheeks, I lifted and steadied her and maneuvered to the toilet in the bathroom, sitting her down on the ring. I stepped back momentarily, as she settled there, her hands searching for the supports on the sides of the toilet.

Suddenly, I realized. She had no ‘stumps’ of legs. My chance-met van-driving companion was completely legless.

There was no time to stare, though, because she started to urinate and it came out with a rush, stinking strongly and demonstrating that she’d been drinking very little liquid, so as not to use the bathroom ‘facilities’ very often. I swore to myself that I’d change that behavior and get her back to liquid health.

I looked up, to see that my companion had pulled her dirty and stained sweatshirt over her head and had thrown it in the corner of the bathroom. All that remained was a grubby bra and a lot of coal-black skin.

Then she giggled. Actually laughed at the both of us. I passed her a wad of toilet tissue from the roll and she wiped herself down.

I lifted her, hands again around my neck, up to the surface of the bathroom’s sink, where I ran warm water. Taking one of the clean washcloths that were supplied, I wet it, soaped it and then tried my best to clean her ‘lady-parts’. Her giggling increased and I saw the bra sailing over my head, to land on the sweatshirt in the corner.

Looking up, I saw the darkest, blackest, total nude half-woman and I lost it. Lost my sense of propriety. Lost my good behavior. I bent down and took a big sucking kiss of her right boob, tasting sweat, dirt, unwashed skin and woman, all at once, as I sucked on the breast and nipple. When I transferred my attentions to her left boob, the giggling reached a high-pitch squeal. I finally lost all good sense, as I fell to my knees and latched onto her ‘lady-parts’ with my lips and tongue, holding on to her now stiff-nippled boobs with both hands, finger-tip on her fantastically-stiff nipples.

She stiffened and screamed, “Oh, no. Don’t. Stop. I don’t want … Stop. Don’t.”

Right then, suddenly and without warning, her back arched, her buttocks clenched and she had an orgasm, shooting a blast of ‘squirt’ all over me. Not urine. It was female ejaculate, the infamous ‘squirt’. It shot and covered my lower face, neck and my chest.

It didn’t stop me in the slightest, as my lips and tongue found her clit and I started gently tonguing and sucking on this love-button.

Her back arched again, and she re-squirted me, as she came and came, screaming, “Don’t. Don’t stop! Don’t you ever stop! Oh, yeah, that’s right, lick me, you sucker! Don’t stop! Oh, Gawd, I want your tongue up in me. Put it in me. Lick my clit. Bite my pussy lips. That’s right. Do me. It’s been so long, I … I … Oh, Gawd, I’m coming again (shriek and scream).”

Someday, I thought my ears would recover from being in the same room with a steam-whistle, as I attended to a darksome-maiden’s pussy and clit, squirting and cumming until she slumped against me, clearly passed out.

I held her upright until her eye fluttered open.

I heard another giggle, as my black, nude, so-well-licked companion said, “I squirted. All over you. Splashed on me. We’re a mess. We need a shower.”

I agreed.

—END of CHAPTER 01—

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Hi, my name is Mark, I’m twenty-one, and what I’m about to tell you could literally ruin me and my sister’s lives, but I can’t keep it held in anymore, I have to tell someone about our story.

It all started about six months after my sister, Danielle, turned eighteen. I was nineteen at the time, so it’s not like this was a long time ago or anything.

I should say that I’d never really thought of my sister sexually, at the time everything happened. That all developed because of her…

It was early summer, but it was already one of the hottest months on record for our area, so you can imagine that none of us at home wanted to wear anything heavy. We didn’t have an air conditioner, for numerous reasons, but we did have plenty of box-fans. Typically, I’d wear some light gym shorts, and a muscle shirt, to stay cool, and Danielle would wear something similar.

