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Note: All Characters in this story are over the age of 18. This is a continuation of the first 2 chapters. Although I would encourage you to read the other 2 first, this story should stand well without it.

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It’s been about 2 weeks since daddy made me his personal play thing. We moved all of my things into the Master bedroom and daddy has been busy these past weeks turning my old room into a BDSM dungeon if you will. It was about 2 am when daddy finally crawled into bed and pulled me up against him. “Your rooms complete Babygirl. Tomorrow we will test it out to see what needs to be changed.” I had no idea what he could have meant by that. I thought he was turning it into a guest room for friends or work study, so when he said that my mind immediately started running in different directions.

“Ok daddy, I love you so much goodnight.” Kissing him gently on the lips and snuggling into his chest. Before I had time to get comfortable Daddy was already snoring louder than I could have imagined. He was so tired from working at the airport and coming home to work on the bedroom. We slept for about 5 hours when suddenly the phone rang. “Hello?” I answered in a groggy voice.

“Caryn? Is your dad awake?” It was Mr. Wilson, my dad’s boss calling so early.

“Yello?” Daddy answered in that oh so funny voice that always made me giggle.

“John, I know its your day off but we have a plane that landed here with the windows cracked and the wheels busted and your partners on paternity leave, can you come in we will pay you double for your shift.” Daddy looked over at me as if to ask if it was ok to go but before I had a chance to say no, he remembered he was in charge now.

“Yea, I’ll be right in. Let me just hop in the shower and get Caryn a list of chores for the day.” And with that daddy said his goodbye and hung up the phone. “Wake up babygirl, Come take a shower with me, we should talk.” With that Daddy got out of bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom and I heard the water falling.

Daddy’s new rule of the house was that we slept naked and I was to be naked unless he instructed me otherwise so when I crawled out of bed the cool air had its normal effect on me. My triple D breasts stood proud with my small pointy nipples growing erect from the cool air swiveling around them. I yawned and stretched making a grunting voice and I heard daddy chuckle from the bathroom. “What?!” I say with a giggle.

“Just you babygirl. It amuses me how you can go from a peaceful naked angel Beylikdüzü escort to this loud little thing getting out of bed so quickly.” And then he held out his arms and I ran over to them. My nipples smashing up against his chest as I cuddle to his chest.

“Am I in trouble daddy? What do we have to talk about? Haven’t I been good?” I ask cautiously and daddies laughed again, running his fingers through my hair and then grabbing my hand and pulling me into the shower with him. He didn’t say anything for a really long time, he tapped my shoulder and in the past weeks I had learned what that meant. Dropping to my knees, arms folded behind my back, my bright eyes looking up at him as I open my mouth expectantly.

“No babygirl, not yet.” Daddy says softly running his finger under my chin. “How do you feel about the term Master, Princess?” He asks as he grabs my shampoo and puts a dime size puddle in his hands.

“I…I don’t know. I guess its not bad, A little weird maybe? Why Daddy?” I ask softly looking up at him as he closes his eyes to tell me to do the same. Daddy starts to rub the soap into my hair, washing it gently and soothingly. He scrubs the dirt out of my hair and kneels down, rubbing the soap over my body and lathering me gently.

“Do you trust me babygirl?” He asks and I nod like a frantic lunatic. “Well if that’s the case I want you to think about calling me master, When I get home from work I want you to think about what Being a master entails and if you think what I do for you and to you is what a Master should do. And if you feel I am a master to you, I want you to tell me that when I ask you later. I will still be daddy in public, but behind close doors it will be only master, think about it today because once you agree there is no going back.”

As daddy was talking I felt his hands running over my body, so gently it was almost a tease. It had been a good 5 minutes before I realized he stopped talking when I felt his finger glide across the lips of my pussy and I squirmed. “No babygirl. Stay still; show daddy how much you trust him.”

I blush and nod, getting back into my proper position and spreading my legs slightly. His finger immediately grazed my clit making me gasp in for air. The water flowing over out bodies made it that much harder to concentrate as I ask “Daddy, if I did call you master, how would that work when I go to college next month?” But daddy shook his head and didn’t say a word. He continued to glide his finger across my clit until he Beylikdüzü escort felt the familiar sticky warmth and he pushed his finger into my tight waiting cunt.

“Da…daddy” I whimper out and he pushes his finger in more. Slowly but deeply. He makes a come here motion with his finger and glides it deep against my gspot making me squirm again.

As quick as the pleasure came in, it was gone. “Now, now babygirl. I told you no squirming.” Daddy says and grabs the toy that’s about the size of his cock and softly pushes it into me, turning it on high and standing up tall. “You know the rules, no cumming.” That when I noticed his rock hard, 9 inch cock, pointing straight at my face. I open my mouth slowly. Showing him I wanted it. My lips pursed lightly as I looked up at him and he nodded, running his fingers through my hair again but this time finding a gentle but firm grip. “Ready?” he asked and when I nodded he pushed his cock forward to my lips.

I stuck my tongue out enough to tease the tip and when I heard daddy sigh softly I took the smallest bit of control, getting up off my heals and sucking his tip into my mouth. I blush as I realized how silly I looked and then took more of him into my mouth, going all for it. I suck him into my mouth as deep into my throat as he would go and then pull off; grazing my teeth just enough to send tingles without causing pain. Daddy groaned loudly and I giggled. The vibrations hitting his shaft and carrying through his entire body. “Mm yes babygirl, keep it up, your doing it just like I showed you and it feels amazing. Yes babygirl mmm.”

Daddy kept ranting on, giving me encouraging words that made me feel like I could do anything. I slowly started to bob my head up and down over his cock. This was the first time I had given daddy head without him intervening from me doing something wrong, and it made me feel powerful. I sucked him in long and hard and brought my left hand up to his shaft. That lasted for only a minute before daddy smacked my hand away roughly. “Now, Now my slut. We talked about that, a good whore doesn’t need her hands. Are you a good whore?”

I nodded, although it didn’t quite look that way with daddy’s monster in my mouth. I went back to sucking like a proper “whore” and daddy shook his head. “You don’t think you’re going to get away with that, right slut?” I looked up at him and shook my head and daddy smiled. “You’re going to make me late for work, you know that?” I giggled and bit my lip but the look in daddy’s eyes told Escort Beylikdüzü me he wasn’t playing around.

Daddy pulled his dick out of my mouth and with one finger pointed up I knew to rise. “Bend over babygirl, and I want you to count everyone. Failure to count will make an additional 5, got it?” I nodded and then got another “look” and said. “yes daddy, I understand.” With that, smack one landed square across my ass. “One” I managed to squeak out after my scream. Smack 2, 3, 4, all ended the same way but smack 5 startled me the most. Daddy bent me over further with my ass and pussy on full display and underhand smacked my pussy making me jump and scream. “f..f.five” I whimpered and daddy smiled at me.

“Were done babygirl, but stay there, I rather like this position.” Daddy said gently and scooted closer, pulling out the toy and giving me what I thought was a hug from behind. Wrong again. The second I felt daddy’s chest against my back, I also felt his cock tapping my inner wall and I thought I was going to pass out. I grabbed the wall for a little support and daddy held me close to his back. “Surprise babygirl” he says with a little nibble to my ear. I felt his cock start to glide in and out of my soaked pussy with ease, slowly at first but growing faster by the minute. The friction our bodies created had me moaning and squealing from the pleasure.

“Daddy, why were you so rough and mean the last couple times, but now your being so sweet and caring?” I ask while raising my hips higher for his entrance.

“Because before I needed to see what you can handle. Now I know. I love you babygirl and I would never intentionally hurt you, just torture you a little” he says and nibbles on my ear again. “But I’m serious, think about calling me master, I would really truly love it.” And in that moment I felt like he really could be my master.

“Ok master, you can be my daddy and my master” I pause to think. “But only on one condition. Can I please cum before you go to work?” I ask cutely and he nods in approval. He starts to pound away at my [pussy, gliding in and out and making an echoing thump with our bodies. “Yes daddy, yes, oh yea…mmm master, I have to please?” I bite my lip and he reaches between us and rubs my tender little clit with so much force I thought id pass out and he whispers in my ear. “Cum my little fucktoy, and maybe Ill give you my seed.” And with that, I let go, my pussy spasmed hard over my daddy’s cock and I heard him grunt with me.

After about 10 minutes of actually cleaning up, daddy tucked me back into bed and said “sleep until I get home, then we can try out your new room. Conserve your energy Babygirl, your going to need it.” Then he kissed me goodbye and left on his way to work.

Chapter 4 Coming Soon.

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My wife, Kelly, and I had fancied Stacey for years. She had a round face, an easy smile and loud laugh. She was a big girl, with wide hips, slim waist and enormous breasts that I would have loved to taste, and I knew Kelly had been curious too. Kelly was a smaller version of Stacey in some ways. She had the great arse, the oh so slim waist that I loved sliding my arm around, and her breasts were also very large, though still half the size of Stacey’s. Kelly wasn’t much taller than Stacey’s breasts, so she certainly got an eyeful whenever she wanted.

The three of us were lazing around chatting when the conversation lulled. I kissed Kelly and she gently slid her tongue into my mouth, teasing me. Bitch. She knew I wasn’t going to try anything with Stacey there. But I held the kiss a little longer, playing along and enjoying myself.

“Guys? Hello,” Stacey reminded us of her presence.

“What?” I broke off the kiss indignantly. “I like kissing pretty girls!”

“So do I,” retorted Stacey. Things suddenly seemed to move very quickly.

“I wouldn’t know,” said Kelly, “but I’d like to.”

“It’s fun,” I grinned. “You should try it.”

“Where would I get one?” Kelly countered.

“Aww honey,” said Stacey. “I’m always here for you.”

Kelly raised an eyebrow.

“Go on,” I dared, and to my surprise, she did.

Stacey closed her eyes as Kelly leaned in and my dick instantly went rock hard. Their lips met and Kelly paused briefly, uncertain. Then Stacey parted her lips slightly and Kelly accepted the invitation and slid her tongue in. Stacey responded and slid her arms around Kelly pulling her against those huge soft breasts. Kelly gripped her back and the two of them started running their hands over each other’s backs as they nibbled and licked each other’s tongues and lips. I knew Kelly was a great kisser having experienced her enthusiasm so many times before and Stacey sighed as those delicious lips explored her own. I would have liked to kiss Stacey myself, but I was having more than enough fun just watching. I saw Kelly twirl her tongue around Stacey’s soft feminine mouth and Stacey’s tongue emerged to meet hers, then returned the favour. Their breasts were mashed together and Stacey moved herself just a little up and down so that their bodies rubbed. Kelly moaned. I didn’t want them to stop, but eventually Kelly broke the kiss and the two of them gazed into each other’s eyes, panting. An awkward silence descended.

“Was that fun?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah!” Kelly responded still panting.

“Would you like to do it again?”

“Hell yeah!”

“Stacey?”

“Sure.”

And Kelly leaned in again. Stacey paused, smiled, and then leaned in also. This time their kiss was slower, less demanding. They savoured each other’s lips and tongue, enjoying the taste and feel. Their hands circled each other’s waists and Stacey’s hands moved cautiously down to Kelly’s sweet arse. I knew how much she’d like that, and I saw Kelly begin to sneak her hands lower down Stacey’s back also. I couldn’t take it any more and settled in behind Kelly, nuzzling her neck. She moaned and I took that as a sign to continue, so I started kissing below her ear and worked my way towards the sensitive nape of her neck, which I knew she loved. I was used to doing this from the front and found this was easier to do from behind. I enjoyed the familiar yet different sensation and ran my hands along her sides. I wasn’t sure where Stacey’s hands were until I brushed one. She didn’t pull away, and so next time I brushed her hand on purpose. She maintained contact and I slid my hand over hers and followed it down Kelly’s side. We cupped my wife’s gorgeous arse Beylikdüzü escort together.

I slid my other hand higher to Kelly’s breast and Kelly pulled her body a little away from Stacey so I could reach between them. Stacey, meanwhile, had noticed how much Kelly’s neck was enjoying my licking and sucking. Her lips had left Kelly’s and kissed their way along her cheek and were now nibbling the other side of Kelly’s neck. Kelly must have been in ecstasy. I cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple through her shirt.

“Ooh yes,” she sighed.

Stacey’s hand escaped from under my other hand and now we both had one of Kelly’s arse cheeks to cup and squeeze. When Stacey’s newly freed hand started working Kelly’s other nipple, we both also had a breast each. Kelly’s head was thrown back and Stacey and I both started working our way towards her throat with our kisses. I got there first, but Stacey didn’t stop. Our cheeks brushed, then our lips, and then we were kissing, tentatively at first, with the occasional lick of Kelly’s throat. Then Kelly’s throat was ignored as we explored each other’s mouths, though our hands continued stroking Kelly all over.

Despite her reputation, Stacey’s mouth was smaller than Kelly’s but tasted just as good. I explored her sweet lips, her smooth teeth and her silky tongue, feeling her respond in kind. No wonder Kelly had enjoyed kissing her so much. I abandoned Kelly’s breast, partly because the position had become awkward, but mostly so I could stroke Stacey’s fine dark hair. I was mildly surprised and very turned on to find one of Kelly’s hands there already, doing just that. I stroked Kelly’s hand instead and we clasped fingers tightly, enjoying what was happening. I felt Kelly’s satiny cheek against my own, and Stacey and I opened up our kiss to let Kelly join us. I licked from Stacey’s lips to Kelly’s and back again. Our three tongues twirled between us and I felt Kelly’s soft cheek on one side and Stacey’s more rounded cheek on the other side of my face. I opened my eyes and drew back to take in the glorious scene before me. Kelly and Stacey continued kissing, their hands kneading each other’s breasts, while I played with their hair and kissed from neck to neck. Stacey started undoing Kelly’s top buttons, so I started undoing her pants. I lifted her shirt and kissed her bare waist, eliciting a giggle. Then Stacey did something that made her sigh. I looked up and Stacey was kissing down Kelly’s neck to her cleavage. I moved back to behind my sexy wife and removed her shirt and ran my fingertips over her bare shoulders and down her back to her bra strap. Stacey was nuzzling Kelly’s breasts while waiting for me, and once I had the bra undone, Stacey pushed it down with her nose and took a glorious nipple in her mouth. Kelly threw her bra away and held Stacey’s head to her breast with both hands, still occasionally running one hand through Stacey’s hair and down her cheek to Stacey’s chin. She supported it there while Stacey slurped and gulped at her naked breasts. I went back to kissing the base of Kelly’s neck, where I also had a good view of Stacey sucking her friend’s tits. I also slid my fingers inside Kelly’s undone pants. They were soaked with her juices and Stacey and I could easily smell her delicious cunt. I slid my fingers inside her and over her clit and she whimpered as Stacey gently nipped at her hard nipples. I slowly began to work my wife’s nub and she writhed appreciatively. Her own hands had removed Stacey’s shirt and she was fumbling to undo her friend’s bra. I could tell she wasn’t far from orgasm, so I slipped my middle finger inside her and pulled her back a little while pushing my aching cock against Beylikdüzü escort her arse. Stacey had a hand there, which she moved from between us, then settled on my arse. I removed my finger from my wife’s hole, ran it up and down her slit, and then started working her clit. My other hand went to squeeze her free breast and I found both her and Stacey’s hands there doing exactly the same thing. One of them squeezed mine, and then the three hands played with Kelly’s breast, nipple and each other. Kelly’s other hand had Stacey’s bra off and was somewhere underneath her, no doubt fondling one of those legendary breasts. I tried to see but couldn’t with Stacey’s head still suckling Kelly’s gorgeous breast. I was content with that lovely view. I started circling Kelly’s clit faster and her breath started coming in ragged gasps.

“Are you having fun?” I breathed.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped.

“Do you like having Stacey’s mouth on your juicy tit?”

“Oh yes!” She was finding it harder to talk.

“Do you like my fingers in your cunt?”

“Uh, uh huh!”

“What are you?”

“I’m a, ah, ah…”

“A what?”

“Ah, ah, ah… slut!”

“Cum for us, slut!” I commanded.

Stacey bit Kelly’s breast and I squeezed Kelly’s other nipple while someone held my hand. My other hand dived into Kelly’s cunt and then worked her clit furiously. She began to cum with a high but quiet cry. Stacey was looking up at Kelly’s face screwed up in pleasure. Her lightly freckled nose was resting against the top of Kelly’s breast and she saw me watching and smiled, still working Kelly’s tit with her mouth. I smiled back and continued scratching Kelly’s clit until her cry became a sigh, and she sagged between Stacey and I panting desperately.

Stacey’s hand left my arse to enfold Kelly’s waist and stroke her bare shoulder. I swept the hair back from Kelly’s brow and she gazed up at me smiling. I removed my cum soaked fingers from her cunt and placed one in my mouth. She tasted so good and I enjoyed those familiar juices I’d swallowed so many times before. Kelly pulled me to her and kissed me, tasting her cunt on my lips, and we shared a finger until Stacey joined us also. I plunged two cum soaked fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean of juices, looking into Kelly’s eyes the whole time. Stacey went “Mmmm” and Kelly smiled approvingly. They both leaned forwards and kissed again, shifting occasionally so that their naked breasts rubbed over each other. Then Stacey started kissing down Kelly’s neck, over her breasts, lingering awhile on each nipple, and on down to her belly. I helpfully started removing Kelly’s pants completely, and Kelly spread her legs wide as Stacey arrived between them. Stacey started licking the inside of Kelly’s thighs, and I knelt beside Kelly and started sucking her breast. I reached a hand across to pat Stacey’s hair until Kelly started fumbling for my belt. She stopped trying when Stacey’s tongue licked the length of her slit, so I started taking my own pants off while watching Stacey lap at my beautiful wife’s cunt. “Ooh yes,” Kelly whimpered. “That feel’s sooo good.”

She stroked Stacey’s hair and cheek while Stacey continued to eat her out. Then noticing my painfully erect cock, Kelly reached over and took me in one hand while continuing to caress Stacey with the other.

“Careful,” I warned. “I’m ready to explode.”

“Me too,” groaned Kelly as Stacey thrust her tongue into Kelly’s juicy hole.

We watched Stacey feasting on Kelly’s cunt, exchanging long soft strokes with short deep thrusts of her tongue. Soon, Kelly began to tense as her next orgasm started and Stacey increased her pace. Kelly’s fingers Escort Beylikdüzü grasped my cock as she screwed up her face and screamed silently. That was all it took to set of my orgasm and I cried out not so silently as cum exploded from my cock over Kelly’s face. She pointed me away as she came down from her own orgasm and the rest of my cum spurted over her divine tits.

Kelly and I looked at each other a little dazed, my cum covering her. But Stacey took a final lick of Kelly’s cunt, and kissed her way up to Kelly’s tits. There she proceeded to lick my cum from my sensuous wife, following the trail up Kelly’s neck and over Kelly’s face. Then she licked her way back to Kelly’s mouth and kissed her deeply. Kelly responded eagerly and when I moved my face between them, they opened up and the three of us shared the mixed taste of mine and Kelly’s cum: the warm sweet sour taste of our juices and Stacey’s gentle lips.

Kelly and I began kissing our way down Stacey’s neck to her magnificent breasts. She had large dark nipples that were rock hard and I took one into my mouth and ran my teeth lightly over it. She tasted every bit as good as I imagined and I rolled my tongue around it, exploring the contours and texture. After suckling Stacey’s breast, licking her nipple and tracing the curves with my tongue, I joined Kelly at Stacey’s other breast. We took it in turns to lick her nipple, we both tried sucking around her breast and we licked and kissed each other also while Stacey lay back smiling and watching. Then Kelly started kissing her way down to Stacey’s crotch. I fumbled with Stacey’s pants and Kelly and I slid them off and took in the sight of Stacey’s wet pussy. Kelly licked tentatively around her slit, exploring her taste and savouring her smell. She pulled back and I took over, parting the folds of Stacey’s cunt with my tongue, scooping the moisture from inside her into my mouth. I looked up and Kelly kissed me. We shared Stacey’s flavour between us and Kelly slipped a finger into Stacey’s hole, making her moan aloud.

Kelly looked at her, then lowered her face into her cunt and started licking her with long slow strokes.

“Ooooh, honey!” gasped Stacey, and Kelly started gently to increase the pace while I kissed Stacey, sharing the last of her taste with her. I nuzzled my way down to her enormous tits, marvelling once again at their size, and started suckling them. Kelly had a hand between her own legs and was gently fingering herself. I realised how hard my cock was again, already, and moved behind my lovely wife whose arse was raised ever so invitingly as she licked her friend’s cunt. I traced the tip of my cock outside her hole and she moaned into Stacey’s cunt, making Stacey moan also. Kelly was sopping wet and I was rock hard already. After a little teasing, I eased my cock deep into my wife. As I thrust forward, her face was pushed further into Stacey’s cunt, and the two of them moaned in stereo. Stacey started gasping and panting and I quickened my pace. Kelly grunted as I slammed my cock into her wanting cunt and she licked harder at Stacey’s soft folds, trying desperately to gulp up the ever increasing fluids almost gushing from her friend.

“C’mon,” cried Stacey. “Eat it slut.”

I joined in. “Eat her you fucking whore. You sexy little slut.” I hammered my cock into her.

“Oooh yes! You cunt. You fucking slutty cuuuuuhhhhh…” Stacey threw her head back and pushed Kelly’s face into her cunt as she came. Kelly started screaming into Stacey’s cunt as I thrust a final few times into her and started screaming myself. My own orgasm ripped through me as I came inside my gorgeous wife. I fell on top of her as she collapsed breathing hard between Stacey’s legs, who fell back panting herself. She patted and stroked our heads with her hands as we all came down, and we snuggled up against her. It was Kelly who finally broke the silence.

“Let’s all go to bed,” she suggested. So we did.

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I walked into the kitchen with the groceries, wondering if I would have enough time to get everything done…the holidays were always so rushed and I could never seem to get everything done. I was also worried – the conversations I’d overheard had mentioned storms moving in and I wanted to check the weather. After I finished putting up the groceries, I went into the living room to turn on the TV – and my phone rang. Cursing modern technology – after all, I had a million things to do; what if it was my mother wanting to talk? – I pulled out my cell phone and looked at the screen.

When I saw the number on my phone, though, I stiffened in shock. It was my dad – I almost never heard from him after he and Mom divorced, and I was totally surprised. I was even more surprised when he said, in an urgent tone of voice, “Sweetie, I need your help – I want to have a party for you and your sister and brother tomorrow night. I just lost track of time and neither your brother nor your sister are answering their phones. Can you please help me?”

I sighed. I knew that my father had always been like this – spontaneous, unorganized – and I also knew that as the oldest, I would of course bail him out. I did feel a bit troubled, though – my father and I had always had an uneasy relationship, and during my teen years it had become worse. I shivered as I recalled many fights we had that had always led to physical contact – me slapping him and then him grabbing me, pulling me up to him…we always ended up with him and I being pulled apart from each other and me feeling odd and – something I hated to admit, even in my deepest thoughts – aroused. I never remembered my siblings getting into those fights – my sister never did anything my mother didn’t tell her to do, and my brother was Daddy’s boy. I often wondered what it was that drove my father and I to fight like that.

All of this flashed through my mind as I said, with only a trace of irritation in my voice, “Sure, Dad – it’ll take me a while, but I’ll be there.” I could hear the relief in his voice as he responded, “Oh great! I’ll be waiting.” I hung up, grabbed my purse and hurried out to the car – forgetting to look at the weather report.

Dad lived about an hour out of town, in a wooded secluded area. It was not easy to find, but after only one false trail and a bit of backtracking, I finally found the drive and pulled in. Dad came to the door and waved to me, “Come on in!” I walked up to the house as a few lazy flakes started to fall and cursed myself for not looking at the TV before I came over. What if the people in the store were right? I’d be snowed in out here with my dad…the man I still had difficulty dealing with. But I knew I was already here and had to deal with things, so I took a deep breath and walked into the house.

I could smell a wood fire and hear the jazz my father always favored — but this jazz was slower tempo, softer…more like the type of music you dance to, not get work done to. Dad could already procrastinate like no one’s business, and I worried that the tempo would cause him to slow down. But when I saw the list on the kitchen island and noticed that Dad had actually come up with a game plan, I relaxed. Maybe he was improving!

Dad suggested we eat lunch first and then tackle decoration and prep-ahead items. I was pleasantly Beylikdüzü escort surprised at how industrious my dad was, and I agreed lunch sounded wonderful. We made a delicious salad and grilled fish — I also noticed Dad’s cooking skills had improved — and as we ate, I kept looking over at him. As I said before, I’d always had a latent attraction for my father — all my friends used to tell me how lucky I was to have such a hunk for a dad — and I noticed that he was looking even better: more fit, more relaxed. I felt an odd stirring in between my legs and had to fight the urge to keep crossing and un-crossing my legs. I didn’t want to give my dad the wrong idea, and my skirt was already hiking up my legs far too much for my comfort zone. I noticed then that my dad was looking at my skirt — and my legs — and that he seemed a bit uncomfortable as well.

He suggested we have some wine with the meal, and I agreed quickly. Maybe I could forget all this if I could just get relaxed! The problem was, though, that I kept downing my wine glass, and Daddy kept filling it up. I don’t even know when I crossed over to calling him and thinking about him as Daddy. Probably about my fifth glass…about the time I noticed I was getting a bit flirty and touchy-feely, putting my hand on Daddy’s leg as I laughed at one of his jokes, leaning over and probably showing a bit of cleavage — ok, more like a lot of cleavage! I had forgotten I had put on a stretchy top that normally had a tank top under it, but that I hadn’t worn because I hadn’t planned on going out after grocery shopping…and a coat covers a multitude of sins. My bra straps kept showing, and I noticed my daddy looking a lot at my nearly-bare shoulders…and further down as well. My skirt kept creeping up, no matter how much I tugged on it, and I was wiggling around like the poor fish we just ate had probably done when it got caught.

I frowned. That thought bothered me for some reason, but I couldn’t figure out why. I felt fuzzy-headed and told my Daddy so. He just smiled and said, “Why don’t we go in the living room and just relax a bit? We should give that lunch a chance to settle as well, and I for one would love to have an opportunity to talk to my favorite child.”

Favorite? Not my brother, whom he had clearly adored? I gave him a skeptical look, but just at that moment I tried to stand and practically fell into my Daddy’s lap. Daddy grabbed my arms, standing up and pulling me next to him. “Whoa, sweetie — let’s get you in the living room and get you sitting down.”

Oh…I was being held so close to him…to Daddy…I could feel his body next to me and the arousal he was feeling…My head swam and I began to feel extremely light-headed. I could vaguely hear my daddy’s rueful apologies for giving me too much to drink, and then he pulled me up against him, his arm around my waist — was that his hand on my butt? — and carried me into the living room. I felt him lay me down on the couch…and then I passed out.

When I woke up, I was still fully dressed, with a blanket over me. I felt a moment’s pang of — I don’t know what, exactly, but the feelings were strong. My daddy’s face came into view, concern and relief mingling on his face. “Hey, sweet stuff,” he murmured. “You feeling ok?”

Other than a residual fuzziness and a bit of Beylikdüzü escort a headache, I felt ok and told him so. Relief won out and he went to get me some aspirin for the pain. As he moved about getting the water and pills, I looked out the windows — and got the shock of my life. Snow was coming down in a blizzard; the snow was already 2-3 inches deep and growing. Of course the weatherman was right today! I looked at the clock — only a few hours had passed while I was out. This was going to be a problem!

I sat up, not realizing my top had fallen off one shoulder and exposed my breasts. I guess my daddy had undressed me a bit after all! I felt detached and yet full of emotions…some of which became even more insistent when my father came in with the water and aspirin and saw me sitting there, completely bemused, with my top mostly off and breasts showing. He gave a start then, collecting himself, carefully placed the aspirin and water on the table and came over to repair my top.

The top proved quite resilient in avoiding any attempts to put it back in its proper place, and I noticed Daddy was doing a lot of rubbing his fingers against my breasts, especially along the nipples and areola, as he was attempting to pull my top up onto my shoulders. My nipples hardened, and I heard my daddy give a gasp as I continued to look at him, still slightly drunk and a bit out of it.