One day, I was in our living room, watching some TV, the fans were on max, and the windows were all open, giving a nice breeze that helped keep it close to about ninety degrees, instead of the near-hundred outside. Danielle walked in, wearing some cloth shorts and a bikini top, which only showed off her C-Size tits. It wasn’t that I looked at her in that way, at the time, but I’m a guy, so I can’t help but at least notice a nice pair of boobs, even if they were my sister’s.

“Hey!” she said as she sat on the couch, next to me.

“Hey,” I said. I wasn’t really too enthusiastic about her crowding me, as hot as it was, I didn’t need body heat that close to me.

“What’cha watchin’?” she asked me.

“Something called ‘Criminal Authority’. Not even that good.”

“Can I ask you something? Like, something sexual?”

“Yeah, sure sis. What’s up?” I looked over at her, giving her my full attention.

“What turns you on… as a guy?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I said.

“I mean, do you like tits, pussy, ass… what?” Her posture changed to favor a more relaxed, even flirty, nature.

“All of them, on some level, I guess,” I answered honestly. There was no point in lying about it, and Danielle and I have always been comfortable with each other.

“Okay, what about hair color?”

“You’re gettin’ pretty specific, Dani,” I laughed.

“Yeah, well…” she smiled, “I need a basic idea of what guys like.”

“Guys are all different, you know,” I remarked.

“Just answer the question,” she laughed.

“Honest answer?” I gave her a serious look.

“Duh!”

“Short, bright, blonde hair. Like, just past the ears, not quite shoulder-length.”

“Like, my current color blonde?” she asked. Hers was a light blonde, but she had long hair.

“Yeah, actually,” I said.

“M’kay, thanks,” she said as she leapt from the couch and took off toward the stairs.

“Hey!” I called out to her, “What was all that about, anyway?”

“I’ll tell you later,” she called back, not skipping a beat with jogging up the stairs, her tits bouncing slightly with each step.

I didn’t think much of it, so I simply rolled my eyes and went back to watching TV.

The next day, I decided to play some video games, and like the day before, it was blistering hot in the house. I had my usual on, and was situated in the living room, which was the coolest room in the house, since that’s where most of the air flow was. Out comes Danielle in shorts that barely covered her ass, and a tank top.

“Hey,” she said, “um, can I watch?”

“You want to watch me play video games?” I asked, unconvinced.

“M-yeah,” she said innocently.

“Sure, if you want.” I said.

She sat down next to me and watched as I played. In the corner of my eye, I could see sweat beads on her breasts, but her shirt was perfectly dry, which told me she had just put those clothes on.

I kept playing the game, my eyes fixed again on the screen. At a jump-scare point of the horror game I was playing, Danielle suddenly jumped and placed her hand on my leg, near my crotch. I got hard, just from the fact that her hand was there. Instead of removing it when things calmed down, she kept it there, seemingly transfixed on the game as I played. I managed to glance at her from the corner of my eye a few times to see if she even noticed where her hand was, but there was no sign that she did.

After a few more minutes, I heard the back door open, causing Danielle to quickly pull her hand from my leg, and our dad yell that he was home.

“Hi, daddy!” said Danielle. She acted as though nothing happened at all.

“Hey baby girl! Is your mom home yet?” asked dad.

“No, she went to pick up some Chinese,” said Danielle.

“Okay, I’ll be in my study,” said dad. He quickly made his way past the doorway, toward the second stairway, and I heard him go upstairs.

About a half hour later, our mom got home with the food. We never ate together as a family, we were about as dysfunctional as we could be, but I didn’t complain about that fact. Most of the time, I’d just eat in my room while watching a movie or TV show. This particular night was halkalı escort no exception to that rule, and for the rest of the night, I stayed in my room.

The next day, I woke up and got dressed in similar clothing as the day before. It wasn’t any cooler, and I had little tolerance for heat. As I left my room and passed Danielle’s, I happened to glance in through the cracked-open door to see her topless, and brushing her hair while looking in the mirror of her vanity desk. I stopped and watched for a few minutes, in complete awe of her tits. She finally stopped brushing her hair, and moved in a way that startled me from my daze. I moved on past her door so I wouldn’t be seen.