I had to giggle — he looked so afraid and yet eager — so I leaned forward, looking at him as I cupped his face in my hands and said, “It’s ok, Daddy — I can just take this bad ol’ shirt off.” As I said it, I yanked my shirt off and tossed it away from me — not a sexy strip-tease move — but my daddy’s eyes bugging out and his labored breathing told me that he was turned on nonetheless. His hands moved as if of their own volition to my breasts, his palms cupping them underneath, his thumbs sliding over the tips and making me shiver. I moaned, arching my back toward him, as if to present my breasts to him for further exploration.

Suddenly, my daddy grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled me toward him, sliding his other arm around my waist. My legs parted at either side of his waist, my skirt sliding up to the juncture of my thighs and hips. He mashed his lips to mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth. I slid my arms around his neck, returning the kiss with passion – as a little voice in the back of my mind screamed, “WHAT in the hell are you doing???” I ignored the voice, though, and just enjoyed the feeling of a strong, sexy, passionate man between my legs…also conveniently ignoring the fact that man was my father. It had been a long time since I’d had a man, and oh it felt so good…

His hands roamed over my back, and the feeling of skin on skin was so deliriously good! I kept moaning, trying to grind my wet and swollen groin onto my daddy’s waist. My actions caused us both to topple off the couch and onto the floor. My daddy was a one-time hunter and he had furs all over the floor to prove it, so our landing was at least soft and comfortable. I felt dizzy and was unable to get up…the perfect opening for a hunter like my father to pounce on his prey. I felt his hands pulling off my panties, then heard him sniffing them and sighing, “Oh, baby girl, that is heavenly!” The next thing I felt was Escort Beylikdüzü him yanking off my skirt, turning me onto my stomach in the process.

A moan from him, and he was humping his hips into my buttocks. I noticed he was quite naked and wondered how he got that way…then all rational thought left my head as his big, huge prick began to slide up between my thighs as it got harder and harder. Bigger and bigger, too…ohhhhhhhhhh gods, how big WAS it? It felt like a lead pipe going up my leg — wide and very long — and I couldn’t stop myself from humping back against my father, trying to get that huge rod of his in me. Obviously I was still quite buzzed; normally the size of Daddy alone would have made me try to run screaming for the exit. Daddy moaned in my ear, “Oh baby, oh my sexy little girl…you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you…”

I shuddered in erotic response, panting out, “Ohhhhhhhh Daddy…fuck me, fuck me now!” My body felt like every nerve was on complete overload, wanting the release that only a thorough shafting would give me. My Daddy lifted my hips so that I was on my knees, and then he inserted two fingers into my aching and already wet quim. I screamed as my body jerked in response, my pussy already leaking fluid onto his fingers. Even though I wasn’t a virgin, it had been so long since I’d had sex that my cunt was tight — and Daddy’s fingers, plunging in and out of me, was making me feel so full. Then I felt him withdraw his fingers…and something smooth and huge slid up and down my valley, prodding at the opening to my vaginal tunnel. I tried to push myself back onto it, wanting that big rod in me, filling me up…and somehow managed to help my daddy’s thrust hit home.

We both groaned, and Daddy pushed himself deeper into my overheated, wet opening, grabbing my hips and thrusting with all his might. I screamed in mingled pain and pleasure, and my daddy paused to ask, “Are you ok? Should we stop?” I moaned out, “NO! Don’t stop! Please fuck me deep and hard!”

Daddy took that as complete consent, and he kept pushing his shaft in and out, pushing a little deeper each thrust into my tight little cunt. I cried out, begging him to keep fucking me, fuck me hard!! Daddy obliged, finally bottoming out in me and then working himself into a steady rhythm. I felt so full, and it felt so good! He pounded into me over and over, slowly at first and then faster and faster as I got wetter and looser, both our passions building up. I felt my groin aching, my pussy spasming as orgasm after orgasm came over me in waves. My juices ran down my leg as I just kept cumming and cumming…and then I heard my daddy groan, “Ohhhhhhh GODS, baby, I’m cumming…,” and his prick jerked; I felt him shove himself up into me deeper and then the surge of his seed shooting into me set off my final orgasm.

I shuddered as it finally wore down and felt my daddy pull out of me and then turn me over; I lay back on the furs as he lowered himself onto me and began sucking on my breasts again, murmuring over and over, “Oh baby…that was so good, even better than I had dreamed…” I had to agree but wondered, would he want to do this again? I timidly asked him, and he raised himself on his arms and looked me in the face. “Baby girl,” he said gently, kissing my lips and then looking deep into my eyes, “there is no way in HELL this will be the last time!” I smiled and lay back contentedly as my daddy sucked and the snow kept falling in thick sheets. I was so glad I didn’t check the weather report now! In fact, I agreed with the song: Let It Snow!

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Mike got out of the water, its coolness not having calmed him down and went to the kitchen and grabbed the whole jug of lemonade and two glasses. He thought maybe a time out for a drink might ease the tension he felt. Even better would be if she just forgot about the suntan lotion all together. When he came back out to the yard Stacy had sat up in the lounger, her feet were under her butt like she was sitting Indian style. Mike immediately noticed that her legs had caused the little bit of the material she had covering her pussy to slide to one side, exposing her totally shaved cunt. It shined in the sun all glistening and wet.

As soon as her father left to get the drinks Stacy sat up on her feet, she couldn’t drink lying down but she could still get a reaction from him. She took her hand and pushed the front of her thong over so her pussy was completely open for show. She quickly rubbed her pussy sliding her fingers deep inside too gather enough juice to cover it. She spread it all around making her cunt sparkle in the suns light.

Mike was stuck there in front of his daughter with two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade in his hands, his shorts shot out in from of him because of the massive hard on he instantly got from looking at his daughter smooth bare pussy. He had no way of hiding it and immediately turned red from embarrassment. He quickly sat down and handed the glasses to Stacy, pouring each a drink. Unbeknownst to Mike however was when he sat down Beylikdüzü escort the material of his shorts caught up and the head of his glistening cock, all wet with precum, become perfectly visible.

Stacy took the glasses then gasped; she was staring right at the wonderful pole she yearned for. At least three hard inches was poking out above the waist line of her father’s trunks.

“Did I do that to you Daddy?” She asked her father pointing to his hardon.

“Oh my God Baby I am so sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry about? It just means you’re a healthy male Daddy! I am actually flattered you would get an erection from looking at me.” She told him.

“I am sorry that your father is a sick bastard and got excited looking at you. I didn’t mean too honest, I just couldn’t help it. Please forgive me Baby!” He pleaded with his daughter.

“Daddy nothing this morning has been an accident. I knew Mom was going to be out all day. I knew you would be out here by the pool. I wore this bikini on purpose to tease you and I asked you to put lotion on my so I could feel your hands all over my body!” With that said Stacy put her glass down and moved into her father offering her mouth to his. Their kiss was so hot and passionate their moans alone would have gotten a voyeur off.

Mike worried about people seeing as he tongue wrestled with his sweet daughter so he swept her up in his arms and carried her back into the house, never once breaking Beylikdüzü escort their mouth embrace. All the way to her bedroom he carried her laying her out on the bed. Since the two were barely clothed it only took them seconds to undress. Soon Mike was back to kissing his daughter. They kissed for what seemed like an hour nonstop. Mike then took his tongue and traveled it down the nape of her neck.

Stacy couldn’t believe how good her father’s tongue felt as it traveled down her body. First he teased her neck then he dropped it to her nipple, she grabbed at his hair and fed her tit into his mouth.

“Ohhhhhhh Yesssss Dadddy! Suck my tits!” She cried.

Mike suckled at his daughter’s tits but he knew he wanted to suck something else much more. He broke his lip lock on her breats and lowered his head until his nose was buried in her pussy. She tasted so sweet on his tongue, like a perfect crepe, all sweet and salty at the same time. Hey drove his tongue into her folds. She responded by arching her back to take him even deeper. Then he took two fingers and inserted them into her soaked cunt. She ground her hips down on his fingers; her pussy was so tight it sucked at his digits.

When Stacy felt her father’s mouth then his fingers she thought she would die, the pleasure was mind boggling for her. She thrust her hips to match his finger fucking. She knew it would be a matter of seconds before she exploded.

“Yesssss DDDDAAADDDY!! Eat my pussy, Escort Beylikdüzü OOOHHHH GGGOOODDDD IIII””MMM GGGOOIIINNNG TTTOOOO CCCUUMMMM RRRIGGGHHHTT OOOONNN MMMMYYY DDDAAADDD’SSS FACE YYYYEEESSSSS!” Stacy erupted sending her woman juices all over her fathers face. He eagerly licked them up.

Mike couldn’t wait any longer, he had to fuck his sweet daughter and came up from between her legs and got on top of her. With one violent push he shoved his dick into the tight hole, burying it to the hilt.

“OOHHH FFUUCCCKKK MMMYYY SSSWWEEETT DAAUUGGHTTER IISSS SOOO TTTIIGGHHHHT! IIIII CCCCAANNN’TTT BELIEVE I AM FUCKING MY PRINCESS! OHHH GOOODD IIIII AMMM GOOOINNG TOOO CUUUMM!” Mike shouted.

“That’s it Daddy fuck your daughters tight pussy! Fuck me hard….OOOHHH GOOODDD DDDDAADDDDYYY LET ME FEEL YOUR HOT CUM INSIDE ME! YYYEESSS DDDDADDDDYY FILL MEE WIITHH YOUR CUMM! I AM CUMMMINGGGGG!” Stacy said as her whole body shock from its orgasmic grip.

“YYESSS BAABBBYYY HHHERRREE IIITTT CUUUMMMSSS!!!! OOOOHHHHH!” Mike said as he blasted rope after hot rope deep in his daughter’s tight cunt.

They collapsed into each other, both panting and sweaty. Neither felt guilt over what they had just done, they just basked in the afterglow of an incredible session of love. Mike looked at his daughter and then kissed her again.

“That was amazing, I love you Baby!” Mike said to his daughter.

“I love you too Dad but we haven’t even started yet. I got two more holes that want to feel your cum, and one of them is virgin territory!” With that said Stacy got up on her knees and spread her ass cheeks for her father’s benefit. “That’s right Daddy dear, I want you to take my virgin ass today!”

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I sent the text to Jenny for her to show me wearing her new panties while holding her dildo as soon as I got home from picking up my daughter from Sarah’s house. Ever since I’d married her useless son, I had referred to her as mom but the recent events with Jenny and then Denise changed my outlook a bit in regards to the other women in my life. Sarah was a very beautiful woman who, as far as I knew, never dated after her husband had passed away about ten years ago. While I hugged her and kissed her on the cheek for helping me out, an image of my former mother-in-law naked, her huge tits exposed while she knelt before me, flashed through my mind. I laughed silently at the thought of what my ex would think if I seduced, then enslaved, his mother into a lesbian relationship.

It wasn’t until after dinner that my phone alerted me that I had received a text. I waited to read it after finishing bathing my daughter and putting her to bed. Fixing a glass of wine for myself, I drew my own bath, then opened the text. The image of Jenny wearing her new panties and sucking on the tip of her dildo appeared on my phone along with the caption “THANK YOU FOR MY AWESOME PANTIES MISS REYNOLDS!” Jenny then had texted “OMG! You spanked my mom, too?”

Laughing out loud, I took a sip of wine, then replied back that I was happy Jenny liked them and that they looked wonderful on her. Then I texted that yes, I’d spanked her mother because she was naughty just like her daughter. I also texted that Jenny was a better pussy licker than Denise and maybe she should give her mother some pointers.

After finishing my bath, I was so worked up that I practically ran to my bedroom, grabbed my favorite toy and fucked myself silly, visions of Jenny, Denise, Marge and even Sarah flitting through my head. When I finally orgasmed, I collapsed on the bed, then started giggling uncontrollably at the thought of the conversation that Denise and Jenny were having at that moment.

Friday night found me sitting in the living room watching a kid’s movie with my daughter when a text appeared on my phone. I smiled when I saw it was from Marge. The message simply said “That bitch you sent over got her toy for free!” I laughed at that and replied that I couldn’t wait to hear about it tomorrow.

Saturday came and I kissed my daughter goodbye as I dropped her off with her father. After stopping by the liquor store to pick up a couple of bottles of wine, I went home and thoroughly cleaned the house before sending a text out to Jenny, Denise and Marge to let them know that six o’clock was when the party was going to start. Both Jenny and Denise replied “Yes, Miss Reynolds” while Marge sent “Hell Yeah!” Then, I decided to take a nap to gather my strength for what would be happening tonight. I drifted off to sleep while trying to come up with ways to seduce Sarah.

Waking up, I felt refreshed. I took a nice, long bath, shaving myself clean, then putting on a pot for tea. It was almost six so I donned a pair of silken panties and a sheer robe. My nipples were hard from the fabric that was rubbing them as well as what was to come. A knock on the door made me run from the bedroom to answer it.

Marge was there, dressed as usual in a pair of jeans and a red flannel shirt, holding a plastic bag. She walked in, dropping the bag by the door before she grabbed me by the waist and kissed me hard. My hands went straight to the buttons on her shirt. I fumbled with them, trying to undo each one as our tongues wrestled. I was trembling a little when we finally broke the kiss. “God damn, you are sexy!” I whispered as I finally undid the last button and pulled the shirt off of her. Marge’s massive breasts were barely contained in the black, lacy bra she had on. Reaching around her back, I undid the bra, removing it from her body

Grabbing Marge by the hand, I walked her to the couch before gently pushing her down onto the cushion. Leaning over so that my breasts were swinging freely, I gazed into her eyes, smiling evilly as I removed her sandals and then undid her jeans pulling them off of her. The sight of Marge sitting there in her panties made my mouth water and I had to fight the temptation to tear them off of her body and take her right then. Instead, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves and asked if she wanted something to drink.

After refreshing my cup of tea and fixing Marge one as well, I snuggled up to her on the couch. As she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, holding me against her nude body, I reflected on how good it felt being held by somebody and for a brief moment, I considered texting Jenny and telling her tonight was cancelled. Instead I took another sip of tea before running my hand over Marge’s stomach and breasts. It was at that moment that a beige sedan pulled up in my driveway.

“Hot damn!” Marge said before kissing me. I lightly gave her tit a squeeze and pulled back just as there was a knock on my door. It was time for the party to start.

I answered the door, my robe open and tits Beylikdüzü escort plainly visible. Jenny and Denise were standing there; Jenny wearing a tee shirt and cutoffs and Denise in a summer dress. Both obviously weren’t wearing bras. I grabbed Jenny by the wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss right in front of her mother, who just stood there looking shamefaced, unable to stop my enthusiastic greeting.

Jenny let out a squeal of surprise at my kiss, then moaned into my mouth as I shoved my tongue past her lips. After I broke the kiss, she took off her shirt and shorts. I was happy to see that she was indeed wearing the panties that I’d purchased for her. I stepped up to Denise, who was still standing at the door and pulled her inside.

Closing the door behind me, I spun the older woman around and kissed her deeply as well, groping her tits as I licked her tongue with my own. Denise, to her credit, did return my kiss. I felt her tentatively reach out and touch my sides. Breaking the kiss, I looked up in time to see Marge and Jenny kissing their hellos. My eyes shifted back to Denise and I watched her face shift between shame, anger, and lust as Marge shoved her tongue down Jenny’s throat while kneading the teen’s cute ass with her large hands.

Walking behind Denise, I wrapped my arms around her body and began to fondle her breasts. “Look at your daughter, bitch.” I whispered, my mouth just an inch from her ear. “She’s loving every minute of this. I turned her into a little lezzie slut.” My tongue snaked out, licking Denise’s earlobe. “Just like I’m going to do to you.” I added, pinching her nipples for emphasis.

“I want you undressed by the time I get back.” I said, then walked to the bedroom to retrieve Jenny’s collar, the lube, nipple clamps and paddle. Entering the living room, I saw that Denise was naked except for her lacy white panties, busy eating out Marge, who had a handful of hair, pulling the bitch tightly against her cunt, as Jenny had assumed the correct position, kneeling right next to her mother, legs spread and hands on her thighs. She was watching her mother with fascination as the older woman did her best to please Marge.

Sitting down on the couch in front of Jenny, I smiled as I attached the collar to her neck, then kissed her again. We both enjoyed the show Denise was putting on until Marge let out a guttural scream and came all over her face. Marge let go of her hair, a satisfied look on her face. Tears were streaming down Denise’s cheeks as she too assumed the correct position. “Looks like you did a pretty good job licking Marge’s pussy, bitch.” I said to Denise. She let out a choking sob in response.

“Okay pet,” I said, now addressing Jenny. “It’s your turn to show us if you’ve been practicing your knee bends like I’ve wanted.” I bade Jenny to stand and retrieve her dildo. She ran over to her mother’s purse and removed the toy, which was carefully wrapped in a pair of her panties, and brought it to me. I made Jenny assume the position again, then threaded the nipple clamps through the ring on her collar. Slowly and deliberately, I first closed the clamp around her right nipple, then the left.

Jenny let out a little whimper as the clamps pinched her tender nubbins, pulling her tits up and away from her body. I reached out with my foot and ran my big toe up and down her now wet slit as I took the dildo from her hand and coated it with the lube, taking my time to make sure it was thoroughly covered.

Again, I made Jenny stand and spread her legs wide. I slowly but firmly pushed the toy deep inside her. She stood there, trembling, as I sat back and took another sip of tea. “Okay, you know the deal pet.” I said as I looked Jenny in the eyes. “You already have ten spankings coming to you because you were naughty and let your mother find your toy. Those are your spankings.”

Jenny let out a strained “Yes, Miss Reynolds.” I could tell she was concentrating hard, trying to keep the greased dildo from falling out.

“However, if you let it drop, not only will I spank you but also your mother for your failure.” I heard Denise let out a shocked gasp. “So, unless you want your mommy’s ass blistered, you’d better succeed. Now, start.”

To my amazement and, to be honest, disappointment, Jenny made it through all twenty. Just as she stood up on the last one, the plastic prick slid out and landed with a thud on the floor. Her face was red from strain and pain and I decided to reward her for actually making it through. Standing up, I took two steps forward and kissed her as a reward, then undid the clamps on her nipples, causing her to gasp as the blood rushed back in. “I am so proud of you, pet.” I said, as my hands massaged her little titties.

“Thank you, Miss Reynolds.” Jenny replied, smiling. I let her run to the restroom to relieve herself as I picked up the dildo from the floor.

As I sat down, Marge let out a whistle. “Damn, that was hot!” she said, removing her fingers from her cunt.

“Hell, yes it was.” Beylikdüzü escort I replied, laughing. Turning to Denise, I asked her where her dildo was. Instead of replying, she blushed furiously.

“Well, I told Denise here that she couldn’t carry it in her purse.” Marge stated, giving me a wink. “Okay, bitch. Lower those panties.” Denise stood up and slowly removed the garment. Jenny reentered the living room just in time to see her mother reach between her legs and pull a nine-inch dildo from her dripping cunt. I was a bit surprised to see how thick it was. “You should have been there.” Marge said to me as she placed a hand on my thigh. “She squealed like she was being fucked for the first time when I shoved it in.” We both laughed at that as Denise stood there, holding the plastic prick in her hand.

“Well, let’s see how well she can hold it in.” I said to Marge, snuggling closer to her. Reaching out, I took the dildo from Denise. “You just saw what your daughter had to go through.” I said, picking up the lube. “It’s now your turn.”

“Hey little girl,” Marge said, addressing Jenny. “Bring me that bag by the door.” Jenny complied, then assumed the correct position at my feet. Marge reached inside the bag and began to withdraw what she’d brought with her. “I figured this bitch might need a collar of her own.” she said. It was a beautiful black leather with a little silver heart that read “BITCH” attached to the ring.

As I was finishing up with the dildo, Marge made Denise kneel. “This is who you are now.” Marge said as she fastened the collar around Denise’s neck. “You’re nothing but a little, lezzie bitch, understand?” Denise looked like she was about to burst into tears but shook her head yes. Her watery eyes widened in fear as Marge withdrew a set of adjustable nipple clamps as well as a jeweled anal plug just like the one Jenny had buried deep inside her ass.

Marge reached out and began to pinch and pull on Denise’s nipples. The bitch couldn’t help herself and let out a little moan of pleasure as her obviously sensitive titty tips were stimulated. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out by the time Marge was finished with them. The older woman took the nipple clamps, threaded the chain through the ring on the collar and quickly fastened first the right clamp, then the left, to Denise’s tits. Denise let out a whimpering cry as Marge tightened the screws. Her breasts were pulled up away from her body and her nipples were already turning red as Marge slapped each breast hard enough to make them sway.

Marge then ordered bitch to stand and bend over. Picking up the bottle of lube, she greased the plug before turning Denise around and making her spread her ass cheeks wide. Placing the plug at the puckered ring of Denise’s anus, Marge pushed it inside. I watched in fascination, then looked down at her pussy. It was glistening with her juices. Reaching out, I ran my fingers up and down Denise’s slit. “Damn bitch,” I said as I withdrew my hand, noticing how much cunt cream I’d gathered. “you’re fucking loving every minute of this, aren’t you?” I ordered my pet to open her mouth and placed my fingered inside, making Jenny clean her mother’s fluids from my fingers.

When Marge was finished with the plug, I took the well-greased dildo and inserted it to the hilt in Denise’s sopping wet twat. “Same rules apply.” I said, wiping my hand dry on Jenny’s chest. “You have to do twenty deep knee bends. If that falls out, whatever number is left is how many spankings both you and your daughter here get.” Denise stood up with her legs shoulder width apart and started. “Wait,” I said, stopping her. “Hands behind your head.” She assumed the correct stance and began.

Almost immediately, we all knew it wouldn’t take long before the bitch failed. Denise made it to six as the plastic prick slid from her body and fell to the floor. She began to cry and say “I’m sorry!” over and over as a wicked smile came over Marge’s and my face. Standing up, I walked to the kitchen, retrieving the first bottle of wine, four glasses, and the wooden spank spoon.

When I sat back down, I handed Marge the spoon, opened the wine and poured her and myself a glass. Denise was kneeling again, looking down at the floor, tears falling from her eyes. “Well, I guess it’s twenty-four for my pet and fourteen to the bitch.” I said to Marge after I took a sip of wine.

“Hell, I think the bitch should get twenty-four spankings as well.” Marge replied, running the spoon over the palm of her hand. “I mean, if she had just minded her fucking business and not confronted you, she wouldn’t be in this mess now, would she?”

I paused for effect and then said “Yeah, that does seem fair.” I took another gulp and put my glass on the end table. Picking up the paddle, I reached out and hooked my finger on Jenny’s collar ring. Pulling her across my lap, I ran my palm across her smooth, soon-to-be beet red, ass cheeks. Marge also pulled Denise across her lap, positioning the woman so that mother and daughter Escort Beylikdüzü were facing each other. Then we both brought down the implements of punishment on the respective asses.

It took a couple of blows for us to get into rhythm with each other but soon the loud thwacks of the spoon and paddle and the crying out of our slaves were in unison. When number twenty-four finally landed, both Jenny’s and Denise’s asses were bright red and both were sobbing in pain. I let Jenny slip from my lap and curl up on the floor as I put down the paddle and drank more wine. Then, I grabbed her by her hair, spread my legs and forced her face right on my pussy. Jenny dutifully began eating me out, still crying.

Marge followed suit with Denise, making her suck on Marge’s cunt as she was still crying from the spanking. Marge and I looked at each other at that moment, then both of us leaned over and began kissing passionately.

I orgasmed first, moaning into Marge’s mouth as my hips bucked. Pulling back from the kiss, I let out another squeal of delight as I flooded poor Jenny’s face with my juices. My orgasm kicked off Marge and she gripped Denise’s hair tightly as she let out a guttural growl.

When Marge was finished orgasming, she pushed Denise away and laid there panting, a contended smile on her face. Denise rocked back on her heels, her eyes glazed over and face covered with cunt juice. Without even thinking about it, she’d assumed the position of thighs spread, hands on legs.

I thought it would be a good time for a break so I ordered several pizzas, undid my pet’s collar, told her to put on her shirt and shorts minus undergarments and sent her to pick them up. While Jenny was gone, I made Denise sit between Marge and myself and we basically ravished her body. After finally removing the clamps, I took the right nipple between my lips and suckled as Marge did the same to the left. Reaching down between Denise’s legs, I shoved two of my fingers deep in her cunt and finger-fucked her to several orgasms, then made her lick her own fluids off my hand.

I poured Denise a glass of wine while refilling mine and Marge’s glasses, as well. “So,” I said to Marge. “I know that you’ve been wanting a lezzie slave of your own. How about you take the mom while I keep the daughter.”

“Hell yeah!” Marge said, clinking my glass with hers. “This bitch definitely needs to get better at licking cunts and I have several girlfriends who she can practice on.” I had to laugh out loud at the shocked look on Denise’s face. Here were two women discussing trading her like she was an object. I reached down and began to finger her pussy again.

Leaning close, I whispered into Denise’s ear. “You like it, don’t you?” She shook her head no but let out a moan as I began to flick her clit with my thumb. “Yeah you do. You like it.” I said, my lips a centimeter away from her ear. “You like feeling dirty and used. You like sucking cunts. Hell, the thought of your daughter seeing you like this turns you on.”

Denise began to cry as Marge leaned down and started sucking her nipple again while I continued teasing her pussy. “You’ve been looking forward to this day ever since I told you, haven’t you?” Denise hesitated for a second, then nodded, unable to say the words. “I knew it.” I said softly, picking up the pace with my fingers. “You haven’t cum this much in your pathetic life. Even the spanking that your new Mistress gave you got you wet. Didn’t it bitch?”

Denise let out another choked sob and nodded again, her hips starting to move in rhythm with my hand. “Just the thought of sucking a stranger’s pussy while another fucks you into oblivion is enough to make you orgasm. Then you have to go home and play the dutiful housewife and mother, all the while dreaming of the next pussy, the next spanking, the next time you submit.”

My tongue snaked out and licked Denise’s ear. She was getting close to orgasming again so I picked up the pace. “Say yes. Say yes to becoming Marge’s little pussy sucking bitch. Say yes to letting your Mistress treat you like a toy, like a like a pet. Just…say…yes.”

Denise tried to hold on, to resist as much as possible but it was too much for her. She screamed out “YES!” as Marge and my sexual assault on her body pushed her over the edge. Orgasmic juices sprayed out of her cunt as I continued to finger-fuck her. Denise’s eyes rolled back in her head and, for a brief moment, I thought we had gone too far. I removed my hand, marveling on how soaked my arm was as Marge gathered her bitch up in her arms and comforted the woman as she came off her tremendous high.

I got up and went to relieve myself, letting the two of them have some alone time. Walking back in, I sat in the high-backed chair by the window instead of the couch. I didn’t like using this chair that much as it was my ex’s favorite spot to sit in but it kind of grew on me. It was my chair now, not his.

Looking out, I saw that my pet had just pulled up, carrying the pizzas. I opened the door and made Jenny stand there while I undid her shorts, pulling the off her body. She put the boxes on the coffee table, then removed her shirt, knelt down, and presented her neck to me so that I could put her collar back on.

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My lady and I were in the clothing optional section of the resort; we were in the hot tub, we were nude. We were amazed we had the bravery to be there, our room was not in nude section but the hot tub in our section was full of drunks. We had seen the nude area hot tub a few of times since it was close to the gym and it had always been empty. We we did not expect company. We soon got some.

A brassy blonde about our age, (forty-something), joined us and said, “Hi, I’m glad to see I will have some companions tonight, sitting out here alone gets me depressed. Jerry shot his wad and is already asleep so he’s no company.”

Sandra and I inspected her and saw a fine looking woman with slightly sagging tits and slightly rounded belly, just like us. As she sat next to Sandra I noticed the woman staring at her tits, Sandra’s tits were still magnificent. The woman submerged completely in the water and helped herself get up by putting her hand on Sandra’s thigh.

“My name is Miriam, I have been here three days, four more to go.”