I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen to get some coffee made. Mom and dad had already gone to work by this time and were long gone, something I was usually glad for, because I didn’t like catching them in the mornings. It was always in the morning when they’d tell me to do something around the house.

After I made my coffee and went back to my room, which I normally did as part of my morning routine, I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said. I was sitting at my desk, looking on my computer as the door opened, and Danielle came in, wearing her shorts and a bikini top.

“Hey, um, my phone’s stuck on my gallery, can you fix it for me?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure, let me see it,” I said.

“Um, just letting you know, you’re gonna see something when you turn on the screen,” she said.

“I should hope so, that’s what the screen’s for, Dani,” I joked. She giggled, handing me the phone.

“No, I mean…”

I didn’t let her finish before I turned on the screen, and on that screen was a full-frontal nude pic of her.

“Whoa!” I said.

“Yeah,” she said, wrinkling her nose, “pretty gross, seeing me naked, huh?”

“Um… I guess because you’re my sister, but for real, Dani, you are just… wow!” I said. I swiped the screen to cycle it, bringing up even more nudes of her. “And there’s more… okay, let me see if I can close the gallery, since you said it was stuck on it.” I closed it and showed her the screen, pointing out that it’s fine.

“That’s so weird,” she laughed, “it must’ve just been stuck until I brought it in here. Thanks anyway.”

“No problem, sis,” I said, going back to my coffee and computer.

“Sorry about you having to see those pics,” she said.

“Nah, it’s fine, Dani. Seriously, if it doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me,” I reassured her. She simply smiled at me, and nodded as she left my room, closing the door. Immediately afterward, she opened it again.

“Hey, um, I was hoping you’d watch a movie with me, today,” she said.

“What movie is that?” I asked.

“Causality 3,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to see it, I mean, it’s been out since ’09,” I said.

“Good!” she said cheerfully. “How about right now?”

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes, sis,” I said.

“I’ll be in the living room, getting it ready,” she said. She left again, closing the door. I finished up what I was doing on my computer, then grabbed my coffee and went out to the living room to join her.

She’d already put the movie in and had the DVD on pause by the time I’d gotten there. I could hear her in the kitchen, messing with some kind of wrapper, which I later found out to be microwaveable popcorn. I sat on the couch and finished my coffee while Danielle kept working in the kitchen.

“Hey,” I heard her call to me, “do you want a soda?”

“Yeah, I just finished my coffee, so I can get it,” I said, standing up. I went into the kitchen and set my coffee cup near the sink to wash later, then grabbed a soda from the fridge. The popcorn finished a couple minutes later. Dani grabbed it, put it in a large bowl, and we both made our way into the living room, sitting on the couch.

As we watched the movie, she scooted closer to me, leaning her head on my shoulder. I couldn’t help but let my gaze wander a bit, having a plain view of her perfect tits. I had to stop myself from getting too mesmerized by them, as I was starting to get hard, and wearing only gym shorts, it would’ve been extremely obvious and awkward.

Toward the end of the movie, a scene came on where the main character’s sister professed her desires for him.

“Wow!” said Danielle, “That would have to be the shock of a lifetime…”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I commented with a small laugh. The movie ended soon afterward, it didn’t have a happy ending, though.

“You know…” said Danielle, “I kinda feel sorry for her.”

“Why? She was a total psycho. I mean, she killed all his potential girlfriends, and that’s pretty fucking crazy, sis,” I said.

“Yeah, obviously going on a killing spree through time in totally psycho, but if she’d just… I don’t know… told her brother how she felt, maybe the two could’ve… you know… hooked up,” said Danielle.

I looked at her with a look of confusion to see her olgun escort blushing, and she burst out laughing after seeing my expression.

“What?” she laughed, “Don’t give me that look. Don’t you think in the movie, that could’ve happened?”

“I guess,” I laughed.

“So, like, what do you think of the idea?” she asked.

“What?” I said as I finished my second soda.

“Incest. Like, what are your thoughts about it?” she said, “It’s a thing, you know, probably a fuck-ton more common than anyone wants to admit.”

“Doesn’t bother me if it’s between two adults and they’ve come to the decision themselves,” I said. “If it’s two adults, and both consent to the act, then who am I to tell them they can’t do it?”

“I’m glad you said that. I agree,” she said. She got up and put the DVD back in its case and set it aside. “Fuck, it’s so hot in here…” she mumbled.

“Yeah, it’s supposed to be even worse tomorrow,” I said. Danielle came back to the couch and used a hair tie to put her hair up.

“It’s so hot, I could go naked, and still be uncomfortable,” she said.

“Yeah,” I laughed, “because then I’d see you naked, and the neighbors would, too.”

“You already saw me naked, remember?” she teased me.

“Oh yeah, I forgot,” I lied. Of course, I didn’t forget. What guy could forget seeing nudie pics of his sister, especially when said sister is a total babe?

“Yeah, right!” she laughed. I laughed with her as she repositioned herself, giving me a short glance up her shorts. Not a lot of reveal, but enough that I could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“So, what do you wanna do?” I asked her.

“How about some ‘Truth or Dare’?” she said.

“Um, okay, sure,” I said, “but what do we do if one of us refuses to answer truth, or do a dare?”

“Then,” smiled Danielle, “a different truth or dare is given, and that one has to be done, no matter what.”

“Deal,” I said.

“Truth or Dare?” she asked.

“Truth,” I said.

“What’s your honest opinion of those pics you saw, of me?” She gave me a look of pure curiosity, which only made me laugh a little.

“They were very hot,” I said. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” she said, smiling at my comment.

“Is it just me, or are you not wearing panties?” I said, more to tease her about it, than I was curious.

“Yeah, I’m not,” she said. “Actually, I’m surprised you noticed. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare,” I said.

“I dare you to take off your shirt,” she said.

“Pft! Easy, and really lame, if I may say so,” I said as I removed my shirt. It wasn’t as if that was remotely risque to me, and I probably would’ve done it at some point anyway, given how hot it was.

She looked at me like she was checking me out for a minute, before I interrupted her by asking her which one she chose; Truth or Dare.

“Dare,” she said.

“Even with the windows open and we’re in full view, take that bikini top off,” I said.

She gaped her mouth open and let out a ‘Ha!’, clearly surprised at my request.

“Wow, you’re not pulling any punches anymore, are you?” she said as she removed the garment and set it aside. “Game on, bro. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss me,” she said. “And I don’t mean a brotherly kiss, I mean a passionate, fuck-me-right-now type kiss, full tongue, right here and now.”

I knew she was serious, and I also knew how she played the game. If I didn’t do it, she’d just come up with something even more serious or embarrassing. But seeing her in only her shorts, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties, and seeing her bare tits in front of me, all of this culminated to a feeling that I felt ashamed to accept at the time; I was attracted to her.

She scooted closer to me again, until we were close enough for the kiss. I was nervous, and it showed, but she was calm, even slightly eager, to some extent.

“The neighbors… what if they see us?” I asked her.

“What if they do?” she smiled.

“They’ll rat us out!” I whisper vehemently.

“So? It’d be their word against ours, and it’s not like they’d be willing to video tape into our private home, it’s a crime,” she pointed out.

There was some logic to what she said, but before I could think about it any more than that, she kissed me. I was in shock, but returned the kiss to complete the dare. I expected her to pull away the second I started reciprocating, but she didn’t. Her hand made it’s way to my shorts, sliding her hand inside them and grabbing my hard dick. I broke our kiss and grabbed her wrist.

“Dani, we can’t take it this far,” I said to her.

“Yes we can, baby, please let us have this. I want you so bad,” she basically moaned.

“But, you’re my sister…” I managed to get out between her new kisses.