Sandra introduced us and Miriam got comfortably close to her; their thighs were in full contact. I could see all four nipples were fully erect by then and my cock was rapidly becoming so.

Sandra was a straight-laced, sexually cowardly woman but I knew she had always wanted a lesbian affair. She had chickened out of one while in college but not until after she had an orgasm. Twenty years later she still felt guilty about not returning the favor.

Sandra reached over and began to caress my now hard cock. Miriam’s hand was again on Sandra’s thigh.

“He has a nice one, the best thing I can say about Jerry’s is that it’s still functional, although not for very long.”

“This one is a marathoner, it has outlasted me several times.”

“Lucky woman,” Miriam said and moved her hand higher on Sandra’s thigh. They chitchatted about unreliable cocks and men for a while as Sandra slowly masturbated me and as Miriam caressed Sandra’s thigh.

Sandra fell silent for a moment and I saw Miriam’s hand was draped over my woman’s pussy. Sandra rejoined the conversation for a while until she moaned. I kissed Sandra and slid my hand to her tit.

Sandra moaned again then slid slightly forward on the bench and opened her legs. Beylikdüzü escort Miriam immediately understood she had been invited and slid three fingers into Sandra’s pussy and began to rub the clit with her thumb. Sandra’s ride was frantic from the start and she careened through two orgasms.

Miriam slowed her assault to give Sandra time to recover but soon found her own pussy covered by Sandra’s hand. I could see no fingers. At first Miriam simply enjoyed the contact but Sandra apparently found Miriam’s clit and she was suddenly gasping for air. Miriam had an orgasm.

The women paused for kisses, those were tongue filled kisses which they enjoyed a lot more than I had expected.

Miriam then leaned past Sandra for me to kiss her. I looked at Sandra and she nodded so I gave Miriam a nice kiss and accepted her tongue in my mouth.

There was contented silence for a while then Sandra remembered that my cock was in her hand. She asked Miriam to sit on the other side of me and help her with it. She did and as soon as my cock was in Miriam’s hand Sandra let go of it and after leaning over me began to kiss and suck Miriam’s tits. I again kissed Miriam.

A few minutes later Miriam asked Sandra, “Please?”

Sandra sat up on the ledge of the tub and pointed at her pussy. Miriam knelt in front of her and began to eat her then Sandra said to me, “Fuck the hell out of her.”

I stood behind her and slid my cock into Miriam’s pussy and began a hard fuck that soon had her in a train of orgasms. After she loudly groaned into Sandra’s pussy they switched places and Sandra began eating pussy as I fucked her hard. Her loud orgasm was not completely muffled by the pussy in her mouth but it did produce a big orgasm for Miriam.

We stopped and sat as before but as soon as Miriam could breathe normally she gave each of us torrid full tongue kisses and left.

After a few moments Sandra said, “That was fun, I would do it again. I would not swap I don’t think, but I was very turned on watching you fuck her, probably because I knew you would not cum in her pussy. I think I will invite my college roomy to visit. I need to repay her favor.”

“Will I get to fuck her too?”

“If she wants you, she is a lesbian. You can fuck me while I eat her pussy though.”

“That Beylikdüzü escort I really liked. By the way I can see my cum oozing out of your pussy.”

“That looks so cool. Can you handle me one more time tonight?”

“I think so, lets walk to our room on the beach, we will know before we get back.”

“Let’s walk back naked.”

“Until we see kids, then we wrap towels around us. You sure are brave all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, ask me to marry you again.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

“Why the change of heart?”

“When you were fucking Miriam you were looking at me and smiled every time she brought me off. You have as bad a case of me as I have of you.”

We were past the pool and the café and walking down a very dark moonless beach when we removed our towels and were again naked’

We saw the resort’s beach loungers were stacked up on the beach except for one; there was a couple fucking on it. “My cock is ready again,” I said.

“Even though my pussy is still oozing cum it is ready for you.”

Sandra took a lounger from the stack and placed it next to the young couple.

“That is a good idea you two have,” she said to them and coaxed me onto my back and straddled me. The girl astride her lover smiled and resumed fucking her man as Sandra began to fuck me.

Both women had orgasms then we heard people coming. Sandra took my towel and placed it over the girl’s ass then did the same for us. Two couples walked by and we said hello. They walked on and the ladies resumed the fuck to another orgasm then paused as one of the couples returned, took down a recliner and began to fuck.

“Don’t stop fucking because of us. And thanks. This is his best erection in months.”

They were perhaps in their mid fifties, very slim. Their fuck was slow, Sandra and I were going faster and the youngsters faster still but all three women squirmed and groaned into orgasm simultaneously. I refilled Sandra with cum and apparently the other guys filled their woman’s pussy too.

After deep kisses to their men the ladies got up and kissed each other lovingly and we went our separate ways to our rooms.

Sandra and I left the next day. We married three weeks later. Even our children said, “It’s about fucking Escort Beylikdüzü time.”

Her college roommate Cassie visits us every three months or so but so far hers is the only pussy Sandra will eat. I have not asked nor have I been asked to fuck her but all of us love sharing the same bed.

She will slide her tongue on my cock as it penetrates Sandra’s pussy when they are in a sixty-nine. Cassie will at times put her tongue between my cock and Sandra’s pussy when I take long strokes. As my cock slowly re-enters Sandra’s pussy it gets a complete tongue massage on the way in. She has at times guided my cock to her mouth. Sandra whines when she does that but so far has put up with the delay.

Sandra understands what is going on and loves it. When Sandra has to pause eating Cassie’s pussy I am always asked to keep it wet and I enjoy doing that, and apparently so does Cassie.

Once, when Sandra and I were fucked out Cassie draped her body over mine as Sandra went to sleep. My cock still had some rigidity to it and slid into her pussy. She said, “Hmmm, that felt better than expected.”

She gave me a long kiss as she pressed her pussy to my cock then slid off me and curled next to Sandra to sleep.

“It will be nice to fuck her too whenever that happens.’ I thought before I joined them in slumber.

I did not have to wait long. The next morning I woke up to kisses from Sandra but she was not the one fucking me.

“Cum in her,” Sandra said to me the left to make coffee.

Cass was very much enjoying herself and had a very nice orgasm. She kissed me and went to join Sandra in the kitchen. Three minutes later Sandra came back to bed, straddled me and fucked me with purpose. I ejaculated into her as she had an orgasm.

“OK, one I love you. You will hear that a lot for the rest of your life. Two, you may fuck Cass anytime she needs a fuck which I expect will not be rarely. Three, all your cum is mine. Coffee should be ready.”

“I love you, thanks for loving me.”

We kissed until we felt Cass plop in bed so I got up in search of coffee.

Several minutes later they joined me in my patio still nude and Sandra announced, “Cass has decided she is moving here. She got a job offer from the resort and is taking it. Until she can find her own place she will be living with us.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say so I just kissed both.

That was two years ago and no one is looking for a place for Cass to live in. Maybe in another two years. Maybe not.

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It was after 9am when Sara awoke still holding Amber in her arms. Her vision was a little hazy but her memory was clear as it could be. She smiled to herself and pulled the covers off if her body but kept Amber covered. She gently got out of bed to keep from waking Amber up and headed for her bathroom completely nude. She went about her morning routine of using the bathroom and brushing her teeth and hair before she headed back into the bedroom. Amber had turned on her back and kicked the covers off of her chest giving Sara a wonderful view of her tits.

Sara climbed back into the bed and started kissing Ambers neck and lips until she opened her eyes. She stretched and opened her arms for a morning hug that Sara was more than happy to give her. They both enjoyed the feeling of their nipples pressing together as they hugged and kissed.

“Good morning sweetie.” Sara said once they separated.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“After the fucking I received last night,” Sara said with a smile “who wouldn’t sleep well.”

Amber laughed and looked at the clock on the nightstand next to the bed. Her eyes got wide and she sat up with cussing and ran nude into the bathroom and started getting dressed.

“What’s wrong?” Sara asked.

“I’m late for work. I was supposed to be there an hour ago.”

She brushed past Sara and started getting dressed as Sara just leaned against a door still nude. Amber was dressed in record time and ran back into the bathroom to spike up her hair. She told Sara she had better get dressed if she was going to walk her out like a date should do. Sara chuckled and threw on her shorts and shit from last night minus the bra. As soon as Amber was ready she grabbed her backpack and headed for the door with Sara following.

Sara’s mother was sitting in the living room reading of of her many Nora Roberts books when the girls came walking in. She put down the book and smiled at them.

“Hello girls.” She said sounding a little sleepy. You two were either watching a really bad Zombie movie last night or you were having some really good sex.”

“Mom!” Sara said turning beat red.

Amber just stood there with Beylikdüzü escort her mouth dangling open with a look that said “Tell me I did not just hear that.”

Sara’s mom just laughed and picked her book back up telling them that it was none of her business. Amber was the first to recover and headed for the door blinking in the sunlight once she opened it. She stopped and turned around to give Sara a hug but instead Sara wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her soft and lovingly on the lips. Amber turn red when she heard Sara’s giggle. A second later Sara broke the kiss and took a step back telling Amber to have a good day and to call her as soon as she was off work. Amber nodded and kissed her quickly on the lips before running down the walkway and across the street to her car and sped off to work.

Sara stood in the doorway and watched her go till she turned the corner then walked back into the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her mom leaning against the wall right in front of her. She expected a lecture about same sex relationships being wrong but her mom was smiling.

“What?” Sara asked after a second.

“Oh nothing.” Her mom said. “I just think it funny that’s all.”

“What’s funny?”

“I lost my virginity on prom night to a girl just like you.”

Sara’s jaw dropped but this time it was out of repulsiveness. What person wanted to hear their mom talk about sex? Let alone sex with someone of the same sex. Her mom began describing the events to her first time with another girl but Sara pushed past her covering her ears. She headed down the hall and back into her room grabbing some clothes and heading for a shower.

As she let the warm water fall all over her body Sara took several deep breaths trying to get a handle on what was going on. Last night had all happened so fast. She was not disappointed one bit with what she did or let down in herself. She just needed to ask herself if she was really attracted to girls or if that was just a one time thing. Seconds later her whole body shivered and she shook her head side to side as if she was clearing her head. Things had suddenly become clear to her. The Beylikdüzü escort way she felt when dancing with Amber at the prom, how she was so willing to have sex when she had never thought about it before. Even things that she had never really paid any attention to in school.

She was always looking at the other girls in the gym when they were changing into their swim suits or in the shower after running. She always told herself it was because she was sizing up her competition for men but she had been fooling herself the whole time. In all eight-teen years of her life she had only kissed two men and neither of them felt close to how good it felt to kiss Amber. She had even given a guy a blow job in her closet on her birthday two months ago and thought how it was the most disgusting thing she had ever done in her life. But loved the taste of Amber’s pussy.

There would be no deliberation by a jury for her. The verdict was out, she was gay. She climbed out of the shower and quickly dried off and went into her room and flopped down completely nude on her bed with a very big smile on her face. She was more than happy. She was thrilled. She knew she had found the direction her love life was destined to go and could not wait to explore it. She didn’t notice it right away but her hands were both rubbing her nipples and she had begun breathing harder and harder as she thought about how her life was changing. Before long she was extremely turned on and started moving one hand down towards her pussy as the other caressed both of her nipples. As soon as her hand was at her pussy she slipped two fingers as deep as she could and started rubbing her clit with her thumb. She had her eyes shut tightly as she worked on getting herself off.

Her hips were moving and lifting up off the bed and she was nearing her orgasm and she was moaning softly to herself.

“Sara, I’m sorry if I embarrassed….Oh!” Her mom said walking into the room but stopped when she saw what Sara was doing.

“Jesus,” Amber gasped sitting up and pulling a pillow over as much of her body as she could. “Mom! Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Well sorry, I just thought you had gotten enough Escort Beylikdüzü last night with Amber.”

Amber threw one of her pillows at her mom as she was closing the door and got off of her bed to get dressed.

“So much for that.” She thought grabbing a pair of panties.

Once she was dressed she sat back on her bed and turned on the TV to watch a movie or something. Only a minute later her mom came knocking on the door. Sara told her that she should have done that the first time but to come in anyway. The door opened and her mom came in the room and sat on the end of the bed looking at Sara like mothers do when they have something important to talk about. Sara braced herself for the ever famous “Birds and the Bees” talk. But her father had given her that talk two years ago just before he and her mom got divorced.

“Now before you start worrying,” Her mom said after a moment of silence. “what happened between you and Amber is between you. All I want to know is if you are into women I want you to understand that life can be very hard.

I met my first girlfriend when I was your age. I was so in love with her but we kept our relationship a secret from our parents because my mom and dad were way old fashioned.”

Sara listened to her moms story of when she came out to her mom and dad and how they both had freaked. Next thing she had known she was being shipped of to a Military school. Her mom said that as bad as that was if she had not gone there she never would have met Sara’s father. And even though their marriage had ended badly she had always been a blessing to them. Her mom never came out and said it but Sara understood that what her mother was saying was that if she was truly gay and not just experimenting it was just fine with her.

Her mom stood up to leave but stopped before she opened the door and turned back to her with a wicked looking smile. “You know,” She said as the smile made it to her eyes. “Having sex with another girl gets lots better than just kissing touching and licking. There are also lots of sex toys.”

Once again Sara turned as red as she possibly could have. Just before her mother clothed the door she told her that the car keys are on the hook by the door and she would leave a hundred dollars next to them. She didn’t say what it was for but Sara was not stupid. Her mom was telling her to go get some toys and have sex with Amber. Her mom always was an odd one.

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November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England

Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He’d had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the last ball, a good four inches across at the widest, wasn’t going in.

Four inches wasn’t that bad. As the afternoon wore on Morris was likely to get around to fisting Bryan’s ass. And his knuckles were more than four inches across.

Morris, tall, grizzled, ugly as sin, had risen from the bed and stood there momentarily, facing the reclining professional escort. At nearly thirty-six, blond and still breathtakingly handsome and immaculately groomed—although, by request, unshaved now for three weeks—Bryan had been a favorite male prostitute of the newspaper empire giant’s for fifteen years. Bryan was mainly based in New York, but he would come back to work on a demand from the London escort service—and at the client’s added expense. He had specialties that weren’t often in demand, but when they were, he was sought after. Morris himself had offered Bryan permanent employment three times over the years, but Bryan had not been willing to give up his other career. He was an on-the-scene journalist, and these were exciting times.