“Yeah, so?” she said. She started jerking me off while she worked to pull down my shorts. I let go of her wrist, realizing there was no pulling her hand from me.

“So… şişli escort it’s incest!” I exclaimed quietly.

“That just makes it special,” she said. Before it could get any further, we heard a car door in the garage, sending us scrambling to cover ourselves again.

“Shit!” said Danielle, as she grabbed her bikini top, and bolted up the stairs to her room. Similarly, I grabbed my shirt, putting it on, and going up to mine as well, since I now had an obvious boner, and one of our parents were about to burst through the door.

I closed my door and laid on my bed, thinking about what just happened. My heart raced with both excitement, and guilt as I jerked off to alleviate my hard-on. I found myself fantasizing about Danielle, seeing her bare tits, feeling her hand choke my cock as she’d tried to jerk me off… it was so wrong, but I couldn’t help but cum while thinking about her doing these things, and more.

About a half hour passed by before I heard whoever had come home, leave again. It was at this point, when I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said.

Danielle walked in and closed the door behind her. She was still wearing her shorts and bikini top, and had a solemn look on her face.

“Look,” she said, “I’m sorry I pushed you into kissing me, and for grabbing your dick, earlier. I just thought that I could be open with you about my feelings, and I guess I thought you’d be open the idea of us hooking up. When I asked you what you thought about incest, I thought that you being open to two adults getting involved, meant that I had a shot.”

“Dani,” I interrupted her, “it’s okay. To be honest, it was a lot to take in all at once. You weren’t exactly subtle and slow, you know.”

“So…” she said, “what are you saying?”

“I’m saying, let’s talk about those feelings you have,” I said. I sat up and patted the bed beside me, beckoning her to sit with me, so she did.

“I was afraid that you’d reject me completely,” she said.

“No,” I said, “I just wasn’t expecting my sis to come onto me. Plus, to be honest, I hadn’t really thought of you in that way before recently.”

“Yeah…” she sighed.

“Dani… how long have you had these feelings?” I asked her.

“About you, or about incest in general?” she asked.

“Both… either, I don’t know.”

“Well, Mark… I’ve had a crush on you for a few years now,” she said.

“What started it?” I asked.

“You’re a hunk!” she laughed. “But seriously, I don’t think any one thing started my feelings for you, they just happened, like everyone else who falls in love with someone they meet. I remember one time, you brought home a girl, and you two were fucking in your room while mom and dad weren’t home yet. I got so fucking jealous…”

“Wait, a few years ago? When you started acting out and getting in trouble?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“You were jealous that I was with a girl?”

“Not that you were with a girl, Mark, but the fact that the girl wasn’t me…” she said. “After that, I started having sex because I wanted to bring home a guy so you’d have to hear me having a good time… never happened.”

“Wow,” I muttered.

“Yeah…” she said. “Lately, I’ve thought about it even more, and I decided to test you… to see how you’d react to the concept of incest, of me…”

“So your phone?” I said.

“Was just fine,” she laughed. “I wanted to see how you’d react to seeing me naked, and that seemed like an easy way to do it… I took those pics literally minutes before coming to your door.”

“Look, Dani, I meant what I said about incest… I don’t really have a problem with two related people hooking up, as long as both are consenting adults,” I said.

“So… how do you feel about you and me?” she asked.

I sighed, knowing I didn’t have an answer for her, but I looked into her eyes and smiled at her, tenderly.

“Let’s find out,” I said.

“You mean, you’re willing to give us a try?” she asked.

I simply nodded, but it was as if I’d given her the world, by her reaction. Her eyes lit up, she smiled at me, and our lips pressed together in a passionate embrace.

After our conversation, we went back down the living room to watch some TV, and to talk about our situation. There was talk about sex, more than anything else, something she obviously wanted pretty badly.

“I just think it would be really special,” she said. “I don’t really feel like we’d need to worry about it.”

“Yeah, but if we fuck, I’d have to pull out or something,” I said, “it just wouldn’t be a good idea to start fucking without a plan, you know? Unless we got some condoms, then?”

“Fuck that!” she scoffed, “I can’t stand the way condoms feel… too fake, not personal enough.”

“What about the pill?” I asked.

“They make me sick…” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“Okay, then pulling out it is,” I said.

“I guess,” she replied with a disappointed tone. She started playing with my hair at the back of my neck, as we stared into each other’s eyes.

“It’s the smart thing to do,” I smile.

“So, like, you wouldn’t mind having sex with your younger sis?” she teased me.

“You make a strong case in favor of doing so,” I laughed a bit.

“How about right now?” she smiled.

“What if the neighbors see us?” I said.

“What are they gonna do, call the cops?” she laughed.

“Yeah, probably. Or at least tell mom and dad.”

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A Present and a Deal Ch. 02

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That night I set my alarm and got up early the next day. I found a spiral notebook lying on the floor in front of my bedroom door, with a pen sitting on top of it. I picked it up and sat back down on my bed.

I opened the notebook.

“MASTER LIST” was written at the top of the first page. The next two and a half pages were a list of chores on the left, and their point value on the right. All the chores I did the day before were on there, as well as a host of new ones. Some of the chores, the ones marked with asterisks, could be done everyday. Things like washing dishes, doing the laundry or cooking dinner. The rest were chores that only needed doing periodically, like mowing the lawn or cleaning the bathrooms. Then there were a few blank pages, I assume to add to the master list.

After that was a page with the day’s date at the top, followed by a list of chores, including shopping (2pts), hosing cobwebs off the eaves (2pts), rolling the coins in the coin jar into rolls (4pts, it is a really big jar), etc. There were nineteen points in all. Underneath it was a note.

-Good luck honey, Love Mom

P.S. don’t forget the asterisks, or the one point left from yesterday.

I counted up the asterisks and there was a total of 14 points worth, plus cook dinner, which was listed as variable. I decided to start on those, cause I could do them every day. It took me close to five hours, counting a lunch break, but I got everything on the every day list done, except cook dinner. By 3:30 I had finished another 14 points from the daily list. I decided to go shopping, cook dinner and then call it a day.

My parents came home to the smell of chicken in the oven. With baked potatoes and salad, they both agreed it was worth 3 points. That and the shopping put me at 34 points.

After dinner, we went up to my parents’ room and my mom stroked my cock until I grunted and groaned and then finally came.

“Looks like you’ll have an easy day tomorrow, you only need six points,” my mom said.

“Yeah, I guess,” I said smiling.

But the next day I didn’t take it easy. halkalı escort I earned another 32 points.

It was the following Friday. My mom had given me a hand job every night, and I had still managed to accumulate 100 points. I had prepared stuffed pork chops for dinner, which had earned me 4 points. After we ate, mom asked me to go into the living room with them.

“Dad and I have both noticed you’ve been accruing quite a lot of points,” she said.

” . . . Is that a problem?” I asked nervously.

“No, not at all, we just felt that with all the work you’ve been doing, that it’d be only fair that, especially on weekends, you could spend more then 20 points a night,” she explained.

“You mean like if I wanted I could get two hand jobs?” I asked.

“Well yes,” she replied, “or you could spend your points on other things you wanted instead.”

“Like what?”

“Well for example, if you wanted, I could be topless during it.”

“Really?” I asked, “. . . how much would that cost?”

“Uhh . . . an extra ten points I guess.”

I stared at my mom’s chest.

“Would you like that?” she asked. I nodded. “Is there anything else you might want?”

“Umm . . . I don’t know . . . what else could I get?” I asked softly.

“Whatever you want, I guess,” my mom said. I sat for a moment thinking.

“Don’t worry, whatever you want, your father and I are okay with it, you don’t have to worry about us being disgusted or anything like that. We’re both creatures with sexual desires as well.” My mom reached out and rubbed my growing hard on through my jeans. “What is it your cock wants baby?”