Roger Morris was just such a client that Bryan specialized in, as was evident now as he stood, naked, beside the bed. The man was monstrously hung, and one of the few sufferers of polyorchidism, He had three balls, two hanging low, seemingly the size of tennis balls at the bottom of a drooping ball sac, and a third, ping pong-ball sized one tucked up into his scrotum. One of Morris’ fetishes that whores like Bryan had to satisfy was teasing out, distending, and sucking the third ball with his mouth. Bryan was an expert in this. The reward was that the testicle fired on its own and could do so between recoveries of the other two. Beyond that, Morris’ uncut cock was a slab of meat over three-quarters of a foot and nearly three-inches wide in repose.

One of the ones who knew what the mogul was packing, Bryan always laughed when Morris was referred to in public as Mr. Iron Balls. They didn’t know the half of it. The man had to wear carefully tailored baggy trousers to hide his “gifts.” Luckily he had the money to pay the tailoring fee—and for the tailor’s silence.

The upshot of the condition was that Morris produced prodigious amount of semen—often, almost constantly—and required frequent servicing by a man who could accommodate his requirements. Once a session started, Morris could fuck his partner into the grave. For that reason, more often than not Morris turned to professionals who were trained for endurance. Bryan was one of four he used regularly—Bryan less so now that the world had heated up and his reporting skills were in high demand. Morris had paid his way across the Atlantic, with little clear idea, as war unfolded in Europe, when Bryan could return to New York. But for now the focus was on Europe driving into war, and Bryan wanted to come here anyway.

The bombs were falling here in England, not in New York. Not yet, at least.

This was a hunting weekend Morris put together occasionally for men of prominence who wanted to exercise their fetishes away from the inquiring press, which was ironic, as Morris owned most of the inquiring press. He kept this activity—and those engaged in it—quite private though. To Morris and his well-placed male friends, leaders in government and society all of whom fed Morris off-the-record secrets in exchange for invitations to his hunting weekends, a hunting weekend at this estate involved the hunting of men.

Each of Morris’ guests was invited either to bring his own partner or to select one from the portfolio of the exclusive London escort service that represented Bryan. Then, other than meals, and gathering after dinner, they were left to hunt as they pleased. Some were known to become so engrossed in the hunt that they missed meals.

Bryan knew that Morris would take his time enjoying Bryan’s body for the entire afternoon. They were in for the long haul. Morris had made no bones about wanting to go for a record of ejaculations this afternoon. He had recently turned sixty and he quite evidently was beginning to worry how much longer he would, literally, be able to keep it up. He was almost obsessed with the need to exercise it to hang on to the ability to harden.

That was the issue now, as he stood by the bed. He had gone flaccid. And this after only four ejaculations. For most men his age this would be natural. He had already fucked Bryan twice, jacked off once, and been sucked off once. But this wouldn’t do for Morris. He was reverting to toys to help him keep it up. Thus the titillation of feeding the graduated glass balls into Bryan’s ass to bring on the next hard on. It hadn’t worked, though. The largest dildo they made at the time, a Big Mike was laying beside Beylikdüzü escort Bryan’s leg ready for use, but Morris opted to retreat across the room and pick up what was then a new invention, a suction erection tube.

The two men maintained eye contact, as Morris worked his cock up. He’d had to order a special one to fit him.

“Come here,” Bryan said. “I can do that.”

Morris pulled the tube off. The cock was in half erection. Even at half, it was monstrous. He drew close to the bed, and Bryan, turning onto his side, facing Morris, moved his arm around the older man’s slim hips, cupped a butt cheek, and drew Morris’ crotch to him. One after the other Bryan took the two distended balls in his mouth, sucked them, and gave the balls a hummer. Morris was harder, and Bryan, with effort, took the cock in his mouth while he still could. He rimmed Morris’ asshole with a finger, as the older man groaned, and worked it into the passage, searching for, and finding, the prostate. Morris’ cock filled out more and, gagging, Bryan was forced to pull his mouth back to the tip of the cock, with his lips pushing the foreskin off the bulbous knob, which he sucked hard, flicking his tongue on the leaking piss slit. In seventeen years of prostitution, Bryan had learned all of the tricks.

Morris grabbed Bryan’s head, running his hands through the still-luxurious blond curls, and moaned deeply, as Bryan’s mouth left the cock and started working under the balls, tonguing up into the scrotum to tease out the third ball. When he had gotten it to drop, he sucked it into his mouth, rolled it around, and started to hum.

With a grunt, Morris shot off on Bryan’s face. Bryan let loose of the third ball, and Morris leaned down, kissed him passionate on the lips, and licked his own cum off Bryan’s face and up into his hairline.

“Five,” he grunted.

Satisfied for the moment then, he knelt on the bed, and, as Bryan huffed and puffed, worked the last of the graduated balls into Bryan’s passage. He grasped Bryan’s hard cock with the other hand and stroked it. As he slowly pulled the balls out and then reinserted them, Bryan shuddered, moaned, provided a whispered commentary on the effect of the attention, and, when he was about to explode, requested permission to come. Laughing, Morris slapped Bryan’s dick, erasing the urge to shot, at least for now, and slowly pulled the balls out.

He entered Bryan’s ass with four fingers and teased him into thinking fisting time had arrived. Bryan groaned deeply and began to pant hard, but Morris laughed and pulled the fingers out.

Bryan was well aware that they had all afternoon for this and that Morris was a master at the sexual tease and torture. He played Bryan’s ass for a while with the oversized dildo, marveling at Bryan’s ability to bottom it and to move his pelvis on the hard, glass cock as Morris held it steady. Morris was masturbating himself and Bryan could see that he would be ready for release soon himself. And then, quickly pulling the dildo out, Morris wanted to bury his cock. He scrambled between Bryan’s spread legs, pushed his knees under the younger man’s buttocks, and penetrated Bryan with one long slide. Bryan brought his torso up and the two hugged each other, chest plastered to chest, arms encircling backs, mouth sucking on mouth, as they rocked back and forth, moving Morris’s cock deep inside Bryan’s passage, the expert bottom Bryan setting the muscles of his passage to undulate over the invading, throbbing staff, enticing the two men to ejaculate in a flood of cum nearly simultaneously.

“Six,” Morris muttered. “So far so good. Plenty of time.”

The third ball came into play. Morris was so aroused by the coupling that he pressed Bryan’s torso back, the younger man’s shoulder blades touching the bed, Bryan’s fingers working Morris’ nipples, as, instead of going flaccid, Morris remained hard, began to pump again, and brought up the reserve of his third ball to cream Bryan deep again.

“Seven.”

They lay there for several minutes panting and recovering. Then, at Morris’ signal they took a break, went for a piss and a towel off, and Morris called for beer. The two stood at the window overlooking the rolling countryside of Morris’ estate. Morris laughed to see one of his guests, an admiral, running down the guest he’d brought, one of his own stable hands, and, in spite of the January cold, trapping the young man in a gazebo and, after frenziedly readjusting clothing, bending him over a chair and fucking him. Finished, the guest rose, adjusted his clothing and departed, only to be replaced by another guest, who had been standing by and watching. He turned the stable hand onto his back on the chair, grabbed the young man’s legs and raised them, and commenced fucking him hard.

“Isn’t even Harold’s guest,” Morris said, with a laugh. “Wonder who’s fucking the young man I rented for him. Timothy’s his name, I think. Reminds me of you when you were younger,” Morris said, turning to Bryan.

“Does that mean you are tiring of me, Beylikdüzü escort that I’m becoming too old for you?” Bryan asked.

“Not a bit of it. You’re at the top of your game. I’d have to train a young man to give me what I want—take what I want to give him. No one can tease out that third ball like you can. No one can take my fist like you do.”

“But you would enjoy doing that, wouldn’t you? Training a young man. There’s a cruel streak in you, Roger. You enjoyed training me to your needs. You enjoyed the pain it gave me.”

“And you enjoyed the pain more than any of the rest of the training. You loved being broken and used to the limit.” Morris could see that he’d hit a bulls eye with that remark, so he continued, “But it’s a moot question. I can enjoy you and train a young man as well.”

“I know you can,” Bryan answered. “As I said, you can enjoy being very cruel.”

The discussion—the remembering of breaking Bryan in—combined with watching the stable hand being fucked—a third guest had shown up to take over the honors—aroused Morris, and in a hoarse voice, he commanded Bryan to return to the bed. This time he brought leads down from the four corners and bound Bryan’s wrists and ankles. Already hard, not needing any toys or assists now, he moved between Bryan’s spread and trussed legs on his knees and fucked him hard and long.

“Eight.”

After he was done, he got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with a straight razor and a mug of shaving cream that he was working up into a foam.

“I hope your hand is steady,” Bryan whispered.

“I’m not too old to shave a man yet,” Morris answered.

Bryan knew this was one of Morris’ favorite sex acts. As bidden, Bryan hadn’t shaved since a week before he’d left New York. Not only was he bearded, but his pit, chest, thigh, arm, and groin hair had reappeared. It was blond down, but he normally shaved himself smooth—unless he knew ahead of time that a client wanted him hairy. Morris had wanted him hairy. He enjoyed the before and aftereffect in fucking his men.

Bryan held as still as he could, as humming, Morris shaved his face and then his pits and his chest. He moved then to the thighs. His cock was where Bryan could turn his head and suck it into his mouth, which he did—knowing Morris would like that and would want to be hard when he was finished with the shave. When the cock was too hard to get into his mouth, Bryan worked his tongue in below the distended balls and teased out the third testicle.

Happily, although he was moaning and groaning while Bryan sucked on the third ball, Morris’ hand remained steady as he shaved down Bryan’s bush. At the same time he was stroking Bryan’s cock, and he managed to swallow it as Bryan was firing off.

Throwing the shaving implements aside, Morris moved between Bryan’s knees. Bryan’s eyes popped open and his mouth opened to a silent scream, as Morris laced his fingers around the root of Bryan’s balls, distended them, and patted them. Bryan writhed as best he could as Morris closed his fist over the balls and squeezed them. Before Bryan’s screams could go vocal, however, the older man let loose of the balls, thrust his cock inside Bryan, and started pumping his ass hard again.

“Nine.”

A standing fuck at the window, watching the whole guest list gangbanging the stable hand. “Ten” At last Bryan screaming through the fisting. “Eleven.”

As the light outside was fading, Bryan was on his knees in front of a standing Morris, working the man’s cock with his hand and paying sucking attention to all three balls, until, ready again, Morris lifted him, turned him, belly down, on the arm of an overstuffed chair and fucked him like a dog.

“Twelve.” Ding, ding, ding. We have a new record. Who said a sixty-year-old man wouldn’t be able to get it up more than once a day?

The hunters, all with smiles on their faces and eyes blazing, gathered in the candlelit great hall for supper. There were twenty of them in all, all decked out in tailored evening wear, ten of them very pleased with themselves, and ten younger men in various stages of exhaustion. Seven of the young men were professionals and were able to handle themselves well despite the afternoon’s workout. Three had been brought by their partners. The two of those who were present were nearly falling off their chairs. The stable hand didn’t appear for the meal. Little did they know that the evening’s entertainment would be a game of changing cocks, and the two surviving amateurs as well as several of the professionals would be chased around the mansion for a game of gangbang.

Bryan wasn’t included in this, although he received propositions from several of the powerful men present. He was there with Morris and thus was untouchable—unless he agreed to it and Morris didn’t need him.

There was one man there, Harry Tharp, who was in the foreign office and able to arrange travel for people, even in these troubled times, who Bryan was willing to go with, for needs of his own. The man was a dwarf, not quite Escort Beylikdüzü five feet tall, and was as ugly as sin and deformed of body—with one exception. He was hung and an expert cocksman, and used young men’s assumptions of his safeness to get his cock inside them. Once saddled, the young men couldn’t get enough of him, though.

It was nearly legendary that a man could bring a nonprofessional guest to these hunting weekends, but the guest was more likely to leave on the arm of Harry Tharp than with the man who brought him.

Bryan discreetly made an appointment to meet Tharp during the hour that Morris was bathing.

Another offer disturbed Bryan deeply and he rebuffed the man possibly more abruptly than he should have. He should not have revealed that the proposition had disturbed him. Morris picked his guests carefully. A prostitute like Bryan should be expected to find the cocking of any of them acceptable. Lord Aynsley approached him as they were leaving the dinner table for brandy and cigars in the library before the evening hunt began.

“I’ve heard interesting things about you,” he murmured to Bryan. “I want to lay you. What are your fees?”

“Sorry, not interested,” Bryan has answered abruptly, a finality in his voice, and turned and walked off, leaving the other man looking bewildered and miffed.

There was no way, though, that Bryan was going to let his father fuck him. The man hadn’t recognized him. But then it had been nineteen years since he’d seen his father—when he was Paul Winslow. After four years honing his sexual skills and filling his bank account under an assumed name in London—to avoid discovery by his family—Paul had moved to New York. His mother was American and came from Boston, so Paul—now Bryan—had knowledge of and affinity for America. His London escort service connected him with a high-class one in New York, and he continued earning money that way, coming back to London for special clients like Roger Morris. He used the money to put himself through the New York School of Journalism. And, thus, the second career—all done without the need for his father’s family’s connections or his mother’s family’s money.

And there was no way that he would let his father fuck him any more than he had.

In the library, Bryan noticed another escort, Timothy, who, as Roger Morris had noted, reminded him of himself when he was nineteen. It was a memorable age, as it had been when he had lost his virginity to the Austrian baron—who was still trying to find him and to whom Bryan’s mother, Elizabeth, was still attached. One of the main reasons Bryan had come to Europe was to try to extricate his mother from the baron’s clutches in Austria and bring her to safety. It wouldn’t be long before being an American in the German areas of Europe—Austria had already been annexed two years earlier—would be untenable, and Elizabeth must be losing her charm with age now. Who knew how long it would be before the baron abandoned her?

As he watched Timothy, fairly new to the game but already good at it, drinking brandy and talking with three men, all of whom were revolving around him and feeling him up with their eyes and hands, Bryan began to form a plan. He’d have to find a moment or two alone with Timothy—obviously sometime after he’d been gangbanged on the table in the great hall, of course. As he was watching, the gong sounded, and the chase was on. Quickly told that he was fair game, Timothy had sprinted off, followed by the three guests who, knowing the game beforehand, had chosen him and made sure they were close by him at the gong.

Timothy, as Paul had predicted, had only made it as far as the great hall. Paul waited a few minutes before following them. Timothy was laid out on the table. Four had tracked him down. They were experienced and worked in a pack. When they were done with him, they would go off, together, to trap and gang fuck another one of the “rabbits.” Timothy was naked except for his socks and the garters holding them up. One of the guests was already fucking him, with one leg propped on his shoulder and holding the other one out to the side. He was a big-cocked man, and Timothy was sheathing the cock without effort. His head was turned to the end of the table and he was sucking off a guest. The other two were trapping his arms above his head, holding him in place and waiting for their turn.

Paul could see that he was smiling and laughing, though, when his mouth came off the cock. He was a tough one. He might do nicely for Paul’s forming plan.

Morris had one of the professionals under the table, on his back. He wasn’t professional enough to be taking on Morris. He was screaming bloody murder as Morris did pushups on his pelvis. Paul doubted the professional would be able to appear for breakfast.

The dwarf wasn’t around. Paul didn’t expect him to be in on this hunt. Tharp didn’t hunt men; they came to him. That’s what Paul now intended to do—to go to the dwarf.

“What is your price?” the foreign office dwarf, Harry Tharp, asked Bryan when they were alone in Tharp’s room. Both were naked. Bryan was belly down on a low ottoman, his arms stretched out to floor in front of him. The dwarf was in back of him, his chubby little hands gliding up Bryan’s inner thighs, coaxing Bryan’s legs apart.

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There has never been any question left unanswered when it comes to my personal preferences. I adore older men. I’ve reached a pivotal point in my life that allows me to spend most of my time devoted to the men I adore. I am an avid cook, maybe a few steps just below an accomplished chef de cuisine I like to think, I’m chuckling, I’m a damn good cook. In any case, a few of my gentleman friends asked if I would consider giving them a few pointers in the kitchen. Contrary to what you may think, I do have male friends who have never been anything more than plutonic relationships.

Many of my boys, I always refer to them as “My Boys” never had the time to learn the basics or had no reason to make the kitchen part of their daily routines. I started a weekly group meeting and would choose a particular menu, send out an e-mail, and spend a few hours in the afternoon instructing.

The people I met were wonderful and I had a great time. One of the extra added surprises was that many of the seniors I met had family recipes going back to when they children. I may have been the instructor but I learned quite a lot along the way.

I received a call from a gentleman who was wondering if he could invite a few of his friends over for a group lesson. It seems that he had made a few of the recipes I’d given him for his buddies and they wanted to cook them for other friends and family.

I arrived at Stuart’s home at precisely noon. There were a few extra cars in the driveway so I suspected his group had already arrived. I could hear the laughing and talking as I got closer to the door. I knocked and heard the familiar “Come on in.”

“Well, there you are Layla; I’ve got the boys all ready for today’s lesson.”

I walked ahead of Stuart into the kitchen and sure enough there were five other fellows waiting for the lesson to begin.

“This is Layla guys; she’s the lovely lady who taught me to cook. So, let me introduce you to the guys Layla.”

Dennis was a man in his late sixties and had recently moved to the community. He lost his wife a few years prior and with his kids grown he just decided he’d move to a warmer climate and spend the rest of his days playing golf and fishing.

Mike, he was a retired railroad man. He and his wife lived just up the street from Stuart and he wanted to learn how to cook a meal for his wife. Mike was seventy seven and he and his wife Ann just celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

Ted and Leo were brothers who Dennis has known for many years; in fact it was the brothers who convinced him to move into the community when he lost his wife. Ted was the older brother and clearly the stronger personality. Leo was a much laid back man, quiet and reserved. The brothers lived a few streets down and had been here for many years. I guessed they were close in age and probably well into their seventies.

Al, a retired fireman met Stuart on the golf course. He was a very happy fellow; the smile never left his face. It seems that Al had his eye on a certain lady and wanted to invite her for dinner, the problem was Al didn’t know very much about cooking. I laughed when he said that at his age, 73, he hoped that the old adage “You can’t teach on old dog new tricks” didn’t apply to him.

“Well, I’m impressed Stuart, it great to see that these fine gentlemen thought enough of your cuisine to want to learn how to do it themselves, I’d say I have created a chef.”

The afternoon was quite a success. We made a basic salad, and vinaigrette that everyone enjoyed. The main course was a simple beef and vegetable soup with a rich beef and wine broth, garlic bread with a cheese topping. Dessert was a simple pound cake, some fresh strawberries and homemade whipped crème which I must admit was the ultimate hit of the whole meal.

The afternoon had flown by and it was already after four. The friends had a good time, cracking jokes, teasing each other and just having fun. One by one as they left they thanked me for the lesson and said it would be great if we could do it again. Stuart’s wife Debbie had returned from her lunch with a friend, we spoke for a few minutes and I said my goodbyes.

I had a few errands to run on the way home and finally arrived just after six. The afternoon was very rewarding. There is something to be said with doing something for others just because. I saw that there was a message on my machine and stopped to see who it was.

“Hello, this is Ted; we met this afternoon at Stu’s. My brother Leo and I were wondering if we could have you come to our place for a few more lessons. Give me a call.”

Ted left his number and I thought I’d call after dinner.

“Hello”

“Hello is this Ted, this is Layla how are you?”

“Oh, hello Layla, thanks for calling me back.”

“I’m glad you and Leo had such a good time this afternoon, so much so that you’d like a few more lessons is that right?”

“Yeah, me and my brother are lousy cooks; mostly we eat out or just throw something frozen in the oven. We got to talking on the way home and I decided Beylikdüzü escort to give you a call and see if you have any time to teach us a few more recipes.”

“You did very well today, so sure I can do that, when would you like to get together, I’m busy tomorrow but any day after that is fine.”

“Okay, well good, how about Friday?”

“That’s fine Ted, how about ten o’clock Friday morning that will give us a good part of the day. Is there anything special you’d like to try?”

“Leo and I have a few idea’s,so just come on over and we’ll see how it goes. I’ll make sure we go shopping tomorrow so we have all the things we need. Maybe if we do okay you can stay for dinner?”

“I actually don’t have any plans for the evening so okay, that sounds like fun. I’ll see you on Friday morning.”

Ted gave me directions and the plans were made. I was happy with the prospect of teaching the brothers how to cook good wholesome food. Older people don’t always eat well and if I could give them what they needed I was thrilled to help.

Friday morning was here before I knew it. I showered and dressed and got to their house at just about ten o’clock. The brothers lived in a very secluded part of the community. Their home was at the end of a road that only had one other house on it at the very beginning of the street. The house was small but well kept. The lawn was mowed and they actually had some really pretty landscaping. I parked in the driveway and walked to the door admiring the beautifuk flowers. Ted had evidently watched me pull in and was already waiting to greet me.

“Good morning Ted, what a beautiful yard you have, someone spends quite a bit of time out here.”

“Leo and I had a landscaping business for almost forty five years before we sold it and retired. These hot summers got too much for us and the old bodies gave out. We still like working in the dirt so we keep it looking nice as we can.

Come on in.”

Ted stepped aside and I walked into a very lovely home. I must admit I wasn’t expecting it. Two older men living together don’t usually take the time to keep a house so nice. Leo was in the living room and got up to say hello when Ted closed the door.

“Hello Layla, we’re sure glad you could come over, I’m pretty tired of frozen food and going out.”

“It’s my pleasure Leo, nice to see you again. So did you have time to go shopping?”

“Yes we did, we like chicken so we bought that and a few other things. How about we go in the kitchen and get started.”

Over the next few hours I showed the boys how to clean and season a roasting chicken. They also brought in some potato’s and told me they liked creamy things so maybe we could make some scalloped potatoes they remember having them as kids and really enjoyed them. We cleaned and peeled some fresh carrots and I showed them how easy it was to season them and put them in oven to roast along with the chicken.

“Layla we got some sweet cream so you could show us again how to whip it up. Leo here is a milk man, he loves milky things. I like it too but my favorite is juicy dishes.”

We made the whipped cream and Leo was like a little boy he wanted to lick the beaters. I watched him swirl his tongue around making sure he got every drop. They had some very nice strawberries and we cleaned them and put them in some sugar to get syrupy.

“There’s nothing like a mouthful of sweet juice, all sticky and running down your chin is there Leo.”

Ted licked the spoon and sucked every drop until it was clean.

Once the oven was full all we had to do was let the oven do it’s magic for a couple of hours and dinner would be ready.

“It’s going to be about two hours so how about a glass of sweet tea Layla?”

“That’s sounds good, thank you Ted.”

“Leo, why don’t you take Layla into the living room and I’ll get us some tea.”

Leo walked me into the living room and I followed him admiring their home.

“Why don’t we sit here on the couch Layla?”

Leo and I sat down, I was in the middle and he was on my right. We chatted about the meal we had made and in a few minutes Ted came in with a tray of tea and some cookies. I was impressed; they were very much the gentlemen and seemed excited about the meal we put together.

“We didn’t make these cookies but they are pretty good. Maybe we can learn how to make some sometime.”

“I’d be happy to teach you how to bake Ted. What else do you like?”

Ted settled in next to me on my left and there I was sitting between the two of them on the couch.

“Well, to be honest we like sweet things, and of course Leo loves his milk. I like things I can sink my teeth into and chew on. I like things wet and gooey. There’s nothing like sucking on a nice big dark sweet cherry and letting the juice fill up your mouth. Leo and I are always looking for that special thing we can both get into.”

We laughed and then Ted continued to speak.

“So, Layla, Stu told us you’re a single lady is that right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well me and Leo Beylikdüzü escort here were real happy to see you the other day at Stu’s, besides being a real good cook, you’re exactly the type of woman we like. We like a woman to look like a woman, no skinny ladies for us. If you don’t mind me saying, you have curves in all the right places. It’s real nice to see that you have a real liking of good food and like to eat it. If I could be blunt we like the way you’re built.”

I was slightly surprised at the words that came out of Ted’s mouth but to be honest I was also becoming just a little excited.

“Oh, well exactly what do you mean?”

“You have a real nice figure. Leo couldn’t stop talking about you all the way. Look we’re all adults, so can I speak plainly?”

I was suddenly very interested in what these two had to say.

“Of course go right ahead.”

“Leo here is a tittie man. He loves nice big tits to play with, don’t you Leo?’

I turned to look at Leo and he smiling as he spoke.

“Oh yeah, I love big titties, hell I could play with a pair of big titties for hours. I like watching them swing around and bounce up and down. When the nipples get good and hard I like to suck on them and get them even bigger. I bet you like your nipples sucked don’t you Layla?”

I was both surprised and genuinely aroused. I wanted to hear more. You may be thinking I should have stopped this manner of speaking but I was intrigued by these two brothers. I decided to let the tone of the banter continue and answered honestly.

“I do like that, very much.”

“See Ted, I told you, a woman with big jugs like hers likes a good long nipple sucking. The longer those babies get attention the more she likes it, and then the part you like gets good and primed.”

These two had obviously spoken at length about yours truly.

“Leo, I like a good pair of tits as much as you do, as a matter of fact, I like a little nipple action myself, but what I like more is how juicy the pussy gets when you’re playing with the tits. Get some good tit playing going and pretty soon the pussy is hot and wet. You get your fingers in that pussy and rub it real good, and in next to no time you know just where that sweet cherry pit is. You know what I believe Leo, a nice round firm pair of tits with hard suck on me nipples means a sweet juicy swollen clit isn’t far away. That’s what makes us such a good pair Leo, while you’re chewing away on these tits I’ll get right down there sucking me some sweet pussy.”

I sat completely surprised and honestly stunned. These two wasted no time in telling me exactly what they were thinking. I suspected that Ted was the stronger personality when I met the boys at Stuart’s, Leo it turns out is quite capable of speaking up for himself. My head was spinning, I could just get up and leave and that would be the end of this, or, I could stay right where I was and see where this was going, what do you think I did?”

“I think you boys need to slow down here. I’m honestly surprised at where this conversation is going,”

“It’s going where ever you let us go. You sure do have a pretty big set of tits; Leo’s been talking about you since we saw you at the cooking lesson. I think your sweet pussy is already wet; your big stiff nips are sticking straight out just beggin to be played with. How about you sit back and let us get to It.?

I was crazy with lust for these two. I wanted the talking to stop and the action to start. How would it look if i simply agreed to their plan. Apparently Ted had no intention of waiting for my decision; he took my silence as the answer he was hoping for.

“Leo, why don’t you reach out and get to work with these big titties, I think this little lady is ready for some brotherly lovin.”

Leo wasted no time in reaching for me. His old bony hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing, he found my nipple through my blouse and grabbed onto it, pinching and twisting.

“Oh yeah, these are real nice nipples, hard and big already and I haven’t even got my mouth on them yet.”

Leo bent his head forward and clinched my right nipple between his teeth and started biting it. I let my head fall back against the couch and was helpless. I watched this old man chewing on my nipple through my bra and blouse and he was driving me crazy. He let the now stiff nipple out of his mouth and began pinching the other one.

“I need to get this tittie out in the open so I can see it up close.”

He let go of my nipple and reached into the top of my blouse into my bra and pulling the blouse down he lifted my right breast up and out into the air.

“Look at that tittie topper, Oh yeah; I’m going to have to suck this real good.”

“Just like we thought, nipples the size of hard candy, the kind that you can roll around on your tongue and suck real hard, Leo I think you might be right, these titties were just waiting for a pair of lips to get to work and put a hard chewing on them.”

Leo licked my nipple round and round and bit it over and over. He wrapped Escort Beylikdüzü both hands around my breast and squeezed until the nipple was sitting hard and stiff on top. He closed his lips around the hard knob and sucked like he was a staving baby. Pursed lips slurped, he whipped his long tongue around my throbbing nipple and I heard myself moaning.