“So you could be completely naked?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, still rubbing my cock through my pants. She looked over at my father, “How much is that worth?” she asked.

“An extra 20, I guess,” He said.

“So I could get anything?” I asked.

“Yep, provided you have enough points,” my mom answered.

“What about oral?” I asked cautiously.

“You want my mouth on your nişantaşı escort cock?” She asked. I sat quietly, averting my eyes.

“I thought you might,” she said, “50 points sounds fair, I suppose.” I looked up at her.

“I’ve got 50 points,” I said.

“I know,” she answered, “Is that what you want tonight?”

I nodded. “Can you take your top off too?” I asked.

“Now you’re getting the hang of it,” she said ,”I can for an extra 10 points.”

“Fine with me,” I said, eagerly. I was so excited; I could feel my cock pulsing against my jeans. My mom took off her blouse and sat down next to me. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts.

“You can feel these while I do it,” she said. My cock was twitching with anticipation as I squeezed her breasts and she unzipped my jeans. She tugged on my pants and boxers, pulling them down around my ankles.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke it.

“So you want to put your cock in my mouth?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

She slowly kissed the tip of my dick. As she slowly placed kisses along the length of my shaft, I moaned slightly. She stroked me a little again, before lowering her mouth onto my dick. She started to bob up and down on the first couple inches of my dick.

“Oh god, watch out, I’m coming,” I groaned, trying to warn her. She pulled off quickly, but I blew my load up into the air, and a little bit landed on her chin.

“Damnit,” I said, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright honey,” my mom said. I rubbed my forehead, angry at myself for cumming so fast. My mom looked at me.

“How bout we say this one doesn’t count?” she said, her hand caressing my thigh.

“Really?” I asked, looking up.

“Sure,” she said, smiling. “Just tell me when you are ready to go again.” My mom got up and went into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She came back out, still topless. I stared at her as she put the cup down and then came over and sat next to me. She handed me a paper towel and I wiped myself off. She şişli escort pushed her breast up against my arm and kissed me on the cheek, as she reached down an grabbed my still mostly limp cock.

“Thanks Mom,” I said.

“Just tell me when you’re ready baby.” She stroked me for another half a minute.

“I think I’m ready,”

“It certainly looks like it,” she replied. My mom got down on her knees and smiled up at me. She took the tip of my cock in her mouth and slowly sucked on it. I could feel her tongue wiggle slightly against my dick.

She looked up at me and took her mouth off. “You doing okay honey?” she asked. I nodded. “Just tell me if you get close,” she said, before lowering her mouth back onto my cock.

I groaned as she lowered he mouth a little further down my dick. I looked over at my dad who was rubbing at a very sizable erection through his slacks. I looked back at my mom.

“Oh god Mom, that feels good.” She took her time, first bobbing her head up and down on the first couple inches. Then she slowly lowered her lips all the way to the base and held it there for a second. She paused to look at me and then resumed bobbing her head up and down.

After another minute, I could feel myself getting close to cumming.

“I’m getting close,” I warned her. She took her mouth off and just looked up at me. After a minute she asked, “You ready for more?” I nodded.

She wrapped her hands around the base of my cock. She brought her lips to my dick and resumed sucking. She started slow, bringing her lips down to meet her hands, and then bringing them back to the tip of my cock again.

After a minute I started breathing heavier. “Should we take another break?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. This time we sat for a few minutes. She let me relax before she began again.

This time she gripped my thigh. She slowly lowered her mouth to my dick, and then all the way to its base. Then she quickened her pace, bobbing up and down faster and faster, until she was sucking me as fast as she could.

After 15 seconds I started to grunt and groan. “Oh god Mom . . . Mom I’m cumming.” she pulled her lips off my dick and grabbed it with her hand. She stroked me as fast as she could, and I soon shot cum all over my stomach.

“There,” she said, “Was that worth your points?”

I nodded, “definitely.”

My mom picked up her shirt and then led my dad up to their bedroom.

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