“I think I’ll get me a little bite of this big tittie too Leo, looks real sweet and tasty.”

Ted opened the buttons of my blouse and pulled my bra down until my left breast was completely free and exposed. He lifted it to his mouth and latched onto my protruding nipple and sucked hard. The sounds of sucking and slurping were maddening. I looked down at these two sucking on my tits and I swear it almost made me cum.

“I told you she would love it didn’t I Ted, these tits were ready for a good sucking, I saw these tittie toppers get hard the other day and knew right then she wanted us to bring her here and play with her.”

“Is he right, you like us old boys sucking these tits of yours don’t you?”

How could I deny what he already knew was the truth.

“Yes, I love it, please don’t stop.”

And they didn’t, they took my blouse completely off and unclasped my bra. Leo pulled me up and had me standing in between them while they sat on the couch each of them sucking and biting my nipples.

“Smell that Leo, that’s prime wet hot juicy pussy. I think I need to check and see if it’s ready for me, I think it is. Let’s see if I’m right.”

Ted let go of me and got off the couch, crouching down on the floor between my legs. In a matter of a second he spread my feet apart and reached up under my skirt.

“Let’s see if it’s ready, I’m going to slip my little finger in here and check it out so you keep sucking those tits Leo.”

He reached into my panties and when he touched my lips I nearly screamed. He was looking right into my eyes when he moved his finger slowly up and down my wet slit, licking his lips and driving me wild.

“Oh, it’s ready; this is one gushing river of pussy juice. Hot pussy is made for licking, nice and smooth, this lady keeps the grass mowed real close, just the way I like it. I think I need a taste.”

Ted pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, stopping to smell it first. I watched his tongue slowly moving up and down his crooked old finger, licking it clean, and not wasting a drop.

“This is prime pussy Leo, sweet creamy and wet. I think it’s time to get her ready for me. Let’s get her down on the couch; you sit down behind her so you can keep working those jugs you love so much.”

Leo got up, spread his legs apart and motioned for me to sit between them. Ted was leaning back waiting for me to be in the right position. Leo’s hands reached under my arms and he was swiftly back to work pulling and rolling my nipples. Ted got up on his knees and dragged me to edge of the couch.

“Spread your legs open for me, nice and wide.”

Ted took hold of my ankles and put my feet on the edge of the coffee table behind him. He leaned closer to me and just took a long deep breath.

“There is nothing sweeter than wet pussy. I think I’ll just touch it a little bit.”

I was trembling, I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted it now.

I followed his hand when he flattened his palm and rubbed my crotch up and down. My clit was so hard and stiff I felt each movement of his hand.

“Ohhh, yeah, I can feel the cherry Leo, its real hard and standing up nice and big. I think I’ll pull these panties to the side here and take a look.”

I felt his fingers curl under the crotch of my panties and pull them away from me.

“Look at this, sticky, juicy, wet hot pussy with a big get down and suck me cherry stickin out. I gotta have me a good taste, can’t wait another minute.”

My eyes watched him open his mouth, slowly sticking his old tongue out, moving closer and closer, until I felt it touch me. Ted’s long hard tongue licked me from the bottom of my pussy real slow stopping at the top of my lips to wrap his lips around my clit. I was almost crying it felt so good.

“Oh that’s it brother, suck that cherry real good, let me see you tongue it real good, you were right Ted, that’s a fine big juicy cherry, and you can suck it up and down real good. This lady’s clitty is as big as these nipples, you were right. Listen to her Ted, she loves it, suck her good and make her cum in your mouth. That’s what you want isn’t it, you want him to suck you hard so you cum don’t you. You know what, I’m going to get up and suck these tits real hard, me and Ted, he’s on your clit and I’m on your tits, we’re going to give you a real hard cum.”

Leo, slipped out from behind me and got down on the couch next to me, he grabbed both my tits in his hands and pushed them together real close, he covered my throbbing nipples with his mouth and sucked hard. Ted had my clit between his lips and his tongue was whipping it back and forth, I screamed when I felt the shock of my orgasm, Ted latched tighter onto my clit and started sucking fiercely. I had to push them off me because I couldn’t take one more second of the punishing wave that was rocking my body. Ted replaced his mouth with his fingers, he drove them deep into me and finger fucked me with no mercy.

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Chapter 1

“Sarah-Jane, could you come to the board and solve the equation please? Remember to show your work.” Mrs. Stannis, the math teacher at Holy Trinity School for Girls, asked in her quiet voice. The students had talked at length that Mrs. Stannis must have been very attractive in her youth but her sixty plus years had taken their tole. Still, of all the nuns, she was the nicest to her students.

Sarah-Jane, was the star of the school, beautiful, graceful, and an innocence about her that caused others to blush. When she spoke to someone, she engaged them so entirely with her stare that they fell in love almost immediately. Those that were closest to her, however, knew that there was another side to Sarah-Jane that others were often blind about. She had a mean streak, not violent, but humiliating. She, like many of the girls at the school, had taken to female lovers but Sarah-Jane wanted adoration. She wanted to be worshipped by her lovers, she needed to hear how beautiful she was, how in love she had rendered her subjects, and how amazing her body was to behold. The list went on and on. Sarah-Jane was also smart. Really, she was borderline genius and she admitted that sex was merely a tool she used to keep her mind occupied. She wanted to explore her sexuality and learn how far she could get others to go to get her.

She rose from her seat, so tall, so elegant, never a hair out of place, and curves to accentuate all the right places. Her perfect blonde hair fell just to her shoulders bouncing and flowing behind her as she walked, her blue eyes shimmered, and the tight crew sweater that all students wore, clung to her form so that with every breath, every pair of eyes could watch as her perky 34C breasts rose and fell. She picked up a piece of chalk and quickly solved the equation with all of her work displayed.

“Thank you, Sarah-Jane. You may return to your seat.” Mrs. Stannis said.

Without a word, this goddess gave a small curtsy and returned to her seat. As she turned to sit, she spun just a little which caused her skirt to rise in the back, flashing part of the class a better view of her long silky legs. Even with her mean streak, most of the girls felt that without Sarah-Jane, there would be nothing of interest at school. Sarah-Jane was a queen bee and she ruled with a almost fair heart. She was not above taking care of her lovers and she confessed to her closest friends that she was a lesbian by choice, she just loved the way a girl tasted as well as the trembling look on her lover’s face after a particularly strong or passionate lovemaking session. She was always in control and she loved being the master of her world. She was compelled to do well in school because she knew that good grades would land her a higher position in the work world and that was just another opportunity to gain more power. So strong was her drive for supremacy that she never would have believed that her days at Beylikdüzü escort the top were coming to an end. An end she would enjoy beyond her wildest dreams.

The fresh summer wind brings so many promises on a sunny day with a shimmering clear blue sky. The girls of Holy Trinity were taking their lunch outside, choosing to dine from paper bags under the shade of the old oak tree. The smell of the cool Earth mixed perfectly with the delicious smell of vanilla and cinnamon from the grandfather tree. The birds had returned and chipmunks and squirrels dashed about the grounds in search of crumbs dropped by over-eager and uninterested hands alike. The smell of change was in the air, change of the seasons, a coming of age for some, the end of an age for the other. Some of the students noticed a difference in the air, a charge, a tightly wound coil of electrical energy just waiting for the proper contact points; other’s, however, were oblivious. Whether the students noticed the charge or not, they all noticed a new fragrance. The sweetly sour smell of young, fresh picked cherries. The kind of fruit that you hunger for even as the juice trickles across your tongue leaving a smile on your face and a tang in your cheek.

Chapter 2

“Mrs. Russel,” the head nun, Mother Superior, began.

“Ms. Lewis, please, or even just Kate. Mr. Russel and I are no longer together.”

“….Right, well, Miss Lewis,” she began again, “We can appreciate the situation that you are coming from and we are pleased that you are interested in enrolling your daughter at our school. That being said, it is the middle of the year, do you really think that, er,…” she looked down to search for the girl’s name.

“Eden,” Ms. Lewis offered.

“Exactly. Do you really think that Eden will be able to keep up with the coursework without feeling too overwhelmed?”

“Eden is a bright young girl, she was the top of her class at her last school and she always pushed herself to find more ways to challenge herself. She has a thirst for knowledge that I wish I could have commanded at her age. She is a remarkable girl and I have no doubts in my mind that the school would benefit as much from her enrollment as she would benefit from the school.”

“Very well, we will allow her a probationary enrollment into our school. We will print out a list of achievements that Eden will have to meet if she wishes to be removed from probation and allowed to participate fully in the school’s programming. The secretary will be able to answer any additional questions you may have as well as provide you with a list of supplies that Eden will need as well as the school dress code. On your way out to finalize the paperwork, please send in your daughter. We have a tradition here where we have face-to-face.”

“I will send her in.”

Chapter 3

The redhead lay back in bed breathing hard, beads of sweat lie on her forehead, and a content smile rested on her lips. The last orgasm had Beylikdüzü escort ripped through her tight body leaving her completely satisfied. Her eyes shone with joy and her smile chased away the shadows of the room as she wrapped her arms around her lover.

“They have this crazy policy at the school were I can’t even wear my favorite perfume. This Catholic school thing is going to be hard to get used to. They say that the use of perfume….”thinking of the right word,”…objectifies me, or over sexualizes my appearance to others, or something. They don’t even want our deodorant to have a strong scent. I mean, come on! It’s like these women want us to either be hippies or sexless nuns.”

“Wow, that’s a little harsh, I know how much you love that cherry scented perfume. But it is the best school in the area. With your drive and brains you’ll be able to get into any school you want.” The brunette, out of breath, snuggled closer.

“I’m also not happy about having to wear a uniform.” Eden said.

“Oh, its not that bad. If I remember correctly, it was you trying on your uniform that lead to this, exquisite entanglement in the first place.” The brunette giggled, lightly tracing her fingertips up her young lover’s flawless back.

“Well, I guess they aren’t that bad.” Eden said with a smile. “Though if I remember correctly, it wasn’t so much the uniform as much as the lack of underwear beneath that skirt that got you in the mood.” She turned to face her lover, dark strands of hair plastered to her face with sweat. Eden kissed her, letting her tongue travel across the smooth teeth and savoring the sweet taste of her lover’s tongue. “Mmmm, I can taste myself on your tongue.” She purred as she said these words, feeling a tingle run the length of her spine until it settled deep within her dripping slit. She was getting hot again, feeling the familiar burn, the hunger, the lust devouring her from the inside out. Grabbing her lover’s hand she slowly drug the fingers down her body, first across her 34B breasts. Her nipples begin to harden at the light sensual touch from her teasing mistress, next they trailed down her flat, toned stomach. The anticipation of what was to come caused her stomach to do somersaults as she struggled to maintain a slow pace. Slowing down more, she painstakingly ran her lovers fingers across the thin bush of red hair that she kept trimmed just above her slit. “Oh, look at that!” Eden said as her lover’s fingers found the top of her hot little pussy, “Looks like I’m still not wearing any panties.”

Her lover’s breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling with need. In her eyes Eden could see a fire burning that only excited her more. The fire promised that she was going to lose some sleep before her first day of school. She welcomed the lethargy she would feel the next day. She would gladly sacrifice any amount of sleep for the beautiful muse that lay beside her. “You sexy little fox, you know how crazy you drive me.” She Escort Beylikdüzü slowly ran her finger from top to bottom of Eden’s slit, flicking her clit intermittently. “Oh the things I’m going to do to you.” At her words, Eden trembled, surrendering herself to her lover. Soft lips on her neck, a slow tantalizing lick from her lover’s tongue. Eden loved having her neck licked and nibbled on. The feeling of her lover licking and sucking on her neck turned Eden into a faucet, her soft little slit heating up as the juices begin to flow.

Jasmine, the brunette, was a goddess to Eden. Her mocha colored skin, her fine exotic features, long toned legs and captivating smile made her a force to be reckoned with. Eden closed her eyes as her lover moved about her. The anticipation was almost too much to bear but she tried her best to remain still so that her lover could enjoy her body at her own pace. As she kissed Eden, Jasmine’s hands traveled across her lover’s form gently caressing her breasts trailing her nails down Eden’s sides leaving goosebumps on the young woman’s skin and causing her to squirm from the delicious sensations. Jasmine moved down slowly, leaving a trail of kisses across her lover’s chest. She could taste the salty sweat from their earlier session and it thrilled her. With one hand she softly squeezed Eden’s nipple while her mouth devoured the other one, twirling her tongue around and around as the flesh lengthened and hardened from her attention. Still taking her time, trying her best to make Eden beg before she got what she wanted, Jasmine switched her ministrations to the other breast. She scooted lower, kissing down Eden’s flat stomach softly giggling as the girl squirmed from side to side. Once she reached Eden’s bellybutton she slowly drew in her breath and as her fingernails slowly ran down the girl’s legs Jasmine blew a cool jet of air up Eden’s slightly moistened body. The reaction was immediate, as soon as the cool air crossed her body Eden clenched her muscles in response to the cold. Once Jasmine felt the clench she raked her fingernails up the inside of Eden’s legs, deep enough to scratch but not so deep as to be painful, just enough to show her passion. Eden could feel her hot breath on her delicate lips, she breathed in sharp as Jasmine’s tongue delved once more into her waiting depths. Jasmine gave up all pre-tense of teasing as she greedily licked her lover bringing her rapidly closer to an all consuming orgasm.

“Unnh, right there, right there, please baby don’t stop, don’t stop! Oh, oh, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum all over your tongue, don’t stop! JASMINE!” Eden squealed her lover’s name into the night as her pussy squirted into Jasmine’s face. Jasmine purred as she drank the tasty fluid, grinning all the while.

Jasmine crawled up the bed to lay beside her lover. As Eden nodded off to sleep she heard Jasmine whisper, “No matter what tomorrow holds, I will keep you in my heart.” I wonder what tomorrow does hold Eden thought to herself just before falling into her dreams.

(There will be a part two if it is wanted, please comment and let me know what you think of my first submission. Hope you all enjoyed, plenty more to come for Eden, Sarah-Jane, and Jasmine.)

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